#and then finally getting to walk across the stage 🥺🥺

[norrussell]

Silver Springs | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x ex!fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: angsty with a hopeful ending

A/N: This is my first request ever and I hope I managed to fulfill the expectations. I took a little liberty and played with the style and format and just listening and studying the song made me want to write it this way. I'm sorry if this isn't what anon had in mind when requesting this so with that make sure to leave as much details as possible when requesting things if you want something specific. Feedback on this would be very much appreciated. 🥺🧡

You’ve found yourself thinking about Lando more regularly as of late. It has been ten months since your break up and you don’t remember feeling like this at the time. You guess you were in a state of denial, trying to convince yourself that the relationship was worth saving despite knowing that it wasn’t.

Of course, in the beginning everything was like a fairy tale. At first it was so wonderful that every ounce of you was convinced that it couldn't possibly get any better. And then, slowly, inevitably, the house of cards collapsed. Maybe that should've been your first clue, but every time you would stick your rose colored glasses further up your nose and focus harder on all those positive aspects of the relationship.

Time spent with Lando was the best time of your life. He always gave you the best he could offer. Taking you out on dates, vacations, accompanying him to races across the world... He truly gave you that only-girl-in-the-world experience. He was always there, present. Until he wasn't.

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Lando Norris. But there was no way you could've prepared yourself for how it would all end up.

He was a Formula One driver and his life was always going to be busy. The paparazzi, the rumors, the constant pressure of being in the public eye. It all took a toll on your relationship.

But what you didn't anticipate was how much time he would start spending away from you. It started off with a few missed calls and texts, but soon he was gone for days at a time without a word.

You tried to be understanding, knowing how demanding his job was, but it was hard not to feel neglected and unimportant. You tried to talk to him about it, but he always seemed to have an excuse or an apology that would temporarily ease your worry.

As the months went on, you began to realize that the relationship was becoming more and more one-sided. You were always the one making compromises, always the one putting in the effort to make things work.

One night, as Lando was getting ready to leave for yet another race, you finally confronted him about it. You told him how you felt and how you needed more from him. But instead of trying to work things out, he simply brushed you off and left without a second thought.

For the first time, you began to wonder if maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to walk away from a relationship that was causing you more pain than happiness.

It wasn't an easy call. You were still in love with him and a part of you wanted to believed that he loved you too. But you couldn't keep living like that when you knew you deserved more. So, after a lot of tears and internal conflict, you made the decision to end things with him.

He took it calmly. “Maybe it’s for the best. We’re at different stages in life-”

But you weren’t interested in reasoning. You were done.

Few days later as you sat alone in your room thinking about him, you couldn't help but wonder if it could all be different. Maybe if you had just tried harder, fought for the relationship a little more, things could've ended up differently. Maybe you could've been the one he came home to every night, instead of just another girl in his life. But relationships were a two way street and you couldn’t do it just on your own.

Months went by and slowly but surely, you started to heal. You threw yourself into work and hobbies, spending time with friends and family. You had to reduce your social media and tv time, fearing you’d accidentally see something about him, or maybe even search up his name on your own that would ruin all the progress you just made. Mutual friends had to be cut off too. Everything that even had a slightest relation to him had to be eliminated from your life so you wouldn't crumble back into old habits.

Finally, you were ready to try dating again. It felt strange to be putting yourself out there again, going out on dates here and there. And although nothing ever really clicked, it was working to distract and make you forget. Up until now.

He just crept into your thoughts on a random Tuesday. You scoffed, shaking them away. Then little (in)significant things started to happen. Like seeing number 4 everywhere in various combinations. You would turn on the radio and first thing you’d hear would be the song you two proclaimed to be yours one drunk night in a bar.

“Are you kidding me?!” you spat, turning the radio off. It wasn’t even a love song.

Dreams began next and they were so life-like that it was almost as if you had gone back in time. They would be so vivid, reminding you of his touch and sound of his voice. In one of them, you would be back together and he would be holding you in his arms. You’d feel safe and loved, just like you used to. One of those nights you woke up to the sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, but when you turned over it was just you and the void of the bedside he used to fill. Your eyes shifted to a digital clock on the nightstand. In hauntingly bold red it read 04:44 am.

And you really should’ve known better than to turn the tv on on weekends. Not every weekend, you reminded yourself, but really, what were the odds that you would catch him racing that Sunday?

You tried your best to ignore it all. Tried to push Lando back to the farthest corners of your mind. But every time you tried, he came back stronger, like a boomerang you couldn't escape from. It was like he was haunting you, his memory a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

It was frustrating. It was maddening. You didn't want to think about him anymore. You didn't want to care. You didn't want to love him.

When it all became too much, you decided to go for a walk to clear your head. You grabbed your coat and headed out the door, the cold afternoon air hitting you as you stepped outside. As you walked down the street, you realized that you were headed in the direction of the park where you and Lando used to go on picnics and take walks together. There was no point in avoiding going there now. Every part of the town was marked with the two of you in one way or the other.

As you walked through the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. You remembered how happy you used to be with Lando by your side, how the two of you laughed and talked for hours on end. You wondered if he ever thought about those moments, if he ever missed you. If he ever thought about you just in general. Your heart felt heavy as you thought about how things could have been different if only he had been willing to put in more effort into your relationship.

A sudden movement caught your eye and you turned to see a man walking towards you, his eyes locked onto yours. Your heart leaped out of your chest and you found yourself frozen in place. But the man who passed you wasn’t him. He might’ve had his hair or his eyes, but it wasn’t him. You closed your eyes and sighed a sigh of relief.

I’m starting to see things now, you thought to yourself, shaking the image away. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that type of encounter just yet anyway.

After a few minutes, you continued on your way and eventually found yourself in front of a cozy cafe. You looked up at the simple yet inviting storefront and decided this was as good a place as any to take a break. You opened the door and stepped inside, the warm atmosphere immediately embracing you like an old friend.

The cafe was quite busy with customers, but despite the crowd it still had an intimate feel to it. The smell of fresh coffee accompanied by the sound of jazz music created a relaxed atmosphere that made you forget all about your worries for a while. You walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of your favorite coffee blend before sitting down at one of the tables in the far corner.

-

He had thought about you a lot that summer. It wasn't just the memory of you that lingered in his mind; it was the way you made him feel. He missed the way your hand fit perfectly in his, and the sound of your laughter that could light up a room. He missed the long conversations you used to have over the phone when he was away, and the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about.

He had missed you, more than he was willing to admit to himself. He had tried to ignore his feelings, to push them down and pretend that he was perfectly okay without you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of your time together.

Sometimes the air would smell like your hair, the wind would caress his cheeks like you used to. He remembered the picnics in the park, the late night conversations, the lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddled up in bed on his weekends off before he would have to pack for another race week. He remembered how happy he used to be with you by his side, and he cursed himself for not realizing how much he needed you until it was too late.

Being without you on tracks was the worst. He didn’t know it would be like that when he had you calling before and after every session, giving him a false sense of security. He was racing for himself, building his career, but  he couldn't focus on anything else. The roar of the engines and the adrenaline rush of it all losing their appeal without you there to share it with him. He had to force himself to keep going, to keep racing, but every achievement felt hollow without you to celebrate with him.

But he never reached out to you. He never tried to make things right, even when he knew he was wrong. He was too prideful, too scared of rejection, too afraid of admitting that he had made a mistake. So he stayed away, hoping that time and distance would heal the wounds.

It was late autumn now and after yet another decent weekend, he decided to fly home for his week off and recharge. Maybe time spent with family and friends would help and stop you from creeping in his thoughts.

As he settled into his seat on the plane, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. His career progressed drastically since your split, but what did it matter? He only had himself to share his success with.

The flight was uneventful, and before he knew it, he was back in his hometown. He stepped off the plane and was greeted by the familiar faces of his family. Their hugs and laughter made him realize he was making yet another mistake. He missed you more than ever, and being home without you will only make it worse.

