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mothhball · 8 months ago

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II – VIRIDIS

viridis – marked by youthful vigor

JONATHAN CRANE X FEM!READER

summary Drinking your woes away was a temporary solution, and it ends up in tears. But even in the darkest night, there's the chance of a silver lining. Just be sure you're well-informed about your shiny spark of hope.

warnings NEEDLES, BLOOD SAMPLE, very mild medfet (a whisper for now), alcohol, reader gets drunk, some mildly foul language, unhappy relationship,

notes oooo longer chapter! and things are MOVING

! MINORS DNI !

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The news themselves were already bad, but even worse was the pity from everyone you told about the rejection. Behind every sympathetic smile and half-hug was a hidden “I told you so” that no one said out loud, but was obvious enough.

Despite what people told you, apparently no one had believed that you could make it in the first place, and that realization caused a rage to burn and fester within your guts. A rage which found no outlet since that wretched Thursday that you since then blacked out with a fat sharpie from your calendar. Reading that letter felt like repeatedly getting hit over the head with a steel pipe, beating you into a pathetic, bloody pulp right where you were standing in your kitchen. Your boyfriend tried to rub your back, but you bristled and immediately turned away from him, scowling like it was him specifically who sent the rejection. His little pout disgusted you. But what made you actually nauseous was the relief in his eyes. Never once, in 3 years of this relationship, did you resent him like you did on that Thursday afternoon. Bitter, seething resentment which almost caused you to lash out at him like a riled-up dog.

But instead, you chose to take the high road. Or rather you fled, left the apartment and drove over to your best friend Mina’s to cry and shout into one of her lovely couch pillows. The smart, admirable choice would’ve been to write an email to Potomac. To timidly ask Dr. Rabin to turn a blind eye and allow you to send in a late application. But every time your fingers hovered over the keys of your old, ratty laptop, the embarrassment was too much, and you slammed it shut once more, leaving the unfinished request behind. But your boyfriend Tristan, in his seemingly endless quest of half-heartedly trying to manage your future, urged you to send the email. So, you did. At least that’s what you told him. A little white lie to let him keep his peace of mind.

Your mood only got worse towards the weekend, prompting a few of your friends and your boyfriend to drag you off to do the responsible thing. Get drunk and shake off the tension during a night out. And now here you are, downing shots on a Saturday night in an attempt to forget your woes at least for a little while.

The club is packed and stuffy, and the lights flicker over a mass of people that seems to have grown into one hive mind of an entity, allowing you to feel swallowed and anonymous for just a few blissful hours. Every mouthful of alcohol that you swallow works in your favor to numb the anxiety gnawing at your bones while the bass gently licks at your feverish skin, causing your heart to vibrate in your ribcage. It’s easy to lose yourself in sips of colorful shots and cocktails. At least until a firm hand on your shoulder prevents you from placing another order. Turning your head, you’re met by Tristan’s disgruntled eyes, and before you can shake off his grip, he’s already pulling you away from the bar to a relatively quiet spot in another hallway of the club. Still, he has to raise his voice when he speaks to you, already laying the foundation for a screaming match.

“What are you doing??” he asks, giving you a once over that only serves to further sour his mood.

“What do you mean? I’m just having a couple of drinks,” you slur back at him, returning that nasty look he’s sending you. Tristan scoffs, shaking his head like you’re a lost cause, even though he’s not exactly sober either.

“You’re getting wasted. Are you still sulking over that rejection? Jesus…”

That actually makes your jaw drop, and you’re speechless for a few seconds, which your boyfriend takes as his cue to continue.

“Just let it go. Some things aren’t meant to be. It’s better this way”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” you hiss back at him, curling your fingers tightly into the fabric of the little dress you’re wearing.

“I… Listen, we both know Arkham isn’t… your style. You… you’re not that kind of person –“ Tristan sighs, somehow trying to make his statement seem less insulting and vague by waving his hands around in your face.

“The kind of person to what??”

“The kind of person who’d make it there! You would’ve quit after two weeks! Let’s be real for once. And then you’d have to start over again and you would have to wait yet another semester to graduate!” Every word that leaves his mouth pisses you off even more, and a truly ugly emotion rears its head within you. Things are escalating. You still have half a mind to realize it. You should call it a night, go home and talk things out in the morning. But this is the first time that Tristan is being brutally honest about your career choices.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was a race, Tristan! How silly of me! I’ll make sure to plan every future decision around your life schedule from now on!” You get in his face, venom dripping off of every shouted syllable that slips from your tongue a little too easily.

“You’re putting words in my mouth! I never said I wanted you to plan your life around me! I’m just worried! All of my friend’s girlfriends –“

“So that’s what this is about? The girlfriends of your little business school friend group?? Am I part of some weird dick measuring contest?” You continue before he gets a word in, asking a question that’s been burning in your throat for a few months now.

“Are you ashamed of me??”

You’re met with silence. Silence that’s so obviously an answer in itself that it causes your heart to slip out of your chest and shatter on the sticky floor below. Tristan notices the devastated expression on your face, but his drunken audacity eggs him on to double down.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you just acted like an adult! You can’t always get what you want! For fuck’s sake, just be happy with what you have for once!” You wish you had a drink you could throw in his face. But your hands are empty, shaking with anger and disappointment. You can’t look at him anymore.

“Screw you, Tristan.” And with that, you turn, leaving him standing there while you rush to find an exit as tears well up in your eyes. He doesn’t make a move to follow you, and it simultaneously calms and saddens you even more.

Navigating the club is even more complicated with your blurred vision, and you bump into a few people, no doubt spilling a few overpriced drinks in the process. But you’re either too fast or they’re too drunk to really do anything about it.

Finally, finally, you make it outside, choking out a strangled noise that’s a pathetic mix between a sob and a whine, and you quickly duck into a nearby alley to give way to the tears. You’re drunk and overly emotional, you try to rationalize with yourself, but it doesn’t lessen the ache in any way. So, pressing a palm over your mouth, you reluctantly allow yourself to cry. The night air is icy, but fresh enough to comfort you and slowly clear up the lump in your throat, and after some cathartic five minutes, you start to calm down again. Your tears run black at this point, dragging your favorite mascara down your cheeks, and you sniffle as you into your purse to grab a compact mirror and assess the damage.

It's in that moment when your phone display lights up, alerting you to an incoming call. Your stomach twists into knots as you fish the phone out of your purse. A call from Tristan might make things worse, and you’re not really in the mood to talk to him right now, so –

But the call isn’t coming from your boyfriend. Your eyes widen before they narrow into slits, and annoyance bubbles up within your chest. There on the phone display, proudly displayed as the caller ID is Dr. Jonathan Crane’s name. Your thumb hovers over the glass before you decide to pick up the call. As soon as you hear his voice, annoyance gives way to a little spark of hope. It also serves to sober you up a little. You barely have time to rasp out a “Hello?” before he speaks, sounding almost relieved that you picked up.

“I know that calling at such a late hour is quite unusual, but I’m glad I could get ahold of you before it was too late. Believe me, I was just as surprised as you most likely were. To be frank, I was so certain that you'd be joining us that I didn't even check the list to confirm it.” Papers rustle on his end of the line. He must still be in his office.

“Yeah, I… I was optimistic as well. Maybe… Maybe a little too much,” you admit softly, trying to concentrate on your words to avoid slurring. Crane hums, and you can’t tell if it’s in understanding or amusement. Reading him in person was already hard enough, but it’s nigh impossible over the phone.

“Tell you what, I believe you dodged a bullet. I clarified with the other staff members what the responsibilities of those interns will be, and that wouldn’t be right for you. Sorting files and sitting in on group therapy sessions at the Low Security Wing? No, that would be a waste of your time. You’re not that kind of person. Which is why I’m offering you something else.”

You lick your dry lips, still tasting the salt of your tears and some last traces of your lipstick. For a second, you’re unsure if you heard him correctly. “Something else?”

Crane glosses over your question, and in your mind you understand. This might be sensitive information. Drunk-You feels a little like a spy, keeping a secret from Tristan who would surely be mad that you’re even talking to the director of Arkham Asylum right now.

“Are you free to come in tomorrow? I know it’s quite late already –“

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you interrupt, feeling brave.

“Good. Then let’s meet in my office at… let’s say… 10 am? Is that alright?”

“I… uh, absolutely.” You quickly rummage through your purse, using a lip liner and an old receipt to haphazardly write down the appointment. “I’ll be there.”

“Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your night,” he says before he hangs up right after. You have no chance to say goodbye properly as the line clicks. Maybe it’s for the best. Knowing yourself, you would’ve wished him a great night as well with the addition of a plea to “get home safe”, which would’ve been a little much.

When you head back inside, you’re spotted by your worried friends and an indifferent Tristan, and dear GOD, the urge to boast and gloat has never been this strong before in your life. But you stay quiet as you put on a smile, avoiding to look at your boyfriend. You stay quiet as your group gets into a taxi, and stay quiet as you get back home and head straight for your bed. “You’re not that kind of person” was something you heard twice in one night. And only once did it feel right.

The pounding ache in your skull serves as your alarm clock the next day, tearing you out of a restless sleep only 10 minutes before you were supposed to get up anyway. A frown finds its way onto your features as you tiptoe out of the bedroom, catching a glimpse of the still sleeping Tristan on the couch in the living room. Neither of you have said a word to each other since the fight, and you'll be damned if you start the conversation about something he messed up in the first place.

You walk past him, feeling the cold surface of the floorboards beneath your feet as you head into the bathroom to try to make yourself look (and smell) presentable. The stench of alcohol leaves your tongue after brushing and rinsing with mouthwash thrice, and an overindulgence of body wash in the shower solves everything else. The final touch is a generous amount of concealer under your eyes, and you're surprised that you actually pass off as someone who doesn't have an awful hangover right now.

Getting dressed is another challenge, though. You can't exactly say that Drunk-You had the gift of foresight to pick a suitable outfit for your second meeting with Dr. Crane, so you dig through your closet to make yourself look presentable. Your fingers wander over the different fabrics, tracing cotton and polyester, wool and tweed as you grumble to yourself. Christ, this shouldn’t feel like rocket science.

This dreadful indecisiveness eats up a sizeable chunk of your time, and as you button up your blouse, you realize how late it suddenly is.

Breakfast consists of an aspirin and a large black coffee, and you make sure to let the coffee machine shriek as loudly as it wants just to spite Tristan a little more before you rush out of the apartment.

This time around, the drive to Arkham Asylum feels a little more familiar. You still depend heavily on your GPS, but you remember some of the turns and streets, and you don’t feel as tiny and insignificant as you did a week ago. You’re here with an explicit purpose now. Crane knows who you are and asked you to come back nevertheless.

Upon entering the still intimidating building, you stop by the reception again, spotting a familiar face. The receptionist seems just as surprised to see you, sharp eyes flicking down to a visitor's list that seems to confirm the validity of your return before she points a manicured nail towards the security check. You raise your hand to wave at her as you pass. She doesn't wave back. Oh well, you can't get them all.

The maze of a third-floor feels straightforward as well today, made possible by the ever-present red lines guiding you to your destination. This time, you're able to meet Crane in his office, and his request to enter can be heard through the door after the first knock.

Everything still looks the same as you enter, save for his now orderly desk. The chaos of files from back then is now a neat stack that the doctor rests his folded hands atop. You open your mouth to greet him, but Crane speaks first, completely catching you off-guard.

"The bunny is back. I'm glad to see it."

"Excuse me?" You blink at him before you look down at yourself. No, no bunny-themed clothes or accessories anywhere that might have given him the idea to call you that. You’re drawing a blank. Unsure whether this is part of a hazing process or an inside joke you must’ve missed, you lift your gaze back up to him. There’s a fleeting look of sardonic amusement on his face before he reels himself back in to elaborate.

“That's what you reminded me of the first time you came here. Glancing around, all skittish and frightened in the hallway…” he explains, already turning his head away from you to reach into one of his desk drawers and retrieve a folder. Your folder. “Please, close the door and take a seat. We’re already running low on time.”

After following his instructions, you find yourself sitting in the same chair from a week ago, foregoing the act of presenting yourself as a confident person. It’s no use, anyway. Crane already knows you’re desperate. It’s seeping out of your every pore, giving your worries a rich and sweet taste that the director of Arkham seems to indulge in for a moment. At least, that’s what you assume based on the expression in his cold eyes. You’re no fool. It’s basically a guarantee that his offer will bite you in the ass in some way or another.

“You must be a little put-off by this meeting. It’s not exactly orthodox to ask you to come in on a Sunday, but I read the list of this year’s interns just minutes before I called you last night. And that was purely by chance. Like I said, I was positive you’d be one of them.” Crane opens your folder, but his eyes stay on your face. “I have no idea what goes on in the heads of my staff sometimes, and now I’m fairly certain it can’t be much. But I don’t intend to waste a person like you.”

You shift in your seat, listening intently to every word that leaves his lips. It’s your lifeline. And he knows it.

“So, I am making you an offer. Just promise to listen first,” he says, and one of his eyebrows twitches upwards at the intensity in your gaze. “The position I’m offering you would be exclusive. It won’t be approved by anyone else but me and it technically didn’t exist before I made up my mind about it. I am offering you the position of intern assistant.”

Your eyes widen. Even in his darkroom of an office, it feels like the air just became lighter and the colors brighter. Crane lifts a finger, continuing his offer.

“No surface scratching – You’d be my shadow. Which means more work and responsibilities, but also more privileges, more insight, more knowledge. I’ll teach you what you need to know to get ahead in this field, and by the end of it, your fellow students will eat your dust. Your professors as well, if I’m being honest.”

Before you can even respond, he’s already reaching back into his desk, pulling out a massive stack of paperwork. And then the rushing begins. Crane checks his watch, clicking his tongue before he pushes the documents over to you, along with a fountain pen.

“How long would it take you to read this? I have to hand this in within the next 50 minutes to make sure you’re cleared in time. If you even accept my offer, that is. It’s a terrible time crunch, I know, but I’d really like to have you as a member of staff in one week.”

Tentatively, you reach out for the fountain pen, twirling it around in your fingers for a moment as you think about his offer. This hesitancy only causes him to lean forward and flip through the first pages, pointing out a handful of sections for only a few seconds each before he moves on.

“It’s the regular stuff, I guess. Everything I just told you in cumbersome wording. I really wish I could take my time and go through each page with you, but the circumstances just won’t allow it. If you have any questions, I’ll gladly answer all of them once you’ve signed.”

It’s shady as hell. A red flag that’s so glaringly obvious that it makes you wonder how Crane can keep a straight expression. But this is your one chance of getting a look behind the scenes. Your one chance of proving them wrong. Professor Campbell, Tristan, everyone who doubted you could do it. This could go horribly wrong. But it could also be your ticket into the big leagues. Shadowing the asylum’s director would be a privilege that no one else gets. A chance to make connections and grow. Not to mention that your résumé would look incredible with Crane’s recommendation attached to it.

Hell, he may be exploiting you, but who says you can’t exploit him right back? It’s your good right to milk this opportunity as much as you can.

Meanwhile, the psychiatrist continues to ramble on, rattling off half-apologies and made-up reasons why you have to sign as quickly as possible once he reaches the last page of the contract. The page where you have to place your signature on the intended line. Both of you are surprised by how quickly you sign it.

As you place the cap back onto the fountain pen, it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, creating a vacuum in which both of you seem to grapple with the reality that you’d be stuck to Dr. Crane’s side for a few months, following every step and instruction of his. You manage to break the silence first.

“There. I have questions now.”

“Of course. I already expected as much,” Crane says as he pulls the freshly signed contract back to his side of the desk, staring down at your signature as if he’s half expecting it to jump off the paper. But then he places the thick document back into the drawer it came from, letting out a quiet breath. You notice that he seems significantly more at ease now, movements once again patient and effortlessly measured, and your brows furrow a little as you speak.

“What’s my hourly rate?”

“There’s nothing of the sort, I’m afraid.” Your blood runs cold at his nonchalance, and your lips part to protest when he cuts you off. “You will be working the same hours as me. And since my overtime and schedule is a little unpredictable at times, we will just have to see. You will be paid at the end of the month, however. The amount will depend on how much we actually did.”

“I… alright.” You bite your tongue, even though your displeasure is obvious. Nevertheless, you proceed with your second question. “You mentioned more responsibilities. I guess there’s a catch, then? Or a few?”

Crane chuckles, getting up from his chair to walk over to a cabinet in search of something specific. He speaks to you from over his shoulder.

“Right to the point. Wonderful. But yes, there are a few peculiarities that come with the position. Starting with – You’re not afraid of needles, are you?”

He closes the cabinet, returning to the desk with a little tray containing various items.

“We’ll start with a mandatory blood sample. I hope this isn’t a problem. I just need to know that my assistant is in peak condition. And didn’t smoke anything on the way here.”

You want to scoff, but swallow the sound at the last second. The fact that you took offense to his unspoken accusation is written across your face, and Crane doesn’t comment any further on it as he sets the tray down on the desk and pulls his chair closer to yours.

“I’m fine with needles,” you murmur, already pulling up your sleeve.

