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i loved your fanfic of Levi with the lipstick marks on his face! can I request a version of that fluff for gojo x fem!reader? i’m sure his students would have a lot to say hehe

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gojo satoru x fem!reader warnings: none :) an: your wish is my command~ i hope you like it!

The morning sun hadn’t even finished climbing over the skyline, and yet Gojo Satoru was already up and looking...presentable.

Standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror, he tilted his head left and right, admiring himself from all angles while trying (poorly) to straighten his blindfold.

“You know,” you said, leaning in the doorway with your arms crossed, “for someone who claims he doesn’t care what people think, you spend an awful lot of time doing your hair.”

Gojo grinned through the mirror. “I’m a man of contradictions.”

“You realize your blindfold is inside out, right?”

“…No it’s not.”

“It is. The tag’s sticking out.”

“Fashion is subjective,” he mumbled, fumbling to fix it while pretending he meant to do that.

You stepped forward, tugging his collar back into place. “You’re a man of chaos.”

He leaned in instantly, lips brushing your cheek. “A sexy, lovable chaos.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Debatable.”

He gasped. “Cruel.”

“I’m making sure you don’t show up to work looking like a tornado.” You flicked some lint off his jacket.

You stepped in, arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned your chin on his shoulder. “You’ve got the first years today, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Good luck. They were already chaotic before they got mentored by you.”

Gojo grinned. “They’re thriving under my guidance.”

“They’re feral.”

He turned slightly to face you. “You love me anyway.”

“Mhm. Do I?”

“Rude,” he pouted.

You kissed him softly on the cheek in apology. “Better?”

“You missed,” he said, tilting his head like he was telling you where to kiss him.

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Still missed.”

You trailed kisses down his jawline, then one just under his ear.

“Okay, okay,” Gojo laughed, flustered but not stopping you. “You’re clingier than usual—what are you trying to do?”

“Nothingggg,” you hummed, carefully planting another kiss just under his jawline, leaving behind a perfect, unmistakable lipstick print. “Just giving you a proper goodbye.”

“Sure,” he said, suspicious. “You never act this affectionate without a reason.”

You rolled your eyes, “There. Properly blessed. Now go teach those unhinged teenagers before they accidentally curse the vending machine again.”

Gojo adjusted his collar with a satisfied little hum, completely oblivious to the bouquet of lipstick marks you’d left all over his ridiculously kissable skin.

You gave him one last, feather-light kiss at the corner of his mouth and patted his chest. “Goodbye, Satoru.”

He adjusted his blindfold again, grabbed a stick of gum, and strolled out the door.

And he didn’t check the mirror again before he left.

Big mistake.

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Yuji was mid-doughnut when he saw it.

He squinted, chewed slowly, then elbowed Megumi so hard he nearly dropped his coffee.

Yuji pointed, wide-eyed. “Look. Look at his face.”

Nobara turned, eyes narrowing as Gojo approached them with his usual swagger. “What about his—OH MY GOD.”

“I see it now,” Megumi muttered, horrified.

Gojo was gliding across the courtyard with all the effortless grace of a man untouched by stress, shame, or common sense. His jacket puffed dramatically. His blindfold was, miraculously, right-side out. His smile was bright.

And his face?

Covered in lipstick.

“Dude,” Yuji whispered. “Is that—?”

“Lipstick,” Nobara confirmed. “That’s lipstick. That’s three separate kiss marks.”

Gojo stopped in front of them, hands in his pockets, grinning like a man without a care in the world. “Morning, my adorable little demons!”

“Uh,” Yuji said. “Morning?”

Megumi refused to look him in the eye. “Do you—uh, do you know… you’ve got something on your face?”

Gojo raised a brow under the blindfold. “I always have something on my face, Fushiguro. It’s called beauty.”

“Not that,” Nobara said slowly. “Something else. Like… left by someone else.”

Megumi just sighed, “Do you not own a mirror?”

Gojo tilted his head. “I do. I just don’t worship at it.”

“Okay, Gandhi,” Nobara said. “You’ve got a full crime scene on your face.”

Gojo blinked. “Pardon?”

Nobara whipped out her phone and held up the selfie cam. “Behold.”

Gojo leaned in.

Then paused.

Then leaned back very slowly, and shrugged.

“Nice.”

“Nice?!” Megumi snapped. “You’re teaching a class looking like you just walked out of a romantic comedy!”

“I’m making history,” Gojo said. “This is what peak performance looks like.”

Yuji was buzzing with excitement. “So wait—wait. Is this confirmation that you’re dating someone?!”

Nobara clapped. “Oh my god, is it her? The hot woman who dropped off lunch for you last week? The one in the heels and red lipstick?”

Gojo chuckled. “Maaaaybe.”

“She’s so cool,” Yuji said dreamily. “She even said hi to me.”

“She winked at me,” Nobara added. “I blacked out for like three seconds.”

Megumi looked like he wanted to walk into traffic.

“But like—when did this happen?” Yuji asked. “You never date anyone. You just flirt with vending machines and disappear!”

Gojo placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “I’ll have you know I’m a very devoted boyfriend.”

“You’re wearing literal evidence of devotion on your face right now,” Nobara said dryly. “You didn’t even wipe it off.”

“I think he wanted us to see it,” Megumi muttered.

“Are you kidding?” Nobara laughed. “He’s been glowing like a smug, sexy lighthouse all morning.”

“Alright, alright,” Gojo said, waving them off. “Yes, I’m seeing someone. Yes, I’m in love. Yes, she kisses me goodbye like she’s sending me off to war. No, I will not be giving further interviews at this time.”

Yuji gasped. “You’re in love?!”

Gojo only smiled, pushing up his blindfold slightly to reveal a wink.

Megumi sighed into his hands.

And Gojo just walked off toward the faculty building, lipstick still bold on his cheek, humming a love song.

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"We Were Never Meant To Intertwine."

ex!satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

sypnosis ! gojo and reader are ex high school sweethearts. Gojo is the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, and you're just.. you.

contains ! yearning. gojo lowk being ignorant. feeling a bit one-sided. unspecified cursed energy for sorcerer, written as if you were in the same class as gojo but lowk you could also be a student from the sister location.

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To close classmates, it made sense that you were dating Gojo. Every mission assigned together turned into a date. Every arm tug, hand hold, playful shove, and teasing shoulder clutch could never go unnoticed.

But to outsiders, it felt kind of odd seeing a special grade sorcerer with a sorcerer who was barely a grade one.

After the Toji Fushiguro incident, his fame and popularity skyrocketed as the upcoming greatest sorcerer in modern history.

He didn't want to leave you in the dust, but missions would come in quick and they needed to be done immediately. There was no time for a heads up or a hand of invitation. It was almost like you were a liability.

