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rainytomorrows · 21 days

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Donatello (x?) Reader | Different

I am so sorry for the lack of posts, if I could I'd go on a long rant about how life has been. Instead, I'm going to write a TMNT fic to cope!! I can't feel my face or my hands as I'm writing this so if you spot any mistakes it's the ghosts speaking through my fingers. Enjoy!

GN reader, I have Bayverse in mind but it's up to interpretation. Can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. (TW/CW: mentions of alcohol and marijuana) 1,032 words

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It was a cold night. Normally, on a night like this, you'd stay in your apartment with a warm drink and a good show on. Though, this wasn't most nights. Tears stung your face under the cold wind.

You'd been at a party earlier, as someone you were sort of friends with invited you. It wasn't your crowd, but it was a nice Saturday and you had no other plans.

You'd known drinks and all made it way harder for you to mask, but it had been a tough weekend. Surely you could hold your own if you only had a couple, but one thing leads to another and you felt way too dizzy for the amount you had.

You wipe the tears from your eyes, they clung to your skin and your clothes as choked sobs and sniffles came to the surface.

Sure, having autism was a struggle. But you liked to think it was generally under control. It gave some trouble with your social life and your work, but other than that it was generally less than harmful. Though, when you had left to sit near the toilet in the bathroom you couldn't help but overhear someone talking in the hallway.

It's a blur, as you realize someone had purposefully tricked you into smoking way too much. The familiar nauseated feeling arises and it all settles in. 'This shit sucks' my ass! You press your ear to the door, listening close

"I told them it doesn't work too," "Did you really?" Someone giggles, you can hear how funny it was to them. It made your blood boil.

"Uh-huh. Got them to hit a blinker, trust me you're gonna be laughing your ass off. They are so funny when they're high"

That bitch! They keep talking, something about the way you rambled or froze at times. The way jokes flew over your head, even the way you acted on a day to day.

The night goes on, you decide to leave. Struggling an embarrassing amount to order an Uber, you get yourself a ride back to your apartment, violently jiggling your key and dropping your things in before throwing your things off and changing into a comfortable outfit. There was near no hesitance in how you were rushing to the fire escape. You leaned over the railing, head in your hands.

You barely knew what you were upset over, you had every idea but all of them seemed to jumble in your head. Swaying slightly, you continued to cry quietly now in the cold atmosphere.

As if things couldn't get worse, there was a loud THUD beside you. Donatello was on patrol and decided to stop by to say hello. You turned to look at him, struggling through foggy eyes. Taking a long sip of water, you wipe away some tears and muster up the best speaking voice you could.

"Are you ok? Y/N, what happened?" "I, I don't,"

You stumbled over your words, groaning in frustration. Normally, by now, you'd have changed the subject. In your right mind, he wouldn't have even caught you like this. But, you were crossed. You were crossed and you were angry.

"It's alright, no need to be embarrassed Y/N." "Why do people stay friends with you if they don't even LIKE you." You yell, it was surprising. You often came off as pretty calm around the turtles. Donatello held a face of surprise, practically watching steam come out of your ears.

"They think I'm so funny, Donnie! They just think I'm some goddamn FREAK!" You throw your hands up, bringing them down to rub your temples in frustration.

"You, you look fine though" Donatello tries to comfort, not the best at it but he's trying. He's confused, most often he heard the word freak when it came to mutations and such. You were, completely normal as it seemed.

"I don't fucking act like it though! Apparently, I never do!" You're exasperated, almost out of breath. "I try so fucking hard, every day, and it bites me in my ass! I have spent my entire life doing nothing but making up for what my autism does to me socially, and it's just never enough!" Tears resurface, painting your face with red marks that will surely stay for quite a moment. "It doesn't make any sense! Does anyone really like me? Anyone who can tolerate me long enough, anyone who doesn't get bored of me eventually, only does it to keep me around as some sort of joke!" Your knuckles are pale, gripping the railing of the escape.

Donatello doesn't say a word, coming closer with his arms out. "I know, I know," He soothes. Taking you in a big hug, he pats your back. "I try to be so nice," You sniffle. Interrupted by a stern "You are" from Donatello. "You're funny, and you're kind. Don't let jerks affect how you view yourself" Your sniffles are muffled in his plastron, holding onto him tightly. Your knees weakened, quickly caught by his arms. "Why is it so hard to like me?" You broke into hard sobs, mumbling various inconsolable phrases. Donatello patted your back, unsure what to say. Instead, opening your window and carrying you in bridal style. "Let's get you to bed, Y/N" He consoled softly, setting you down as he pulled covers aside and fluffed pillows. You had already changed into pjs, so it was simple enough for him to simply dip you in.

Knowing your house well enough by now, he grabbed spare blankets and a glass of water. he handed you your drink and began to set himself up on the floor. "I'm listening, tell me everything"

He listened to you rant for hours, audibly becoming more and more tired before you passed out.

This was the first time Donatello had seen you like this, but not the last. Eventually, the two of you would start to visit each other over tea and speak about how unfair it was or otherwise. Not fitting in, one way or another. Even delving into anything else that would upset either of you.

It was good to have someone who really understood you.

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I don't give a shit if this is ass I can barely spell rn. Hopoe you all enjoyed I am going to try and get back into writing. I need to be called a good boy or I'm going to catch something on fire and explode. Have a good day/night, and a great life!

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rainytomorrows · 5 months

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Mike Schmidt x reader | Midnight ministrations

Hey guys! Decided I'd get some fic out. Decided not to write the actual sex yet- but still some yummy interaction goin on. LMK if y'all want a second part, I might do that. For now, I need this out of the way so I can start my next Hunk fic. Enjoy!

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Mike groans as he spins in his spinny office chair, occasionally checking the cameras to ensure no one breaks in. The animatronics were out somewhere for repairs, and Abby was at a sleepover until late the next day, leaving just you two for the night with nothing to do.

You were hired pretty recently. You’d been friends with Mike for a while now. You’d met sometime in high school but didn’t talk much until a couple of years ago. In the midst of the past year, both of you ran into some trouble finding work. Of course, when he got his job and you eventually gave up on your own search, he got you a job there too. You would do anything to thank him for getting you the job, even if it was a shitty one. For now, you’d show appreciation by making his job easier. You were currently going through some old boxes and cleaning up the office.

“Hey, could you help me out with the cameras? They just kinda… went down.” Mike turns to you in his chair, awaiting a response. You put down a box and look over towards the cameras. Lo and behold, the cameras were disconnected. You’d check outside, but you were sure this had something to do with the actual cameras. With your decent electronic experience, at least. “Sure, lemme take a look” You waltz over to the desk, leaning on it beside him. As you approached, Mike couldn’t help but notice you. His gaze lingered often as you knew him, but you assumed he was just observant. With how often afterward he would compliment something like your hair or your outfit. He found it ‘refreshing’, apparently. The smell of the fragrance you put on this morning wafts towards him, and you don’t notice his reaction until he clears his throat. Snapping him back to reality.

“Hm. Weird.” You monotonously state, swaying a little from where you’re leaning. You lean more across the desk to get a better look, not unnoticed. Mike cannot help but notice how close you are, a strange tingling arises in his stomach. He clears his throat once again, you’d been friends for so long. He had no reason to assume you felt the same. It was best to swat such thoughts away. “Hey uh, do you have any idea what the problem could be? It’s not outside, is it?” He asks nervously, practically wiping sweat off his forehead at the situation before him. “Not sure, I’m thinking it might be the wiring. I’d have to check, though.” You think out loud, still not a hint of emotion in the way you speak. If he’d known how nervous he made you, despite your hard-earned cool exterior, you were sure he’d laugh at you.

If only you’d known, Mike was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate on the task at hand with how close you were to him. He feels the heat rise within him, and he can’t get himself to look away from your lips. “Yeah- maybe, maybe you’re right” He stutters out a little, you just chalk it up to being tired. The both of you work late shifts, after all. You take a look at him and back to the computer again. “I’ll take a look, hold on,” You say as you get down under the desk. Mike tries to nod and focus, but it's difficult. You’re so close, that he can practically feel the heat radiation off of your skin. His thoughts swirl in his head and he cannot get a hold of them. Tonight was just a very hard night for him. In more ways than one. You meddle with various wires beneath the desk, meanwhile, Mike’s heart races as he watches you move under the desk. The sight of you under him is intoxicating, his mind can’t help but wonder. Imagining what it would be like to be closer to you. Suddenly, the cameras switch back on and you finish up. Getting up to look across the desk. “Seems I’ve fixed it, all good?” You ask, and he clears his throat for what feels like the thousandth time that night—begging himself to come up with a semblance of professionalism. “Yeah, that should do it. Thanks for your help” He tries to focus on the cameras, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you.

“Great,” You get up to move some more boxes, “I gotta throw these away, I’ll be back” leaving the room to get back to work. Once you’re out, Mike takes a deep breath. Trying to shake off the intense desire filling him, almost emanating off of him. He focuses on the task at hand, moving papers around his desk. The feeling never really leaves, but for now, he has it under control. You spend time outside cleaning up the general area, moving across multiple cameras. To Mike’s disarray, he can’t help but watch. The sight of you working so diligently, strangely, only worsens his infatuation. Through an old-timey speaker in the office, he occasionally offers help and suggestions from the safety of his office when he thinks it's appropriate. Battling the oncoming voice cracks and slip-ups.

“Thanks, Mike” You reply again to the speaker, wondering if he’s actually doing anything in his office at this point or just staring through the cameras. It frustrates you a little. ‘Doesn’t he trust me? Or can’t he at least keep me company out here if he’s going to be a backseat driver?’ you’d think.