Lando tried to keep busy by spending time with his loved ones and focusing on his training. But it was like trying to hold back the tide with a broom, he couldn't escape the memories of you. The sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace. It was all too vivid in his mind, haunting him day and night.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he drove out in his car, desperate to find a way to move on. He had no destination in mind, and maybe driving to clear his head wasn’t ideal, but it was the only other thing he loved that he had left. And it was like universe was having a laugh at him, when he turned on the radio it was your song that was playing. He thought of changing the station, but his fingers lingered too long in the air over the button that he ended up listening to the whole thing.

As the last notes of the song faded away, Lando let out a heavy sigh and pulled over to the side of the road. He found himself parked in front of a cozy cafe that he had never noticed before. It looked warm and inviting, the smell of coffee wafting out to greet him. He found himself drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Without much thought, he opened the door and stepped inside. The sound of jazz music greeted him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he took in the warm atmosphere. He walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee before finding a seat at one of the tables.

Looking around, he spotted you purely accidentally, sipping coffee and reading a book. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you sit alone in the far corner. You looked beautiful, just as he remembered, with your hair falling in loose waves around your face. He couldn't believe it was you. The one person he had been thinking about for months was sitting just a few tables away from him.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, his heart racing with emotions he thought he had buried deep within. He tried to catch your eye, but you didn't look up from the book. He felt his heart sink as he realized that you didn't even know he was there.

Lando hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Part of him wanted to approach you and try to start a conversation, while the other part of him couldn't bear the thought of seeing you again after all this time. He had hurt you deeply, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to face the consequences of his actions.

But as he sat there, lost in thought, he suddenly realized that he couldn't just sit idly by and watch you from a distance. He had to do something, even if it meant facing his fears head-on. It was now or never.

He got up from his seat and slowly walked over to your table, his heart beating faster with every step. You finally looked up from your book as he approached, your eyes widening in surprise as you saw who was standing in front of you.

-

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Quickly you made a mental check on what day it was. Early Friday evening.

Lando sighed, nerves getting the best of him as he stood before you. “I’m… I came home for my week off.” he said, his voice sounding small and unsure.

“You have a week off,” you weren’t sure if you were asking him, accusing him, laughing at your own stupidity or a secret fourth thing.

He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes unable to meet yours. “You’re saying it like it’s a crime,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just didn’t expect to see you here on a weekend.” you defended, realizing you were setting yourself for a trap. Not every weekend.

“Were you hoping I was out of the country?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. He knew he was being defensive, but he couldn't help it. Being around you made him feel vulnerable, exposed.

Lando's question hung heavily in the air, his eyes still fixed on you. You felt a pang of guilt, knowing full well that you had been hoping to avoid him for a little while longer. But now that he was standing in front of you, you couldn't deny the pull you still felt towards him.

"I don't know what I was hoping for," you admitted, your eyes finally meeting his. "I just know I didn't expect to see you here."

"Neither did I," he said softly, taking a step closer to you. "But now that I am, can we talk?"

You looked at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, but different somehow. He seemed more vulnerable, more open than you remembered. It made your heart ache for him, but you tried to push the feeling away.

"Okay," you said, nodding your head. "Let's talk."

Lando let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing as he took a seat opposite of you.

“So, how have you been?” he asked, shuffling his feet slightly.

“I’ve been okay,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just trying to keep busy.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between you as you both tried to gather your thoughts. You couldn't help but notice how much he had changed since the last time you saw him. His hair was shorter, and he looked like he had put on some muscle. But it was his eyes that caught your attention the most. They looked tired and distant, like he had been carrying a heavy burden for a long time.

“How are-How are things with you?” you choked out.

Lando let out a small laugh, but it sounded hollow to your ears. "Things have been good, I guess," he said, his eyes flickering towards yours for a moment before darting away. "Work has been keeping me busy."

You nodded, not sure what to say. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him thriving without you. It didn't seem fair that he could move on so easily while you were still struggling in a way.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. "For everything. For how I treated you, for how I acted. I was a fool, and I should have never let you go."

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not.” he cut you off harshly. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve set my priorities straight.”

“But you did.” you smiled to hide the pain as you said that, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“I was wrong. I was so wrong.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lando could see the confusion and hurt written all over your face, and he knew that he had a lot to answer for. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before he spoke again.

“I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry.” he said. “I should have fought for you, instead of letting my pride get in the way. I missed you more than I could ever say, and being away from you only made me realize how much I need you in my life.”

You looked at him skeptically, unsure if you could believe him after all the pain he had caused you. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see the sincerity and regret that shone through.

“I don't know if you're ready to forgive me, and I don't expect you to right away,” he continued. “But I had to come and tell you how I feel and to try to make things right. If you’ll let me.”

He looked down as he finished his speech. You sat a few moments in silence, letting it all sink in before leaning over and reaching for his hand.

As soon as your fingers interlocked with his, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. It had been so long since you had touched him, and it felt like coming home.

“Lando,” you called, wanting him to look at you. You only continued when he did. “I already forgave you. But as for the rest… I will need some time.” you said softly, not wanting to give him false hope. “But I appreciate your apology.”

"I understand," he said, squeezing your hand gently. "I'll give you all the time you need. Just know that I'm here whenever you're ready."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It wasn't a complete resolution, but it was a start. You sat in silence for a few more minutes, just holding each other's hands, before you finally pulled away.

"I should get going," you said, grabbing your book and standing up.

“Let me drive you home.” Lando said, standing up as well.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were ready to spend more time alone with him. But as you looked into his earnest and apologetic gaze, you couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Okay," you said, a small smile creeping onto your face. "Let's go."

Lando walked you to his car, opening the door for you and then walking around to the driver's side. As he started the engine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. This was the same car he had driven you around in when you were together, and it felt strange to be sitting in it again.

The ride was mostly silent, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. But as you pulled up in front of your apartment building, Lando turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"I know I have a lot to make up for," he said, his voice low and intense. “But I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I'm serious about this. I want us to be together again, if you'll have me."

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. It was true that you still had feelings for Lando, but you weren't sure if it was enough to give him another chance. You needed time to think, to process everything that had happened between you two.

"I appreciate your sincerity, Lando," you said finally, meeting his gaze. "But I need some time alone to figure things out. Can you give me that?"

"Of course," he said, nodding his head. "I'll respect your wishes. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude towards him. Despite everything that had happened between you two, he still cared about your well-being. It was a comforting thought, and it made you realize that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for the two of you.

"Thank you, Lando," you said, giving him a small smile. "I'll talk to you soon."

With that, you got out of the car and walked towards your building, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. Part of you was relieved to have some space to think, while another part of you was still hopeful for a future with Lando.

As you walked up the stairs to your apartment, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would you be able to start anew, or would you remain apart forever? Only time would tell, but for now, all you could do was take things one day at a time.

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[aetherswhxre]

( I’m going to ask it to everyone I swear)

Hi Ghestie 🤗 How are you doing ? I wondered if I could ask something please 🥺🥺🖤

Like last Monday I got my first tattoo (which I’m really proud of by the way, I spend my time bragging about it) it is located on my hip bone 🥰 I wondered what would the Ghouls do if they found out their s/o got a tattoo in this spot ( Especially Dew, I love Dew, he’s ❤️‍🔥)

Here you go! There is a bit of NSFW mixed in because it is the Ghouls we’re talking about here but thank you so much for the request!

Dew - I feel that Dew would find the tattoo while he’s undressing you to have his way with you. He’d pull down/up whatever article of clothing you were wearing and upon seeing the ink, would absolutely go feral. I really hope that you’d let the tattoo heal properly because Dewy boy here is going to want to bite it. Just the ink on the edge of your hip bone is enough to send him off of the deep end. You’d definitely feel his sharp teeth grazing against the sensitive area and he wouldn’t leave the area until it was probably red and irritated. He would leave deep purple bite marks around the tender flesh and his main focus that night would be that area. “Fucking Hell, Baby. Just Fucking look at you.” He’d absolutely wreck your body as just a fair warning.