He never failed to show up at your dorm immediately after missions. He would lie in your bed, simply tired even if what he was doing wasn't heavy work to him. He wished he could just take on the small useless curses like you do. Your chest kinda ached to think that he saw your misions as child's play, but you never voiced that after his own hard day. He is Satoru Gojo after all.

But he still very much loved you. You knew that. His favorite souvenir for you would be a little bell trinket with a little cat charm on the end. Regrettably, you still kept every single one of them in a small box somewhere in your apartment.

What turned into loving evenings walking around the city while feeding each other food instead turned into Satoru ranting and raving about the high council and how they're always on his ass about building upon his cursed energy.

Anamored, long looks as your head was sunken into your palm while he spoke only turned into you solemnly folding your hands on the table while quietly nodding to what he had to say: Work. Exorcising cursed spirits. High council. Cursed energy. Sixth sense. Limitless.

He was the strongest. There is genuinely no doubt about that. You watched helplessly as your quirky, careless, cocky boyfriend turn into nothing but a weapon. Sure, he was still him, and he still acted like Satoru. But was he really your Satoru?

You knew it wasn't his fault. He didn't choose to be blessed with such powerful cursed energy. He wasn't going out of his way to ask for more missions. It was a matter of inconvenience. Enough inconveniences made you lose sight of what love you had for him.

He never asked about your day— hell, he sees your days as light work. He probably just got back from exorcising a curse that's half the size of the dormitory building. His playful nature didn't know how to quit at times. When you mentioned the small, bat-like curses you had to exorcise, he couldn't help but scoff. It was getting intolerable.

When friends ask how you two broke up, you both say it was mutual and it was the for the best as jujutsu sorcerers. Satoru was out to do amazing and grand things for the sorcerers of Japan. You just.. Happened to be in that crowd of people. Nothing super or unique. You were just a sorcerer, nothing more.

You never cared for having a strong, talented man in your grasps. He was never your brag to make, or your trophy to flaunt. Only your heart longed for was those nights where you would stare at each other in bed, tucked into a blanket or two. He'd brush your hair out of your face with the softest smile only dreams could conjure. You missed him. You really did.

After graduation, there was never an attempt of keeping contact. Things just drifted apart naturally. Satoru stayed at the Tokyo location while you explored the world on your own before settling down into an occupation that allowed you live comfortably.

Sometimes you’d call Shoko and ask how things been. She was your only grounding connection to the high school. Nanami had left and Geto went missing. You two would laugh about old times, recalling fond memories in that small classroom. Though there were the times Shoko would notice those longing pauses when Gojo was mentioned. You’d only smile while staring off, losing yourself in your own yearning mind. She never questioned it.

Because the truth was sometimes she would find Satoru in the old classroom, sitting at his former desk while staring at yours. His lips would be flat and his blindfold made his expression unreadable. In some achingly lonely moments, he’d talk to himself alone in that room. He’d question if he either chose this path in life, or was he coerced into it without even realizing. The one person who saw through those snarky quips and unfathomable powers was you, and yet you hadn’t talk to each other in years.

He thought he accepted it long ago that what’s done was done. You both just had different paths in life, and there was no realistic possibility that it would work out. So why was he staring at your desk? Why could he still remember the creases near your lips while you laugh? And why did he still buy those stupid bell charms in hopes that one day, you’d come back and hook them around your finger one last time.

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a / n - i long for emotionally conflicted gojo and struggling to be normal teenager because he was forced into work at such a young age. mayb ill do a fic where they meet again for the first time.

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"What? Didn't think I'd notice?"

Featuring ! Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro.

Containing ! you decide to walk by your husband / bf unexpectingly to see if they'd notice. Very fluffy oneshots. Maybe a little ooc? Lmk bc I wanna be as accurate as possible 😝

SATORU GOJO

It would be impossible for Satoru not to notice you. He may be in the center of the city with thousands of regular civilians surrounding him, but he could sense you before you could even walk by.

He doubted his abilities for barely a millisecond as you brushed past him in the midst of a crosswalk, still he whipped around with the biggest grin on his face. He saw the siloutte of your hair, and near sparkles glimmered in his eyes.

“BABYYY!” He would exclaim, immediately tailing you as you giggled. He barely batted an eye towards the side eyes of onlookers. “What are you doing here?! Aw, did you miss me that badly?” He playfully remarked, wrapping an arm around you. You scoffed, shimmering out of his grasp.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just wanted to prank you.” You said, rolling his eyes.

“Nah ah— you missed me. Oh—!” He held up a small pink bag, shaking it front of you. “I actually bought you something! I was gonna stop by your place before heading to class, but I guess this is a more convenient way to be late.” He rambled on. “Have you eaten breakfast yet? I’m starving. How ‘bout we—!”

You might as well be walking around with a big fluffy bow on your head because Satoru basically saw you as a surprise gift.

SUGURU GETO

You were a little disappointed when you walked past Suguru. You would assume that he would immediately turn around, smiling that signature look, but alas, he walked by you not even sparing a glance. You decided to just cut your loss and head inside the nearest cafe. You figured maybe you could just call him to come over and just spend the evening there.

What you didn’t notice though was the looming figure behind you as you opened the glass door following you to your self-assigned table. As you slid into the empty booth, your palms felt the weight shift in the cushioning, causing you to jump back into the window. You looked up only to be met with the shocked yet amused face of Suguru.

“Holy sh— Suguru!” You exclaimed, clutching your chest to calm your racing heart. He chuckled as he properly adjusted himself in his seat.

“What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice, darling? You know you shouldn’t doubt me.” He smiled, tilting his head to the side. “May I ask what brought you here in the middle of the city?”

“Tch, I was trying to surprise you.” You huffed defeatedly, realizing that Suguru definitely won the shock factor of this prank.

“Maybe next time.” He hummed. “C’mon, let me get you something to eat at least.” He offered, wrapping an arm around you as he took a look at the menu.

KENTO NANAMI

Nanami knew better not to go about the city during rush hours— which rendered a problem for you if you wanted to pull off this prank. You knew his work schedule well enough. He liked to get out at exactly 6 PM for the train that would leave at 7 PM, so he would be roughly at home by 7:30 PM. You were, if anything, perplexed when it was around half past six and he was nowhere found from the root of the train station to his work place. If anything, it make you extremely nervous. You fidgeted with your ring, almost frantically scanning crowds in search of your husband.

“Ah— honey?”

You looked up to meet the familiar shining glare of his glasses. He had just walked out of a convenience store, clutching two bags— one on either hand.

“Ken— oh jeez! You scared me!” You exclaimed. The confused furrow to his eyebrows tightened.

“Scared? You’re the one that should be at home. Is everything okay?” He asked. The two of you had began walking towards the direction of the train station.