Mike’s heart races watching you from the cameras. He can’t believe just how much he wants you. It’s disgusting, carnal even. He shakes his head as if the lust would spill out of his ears if he tried hard enough. Trying desperately to clear the thoughts out of his mind. Eventually, he decides to leave his office and accompany you in the main room. Just in time, you set down your final box, done with your work for the night.

“Oh, hey Mike,” You notice him nonchalantly, unbeknownst to the hell he’d been experiencing just being in your presence. However, the same bell rang for you. You didn’t want to be obvious about your feelings, you didn’t think feelings were returned. Every moment he spent near you was purgatory. His adorable smile, the awkward way he held himself. There was no way, you didn’t even know his type. He never talked about it. He never talked about it because obviously- it was you, but you didn’t know that. You fix your hair, looking towards him again. “Finished with work already?” You ask, not sure what to say at the moment.

“Looks like you are too,” he notes, keeping strict eye contact with the floor. “Just wanted to check and make sure you’re settling in well. I know the night shift isn’t easy” He tries to make and keep eye contact, but he cannot. All he can think about is how close he is to you. The scent of you, the way your clothes fall on your body. It’s too much to bear. “...long day so far, huh?” He tries to make conversation, unsure what to do with all his pent-up feelings and the unidentified awkward feeling in the air. “Yeah, been alright so far though” you reply, feeling all the same frustrations. “I mean, you can always tell me if I’m forgetting something I gotta do?” you question in an unsure tone, now feeling as if you were doing something wrong.

“No yeah, you’re doing great. Just, let me know if you need any help” He gulps something down mid-sentence, clawing and scratching at any semblance of composure. He takes a deep breath, there's a clear hesitance in your body language and your face as he continues. You’re unsure where the source of his awkwardness is coming from, it makes you feel as if there is something wrong with how you are acting. Did you do something?

“I just, I wanted to see you. You’re always... Appealing?” You fight to figure out what he means by this. Just- what? You assume he means your fashion or something since he’s always been a little bad at compliments. Pausing before finally formulating a response “...well that’s the first time my clothes have evoked that sort of reaction”. You laugh a little, covering your mouth with your hand amid a giggle “I can always give you a makeover if you want”

He puts a hand in his hair and shakes his head, looking back up at the ceiling before finally saying it. The thing that’s been on his (and your) mind for the past couple of years.

“No! I, god, no, I love your fashion but,” He pauses, putting his face in his hands. “You! You are appealing, I love you! Fuck.” His hands now move to his hips, every moment he speaks is another nervous movement. His hands won't stop shifting, neither will he or his thoughts. “You are so attractive. And you’re so interesting- and kind, and funny, you are one of the best things to ever happen to me. I’m so happy when I’m with you, and I never want to stop being around you,” His voice is faint, trembling. He rambles on and on, shy compliments falling from his mouth uncontrollably. Like an ocean out of a spigot. You can see him shaking.

You pause again, you’ve been friends for how long now? Working the job he helped you get, assuming he never returned your feelings, the thousands of memories coming to mind in a moment. You wanted to tell him the same- that you loved his stupid dorky smile and his stupid laugh and the way he worked so hard all the time. All you could muster was a small “...ah”, which sounded a lot more like a sort of rejection than you wanted. Too lost in realizing how long ago you could have possibly had him, how long ago you could have said something. How much you just, loved him. The fact that he LIKED you. He loved you back!

But, this reaction just made him more nervous than anything. His chances looked slim. Worse- unsubstantial. Non-existent. He watches your reaction carefully, hopeful and nervous at the same time. “So, is there… Any chance, you feel the same way about me?” He asks nervously, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.

You nod, looking away from him. “You felt this way- how long?”

Mike swallows hard, surprised by your response but trying to hide it. “I… I don’t know. A while. I mean, I always thought you were really great, but then it just. It started feeling different. A couple of years now? I think?” He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. You don’t move an inch, looking back into his eyes. “...Really?”

A sudden boldness overtakes him, nodding “Yes, do you?” he asks, taking a step closer to you. You back a little nervously, unsure how to handle the vulnerability happening so suddenly. He doesn’t question too much, he knows well and good how awkward you get in vulnerable situations. “...yes”. Mike reaches out to cup your face, rubbing his thumb under your eyes a small bit. “Really? You feel the same way about me, honestly?” You nod tentatively, avoiding eye contact in embarrassment. You knew there was no reason, he felt the same way, but it was just a little overwhelming.

Nevertheless, what was noticeably similar between the two of you now, was your gaze. He could see the change in your eyes as you looked him up and down. He steps forward, slowly as to let you turn him down if you want. Not a single move he made was stopped by you, not the way he slowly got closer to you. The way his hands moved to your lips, or the way his face got closer. His confidence rose, now speaking inches away from you. “It’s alright, no need to be embarrassed” he whispered comfortingly, a sort of calm and coddling tone to his voice. “I’ve wanted you, this, for so long” He waited for signs from you after every sentence, hanging on to every motion you made as if it was all that ever mattered.

You almost gave in, your face getting closer to his when you realized. Putting a hand on his chest, you created some distance “Hold on- we can’t do this here. We’re at work.”

“I know, I just. I need you. No one’s here, no one else will be, and the only people who watch- or can figure out- the old-ass cameras are us. You’re so, hot. Please-” He begs in a soft whisper, not in a way that is overpowering, or demanding. It was pathetic and weak. He stares at you, eyes filled with need, desire, and desperation. His eyebrows furrow in such a way, softly. Like he needs you, at your mercy. Your own confidence rises a little now, a sense of power is in your hands now.

“Do you not want this?” He implores, once more not in a way that is not manipulative but desperate. He’d get on the floor and kiss your boots if you wanted- all he wanted was you. “I do, but…” You start, taking your chance to tease him the moment it presents itself. “If you need me that bad, you’ll have to wait…” You look towards the clock, and back into his puppy eyes. “Another hour or so.”

“Another hour?” He asks in an exasperated breath, trying not to groan in the process. “Can we… at least touch?” He whispers again, his voice hoarse with need and desire. You smile, stars in your eyes “If you can handle it without losing control of yourself, sure you can” You challenge him, enjoying the way he melts at your every word.

He nods, breathing deeply to calm himself. “I’ll try my best” Leaning in closer once more, his hand slides up your thigh. You’re unsure where to put your hands, feeling the heat radiating between the both of you. He feels it too, and it drives him crazy. “I’ve dreamed of this,” He mutters, his hands ghosting slightly under the bottom of your shirt against your skin. “Can I touch you? Just a little? Please,” He begins to mumble towards the end, unable to formulate his emotions properly.

You laugh a little, flattered at how much of a mess he is in your presence. “Just a little” you murmur, feeling his fingers begin to brush against your waist. Heat pounding in both of your chests. His fingers brush against the skin under your clothes, tracing delicate patterns across your stomach and up to your chest. Not yet touching there, “You’re so beautiful,” He whispers, his lips grazing against your neck. “I want to make love to you so badly,” He sounds so pathetic, he’s never sounded like this before. It sent shivers through you, he was a strong man. Hell, you were there when he decked that man in the mall. Though you’d never admit you enjoyed it a little too much. It was delicious, a man of so much resolve and strength was at your mercy. Begging and pleading for your permission, your attention. Your anything. He held himself even now with so much dominance, but not missing his fair share of submissiveness. Just for you.

You place a hand on his chest, backing up teasingly. Urging him forward. “Too bad you have to wait the full hour then, hm?” Mike chuckles softly in response, “You’re cruel, you know that? But, I’ll endure” He leans down again, lips close to yours, teasingly so but not quite touching. You look him in the eyes, backing up just a little more as you hit a table. He places his hands on the table and leans on it, one arm on each side of you. “Should’ve expected that from me, honestly. With how long we’ve been friends, and all” You laugh, and Mike’s heart skips a beat. Leaning closer, bodies pressed tightly together. “I did.” He whispers, warm breath against your skin. “But, I could have never imagined it would feel this good”

“Flattering won’t get me to speed up that timer, you know” You joke, deflecting his loving response. But, you can’t avoid it forever. His fingers continue to dance all over your skin, taking as much of you in as he could. His gaze locks onto yours, full of longing “I know,” he says softly, the way he said it was so small but so sure of himself. “But, I can’t help myself”

You hide your face in your hands, blushing profusely. Your reputation seemed at stake in your mind, having been the cool calm, and collected friend up until now. It was hanging on by threads, but you weren’t so sure it’d hold up to the end of the night. “I’m sure” you retort to his earlier comment. Mike’s chest rises and falls with his breath, anticipation thick in the air. You could practically cut through it with a knife. No amount of joking could cover how much the both of you wanted each other. His hand meets your chin gently, tilting your head to meet his gaze once again. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” Barely responding, you nod. Eyes half-lidded in excitement you make a half-assed effort to hide. “Mhm,”

Mike leans in, finally. His lips brush against yours, not quite an actual kiss yet. It’s a soft teasing kiss that only leaves you wanting more. His hands find their way back to your waist to pull you closer still. “Just a little longer,” he seems to beg himself. His voice is low and seductive, but there’s no mistaking that he’s not the one in charge here. There’s no mistaking the tone in his voice showing just how much control you have over him. You lean into him as he continues to explore under your clothes. An idea enters your head, glancing at the table behind you. Mike gives small kisses and gentle touches, anticipation and desire building more and more.

As if reading your mind, Mike moves his arms under your legs and lifts you to sit on the table, holding you against him. “Are you sure you can wait?” he whispers, a hint of amusement evident in his voice. “I’m fine, can YOU wait?” you lie, still flustered about how he simply lifted you onto the table. He moves closer, mouth only inches from yours. “You really don’t have to be so afraid of being vulnerable, you know?” tilting his head for a slow, sweet kiss. You melt into it, grasping at your clothes and parting to take some off. Removing your jacket and vest to be left in a t-shirt, your neck is now more visible.