“No trypanophobia? A shame,” Crane chuckles, sitting down again before he reaches out for your arm. Your doubts whether he’s even qualified to do this as a psychiatrist vanish the moment his hands come in contact with your skin. He’s cold. Almost uncomfortably cold as his fingers brush over the bend of your elbow in search of a suitable vein. Once he’s successful, he picks a tourniquet from the tray of equipment and fastens it around your upper arm. His movements seem too perfect to be experienced. As if he’s a green med student working with the textbook perched on his lap. As if he’d burst into flame if he did something wrong.

“So, about the catch,” he continues, grabbing a bottle of disinfectant and spraying it over the spot he picked on your arm. Surprisingly, the liquid isn’t much colder than his touch. “Since you’ll be my shadow, you’re also required to accompany me to appointments outside of Arkham. Conferences, meetings… so on and so forth. I also have some upcoming court dates within the next few months. Obviously, I’m not the defendant. I’m just an advisor.”

You nod along to his words, eyes following his hands as he rubs disinfectant into his own skin before he pulls on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. Crane stretches the material over his hands until it’s taut, making it squeak before he shifts closer until his knees touch yours. At this proximity, you can smell his cologne, and the combination throws you off a little. It’s mainly sandalwood and bergamot, but there’s a hint of something else you can’t quite grasp. Something chemical, almost acidic. The psychiatrist continues to speak, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Another catch is that there’s a required dress code for you. As my assistant, you need to always look presentable. You can’t be running around looking like a hobo since your actions and appearance will reflect on me as well. And I’d rather not be associated with… any of those cheap trends that seem to be popular with the bottom of the barrel nowadays. You’ll have to give me your clothing size so I can prepare a new wardrobe for you. It’ll just save us time in the long run.”

Your brows furrow, but his request seems reasonable. “Alright. I suppose that’s fair,” you say, watching closely as he runs his thumb over the bend of your elbow. Then, he presses down to anchor the vein. It’s right in this moment when he decides to drop another bombshell.

“Which brings me to probably the biggest drawback in all of this.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. He’s already looking at your face, watching for the slightest twitch in your expression.

“You’ll have to stay at my place for the duration of your internship.”

What follows is a solid minute of deafening silence. Your pulse races, thumping softly against the pad of Crane’s thumb. He can tell you’re displeased, and he frowns a little, surprisingly empathetic.

“What?” you manage to croak out, swallowing dryly.

“Believe me, I spent all night trying to come up with a better solution. Sometimes, I get emergency calls in the middle of the night and it’s vital that you’re there with me. Those cases are the real deal. They’re raw and unfiltered, often much more than incidents that happen during the day. And as you told me during your interview, you live quite far away from here.”

You nod stiffly, gaze dropping to where he’s still pressing his thumb down on your arm. Crane can see and feel how uneasy this condition makes you, and he tries to lessen the blow.

“You’ll have your own bathroom and bedroom, of course. We will only share the kitchen and living room. And the laundry room, but I suppose that is the least of your worries. I won’t bother you.”

When he sees that you’re still not too happy, he quickly adds, “You can also tell me to be quiet whenever I mention work after hours.”

This at least gets a reaction from you. You force yourself to crack a smile, meeting his eyes once more.

“Okay. I’ll hold you to it.”

“Perfect.” The psychiatrist nods, wasting no time uncapping a butterfly needle and puncturing your skin with it. The sudden sting almost makes you flinch, but his grip suddenly is so tight that you don’t get any wiggle room. You watch as your blood travels down through the attached tube, filling up a small sample bottle and shortly after, a second one.

“You’re pretty brave for a bunny,” he jokes, setting your blood samples down on the tray before he releases the tourniquet and reaches for some gauze. His eyes stay on yours the entire time as he pulls out the needle and presses the gauze against your arm, soaking up your discomfort in a way that only fascinated scientists are capable of.

“Press down.”

You mutter a “sure” as you obey his instruction, relieved when he finally turns away from you to discard the needle and his gloves. The final touch is a little band-aid over the tiny puncture wound, and you keep your hand over it as Crane pushes his chair back into its rightful place and takes a seat once more. He studies one of the full sample tubes as he speaks up again.

“You must be a little overwhelmed right now. Which is understandable, don’t get me wrong. But I’d like for you to go home and start packing your most important belongings. I’ll text you my address and will take care of the rest. You just need to show up next Sunday and get started on Monday.”

“Do I need to bring anything in specific? Like… a notebook or something?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’ll get your stationery and other supplies here. I’ll make sure to try to organize you a separate desk. Maybe even one of the more comfortable office chairs. But I can’t really promise any luxuries.”

“I know this establishment oftentimes seems like a revolving door when it comes to staff applying and quitting. But I don't want that with you.” Crane tears his eyes away from your blood sample, giving you his undivided attention again. “There won't be an easy way out, however. Either you prove yourself and do your job until the end of your internship, or else there will be no certificate and you'll have to try your luck elsewhere. And I hate to worry you, but getting a job without one of my letters of recommendation might be a little tricky. But I assure you, that's the absolute worst-case scenario."

You let out a little breath and nod, straightening in your chair. Your mind is already racing, spinning around in a colorful variety that ranges from dread to genuine excitement. The biggest problem, however, is that you will have to break the news to your boyfriend. The thought makes you a little nauseous, but if Crane notices it, he’s generous enough not to mention it.

Your goodbyes are brief, and you’re still holding your hand over the band aid as you leave the building and reach your car. Dark clouds are brewing overhead, announcing one of Gotham’s common rainy afternoons, and it already smells earthy with a hint of wet concrete.

The drive home doesn’t take as much time as you would’ve liked, even though you’re stopped plenty of times by red lights or passing cop cars with their sirens turned on. No, you reach the apartment much too soon, climbing the stairs with a heavy heart and sweaty palms. The band aid feels like it’s burning a hole into your flesh, hidden away underneath your sleeve. A secret hint of the meeting with Crane. Your key hovers in front of the lock on your front door as you freeze. Telling Tristan about the internship would mean telling him about your impending new living arrangements. Yes, you’d get the satisfaction of proving him wrong about your capabilities, but he’d blow up about everything else. Even worse, what if he reports the conditions of your internship? What if he ruins everything before it has even begun?

Another big fight doesn’t fit into your schedule either. Neither does a breakup. Taking a breath, you unlock the door and step into the apartment, almost immediately meeting Tristan in the hallway. Time freezes for a moment, and then you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“I need to pack. They want me back at Potomac.”

It’s okay, right? It’s no big deal. After all, it’s just another little white lie to let him keep his peace of mind.

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emeraldsfanfics · 17 days ago

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I'd hate to be annoying but 2 other ideas: ROTTMNT Donnie with in a situationnship with paranoid reader who needs Donnie to answer their constant questions to make them feel safe about life(Sometimes it worsens Readers paranoia)

Any ver of Donnie with reckless reader who specifically mutated themselves to be like a glowstick. They stand in the sun long enough and then their veins + eyes glow in the dark, they did the mutation for fun and has even mutated their friends to have annoying special quirks as well

Reassurance

◇A Donnie x paranoid!reader◇

HI AGAIN ARTIST! <3 Do I'll be doing the first one and perhaps do the second one another time, thank you for the request! <3

◇He's questioning your sanity at first, tried doing a phycological analysis many times

◇With how much you cling onto him, hes questioning your relationship status?? Because isn't the way your hugging him considered romantic and makes him feel things?

◇Pretty awkward but does his best

◇Example:

Donatello was sitting on the couch as his brothers were out on the skating ramp. Just on his phone scrolling on tiktok. In his own world.

Until the sound of footsteps started getting louder and louder. Repeating over and over again. Resulting in you standing right in front of him. Making your way next to him, quietly, snuggling onto his plastron.

He felt your shaking, your trembling hands. Heavy breathing. Rapid eyes Everything about your current state screamed anxiety.

Donnie did not know what to do, the one who he had admired from afar is right there. Yes, he did in fact have the urge to throw you off of him.

"Uh...what is this?" He bluntly asked, not moving a centimeter.

"My ex is after me, he's after me, I've seen him everywhere!" You panicked, you clenched your heart.

"It's okay? Technically he wouldn't be disturbing enough to willingly come down here, unless he is phycotic enough." Donnie shrugged, "and he can challenge me >:)"

"What if he is that crazy?!" You panicked, it looks like you haven't slept for weeks, "HE CAN BE IN THE WALLS!" You almost pull your hair, "recording this very conversation..."

"These walls? Please. Scoff." He shrugged off.

◇Sorry but bro does not help whatsoever, at first

◇You know sticks from sonic boom (my underrated paranoid badger), yeah, that's literally you

"I haven't slept in 28 days."

◇You both don't sleep at all, it takes the forces of heaven to get you two to sleep. Or just Raph putting a blanket over you and Donnie, either will do

◇instead of 🎶helpless🎶 it's 🎶sleepless🎶

◇sleepy eyes and eye bags are your makeup look at this point

◇Later in the relationship, Donnie actually found himself to care for you, but the signs were all too hard to notice

◇Now of course, you are extremely difficult to read, he isn't sure if his feelings are platonic or Romantic

◇He actually thought he was severely sick because he wanted to be around you and dreaded your attention💀

◇Donnie is emotionally unintelligent while you are just paranoid, you both are so chaotic 😭

◇Everyone is just waiting for SOMETHING ANYTHING to develop or happen between you two, like admit you deeply care for each other

◇But nope, you two only spend a ridiculous amount of time together

◇But that doesn't mean Donnie doesn't learn anything from his experience with you. Like how to try to comfort you

◇So that is what he does, research everything on how to comfort someone like you

"Do you think there are lizard people running the government and controlling all media?"

"We exist so technically there is a slim-" He stopped himself with widened eyes, "NO NOT AT ALL THATS STUPID. No...no."

"Your right...THERE IS AND WE HAVE TO GO USE VIOLENCE!" *pulls out a grenade and chainsaw*

"Not the ideal thing but I like where your heads at."

◇Donnie may have fallen in love, either platonically or Romantically at that moment

◇You two are violent agents of chaos when in battle though, neither of you hold back

Donnie: "BLAST THEM WITH THE BOOM CANNON >:)"

Leo: "Donnie no, dad is in that thing."

Donnie: "Can I at least go semi lethal?"

Y/n: "Why semi when you can go NUCLEAR?"

◇Once you came to the lair on Donnie's birthday and got him uranium, Donnie now is stuck to your hip

Leo: uhh Y/n, where did you even get that?

Y/n: Government facility, where else?

Donnie: *whispers while clenching to uranium* I love you

◇Donnie was disappointed when you didn't take him with you though

So sorry it took a long time 😭 I only got one more request to fulfill then I'm going to do my own original writing :3

#emeralds fanfics #x reader #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #fanfic #fanfiction #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donatello #donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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↳ pairing : miles morales x g-neutral reader

↳ synopsis : (first part of) sfw alphabet with miles !!

↳ authors note : could contain astv spoilers ?? i think i'll do another alphabet w a spiderverse character soon when i finish this!! ive been working on a hobie fic but his british is killing me PLZ save me im SOBBING its being delayed just cause hes british thats crazy

— ❥ Affection - is he the affectionate type?

☆☆ I think Miles is really affectionate with his partner, holding hands and all of that. Tries to be a romantic (and fails sometimes cause hes far too silly for that) but he's doing his best!! Affection is definitely very important to him so :)

— ❥ BEGINNER - is he new 2 relationships?

☆☆ Definitely, you'd be his first love and so he tries his best with you. He'll make sure to take you out on good dates, meet your parents, make like thousands drawings of you in his sketchbook and just generally try to hide the nerves of being in a relationship. Of course, Miles isn't perfect, but you understand that and just accept him nevertheless.

— ❥ CUDDLING - does he like 2 cuddle ?? how does he like 2 cuddle :)) ??

☆☆ Cuddling is a need, it is a requirement. He will demand cuddling at least once every day just so he feels something in his cold and empty soul. (he's being sarcastic, please cuddle him hes so sad when you don't)

— ❥ Domestic - does he wanna settle some day ?? how good is he at household chores ??

☆☆ Miles is a teenager, that kind of thing has yet to cross his mind or atleast think of it super seriously. But he would love to move in with you at some point, make you breakfast in bed and stuff like that. He definitely used to help his mom when he was younger, just gives off the vibe :))

— ❥ Ending - how n why would he end things with you ??

☆☆ The only thing that would push Miles that far is for your own safety. When he dates someone, he doesn't wanna do it just because you two like each other, he dates to stay together and not for a fleeting feeling that'll come to pass. But it hurts him more to leave someone he still loves, but knows its for your safety <\3

— ❥ Fiance(e) - marriage? commitment?

☆☆ I mean, same reason with the letter D, he's a teenager so that thing doesn't really cross his mind. He does like to joke around that he'll propose to you with a bagel or something.. (uh oh)

— ❥ Gentle - is he gentle physically and emotionally ??

☆☆ He tries his best to be. He understands how a lot of things can be overwhelming and hard to understand, so whether you need his emotional or physical help he's always willing to give it. He'll give you words of affirmation or hold you till you feel better. :)

— ❥ Hugs - does he like em ?? does he hate em??

☆☆ Miles LOVES it when you hug him, especially when you initiate it first. He'll sometimes pick you up and do a little spin because it makes him that happy T_T♡ Please hug him, he needs it badly after everything

— ❥ I love you - how long did it take for him to say it ?? does he say it often ??

☆☆ Miles took his time when it came to finally saying 'I love you'. He wanted to make sure that he'd mean it, and will continue to mean it while you guys are together. When it comes to saying I love you, he wants it to be in appropriate times and places but he usually says it when hes sleepy and just has no filter at all.

— ❥ Jealousy - does he get jealous often ??

☆☆ Yes and Miles makes it very obvious. You find it amusing every time he'll pull you by your waist towards him so he can hold you by his side. He'll urge you to continue your conversation, but the person you're speaking to can tell he is one minor inconvenience away to picking you up and just running off. (he'll only ever act like this if the person has clear intentions that were NOT approved of by him)

— ❥ Kissing - does he like kissing ?? how does he like 2 kiss ??

☆☆ He does the upside down kiss at like any given moment while he's on patrol. HE LOVES DOING IT he thinks its the most silly thing ever and the way the first time he tried it, his web snapped and he fell before he could kiss is ENGRAVED in your memory. Of course, he'll enjoy smaller kisses like on the nose or on his forehead cause it makes him feel soso soft.

— ❥ Little Ones - is he good with kidz ?!

☆☆ HES AWFUL. have you seen the scene with him and Mayday?! He has never held a child a day in his life, he will call an infant baby 'bro' or something and try to take it skateboarding. He will try if you have younger siblings, it's like training to get into the family; if you can handle the little menaces you are welcomed <3.

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jooillusion · 11 months ago

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helloo~! This was a random 2am thought but what would ot6 reaction be to an unexpected/unplanned pregnancy? They could be married / only dating. Let your mind wander 💗

pregnancy ft. ot6 <3

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, brief mention of vomiting in jiseok’s, a little angsty in hyeongjun’s

lets say you and your boyfriend have been dating for a little over a year. condoms weren’t used after your one year anniversary.

now what did 99% of fic writers tell you about unprotected sex? yeah reader isn’t on birth control now you’re on the way home back from the hospital after feeling too sick. turns out you were completely unaware of being one month pregnant and you don’t even know how you’re going to break the news to your boyfriend. the urge to throw up was even more stronger when you heard your boyfriend walk through the door.

“what’s wrong babe?” he’d ask. his ability to automatically sense your anxious state almost brings you to tears. you bit your lip, avoiding eye contact and blinking once more before your eyes finally meet his.

“i’m not sick because of a stomach bug,” you’d start, eyes closing to avoid seeing his reaction. it was already far too late to abort, so you had no choice but to let him know. “i’m sick because i’m pregnant.”

꩜ G. GUNIL

you’re startled when you feel gunil’s arms wrapped around you, lifting you up off of the ground and spinning you around. elated doesn’t even describe him right now, he feels as if he’s on cloud nine. little did you know, he was ready to take the next step into your relationship and the thought of creating something so beautiful with you truly warms his heart. he can’t wait to be stuck to your side like glue, taking care of you every single second of the day.

꩜ K. JUNGSU

you hear the audible gasp leave jungsu’s lips, and you’re ready for the words of he’s not ready to be a father yet. instead, you’re met with a loud screech? jungsu can’t stop himself from moving, punching the air in excitement and jumping up and down a few times before gathering himself. he clears his throat, “oh, you’re pregnant? cool.” and you find yourself smiling at his actions. he’s already boasting about how excited he is for the upcoming months, hoping and praying for a son.

꩜ K. JISEOK

Jiseok’s mind fogs for a second. his warm palm on your cheek is the next thing you feel, leaning into it as he looks you in the eyes with a caring smile. the announcement doesn’t click until ten minutes later when you’re puking in a toilet again and he’s holding your hair back for you, cooing into your ear about how he’s ready to take care of you and your little one. once you’re done, he’s already discussing baby names and suggesting pregnancy food combinations that he tried and were good.