“No, no, everything is fine. I was just going to play a prank on you and it sorta backfired..” You sighed, huffing a little through your nostrils. “Why were you at the store? I thought we were going shopping tomorrow.” You questioned, seeing as how this little shopping mishap disrupted his usual schedule.

“Oh—” Nanami raised up one of the bags. “I was looking for those snacks you were talking about this morning. The store next to the offices didn’t have them, so I had to go to others.”

In that moment, you were reminded on why you had married that man.

YUJI ITADORI

It actually took him a few times for him to notice you. Nobara and Megumi were in on the prank. It was hysterical at first. Nobara clasped her hand around her mouth to contain her laughing as Megumi silently recorded on his phone. Yuji was rambling about who knows what with his hands occupied with Nobara’s bags per usual. You had walked past the trio through a crosswalk, yet his eyes had wandered up the sky in thought as he spoke.

You had followed them to the mall and the group wandered into a small shop that was reselling old movie discs. You conveniently stood behind the shelves he was checking out. He was skimming through the titles, letting his finger drag against the spines. Your eyes followed his before he finally pulled out a case. You smiled, expecting that he would finally notice you, only for him to swiftly turn around to showcase the find to Megumi. Nobara only sighed dissapointingly through the shelves as she witnessed the event unfold.

The third time was a point of giving up and just being straight forward. You love your boyfriend, you really do, but this level of oblviousness made you wonder if his teacher wasn’t training him enough. The three sorcerers had boarded the escalator. Before then, Nobara briefly texted you to head down to the lower level so that you could catch his eye on the escalator. Once you saw that they were descending down, you stepped on the revolving stairs, escalating up. Yuji was casually scrolling through his phone when you had grazed his knuckles gripped on the railing. He immediately shot up, flinching his hand back before his eyes widened.

“BABE!” Yuji called out, desperately looking up at you as he was still on his descent down. You chuckled, satisfied at such a reaction as you watch him frantically shove Nobara’s bags into Megumi’s hands before hurriedly rushing down the stairs. He boarded the escalator up, squeezing past innocent bystanders before embracing you in a back hug.

“Took you long enough!” You laughed, stepping off the escalator. “I was following you guys all day!”

“Really?” Yuji said, sounding confused. “Well, I was thinking about you all day. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t noticed.” He hummed before burying himself into your neck. “Guess dreams do come true!”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi didn’t need any special abilities to be aware of his surroundings. All he needed was the static noise of his two classmates bickering about whatever and sealed lips. He had his arms crossed as his eyes wandered around the scene. He took note of the pedestrians, noticing those who were either here for work or recreational purposes. His eyes stopped ther examination process when they locked onto you— slouched with one shoulder casually against a pillar. The ghost of a mischevious grin plastered your face as you stared up at him, briefly snapping a picture of his bewildered expression in the midst of a crowd.

He blinked once, then twice. And yet, your figured still hadn’t disappeared. With a content sigh, he glanced at his classmates once again before weaving past bystanders to make his way towards you. Your smile grew wide as you stood up properly, ready to embrace your boyfriend. His speed picked up when the space was finally clear to approach you and take you into his arms. He held you tightly briefly as he dragged you behind the pillar, clear from Yuji and Nobara’s sights.

“Been tired all day.” he grumbled into your hair. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I can tell from a street away.” You joked, chuckling into him.

“I could call us a cab and we can head back to my dorm.” He offered, slightly pulling away to look at you. You were a little surprised he wasn’t questioning you much on your sudden appearance. If anything, he looked at you like you were free tickets to a luxury resort. You pecked him on the cheek before nodding.

“that sounds good, sweetheart.” You grinned.

By the time Yuji and Nobara had finished their petty argument, they caught glimpse of Megumi getting into a cab and driving off.

“What the—?! Fushiguro!” Yuji exclaimed as if the cab would magically turn around.

“Don’t bother.” Nobara stated before showing her phone to Yuji. His eyes squinted as he was met by a blurry photo of you leaning on Megumi’s shoulder sent in the group chat.

The following message wrote: “AHH YUJI I STOLE YOUR BSF!!!”

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a/n ~ tysm for reading <33 reblogs and likes are super duper appreciated :0

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Katsuki Bakugo x Class Rival!Reader

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A / N! hi! been a long time since I've posted. guess who got into mha over summer break.... ANYWAY! i present this. hope u enjoy ;)) as much as i love fluff katsuki I've been craving some.. friendly banter?

CONTAINS! reader's introduction to class 1-A, friendly rivalry, powerful quirk reader (but not specified), (year 1) bakugo is jealoussss

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being the new student in class 1-A

when you were first introduced to the class, most people assumed you were pretty typical. not too powerful, but well enough to be at UA.

its safe to say you were underestimated-- whether it be because of your optimistic introduction to the class or that cheerful smile on your face as you took a scan of your new fellow classmates.

that day's training was quirk sparring. for safety, Aizawa assumed it was best to pair you with Kirishima first-- a man who can prioritize defense just in case things are too much, but also knows when its best to take it easy for the sake of the other player.

the class was STUNNED as Kirishima thudded to the ground with a defeated sigh. you brawled with four other students before Aizawa made the bold choice to pair you with Bakugo.

both of you were bruised and panting, but there was a devilish grin on your face bakugo seemed to struggle to get rid of. it felt taunting. humiliating. because no matter how many charged attacks he launched at you, he just couldn't wipe it off.

it was a choice of curiosity. everyone stood back in anticipating awe and entertainment seeing the two of you on the field together, fighting positions in stance.

dust flew up and so did fists. explosions mixed with your quirk made it difficult to see the pale blue skies.

the sparring was forced to an end by Aizawa after seeing how beaten up the two of you were. Bakugo had to be restrained by his scarf when he refused for the battle to end.

You couldn't help but smile mockingly at him. You thought his ego was too big for his own stiff head.

in turn, sparked the firey rivalry between you and Katsuki Bakugo.

kinda short! did this on a whim. should i write a full oneshot? likes and reblogs are so appreciated! thank you so much for reading <3

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The absolute guilt of indulging in wilbur soot and siren self insert fanfics but literally I just miss the idea of him so bad

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I'm getting good responses to this I might just make it :3

perfect, straight A, all-around reader having a breakdown and smashing shit ends up being found in the junkyard by Rodrick Heffley (because he just goes there when he's bored)

Thoughts and opinions?

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perfect, straight A, all-around reader having a breakdown and smashing shit ends up being found in the junkyard by Rodrick Heffley (because he just goes there when he's bored)

Thoughts and opinions?