It doesn’t take much for him to get the idea. He’s known you long enough to figure out what you’re saying without you saying it. His hands wander up your arms, tracing your skin again as he leans in closer. Lips brushing against your neck, shivers running down your spine in unison. His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers in your ear, “Tell me what you want”

There wasn’t an easy way to say it. You couldn’t just give in, absolutely not. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” You feign indifference, in your least convincing performance yet. You hope he simply becomes impatient, and gives you what he clearly knows you want. Though, he never was. He’s always been so stubbornly patient. Even now, that was something you loved about him. He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you tight. “I know you better than that,” He whispers, lips pressing against the side of your neck. “I can tell. But, do you want this to be some sort of game? Pretend like I don’t drive you absolutely crazy?” There’s no answer from you. Of course not, then you wouldn’t be playing the game right.

Mike continues his ministrations, his hand cupping the back of your head, not stopping his teasing anytime soon. “You like this, huh?” His voice is quiet, but there’s no mistaking you heard him. In the midst, you try to stay strong, but noises escape you. Embarrassment might eat you whole, if he wasn’t already doing that. “That’s what I thought” You can feel him smirk against your skin, placing butterfly kisses against your neck once again before he pulls back to look into your eyes. You wrap your legs around him, placing your arms around him and your face in the crook of his neck. His hands slide under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on your back as he leans in for a deeper kiss. You follow his lead, his hands explore farther and farther, until,

DING! 6 am strikes, and your shift ends. The night ends, but yours just started.

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Hope you enjoyed it! This took way longer than I wanted it to, work and all has been flooding me. Have a good night/day, and a great life!

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rainytomorrows · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt in coming

Or should I say incumming. I'm depressed and trying not to kms so I'm gonna break my own rule just a little bit. Possible smut fic coming, at the least suggestive. Enjoy when it comes.

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rainytomorrows · 6 months

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(Voltron) Hunk Garret x Reader | Raincheck rainy day

Hey, chat! I apologize for the lack of fics, life has been repeatedly kicking me in my balls and hitting me with life-sized pianos. I'm writing this high as balls with only about 30 minutes to work with so if I mess something up that's just the spirits speaking through me. Inspired by a snapshot from some incel isekai game. For the plot, Hunk is not unemployed/can drive and this takes place at the garrison before everything. Enjoy! (If you like listening to music while reading, for this fic I suggest something like Lamp. One of their songs is called "For lovers", that's how you know it's the right artist) ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

It was pouring out, but you didn't mind. Your classroom crush invited you somewhere, and you'll be damned if you missed it. It all came about from a conversation you'd had in class.

He was a huge crush of yours, for years now. Though you didn't wanna make it obvious, you finally started worming your way into his life. Getting paired with him for projects, always offering help when needed, changing the route to your classes so you'd pass by him. There was a silent victory within you every time you would wave and he'd return it. No such joy as that, you thought.

But now, was a milestone. You'd mentioned a restaurant you'd been meaning to try to a friend and bless the heavens he overheard. The cold, blanketed clouds in the sky fell over your soul in a comforting appreciation for the life you've taken in. He was such a nerd, turning around in his seat and leaning in your direction. You could smell the familiar scent of oil and some cheap cologne someone probably gifted to him last Christmas.

"Oh! Not to be nosy, but- I've been meaning to try that too," He started in his soft, handsome voice. He seemed to wait for some sort of signal from you to continue, so you nodded. Smiling at him with a newfound joy for the day. "If you'd like, we can visit together sometime? Talk about the homework? Or something?" He tried to get it out in a way that didn't seem awkward but failed. You loved it anyway, the nervous way his hand reached to his neck. It was adorable, the way he was so tall but so unsure of everything.

Which led to now, you took a bus to the restaurant early because he planned to drive you to a couple places afterward. So you didn't want to drive over if he was going to drive y'all around and back to the garrison after anyhow.

It began raining, and you'd worn a slightly colder outfit than needed. He was late, which worried you. You calmed yourself down with occasional excuses, like the weather or being held up somewhere. But you worked so hard, you fought for this. It was discouraging.

You sat under the awning, watching the cars drive by and the parking lot. It was serene, if you weren't panicking you'd have enjoyed it. Finally, a run-down pickup truck sped into the parking lot. Parking quickly, he got out and ran towards you. Noticeably, he was wearing a different outfit. You were too, you wanted to look nice, but you didn't expect him to also change into something nicer.

He finally made it, stopping to pant with his hands on his knees. "Hah, sorry, hah, there was a pile-up on the way" He apologized profusely. You answered quickly, assuring him it was fine and that you understood when he looked up at you in a slight shock. "Oh geez- you're shivering!" He gestured towards his car, looking back towards you. "I've got a jacket if you need" He offered to you. There was sincerity in his eyes, unsure how to handle the idea but equally unable to give up the chance in front of you, you accepted.

Dinner was great, not the fanciest but also very affordable. This could become a regular thing between the two of you if you wanted. And if he agreed, of course.

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OK Originally I was gonna make them cancel dinner, go home, cuddlr. a Scene where he goes to hug n ur like nooo im soaking from thr rain n he hugs u all tight anyway. BUt that would be weird if it was a friend from school, me thinks. Imagine a scene where he's cuddling w u in front of a show n he's like omg u must be cold I gotta cuddle u. haha yeah. I was gfionna make this cool and romantic but I can feel my fingers. Enhoy. ove you guys pls make more hunk fics I can;t jdo this on my own. :3 <3

have a good day/night and a great life

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rainytomorrows · 9 months

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Hunk x GN!reader | Leaping for Love Letters

Hey, y'all! I have had no willpower to write my ao3 fics, so I thought I'd throw up a cute little one-shot. I've had violent Hunk brain rot for a while now, so I made him ANOTHER fic. He totally deserves it. Enjoy! Gender neutral as always. (1,995 words)

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Letters had begun showing up from under your door. Beautiful colored envelopes closed with cute little stickers. Though, miraculously, whenever you opened the door to check who had sent them the hallway would always be hauntingly barren. A particular silence overtook it each time as you’d return to your room to read them. The paper was always decorated in a way that pertained to you. A faded print of your favorite flowers in the back, a pretty color you liked, never dull white paper. They read like old-time poets and Hozier songs, yearning dearly for you in such a beautifully worded way you couldn’t do anything but wonder who sent it. Realistically, there were only three people who could be sending these. Unless one or more of them were in cahoots with some alien and indirectly handing these off to you. You continued to sit on your bed, thinking of each and every possibility. Any singular way that it could be anyone but Hunk.

It’s not that you didn’t want it to be him, you dearly hoped so. There were just risks with getting your hopes up. You were stuck in space with him- with everybody. Making things awkward would be so much worse.

The endless cycle of overthinking was killing you. Who could it be? It ate at you nightly like a dog gnawing on a bone. A deep part of you seemed to find hints that didn’t truly exist, the same part that hoped desperately that it was Hunk behind the correspondence. You’d wake up in the mornings wishing, and spend waking nights hoping. Though with no hope, as every night that the letters came in there seemed to be no trace leftover. You were one letter away from performing high-level espionage.

Then came the fateful afternoon, you were reading another letter when you heard a knock at the door. Setting aside the letter you called out, “Come in!” and Pidge walked their way into the room. They could see a particular air around you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. Having solved many problems on the ship with Hunk, they began to notice whenever someone was trying to mentally figure something out. Seeing this they moved from the other side of the room to sit next to you.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” Pidge questioned, their usual voice quirk raising at the end of the sentence. Their head in their hands as their legs dangled off of the bed beside you. “Well,” You hesitated, unsure whether or not to bring Pidge into this. “I’ve been receiving what seems to be love letters, and I have no idea who is sending them.” You admitted, picking up the said letter and handing it to Pidge. “…Do you have someone you hope it is?” Pidge asked, almost seeming as if to interrogate. You turned your head a little, looking off in thought. “…Maybe”

The two of you talked for a while, you had some unshakeable feeling that they knew more than they let on but you tried not to test it. Ever since the letters started you were suspicious enough of everything as is, it’d be best not to jump to suspect any single person you talk to as some sort of accomplice to the letters.

Pidge had talked with you every so often, but not all of the time. It almost seemed obvious, but at the same time, it could just be your predisposed hopes. The letters were loving and well thought out. They had attention to detail and were tooth-rotting-ly sweet. The only people on the ship around your age were Hunk, Keith, and Lance. High hopes on the former, Hunk. Keith was too much of an edge lord. Sure he could have a soft side, and maybe you were being judgemental, but the letters just did not seem his style. Not to mention, the way they were written just seemed too, intricate, for Lance. He was flirtatious for sure and you could see him writing daily letters way easier than you could see Keith doing it, but something told you any love letter written by Lance would be a lot less formal and a lot more amorous.

Then again- what if Hunk was simply helping them write their letters? That would be a real punch in the gut. Or back to an earlier suspicion- what if an alien you met on another planet was simply getting these letters delivered to you? You relayed memories, trying to remember any alien that was any sort of a romantic. Admittedly there weren’t many you could think of, but it still wasn’t a crossed-off possibility. Hunk seemed more the type for these kinds of letters, but the concept of it was stuck behind a mental jail cell. That possibility entirely depended on him even liking you back. The concept seemed too foreign. The idea that a guy such as him, a total catch, had reciprocated such feelings. Not only regularly, but to the degree to send secret letters and on occasion even well thought gifts alongside them. It was unthinkable. He was amiable and adorably friendly to you- but that didn’t mean squat. I mean, he was friendly to most people. He was a nice guy. You had no right to assume based on just that. Sure you were also a total catch, and no doubt incredibly attractive. Though still, with any crush there’s a sense of doubt.