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

just like gunil, seungmin is immediately holding you in his arms and spinning you around. he sets you on your two feet, “wait i’ll be right back.” and he disappears into your shared bedroom down the hall. a minute and a half later he comes back with a slightly worn out notebook. “i’ve had this since i was fifteen. i’ve always wanted to be a dad so…” the notebook is filled with baby names, both for boys and girls. you flip through it, not even noticing that he’s on his computer already shopping for a crib and clothes.

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

hyeongjun’s words are caught in his throat. the uncomfortable silence lasts for too long, long enough to bring you to tears and storm off into your shared bedroom. hyeongjun follows behind you, seeing you crying in your hands which shatters his heart into pieces. he pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead and trying to get you to calm down, whispering that he’s actually happy about it, just anxious about when the time comes to give birth and promises that he’ll be the best father for you guys’ baby. after you’ve calmed down, he’s preparing you your favorite meal while you’re laying in bed.

꩜ L. JOOYEON

“wait, really?!” you’re not sure if it’s out of annoyance, happiness, or if he was genuinely surprised due to his accent, but the tears that have welled up in your eyes finally slip out and jooyeon is panicking. his warm palms find your shoulders, “why’re you crying, babe? aren’t you excited to have a mini us running around?!” he says excitedly, wiping your tears. “maybe we could name he or she after Luke hyung.” you can’t help but smile, your tears of sadness shifting into tears of joy.

i giggled at the end LOLOL i’m sorry i saw an opportunity and TOOK IT 😭

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#—꩜ ot6 #—꩜ fluff #—꩜ requests #—꩜ reactions #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes reactions #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdh reactions #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #o.de x reader #junhan x reader #jooyeon x reader #love mail ୨୧

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wontmindd · 1 year ago

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𝐍𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

fandom. Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

spoilers!. unspecific spoilers about season’s 3 finale in the beginning, otherwise spoiler free

plot. Reigen Arataka is not only your boss at your part-time job, but your former high school best friend and unrequited love. After a kiss happens between you two, you worry that maybe Reigen is drifting away from you another time. You are devastated, and decide to discuss it while sharing a cigarette at your place.

word count. 4,836k

prompts. fem!Reader, reader is a model, childhood friends, not actually unrequited love, love confessions, fluff, light angst, smoking, late night conversations, kissing, teen crush, childhood memories, hurt and comfort, getting together, making out, emotional sex, naked cuddling, love making, getting together

tw. mild sexual content, sex is here but not graphic or either specifically described

notes. this fanfiction can be considered as a sequel to my other work “Still Into You”. It’s not mandatory to read, but it gives some more insight into reader’s work as a photo model and when Reigen realizes he’s in love with her. Enjoy :)

“I care for you still and I will forever”

There was a kiss.

With Reigen's hands plunged in your hair. Your eyes squeezed shut until they hurt. The sound of his breathing going out of his nostrils. Your hands holding his face.

It happened when Mob lost control of his powers, spreading chaos throughout Seasoning City. You could go with Reigen only for a brief part of your road towards the perturbation, as Serizawa protected the three of you with his umbrella. Reigen insisted on trying to meet Mob halfway, despite your protests.

"It's just Mob, I'll be okay and I'll be back"

He said all of this before taking off his shoes and running in the middle of all the debris that was flying around in the sky. Your legs couldn't move anymore than that, and you just put a hand on your mouth, trying to suppress the urge to scream at him to stop. As Reigen tried to reach Mob, you waited for him while leaning on Serizawa's shoulder, his umbrella protecting you two. Then, the storm stopped. And Reigen emerged under the sunsetting sky, his shirt ripped, blood pouring down his temple. As soon as you saw him, you stood up on your feet, beginning to run towards his direction as he did the same.

"Reigen!"

In a matter of just a few seconds you find yourselves in the arms of one another. It wasn't clear who started it first, but you began kissing. And why? For the care. For the passion. For the happiness of being alive. For love? You felt Reigen's lips moving on yours with resolution, while he ran his hands in your hair. He tasted like smoke, and vaguely of blood. It was a warm kiss just like you imagined it happening between you two. Your heart was beating so hard that you were sure that he was feeling it from your chest to his, from your heart to his. It wasn't the first kiss with Reigen that you expected, but it was the one you wished for. You were so lost in yourselves, that at some point Dimple had to call you two out.

"Geez, get a room"

Only then you regained the necessary awareness to separate. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, and slowly the hands that held you two close started to drift away from your skin. The moment you realized that not only Dimple was still alive, but that Mob was also okay, you ran up to both to hug them tight, even if it was difficult to do so with the green spirit. About the kiss, you didn't exactly know how to feel.

You don't even know it now that things between you and Reigen became weird. It has been two weeks since the kiss and neither one of you talked about an "us". Even after a kiss like that it was still just Reigen and (Y/N). But childhood friends don't kiss like that, and neither do co-workers or people who don't really love each other. That day, maybe for the first time, you had no doubt about his intentions. Reigen really did want to kiss you. It was written in his hands in your hair, in him pressing his body against yours, in the trembling breaths he took at any given occasion. But now you are tormented by doubts. The tone of your conversations was the same for the two weeks following the kiss. Always with the desire to talk about it on the tip of your tongues, but never with the courage to do it. You blame yourself too, it's the responsibility of both you and Reigen to consider your actions, what you two do to each other. But every time you see each other in the office there's that silent agreement: today the kiss will not be discussed.

This afternoon in the office is no different. Reigen has his appointments, Serizawa prepares some tea before heading out for an exorcism, while you on your desk do some paperwork. The looks you and Reigen exchange from time to time, full of unsaid things that are pushing to get outside the heart. In the beginning you could take it. The majority of time spent in the office was with Serizawa or Mob, and it wasn't the case to talk about the kiss in front of them. But after two weeks the excuses were running out. Even today. Not when Serizawa has been out for hours to get an exorcism done and neither you or Reigen decide to talk. Your eyes are slowly starting to sting, as you are scribbling down some practices. You think about how you and Reigen were best friends in middle school and high school. You told each other everything, even the things you were afraid to say to yourselves. You fell in love with him as you grew together, and hopelessly. You gazed at him from a distance at any given occasion, when you couldn't be close to him. Then you distanced yourself when you understood that your feelings couldn't be reciprocated. He just didn't love you that way. Your parents gave you the opportunity to move from Seasoning City and you took it. You and Reigen had promised each other to stay in touch but, over time, your paths were divided. You both started university, found a job and made a new life. Texts and calls became colder, more rare. This until you didn't even wish happy birthday to each other anymore. Then, after ten years apart, you came back and reunited with him after accidentally bumping into each other in the same office you are working now. You just walked in because you thought that your backache was orchestrated by an evil spirit. You didn't read the sign outside and when you came face to face with Reigen, your world changed again. Even if ten years went by, Reigen still reached out to you to help you find a part-time job while you tried to pursue your career as a photo model when you talked to him about your problems. And like that, you were together again.But now, because of a kiss and again because of your feelings, you feel Reigen slip away from your hands. Your eyes start to water at the idea, your writing on paper becomes more sloppy.

Why can't you hold Reigen close to you? A single hiccup escapes from you, and you immediately try to shut it by smashing your hand on your mouth. Finally, after an entire evening with his eyes on his laptop, Reigen flashes his head upwards. He looks at you, and he understands immediately that something's wrong. His lips part, his eyebrows curve upwards.

"(Y/N), are you okay?"

Your eyes bolt up, watered, and your cheeks start to get hot.

"I'm sorry"

You get up and quickly get out of the room, your hand still on your mouth. While you're in the bathroom shedding your tears and your frustration alone, Reigen has his hands planted on his face and his fingers pulling his hair. He lets out a low and muffled groan against his palms, and he curses himself. Seeing you cry makes him crumble completely. And it's not the first time he sees you like this. In high school you were not afraid to cry in front of him, because you knew that you could afford to do that with him. Reigen always listened to you religiously, he always knew what to say to make you feel better and understood. But there were times when you were impossible to comfort.

One of those times, you showed up in front of Reigen's front door without any notice. You were still dressed in your high school uniforms, and it was a spring night. When he opened the door, he immediately asked what happened to you. You planted your hands on his shoulders. Then you got close to his face, your lips parted. And at last, you burst out crying, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. You began crying so hard that Reigen, fearing for your privacy being invaded by neighbours, pulled you inside and shut the door quickly. You two were alone, just you and Reigen in that empty and liminal space as you cried against his shoulder.

"(Y/N), don't cry, please" Reigen said, concern in his voice.

You didn't say anything, too overwhelmed. So Reigen decided to take you upstairs, in his room where you spent so many afternoons. He made you sit down on his futon, then he rested his hands on your shoulders, caressing them.

"What happened?" he asked, gently.

You shook your head.

"(Y/N), please, talk to me"

Breaking your sighs, you finally managed to say "Taka, I just can't tell you"

Reigen, although confused, understood you. With all the respect for your feelings, he accepted that he just couldn't know what was making you cry like that. So he took you in his arms and laid both of you down on the floor. You were so close in that embrace, your legs intertwined, your face in his neck, his hand on the back of your head and his breath on your trembling lips. Two teens in their last year of high school inside a little bedroom on a spring night. One of them cried until her eyes shut from fatigue, and the other fell asleep after making sure that the crying stopped.They fell asleep in their school clothes, all over each other, until the sun came to wake them up. And Reigen never knew why it happened that night that, although so sad, he would always remember with romantic nostalgia.

Today in the office you feel like you are living that night again. But this time he can't cheer you up and he knows exactly why you're crying. Inside the restroom, as you shed tears, you watch your reflection in the mirror. Your shoulders are hunched forward, your hands pressing on the sink. You look in the mirror as you say to yourself "you and Reigen won't ever be the friends you were before". It hurts you more than the idea of him not loving you. When you come back from the restroom, Serizawa is in the office again. He says hello to you with a smile, and you reciprocate, he doesn't notice your red and swollen eyes, but it's not his fault. He's the first to leave the office, closing the door behind him. You silently start to help Reigen close the office for the night. It's dark outside and way past the lunch hour, which you both skipped in order to wait for Serizawa to come back. You feel Reigen looking at you from time to time and your cheeks are hot from embarrassment and frustration.

"Okay, everything's closed" Reigen says, walking towards the door "you ready?"

"Yeah" you say, with half your voice.

Before you can reach for the door knob, Reigen blocks your way with his body. You look at him, confused.

"Today I came with my car, I can give you a ride home" he says "if you want to of course”

You feel your stomach tightening. With an unsure sigh you say "It's really dark outside, are you sure?"

Reigen's driving experience was really limited, but he nods convincingly "I'm sure"

You take a deep breath and nod "Okay then, lead the way"

You walk out the office, making small talk as you go down the stairs. It's more comfortable than your silences. Years ago your silences were relaxing and intimate, beautiful. You can't afford that luxury now. You chat about your day in the dark and empty parking lot behind the office. Reigen was used to escort you to your car when you finished work late, just to make sure that you were safe. You arrive in front of his grey car, the one that you had to drive when he got too drunk at a wedding party. That same wedding where you pretended to be a couple to avoid people's prejudices. You slow danced and smiled together. Maybe you haven't had such an intimate moment with him since high school. The chatting ends inside the car, replaced with commercial music on the radio. Reigen keeps the volume low to not get distracted as he drives through the city night lights. Your elbow is pressing against the inside of the car door, your gaze fixed outside the window as you rest your chin on your hand. At red lights, Reigen takes some seconds to look at you.

He would kiss you right now if he could.

After ten minutes of driving in the night streets, the car slows down. Reigen's foot hits the brake, stopping it completely. You don't move from your position, and he looks at you with apprehension.

"Wanna smoke a cigarette?" he asks.

Finally you turn around and look at him, and you give him a melancholic smile.

"Yes, why not?"

Reigen nods and opens the door. He takes a few steps outside and then he lays on the car hood as he waits for you. You stay in the car, looking at him. Your heart steadily beats against your chest. Then, you get out and walk close to Reigen at a determined pace.

"Do you wanna go inside?"

Reigen, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, widens his eyes a bit in surprise.

"If that's okay for you" he replies.

"Of course it's okay"

You smile. It costs you some effort but not because you don't mean it. Reigen reciprocates. It's maybe the first sincere smile you exchanged since you kissed. Reigen starts to follow you up the stairs of your condo. You guide him, and from another perspective that walk up the stairs looks like a chase. It's not that far from reality. In front of your door you shove your hand inside your purse, frantically looking for the keys. You take them out with a chiming sound and then you turn them around in the keyhole. Reigen thinks that your apartment smells just like you. Like the perfume you always put on, vaguely like your lips of which the taste is carved in his mind forever. And it had that same pleasant air of your former house during summer afternoons when you were teens, when you used to sit on the floor in a star position. The fan always on, ice cream sticks thrown away in a corner, sweat running down your temples and your hair sticking onto your skin.

"We can smoke on the balcony" you say, gesturing him to follow you.

"It's your own apartment but it smells like your old bedroom" Reigen adds.

"And the mess is still here"

As you walk towards the balcony, you shove some clothes behind a sofa with your foot.

You slide the big door-window open. You both get out, and a cold breeze hits you unexpectedly, making his grey jacket and the hem of your skirt flow. Then, you close the door behind you and go towards the balcony railing. You lay against it on your back, it's cold and rough. You start searching for a pack of cigarettes. It's new and fresh, the smell of tobacco mixture faintly tastes like chocolate. You take one cig and put it between your lips. You gesture towards Reigen's lighter with your finger, since yours died.

"Wait" he says, and he makes you come closer.

You obey, and he makes the tips of your cigarettes touch, his is already lit up. Inhaling deep from the filter, even yours lights up with a magmatic color. You look at Reigen and your faces are really close as you exchange a cigarette kiss. Then you separate and you both blow the smoke out in sync.

"It's funny" you say, exhaling smoke "the first time I saw you smoking after we met again I was surprised because I thought you dropped the habit"

"Yeah, but since Mob started working for me I smoke way less" Reigen takes the cigarette between his lips, but then his eyes widen and he looks at you "wait, what do you mean by habit?”

You chuckle "You thought I was that stupid in high school?"

"I dunno what you're talking about"

You smile with nostalgia "I knew that your bathroom breaks during class were just excuses to go behind the school and smoke"

Reigen presses the filter between his lips and inhales. Meanwhile, he puts his hands up to resign, and he exhales a puff of smoke.

"You got me" he says, an amused grin "I didn't want you to think badly of me"

Now Reigen's elbows are pressing against the railing, his clasped hands hanging down. Your apartment is not in the heart of Seasoning City, and during the night the balcony is plunged into nothing but darkness and starry skies. Both you and Reigen puff some clouds of smoke that start to dissipate between stars. You don't see them because you are laying on the back, opposite to Reigen who is hunched forward. Your head slightly swings back and cold hair hits your naked neck.

"You've always been like this, Arataka" you whisper.

"Like what?" he asks.

"Ahead of me"

Reigen frowns his eyebrows and takes another hit. He seems concerned. You copy him and you let the smoke roll on your tongue.

"During middle school, high school..." you continue and blow smoke out "you were always so ahead of me. Everytime I looked at you, I couldn't help but feel like you were always a hundred steps ahead of me. Not in a bad way, but not in a good one either. It was just like that"

Reigen puts the cigarette out, throwing it out the balcony. He looks at the last cloud of white smoke disappear in the starry sky, dissipating forever. With a nervous chuckle he says.

"That's not true"

You look at him. Reigen's eyes are somewhere else, very distant, maybe in another reality. He talks again.

"I mean, you were the prettiest girl in both middle school and high school. Perfect grades, in a lot of clubs and groups, with students asking you out almost on a daily basis. Maybe if I didn't hang out with you I would have been bullied or something like that"

You shake your head.

"That doesn't mean anything, Arataka"

For some reason, the soft and tender tone of voice you used made Reigen want more. He gets close to you, who just stepped on the butt of the cigarette with the tip of your shoe. Almost without noticing, Reigen's arms encage you between his body and the railing, his fingers wrapping tightly around it. He looks at you deeply as you look at him through your lashes.

"The truth is that I couldn't even reach your ankles. I was nowhere near you," you say, slowly "because I loved you but you didn't love me.

Reigen's eyes widen and his fingers squeeze the iron railing more. His heart skipped way more than just a beat. You don't move beneath him, because you're so tired of not talking and running away. Your eyes are fixed on one another, pupils dilated.

"The beautiful and intelligent girl you talk about actually spent the night crying between your arms ten years ago because she couldn't be yours. I never told you, but that night I cried for you and not just that. I even cried because I thought that if I couldn't get you then I couldn't get anything. I moved from Seasoning City because of this. I felt small at that time and I feel small now, because I don't know my future in the modeling career and I'm still here chasing you. Because I still love you, Reigen. Maybe I never stopped in ten years. And I know that you don't feel the same but I wanted to tell you anyway"

"But I do love you" Reigen says "I really do"

It's a really quiet night. It's made of stars, cold air, smoke and words that are finally said. Made of (Y/N) and Reigen, his eyes in yours, his arms that create a space that is all between you two, his hands that are shaking around the railing. And it's made of your (e/c) eyes that fill up with intent, and your irregular breathing, and your mouth opening.