Aether - Now Aether is tricky. But I’m also a whore for this ghoul so yeah. I feel that Aether would see it when he accidentally walks in on you changing. You’d be preparing for a ritual, carefully picking out the outfit you were going to wear, knowing Aether would love it. But as you were undressing, the door would open revealing your favorite ghoul. He’d smile cheekily, his eyes roaming over your body, stopping when he comes across the ink that ran along your hip. He’d quickly shut the door, sauntering over to you to delicately run his thumb over the ink. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter, you go and surprise me with this.” He would definitely need to get the excitement out of his system before going on stage.

Rain - Cliche as it might sound with him being a water ghoul, he’d most likely happen upon it when he drags you out one night to take a dip in the pond with him. He's in his nature when he’s around water so expect many late night adventures to any body of water. He’d already be in the water, the moon high in the sky, illuminating the area around the clearing the pond sat in. He’d turn to watch you undress, a small questioning noise escaping him when he laid eyes on the ink. He’d slowly pull you into the water, his wet hands tracing the delicate lines of the tattoo gently. One of his hands would reach up to place itself gently against your cheek, his shy gaze moving between your face and the ink. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He’d be a total simp the entirety of the rest of the night, even going as far to lift you out of the water during your play fights just to catch a glimpse of the ink.

Swiss - Swiss is lowkey a horn dog, as anyone knows. While he may not show such obvious signs as some (looking at you Dew) he’s still one at heart. So I feel that Swiss would finally lay eyes on the tattoo as he’s pounding into you from behind, his eyes fixated on the way your body moves in the mirror before you. He’d reach forward and pull you up, the low light of the candles casting shadows over your body. His hungry eyes would roam your body and a low growl would emanate from his throat when he laid eyes on the artwork. His hands that held a tight grip on your hair would drop, giving you a warning squeeze to not move as his claws traced the lines. “You get this for me, Baby?” He knew you didn’t but something about being the first ghoul to see it would definitely make him rut into you harder.

Mountain - Another tricky one. Not much is written about Mountain and unfortunately he’s not one of the forefront popular ghouls. But I have a feeling he’d see your ink when he’s curled up to you in bed, tracing his calloused fingers along your skin. It had been a particularly rough session and his favorite way of coming down from the high is to just have you in his arms. When in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t take notice much, if i'm being honest. Yes he is in absolute awe of your body but I have a feeling he’s one of the more primal ghouls when he’s in the headspace. So after that session, the candles would be burning low and the two of you would be a mess of legs and sheets. His clawed fingertips would ghost over the raised surface of your tattooed hip and he’d immediately stop to investigate. “When the hell did you get this? It looks so good on you!” He’d be such an excited ghoul about seeing your tattoo!

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I’m thinking about writing this for the Ghoulettes as well because they also have me in a chokehold. Although not much is known about the new Ghoulette, Victory.

#dewdrop x reader #aether ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #rain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #dewdrop #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls

[themidnightghoul]

44 with CumDrop plsssssss 🥺🥺

Oh this was a fun pairing to write. Also, this is the dress Cumulus has on if you were curious.

On the rare occasions that there was a day between Rituals, the pack loved to either spend the day in a makeshift nest in Papa’s room watching movies and relaxing together or going out to a club or bar in whatever town they were in that day. This particular day, everyone had decided they needed to let out some pent up energy and found a club to go out to later that night. Dew in particular was excited to be able to go out and have some drinks and dance with his pack. Glamours were a pain in the ass, sure, but he loved the thought of hiding in plain sight amongst humans, knowing he could easily rip the entire place apart and hardly break a sweat. 

With a beer in hand, he danced with Rain practically in the middle of the dance floor. The music was some shitty club music, he didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care how bad it was because all he could focus on was Rain. He was behind Dew, his hand on his hip as he pulled him back against his body. It was a wonderful change up from how they tended to act on stage and Dew was losing himself in the feeling of Rain grinding on him from behind. His head fell back against Rain’s shoulder as they moved together, getting lost in the feeling of having his Water Ghoul moving against him. 

“We have an audience,” Rain whispered in his ear, turning Dew’s head slowly over to one of the tables that the pack had claimed. “She’s been staring at you all night. Not that I blame her, you look hot as hell tonight.”

Dew knew he looked good. He wore his favorite black skinny jeans, faded band tee, his black leather jacket that had been through hell and back, and pair of chunky black boots. Even with his glamour up, he had felt eyes on him the second they had walked into the club, but thankfully hadn’t been approached by any humans. Something about him screamed dangerous without even trying hard, but that didn’t stop people from staring. But the person staring wasn’t a human, it was Cumulus. 

“Looks like she wants to eat you alive, Phoenix.” Rain ran his hand across Dew’s chest and up to his neck, squeezing just enough to have Dew’s eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan fly from his lips. “Maybe I should let her.” He brushed Dew’s long light ginger hair away from his neck and leaned down to bite it and Dew could hear him chuckling. “Got her.”

Dew opened his eyes to see Cumulus making her way across the floor to the two of them. She looked…Satanas how had he not noticed what she was wearing tonight until now? Her curls were wild and shimmering with the blue and silver hair tinsel that Aurora had woven into her hair before they left. The dress she had picked out was a beautiful dark blue with silver stars all over it and she wore blue strappy heels that accentuated her legs perfectly. Dew could feel his cock twitch in his pants and his heartbeat going crazy in his chest.

Rain stepped away with a wicked grin on his face when the Air Ghoulette had reached them, passing Dew off to her. “Good luck you two.”

Dew was stunned as he tried to just look at her, taking in how stunning she looked tonight. “Fuck Lussy you look-”

Cumulus grabbed Dew’s chin and immediately pulled him in, kissing him hard and messy. They were all teeth and tongues, Cumulus biting at Dew’s lip hard enough to draw blood and pulling a wanton moan from him. Her hands wove through his hair and his roamed up and down her sides, claws digging in just enough for her to feel it but not enough to damage her dress. Even in a lust filled haze, he knew better than to damage Cumulus’ clothing. They stayed locked together making out like teenagers as the rest of the pack looked on taking bets as to who was going to fuck who later. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless and leaning against the other for stability.

“You’re mine tonight, Firelily.” Cumulus smirked, kissing Dew once more before dragging him off to the bathroom to finish what they started.

Kiss prompt!

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[emmymaehereeeeee]

Oh my god OH MY GOD I’m out of breath! I love you so SO much and I saw your requests were open and I ran as fast as I could!

I love LOVE Elvis and I ADORE Austin and how he portrayed Elvis. I also adore YOU! Three of my favorite things in one blog imagine that!

Anyway I noticed your mental health posts and it sparked something on me 🥺 I was wondering if you could do an Elvis x reader where there as in love as two people can be but with all the fans and attention and talk that goes around the reader starts getting a little jealous and insecure about all the fans and how Elvis is so in love with what he does that the reader thinks that they’re not good enough or that he deserves better and starts distancing themselves and Elvis isn’t standing for that cause he loves the reader more than life itself!

I just need some fluff and comfort from the shining star himself because I’ve been feeling a bit insecure and stressed myself and you’re my comfort writer! I love your work and I look forward to whatever you post next! I love you and everything you do! You are fantastic and you brighten my day!

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You knew that Elvis loved you, it was clear to see-hell he told just about anyone who would listen how much he loved you. You were confident in your relationship, and you knew deep down that Elvis would never leave you or cheat on you, you knew that.

Elvis loved you and he loved his fans, it made your skin burn whenever he would grab the faces of these desperate girls. Pressing his lips up against theirs. You watched as they clawed at his clothes, threw their panties onto the stage, you watched as he would toss them across the stage, hooking them on the microphone.