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"a long day at work." (MCD Scenarios)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ( MCD!characters) x (guard!reader)

sypnosis ; security has been intensified due to neighboring villages are in fear due the threat of O’Khasis, meaning that you haven’t been able to spend some alone time with your partner. But finally, you’ve been let out of work early, which means you have a night to your lover!

containing ; Laurence Zvhal, Garroth Ro’meave, Dante (for some reason I can't find his last name?!). Established relationship, immense fluff! Reader is referred as you/yours.

author’s note ; hello MCD side of tumblr! i decided to post this just as for fun and to let out my little obsession on MCD lately. Pardon me if some things sound out of character I haven’t watched the series since I was like.. Ten maybe?! and I’m currently rewatching s1. But anyway, hope you enjoy!

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LAURENCE

Despite you two being guards, you’ve been stationed on the other side of Phoenix Drop since he is one of the head guards that stands alongside Lord Aphmau. But finally, after what felt like so long, the two of you finally were able to see each other tonight. Laurence was home before you. Being such the romantic he is, he had dimly lit candles scattered along the house and a bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on the table, waiting for your arrival. He even stopped by Emmalyn’s library to pick out the new set of books she had purchased recently.

He was patiently sitting on the couch, undressed to a white long-sleeve cotton shirt and baggy pants. You came through the door, completely exhausted with your weapon slung over your shoulder. The sound of the door creaking was enough to make Laurence stand up immediately before grabbing the flowers from the table.

“There you are, my love..” He purred. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your body was enough for you to drop your weapon and to bury your face into his addicting scent. He pushed the door closed behind you before reluctantly pulling away to present you with his gift you didn’t even notice at first.

You couldn’t help the giant grin forming on your face as your hand rested upon his cheek. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” you smiled. You took ahold of the bouquet, admiring the selection. “I can see Cadenza helped you out tonight.” You chuckled, feeling the silk ribbon that tied the flowers’ stems together. A content huff blew through his nostrils as he buried himself into your palm.

“Hey.. Can a man not do his best for his loveliest?” He said, playfully rolling his eyes. He turned his face around to kiss the inner part of your palm. “I would’ve done more for you, you know that, but I figured that we should just have a night in bed together. Just you and me.” A comment like that was enough to send a flutter through your chest.

After a standstill of silent kisses and snuggles, the two of you finally headed upstairs to the bedroom to unwind for a night of comfort. You hung all your armor next to Laurence’s armor stand before joining him in bed. On your nightstand was a new collection of different novels from neighboring villages.

“I remember the last time we spoke, you said that you practically read every book from the library, but this morning I helped Brandon unload a crate of books Emmalyn had ordered, so I figured I’d pick some out for you.” Laurence smiled, his voice a bit lower now as he was relaxing into bed. You joined him on your side of the bed, letting the warm covers wrap around your legs. As you looked through the selection of three books, a warm tint deepened your complexion.

“You shouldn’t have..” You mumbled. “Hey! Did you ask Emmalyn for permission before taking these books? One of these books are all the way from Scaleswind!”

Laurence sat up before burying his face into your side, sighing. “Yes, your majesty.” He sarcastically replied. “She figured it as a kind gesture for all of the work we’ve been doing. Now shush up and read me a bedtime story!” He playfully remarked, sounding a bit like a child. Despite his snarky little attitude (that in all honestly, made you love him even more), you decided to start on the book from Scaleswind that way you could return it earlier than anticipated. With a candle illuminating the pages, you softly read to him. He laid down beside you, a protective arm wrapped around your waist, but at the same time cuddling you. Eventually, Laurence fell silent. You had assumed he fell asleep, so you decided to place a bookmark in between the pages before blowing out the candle next to you. You properly laid down next to him, burying yourself into his chest.

As your eyes fluttered close, you heard a soft voice call out your name.

“My love?” Laurence mumbled.

“Yes, Laurence?” You quietly replied, not wanting to break out of your exhausted-state.

“I love you.. After all these years, I never thought I’d be with the person of my dreams. Sleep well, my angel..”

With that, he fell right to sleep. Your heart skipped a beat as heat rushed to your face. Gently, you scoot up and brushed a tuff of hair from his face.

“I love you too..” You spoke barely above a whisper.

Maybe it was the dark playing tricks with you, but the corners of Laurence’s lips tugged into a gentle and content smile. <3

GARROTH

The guards of Phoenix Drop work hard, but there was not a single doubt that Garroth worked ten times harder. For most nights, you were the one that arrived home first. Despite your protests against your own exhaustion, you would fall asleep before he got home. You would only feel the shift of the bed in the middle of the night to signify that he had made it home safely, but again, before you could wake up, he was right back to work.

But thank Lady Irene herself, Garroth finally had a night off. Brian had offered to take the night shift from him, seeing at how exhausted Garroth seemed lately. Along with that, Dante also seemed to notice your exhaustion which is why he offered to take up your shift as well. Whether the two conspired with one another to finally give you two a day-off was a discussion for later.

Garroth was off of work first, and it felt abnormal. The moment he placed his sword into the racks and stepped out of the guards’ station, he felt a sense of emptiness. As he trailed himself back to his house, he thought of what he could do for you once you got home. He figured maybe a homemade dinner together would suffice. Though he had to admit, it’s been quite some time since he cooked a proper meal for himself, epecially for another. He stopped by the farms and local butcher for some groceries, and then arrived at his abode.

He decided on a simple meal— a steak with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes with a basket of freshly baked bread he picked up from Kawaii~Chan. The table had a white cloth decorating its surface with the basket in the middle, two plates on either side, and a candle to light up the scene. He was nearly finishing up frying your steak when you had walked in, your helmet by your hip.

“Garroth!” You exclaimed, a bit surprised. The excitement had woken you up from your tired state as you dropped your helmet onto the wood floor and hugged him tight.

“Good evening, my knight.” Garroth grinned eagerly, just as thrilled to see you. He ran an idle hand through your hair. “You’re just in time for dinner. Go get undressed and take a seat.” Not wanting to waste another second, you picked up your helmet and immediately placed your armor away, dressing down to some comfortable attire. By the time you headed back downstairs, Garroth had placed your steak on your plate and he had taken his seat.

“Garroth, this smells amazing.” You complimented, a bit amused. You had never seen Garroth cook a full meal before, in fact, you can’t recall ever seeing Garroth cook at all. Garroth chuckled, gesturing his hand to take a seat in front of him. You took your seat in front of him, admiring the dish before you. The steak looked juicy and cooked just the way you liked it. The vegetables were fresh and vibrant of color. Even the potatoes looked thoroughly mushed and creamy!

“Heh, yeah..” Garroth chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Back in O’Khasis, we still were taught how to cook despite having our own chefs. It was important to my father that we were skilled in even the most basic necessities. My mom just enjoyed spending time together though.” He smiled, thinking back on the fond memories.