Days dragged on and hints grew thin, you had no real valid proof or reason. At this point, it wasn’t far-fetched to imagine you hanging up a corkboard littered with pins and string in your room. The same way they do when they solve mysteries in the movies. Letters stockpiled within your desk, notes in journals. You were desperate to find who was sending them, in the same breath desperate for the author to be Hunk.

More weeks passed and no closer. It was a Saturday, and by the time noon had shown itself on your clock nearly all you did all day was try and figure out who was writing you. By now, everything about their handwriting down to the exact way they dot their i’s was memorized. The way they spoke, their mannerisms. Exhausted, you dramatically sat up from your chair. Cracking your back, stretching your arms and legs. It was time for a break. You fixed yourself a snack and roamed the halls, whoever you spotted first you’d likely try and join them out of boredom. Taking miscellaneous sips of your drink whilst looking into any doorway you came across.

On your way, you cross Hunk’s room. The door was left open but he wasn’t there. Strange. You were about to leave when a pile of various colors spot your eye. It was a pile of cute decorative paper. Similar to the ones used for the letters you were receiving. Next to it, the same cute envelopes you always found them in. And a sticker book, the ones they always got closed with. Next to all this, a piece of cute paper with an unfinished letter. Was this the final hint? Was it truly him? Not yet, you told yourself. One more hint though, one more sign, and you might just lose it. Finally, you leave without poking around too much. Continuing your journey to find people.

Just your luck you finally spot some people, it just happened to be Pidge and Hunk problem-solving at a blackboard. There had been some issues with the ship that Allura and Coran couldn’t figure out. It was very minimal, but nipping things like this in the bud was always good. You sat yourself down before taking a good look at the board, leaning back in your chair and asking Pidge what was going on. Hunk was busy on the blackboard writing down some equations alongside some notes to try and solve the aforementioned issues.

“Well, there are some navigation issues and general glitches. Doors won’t close when they’re supposed to, the food machine is being weird again, and on top of all that the map seems to be-” They didn’t even get a chance to finish their sentence before you suddenly spat out your drink, hopping out of your chair and running towards the board. Your gaze shot back and forth between him and the board fervently, placing your drink and snack down to run a lap around the room. Once you were done you returned to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him in excitement.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!” You shouted eagerly, spinning around and pumping a fist in the air. Part of you wanted to stop- to think of what other explanation there could be for the similar handwriting. All silenced by your overflowing joy at the possibility of it realistically being him. “What? Knew what??” He asked confused, unsure what about his equation could be sparking this sort of revelation in you. “YOU’RE THE ONE WRITING ME ALL THE GODDAMN LETTERS!” You exclaimed vehemently, throwing your hands up before gesturing at the board. “I’ve been studying them this whole time! All day every day! I’ve memorized the handwriting, it’s the same! The same way you dot your i’s, the same way you write your a’s, it’s identical!!!” You laid out your observations. Unaware of how crazy you sounded. ��You uh,” He started nervously, a light blush only further proving any point you had. “You memorized my handwriting that- acutely?” He questioned, impressed with the dedication you had clearly put forth. You were unsure from your perspective how he felt, however. “Well, yes.” You began, now a lot less energetic and confident than before. “I uh, I really wanted it to be you.” You backed off a little, unsure of how to read his expression.

“I TOLD YOU!” Pidge responded for him, also jumping from their seat now. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE TOTALLY INTO YOU! BUT ‘NOOOO THERE’S NO WAY’!” Pidge asserted. As it turned out, Pidge was in on it the whole time. Pidge delivered all of the letters, and while they had no input on what went into the letters they were deadset on it working. Absolutely sure that the two of you were uselessly pining for each other. Hunk was a blushing mess, hand on the nape of his neck while he tried to gather his words.

It seemed Pidge had enough of this, as before he could successfully do so they were pushing y’all out the door and shutting it. Not without struggle, as they still hadn’t fixed the doors, but they did so. You were stuck, also without words, with the man you had only now learned had reciprocated feelings for you.

“GO ON A DATE ALREADY!!” Pidge shouted, muffled by the door they had just managed to shut. Leaving you alone without any sort of plan to follow up with. Or your food. Hunk turned to you slowly, clearly also unsure of what to say. Until he noticed at the same time you did that your food was stuck in there.

“How about for our first date,” He began, gaining your full attention. You were so alluring, he choked on his words for a minute before gaining the ability to speak again. “I cook you some more food to make up for the stuff you lost in there?” He offered, hands shaking and face going red. “I’d love that.”

Y’all hung out in the kitchen for a while, him cooking and you giving the rundown on all the notes you took on the letters. An impressively long conversation in that regard. He returned it by mentioning the work it took to find all your favorite things. Your favorite flowers, colors, snacks, and interests. All the things he mentioned and used in his letters.

The two of you started out starstruck, and as you started to date that never seemed to go away. ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Hope you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing it, lord knows I'm a sucker for big strong men with a soft spot. I just know he could throw me around like a paperweight and would totally care about you. What else do you need in life? Anyhow, have a good day/night, and a great life!!

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rainytomorrows · 10 months

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(Voltron) Hunk x reader

Heyo! I'm editing the last fic to be more neutral, so you guys get to have another version of the fic! I hope you guys enjoy it, (maybe even a second time!) there is, as I'll state again, a TERRIBLE lack of Hunk fics it's actually appalling. More love for the big man at once.

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It was a late night in the garrison, a long day of training and nearly puking on the simulations led you to an unfortunately empty stomach. Sat on the edge of your bed, you had your head in your hands as you stared downwards at the pristine white floors. You had to thank your roomies, you weren’t the only one in your dorm to keep it relatively clean. You could not say the same for the bathrooms here. Though you had to admit there was a resulting lack of personality, you opted to leave all of your decor at home so you wouldn’t spend all of your free time dusting.

You snuck around corners, stayed low to the floor, all around you basically looked like a cartoon villain sneaking on their tiptoes the entire way to the cafeteria. Your slides didn’t particularly help for stealth, but that’s a problem for later.

You finally make it to the cafeteria, now practically a starving dog as you attempt to search for snacks. You’d never done this before, so you had no idea where anything is. So far all you’d found were trays, utensils, and anything a cafeteria could have that isn’t edible. “Where in the hell do you keep food in this goddamn labyrinth of a kitchen??” you whisper shouted, crouching down and running a hand through your hair. “What does a guy gotta do for a nibble?” You hold your head in your hands again, mirroring your earlier situation as you felt no closer than you did before to find any food to snack on. As all felt lost, you could hear light steps in your direction. It was going to get a lot worse. You began to panic, running around quietly searching for a place to hide to no avail as you were left defenseless in the open kitchen.

As the figure rounded the corner you braced yourself to receive a detention, standing stiffly with your hands behind your back and your eyes nearly sewn shut. “Hey man, it’s ok it’s just me” The dim lighting shone on him as he spoke, opening one eye first you struggled not to let your jaw drop as your other eye opened. It was your classmate, one you had a huge crush on, and yet you have not really spoken to him yet. Sure, the two of you occasionally spoke when you worked together on projects or ran into each other. Though, you’d seen him around and anyone you’d heard talking about him had only nice things to say.

“Tsuyoshi! Shit, hey, you scared me, don’t snitch please I’m begging,” you put your hands together in a prayer motion, willing yourself not to pay too much attention to the way the single light you turned on seemed to highlight him deliciously. As he stood in front of you, the soft light graced his face in a resplendent atmosphere. His reflection sparkled in your eyes as you stuttered ever so slightly in your words. He raised his hands in front of him in a show of alliance, shaking them as if to say ‘You’re all good’.

“Of course not! Why do you think I’m here?” He held up a pair of keys, of course. He moved past you, and it did not go unnoticed in your mind how tall he was in comparison. You were shameful, practically drooling over a classmate you halfway knew through word of mouth. As you were distracted he unlocked a door, walking into a room containing all the food. You walked in with him, searching the shelves for a snack without a whole lot of hope.

“I thought they had chips, where are they?” You questioned quietly, hoping he knew.

“I think more is supposed to arrive today, for now, all they have is actual food.” He replied cheerfully, how he wasn’t disappointed you weren’t sure. Maybe you were starving, but not enough to cook in the middle of the night. “Shit, alright. Well, it was nice seeing you, Tsuyoshi” You turned to leave until you felt his hand grasp your shoulder. Looking back for a moment you could swear there was a sort of desperation in his eyes. As if he really wanted you to stay. His big, pretty eyes,

You practically shook off the admiration starting to show on your face as he opened his mouth to speak, listening intently. You loved his voice, so at the least you could stop yourself to listen. “Hey, I could cook us up a little something real quick. How about it?” he asked, hand still resting on your shoulder you nodded. He smiled, god he had a cute smile. "My friends call me Hunk, by the way." You had to hold back a giggle at his big goofy grin as you nodded again. "Thanks, Hunk" God, what was he doing to you? You don’t just giggle! Especially not at something like a little smile. “Lord give me strength,” you whispered under your breath as he reached up to a high shelf for some ingredients, his shirt riding up somewhat and just the vague outline of his arms through his long sleeve pajamas.

“What was that?” He turned to you with one brow raised, not of suspicion but as an innocent question.

“Oh, nothing, thanks for offering to cook dude” You give a soft smile, tearing your eyes away from anything that wasn’t his eyes.