After the show you quickly made your way into the suite, not bothering to stop backstage to see him. Your mind ran rampant with thoughts, "Why is he with me? He could have any single girl in the world, why me?" Burying your face in your hands you let the tears fall and the insecurities to fill your mind.

This soon became a routine, after each show you would excuse yourself and cry in the suite for about twenty minutes, you would dry your eyes and greet Elvis when he walked in.

Elvis finally walked in on you a heap on the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Woah- woah, what's going on?"

You lifted your head and turned to face him, "Nothing, Elvis. Just going through some things." You wiped your face with the back of your hand.

"Uh-uh, we're talking about this. I know this isn't the first time you've done this. What is really going on, doll?" He knelt down and placed a hand on your back.

"Elvis, I don't feel good enough for you. I mean you could have any girl out there, and I'm not how I looked whenever-" Elvis brought a hand up to your mouth.

"Y/N, I am in love with you. I have been in love with you since we were fifteen years old, I know I could get any girl out there, but I don't want any of them, unless it's you!" He cupped your face in his hands, "You mean everything to me, I don't give a damn what the fucking tabloids say, you are perfect."

You nodded your head, tears continuing to flow down your cheeks, "I love you, Elvis. I am sorry I didn't come to you sooner, 'bout all this."

Elvis pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back her cooed, "You are so beautiful to me, don't you think anything less of yourself."

You nodded your head, "Alright."

Elvis reached up to wipe the tears away from your eyes, "Still so beautiful, even when you cry."

#emmy mae talks #emmymaewrites💜 #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #ask box #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler #elvis

[naivesilver]

gonna cheat for a minute and say: any ask of your choosing from the 'sentences' in the 'parent and child relationship prompts' BUT with either leona and pierrot, or with leroy and lampwick PLEASE 🥺

It was a TERRIBLY hard choice, thanks 😡💕 they're all my specialest unconventional families and I can't pick a favorite, so I had to use a super secret discrimination method :^)

Parent/Child Relationship Prompts

“Look! A dog!”

"Mom, stop! I just saw something really important."

Leona has learned, by now, that teenage boys' perspectives on what is important and what isn't are often a little skewed, but she stops pedaling nevertheless, drawing her bike to a halt to look at where her son has done the same. "What is it, dear?"

In lieu of a response, Pierrot points at one of the houses along the road, clambering off his own bike with great enthusiasm. "Puppy."

The dog in question can hardly be described as a puppy, in all fairness, big and hairy and long-legged, but it doesn't seem troubled by the moniker, either. Instead, it wags its tail expectantly, its nose (the only part of its body that can wedge itself through the fence around the house's backyard) sniffing with great curiosity at the hand the boy holds out.

For his part Pierrot is grinning from ear to ear, and when Leona circles back to move closer to him he turns that bright grin to her as well, giving the dog's snout a friendly scratch. "You can't walk by a pup and not say hi," he says, with that pompously savvy air he puts on when he's being silly. "It's the law."

"Dear me. To think I might have been a criminal all along."

She loves him the most when he's like this, effortlessly happy like any other kid. It's not a rarity anymore, seeing him so warm and carefree, but it's always a joy all the same, to know that her son is at ease enough around her to act as such - if nothing else, it's an elating high to ride, like a rollercoaster with familiar turns.

It is perhaps that soothing, relieved feeling that pushes her to open her mouth again and say, after a moment: "Have you ever wanted a dog for yourself, sweetheart?"

He shrugs, looking somewhat distracted. "Dunno. They're cool, sure, but they're very loud and need lots of space. You never know if one of us might have issues with loud noises on some days. I don't want anyone to be scared to come to my house."

Oh, her heart. Leona sometimes thinks she should tell him to spend less time on stage, if that's what makes him pull out such profound remarks in that offhanded way of his. "What about other pets? Would they be off limits too?"

"Uh, I guess not?" Finally, he glances at her, wary curiosity in his gaze. "Why?"

"Well, I was thinking- maybe we could go to the shelter, see if they have any suggestions for pets that'd do well in our house. We don't have to make a decision right away. Just take a look around, maybe get a pamphlet or two. What do you say?"

Pierrot's eyes go as wide as saucers, stunned beyond speech for once in his life. "For real?"

"Yes." Leona bites her tongue as not to laugh, impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You'd have to look after it, of course, but I know you're a responsible boy. If that's something you'd like, obviously."

"Something I'd like?" The boy spreads his arms, as if he couldn't contain the force of it, all but bouncing on the spot. "Mom, that's the best idea ever! I love it!"

She laughs in full, then, fond and fonder, and lets him pull them both towards their bikes, the dog that has just witnessed their exchange huffing cluelessly and trotting back across the grassy yard.

Before he resumes his stance, however, Pierrot clears his throat awkwardly, drawing his mother's attention again. "Anyway, there is an animal that I'd love to get, if they think it's gonna do good up here."

That comes as a surprise to Leona, at least. "Really? Which one?"

"A pet turtle." Her son's face scrunches up in a peevish smirk, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And I already know which name I'll give it, and it'll be amazing, mark my words."

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #thousand problems verse #court of misfits #my mother raised me to be bold #fanfic #tied for best court mama forever and always 💖

[diamondseaside]

besties i just had the craziest weekend je suis exhausted

#it was graduation weekend at my school and i saw so many people i haven’t seen in a while #not to mention the snoop dog concert yesterday #and then finally getting to walk across the stage 🥺🥺

[watchmegetobsessed]

RIPPED AND RUINED

A/N: i was dumb enough to fucking delete the original post of this fic so now its a repost so please if you liked or reblogged the prev one, do the same with this!! 🥺🥺🥺

WARNING: adult content

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

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Red and black tinted cotton pads are scattered on the bathroom counter as Harry finally finishes up washing his makeup off from tonight. His falsies are discarded in the little trash bin next to the toilet and he totally has a lot more respect towards women for putting up with those for the sake of a nice makeup look. They kept poking and tickling him during show, couldn’t wait to get rid of them.

He had so much fun tonight. Despite his hatred for Halloween, he had a great time, dressing up with his band and crew, seeing his fans go all out with their own costumes, it’s been such a wonderful evening.

When he is finished with washing his teeth he finally heads out, wearing only his briefs as he steps out of the bathroom.

“Hey, do you think that—“

His question quickly gets caught in his throat, long forgotten as soon as he lands his eyes on you, lying on the bed wearing the same red tights he wore tonight on stage, only that they look a thousand times better, though you would argue with that, his box on top of your head and… nothing else. Absolutely nothing.

“What do I think?” you hum teasingly, tilting your head to the side as you move a hand up your chest, your fingers dancing across your naked breasts, Harry’s mouth watering instantly at the sight of you.

You told him you’d steal the tights and the bow, it shouldn’t be a surprise to him, but he didn’t think it would happen tonight and like this, but he is not complaining. The red tights hug your curves just perfectly, coming up around your waist and he is already imagining rolling them down, revealing your naked and wet cunt underneath and the thought makes him go feral.

“I don’t know what you think, baby, but I’m thinking that I’m the luckiest bastard to walk this planet,” he huffs, making you giggle.

He walks over to the bed and you roll to your stomach, crossing your legs in the air as you rest your chin in your palms, blinking up at him with pretentious innocence all over your face. The hungry look you give him eyeing his crotch that’s now perfectly lined up with your face instantly makes the blood rush into his cock. His hand comes to cup your face, making you look up at him from under your thick lashes, his gaze scanning over the curve of your naked back and the way your ass is swelling under the fabric of the tights, like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. He runs his thumb across your cheek before moving it to your lips as they open in an instant. You suck on it, swirling your tongue against it and it earns you a mumbled fuck from Harry, sending shock waves down to your pussy.