You decided to finally dig in. One taste of that steak and it felt like the flavors were melting on your tongue. You squealed in excitement, not having something as delicious as the dish before you. “G-Garroth, this tastes amazing—! Even more than amazing, actually! I don’t even know how to describe it.” You cried. You could barely express your appreciation verbally as you savored and tasted every bite. Garroth’s face flushed in a bright red as the candle light illuminated his face.

“T-Thank you..” he stuttered. “I was nervous that maybe I had lost my skill after years, but I guess I still got it, yeah?” He joked. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his shyness. The two of you spent the rest of the night chowing down on such a gourmet dish, and telling each other the adventerous stories the two of you have been through, enjoying a perfect night together at last. <3

DANTE

Dante, being fresh out of training and this being his first real job as a guard, worked extremely hard and long hours to prove himself as a worthy knight. You fell in love with him the moment he walked into the village, but you didn’t realize how intensely he worked. Some nights after duty, he wasn’t able to say much other than to crash into bed. It’s not like you had any more energy than him. The paranoid feeling of invasion washed over you as you were constantly on guard duty, patrolling through the outskirts of Phoenix Drop.

One evening, despite Dante’s protests, Garroth had ordered Dante to take the night off. “Dante, you’re a profound knight despite your short-term experience. It’s time you take a break from all that work you’ve been doing.” The head guard assured, placing both palms on his shoulders. Dante was about to protest again, but his mind started to wander. He’s been doing all this work, and yet, he doesn’t recall having a night with you since he offered his love to you! Dante felt like a fool, and he knew that you’ve been hard at work as well. Dante sucked in air through his nostrils before sighing in defeat.

“You’re right, I.. I need to go.. Shoot, I need to go!” Without a word of explanation, he ran out of the guard tower, throwing his sword into the racks. Garroth stood, sort of frozen as he watched Dante run out the door. Laurence, who was snacking on a piece of bread, came downstairs and stood next to Garroth.

“Welp, there goes one our of guards. Might as well pull Dale out of retirement.” Laurence joked.

Dante, who was still dressed in full armor, bursted into Kawaii~Chan’s cafe, in search of desserts and treats. He practically threw diamonds at the poor girl, who, luckily, just finished prepping freshly baked goods for her shop. Dante grabbed the first basket he spotted and ran out the door, quickly shouting his gratitude.

He remained as discreet as possible, looking around the village hoping that you wouldn't see him off duty. The blue-haired knight knocked on Brandon's door, beckoning for help before running inside the two of you’s shared home. He grabbed a blanket, a lantern, and a spare bottle of wine he had bought from Logan a while ago.

The plan was to set up a date night on the beach. With Brandon's “expertise,” he was able to set up a lovely picnic by the the glistening shore. The red and white checkered blanket laid flat on the sand with the basket and wine in the middle, rose petals scattered around, and the grace of the moonlight completing the scene. After Brandon and him finished decorating, he told Brandon to tell Garroth to lay you off of tonight's duties in hopes that you would be present for tonight's surprise date. Dante sat eagerly by the shore, waiting upon your arrival.

You were running head-on to the docks in a panic with your sword handle tight in your fist. “Dante!” you cried. “I came as soon as I could! Is everything alri—?!” before you could finish, you met with his deep blue eyes and the moon’s light illuminating his figure. You paused in your tracks, both in awe and confusion. “Dante..?” you called out his name again. At this point, you weren't quite sure if you were awake.

“Hey...” He nervously chuckled. He stood up and walked towards you, leaving his footprints in the grainy sand. He offered his hand towards you, thankful he was still wearing his armor otherwise you feel his palm building up with sweat. You reluctantly took his hand before he lead you to the picnic. You gasped at the sight, not expecting such a romantic gesture on what felt like a typical night.

“Dante.. This is.. Oh my goodness..” The words couldn't muster up in your throat as you admired the scenery. The warm-colored lantern contrasted beautifully with the moon’s cool-blue light.

“I-I'm sorry if it was such short notice.. Garroth gave me the night-off and—” before Dante could continue with his anxious rambling, you shushed him with the biggest, more reassuring hug you could.

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing, Dante! Oh my Irene!” without another word, you took Dante’s hand and led him to the blanket, where the two of you sat comfortably. You two wasted no time blabbing the night away while chowing down on Kawaii~Chan’s delicious desserts.

As you rambled on about your knightly whereabouts, you noticed that Dante took a pause in eating and was staring deeply at you.

“Dante..?” you called out his name, tilting your head a little. Dante blinked before sitting up straight.

“Nothing.. I just.. You look gorgeous in the moonlight, love.” Dante softly admitted. A blush formed on your cheeks, and you couldn't help but look away.

“I-I could say the same for you..” you meekly replied. “Just— don't scare me like that again, okay!”

Dante stared back at you, a little clueless. “Scare you—?” it was as if a flick of lever, Dante realized what you were referring to. “Oh, Irene, what did Brandon do..” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Realizing that it wasn't Dante’s fault, you sighed and explained. “Well.. It wasn't just Brandon.” you admitted. “Laurence and Brandon ran up to me in a panic, exclaiming that O’Khasis had docked and I needed to be there immediately because you were hurt! I can see why I was foolish believing those two of all people.” you rolled your eyes as you trailed off.

Dante let out a deep sigh before scooting closer to you. “I'll be having a talk with them tomorrow.. For now, let's just enjoy this moment, just you and me, okay?” he gently assured, wrapping an arm around and rubbing your shoulder.

You couldn't help but agree, letting your eyes flutter close as the two of you listened to the calming waves of the sea. <3

A/N ~ thank you so much for reading! There's currently a hurricane in my area, so it was nice using this as a distraction :) I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, like, and even replies are super duper appreciated :3

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I SAW THIS REBLOG WHEN I WAS IN CLASS AND WAS GEEKING BUT MWA MWA I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED 😊😊

I need more of Francis Mosses x reader fluff tbh and I enjoy reading some of your works with him so here's my request: Reader is stressed about life, college or something of your choice and needed some comfort from him 🥺🤎 thank you in advance aaahshqhs 😭 (tbh I don't see much sfw works of Francis on this app, maybe I'm not searching enough?)

"rest a little-- for me at least.."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ francis mosses x student!stressed!reader

sypnosis ; reader and francis have been hard at work trying to achieve their ultimate goals for the future. but lately, reader has been burning themselves out, and its up to francis to help realize how tired reader is.

containing ; exhaustion, reader is a college student, francis works double shifts, francis and reader are high school sweethearts (in this au anastacha is not his daughter), francis is worried about reader, TOOTH ACHING FLUFF RAGH

author’s note ; eee thank u anon! also dw, i also experienced the same problem trying to find sfw for francis 😭😭 its lowkey the reason why i had to crawl out of my hiatus hole LOL but ya really hope u enjoy :]

04.15.24 | 1.4k words

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Five shots of espresso from the cafe across the block could not fix how fucking exhausted you were.