"And I'm not saying it just because you became this super hot model who poses for famous perfume brands. I say it because I loved you everytime we smoked a cigarette together, or when you wished me good morning in the office with a smile. And I love the way you never judge me even if I always do so with myself. I feel small in the world too, and with this anguished feeling that I've never accomplished anything in this life"

Reigen takes a deep breath, just a few inches from your face, and his voice breaks slightly.

"But I rather feel small in the world with you than being alone"

Reigen gets close to you and kisses you. Your mouth smothers the shaking in his voice. You reciprocate the kiss immediately, closing your eyes. It's happening again. You missed his mouth as if you had kissed it a thousand times already. Without notice, his body pins you against the railing, and when he does it you relax. You feel the airy noise of his breathing blowing out of his nostrils, and his heart beating against his chest. When you were in high school you spent a lot of time thinking about how kissing Reigen would be and feel like. Maybe it would happen in class when it was you two's turn to clean it, or at your home when he visited you to read manga together on the floor, or maybe in the back of your car after you took your driving license. Now this kiss feels right as it is, just like the first. When you separate you look at each other with astonishment, the eyes before and the lips after.

"Stay here tonight" you say, in a whisper.

"Yes" Reigen says.

This time you kiss with more urgency, your hands in the bristly base of his honey hair, his arms around your waist. Reigen moves you from the balcony railing and you begin to walk inside. Sometimes you stumble on your feet or bump your teeth against each other. Both of you chuckle and whisper some sorry's. Once inside, you close the glass door and take his hand, guiding him towards the bedroom. You take a second to switch up the lampshade and then you begin to take your clothes off. Your skirt first, then your shirt, and even your underwear, until Reigen sees you completely naked under the dim and orange light of the lamp. He gets close to you, removing his jacket, and he looks at you up and down.

"You're so beautiful (Y/N), you've always been" he says, calmly.

You, on the other hand, cup his face in your hands and kiss him again, and you feel him pushing you lightly towards your bed. You fall down on the mattress, a cloud of pristine blankets moving under your body like waves, your hair contrasting with them and scattered all across the bed as if you were underwater. You look at Reigen with hypnotized eyes as he gets on top of you and takes his shirt off, then you help him unbutton his pants. Only his boxers are on now.

"Can I?" he asks, he's sweet and his hands encapsulate your knees.

"Yes, please" you blurt out in a hurry.

Reigen opens your naked legs and slides his boxers down his thighs. He kicks them off with his feet and positions himself between your legs. You stroke his cheeks and his bangs with the tip of your fingers.

"I find you as beautiful as I thought you were in high school"

You smile to each other slowly, drowning in your gazes. Then, Reigen enters you and you both emit low groans.

Reigen starts making love to you with infinite delicacy, always looking at you in the face. Your lips relax.

"I waited so long..." you whisper.

Reigen arches his eyebrows upwards as he speeds up his thrusts. He feels your legs intertwine around his waist so you can feel him deeper. Your bedroom, in which you always slept without company, is now full of the sound of skin against skin, of the sweet nothings you whispered to tell each other that you were doing good. A lot of praises too. Sometimes you stop to kiss, with Reigen caressing you everywhere, and you squeezing around him even more because you want to be closer. Two bodies under a soft light and with the night out the window. After a while, the rhythm of Reigen's thrust gets more erratic like the creaking of the bed, you know he's close and you are too. You come first, then Reigen follows you. Your mouths are wide open to catch air. Then, Reigen collapses on top of you, plunging his face in your neck. In your skin, he whispers

"Maybe I didn't love you then, but I love you now I swear"

You close your eyes and hold Reigen close as you feel him slide outside of you. You brush your face on his shoulder.

"I know you mean it, you never lie to me"

Reigen rolls on his back, his diaphragm moving up and down irregularly. He looks up at the ceiling as he takes you in his arms and makes you rest on his naked chest.

"I wish I loved you ten years ago, so I would have never lost you"

You shake your head and look up in his eyes.

"Arataka, it was all my fault. You didn't owe me your feelings, not ten years ago and not now, I was just selfish in moving from Seasoning City because I couldn't handle the heartache. We were best friends before lovers, and it wasn't right to just run away without telling you why"

"I could have done more to hold you close, maybe writing you more, calling you, insist to know what was going on"

Reigen shields his sweaty forehead with his hand, covering his eyes in frustration.

"C'mon, stop. We are here now, and we are together"

You pull Reigen's hand away from his face and he rests it on your back, tracing circles on your naked skin with the tip of his fingers. Then, he cups your cheek with his free hand and closes the distance between you and him, kissing you deeply. He moves you on top of his body. Then, you reach for the lampshade switch and turn it off.

"We were good today, we did good to each other" Reigen says, holding you close.

You nod, your hair tickling his chest.

"And tomorrow morning I'll make you breakfast in bed, have sex again if you want and then I'll take you out to eat ramen"

In the darkness it's possible to distinguish only the outline of your bodies, which looked like an individual identity. The motion of your laugh and Reigen stroking your hair can be seen.

"You are every girl's dream. Well, mine in particular. Thank god that after ten years it's still me and you"

You both fall asleep all over each other.

In the morning you wake up to the sunlight shining through the open windows. It floods the room with a warm natural light that makes the white sheets of the bed shine, and even your naked skin. You open your eyes, fluttering them a couple of times. You start to slowly roll on your side, sheets sliding down your body. During the night, Reigen inadvertently scooted away from you and laid on his stomach. He's still sleeping, it's dictated by the slow movement of his back going up and down. The scar he got from his first fight against The Claw is clearly visible, a deep cut running from the top to the bottom of his back. His face is directed towards the window, you can't see the expression he has on his face. But you are more than happy to just settle with looking at his honey colored hair that play with sunlight. You smile full of the awareness that you love Reigen, and Reigen loves you.

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension, you say we’re small and not worth the mention

#mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #mp100 reigen #mob psycho shigeo #reigen arataka x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #ao3 writer #anime #reigen x reader #tumblr sexyman #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #mp100 #Spotify

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years ago

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Hi, I’m having a really rough time with a lot of bad going on right now.. if you wouldn’t mind, could you pls do a bang chan scenario where he comforts you? or you can do an skz reaction based on it, up to you. I just rly need some comfort right now…

how stray kids comfort their s/o

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort

word count: 0.8k

warnings: mentions of food

a/n: hey sweetie. i'm so sorry you're going through a tough time rn :( thinking of you <3 i took the liberty of doing a ot8 reactions on this for, yk, ultimate comfort purposes. i hope this helps in some way. take care <3

bangchan

he's a natural comforter, that's just who he is. so going to him when you are struggling seems like the only thing to do; it just feels right. he's got you wrapped in his arms immediately, the softness of his muscles squeezing against your frame as he rocks you slowly from side to side, kisses the top of your head and rubbing a hand up and down your back to soothe you. he encourages you to cry; he doesn't want you to hold back. of course, it completely breaks his heart when you do cry, and he will get misty-eyed himself. but he will kiss your tears away and hush your cries, before pulling you back in for another bear hug.

minho

he's not sure what to do at first because he knows people like different forms of comfort. his go-to move is to wrap an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm gently and cooing when you sniffle your tears back. "jagi, don't cry" he'll say, wiping any tears that slide down your cheeks. "don't be silly, you'll be ok." wants you've settled down a little bit he will be more affectionate, scooping you up in his arms and pulling you closer to his chest. he will make jokes here and there to try and cheer you up, and he will feel like he's won at life when you let out a little giggle. he just wants his baby to feel okay </3

changbin

he'll totally baby you. cooing and kissing the tip of your nose, he will cup your cheeks in his hands and tell you how much he loves you. he'll be so fluffy with you, taking you in his arms and cuddling you for as long as you like. he's also the type to do things for you. will make you a hot chocolate and grab a cookie, for good measure, bringing it over to you while he listens to you talk about what's wrong. then he's massaging circles your thigh, soothing you whilst remaining eye contact, nodding along to what you're saying and trying to see if he can help changbin best boyfriend alert

hyunjin

wraps you up in a fluffy blanket when he sees the tears form in your eyes. he wipes any stray away with his sweater paws. he gets very affectionate leaning on you and wrapping both his arms around your waist. but ultimately, he's definitely one that wants you to talk about it to him. he doesn't want to be left in the dark; he wants to know how you're feeling and why you are feeling, not so much as to help you, but more so that he can understand you. in his eyes, you can see his sincere interest in you as he urges you to pour out your feelings to him.

jisung

he's the type that wants to distract you. he thinks that, instead of dwelling on sad thoughts for too long, cheering yourself is the best way to go. mainly because, when he sees anything but a smile on your face, he gets worried. and when you cry? oh boy. he breaks a bit. so he likes to get that smile back on your face as soon as possible. and if he's the cause of your smiling, that's even better. he might say a little joke or even go as far as doing aegyo for you because he knows it makes you cringe and laugh. after a smile breaks on your face, he relaxes, before telling you it's all going to be okay.

felix

the ultimate comfort person™. there's something about felix that radiates such warmth. with anyone, he's just so welcoming and genuine. there have been so many people drawn to felix because he's so lovely to them. so when you need comfort from him, his arms are already open. his empathy is quite high so he can tell just by the change in your vibe that you're not okay. he'll want to talk about it more than anything else. will ask if he can do anything for you. might even cheer you up by baking some brownies for the both of you to share <33

seungmin

he wants to listen to you. he just wants to sit and listen as you open up to him completely. he'll let you do that. he'll let you and encourage you to pour your heart out to him, letting him know what's troubling you. it's important that you let your feeling about, and he's there to lend a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. he never lets go of your hand as he rubs the pad of his thumb on your palm, drawing circles to soothe you in a way you don't even notice at first. he just radiates pure comfort.

jeongin

he's quiet as he listens to you talk about what's wrong. he could tell you were upset, to begin with but he had no idea how upset you were. so, listening intently, he absorbs all the information your telling him, asking a few questions here and there. he commends you for making it this far and compliments you, telling you how strong you are. he also has the tendency to just feed you. stuffing you with ramen noodles and crisps and all sorts of comfort food. he believes food is the best medicine and you just can't argue with that!

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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ur doing gods work! can you write about nico & the reader crossing paths again after not seeing each other for a long time? <3

Crossing Paths with Nico Hischier

A/N: Ya know, the fan fic won't write it's self ( I know I've tried to convince it), so I'm happy to do it!

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: lil angsty, swearing

Breaking up with Nico Hischier was the single hardest and most devastating thing you’ve ever done.

You didn’t want to.

But you didn’t see how this was going to work.

You were being promoted to the DC office of your advertising firm. It came with a private office, a huge pay bump, and a whole portfolio of dream clients.

The only thing it wouldn’t come with was your boyfriend.

When you told Nico, he was ecstatic for you. He urged you to take it. He refused to listen to any of the concerns you had because he assumed you would stay together. Every night the month before your move, you agonized in your bed next to Nico while he slept. The logistics were starting to feel too difficult. Nico was sure you would find ways to see each other, but you knew the reality of life in DC was going to monopolize your time. Nico was used to you giving because his jobs took so much.

So you gathered up the courage to sit him down the night before you left and told him your concerns.

“Babe, this distance is going to be nothing for us. It’s temporary too.” The corporate office for your firm is in Manhattan. Nico has latched onto the idea that DC is a stepping stone for you. A temporary fork in the road until yours both meet again.

“Neeks.” You quietly say, squeezing his hand. Nico freezes, sensing where this is going. “I love you, but-“

“No, don’t say it. Don’t do this. Let’s just try and see how it goes.”

“I can’t.” Your voice breaks as you watch the tears fill his eyes. He sucks in a deep, unsteady breath through his nose. His mouth crumples and you feel a piece of your soul die on that brand new leather couch he bought so you would have more room to cuddle together. “I’m so sorry.” You cry as he stands up, dashing his fingers through his hair in despair. He begins to pace before he whirls back towards you.

“You said forever.” Nico spits. “When did you turn into such a liar?”

If your heart had any intact pieces left, they shattered at those words.

Two years later, you’re snapped out of the memory from the building across the street by the barista calling out your name. You’ve moved back to Jersey and are at the local coffee shop in Hoboken you frequented when Nico lived in that building. It’s been so long, you don’t think it’s possible he still lives there anymore. You grab the latte, bringing it over to the station by the window to grab a straw and a lid.

“You know, most people grow out of adding extra sugar into their lattes.” A voice murmurs to your right. You turn, choking on your breath when you see Nico. “But I guess you’re not most people.” You snort out a laugh, eyes squinting excitedly at how good he looks.

“I just can’t quit big sugar. Keeps me employed.” You joke, stepping forward into his stretched out arms and giving him a hug. You both linger together. “Wow, do you still live here?” You point to the building.

“No I moved up a few blocks, but still walk down here from time to time.”

“Best espresso in the city.” You quote him.

“Yeah, still not Switzerland though.”

“Maybe you should open your own shop.”

“You gonna do the advertisement for me?”

“Sure, I’ll even give you the friends and family discount.” He chuckles.

“You look… wow.” He finishes in a whisper, taking in your professional dress, tights and heels. You’re decked out in blacks and reds, like he used to love on you. “My colors.” He would grin before kissing your lips.

Nothing about Nico has changed. He’s still sweet as honey.

“You too. Looks like you put some muscle on. Maybe Luca has finally stopped teasing you about growing into your pro body.”

“No, he’s never going to give that joke up. Not when he can still lift more than me.”

“Well, the work never really ends.” Your phone dings in your hand. You look down, seeing the reminder that you have 15 minutes to get to your client’s office. “I, uh, have to go.” You show him your phone. You could stay here with him for hours, truthfully, even though it wouldn’t be good for your heart. The one that never quite stopped loving him.

“Yeah, me too. I’m on my way to practice.”

“It was really good to see you, Neeks. I still watch Devils games all the time. The team is really turning into a premier contender.” You both walk together towards the door, then outside, pausing on the sidewalk.

“Yeah? You cheer for me?”

“Yeah, but sometimes I cheer more for Jack.”

“He misses you.” He confesses.

“I know; He calls.” Nico closes his eyes with regret, shoving his free hand deep into his jacket pocket. He adjusts his grip on his cup.

“Look… Ah.. I know you gotta go, but I want you to know I’m sorry about the way we left things.”

“Me too. I should have stayed here with you.”

“No. But it would have been nice if you had wanted to try long distance.” He winces after he says it, like he’s worried he crossed some imaginary line on the sidewalk. I slowly nod, stepping backwards towards my destination.

“I’m back in Jersey now.” You’re not sure why you tell him, except that you want him to know you’ll be around. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

“You’re a year ahead of the plan.”

“I had some extra motivation.”

“Money?” He tilts his head, coy smile on his face.

“Yeah. We’ll go with that. I’ll see ya.” You wave. He returns yours, staying rooted to the sidewalk. He’s still there watching you when you turn back around for one more moment.

“Hey Nico.” His brown eyes are curious. “My phone number still works. Ask Jack if you need it again.”

“You gonna answer if I call?”

“Yeah. On the first ring.”

#nico hischier #nico Fischer x reader #nico hischier blurb #New Jersey devils #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request

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naayewolf · 2 years ago

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HI! Could you do aged up genya , with his AFAB(assigned female at birth) partner discovering his breeding kink?

‘Trying New Things’ Genya x Fem!Reader

Notes:

1st off .. YES!! I was Ecstatic that I even got a request in the first place, but to have such a wonderful request as this <3

I hope you don’t mind, I added a thing where Genya is planning on marrying Y/n 😅

Summary:

[So If the Request wasn’t enough..]

Genya and you have been together for over 6 months. You two are very happy in the loving sense, but Genya is planning a proposal .. and he knows that married couples have a more intimate relationship. So, what happens when you find out about what he really wants to do to you~

*Genya and (Y/N) use sex toys on missions when they're away. So while you are both technically virgins, stretch is not an issue.*

TW:

Breeding, Sex toys, Creampie, Bedpress, Cuddle sex, First times, Loss of Virginity, fluff

You and Genya had been together for over 6 months, and he wanted to bring it up a few levels. He was saving money from demon slaying for a ring, and he planned to propose to you very soon. Thing is .. Our Afro Mullet bubble baby is secretly a freak. Even before you two were together ever since he was of age [We’re gonna go for 18~] He always bought little things to help his urges. A smutty book from villages he passed, an onahole, whatever he could find that would satisfy him.

When you two got together, he began to use the toys he collected in other ways. .. He would fuck into an onahole alone at a Wisteria Inn fantasising about what it would be like to fill you like he would this toy. He would fantasize about what it would be to breed you.

Our little Mullet gremlin has rejection issues. He wants to be the best he can be for you. So what would you say when you learned of this? What would you do? Would you dump him?

It was all too risky, that’s why he chose to just wait on any of those activities. But you two did sleep in the same bed when one of you wasn’t away on missions, like today.