“On your back, baby,” he orders, pulling his hand back and you’re quick to obey him. He climbs to the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull them apart so he can settle between your legs with you all spread out in front of him. Sitting back on his heels you let out a tiny whimper when you see his hard cock outlined through his briefs. His hands slowly run up the length of your legs, gently massaging them on the way up, taking his time to remember this sight for as long as he lives.

“Do you think Lambert would kill me if I ripped the tights?” he asks with a mischievous smirk on his face, his fingers dancing across your cunt, feeling the heat radiating from you.

“I think at this point he expects it, seeing how I ripped your pants from New York night one,” you huff back, remembering the mind-blowing sex that black suit gifted you with that night. Harry smirks, pleased with your answer as his hands move to the hem of the tights, slowly starting to roll them down your waist, but then he stops and before you could even process what’s happening he rips a huge role right between your legs, the cold air hitting your naked and dripping wet pussy.

“I barely even touched you and you’re already drenched,” he hums satisfied, leaning closer to you, blowing on your cunt softly that makes you whimper, greedy to be touched.

“Always, H. I’m always wet for you!”

“Because you’re my good girl,” he murmurs, bringing his thumb to your clit as he starts drawing slow, lazy circles, taking his time to tease you, turn you into a whimpering mess under his touch with so little. “Look at you falling apart just by one little touch and I haven’t even had my mouth on you. Always so turned on for me, right?”

“Harry, please!” you gasp out as he drags his finger through your slick folds, teasing your opening but not pushing into you just yet.

“Please what, my love?”

“Please do something! Enough with the teasing!” you whine out, a smug grin tugging on his lips as he stares down at you.

“Always so needy,” he hums, getting onto his stomach, pushing your legs further apart before he finally presses a kiss to your clit, his tongue swirling against it before he sucks on it. You gasp out, a shiver running down your spine at the sensation, fingers tangling into his hair as you grind against his face.

“Yes! Oh my God! Yes, Harry!” you moan uncontrollably, your back arching and you’re having a hard time not moving around too much. You wouldn’t want to bother him as he eats you out so eagerly.

He returns to your clit with one hand, increasing the stimulation, while his other hand reaches up, cupping your breast, kneading and groping it, pinching your nipple. You cover his hands with yours and dragging it up to your lips you suck on two of his fingers and you feel him gasp against you at the warm feeling of your mouth around him.

“Fucking hell, that mouth of yours will be the death of me,” he groans as he sits back up to his heels, pulling you up before he discards his briefs, his rock hard cock springing free. You eagerly climb over to him, getting down onto your stomach, holding yourself up just enough to get your face lined up with his cock. Unlike him, you don’t tease him, not because you don’t want to but because you’re way too eager to get him into your mouth after what he just did between your legs.

Grabbing him by the base you lick his whole length up, wrapping your lips around his head, giving it a few gentle sucks before taking more of him in.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, bunching your hair in his hand to keep it out of your face as you bob your head up and down, taking as much of him as possible. “Fuck, your mouth is definitely second best thing I like to have my dick in after your sweet pussy.”

You moan at his words, your walls clenching around nothing as you think about how good it will feel to have him inside you very soon. Harry notices it, a hand sliding down your naked back, over your partially exposed bum thanks to the rip in the tights before he reaches between your legs, pushing two fingers into you without a warning.

“Fuck!” you cry out, popping off of him, but he is quick to smack your butt for it.

“Don’t stop or I’ll stop too,” he warns you, and you get back to sucking him off faster than ever, feeling his fingers slip back into you as he starts pumping vigorously. It’s hard to focus on anything when he is completely ruining you and you haven’t even had his cock inside you. Well, not where you need him the most, because he is balls deep inside your mouth currently.

You try to keep it together for as long as possible, but you reach your breaking point soon, having him inside you turning into a matter of life or death at this point.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t!” you cry out getting up from your stomach, straddling his lap so fast and eagerly that the two of you fall back, but he doesn’t care, just wraps his arms around you, his lips attacking you as you grind against him, his cock moving between your dripping wet folds and every time the tip hits your clit you moan into his mouth. “H, I need you, please, fuck me already!” you beg as if your life was on the line.

“Y’need me to fuck your greedy pussy, hm? Want me to give it to you?”

“Yes! Please!” you gasp when you feel him poke at your entrance, but don’t slide into you just yet. He rolls the two of you until you’re lying on your back and he is weighing down on you, hips locked between your thighs as you curl your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass.

“Y’know I can’t say no to you, my love,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you hard, a hand reaching down between the two of you and as soon as he has himself lined up with you, he pushes into you swiftly, filling you up so good as his whole length gets buried inside you.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh my God,” you gasp at the feeling, your walls tightening around him that makes him grunt before he starts thrusting into you fast and hard.

“You like that? You like having your boyfriend pound into you?”

“I fucking love it!” you whimper, fingers digging into his back, making sure to leave a few marks on him. He always goes feral about them in the morning when he sees them in the mirror, usually earning you a good morning fuck.

“Think about how thousands of girls had fantasies about these tights tonight, but you’re the only one getting fucked in them. How does that make you feel, hm? Do you like being my only one?”

“I love it, Harry! Makes me feel so fucking good!” you moan and cupping his face you pull him down for a kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips, melting together with his as he keeps up his rough thrusting.

“Only you can have me, I’m yours, Y/N. Are you mine? Who do you belong to, baby?”

“You! I’m all yours, Harry!”

“Then be a good girl and hold onto the headboard. Don’t want you to get hurt,” he murmurs, kissing one last kiss to your lips as he pulls away, sitting up, but keeping your legs wrapped around him as he starts fucking you from this new angle, his fingers digging into your hips, his greedy eyes watching your breasts bounce, your pretty lips that were wrapped around his dick just minutes ago forming an O shape as you keep moaning, hands plastered against the headboard to keep you from hitting your head against it since he is going so hard, the slapping noise of him railing into you filling the room mixed with the gasps, the whimpers and grunts.

Suddenly, he pulls back and you cry out at the feeling of being empty all of a sudden, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it. He manhandles you so easily, flipping you over to get you on all four, making you push your ass up so he can fuck you from behind. Your legs and arms feel weak as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

“I’m gonna buy a dozen more of these tights and ruin them all just like this,” he growls, hooking a finger into the waistband and making it snap against your sweaty skin.

“Harry, I’m close!” you warn him, the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

“I know baby, I can feel it,” he breathes out, an arm coming around so his fingers can reach your clit, adding to the already overwhelming feelings you’re going through.

“Oh my God! So good!” you scream, not able to hold yourself anymore. Your arms give up so you fall to the bed, your ass still up since Harry is holding you up, but you don’t stay like that for long, face pressed into the pillow. He leans forward, bringing his arms around your chest as he helps you up until you’re sitting on his lap, your back pressed up against his chest as he keeps thrusting into you. Reaching behind you grab onto him wherever you can to keep you steady and you’re just moments away from bursting.

“Let it go, baby. Wanna feel you tight around my dick, want to feel you cum hard.”

“I’m so close,” you breathe out, his hands snaking up to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, your senses are absolutely overloaded. You thought it’s not possible, but he goes even faster and your breath gets caught in your throat as your orgasm bursts inside you, setting you on fire as you keep screaming his name.

“Fuck, yes! I can feel you pulsing around me!” he whimpers and a moment later he cums as well, riding out his high along with you, filling you up so good, you want to milk him to the last drop.

Your movements slow down, he drags his thrusts out, his heaving chest melting against your back as you lean against him with your full weight. Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him the chance to kiss up your neck and shoulder, nibbling gently on your sweaty skin as he is still moving inside you lazily, riding out the last waves of your orgasms.

“I love you, you’re fucking amazing,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand moving down to between your legs, gathering some of your juices mixed with his cum that leaked out of you, bringing his finger to his mouth as he sucks it clean and you can’t help the fucked out whimper that slips through your lips, a mischievous smile tugging on his perfect lips. “We taste so good, baby.”

“God, how do you have the energy to be sick and twisted after fucking the living shit out of me?” you scoff tiredly.