You and Francis have been together since your highschool days. You have always dreamed of going to college to become a forensic scientist to work in the police force for super interesting crimes— but holy shit— were you tired from the projects and the essays.

You haven’t seen Francis in a few days either, despite living in the same apartment. He’s been working shifts in the morning and night just to make ends meet while also saving up for a house that you two could buy together. It was exhausting, but it was all a part of the plan. You worked a little side job as well delivering papers early in the morning just as a quick cash grab, but that also meant you barely spent mornings with your boyfriend. It’s not like you guys had the time anyway. He had to work in the morning too, which made it all the more frustrating.

After finally reaching your apartment, you immediately kicked off your shoes and threw your bag to the nearest corner before flopping down on the couch. A loud groan rumbled from your throat, finally giving your exhaustion a voice. You looked up from the couch, too tired to even turn on the TV. From the corner of your eye though, you saw in the kitchen a pot on the stove with a bright yellow sticky note on the top of it. Out of curiosity, you lifted yourself from the cushions with all your strength before heading towards the kitchen.

You waddled over to the pot with a curious tilt to your head as read the sticky note:

You left for work before I could tell you, but I’m coming off my shift early today and I’m not working tonight. Here’s some lunch I prepared this morning. Love you honey, get some rest. -Fran

Your grin stretched from ear-to-ear as you opened the lid to be welcomed with the smell of fresh spaghetti and meatballs. You turned on the gas stove to heat up the food, and used a clean wooden spoon to stir the food gradually. As you did, you couldn’t help as yawns escaped your mouth. You thought about taking a nap after your meal, seeing as how later today you needed to take some notes for an upcoming exam.

Your need for success never gave you the permission to give yourself a break every once in a while. In fact, the only times you did take a break was when Francis was sick and he needed someone by his side to take care of him. Other than that, you were always academically focused. Every once in a while, Francis would voice his opinion, telling you that you shouldn’t be burning yourself out so fast, but it was your determination and your vision of a perfect future with him that fueled you. Was this safe for your own mental health? Absolutely not. But you were aware of the consequences, and you pushed yourself anyway.

You felt your body grow increasingly heavy. You quickly jolted your head up, not even realizing that your eyes were fluttered close and you had stopping moving your spoon for a few seconds. You shook yourself awake, quickly grabbing a plate and helping yourself to a serving. You made sure to turn off the stove as well before throwing the spoon in the sink and grabbing a clean metal fork to enjoy your meal. It was best to hurry on and sit down before you became a danger to yourself.

You placed your food down on the coffee table before curling up on the couch. Maybe some TV would wake me up, you thought to yourself. You picked up the TV remote and browsed through the channels, eventually settling on a random game show that was airing live. Feeling a bit more energized, you placed a pillow in your lap before resting your food on top of it.

After each bite you felt your eyelids getting heavy. Your body started slowly giving in, despite your protests. The host’s voice soon turned into muffles as you felt your head nod a little. Each time you felt yourself falling, you immediately jolted up, not wanting to succumb to your body’s need for rest. What you really needed to do was to finish those essays and projects, and to also greet your loving boyfriend once he comes back from work. Your mind started dragging along little plans on how you would be able to accomplish everything before sleeping, but without realizing, your eyes had fallen closed as you leaned back in the couch.

Francis came back home about an hour later, tired from his work. As he placed his work bag down, he barely realized that your bag was set in the corner as well. “(y/n)?” He began to call out, but as soon as he turned around, he noticed your sleeping figure on the couch curled up with your pillow and food next to you. “Oh, (y/n)..” he mumbled, smiling a little in amusement. Francis walked over you, noticing the running TV and the half-eaten food. He first turned off the TV, making sure to not make too much noise to wake you up. He took your plate as well and covered it with a napkin before storing it in the fridge. Once Francis made it back to the living room, he sighed in relief, noticing that you still haven’t woken up. He rolled up his sleeves before carefully sliding his arms under your body, being as gentle as possible as he carried you to the bedroom.

“Mm..” You mumbled, half asleep. “Franci..?” You croaked out, burying yourself into his chest.

“Mhm..” He hummed. “I found you asleep on the couch.. I’m just moving you to the bedroom if you don’t mind..” He chuckled a little. You groaned a little in response, tugging a little at his button-down uniform.

“No..” you protested. “I have work to do.. I have projects due soon..”

Francis laid you gently down onto the soft mattress. You sat up a bit, realizing that you were still in your casual formal clothes you wore for school. You looked over to Francis, who had changed out of his work clothes, but kept his undershirt on and threw on some pajama pants. “Franci, can you—”

“Here you go.” You looked up, not even realizing that he was already handing you your midnight clothes. His tired eyes gazed upon you, but even then, his eyes were dilated with genuine care. You smiled up at him before taking the clothes and changing on the bed, throwing your clothes in a corner.

You sighed a little as you straightened out your shorts, looking down with a wearied face. “You know I need to get back to work.” You quietly muttered. Francis looked at you with a frown as he stood over the bed.

“You can’t just keep working day and night.” He lectured softly. You scoffed a little before looking at him, only to immediately falter to his puppy-eyed look. “Just rest with me this evening, please, dear?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back as he leaned down.

Your face heated up, flustered at how desperate Francis seemed to be just wanting to have a few minutes ago. You smiled softly before reaching up and caressing his face with your hand. “You know I hate it when you look at me like that..” You whispered.

“Well, it's the only way to get you to agree.” He mumbled back, sinking into your embrace. The two of you were locked in eye contact as Francis slowly climbed into the bed. His hands straddled either side of you as you leaned back against the headboard. Gradually, his lips pressed against yours, and immediately you melted. Your hands snaked around his neck, holding him as close as you could. His touch filled you with the warmth you longed for so long after drawn-out lectures and pressure-inducing assignments. All you wanted was him.

He wrapped your arms around your waist before resting himself on your chest— a sigh escaping his nostrils. “I miss this.” he muttered. “When was the last time we got to hold each other like this?”

You ran fingers through his hair, carefully tugging out knots. “Only heaven knows..” You whispered back. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence. Only the faint hum of the lamp filled your ears as well as the occasional vehicle rushing down the road in front of your apartment complex. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed as Francis buried himself deeper into your embrace. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been a little difficult lately.” you apologized, feeling the guilt prick at your skin. “I’ve just been so stressed with school lately.. All I could think about is work and it's ruining us—”

“Please don’t apologize for that.” Francis was quick to cut you off. He lifted his head up and now sat up properly in front of you. His eyebrows furrowed a little as he looked at your gentle figure. “Please.. Just don’t. I understand you’ve been working so hard lately. I have been to. But this is all for our future, remember?” He grabbed your hand, holding it with both of his hands before kissing your knuckles. “Mmm.. I miss our evenings together too, I truly do, but what I’m concerned about is your wellbeing. You need to give yourself a breather every once in a while. At least promise me that.”