Soon enough he led you back to the kitchen, and the two of you made small talk as you sat on the counter watching him cook. He rolled his sleeves up, and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You’d been panicking enough as is, let alone with him doing that. You leaned back on the counter and stared at the ceiling. You didn’t talk to him enough, you were being weird.

In the middle of adding some finishing touches, it seemed something clicked in Hunk’s mind as his jaw dropped and he pointed towards your shirt enthusiastically. “You’re a fan of B/N too???” he exclaimed, obviously trying hard to keep his voice down. Your face lit up, bouncing up and down on the counter. You found another fan! Not only that, you finally had something to talk about.

The two of you put food on your plates, sitting on the floor next to each other against the counter. You talked about the band, upcoming assignments, and anything you could come up with to keep talking. Something seemed to shine in his eyes when he spoke to you. The dim lighting gave him a soft glow, perfect to match the contented look he gave you. The way his eyes and smile were relaxed, you couldn’t tell if it was real or delusion that caused him to admire you as if you were a painting. As if you were a clear river on a summer day, or a warm cup of tea on a cold winter night. You were the only one alive tonight as the both of you grabbed desperately at any topic you could think of to keep the night going. Though you had already washed your dishes and put everything away you still talked.

As if an act from some higher power, just as the two of you began running out of things to talk about, the both of you heard steps approaching the kitchen. “SHIT,” You murmured, looking around for a place to hide when Hunk grabbed your hand and started speed walking to the back corner of the kitchen. “What are you doing? There’s nowhere to hide here!” You panicked, still not letting go, however. “There’s a back door!” He rushed out, pulling another key from his pocket and rushing out with you. You had to keep from giggling a little as you both ran down the hall, soon enough far from the kitchen and consequently, far from harm. You faced each other and held both hands in the excitement, but as that died down you came to realize your position. You both let go, looking away with blushes on your faces as you laughed it off. “Well, I guess that’s it. See you in class tomorrow?” You smiled up at him, not having to wait long for an answer as he nodded his head fervently at the idea. “Yes! I’ll see you!” He clasped his hands together, waving bye as he ran off towards his dorm, you doing the same.

You snuck back into your room, hopping into your bed joyfully and trying your damndest to be quiet as you kicked your legs and finally let out an excited giggle. “What’s got you all excited?” Your roomie interrogated from their own bed, wiggling their eyebrows despite the darkness hiding them. “Don’t tell me- another run-in with your little dream boat?” They joked, holding their head up with their hands. “Maybeeee,” you drew out, rolling over to face them. “NO WAY.” Jumping out of their bed at an unmatched speed and into yours, “EXPLAIN, NOW!”

You recounted the events, giggles and remarks quiet under the sound of your other roommate snoring in a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the same thing was happening in Hunk’s dorm. Lo and behold, he also had an out-of-control crush on you that he couldn’t bring himself to make a move. Lance was promising him that if he didn’t make a move he would for him, and this would not be forgotten quickly. Not by the two of you, nor your nosy roomies. Or the staff that failed to catch you. This time.

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It's definitely been a hot minute since I've written anything, so excuse the quality. Hope you enjoyed it! More to come for Hunk because he doesn't get nearly enough love. Have a good day/night, and a great life!!

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rainytomorrows · 10 months

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(Voltron) Hunk x alt!reader | Kitchen Quest

Hey, y'all! I know I pride myself in my extremely neutral fics but honestly. I really need a lil more of a personal fic tonight. It shouldn't change too much, but I am SO SO SO sorry to my tall readers Y/N is gonna be my height for this one. Also shouldn't matter too much but you know. There is a violent lack of Hunk fics he needs so much more love. Though I have yet to rewatch the garrison parts, if anything is inaccurate, that is my lack of checking. Now that I've stated tonight's selfish corrections, here we go! (1,737 words) ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

You stood up, trying to stay quiet as you slipped into some less revealing pajamas and slippers. You weren’t planning on getting caught sneaking into the cafeteria for a midnight snack, but better to plan for it rather than be seen in your boxers and oversized band shirt. It was cold as balls out there anyway. So now you rocked your faded old metal-band shirt (one you had to print in an old class you had, seeing as it was some old band with a total of like ten fans), black sweatpants, and black slides. Most of your piercings had been replaced with more comfortable ones, such as flat backs on your ears. You were very surprised you didn’t have to take them out for the class, but you would probably have to eventually if you were going to space.

“Tsuyoshi! Shit, hey, you scared me, don’t snitch please I’m begging,” you put your hands together in a prayer motion, willing yourself not to pay too much attention to the way the single light you turned on seemed to highlight him deliciously. As he stood in front, and technically above you, the soft light graced his face in a resplendent atmosphere. His reflection sparkled in your eyes as you stuttered ever so slightly in your words. He raised his hands in front of him in a show of alliance, shaking them as if to say ‘You’re all good’.

“I thought they had chips, where are they?” You questioned quietly, hoping he knew.

“What was that?” He turned to you with one brow raised, not of suspicion but as an innocent question.

“Oh, nothing, thanks for offering to cook dude” You give a soft smile, tearing your eyes away from anything that wasn’t his eyes.

You recounted the events, giggles and remarks quiet under the sound of your other roommate snoring in a deep sleep.

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It's definitely been a hot minute since I've written anything, so excuse the quality. Hope you enjoyed it! After I rewatch some more of the beginning, I plan on either writing more one-shots or a larger story on AO3. Anyhow, hopefully, more to come for Hunk because he doesn't get nearly enough love. Have a good day/night, and a great life!!

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rainytomorrows · 1 year

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Just started watching The Last Of Us and watched the Mario movie

Possible Joel x reader because I cannot control myself and I gain crushes on people from every series. ALSO!!! POSSIBLE MARIO MOVIE FICS!!! Probably either reader x Luigi ORRRRR maybe Luigi and Bowser? No one truly knows the future until it arrives. In the end, it is your choice alone to either hope or fear for the remainder of your life.

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rainytomorrows · 1 year

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Shot by you (NSFW fic requested by my friend)

TW/CW: Sex, death (shot) Essentially, they asked that I take two types of guns (they chose the two), personify them, and get 'em to bang. Not what I normally write, I avoid sex scenes, but here's this.

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Mp7a1 and Kriss Vector knew each other for a while before the army, but somehow. Their enlistment had just made things different. Mp7a1 had found some sort of solace, a sort of calmness in the prescence of Kriss.

So now that it was about 21:30, a half hour after he and the rest of the men were sent to bed, all he could think of was Kriss. Hours go by, until it was now 23:00, and there was no progress made. In a frustrated huff, Mp7a1 grabbed a cig and a lighter, walking outside to calm his nerves a bit. When that didn’t work, he couldn’t help but feel a bit hopeless.

“God, damn it.” Mp7a1 put his cig out and threw it into the nearest trash, throwing it in frustration. Not doing much as it was just the butt of a cigarete. Walking back inside and, with another huff, sat on the edge of his bed. Reached for his phone, staring at the password more than the actual time before finally giving in.

Kriss was the bed above his, so it wasn’t a terrible task to get to him. That didn’t deny how nervous he was though. He strained to reach his view over the bed, gently shaking him on the shoulder.

“Hmng, man what time is it?” “About 23:20,” Mp7a1 whispered, accent thick even in the quiet night

“So you were aware of what time it was before waking me up?” Kriss yawns out, exhausted. “Whatever whatever, wanna spar?” “Mp7a1, are you out of your mind?” Kriss tried to soften his tone, struggling. “Please? I can’t sleep just help me out, man.”

Normally Kriss would just reiterate that he was out of his goddamn mind waking him up at midnight to spar when they had to get up at 5 am tomorrow. Softly, but he would. But, his puppy dog eyes and honestly the angle he was asking from was enough to take hold of his stronghold willpower. Looking up in what might have been a vain attempt to hide a feathered blush, already hidden in the dark.

“God… fucking. Fine whatever.” Kriss sighed out, but in the way a fruity bastard would. Yk?

Mp7a1 (Quietly) jumped for joy as Kriss begrudgingly made his way out of the bunk. Mp7a1’s heart beats a bit faster, short of breath as they snuck out together to the sparring room. Opening the door as quietly as possible and rushing in, closing it slower than it was opened.

“I’m gonna beat your ass, gettin’ me up this early…” Kriss breathed out, getting right in Mp7a1’s face. “Right, suuure. You love spending time with me and you know it.” He barked back, teasingly shortening the gap between them. His eyes lidded ever so slightly, pulling a smug grin up his face. Cutting it short, Kriss turns away towards the center of the room, which held an average-sized mat to spar on. “Come on, let’s go.” Kriss smiled a bit, head turned just enough that Mp7a1 almost couldn’t tell.

Mp7a1 followed Kriss across the room to the matt in a trance, hypnotized by the sight of his hips swaying like a pendulum. Nearly knocking into him at the end. Not knowing where it came from, Kriss took a singular hit from a crack pipe before throwing it down and lunging at Mp7a1. They rolled around on the floor, throwing punches and struggling for the high ground every moment that they spent on the floor.

Light touches did not go unnoticed, grazes against the leg and firm grip on the hips. A sort of unspoken aknowledgement that there was something under the sparring, something more happening under the surface that wasn’t verbally aforementioned.

Suddenly, mid-fight, Kriss stopped dead in his tracks. Shooting looks up and down at Mp7a1, who was stuck under him. “Dude, what’s your deal?” Mp7a1 practically squeaked out. Met with what was originally just a short parade of “uhh”s and “hm”s as the silence in the room grew louder.

“... You got an issue down there”

“Oh- listen man I’m sorry”

“Did I say I was mad?”

“What?” “Did I say I was mad?” “…no?”

“what do you want to do about this.”