“I always have energy for that,” he smirks smugly.

He pulls out gently, helping you to lie on your back as he makes a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returns, he doesn’t have a towel with him like he usually does, but when he kneels up to the bed and takes the ruined tights off of you, it dawns on you what he is planning to do.

“No! Harry!” you gasp when he uses the expensive fabric to clean you up.

“What? It’s already ripped! Don’t worry, I’m not that sick to send it back to Lambert like this,” he chuckles at his own joke and you give him a wide-eyed look. Poor man would probably faint if he saw the tights completely ruined, covered in cum.

“Stop, you’re such a pig!” you snort, snacking his chest, but he grabs your hand and kisses your palm smirking down at you.

He throws the tights away and you force yourself to handle your business in the bathroom. When you return to the room, Harry is dressed in his briefs and an old t-shirt, holding another one in his hands for you. You let him help you put it on, pressing a kiss to your nose when he pulls the t-shirt over your head.

You get into bed, Harry pulling the covers over you, tugging you close to his side as you cuddle him, always wanting to be close to him after some intense fucking.

“I hope you know I didn’t joke about ordering more of them,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh, I know,” you huff. “I know you well enough, Harry Styles.”

“That you do,” he grins to himself, completely satisfied.

Thank you for reading! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed!

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[saltydumplings]

would you consider continuing snippet #12? please please please 🥺🥰🥰🥰 it’s so nice and sweet and great- if not it’s okay though <3

Snippet #12.1

Part 1

Sorry it took me a hot second but I finally got round to it so yay!! Thank you for the request!

Cw: very suggestive

The hero went through stages of being content and being downright wrathful - the supervillain keeping them locked safely away, surrounded by lush pillows and dressed in soft clothes, whilst they reordered the city to their own liking, undoing all the hero's hard work. The hero had spent months beating that city into shape and for what? They would give the supervillain grief for it daily - yelling to their heart's content until the other would claim their mouth and render them silent. It always ended that way: always ended with the supervillain charming them into submission.

And as much as the hero hated it - as much as it infuriated the hero down to their core - they couldn't help the fact that another part of them very much liked it. They liked the pampering and the attention; they liked it when the supervillain would buy them all kinds of sweet things and spoil them; they liked it when the supervillain would pin their hands above their head and tease them until their defiant yells became moans of pleasure, demands turning to begs of 'please' and 'more'.

But not today. No: today the hero was not standing down - they were forcing the supervillain to let them go and they were going to make sure that the other returned the city to the way it was before.

The supervillain was always out most of the day but they always came back at exactly six o'clock each night and the hero waited patiently, fiddling a little with the collar around their neck - the supervillain's initials sewn into the side of it. They sat on the edge of a massive bed, kicking their feet slightly as they stared at the locked door in front of them.

A minute passed, then another. There was a click and the door unlocked, the supervillain soon walking through and closing it behind them again. They took off their cape and hung it up on a nearby coat rack, turning to look the hero over with a curious eye.

"What? No shouting today?" they asked as they stepped forward.

The hero shrugged. "It wasn't getting me anywhere. I figured it was time I changed tactics."

"Oh?" The supervillain came to stand between the hero's legs, a hand reaching out to stroke their bottom lip - the hero willing themself not to react to the touch. "And here I thought that you'd finally accepted you were mine."

The hero raised their own hand and let it trace up the supervillain's chest, roughly grabbing the material and pulling the other closer.

"Don't you remember?" the hero asked. Suddenly they yanked the villain down and flipped them on their back, straddling the other's hips. "I belong to the city, not to you."

The supervillain's eyes lit up in interest, bringing their hands to rest upon the hero's waist and allowing the other to take control with an air of amusement. "Ah, still upset about losing your little gold trophy I see."

"It's not about the trophy: it's about the title."

The supervillain chuckled. "Of course it is. It's funny, for someone so willing to be on the bottom you sure do put a lot of effort into getting on top."

The hero flushed a little but tried not to let it sway them, instead initiating a slow roll of their hips that had the supervillain growling. "Pleasure and business are separate."

"Are they?"

"Yes."

A few seconds of silence passed where the supervillain readjusted their grip on the hero's waist, letting their thumbs stroke across soft skin in a contemplative manner.

"So which is this?" they asked eventually.

The hero smiled. "You and I both know that you'll get bored of having all this power soon enough: it's too easy - there's no challenge." The hero's hands smoothed over the supervillain's chest, making their way down. "Let me start cleaning up your mess. When you eventually decide to call it quits and disappear again you'll have less loose ends to tie off, plus the city will recover far faster - ready to be taken over again whenever you like."

The supervillain hummed in thought, catching the hero's wrists before their touch could go any lower. "You know what I think?" they said.

The hero seemed to pause for a moment, biting their lips as they shook their head.

"I think," the supervillain began, "that you want a new title. You want to rush back out there and save the day - you want to clean up this city so that the people like you again. You miss it, don't you darling? Seeing your name in the headlines, the praise, the talk shows--" The hero flushed and tried to pull away but the supervillain held them tight "--you miss the crowds, the applause, the adoration of a whole city. Oh, Hero, the only thing you want - all you've ever wanted - is attention."

Suddenly the supervillain switched their positions, rolling the hero onto their back and pinning their hands up over their head in one seamless motion - hips starting to grind down in a rhythm that was slow and ruthless, the hero trying their best not to give into the sensation only to have a moan slip right past their lips.

"Is my attention not enough for you?" the supervillain asked. "Which would you choose I wonder: me or your precious city? You can't have both of us now. As much as I do love spoiling you we can't have you turning greedy, can we?"

The hero whimpered a little as the supervillain placed an open-mouthed kiss on their neck, lips trailing lower down until they reached their shoulder and their teeth scraped across smooth skin, biting down ever so gently.

"Th-that's not fair," the hero said, back arching as the supervillain bit down harder on the other side, licking over the mark that they left there admiringly.

"And that's not an answer." They continued to nip and kiss down the hero's chest and back up again to their throat, pausing briefly to take in the view of the panting hero below them before continuing right where they'd left off. "Come on darling, me or the city - which will it be?"

A few seconds passed and they got no response. The supervillain stopped completely, watching as the hero whined and struggled beneath them - desperate for them to continue but their request was denied.

"S-Supervillain, please--"

"Then answer."

"Y-You!" the hero suddenly relented. "I-I choose you."

The supervillain grinned, content that the other would behave now or, at least, behave for the rest of the night.

"Good, very good," they said, claiming the hero's lips with their own and swallowing every glorious sound of submission that rose from their throat.

Slowly but surely, the hero was breaking under the weight of their desire, and it was only a matter of time before the supervillain won them over entirely.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain #hero x villain #hero x supervillain #hero #supervillain

[kurtsmyworld96]

Oooo, okay could we possible see some sundropXanimatrontic reader fluff 🥺

YES AGSHEHHS

sundrop x animatronic!gn!reader

There was a section of the complex that was for the more adventurous children, ones who liked to have their fill of adrenaline and ways to wear down their energy. It was a large section that resembled somewhat of a forest/jungle. Inside, awaited an animatronic built to handle tough terrains and getting dirty and scuffed up.

It hunted down the kids after they entered, after giving the bots up front their passes and receiving a badge of some sort that they could scan if they escaped and survived the trail, which would allow them to take a valuable figure of said animatronic (just showing how rare it was for kids, teens, and even adults to get through).

Even the hunter becomes vulnerable at some point despite their tough persona and the sharp teeth they bared. At the end of the day, with the dismissal of visitors, they would escape from the ominous jungle that had very few lights to keep it illuminated, running to the most cheery place on earth.

The daycare. The daycare was colorful and wonderful, cheery and upbeat unlike the dreary place they’d come from.