~*Present Time*~

“Genya baby, will you lay with me?” You ask from your shared futon. Genya is removing his over-shirt across the room.

"Of course, my love." He replies, laying his shirt down on his dresser and making his way towards you.

His shirt shows off his figure so perfectly without the purple over-shirt covering it up.

He lays beside you, careful not to tread on your body. He lays behind you and spoons your body. You reach your hand back to grab hold of his and squeeze softly.

"My dear, what do you think about starting a family?" You ask him, squeezing his hand tighter.

He tightens as well hearing your question. He's tense thinking of how to answer. He softens his nerves before hugging his arms around you, your hands still interlocked.

"Why do you ask?" He finally responds, nuzzling his lips into your neck. You giggle, feeling his face on your neck tickling you.

"I don't know, I feel it would be a good experience; of course, occupations are important in the decision." You press your body against his looking down to meet his gaze.

This was what he wanted all along, but now that the chance is presented he is unsure how you will react. "When do you want to try?"

"Now." You flip your body to look him in the face. He's surprised at your eagerness, his face turning red as he lands and to kiss your lips.

The kiss turns stronger with more force, and soon you are on top of him. It is the typical sex scene you would see in romance movies. You wrestle around, careful not to hurt each other in your struggle to disrobe quickly.

"Are you sure, we can stop now if you've changed your mind." Genya says, his hands just above your underwear, waiting for your consent to move on.

You nod, lifting your ass off the ground to make it easier on him to pull them off. He kisses you, rubbing his clothed cock against your bare sex.

You reach out, pulling his hakama down to reveal that the drapes match the curtains. (I'm voice typing this, I can have a little fun)

He's huge although hairy, he's of average length, but the width was bigger than anything you've ever seen before.

Your kiss deepens, as he pushes into your core. The stretch did not hurt due to your 'previous experience'. He pulls his head back, looking into your eyes to make sure that you're unhurt.

Once he sees that you are fine, he starts slow, but gradually increases his pace. He might have a bit of demonic strength left from his last mission. So he decides to put it to use on you.

The force of his thrusts quicken, he's slowly losing what little control he has over himself.

The control brakes like a link in a chain, he bedpresses you. Slamming into you repeatedly with no control. He is determined to fill you, to give you the family that you want.

Although the children would be a nice addition to his lust, all he can think about is how hot you're going to look, swelling with his seed.

When he finally loses stamina at the end of it all, he falls to the side of you hugging you, pressing his hands into your stomach.

"I'm sorry, things got a bit out of control there." He hugs you lovingly. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, my dear." You reply, tiredly. "What bothers me is that you kept such want from me." He lets out an embarrassed whine.

"Not to worry my dear, from now on, up until we have the family we desire, you can come to me every night."

He's taken aback by your willingness to be bred.

"Perhaps while we do, we can try other things, new things."

"I would love that, but now we should really sleep."

#smut!#Genya x Afab!Reader #demon slayer x female reader smut #fluff!#open requests

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thexsanctuaryx · 4 months ago

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{ that I won't be what you need }

Summary: Emma is feeling insecure and goes to Marc about it. Based on the song "Phobia" by Savannah Sgro { 3 of 3 } Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector { mentions of } Emma Harper x Steven Grant && Emma Harper x Jake Lockley Contents: fluffy angst, hurt/comfort, insecurity, happyish ending Warnings: none really Author's Note: I got really stuck on this song that reminded me so much of how Emma feels about the Boys, and so I decided to do a trilogy of "oneshots" based around the lyrics where each Moon Boy got a different lyric from Emma. This is Marc's. Word Count: 611 Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

She’d been pacing in front of him for at least five minutes—or was it ten—trying to resist the urge of becoming—what she perceives as—irrational.

She was being irrational.

He’d given her no reason to believe the things that were racing through her mind. No, those things stemmed from a long history—a history of being left behind.

Eventually, she inevitably got to be too much. Or people got bored with her. Or any other number of reasons why people just didn’t stick around.

She blames herself for it of course.

Meanwhile, Marc sits on the couch watching her wear out the floor with a troubled expression etched into his features.

She’d said they needed to talk when he’d gotten home from a round of Uber driving. She hadn’t said about what, but clearly it wasn’t anything good.

That had been a good fifteen minutes ago.

Marc wasn’t always the best with these things. Talking that is. And he didn’t want to pressure her to speak before she was ready to, so he’d sat here, anxiously waiting while she tried to find the words.

When she starts to look more worse for the wear he finally speaks up himself.

“Please talk to me, baby…” He urges softly.

She almost jumps out of her skin, having been so lost in thought she almost forgot he was sitting there.

Her face scrunches up in silent distress.

“I promise we’ll figure out whatever it is—together…” He continues, resisting the urge to reach for her.

“I’m—I’m terrified…” She confesses almost inaudibly.

Marc keeps his tone soft and even, “of what, baby?”

Her face crumples a little again, sucking in a sharp breath as she barely holds back tears. Her voice begins to tremble despite her best efforts to keep it strong.

“That one day, you’re gonna wake up and get sick of me—that—” She inhales sharply.

“That I won’t be what you need anymore…” She finishes with a choked sob, burying her face in her hands as she begins to quietly cry.

Marc is swift to rise from where he sits, closing the distance between them in seconds.

He gently pulls her hands from her face, just so that he can take it into his own as she shakes.

“That is never going to happen…” He states firmly, wiping the tears that stream slowly down her cheeks.

She refuses to open her eyes, shaking her head as she coughs.

“Look at me, baby…”

She cracks her eyes open, her brows pulled painfully together as she looks on him pleadingly.

“I’m never going to get sick of you, I’m never going to stop wanting you, and I’m never going to stop needing you…” He pauses. “Those things are non-negotiable.”

“You can’t be sure—”

“I can and I am.” He cuts her off.

At his words, she breaks down into more forceful sobs, just trying to remain upright.

Again, Marc is quick to move in to cradle her, holding her safely and firmly against himself.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby—we’re not going anywhere. I promise.” He reassures her.

“What if you change your mind?” She asks brokenly, clinging desperately to him.

“Not possible…” He says, a sense of awe in his tone, a soft smile of pride lacing through his words. “You’re the love of our lives.”

She inhales a quiet sniffle, hugging herself tighter to him, pressing a grateful kiss to his heart through his shirt.

He withdraws just enough to wipe more tears from her face, looking her over.

“Someday you’re just gonna have to believe that…okay?”

She nods quickly, sniffling again, her voice small. “Okay…”

#moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #moon knight system #moon boys #marc spector #marc spector x oc #steven grant #steven grant x oc #jake lockley #jake lockley x oc #muse: emma harper #muse: marc spector #temp tag: marc/emma #{ oneshots }#{ trilogy } phobia #that life seems like light years away { queue }

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leegemma · 2 years ago

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hiiii, I love your writing and I’m hoping you can do a ZB1 Lee! Hao and Ler! Jiwoong with lots of teasing and prompts 12, 47 and 93!!! <3

Thank you for your request! This was so fun to write! I didn't really know how to end it so you'll have to forgive me for that, haha

Enjoy:)

12 - “come on, let me see that smile!”

47 - “i think that i like this. can you do it some more?”

93 - “you’re too cute.”

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With the group's very recent debut and extremely tight schedule, the tension and stress at the zb1 dorms was greatly felt. Affecting each one of the members in different ways. And while they all tried to be there and listen to each other as best as they could, the oldest members were definitely up on their feet and running around between the younger ones more.

Take Zhang hao for example, he hasn't

slept for a whole day now. It started with him helping Ricky understand something in Korean, to him helping Gunwook with a dance move, to making sure Matthew was eating well, to him helping Gyuvin picking out outfits, to trying to calm Hanbin (who was obviously also extremely stressed) down.

Hao finally got the time to take a break when coming back from Taerae's room after practicing some vocals with the boy. He let out a deep sigh as he took a place next to Jiwoong on the sofa in their lounge.

Jiwoong, who was reading a book peacefully up until that moment, looked up from the book and at Hao. "You okay?"

At this moment, it was as if the whole brave and strong face Hao has been putting on just refused to stay on any longer. Hao broke down in tears, his little pout coming out.

"Oh Hao." Was all Jiwwong said as the oldest scooted closer and hugged Hao close.

"I'm sorry... I feel selfish for even crying right now. I know I'm not the only one who has it hard right now." Hao shook his head slightly, tears not stopping.

Jiwoong poked his side lightly, smiling gently when the younger jumped slightly

"Don't you dare say that. You're human and of course this is hard and stressful for you right now. Don't apologise for doing nothing wrong."

"But I'm the second oldest, I'm supposed to help the younger boys and stay strong for them. I can't brake."

"You can and you will, Hao." Jiwoong shook his head. "Of course as the eldests we have to look out for the others, but that does not mean we can't look out for ourselves too. Besides, I'm older than you and it is my job to look after you as well."

Hao smiled at that. "And then who will take care of you, hyung?"

Jiwoong rolled his eyes, a bigger smile making its way into his face. "You know very well all of you guys take good care of me."

"I guess." Hao shrugged, going back into a serious mood.

Jiwoong was quick to notice that though. "Alright, smile." He separated himself from Hao and held him by the shoulders instead.

"Huh?" Hao looked at Jiwoong in confusion.

"You heard me. Smile." He poked Hao's tummy.

"Hey!" Hao tried covering his body with his hands when Jiwoong continued to poke all over it.

"I'm not stopping until you smile!" Jiwoong himself was grinning now, looking at Hao as the cute boy grabbed a pillow from next to him and covered his face with it, somehow managing to keep the giggles in.

“come on, let me see that smile!” Jiwoong urged.

"Nohohoho" Hao broke into hysterical giggles as the older's pokes turned to quick jabs and squeezes. He still kept the pillow up.

"Hao~ I'm giving you five seconds to put the pillow down before this turns into a whole tickle attack~~" Jiwoong warned.

Zhang Hao blushed. "Nahahahahaha!"

"Five... four..."

"Please!"

"Three... two..."

"Hyuhuhung!!"

"Andddd... one!"

Jiwoong jumped to sit on Hao's hips the pillow falling off the sofa in the process, Jiwoong dug his fingers in Hao's sides as soon as he was sat comfortably. "There's that smile!"

"YOUHUHURE SOHOHO MEAHHAHAN!" Hao trying pushing at Jiwoong's hands, to not avail.

"And you're so ticklish!" The older said. "You're ticklish here, and here, and here and here... and especially...." Jiwoong poked at different places until he started wiggling his fingers right above Hao's armpits area.

"NAHAHAH PLEASE DON'T!" Hao pleaded, though did nothing to stop Jiwoong even though he had his hands fully free.

"Right... here!!!" Jiwoong dug into Hao's armpits. "Oh no! I think my hands are stuck!"

"IHIHIM NOHOHOT FAHAHAHLLING FOHOHOHR THAHAHAT!" Hao shook his head from side to side desperately.

Jiwoong kept his game going for a little longer, eventually taking his hands out of Hao's armpits when he watched the younger boy falling in and out of silent laughter. Jiwoong kept smiling down at Hao, wiping his thumb on his cheek affectionately.

"Hyung..." Hao let out after recovering quickly. “I think that i like this. Can you do it some more?”

Jiwoong was quick to process Hao's words as his shocked face turned into a shiny beam. “you’re too cute.”

As if he's been waiting for Hao to ask for more, Jiwoong started right back again, this time going for the thighs and squeezing them both.

"HYUHUHUNG" Hao let out a snort.

"Awwz did you just snort? That's so cute!" Jiwoong laughed along.

"NAHAHAHAHA" Hao was happily laughing and squirming as he felt Jiwoong moving on to his knees.

After a while on his knees, Jiwoong decided he was getting a better reaction on the upper body, as so his hands found Hao's ribs.

"Hey Hao, should we count your ribs to make sure your sadness didn't take any away?" Jiwoong's questions were often strange, but never this strange.

"WHAAHHAHAT?! NOHOHOHO! IHIHIT DIDN'T!" Hao screamed.

"And how can you be so sure? I just want to check to make sure you're actually okay now... just looking out for my younger brother." Jiwoong winked and started counting, shaking his fingers into Hao's ribs as much as he could in the process. "One... two..."

"THIHIS IHIHIS BAHAHAD!"

"Which one? One or two?" Jiwoong moved up. "Or three and four?"

"AAHAHAHAA ALL OF THEM!" Hao was fighting himself trying not to let his arms in the way.

"But if you had to choose one..."

Jiwoong kept the ribs game up until the tenth rib, when it really looked like Hao would pass out. He then stopped and got off the younger boy. "Have we had enough?"

"For now... thank you." Hao was now in a mood where he couldn't stop smiling.

"Always... okay? If you ever want to laugh some more, just come to me." Jiwoong nodded and pat Hao's head.

"Thank you... would you uhm... would you mind if I just close my eyes for a minute?" Hao made sure as his voice was still resting in the older boy's lap.

"Of course not. Go ahead." Jiwoong encouraged, picking up his book again. Smiling as he felt Hao dozing off.

Only around 5 minutes later the group's youngest came in the room looking for Hao.

Jiwoong was quick to shoosh him and point at the sleeping Hao. "You need anything? He's sleeping."

Yujin quickly understood and whispered back to the oldest. "I just need help with homework."

Jiwoong nodded and looked down at Hao again, lifting his head from his lap and resting it on the couch gently. "We'll let him sleep, okay? I'll help you."

Yujin nodded along and walked out of the room, telling Jiwoong he'll wait in his room.

Jiwoong assured him to go ahead and that he'll be right there, making sure to cover Hao with a blanket and even whisper a sweet little: "sleep well..." before even thinking about leaving the room.

#tickle fics #zb1 tickle #zb1 tickle fic #zerobaseone #lee!zhanghao #zhang hao #ler!jiwoong #kim jiwoong

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Paralyze.

Chapter 16

The day had ended, it was already 5 pm and Aizawa had told us to go home. I got ahead of everybody and began walking home on my own.

Well, at least I wanted to.

"Wait, dickhead, we're going the same way," a hard jab to my side made me flinch and hold my ribs, I looked up and saw the spiky hair of a certain ash-blonde and an overly happy shark-teethed boy.

Bakugou and Kirishima.

"Ugh, why do I have to be with you every goddamn day? You're annoying, Katsuki," I said out loud and Eijiro laughed. Bakugou had his cheeks red but he was growling, and kicked a tiny stone on the sidewalk.

"Look who's talking," he quoted me, making fun of my voice. A fake offended gasp got past my lips.

"How dare you? That was an awful imitation of my voice," I pushed him playfully and he chuckled.

"It was a good try though."

"No, it wasn't."

We kept bickering back and forth for a while until Kirishima laughed. "You two are too opposite, but yet get along so well, I'm surprised."

"Well, he's the only extra that I can talk with," Bakugou tried to hug my shoulder, but because of our height difference, I had to bend down a bit.

"I'm not sure if I should be glad or offended, Katsuki," he smirked and let out another chuckle.

"You should be glad, you're Bakugou Katsuki's best friend. You should feel honoured." My sarcastic laugh made him poke hard my ribs, but that didn't stop me from making fun of him some more.

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Iida made us stand in four lines by each other, and the person next to us would be our seat partner. I got to sit with Bakugou, great.

He's not gonna stop annoying me. Not that I mind, I like the attention he gives me.

I sat by the window, and Bakugou plopped right beside me. I could see Aizawa at the front seat wanting to tell us something, but the loudness of the rest didn't let him. In the end, his eyes focused forward after trying and failing.

My eyes were droopy, I hadn't got a good sleep last night. The racing in my mind didn't let me. I laid my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes to sleep for the whole duration of this trip.

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A hard shake from the bus made me open my eyes, blinking to get rid of the blurry sight. I looked around, only to see that everybody had fallen asleep too, my body was feeling a bit numb so I tried to move, but a weight on my shoulder shifted.

Looking to my left, I saw Bakugou's head resting on me. That instantly made my heart thump, I was just hoping the noise of it wouldn't wake him up.

I looked away and out of the window, trying to just ignore his presence. But I couldn't.

Not when his fucking arm hugged my waist to pull me closer to him!

Okay, this made me remember that one time at his house. The first time I spent the night at the Bakugou's household. Now I had to think of something quick, I needed to pull him away or else-

"(M/n)..." my breath stopped and I didn't move a muscle for what felt like ages, waiting for him to say something else, but instead he just squirmed on his seat and moved his face closer to my neck.

Now his warm breath was touching my skin! This was too tempting. Why. God, why? What kind of test is this? You wanted to test my resistance with the person I like? Well, congratulations, I've never been so close to jump on him and kiss his lips to death.

Okay, maybe not to death, I still wanted him to be an annoying piece of shit, so maybe... until unconsciousness? Yeah, that seemed less deadly.

With a sudden urge to look at his peaceful face, a deep breath got in through my nose and out of my mouth. It's now or never, (M/n), you've got this, he's asleep and so is everybody else, they wouldn't think of you as a weirdo if you stare at Bakugou for hours, you can do it, just a tiny glance. Okay... 1... 2... 3!

I moved my head, being careful to not hit him and wake him up, and moved my eyes a bit down.