Mp7a1 Looked down, to his sides, anywhere but Kriss’s face. “Mp, look at me,” Kriss said gently, trying to gain his attention but Mp7a1 just wouldn’t. “Mp, please” he still wouldn’t, a blush slowly rising to his cheeks as Kriss admittedly got less and less patient. Kriss took Mp7a1 by the chin, hands grabbing firmly yet also somehow gentle. A whimper arose from Mp7a1 as his back arched just slightly off the floor in response, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment before Kriss managed to speak up. “Do you want me to help you or not Mp? I want you to use your words.” Mp7a1 had a desperate look on his face, smirking with his eyebrows pointed upwards, yet still somehow shameful. Confidence slowly rising to the surface, visually.

“I want you to take care of it for me, Kriss.” he was stunned, greatly from the violent switch. Mp7a1 grabbed the dip in Kriss’s back, pulling him down onto him and kissing him precisely on his mouth. Heat building up between them, as the tenseness melted and they fell into each other. Mp7a1 continuing to arch into Kriss in a constant desperate search for more touch, more contact. Grabbing with such an dire need to be in the other that they could barely get anything done.

Mp7a1 flipped Kriss onto his back, straddling him as he ripped off his clothes in a feverish haze to get it started. Kriss was left to watch, absolutely awestruck. Mp7a1 managed to get rid of his shirt and shorts, but before he could get to his boxers Kriss grabbed him by the hips, holding him there. Kriss was panting and unable to get much out, but it seemed like Mp7a1 understood. Sitting half naked as Kriss basked in it for another minute. Mp7a1’s shit eating smirk almost filling the room with a certain type of air Kriss couldn’t describe as anything but intoxicating. “I just, hng, you look so good. I need you but, hhn, I need to look at you for a second.” Kriss managed out, moving one hand to ghost his cheek as gently as he could manage. The friction was starting to become unbearable. Mp7a1’s smirk not entirely dissapearing, but definitely dissipating with his confidence as he followed the urge to move his hips. He needed the movement, if only he could get just a little more.

Kriss noticed this, returning the hand to his hip and moving him along. “Yeah? You like that Mp? You want more?” There was barely room for hesitation as Mp7a1 groaned out a struggled “Yes, please Kriss I need this please I’m begging you,” Kriss immediately sat up from his position, knocking Mp7a1 back under as he hooked his thumbs under Mp7a1’s boxers, sweeping them off with the help of Mp7a1. Boioioioing! Mp7a1’s shlong swung out as Kriss grazed his hands over Mp7a1’s skin, who shivered at the contact. Squirming around as much as possible with how Kriss was holding him down in something relating to missionary position. One hand pulling down his pants, that sick ass multitasking yk got Mp7a1 blushing n shit.

“You ok? You sure you’re ready?” “Of course I’m ready asshooo-ah-”

Kriss slipped in, barely containing himself as he struggled to keep his breath even. Left hand grasping on the floor, right still holding steady on Mp7a1 who’s hands were on Kriss’s shoulders. Kriss started out sloppy, slow thrusts struggling to make their mark as his knees went weak. “God… you’re so pretty you know that Mp7a1? I love you so much, I love you, I love- you-” he whispered lovingly right next to his head. Mp7a1 tried to reply, a mixed bag of groans moans n gasps being the only thing to escape as Kriss’s thrusts eventually started to become faster and more precise. Getting into an exact rhythm that left Mp7a1 unable to even remember his name, nothing but Kriss.

Before Kriss could get done, Mp7a1 grabbed at his hip and stopped him. Gasping for air as he tried his best to get the words out. “I wan, wanna, mouth.”

Kriss got up, Mp7a1 weakly following suit as he grasped at Kriss’s personal Glock cock and started to stroke. With all the previous babbling and squirming it was an extreme surprise how well he was doing, slowly starting to use his mouth from the tip. Kriss’s hands ventured to his hair, grasping and guiding him along best he could. They could swear they heard the word ‘justice’ shouted from somewhere outside, but they were so focused on each other and their noises that the outside didn’t matter. They didn’t care. It reached the end, as Kriss got to his end he buckled at the knees, seeing stars as white filled his vision and Mp7a1 continued to suck even past the finish line. Though put to a quick end as Kriss came a bullet right through Mp7a1’s head. He was left to grieve alone, in the middle of the night, on a hot and sweaty sparring mat.

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Hey guys! I’m working on a fic in AO3 in case you wanted to check it out, enjoy the first chapter here, or on AO3!

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Connor/Reader Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Y/N is a therapist/counselor recently hired to the DPD, (I wanted to make it cafe worker or something but plot needed them in the station). You eventually work out Connor's feelings with him, and maybe even become the reason he deviates.

With the rise of deviant cases, it has brought a lot of traumatic experiences for cops. There was a large surplus of dead bodies, androids and living people. Normally they’d have an android counselor for cops considering traumatic experiences is a normal occurrence for the job. However their android counselor had deviated and killed a cop it was meeting with. Leaving you as its replacement, at least for now.

You walked into the DPD, following a nice lady you met at the front desk to your new office. You were balancing a slightly heavy box of things, just about able to see over the things you placed in it. She had offered to help you carry your things but unfortunately your pride took you over this time, and you were stuck with it. The office was currently very empty, as you are only now occupying it. It was up to you to decorate comfortably now. No one was going to be comfortable counseling in a minimalistic white office, it felt almost threatening honestly. The room was also unreasonably cold and had no thermostat in sight, you might have to resort to getting a portable room heater and fan at some point to control the temperature of your office yourself.

After some much needed basic decorating and adjusting, you had decided to walk around for a light look. Finding the break room, you stopped to make some tea. Opening the bag, and placing it in the cup along with the boiling water beside you. You took a scan around the room, you'd have to become familiar with these people, as you'd be their therapist pretty soon. The android uprising definitely left you with some thought. Need be, would you attempt to therapies an android? I mean. Probably.

Your original peace and observing was disrupted when about three people entered the break room at different times. This asshat Reed and some woman, followed by an android whose formal wear read 'RK800'. He was pretty tall, built average but still looked pretty strong. A sharp jawline, soft face to match. He was definitely pretty damn handsome. If the android uprising meant you could date him eventually? Nah. Can't be thinking shit like that you don't even know him yet.

Wellllllll,

As you suspected and observed, Reed was a total ass. That asshole fucked with this Connor dude the whole damn time. You felt sorry for the dude. he might be an android but your new mission was to be this guy's friend. And also the really funny old man he happens to be partners with.

The next morning you woke up in your apartment, the light not yet streaming through your window as you reached to turn off your alarm. Yay, 5 AM. You have to be early because the rest of them are and apparently you gotta follow loosely their schedule too. You got out of bed, not sure whether you wanted to have a really cool outfit or get it over with. Trudging over to the closet, you took off your pj's to put on some distressed black jeans with a bunch of safety pins you forgot to take out (paired with a really cool belt), some canvas boots, a Korn shirt, and a slightly over sized black sweater with a couple pins here and there.

Breakfast takes too long for something that starts right when you wake up, so thank the lord you made a shit ton of pancakes a couple days ago to pop in the microwave in the mornings. You warmed up some leftover pancakes, and ate them at your kitchen counter. Looking over at the time, 5:21. You had to be there at the latest around 7:30, but the police station was near the local cafe. Which was a couple minutes drive from your apartment, not terribly long of a walk if need be. You could make a habit of saving money if you walked there on slow days. You didn't entirely enjoy being so near the police station, but since it was your job now it was very convenient.

On your way out you grabbed a snowflake obsidian necklace and some rings, along with your bag. As you walked into the hall and out to your car, you checked your wallet for cash to see if you had enough money for a drink at the cafe this morning. As you looked down at your phone to see it was 5:55, you noticed you had extra time to stop by and grab something. Seeing as you had extra money and it was your second day at the job, you deserved something nice.

When you parked your car you could swear you saw your coworker there. Could you call them coworkers? Is client a better descriptor here? whatever. You sort of hoped you wouldn't need to meet someone at this very moment, but you also still wanted a nice warm drink. You walked in, spotting three of your coworkers. One was enough. Gathering the info you had so far, it seemed to be Reed bothering the old man and the robot. That man's assholery had no bounds, or territory, apparently.

This morning was a good morning for a hot chocolate, but right as you were going to step up and order one Reed gave the android dude a light shove. Not too bad, but bad enough to push him into you. The poor dude apologized to you, as if you didn't just watch him get shoved by dick-mcgee here.

"No no it's ok, I'm Y/N. I believe we work at the same place? The DPD?" "Oh- yes. We do. I am Connor. pleased to meet you."

He had a nice voice. Something swelled in your stomach, but not a total lot. you weren't gonna burst or anything. You looked back at the counter- "Oh shit- sorry" embarrassed you had been accidentally holding up the line. Quickly ordering and stepping aside to continue conversation.

Reed tried to butt in, as technically you totally interrupted him. But you shut him down enough for him to give up. he was getting very annoying, and you started to think it should be very illegal to let this man have any sort of caffeine before 8:00 AM.

Turned out Connor was very nice, The old man was too but in the sarcastic 'I am a hurt soul' kinda way. You originally planned on listening to some music and getting to your office early to settle in and get ready for the day. You ended up instead talking to them, driving to the station to meet them, and talking a slight bit more. Hank had shown you his music at some point, and you both bonded over listening to the same band.

Connor and Hank were growing on you, pretty fast. Maybe if they both have some unresolved issues you'll be seeing them more often, or you could be fucking normal and invite them for coffee sometime. Either way, more time with them would be nice. Reed has a lot of obvious issues but he also doesn't seem like the type to ask for help so that's just a complicated situation.