They stopped in their tracks, ear flicking upward as their body filled with curiosity. Draped across the entrance was a sign that read “Banned”. They wondered what had occurred for him to hang that up, whatever it may be they assumed it probably dampened his mood a little. He never minded making friends and having one break one of his rules probably hurt his feelings.

They opened the door, the little movement causing the paper to shift slightly. They glanced back at it for a moment before entering the daycare where Sunny should be, somewhere.

Before they could call out the other bot’s name, their ears pricked, picking up on the sound of sobbing, which could easily be mistaken as laughing. They shut the entrance door, walking further into the room, their presence going unnoticed by the bright robot, which wasn’t surprising. They were sneaky, it’s how they always won.

They placed a mechanical hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. He turned his head, the noises he was previously making held in obviously. “Y-Y/N!” He mimicked a happy tone, standing up to his feet. He was noticeably shorter than them. “You’re finally here! I was wondering when you’d arrive.” His smile was everlasting, but even then, they weren’t fooled easily. They were keen, relying on instincts and senses— they were far superior to the other animatronics in that sense, they thought.

“Mmh, Vanessa was lingering around longer than usual,” They responded, returning one of their hands to his shoulder. “Now, sit down and tell me what happened.”

He listened, sitting down on the padded flooring, and following his actions, was Y/N, who coaxed him into their arms, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer to their body. Their tail stretched around them, the fur brushing against his legs, which were held against his chest.

“Moondrop happened.” He relented, looking downward. Y/N had experienced Moondrop’s wrath a few times before, so they understood why he was so insistent on the lights being on. “A boy decided to break the one rule I have: keep the lights on! I had to ban him from coming back and alert security!” So that explained the sign.

A boy was still in the pizzaplex after hours? That’s probably the reason for Vanessa being more active tonight. They wondered why the boy was still inside and why her friends seemed scarily intent on finding him— the only one they hadn’t heard from was Freddy. They could see why though, considering his meltdown on stage. They wished him well!

“Mmh.. You banned him for his own safety, I’m sure he knows that.” They assured, strengthening their grip around him to let him know it was okay, he was in safe hands. “You aren’t in the wrong at all. You can’t control when a child wants to break the rules you’ve set after countless warnings.”

He sniffled, clutching their hands with his. He was so lucky to have them. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re right! I was all down for nothing! Lucky I have you around!” The grin on his face now seemed more genuine. He’d spun around in their arms, pressing his face to their’s, all his giddiness returning.

Sunny stood up, bouncing around as if nothing happened while Y/N was still on the floor. Was it suddenly hot in here, or was it just them?

“Uhh, Y/N?” Prodded Sunny, tilting his head. “Are you okay?” They flashed him a thumbs up, and he laughed, grabbing them by the wrists and hoisting them up. “Come on, get up! Let’s dance, I wanna dance!”

im so bad at fluff ngl- also, i imagined the type of animatronic to be something like a coyote but imagine them as you like!!! AND THANK U FOR SENDING A REQUEST IN <33

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[mollysolo]

omg congrats on 1.2k my love!! 💖🎉 my i have an adam driver with josh based on the song 1969 by paper jackets? 🥺

At a Festival

Pairing: Josh Kiszka X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Josh meet at a music festival and things don’t end up going the way he wanted them to.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Please Note: Josh Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: i hope you like this!

My 1.2k follower celebration !

When Josh’s eyes met yours whilst you danced in the crowd to his bands music, he couldn’t help but let his eyes light up at the gorgeous sight of you.

You were alone in the crowd, causing Josh to assume that your friends might’ve been running late or that you might’ve decided to just go to this particular concert by yourself.

And the longer Josh stared at you and you stared back at him, he felt like he was in one of those cliche love at first sight kind of movies that his younger sister loved so much.

Now that he had finally laid his eyes on you, he was never going to let you go and he would do whatever it took to make you his. No matter how long it took to get to that point of dating, he simply just wanted you in his life.

He truly couldn’t stop himself from continuing to think about you and what the two of you could become as he watched the colored lights from the stage dance across your pretty face.

As for you, you were a bit bummed that your friends had ditched you to see some other band perform. But you didn’t mind going to see your favorite bands set by yourself, getting over there as soon as possible because you wanted to make sure you were standing right in front of Josh’s part of the stage.

Your eyes never left his own as the concert went on. You blushed over and over again at the way his eyes lit up whenever his eyes looked at you once more.

To you, he was extremely gorgeous and you hoped that he thought the same thing when he looked at you. You hoped that he would be attracted to you as well and maybe ask you on a date whenever he had the free time to do so.

Josh had never felt so in love with anyone before and he didn’t even know your name. But, he did make sure to ask one of the bands security guards to retrieve you from the crowd before it was too late. He didn’t want to risk never seeing you again.

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“Ma’am? Can you please come with me? Josh wants to see you.” One of their bodyguards had asked you as you began to leave the warm and sweaty pit.

“He wants to see me?” you asked with furrowed eyebrows while you turned around to face this man and pointed at yourself.

“Yes, he does.” the bodyguard confirmed, offering at arm out to you while he spoke so that he could help you get over the metal fence that separated the stage from the ground and wild crowd.

You took this man’s offer and followed him back to a small trailer surrounded by many others that had the words ‘Greta Van Fleet’ printed on a piece of paper that was taped to the door. Which definitely looked so much more intimidating from this close up.

Your heart pounded as the body guard gestured for you to go inside the trailer while he stayed outside and guarded it. You nodded in response to his gesture as you took one deep breath, your heart still pounding in your chest while you stepped into the trailer.

All eyes in the small room went on you the second you walked into it, but you knew right away that none of them belonged to Josh. He was nowhere to be found as you quickly tried to muster up the confidence to explain why you, a total stranger, was currently standing in the bands trailer.

“Uh, hi. One of your bodyguards brought me here, he told me that Josh wanted to see me.” you rapidly explained, an obvious nervous tone to your voice, your hands hidden behind your back.

“Oh yeah, Josh was going crazy about you back stage.” Josh’s brother and band-mate Sam said with a loud laugh before he called out to Josh, who was currently in the bathroom freshening up.

“Hey, Josh, your girls here!” Sam called out to his older brother, making you blush bright red at the sound of what he had called you when speaking to Josh just now.

Josh’s face lit up again like it had when he saw you for the first time in the crowd. He waltzed up to you with a bright grin on his face and smoothly took your hand into his without you even noticing.

“Let’s go talk somewhere a bit more private, shall we?” he asked, causing you to silently nod in response as he began to open the door to the trailer.

With his hand still securely in yours, he led you over to one his friends trailers because he knew that they hadn’t been in it at all today as a result of their band watching other people perform after their own set.

You blushed as he took you there, unable to take your eyes off of him even if you tried. He was just so beautiful and ethereal up close, you wanted to stare at him for hours upon end and never look away. He was truly a sight for sore eyes. 

And once the two of you got settled on the couch in the dimly lit trailer, you spoke to him for the very first time, “I’m (y/n), by the way.” you said to him with a nervous smile at the end of your statement.

“It’s really nice to meet you.” he said prior to him taking a brief moment to pause, “So, you’re probably wondering why I wanted to see you and it’s because the second my eyes met yours, I got lost in your beauty to the point where I never wanted to not get the chance to know you.” he made known to you, light twinkling in your eye as you closely listened to every single word he said to you.

“Also before I forget, I’m Josh.” he suddenly said, startling you a bit as your eyes remained fixated on his face.

You chuckled at the his nervousness in his voice while you started to talk to him again, “Not to sound rude but, I know that’s your name, I’m a really big fan of your band.” you replied whilst you smiled at him and looked down at his hands as you ran your thumbs across the backs of them.

He laughed at what you had told him and then spoke again, “So, could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime? I really want to see you again, mama.” he told you, pure sincerity in his eyes and voice.

You responded right away, hanging off the edge of your seat, “Sure.” you answered, trying to not seem as excited as you were but it wasn’t everyday you got asked out on a date by a celebrity.