My god. Why does he have to be hella cute? I wanna eat him.

I felt my lips parting at the sight of his face. The most peaceful expression I have ever seen on his face, he did look like an angel, even more beautiful with the sun coming in through the window. But he had a little frown in the middle of his eyebrows, I tilted my head slightly to the right, covering his eyes from the sun, and the scowl disappeared. A smile tugged at his lips and I couldn't resist.

I leaned down to kiss his forehead and left trailing kisses to the tip of his nose. I was extremely tempted to kiss his lips, but I just left lots of tiny pecks on his cute nose, resting my forehead on his after I finished.

"I like you Katsuki... so much," I whispered and decided to look away, otherwise I would do something I would've regretted doing without his consent.

I kept looking out of the window, my mind blank now, and slowly, as the minutes went by, everybody began to wake up and stretch while yawning. Bakugou woke up too, and I quickly closed my eyes when he pulled back so abruptly. The feeling of his eyes on me was keeping me aware, I felt it, he was trying to know if I was sleeping or not, I had decided I was gonna play the 'I was sleeping, didn't know shit' card about the hugging situation.

He seemed to buy it though.

"Thank god he wasn't awake... that would've been really awkward," after that I waited some seconds, before I "woke up", moving and yawning for a bit, blinking some more and rubbing my eyes.

"Are we there yet?" I asked in my best attempt at a hoarse voice. This had to seem real, or he would realize.

"No, not yet at least," I nodded and kept my eyes focused on the world outside the window.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years ago

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so. i wear comfortable clothes (like pajamas and sweaters and stuff) when i get sad. and tbh i'm sad a lot so i wear those kinds of clothes like 5 out of 7 days of the week. can i request alois, maurice, and both ciels (have their actual names been released yet?? 😭) with a s/o like that?

aaaaaa all I can offer are virtual hugs and prayers for you that things will get better and you'll be less sad in the future

.. and some reactions from some bois who really love you! <3

I don't think we have official names yet, but, I just call O!Ciel "Ciel" and my headcanon name for R!Ciel is "Astre" :D

… Oh, his darling looks so adorable like that! Really, he just can’t help but gush a little when he sees them looking so relaxed. Those kinds of clothes are ones that he doesn’t often wear himself despite very much wanting to, so he’s almost jealous. He’s happy for them, though! He just… maybe wishes he could join them? He might have to do that one of these days. But, when it becomes apparent that they usually only do this when they’re not having a good day, he starts to get… pouty. Mostly because he’s worried. He starts trying to cheer them up, by dancing around and urging them to come dance with him, or attempting to coax them into coming into town with him. When that doesn’t work? He puts on comfy clothes and has a sad day with them. While he knows it’s not a long-term solution, and he’ll have to figure out a long-term solution, for the moment he thinks everything is just fine if he dresses comfortably and lies down next to them and cuddles and lets them feel sad. It’s not as bad when you’re sad alongside someone you love, right?

Hm, how… unfortunate? Is that how he wants to word this? It’s a bit of a disappointment, to see his darling putting forth a lack of effort when it comes to their appearance. If they’re going to be on his arm, he needs to make sure they look appropriately elegant just like him. It’s not like he’s trying to be insensitive; deep down, he’s a lot more concerned than he lets on. When someone doesn’t look after how they present themself to the world, surely that means something bigger is going on. That’s distressing to him for the simple fact that he cares very much about them. He takes a very direct approach, though he does try not to be cruel about it. (He’s not in the business of making (Name) even sadder, after all.) So his efforts tend more toward cajoling them into wearing something else, telling them that he’s going to have a ball going on tonight so they need to wear that new dress or suit he got them. He’s hoping that getting them dressed up and moving and all that will naturally bring them out of sadness. While he knows he needs to find a more sustainable way to help them… this is the best thing he can think of. Well, this, and lots of ducking behind walls so he can kiss them. ‘Soft’ clothes or no, he’ll keep them plenty comfortable.

Well, if nothing else, they know what they’re doing. Nobody else knows what’s best for another person, right? Except maybe a doctor. He’s unsure if his dear would need any kind of doctor for… this. It strikes him as odd that they seem to dress comfortably only when they’re feeling down mentally, and even odder that he can point to the pattern that spells out the fact that they feel like that a lot. He doesn’t say much, but one can almost see the gears in his head turning when he looks at them in their too-big sweater, as he tries to think of how best to approach the topic. He can’t very well go up and tell them to stop wearing those clothes and tell him why they’re sad or any of that. There comes a single order he gives Sebastian which is nigh impossible for his butler to follow: “Keep (Name) happy.” It isn’t so easy… it’s the only thing he can think to do, aside from kissing them and doing things he knows they like. He just makes sure to get them out as often as possible so they have a reason to wear other clothing, so that perhaps that in itself will cheer them up. All the while, he makes sure to be thinking of how best to help them, and ensuring they know he cares for them.

Haha, what on Earth are they doing? Attempting to violate every law of fashion all at once? Honestly, he doesn’t mind so much if his sweetheart dresses in a way that lets them be more comfortable… except that they do so around his friends. Whilst he’s with them. Of course they look very calm and they’re not wearing stiff or hard to fiddle with clothing. He’s definitely jealous. Still, he also is perhaps a little embarrassed that they dress so casually when with him. Not only does he want to be known as someone beautiful, which also necessitates put-together people being associated with him, it also… sort of concerns him? Why aren’t they taking care of themself and dressing up a little? Although he doesn’t expect them to be flawlessly dressed all the time, the kind of clothes they wear while sad are so dressed down, it’s like they don’t want to pick something else out. He tries to be kind about it, offering to pick an outfit for them or to please, please, please let him do their makeup and/or their hair! It’s a way to bond, but also to help them dress themself up a bit. It might seem kind of shallow; however, he truly is worried about them. He has to try something, doesn’t he?

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Astre #Ciel #Maurice #reaction #romantic #hurt/comfort #fluff #domestic #aaaaaaaa all good boys good boys they try~#one hell of a queue

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Oscar smiled fondly down at you as you puckered your lips, you not even having to ask him as he leaned down and he kissed you sweetly. He stayed incredibly close to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he smiled against your lips. He still could not believe that this was his life. It felt so damn good to have the woman he had spent the last five years hopelessly in love with actually loved him back now. He stayed close to you, retrieving your luggage easily all while keeping an arm around you. He didn’t want to be apart from you at all. He was not usually into PDA but with you, he very much was. He didn’t care if everyone saw how desperately in love he was with you.

Katie smiled softly when seeing the two of you so close together, feeling so overjoyed for her brother. He had wanted this for so long and she had always just wanted him to be happy. “I have never seen him look this happy before. It’s like he is so much freer,” she sighed contently, leaning into Max. “And what is more beautiful than two of our best friends being hopelessly in love?” Oscar was her younger brother but he was also one of her best friends. The two of them had always been very close and she had always been protective of him.

I kept my arms wrapped around Oscar’s middle even as he got the bags, giggling as he struggled a bit but never told me to move, the two of us being absolutely attached at the hip now even more than we were before. “I’m glad baggage claims don’t give me PTSD considering the last time I was at one, my entire world came crashing down around me.” I giggle quietly, watching as Max grabbed his and Katie’s luggage, feeling silly that I didn’t have anything, having just gone from my job straight to the airport, not expecting that Oscar would want me to come and definitely didn’t want to pack and get my hopes crushed if he told me to fuck off. I cling to the fabric of his hoodie as I hug him even closer, almost afraid to let go, afraid that he’d disappear or something for some reason.

“If only I got drunk and let it slip that he was in love with her 5 years ago... maybe our lives would be very different now. Maybe they’d be the ones planning their wedding alongside us.” Max smiled down at his fiancee, leaning down and pecking her lips before grabbing their bags once he spotted them on the conveyor belt. “I do feel like we’re two happy parents... Between taking care of all 3 of them, Lando included, it’s like we’re having all the practice for when we finally get a little baby in your belly.” Max and Katie were the oldest and definitely the most mature, next to Oscar, out of the group and they definitely were the leaders of our little crew.

“Yeah, I am trying to… Why? Was that really bad?,” I ask you, repeating the words quietly to myself again, hoping I got the pronunciation right. “I am just hoping that proves to you that I don’t want Pierre or any other guy. And yeah, guys might try to flirt with me but they don’t see the real me. They don’t care about what’s underneath but you do. You actually see me. No one is going to be able to take me from you. I am yours and only yours,” I say, moving to sit in your lap, wrapping my arms around your neck. I already felt so connected to you and I wasn’t ashamed to let you see that.

“No, it was really fucking hot.” Max’s dick was at full attention now and he just wanted to be polite and gentlemanly and get through one meal with you without the urge to bend you over. He wasn’t sure he’d ever not be at least half hard around you, but he really did want to get to know you and not just objectify and womanize you. He wasn’t raised by the greatest parents, but we was raised better than that. Max looked up at you as you sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and smiling at you. “I know, I trust you... I just don’t trust other men. I know men are going to flirt with you, as women will flirt with me, but we can’t control other people. We can only control how we react to the flirting. Sometimes I have to flirt back for promotional things or for funding... but I hope you know that it never means anything. I only want you too, schatje. And please, keep learning Dutch. It’s really, really, really fucking hot.”

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clumsyenby · 3 years ago

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Hi! Could you do the main four and sun/moon drop reacting to a gn!S/o whos afaid of the dark? Love your writing!!

second request!!! woop woop <3 hope this is what you were looking for! i used to be DEATHLY afraid to the dark, so writing this was fun to look back and see how i've grown from then! ^.^

TW: none (unless you count fear of abandonment as a trigger?) gender neutral, adult reader!

Total word count: 9122

contains: separate scenarios with each animatronic, including an extra of Sun & Moon (separated)! just pure, tooth-rotting fluff :) + i had another idea and combined it with Freddy's part.. i might have gotten carried away with it - it's a small therapy session with Freddy >.<

masterlist + how to request! | all of my FNAF imagines on AO3

Even In The Dark, All I See Is You

- your animatronic lover thinks that they know you inside out, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. yet, they cannot help but feel surprised to find out that you have a fear of the dark. not to fear, they will be there to comfort you. ♡

*(Y/N) - Your Name

Glamrock Freddy (He/Him)

- 1896 words

"Superstar, can I ask you something?"

You raised an eyebrow at the orange bear. Freddy usually just asked whatever he had on mind, rarely asking for permission to question someone else about something. Odd.

Out of all the Glamrocks, Freddy was definitely the most innocent. You were sure his question wouldn't be anything too out of the ordinary. You shrugged, you had nothing to lose. "You already did, but sure." You replied with a small smile, encouraging him to go on.

Freddy takes a moment to rethink the phrasing of his question. He was worried from the wording that it would offend you, or that it would cause you to shy away in any form. You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to redirect his focus to you. "Everything okay, big bear?" You asked him instead. His awkwardness was a surprise, it made you almost nervous for what he was to ask about.

Freddy leaned into your touch, a soft, mechanical purr leaving his lips. Oh, the discovery that your mechanical boyfriend and friends could purr made you feel like a child on Christmas. Who knew they were just like big house-cats?

Freddy just twiddled his thumbs, nervous to ask. As adorable as it was to see Freddy like a nervous teenager, your curiosity was getting the best of you. "Come on babe, spit it out!" You said and grabbed at his shoulders, in an attempt to shake him. He barely moved, considering he was practically thrice your weight, but you tried. A poor try, but it still counts.

Freddy chuckled at your desperation, his voice box crackling with amusement. He wraps an arm around your waist, easily guiding you closer to him as he envelops you into a hug. His other hand runs through your hair while you wrapped your arms around him. You giggled at the sudden display of affection. "You must be really nervous over this question if you're acting this way," You quipped. Freddy could hear the smile in your voice, it melting away all qualms he had.

He placed his head on your shoulder, his mouth right beside your ear. You could feel the hot breaths coming out of him, you had hoped that his coolant was working properly. You would hate for him to overheat.

"Doyoueverfeelafraid? Likeyoureafraidthateverythingyouhavenowisgoingtodisappearinasecond?"

You blinked in surprise. Huh?

Freddy sounded just like when Sun when he was rambling about children. What was his question? You missed it completely.

"Could you repeat that? You spoke so quickly." You laughed. You could feel the steams escaping his metal casing through the small openings at his joints. He was really stressing over this question.

"Do you ever feel afraid?" Freddy finally manages to get out of his throat after a moment. You had the urge to laugh. That was his question? That was what he was so nervous about? He was nothing like this when he asked you out.

You hummed at patted him on the back, trying to comfort him. "Of course I do. Are you afraid about something?" You asked in return. Was he insecure about something? You knew the fellow animatronics such as Roxy and Monty had their fair share of insecurities, but Freddy had barely shown any, or talked about feeling insecure.

You feel Freddy shifting to hold you a little tighter, a little more closer to him than normal. You were sure there was a potential of that leaving a bruise, but you knew Freddy would never intentionally hurt you. "Fear is a weird emotion. I've seen children experience it, but experiencing it myself is.. It's more that I ever thought of." He mutters softly.

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream," He continues. "I'm afraid that if I wake up, you'll be nothing but a fond memory that lived in my head,"

"I'm afraid that you'll one day fall in love with another, maybe even another human, and leave me here, all alone." He rambles on. You watched as his eyes darted away from you as he spoke, looking directly to the floor. He was ashamed for even feeling this way. Was it selfish for him to feel like this?

"And I'm afraid that-" He continues again, only to be cut off by you knocking your face onto his. You sloppily kissed him, putting all of your energy and passion into it. It was a little odd considering Freddy could not physically kiss back, but the action was well appreciated. He lets out a little delighted hum from the physical contact.

When you finally pull away, you're panting, desperately trying to catch your breath. You place your forehead against his, staring into his blue eyes. They resembled calm blue skies and the salty ocean. "It's okay to be afraid," You whispered through exhales.

"Fear is something all of us experience; It's never a good feeling. Sometimes it eats you up alive, the worry factor making things worse at times. But, you should never let it control you. You have to face your fears in order to overcome them." You smiled at him and pecked at his nose, the soft honk from it making you giggle.

"And that's what you're doing right now - facing your fears. You're telling me that you're afraid of loosing me, right?" Freddy nods. You can see it in his eyes, that he was processing your words, trying to figure out the next response to do. You kiss him again, square on his mouth this time.

"Your fears are valid. But, I promise you that this is real, all of this; and that I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here beside you."

Freddy feels his non-existent heart swell at your words. If he could shed tears, he would have been sobbing. You meant so much to him, and to have you reaffirm your affection for him made him emotional. He presses his face to you, a small kiss as a gift for your heartwarming words. "Thank you, my love.. Really, thank you." His voice box crackles, sounding almost as if like it was underwater.

Freddy reaches out to wipe a stray tear from your face, one that you had not realised it escaped from your eye. "Are you choking up?" You tease from the sound of his voice box. Freddy laughs as well, his voice now back to normal. He pecks you lovingly once more.

"You mentioned that you've felt fear before.. What are you afraid of?" He asks. You pursed your lips together. You were afraid of many things, from small spiders to falling off from a height. Freddy already knew those fears of yours. But there was still one more fear of yours that you never told him about. You were afraid of being judged for it, as you had been since childhood.

Should you tell him? After all, he had just bared his heart to you.

Just as you opened your mouth, the lights in his green room went out. You squeaked, scrambling to wrap your arms around your boyfriend. Freddy felt your heart rate pick up at an alarming pace. "What's wrong, my love?" He asks gently.

"T-the d-ark.. I don't like it.." Your teeth chattered. Goosebumps had risen along your arms that were clinging onto Freddy for dear life. Freddy hummed, his chest-plate reverberating against your head. He presses a kiss to your head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"I can't believe my Mx. I'm Not Afraid Of Animatronics of a partner is afraid of the dark.." Freddy jokes lightly. You could not help but laugh as well, albeit still on edge. Throughout your time as the Pizzaplex's technician, you had never been afraid of any of the animatronics. Sure, they were eccentric and had such solid personalities, but they meant well; even if it was hard to see at first.

"I had no idea that the lights went out at night.." You huffed. It was your first time staying overnight at the Pizzaplex; a special request of sorts from management. They had said that the animatronics needed some extra TLC (tender loving care) this maintenance weekend.

Freddy rubbed your back comfortingly. "They do for every other hour. It is to save on some costs, I suppose." You squeaked, "An hour?! And this REPEATS?!"

Freddy placed another kiss onto your head. "No need to be afraid, my dear. I'll be here with you." You snuggled into Freddy's chest, thankful for his warmth. Being afraid of the dark seemed like such a 'childish' fear when compared to the fear of heights, or the fear of being forgotten. This fear of yours has been long kept a secret since childhood, and you planned of keeping it that way. Until today, though it was unplanned.

Damn it, Freddy.

Your animatronic boyfriend started talking about his day, how adorable the children he met were and about how glad he was to be spending time with you. When given the chance, he was quite the chatterbox. You did not mind though, especially in this situation. You appreciated the bear for being a distraction, he was someone who made all your worries melt away.