That day did happen to be slow, as most people's first Tuesday at work would be. It would take a while for people to be comfortable with you, as of now you're just a stranger in the office. Whatever extra time you had was way too much at the moment, and found yourself thankful your office space wasn't where everyone could see it. While the purpose of that is so that clients don't feel exposed, right now it was just good to not have to try as hard to look busy. The lack of friendly feelings going on in your office so far has given you nearly no work.

But you wouldn't exactly say the work you DID get so far was exactly useful. As you found some of the officers only came to your office to waste time. Not that you distrust your coworkers, but they definitely weren't actually that distraught over last week's shoplifting incident. If this was the work ethic the DPD had, no wonder people were being murdered by androids so often.

Although you never seemed to see Connor and Lieutenant Anderson. They must be the ones keeping this place together, as they seemed to be the only ones to ever work. Every time your shift ended and you'd try to invite them for coffee, they were busy. Sometimes the busywork Anderson happened to have was just drinking his ass off of his back, but Connor never seemed to stop working. You couldn't say you were very fond of his extreme deviant hunting, but he was programmed for that. It's not his fault.

You had to figure out how to invite them somewhere, you'd leave a note but is that awkward? Using a note to invite them to coffee? Especially this early, and with one of them being seen by most people as a non-sentient robot. But with how Reed had been trying to either hate on you or flirt with you, it was preferable that you didn't have a free hour for him to sneak into after work this Friday.

As of now, you had to write notes on how emotionally drained Reed was to have to work so close to androids, allegedly. Everything was going so slow you might refer yourself to a therapist.

The days (day) passed and it was now Thursday. Day four of working here and it felt like it had been years, while you still had the experience of a couple hours. You still hadn't had a lot of work, but people were slowly warming up to you. Soon enough you could get started on some actual work. As far as being a passive counselor at the DPD could get you with work, anyways. Not only did you need to get close to your coworkers so you could actually do something every once in a while, you wanted to have some friends here. It's totally lonely and small talk is really awkward.

As of now, your best developed relationship has been Connor. He was very helpful, so when he wasn't working on a case and could tell you needed help, he did. Technically your BEST developed relationship was Reed, but that was very one sided. He was warming up to you strangely fast. If only you could get some of your other coworkers to warm up to you as fast as he did, but that was hopeful. You continued to try and get a perfect amount of please-like-me into your work life with not much luck. Then again it's only Thursday.

Time passed aggravatingly slow, and no one had visited you yet. Most of your time today had been spent doing small side jobs for extra money. Someone nearly caught you on your lunch break writing some robot love story one-shot some stranger had paid you $60 to write, for some reason they thought they needed to add a huge tip to buy your silence. You'd make a jab at them, but you couldn't honestly say that you haven't entertained that idea yourself. You were probably burning more than your paycheck in how much tea you take from the break room. There wasn't much to do ever, it was an activity and most times it was like autopilot. However Reed thought you were very much piloting your plane into his area and 'took action'. "Care to explain why you want to see me so badly?" "Hello to you too Reed. I wanted tea." "For the third time today?" "Yes." Connor and Hank were getting back from finishing a case, so since they had free time Hank was going to get a coffee with Connor following suit to speak with Hank about any details that may pertain to future cases. Right around when Connor was passing by, Reed had tried to 'spill' some of his water onto your clothes. Which didn't consist of a thousand layers today. Connor probably didn't catch that this was a dick move from Reed, but he did catch the cup.

Was it a total perv scheme from Reed that tempted you to report him? Yeah sure. But- and big but here. This gave you a good chance to talk to the hot android man, and for a short period of time admire his face and build when he was handing Reed his cup back, which you may note. It felt a little bit petty when a small amount of water splashed back onto Reed when it was handed back.

You were going to thank him for saving the spill, maybe ask if he'd like to hang sometime. Unfortunately for you, you're a dumb-fuck simp and was absolutely astounded by his gaze when he politely side-eyed you and nodded with a small smile. You couldn't remember if you already said thank you yet, honestly you might've. The whole office could have noticed your momentary slack-jaw reaction to that but most of them were busy actually doing their jobs.

God's hands must have been the ones to pick your jaw up off the floor, because you were hit upside the face with luck to hear the next part of Hank and Connor's conversation. a recent case had compromised Hank's house, where Connor was also staying. You weren't sure why but they were partners so surely there was some sort of reason Hank and Connor needed to stay together. Anyway, Hank's house had been partially destroyed in an accident and needed to be fixed. He and Connor needed a new place to stay for the time being, but neither of them really had a huge amount of friends. Finding a place to stay would either be difficult, or cost money. However, you had room in your apartment and never had anyone over. Would it hurt to offer up a place to stay? You could change your lifestyle up a little bit to be more accommodating, and this could get you closer to two of your (currently favorite) coworkers. They continued to talk about how difficult it may be to find a place to stay, almost urging you to step forwards. You gripped at your pants slightly, a little bit of metal in your grasp interrupting the feeling of fabric. Momentarily you pushed a gulp down your throat, walking forwards and gaining the attention of the two. "I wouldn't mind letting you two stay at my place if need be? I have a pull out couch and an office space, I could turn either my living room or that into an extra room for y'all." You had to admit now, you were VERY new to the office. This was some sort of dedication inviting two of your coworkers to live in your home four days into working there. They both similarly had to wonder if this made you very kind and trustworthy, or way too stupid and naive to work here. Your biggest worry however was whether or not you remembered to tidy up your apartment recently.

Connor was surprisingly open to the idea. Then again, he's a hyper-aware detective android with who-knows what features so it's not like it could go very wrong for him. Only real worry would be Hank's safety, and technically yours. You finally finished your tea and arranged what was going to happen, the move shouldn't be hard as he doesn't own a lot, and most of Hank's belongings were already moved into storage short after the incident. Going back to your office your chest swelled, and you continued on with work. They should be at your house around 7:30 PM, you get off at 5:50 Pm. This gave you a decent amount of time to look okay, both yourself and the apartment. The rest of your shift felt very quick. You could only anticipate the hours following 5:30 and 7:00.

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Shiro x Allura | Alladin AU

Suggested by @princeasimdiya12 Thank you to the person that suggested this AU as an idea, I hope you enjoy how it turned out! I apologize that due to personal issues it took forever, and was cut extremely short.

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Allura's dress flowed gracefully behind her as she made her way across the courtyard. It was a lavish set of gifts, sure, but she hadn't yet formed an opinion on the so-called prince yet and therefore couldn't form a lot of liking to him yet. All gifts from a man named Prince "Takashi", unheard of but she had a reputation. He's visiting royalty whether or not she had never heard of him, and she had to be graceful. "I am a mature woman. I am respectful." Allura whispered to herself before greeting his friend, his skin was strangely a slight shade of blue. Who knows what caused that, but it was not her business.

The prince she had heard of though, he had not acted very. Princely. He was very nervous, did not start off with any sort of annoying overbearing professionalism the other stuck up kings in waiting did. Once again however, not long enough to form an opinion.

Allura was a smart lady. One might even say she was a largely calculated lady. For all she knows he's just the same as the rest!

The day went on as he had met her family, and became familiar with the castle. Allura was not interested in some new prince inviting himself into her family's quarters, however charming she may find him so far.

She had left into a garden with animals, she needed to clear her head today, and talking to something that can only really hiss or make other incomprehensible noises was very therapeutic. Charming? It's some new prince. Nothing new with him. nothing to be proud of. She spoke to the plants and flowers before her, white saxaul and blood lilys sprinkled across the other desert native plants. A well decorated garden, Allura could not fully comprehend just how the variety of animals was thriving here but they seemed content and healthy so she decided that was a question for another day. For now she would sit alone peacefully on the carefully crafted wooden bench, made to hold maybe three or four people. Normally just sits her alone.

As it turned out the prince was done with his tour and was allowed to roam freely around. Whose decision was that anyway? He sat near Allura, changing the earlier statement. As now two people were sitting at the bench. Where he had sat on the bench was slightly more rough than where she did, less worn and less sat on. Devoid of previous people.

He came off as strangely acquainted with the animals and plants. He sat, and rather than acting like some stuck up prince, he quietly observed the plants around him silently near Allura. Only breaking the silence to greet her and occasionally comment on the plants and animals. Compliments for the nicely arranged native plants and all.

He was audibly very nervous, it was charming, in a way. He reminded her of a man she met in the city once, an old fling she had while sneaking out of the house. If old meant like maybe a week or so ago.

His eyes shined like the sands she witnessed upon the flying carpet, and for a moment she noticed how similarly they looked. How similarly they acted. The same cute glint in their eyes and the cute posture they kept.

Maybe he truly was different from the other princes?

That conclusion had continued to come to fruition throughout the following months, until it had been years. Their wedding day was now in 6 days, and time felt fast.

Coran spoke with the tailors, putting finishing touches on the dress the night before the wedding. Allura was ecstatic, and Shiro could not hold in his excitement. All his work to impress Allura felt like yesterday, and now they are getting married.

The night nearly flew by, and to go along with marriage traditions they did not see each other the next morning. Seeing Allura come down the isle was magical, Shiro could barely contain his tears as her dress flowed behind her. She practically glowed. Coran sat in the front row, smile gracing his face as Allura met Shiro in the front. The vows started, and seemingly ended just as fast. They were so happy, time flew by with the sparks in the air.

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Hello! I will not be writing for a while after this. With me getting covid, all the family drama, court, etc etc, I'm having a lot of trouble doing any of my hobbies. I need to focus on stuff like making sure my brother stays in a safe home. I am ashamed to say I am not one of the badass writers that make shit in the worst of conditions. I hope to prevail and write more and better soon.