Your body felt weak with each work he uttered. Your head rushed with stars, remembering that its moments like these that make you want to work so hard. You want nothing but blessings for this man, because if anything, he was your savior. Tears pricked at your eyes, sniffling a little as you nodded your head.

“I promise..” You said in a shaky voice. A sincere smile curled Francis lips as he reached down to kiss your forehead.

Everything is going to be okay, you thought to yourself.

Everything is okay.

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thats it! hope you enjoyed :3 sorry i procrastinated on this for a while im def gonna clutch on up writing after school ends (which is end of april). lowk so glad this bc ive been stressed w college work as well so rereading honestly felt SO comforting 😭😭 but anyway ya--

reblogs, likes, even replies are soso appreciated and i hope you enjoyed this story :]

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"That's Not My Neighbor!"

a bunch o' works based on the popular indie game "That's not my neighbor!" Mostly oriented around Francis Mosses, but I also have some other headcanons and lore ideas for the actual game :]

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Francis Mosses

: ̗̀➛ "My headcanons on Francis Mosses!" My personal headcanons on Francis Mosses. Most of my oneshots on Francis are based on these heacanons :)

: ̗̀➛ "is that supposed to be me?" [francis mosses x artist!doorman!reader] after izaack brought up a certain someone to you, you end up getting caught drawing Francis.. By Francis!

: ̗̀➛ "to live with the milkman." [sick!francis mosses x doorman!reader] you're worried about francis after haven't seeing him in a while. worried that he may be dead, you decide to give his apartment a visit.

: ̗̀➛ "rest a little-- for me at least." [francis mosses x student!stressed!reader] since you and francis have been in highschool, you two have been working hard in saving money and finishing college. However, Francis notices your workaholic needs, and decides that you need to relax.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ miscellaneous

: ̗̀➛ "TNMN voice headcanons!" my own headcanons on some of the characters from TNMN :)

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My milkman obsession is HORRIBLE like I turned off my dark mode (Vampire) on Tumblr, and now its ghost. my eyes HURT but it's worth it for da milkman🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿

oh you LOCKED IN IN like that i could never 😭😭

(vampire mode could never be replaced 😔😔)

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I need more of Francis Mosses x reader fluff tbh and I enjoy reading some of your works with him so here's my request: Reader is stressed about life, college or something of your choice and needed some comfort from him 🥺🤎 thank you in advance aaahshqhs 😭 (tbh I don't see much sfw works of Francis on this app, maybe I'm not searching enough?)

"rest a little-- for me at least.."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ francis mosses x student!stressed!reader

sypnosis ; reader and francis have been hard at work trying to achieve their ultimate goals for the future. but lately, reader has been burning themselves out, and its up to francis to help realize how tired reader is.

containing ; exhaustion, reader is a college student, francis works double shifts, francis and reader are high school sweethearts (in this au anastacha is not his daughter), francis is worried about reader, TOOTH ACHING FLUFF RAGH

author’s note ; eee thank u anon! also dw, i also experienced the same problem trying to find sfw for francis 😭😭 its lowkey the reason why i had to crawl out of my hiatus hole LOL but ya really hope u enjoy :]

04.15.24 | 1.4k words

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Five shots of espresso from the cafe across the block could not fix how fucking exhausted you were.

You and Francis have been together since your highschool days. You have always dreamed of going to college to become a forensic scientist to work in the police force for super interesting crimes— but holy shit— were you tired from the projects and the essays.

You haven’t seen Francis in a few days either, despite living in the same apartment. He’s been working shifts in the morning and night just to make ends meet while also saving up for a house that you two could buy together. It was exhausting, but it was all a part of the plan. You worked a little side job as well delivering papers early in the morning just as a quick cash grab, but that also meant you barely spent mornings with your boyfriend. It’s not like you guys had the time anyway. He had to work in the morning too, which made it all the more frustrating.

After finally reaching your apartment, you immediately kicked off your shoes and threw your bag to the nearest corner before flopping down on the couch. A loud groan rumbled from your throat, finally giving your exhaustion a voice. You looked up from the couch, too tired to even turn on the TV. From the corner of your eye though, you saw in the kitchen a pot on the stove with a bright yellow sticky note on the top of it. Out of curiosity, you lifted yourself from the cushions with all your strength before heading towards the kitchen.

You waddled over to the pot with a curious tilt to your head as read the sticky note:

You left for work before I could tell you, but I’m coming off my shift early today and I’m not working tonight. Here’s some lunch I prepared this morning. Love you honey, get some rest. -Fran

Your grin stretched from ear-to-ear as you opened the lid to be welcomed with the smell of fresh spaghetti and meatballs. You turned on the gas stove to heat up the food, and used a clean wooden spoon to stir the food gradually. As you did, you couldn’t help as yawns escaped your mouth. You thought about taking a nap after your meal, seeing as how later today you needed to take some notes for an upcoming exam.

Your need for success never gave you the permission to give yourself a break every once in a while. In fact, the only times you did take a break was when Francis was sick and he needed someone by his side to take care of him. Other than that, you were always academically focused. Every once in a while, Francis would voice his opinion, telling you that you shouldn’t be burning yourself out so fast, but it was your determination and your vision of a perfect future with him that fueled you. Was this safe for your own mental health? Absolutely not. But you were aware of the consequences, and you pushed yourself anyway.

You felt your body grow increasingly heavy. You quickly jolted your head up, not even realizing that your eyes were fluttered close and you had stopping moving your spoon for a few seconds. You shook yourself awake, quickly grabbing a plate and helping yourself to a serving. You made sure to turn off the stove as well before throwing the spoon in the sink and grabbing a clean metal fork to enjoy your meal. It was best to hurry on and sit down before you became a danger to yourself.

You placed your food down on the coffee table before curling up on the couch. Maybe some TV would wake me up, you thought to yourself. You picked up the TV remote and browsed through the channels, eventually settling on a random game show that was airing live. Feeling a bit more energized, you placed a pillow in your lap before resting your food on top of it.

After each bite you felt your eyelids getting heavy. Your body started slowly giving in, despite your protests. The host’s voice soon turned into muffles as you felt your head nod a little. Each time you felt yourself falling, you immediately jolted up, not wanting to succumb to your body’s need for rest. What you really needed to do was to finish those essays and projects, and to also greet your loving boyfriend once he comes back from work. Your mind started dragging along little plans on how you would be able to accomplish everything before sleeping, but without realizing, your eyes had fallen closed as you leaned back in the couch.