Though it was pitch-black in Freddy's green room, you could see how his eyes lit up (literally) with love when he looked directly at you. It showed in the way he moved, how he always controlled his strength when touching you, treating you as if you were made of glass.

As Freddy continued to ramble, he was interrupted by you kissing him this time, on his cheek. You see the confused look on his face and giggled. Another kiss was given, "Just a thank you, Freddy."

Freddy leans closer to nuzzle your face, his loud purrs filling up the atmosphere. "Thank you as well, my love. Thank you for listening and helping me face my fears. I really do adore you," His voice drops to a whisper at the last sentence. His declaration of love was sacred, something that he only kept reserved for you.

"Thank you for staying with me while I face my fears as well; I love you too." You whisper back.

As Freddy was about respond, the sounds of bells jingling outside Freddy's room was heard. Then came the sounds of footsteps, pitter pattering across the floor. You nearly screamed, burying your face into your boyfriend's neck. Freddy only laughed, patting your back. "Not to worry Superstar, it is only the Daycare Attendant."

"Sun isn't supposed to leave the daycare!" You almost yelled, whipping your head up to look out of the glass panel that also acted as a 'wall'. Through the small crack of where the curtain separated, you could see Moon on the other side. His red eyes shone brightly in the dark. He lifted a hand, waving all five fingers slowly. It was eerie, exactly what you were afraid of seeing in the dark.

"It's past your bedtime~"

Freddy blew a raspberry at the nighttime animatronic, "Stop scaring them, Moon." He scolded lightly. He used his free hand to wag a finger in disappointment. Moon slumped in defeat and walked away. You knew that if Moon had visible irises, he would be rolling his eyes.

"That was not cool, Moon!" You yelled. You only heard the faint crackle of his voice box as a laugh and the sound of bells fading away into the distance.

Montgomery Gator (He/Him)

- 1556 words (it's so fun to write soft Monty hehe)

"That's it! You're getting it!" You were learning some bass guitar chords from your animatronic boyfriend, Monty. He cheers you on encouragingly, more than ecstatic for his partner to be interested in his own craft. Though you only played a single chord, the G chord, Monty felt his heart swell with pride. You were already perfect in his eyes but the love he felt flowing through him as he watched you try his interests was indescribable. The simplest term he could find for himself as a video-game enthusiast, was that his love was on another level.

It was hard for Monty to explain the feelings he felt. All he knew was anger prior to meeting you. After that fateful day of crossing paths with you, he knew you were special.

Was it love? He first questioned himself. But that seemed impossible; an animatronic loving a human? Deep down, Monty knew it was love. He felt it when he first held your hand, when he first kissed you, when he first saw you wearing his merchandise and when he hears you say his name.

The sounds from his bass came to an abrupt stop, pulling him out of his thoughts. He calls your name, concerned. It takes him a moment to adjust to the sudden darkness of his green room, he could only see you due to his night vision. Shadows were casted on your face from your hair and you were frozen in place. Monty waves a hand in front of your face, "Babe? You okay?"

The gator picks you off from his couch and onto his lap in an effortless manoeuvre, a hand smoothing down your hair comfortingly. You snap out of your frozen state, now shivering in fear under Monty's hold. Your boyfriend could not understand why you were shaking. You were barely afraid of anything - What were you afraid of that caused you to react this way?

"It's alright, I'm here.. No need to be afraid of anything," He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You leaned onto him, letting go of your own weight and quietly cried. Monty was even more puzzled than before. First you were afraid, now you were crying? Was it the mood swings? Must be a human thing. Monty could not comprehend what was going on, literally.

Monty felt the cooling fans under his metal plating whir to life. He was starting to overheat from confusion. Who knew that could happen?

The sound of the cooling fans oddly enough, calmed you down. Your quiet sobs came to a stop, you looking at your boyfriend worriedly. "Are you okay? Why are you overheating?" You asked. Of course, leave it to you to worry over someone else over yourself. Monty raised an eyebrow as he wiped the salty tear stains away from your face. "Why were you crying?" He countered back.

You bit your lip, afraid of telling him. You were afraid of judgement, especially from someone who you held dear to your heart. Monty interpreted your silence as you feeling offended. He knew you did not like confrontation and tended to shy away from it when necessary. He rubs your back softly, "Look babe, I'm sorry I said that.. You don't have to tell me, just know that I'm here if you want to talk-"

"I'm afraid of the dark." You blurted out, cutting him off.

"Huh?" Monty says immediately. "The... Dark?" He repeats slowly. The gears were still turning in his head, trying to connect the dots. His eyes go blank, processing new information. After a moment of silence, he snaps his fingers. "Oh! Nyctophobia. Sun has it as well,"

You nodded, "Something like that, though for different reasons than Sun." The alligator continues to rub your back comfortingly. "It's okay, babe. We all have our fears. Why didn't you tell me about this before? I would have known what to do if something like this happened,"

Oh Monty. Sweet, sweet Monty. He was such a sweetheart when it came to his loved ones, especially in their times of need. He could be an arse at times (scratch that, most of the time), but he always meant it in good fun. He always knew not to go overboard, and apologise when he accidentally did.

"You were going to plan something if you knew?" You asked back. You ignored his first question, you were still too embarrassed to admit to as to why you never told him yet. That was another problem you often faced - social anxiety, also known as the fear of judgement from others. It was something that both you and Roxanne shared. And luckily for you, Monty has had his fair share of comforting Roxy during her anxiety attacks. They shared a sibling bond of sorts, despite acting like polar opposites and fighting childishly in front of many.

Monty grumbles, a deep yet comforting sound that you've grown to love. "Of course. If I'm with you, I'd do anything to make you feel better, no matter how small the matter is," He uses his tail to slide his bass guitar that was left unattended on the couch towards him. He places it gently over your lap as you sat on him, hooking his fingers onto the fretboard with ease. "Get comfortable, doll. I have a surprise for you." He smiled cheekily. He gave you a moment to shift around. You settled yourself comfortably, leaning your head under the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Monty began to strum, playing one of his solo songs from the performance earlier that day. He hums, his throat vibrating against your face. You felt your muscles relax, the worry leaving your body; as if it was never there to begin with. The music slowly but surely, lulls you into a dazed state, sleep threatening to take over your body.

Just as you were going to fall into a deep slumber, Monty starts to strum the opening to a new song. A very familiar song. It takes you a few seconds to think straight. "Is that my favourite song?!" You asked, buzzing with excitement, all prior drowsiness gone.

Monty chuckles as he saw you perk up. "Is it? I had no idea," He teases as he began to sing the lyrics. His voice was smooth like velvet (not butter) and as sweet as his favourite cake from the PizzaPlex's café. You hummed along, enjoying how your boyfriend looked in front of you; His guard was down and his true emotions were showing. You wished he was like this to the others, but you felt honored to be the only one he showed this side of him to. It made you feel special.

Special was barely enough to describe how Monty saw you. Words or phrases like angel, perfect, a gift from Heaven barely did you any justice either. It was indescribable for him to express just exactly how he felt for you. Monty never tried to force his feelings and the way he saw you in a specific box. If you were to ask him, he would say that you did not need a box to be defined, that you were too good for any of said boxes. Sometimes, it is better for things to be left the way they are.

As the song came to a close, you gave him a kiss, catching the gator off-guard. He squeaks, immediately regretting making that sound. "What was that for?" He asks as he looked away embarrassedly, steam escaping through his joints. You giggled and gave him another peck. "Thank you, Mon. You've always been so good to me." You said. Monty knew you were being sincere, he could hear it from the way you spoke, he could see it in the way you looked right back at him; eyes full of love, and he could feel it with each touch you gave him.

He nuzzles your cheek, a soft contented sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry it wasn't much.. I only had the bass on hand. Next time, I'll have a slice of cake ready or maybe your favourite drink.." He replied. He felt upset for not being prepared beforehand, despite not knowing that such an event like would happen.

"You don't have to get anything, babe. You being here is enough. You're enough." His heart swelled from hearing your words. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew every single insecurity and fear of his. You never failed in reassuring him and repeating your affections for him so he would get it through his stubborn wires and endoskeleton, even at a time when he was trying to comfort you. Due to night vision, Monty could see you clearly, the way you teared up while speaking as your hands trembled. Monty frowned, "Why are you crying again? Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head and gave him a hug, "No, no! These are happy tears, babe. You just make me so happy!" Monty moves his bass to the side and returns the hug. He inhales, breathing in your scent. You smelt just like him now; mint with a hint of cedarwood, and it made him more than happy to know that he was truly yours, as you were his.

Roxanne Wolf (She/Her)

- 1398 words

Roxanne purrs in delight as you run a hand through her mane. You laughed, "Eager, are we?" She growls jokingly, a smile hiding behind her eyes. "Hurry up!"

Deciding not to tease your girlfriend any further, you started brushing her long silver mane, starting from the roots down to the ends. Her purrs got louder with each swipe of the brush, eyes rolling to the back of her head from pleasure. You smiled with amusement as you continued to pamper her.

It was nights like these that Roxy loved, having some well-deserved alone time with her partner. It allowed her to fully relax and not worry about showing a confident front to the many children and parents she regularly interacted with. She knew she could speak her mind with you, she could let out every single frustration she had held up over the past few hours and know that you would not see her as any less. You, being her pillar of support is what made her fall in love with you. She needed someone like you for years and when you finally came into her life as the newly assigned animatronic handler, she swore that the Gods above had finally answered her prayers. Albeit she was rough around the edges at first, she allowed herself to fully melt into your arms, becoming nothing but a puddle of love in front of you.

"How was your day?" You asked as you continued to brush her hair. Roxy loved having your attention at any given time, so she sometimes made her stories a bit more dramatic than its reality, just to get different reactions out of you. She loved watching your face contort and twist painlessly to express different emotions, ranging from the squeal of joy to a cringe of disgust. She felt jealous for having a much more inexpressive face compared to yours, yet relived at the same time. It made hiding her emotions much easier when needed.

She smiled and howled with laughter from seeing your many reactions for today's story. Apparently, some child had gotten too excited from meeting Freddy and ended up puking on him. Poor bear.

Just as she was going to ask about your day, the lights in her green room had shut off. It was pitch black. Your brushing came to a stop. She heard your gasp. She reaches to grasp your hand, "Honey? Are you okay?" She asks worriedly. You squeezed her hand tightly as you shivered. "It's dark.." You simply replied.

Roxy shifted, moving to your end of the couch to wrap you in a hug. Her internal heating immediately turned on, a warm exhale leaving through her lips. You sighed deeply and embraced the warmth emitting from her. "Don't like the dark?" You finally heard her speak after a few moments of silence. You groaned softly and buried your face in her shoulder, "No.. I've hated it since I was a child.."

Roxy hums in response, drawing shapes onto your back soothingly. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought I knew everything about you," She asks. She almost sounded dejected, as if you did not trust her enough to tell her this fear of yours. You panicked, scrambling to find an answer. "You do! It's just that I thought you would judge me for having such a fear.." You trailed off. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, as if it could jump out at any moment.

Roxy scoffs lightly, "Why would I judge you, babe? I've told you every insecurity and fear I ever had. It wouldn't be fair to you for me to judge you for having a fear." You hear the light teasing tone in her voice despite being serious. She was trying to lighten the mood, trying to make you feel better.

Roxy snaps her fingers, an idea fresh in her mind. She unwraps herself from you, causing you to whine softly. She laughs, "One second, babe. I just remembered something," She gets off from her couch and slips past the metal door that leads to the storeroom. She returns a moment later, hiding something behind her back. "Give me your hands!" She says with an excited grin.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically and followed her instructions. In the dark room, you could only see her eyes that glowed brightly. She places a small circular object in your hands. Your fingers fumbled with the item until they hit something solid. Applying pressure, the solid moved to the right and the item lit up. It glowed a light purple, Roxy's favourite colour.

Roxy pushed a lock of hair behind her ear sheepishly. She swung on the balls of her feet, back and forth, back and forth. "Do you like it? It's my old nightlight." She asked.

If you were not so mesmerised by the stunning purple the light gave, you would have pounced onto her and peppered her with kisses. You smiled, reaching out to grab her hand. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you for sharing this with me-" You started, only to be cut off by her. She smiled back, "You keep it. I know you need it more than I do."

She had your full attention now.

You yanked on her hand, pulling her down to your eye-level as you swiftly gave her a kiss. She squeaks in surprise, not used to you taking charge. She was the one to usually initiate physical contact. You pecked her on her nose, rubbing it with your own right after. "You're a gem, you know that?" You said with a giggle.

Her eyes are a mix of yellow and purple under the soft gleam of the nightlight. She looks beautiful. You always tell her about how beautiful she is, especially on her low-mood days; but this sight was something different. She looked much more happier, more in love and most importantly, more like herself. The Roxy that all of the Mega Pizzaplex knew was arrogant, rude and boisterous. But, the Roxy you knew was nothing like that. She had a heart of gold, though it was coated in silver in order to protect what was truly underneath. She was is perfect.

Roxy shifts, settling back onto the couch to sit next to you. She picks up the brush that you were using on her, long forgotten. It was quivering at the edge, threatening to fall onto the ground at any second. She nudges you gently, getting you to lean against her, your back facing her. She begins to brush your hair, gently working out any knots and tangles along the way. She hums the tune to your favourite song as she continues to groom you.

"You know, I used to be afraid of the dark too." She says after finishing with your hair. You were now leaning on her, her fingers now on your scalp, massaging away the fear and tension you felt. You smiled slightly, relived to hear that she could relate to you, "Really?" She shifts you slightly, pushing you to lay onto her lap.

She nods. "Not exactly the dark, but being alone in the dark. I hated being alone in the dark, it reminded me of all the insecurities I had. Sometimes, I heard voices, repeating these insecurities at me." She sighs. You felt upset for making her recall such a memory, but you appreciated her nonetheless for sharing. You reached your hand up to cup her cheek, rubbing it with your thumb. She purrs softly, a small smile on her lips.

"But then, I met you. You became a light in my life, and I was no longer afraid of the dark anymore." She continued.

Tears welled up in your eyes, "Oh Rox.." You whispered. She giggled lightly, leaning down to kiss your lips - Spiderman style. "So, I mean it when I say that I love you. I know I rarely say it, but you've done so much for me, more than you'll ever know." She leans into your touch, feeling more content than ever.

"You don't have to say it, Roxy. I know you do." You flipped around, embracing her again. "And just for the record, I love you too. I find that I love you a little more as each day passes." Roxy bursts into tears from your response, causing you to laugh as you and her continued to cuddle.

Glamrock Chica (She/Her)

- 1128 words

Your conscience is yelling at you, urging you to quicken your pace. You were repairing a security robot near the green rooms, when the lights suddenly went out. It was your first time staying overnight at the Pizzaplex, and this was definitely not going according to plan. You just wanted to finish your task and go chill with your robot girlfriend, NOT run in the dark; with the possibility of being grabbed by anyone.

As you reached the hallway of the green rooms, all of the lights of the Glamrock's rooms seemed to also be off. Except for Chica's.

A little faster, (Y/N)! You're almost there! Her door is right in front of you! I know you're tired, but it's a sprint away! You hear your inner voice yell once more.

The faint sound of bells jingling caused you to squeak. It seemed to get louder with each passing second - It was now or never. You gave it your all, sprinting to your girlfriend's door and knocking rapidly.

"Hey, sugar! What's u- wrong?" The chicken's smile dropped instantly the moment she saw you shivering at the door of her green room. She ushers you inside, throwing a spare blanket over your shoulders. You're shivering under her touch, teeth chattering like there is no tomorrow.

Under the dim UV lighting of her room, Chica was practically glowing. Her neon outfit consisted of pinks and greens, two of her favourite colours. It was a welcome sight after you rushed to her room when the lights went out. Chica slips into the storeroom, grabbing a bottle of water and returning to your side. "My sweet, you need to tell me the problem.. How else am I supposed to help you?" She asks gently and handed you the water. You grabbed at it, chugging the liquid down like a dehydrated animal.

You blinked and looked at her confusedly. "Why are the lights on in your room?" Chica chirps, clapping her hands together. "Any kinetic energy generated at the play attractions, like my Mazercise, is converted into backup electrical energy for the green rooms! Pretty smart, right?" It made sense - a lot of physical energy would be generated at the attractions from guests running about, such as in Fazerblast. It was not new news to you that Fazbear Entertainment wanted to make as much money as possible, so implementing a different generator for the Glamrocks' rooms was not too much of a reach.

Chica slips under the blanket with you, her hands attaching onto yours. She plays with your fingers, tugging and pulling them gently. "You don't have to tell me, darling. But, whatever spooked you outside probably was just from a S.T.A.F.F. bot malfunctioning," She said. You shook your head and leaned onto her, your head on her shoulder.

"It's not that.. I was fixing up a bot then the lights went off, then I heard the sound of bells getting louder and louder.. It was terrifying!" You exclaimed. The memory of the bells jingling getting louder made you involuntary shiver again. Chica rubbed your hands, blowing hot air into them as an attempt to calm you down. "You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?" She finally asks.