Have a good day/night, and a great life!

#voltron fandom #voltron legendary defender #voltron #alladin #au #fanfiction #fantasy #fan fiction #fanfic #vld fandom #vld #vld fanfic #vld allura #vld shiro

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I apologize for this news

Things have been very hard over here for the past year or so. After I complete my current commission, I will likely not be taking any more at least for a considerable amount of time. In other news, I am getting back into DBH and might write something for that.

Reminder that I have a discord server, here.

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An apology (and slight vent)

I am so sorry for my lack of work and stories on here. I have been absolutely piled under work and my family is a total mess right now. I'm gonna be buried under more than just work if I don't spend all my free time trying to catch up. On top of that, my dad has been starting stuff with the rest of my family and I've been hearing a lot of fights and doors slamming for a bit. On my birthday recently me and my family also got in an argument and my dad threw my phone around the house, which has made any use of technology in the house difficult. Which is pretty much the only place I write from. I will get back to writing as soon as everything calms down, but for now I regrettably have to focus on making sure my family doesn't blow up with me in the middle. Writing this has been difficult because I'm flinching at every fuckin noise. I will try to write when I can, have a good day/night and a great life!

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rainytomorrows · 2 years

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New fandom

Somewhat ashamed to announce that I am rewatching Voltron. Currently on season two, it is reasonable to assume I might write some fanfictions for this. Remember, you can suggest fan fictions for me to write. Try not to spoil anything for me.

A note beforehand- I am against writing anything along the lines of incest, pedophilia, and so forth. I am against things such as pro-shipping and I am personally uncomfortable writing such topics.

#fandom #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #vld x reader #vld fandom #storyrequests #fic request #voltron fandom

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Monty x Freddy x Reader (poly) | Five nights with two guys

Sorry about the title I genuinely couldn't think of a better one. Despite my efforts tumblr deleted everything I wrote several times again. I can NOT stop thinking of competing to dating pipeline so here this is. I hope you enjoy!

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If Freddy and Monty had one thing in common, it's what they wanted. They weren't sure what it was exactly, but what they WERE sure of was that you were a part of it.

Monday arrives as you come into work again, uniform on and wearing your name tag. You could barely walk through the door without the two noticing you had arrived. They were infatuated.

They liked you. They needed to impress you.

Eventually they had been spending weeks on this. Every night you would come to work and they would try and impress you at every turn. It was becoming confusing for you, as they were both attractive to you as the nights continued.

Whether it be Freddy talking to you about your interests and Monty one upping him on his knowledge of the subject, or Monty picking you up only for Freddy to take you and pick you up with one arm. They had always found more ways to make you laugh for blush.

Today was Friday, it soon arrived as the two animatronics made a point of making each and every week very eventful. They were performing a big show for the end of the week, as they didn't do as much on weekends to spare the poor teenagers working there.

You had gained a seat near the front, in case you spot any misconduct. Basically you just had to either stop what was happening or report it to nearby security guards. You had hoped you wouldn't have to do any of the sort tonight.

They had continued the show and you had faced minimal problems. One person threw a wrapper on the ground in front of you so, out of politeness you threw it away but not much aside from that.

You looked up to the concert, Roxy and Chica on both sides of Monty and Freddy who had been in the middle. At some point Freddy and Monty met in the direct middle in front of you. They leaned on each other shoulder to shoulder and made direct eye contact with you, winking. You felt like one of those awkward rom-coms and giggled, covering your face a bit. The both of them on stage trying to wink at you was just a lil bit funny.

The performance continued and they were filled with joy. Not noticing how they felt. They weren't competing this time, just trying to make you even happier mid-concert. The sight of your eyes nearly glowing, covering your face as a smile spread across it. The smile didn't leave for the whole concert, and nothing could have made them happier than that in the moment.

After the concert you did a sweep to check for lost children and anything notable. Once your job was done you made a trip backstage to check on all the animatronics. Chica and Roxy saw you first, they never seemed to be apart these days which was kinda cute to you. Chica hugged you and Roxy dragged her off somewhere, presumably to eat or play games. They liked to do stuff together after concerts.

You found Freddy and Monty, Freddy seemed to have some food on him, maybe someone threw something on stage when you weren't looking. You had hoped that wouldn't affect your paycheck, or Freddy for that matter.

You dug around a box, finding some cleaning supplies and bringing it over to the two of them. Freddy was sitting on a couch while Monty leaned over the edge of it. Monty had found himself 'jealous' of Freddy. He admired his calm expression, the way he sat even. He was always kind and collected. Monty had loved that about him, but had assumed this is what jealousy was.

You leaned over Freddy with the cleaning supplies, quickly ridding him of the grime. You had not noticed their expressions, apologizing to them for 'rude ass customers'. You placed the cleaning supplies to the side, but thought you saw something on his cheek. You leaned in to check, when Freddy took the opportunity as he saw it.

He held your face soothingly with both hands, looking into your eyes with love written across his face. "Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours."

You heard a laugh, and of course it was Monty. "Yeah, how about you keep 'em on me?" He grabbed your chin, bringing your gaze to him. He had meant to look cool and tough, but he was gentle. Half lidded eyes simply taking in your exquisiteness.

This moment was realization hitting them like a truck. Monty liked when you blushed when Freddy impressed you, and vise versa. Did they even care who flustered you as long as it was the two of them?

The room had become more noticeable now. The dark room and the doorway making small shapes of light on everyone's faces. The whirs of air conditioning and various other mechanics over powered by your breathing. The creak in the couch that came forward every time someone moved. You were soothed by the simplicity of the moment. Nothing was big (minus the two in front of you). Even the sounds and the lights felt small to you. The moment could last eons before you got tired of it.

But it had to end at some point. Freddy finally got up and hugged you, joined by Monty. It was a big warm group hug. Wouldn't be your very first idea of romance, but it was spectacular.

Weeks went on and on again, this time instead of constant competition (though they still tried to impress you very often) you all loved each other equally. You weren't sure how it would end nor how it would last, but for now it was just how you'd like it.

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FINALLY trying to write that was a NIGHTMARE. I'm so sorry Tumblr kept fuckin it up, it's like the website didn't want this to happen. I wish I could have made it better and longer but at this point imma just post it. Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/night, and a great life!

#freddy #five nights at freddy's #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #monty #security breach monty #montgomery gator #glamrock #glamrock animatronics #fnaf security breach #security breach #security breach fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf

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Security breach | head canons pt 2 (crush edition)

What I head canon the characters would do if they had a crush on you. Lets get into it, enjoy! ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Freddy -So sweet oh my god -He probably takes notes tbh. Like your favorite pizza and all that -If Gregory isn't in his chest cavity there's a first aid kit or a gift in there. Literally always prepared to help -Idk I just see him as like- COMMITTED. Some may say its a bit much but he just wants you to be in absolute bliss and safety around him -Once he gave you a band aid with his face on it and you were silent, he never did it again. (I'm assuming it was a "oh that's cute" silence but its up to interpretation) -Gave you a little top hat to match him once it was adorable -When he finds lost coins he puts them together and gives them to you so you guys can play arcade games together

Monty -He doesn't know whether to be sweet or bully you -"He's a tsundere" I can't see it he seems so blunt -If he doesn't admit his crush quickly he just openly teases you all the time -Once he literally went through the trouble to pretend to be missing so he could (gently) tackle you from behind (The others knew it was fake but he asked them to go with his plan) -You know when a dog jumps on you because they're excited? He told you that's what you look like when you run up to hug him. Makes fun of you but makes sure you know its all with loving intent -Made you wear cat ears once (my oc is a catgirl so if that's your case too just- you already had em) and you had to wear them on stage to introduce them, Monty would NOT stop patting your head and all that. Don't let him know if you enjoy it he'll never let it go. Ever. -Definitely flexes his strength around you. Will randomly pick you up just for shits and giggles

Roxy -Also bullies you with love and flexes her strength -I just feel like her and Monty are really similar -She won't admit she likes you half as easy though, if you mention it she'll get all flustered and deny it and make a bunch of half assed misdirects -"NO! YOU DO!" half of me is pained to head canon that she isn't just super tough super strong always confident woman but, come on look at her. -Gives you gifts when you aren't looking but also puts her name on it and makes sure you know SHE gave it to you and no one else -Sleepovers. She tries to be nonchalant about it but she really wants to "not cuddle" with you.

Chica -Takes time to make healthy recipes that taste like your favorite foods so you can eat them all the time no worries at all (like less stomach aches and cavities) -Makes you pizza so often you could live on it -SO SWEET OH MY GOD hypes you up so so often -Will literally spend hours complimenting you if need be -Will run little fashion shows with you after hours. Like she'll give you outfits to try on (ones that you like) -Like each outfit you go on the lifting stage and walk down, doesn't matter who of the gang attends she will clap and compliment you each and every time -Applies makeup on you if you want it and you'll look so nice with it

Sun/Moon -So many arts and crafts -Sun makes sure he gets your favorite color of everything. whether it be glitter glue or construction paper so on -Draws pictures for you all the time. Like all the time he'll come up to you and show you a picture of him and you hanging out together. (both of them) -Makes the best napping spots. If you're someone that struggles with sleep they make like "nests" and really good beds so you can sleep well, or at least rest.

Vanny -Literally insane I'm sorry -I don't have much to say she's just bat shit crazy -Watches you on the cameras probably -Will give you secret gifts as well but way creepier -I'm sorry if you like Vanny she's just- REALLY crazy

(BONUS) Map bots -Draws cute pictures on your maps -Might cut your maps into cute heart shapes or stars etc -Makes you hats and stuff out of maps

Hope you enjoyed! Head canons beloved <3

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