Francis came back home about an hour later, tired from his work. As he placed his work bag down, he barely realized that your bag was set in the corner as well. “(y/n)?” He began to call out, but as soon as he turned around, he noticed your sleeping figure on the couch curled up with your pillow and food next to you. “Oh, (y/n)..” he mumbled, smiling a little in amusement. Francis walked over you, noticing the running TV and the half-eaten food. He first turned off the TV, making sure to not make too much noise to wake you up. He took your plate as well and covered it with a napkin before storing it in the fridge. Once Francis made it back to the living room, he sighed in relief, noticing that you still haven’t woken up. He rolled up his sleeves before carefully sliding his arms under your body, being as gentle as possible as he carried you to the bedroom.

“Mm..” You mumbled, half asleep. “Franci..?” You croaked out, burying yourself into his chest.

“Mhm..” He hummed. “I found you asleep on the couch.. I’m just moving you to the bedroom if you don’t mind..” He chuckled a little. You groaned a little in response, tugging a little at his button-down uniform.

“No..” you protested. “I have work to do.. I have projects due soon..”

Francis laid you gently down onto the soft mattress. You sat up a bit, realizing that you were still in your casual formal clothes you wore for school. You looked over to Francis, who had changed out of his work clothes, but kept his undershirt on and threw on some pajama pants. “Franci, can you—”

“Here you go.” You looked up, not even realizing that he was already handing you your midnight clothes. His tired eyes gazed upon you, but even then, his eyes were dilated with genuine care. You smiled up at him before taking the clothes and changing on the bed, throwing your clothes in a corner.

You sighed a little as you straightened out your shorts, looking down with a wearied face. “You know I need to get back to work.” You quietly muttered. Francis looked at you with a frown as he stood over the bed.

“You can’t just keep working day and night.” He lectured softly. You scoffed a little before looking at him, only to immediately falter to his puppy-eyed look. “Just rest with me this evening, please, dear?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back as he leaned down.

Your face heated up, flustered at how desperate Francis seemed to be just wanting to have a few minutes ago. You smiled softly before reaching up and caressing his face with your hand. “You know I hate it when you look at me like that..” You whispered.

“Well, it's the only way to get you to agree.” He mumbled back, sinking into your embrace. The two of you were locked in eye contact as Francis slowly climbed into the bed. His hands straddled either side of you as you leaned back against the headboard. Gradually, his lips pressed against yours, and immediately you melted. Your hands snaked around his neck, holding him as close as you could. His touch filled you with the warmth you longed for so long after drawn-out lectures and pressure-inducing assignments. All you wanted was him.

He wrapped your arms around your waist before resting himself on your chest— a sigh escaping his nostrils. “I miss this.” he muttered. “When was the last time we got to hold each other like this?”

You ran fingers through his hair, carefully tugging out knots. “Only heaven knows..” You whispered back. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence. Only the faint hum of the lamp filled your ears as well as the occasional vehicle rushing down the road in front of your apartment complex. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed as Francis buried himself deeper into your embrace. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been a little difficult lately.” you apologized, feeling the guilt prick at your skin. “I’ve just been so stressed with school lately.. All I could think about is work and it's ruining us—”

“Please don’t apologize for that.” Francis was quick to cut you off. He lifted his head up and now sat up properly in front of you. His eyebrows furrowed a little as he looked at your gentle figure. “Please.. Just don’t. I understand you’ve been working so hard lately. I have been to. But this is all for our future, remember?” He grabbed your hand, holding it with both of his hands before kissing your knuckles. “Mmm.. I miss our evenings together too, I truly do, but what I’m concerned about is your wellbeing. You need to give yourself a breather every once in a while. At least promise me that.”

Your body felt weak with each work he uttered. Your head rushed with stars, remembering that its moments like these that make you want to work so hard. You want nothing but blessings for this man, because if anything, he was your savior. Tears pricked at your eyes, sniffling a little as you nodded your head.

“I promise..” You said in a shaky voice. A sincere smile curled Francis lips as he reached down to kiss your forehead.

Everything is going to be okay, you thought to yourself.

Everything is okay.

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thats it! hope you enjoyed :3 sorry i procrastinated on this for a while im def gonna clutch on up writing after school ends (which is end of april). lowk so glad this bc ive been stressed w college work as well so rereading honestly felt SO comforting 😭😭 but anyway ya--

reblogs, likes, even replies are soso appreciated and i hope you enjoyed this story :]

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finished one draft

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How do u think the rest of the men would sound like in TNMN

hmmm lets see-- (idk why i cant draw to like a specific character so imma just describe)

TNMN voice headcanons :3

i feel like angus would have that trans-atlantic accent but also talks really fast-- sort of like an auctioner. And seeing that he is a businessman it makes sense .

izaack would have that hefty grown man voice-- that kinda voice you could feel bouncing off from all walls. but its like enthusiastic and charming enough to make people feel comfortable carrying a conversation with him ofc .

the rudboys like i said have that texan southern accent and you could hear it in how they pronounce their words (like for example they wouldnt pronounce egg as "eh-gg," that shit is "aeyg") southern accents are so fun <33 .

anastacha would have that little soft spoken a little raspy voice. typical pre-teen voice with that hint of attitude. also id like to think whenever she says "whatever" she says it quieter bc her mama probably lectured her on that once or twice and not wanting to get even more trouble she just learned to tone it down .

Nacha i feel like.. she would also have a southern accent, but its lighter and more sweet. definitely says "love" and "sweetheart" when addressing anyone. maybe like celia from "the help" but less of a strong dialect. .

the sverchzt twinssss.. mmm definitely elenois i wanna give her jessica rabbit's voice from "who framed roger rabbit" SIMPLY BC OF THAT LITTLE ANIMATIC @dimikissme MADE WITH ELENOIS AND ROBERTSKY (if yall havent seen it go check it out its cute asf) and ofc selenne would have somethinggg similar .

but ehhh these are just my hcs i thought of randomly. if anyone has like samples of actual voices pleaseeee send them to me i would love to hear other ppls interpretations :33

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"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (rk800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other.

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

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Ya know I see all these people all around obsessing over the milkman. Meanwhile I’m just over here obsessing over Steven.

Aside from being obsessed with him, I think Noteface and Pfff are silly doppelgängers that I adore. Just the silliness factor about them has an appeal ya know.

HONESTLY I SEE THE APPEAL FOR STEVEN but hes just not my typeee aaahhh

NOTEFACE IS MY FAVORITE THOUGH HES JUST SO SILLYYY i remember first seeing him as i was playing and i was dying laughing bc it was just so unexpected?? honestly bro is just on top

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The Rudboys have southern accents and I am NOT gonna debate on that

oh absoLUTELY literally Mclooy has to be from texas and i will not listen to anyone else