Your sigh was shaky as you finally admitted your weakness, to the one you loved the most. "It's that obvious, isn't it?" You muttered. Chica tutted and pecked your forehead, moving closer to you. "It's okay to be afraid, you know. I have my own fears as well," She replies. Her words felt warm and reassuring, like a hug for the soul. Chica knew just how to made you feel better.

She manages to get you to lie on her while she's on the sofa, taking you into her arms. Her hugs felt as great as her words were; it was something that could not easily be reciprocated by another. She always made you feel safe, no matter how she chose to comfort you. Her favourite thing was to play with your fingers during a conversation.

As you spilled your heart to her about how you have always been afraid of the dark, you could not help but notice how gorgeous she looked under the UV lighting. She has always been beautiful, but this sight was something else. The lighting made her outfit and eyes glow with a subtle shimmer. She looked as if she just came out of a movie.

Her eyes held nothing but love as you gazed into them, blue eyes staring back at your own. She giggled as she looked at your dazed state. "Everything okay, honeypie?" She asked. You hummed, leaning up to give her a kiss. "Yup. Just admiring how beautiful you look under this light,"

She squeaked. Chica has never been the one to take compliments easily; it always made her flustered and shy. "T-thank you.." She replies quietly. You almost laughed at her but held it back. She just helped you through a panic attack and laughing at her would seem mean, even if she was not your girlfriend.

Oh, fuck it.

You did let out a giggle.. Which then turned into a full-blown laugh. Chica looks confused, a squawk reaching your ears. "I'm sorry, you're just adorable when you get flustered.." You heaved out between giggles. She huffed and looked away, "Not funny!" She ignored you for a moment before laughing as well, turning back to face you. She smiled, relieved to see you much happier - Even if it came at the expense of her being teased by you. Not that she minded, of course. The bird loved you more than anything, she would do anything for you.

Correction - She loved you more than anything, except for pizza. That savory dish still remains first in her heart. You swore one day you would get the number 1 spot, one day.

Chica continued to make jokes and played with your fingers as she talked about her day prior to you running into her room, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she described an interesting child she met in the afternoon. "Oh and did I tell you his name? It was-" She stopped herself, noticing that you had drifted off in her arms. She hums contentedly, pecking your forehead.

Knock, knock.

Chica snaps to her side, eyes darting to the glass panel of a 'wall'. On the other side, stood Moon. His faceplate spins in amusement, "Are they asleep?" Chica nods. Moon gives a thumbs up and skips away to the other green rooms, the sound of bells fading into the distance.

Chica gasps as something clicks in her head. Oh! That was what you heard, the sound that terrified you. Turns out, it was just Moon doing his bi-hourly night patrols.

Sun/Moon (He/They)

- 1723 words

Sun's hands are shaking as he held yours. "Sunshine, I think you should go hide.. Moony is about to come out, the lights will power off in a few minutes.." You knew that he's afraid. But, so are you. Your voice cracks as you talk to your boyfriend, "Sunny, I think that you should know that I'm afraid of the dark; just like you."

Sun's faceplate spins as he guides you to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. "I know, sunshine. It takes one to know another," His words are nothing but comforting. The shared fear between you and him made you feel better, albeit your reason for being afraid is different from his.

"I trust you, Sunny. I think it's time that I finally overcome that fear, tonight." You tried to be strong in front of him, though you knew he could see right through your tough words. Sun runs his thumbs back and forth on your hand, a comforting tactic for both of you. "Are you sure?" He asked. Sun was nervous. It was the first time you would meet Moon, and after hearing about how he has gotten aggressive in the past, you were not looking forward to it.

But, you had this gut feeling that everything would turn out alright. You trusted your boyfriend, and you knew that part of loving him is that you would have to accept his counterpart, Moon. Moon was his mirror image, a 2-in-1 package deal. You cannot love one without loving the other.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yes, baby. I trust you, which means I'll have to trust Moon too." Sun as nervous as he was, he was definitely overjoyed upon hearing that you were going to give Moon a chance. He felt selfish for 'keeping' you to himself, away from the only other being he trusted with all his heart. Sun and Moon knew each other inside out, right until Moon started displaying aggressiveness. If he could, he would have kept you all to himself, under the premise of keeping your safety top priority, until he could get Moon's issues resolved.

He knew doing so was wrong. Though Sun was your partner, he knew you were your own person. You could make your own decisions by yourself. He could only support you. He only hoped that you would remain unscathed from your time with his mirror image.

"You're so strong sunshine, choosing to face your fear tonight! I'll be right here with you, even if you can't see me!" He perks up and swings you around in his arms. "Yesyesyesyes! You're so strong, sunlight!" He said. You knew this game he was playing; he was trying to distract you from feeling fear. Though the unsettling pit bubbled in your stomach and you felt a lump in your throat, you swallowed down your tears and smiled back at him. "Thank you for always being so supportive, Sunny." You placed a soft kiss on his cheek just you heard the generators let out the sound you dreaded. You watched as Sun's face faded from view, his smile blending into the darkness.

"I'm proud of you!" Is the last thing you hear from him before his hold on you tightens, squeezing you for dear life. He lets out a few pained groans and pants. It hurts you to hear him react in such a way, the bright eyed and bubbly animatronic was showing a side of him that only few people knew about. Your heart clenches, wanting to comfort him but you knew it was dangerous to disturb him as he transformed into Moon.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your heart beating loudly in your ears as a soft lullaby tune reaches you. Sun's hands suddenly feels much more colder than his usually warm ones.

A chuckle emits from the animatronic in front of you. "Oh my, who do we have here?" The voice is rough, raspy and downright terrifying. It sounded like the complete opposite of Sun's. Your eyes shot open, widening at the sight of bright red eyes staring back into your own.

The animatronic tilts its head to the right as its faceplate spins in amusement, "Are you (Y/N)? Sun's sunshine?" You nodded slowly. You could feel all hairs on your body stand straight, goosebumps rippling your skin. The animatronic lifts one of your hands to its faceplate for a 'kiss' (You shivered as more of the cold metal came into contact with your skin). "I'm glad to finally meet you, starlight. I'm Moon; I'm sure our Sunny-boy would have talked to you about me already." He says.

"N-nice to meet you too.." You finally managed to get out after a moment of silence, internally cringing slightly at your stutter. Moon hums, running his thumb across the back of your hands, just as how Sun does. The gesture was comforting in its odd way.

"Sun mentioned that you have a fear of the dark?" He asks. You could only let out a sound of agreement. It was frightening to have an animatronic practically twice your height talk to you in the dark, where you already felt extremely on edge. Not to mention that said animatronic had aggressiveness, their issues yet to be resolved permanently.

Moon tugs on your hands, guiding you with him towards the nap room of the Daycare. "Adorable humans like you should not be awake at this time," He says softly. His red eyes acted as a 'nightlight' of sorts, lighting up your line of vision for a meter or two. He brings you to the largest beanbag in the room and placed some plushies on the floor next to you as he settles down. He pats on the beanbag, gesturing of you to sit on it.

You reluctantly followed his silent instructions. You were still on edge and grabbed the nearest plushie. Lucky for you, it was a plushie of the very animatronic that sat next to you. Moon lets out a small laugh, his voicebox sputtering and wheezing. It was much different from Sun's joyful cackles. You liked the soft creaks and mechanical whirs that you could hear with every movement Moon made. Yet as different as him and Sun were, you could not help but feel.. Oddly comforted with Moon's presence.

Moon provided a sense of calm and tranquility in the dark, while Sun provided joy and excitement in the light.

Moon moves a hand to run it through your hair, massaging gently on your scalp. "You're doing so good for facing your fears," He hums. The lullaby tune emitting from him increases in volume slightly. He pushes you backwards so that you laid on the beanbag and slung your legs onto his lap. As much fun he was having in your presence, he knew you were too terrified to do anything. It seemed that he would have to get you used to him first.

Your heart swells from his praise. It truly was taking a toll on you for facing a fear, even if fearing the dark seemed childish for many. It was still a fear. You felt the exhaustion creeping up on you, threatening to pull down on your eyelids and drag you to dreamland.

Moon watches in content, he knew you were already drifting off. He could see it from the way your grip on the plushie of him loosened, from the way your breathing evened out and in the way your heartbeat calmed down to a normal pace. He pushes a stray hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears, placing his faceplate on your face.

He feels the warm breath fanning from your exhales on his face, warming up his cold exterior. He chuckles softly, not wanting to accidentally wake you up. He looks at your face, studying every single detail; from your hairline, to your eyelashes, to the tip of your nose, to the very bottom of your chin.

"I thought Sunny-boy was playing a joke on me when they said that you were attractive, (Y/N).. But, it seems that there is more to just your gorgeous face.." He whispers to you, despite it falling on deaf ears. He leans down again, bumping his oddly placed nose onto yours, "I'm proud of you for facing your fears. You did well. You'll never have to be alone in the dark again, because I will be with you."

You stirred slightly in your sleep, moving your face upwards. Your lips accidentally connected with Moon's, causing him to immediately jolt and stumble back. He hears the fans beginning to whir within him, a sign that he was overheating. He huffed to himself, "Stupid starlight.." Yet, he could not ignore the joy he felt as he put a hand to his lips. He could still feel your touch lingering on him. Settling back on your side, he keeps watch in case for any danger.

As he acted as a guard while you slept, Moon could not help but to repeat the scenario again and again in his mind, right until the lights turned back on.

Sun stretched, spinning his faceplate happily. Sometimes, he and Moon happened to share memories during the transformation. One memory that Moon will certainly not forget happened to reach Sun.

Sun gasps as he watched Moon's memory. "Oh nonononono! What a mess! What will sunshine think?!" He chatters worriedly to himself. His eyes snap to you. You were still quietly dozing on the beanbag, the Moon plushie sat loosely in your arms.

You looked so beautiful in his eyes, even more so when you were asleep. Sun knew you also had your fair share of anxiety just like he did, so to see you peacefully asleep with no troubles in sight, made him relieved. Sun places a kiss on your forehead before laying down himself next to you. He places his head on your chest, delighted as you instinctively take him into your arms despite being asleep.

He purrs in content, feeling calm and serene just as you did before dozing off in Moon's presence. Sun looks at your face once more, rubbing your cheek affectionately, then goes into power-saving mode; it was enough for him to doze off like a human, yet be awake and alert, should anyone call for him.

Sun + Moon (Separated, He/Him for both)

-1429 words Song used: La Da Dee by Cody Simpson

You yawned, stretching your arms. It was the dead of the night and you were currently doing handicrafts with Sun. Your warm boyfriend had boundless energy, bouncing about the Daycare despite it being an ungodly hour to be awake. Though you were quite the insomniac, you were starting to get tired.

In the chair next to you, sat your other boyfriend. Moon was already dozing off in his chair, slumped over the art supplies that Sun had provided. You were sometimes jealous of the nighttime animatronic and his ability to easily fall asleep practically anywhere.

Sun looked away from his work and at you, "Are you sleepy, baby?" You frowned and shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, Sunny!" You said to him, though you felt like you were trying to convince yourself as well. Sun tutted and let go of the marker he was holding.

He stood up, pushing himself off the comical, child-sized chair he had managed to squeeze himself onto and sauntered to you. He picked you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. "Sun!" You shouted and kicked at him, but to no avail. He was literally made of metal, it was going to take more than that to hurt him.

Moon sat up groggily, looking at his partner and mirror image oddly. "What are you doing to (Y/N)?" He asks after yawning. Sun clapped his hands, "Our sunshine is sleepy! Yesyesyesyes, it is the perfect time for a proper sleepover~!"

"No! No sleepovers! I told you that I'm fine!" You yelled. You tried to twist and turn to get out of Sun's grasp, but to no avail.

Moon hummed, seemingly 'thinking' about Sun's idea. You glared at Moon, mouthing at him to tell Sun to let you down. Moon glanced at you, mischief twinkling in those red eyes of his. "Oh, what a good idea, Sunny.." He replied. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You kicked your legs again in protest, "Damn you, Moon!" Moon only chuckled as he watched Sun squeal in excitement, skipping away with you over his shoulder towards their shared bedroom. Moon sighed, glancing at the messy table left behind. "Clean up.. Clean up.." He muttered to himself. Moon put away the art supplies and picked up the drawings you and Sun left behind before jumping upwards, landing gracefully on the balcony pad of their room.

He was greeted with a sight for sore eyes.

Sun has already wrapped you under a blanket, rolling you snugly so that you appeared like you were contents of a burrito. You groaned under the blanket, obviously grumpy. "Sun! I told you that I'm not tired yet!" You protested. As grumpy as you were, you were adorable to both of the animatronics. Angry cinnamon roll, was what you were. They wanted to do nothing but protect you.

You tried to escape the burrito roll of a blanket but Sun held the ends tightly with ease so that you could not escape. Sun pulled you, his grumpy burrito of a partner, onto his lap and cuddled you happily, ignoring your sounds of anger. Moon chuckled and placed the drawings on a spare table, moving closer to you and Sun.

"(Y/N), why must you be so stubborn? You're always falling asleep in the day, we are trying to help you fix your sleep schedule.." Moon tutted. Sun perked up upon seeing his mirror image, "Moony! Doesn't our sunshine look so adorable like this? Don't they? Don't they?" Moon hummed in agreement as he joined in the cuddle, content with the warmth you and Sun were providing. Like a little kid, Sun squealed. "Moony, you're so cold!"

The sound of the generators powering down caused you to jolt. You began shivering immensely under the blanket, despite it being warm and comfortable. "Sunshine?" Sun called, his face coming into view. Through the pitch-black room, Sun emitted a soft, orange glow. He looked like a nightlight, literally. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your quiet sobs escaping.

Sun hummed comfortingly, rubbing your back. "Why are you crying, baby?" Moon sat still. Shocked was not the right word to describe the way he felt. Surprised was more fitting. He was surprised to see you, someone he saw as fearless, shivering and sobbing right in front of him.

What were you so afraid of? You rarely cried in front of them, you thought it made you appear weak in front of them.

Everything was okay just a minute ago, when the lights were on- oh. It clicked in Moon's head.

"Darling... Are you afraid of the dark?" He asked. Sun laughed at his mirror image, "Moony, don't say such things like that! Our (Y/N) is as fearless as they can be-"

"Yes.." Your soft reply interrupted Sun. The bright animatronic let out a 'Huh?' before the puzzle pieces came together in his head. "OOOOH! That's why you always refused a sleepover!" He exclaimed.

Your nod was all the response they needed. You pulled yourself away from Sun's shoulder to look at Moon. Just like Sun, he shone softly like a nightlight, a calming silver shine to him. Sun yanks you into his arms again, now cradling you like a little baby. "Our sweet sunshine, afraid of the dark... It's okay!" He happily sang. You grumbled, "It's not funny!"

"Sunny, stop babying them." Moon scolded lightly. Sun pouted and released you onto the mattress. You sighed in content, finally free from Sun's clutches-

Moon yanked you downwards, causing you to fall onto the mattress with a thump. You made a sound of protest, only to be shushed by the animatronic. He pulled off his nightcap (Who knew he could take it off?) and placed it gently over your head. "It's time to sleep, my star. Sunny and I will be right here with you." He whispers. Something caught your eye. As you looked up, you noticed the small glow-in-the-dark stickers in the shape of stars littered the ceiling. You felt the mattress dip on your sides, both the animatronics settling to lay down as well.

"Do you like it? I had the inkling that you had nyctophobia and thought these would be useful," Moon's voice distracted you from the stars. You smiled, reaching out to rub his cheek affectionately. "I love it, babe. Thank you." Moon purrs happily under your touch, his faceplate spinning in content.

Sun wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer to you. "What about mEeE~?" He warbles. You giggled and rubbed one of his sun-rays with your other hand. "You too, Sunny. Thank you."

Moon begins to sing, his voice a deep yet gentle resonating sound that you always loved. Though you've often heard him sing during the nap-times in the daytime, this song he was singing was an new song, an entirely new experience.

La da dee La da dee doo La da dee me La da dee you La da dee La da dee doo There's only me There's only you

You swayed your head along to the tune, happily enjoying his performance. It was beautiful. Though Sun trusted you early on in your friendship with him, it took quite a while to gain Moon's trust. It was rare for Moon to show a side of him like this - where he was completely at peace and did what he wished. You were glad he felt comfortable enough to act as such around you.

As he continued to sing, you could not help but feel dazed, the temptation to sleep was growing stronger with each word your boyfriend sung.

La da dee La da dee doo La da dee me La da dee you La da dee La da dee doo When you are gone I think of you

Moon glances at you after finishing his song, satisfied that you had finally given in and drifted off. He glances at his mirror image, only to notice that Sun had entered power conservation mode; an animatronic's version of snoozing. Sun's arms were wrapped snugly around your waist, his face buried to your back. Moon checked the clock, 2:45AM. The lights were to turn on soon.

You looked so peaceful in your sleep, it was hard for Moon not to just take you into his arms and cuddle for all eternity. He settles back on your side, placing your head gently on his chest as he listened to your even breaths that lulled him into power conservation mode.

At least he knew how to put you to sleep now.

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