Before tonight, Josh seemed so out of reach because of his fame and here he was, now wrapped around your finger because he had experienced love at first sight for the first and hopefully last time.

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During the following morning whilst you laid in Josh’s tour bus bunk with him because you two had hooked up the night prior after he had asked you out, you stared at the ceiling and desperately hoped that you and Josh would actually form a real relationship someday.

You had no idea if or when that day would ever come, so all you promised yourself in this moment was that you would ensure that things played out nicely between you two.

Now that you had him, you never wanted to let go of Josh. You wanted to be his forever although you still barely knew him to begin with. But it wasn’t your fault that he was the person you ended up having a love at first sight moment with, nor was it his fault either.

And luckily for you, now that Josh had you by his side, he planned on giving you all the love you deserved and more. He also wanted you to be his forever, the thought of this causing him to cutely chuckle which pulled you out of your thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?“ you curiously asked him as you lifted your head from his chest to look into his eyes.

“You, dove.” he said while his cheeks blushed and he shyly looked away from you, embarrassed at how nervous he was feeling around you.

You brightly smiled at him then pressed a sweet kiss to his lips before you then let yourself fall back asleep within his warm, comforting embrace.

Would you actually experience true love this time around? This was the question that weighed on your mind while you fell back asleep. You and Josh could always discuss what you two would become during your date and as you continued to get to know each other after all and that soothed your worries.

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[laylaswriting]

Let you go

Title: Let you Go

Pairing: Bo Burnham x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

Tags: bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of h/c? I'm bad with genres sorry.

Prompt: I wrote this because I've been obsessed with the song let u go by Joey Knight which I highly recommend. Go! Listen! It will make the fic better I think haha.

A/N: I hope this won't suck, also I'm sorry I'm a sucker for sadness and friends to lovers. I'm so nervous writing fics about Bo haha I hope you'll like it! If you enjoyed drop me a comment or anon, it means a ton to me! 🥺💖 Also this is dedicated to the sweet anon who wanted more Bo fic, I hope you'll enjoy! ✨

‘Coffee for Robert?’ She called out, eyes searching the room to see if anyone came to pick up the hot drink.

‘(Y/N)?’ He asked in a low voice, making his way to her. She almost dropped the coffee when her eyes met his ocean blue ones, heart dropping to her stomach.

‘Bo?’ She whispered, look of disbelief spreading across her face. He stood in front of her, it looked like he got even taller since the last time she saw him. What was it? Maybe five years ago? His face hardened a bit too, his eyes lost a bit of their youthful shine.

‘I didn’t know you work here.’ He said, a shy smile spreading on his face, eyes trying to avoid hers.

‘I thought you were out of town or something.’ She replied, trying to cover up the raging emotions inside her. He tilted his head to the side and quickly raised his eyebrows.

‘Yeah, I’m just passing by I guess.’ He answered, taking the coffee and leaving the money in exchange on the counter.

‘It was great to see you!’ She told him, taking the money away, throwing the change in the tip jar.

‘You too, (Y/N).’ He said, a faint smile on his face as he turned away from her and left the coffee shop.

She quickly found her way to the back of the shop, where only the employees were allowed and threw her back to the wall, exhaling sharply. She could feel her insides tense up from the thoughts in her head. She hasn’t seen him in ages, she thought these feelings were long gone. She thought she was over him, the love of her life she never got to be with. The one that got away.

It was a weirdly unsettling, gloomy day for Bo. He held tight onto his coffee cup, walking fast down the street, on his way home. His other hand in his pocket, eyes locked on his name on the cup scribbled by her. His heart clenched at the thought of seeing her again after all these years. He didn’t exactly tell the truth in the coffee shop – he was not just passing by, he’s been staying in the city for quite a while now in his home. Tours were on hold, no more traveling around. Not like it used to be back then.

‘You’re joking!’ She said, excitement in her voice from the news.

‘I’ll be on the stage soon!’ He answered, his smile bright like a thousand suns, showing the all too familiar dimples on his face. She loved when he smiled – it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

‘I’m so happy for you, Bo!’ She threw her arms around her best friend’s neck, giving him a warm hug. He lifted her a bit, nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, smelling her shampoo briefly. He felt his heartbeat in his throat, the happiness taking over his entire body. He’s been working so hard for this, and it was finally happening.

‘The first show of the tour will be in the city, will you come to see me?’ He asked, while he lowered her to the ground, letting her go.

‘I would never skip your big break through!’ She said with a laugh in her voice. She was beautiful, her hair framing her face perfectly, her eyes sparkling and her lips forming a perfect smile. Bo caught himself staring at her in the afternoon light. He quickly looked away, a pale pink blush crawling up his cheeks. It would be the perfect time to kiss her – he thought briefly, before making the thought go away. He didn’t want to make things awkward. She probably didn’t love him anyway.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s just one tour.’ He said, downplaying his achievement.

‘Don’t be defeatist, Burnham. Just don’t forget me when you’re famous!’ She answered, poking his chest.

His keys rattled in his hand as he tried to open the door, his heart clenching at the thought of that afternoon. He put his coffee cup on the counter next to his keys and leaned against it. He furrowed his brows and run a hand through his dark blonde hair, tugging at the roots a little.

The crowd cheered as the lights went up in the theatre. Bo raised one of his arms to do a little wave, then bowed to the audience and did this a few times. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, adrenaline and happiness flowing through his veins. He tilted his head to the side to sneak a peak of the backstage where she stood, clapping and jumping a little in excitement. She was adorable. He did a last short bow, then walked towards her, his huge steps closing the gap between them incredibly fast. His smile was wider than ever, eyes sparkling with happiness. He extended his arms for her, wrapped around her waist and lifted her in the air while letting out a small laugh. Her arms were around his neck, holding on to him like he could vanish any second. Her heart never felt so full.

‘You were amazing!’ She said as he put her down, eyes never letting her go.

‘I still can’t believe this is real!’ He answered, resting one of his hands on his hip, looking at her. It seemed impossible, but his heart picked up an even faster pace. Thoughts racing, taking all options into consideration. Should he kiss her now? Her eyes were searching his face, her smile brighter than ever.

‘Let me congratulate as well!’ He heard a voice interrupt his thinking. It was his manager, and the moment was gone. She stepped back a few steps, letting the two of them talk.

That was the last night he saw her. Bo was sitting in the kitchen, looking at his phone, slowly pressing both his palms against his eyes. He was wondering if she still had the same number as she used to. It would be an asshole move to call after all these years, right? He scratched his chin when he heard tiny footsteps approaching him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sweet little dog, Bruce.

‘Are you hungry bud?’ He asked while picking him up to his lap. He petted the small dog while his mind wandered. Did he even deserve a second chance? He pushed away the one person he loved the most and never apologized. He was too scared to face her again, but now that it happened, the possibility seemed more and more inviting. He could try to apologize, try to tell her the truth. Or should he leave her alone? Spare her from even more pain?

‘I know you’re extremely busy Bo, but I need my best friend!’ He heard her say on the other side of the line. A few months has passed since he was on the road. During that time, him and (Y/N) started to talk less and less. She tried her best to keep the two of them connected, but he shut himself off. The stress of being on the road started to be too much mixed with the pain he felt every time they talked. He knew she would never be his, and that dreading feeling made a home in his heart, which started to grow into resentment. It wasn’t logical, oh no. But he was young, stressed and confused. Love made people stupid and miserable, and it didn’t spare him either.

‘You’re being selfish now.’ He said in a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose while holding his phone. He clenched his jaw as he felt his ears burning from a feeling that he couldn’t quite figure out. Anger maybe? He heard a small but audible gasp from the phone.

‘Are you kidding me?’ She asked, her voice changed in tone immediately. ‘I’ve never done anything but supported you! I’m not even asking for you to do the same Bo, I’m just asking you to make an effort to check in with me from time to time! You never call, never write unless I do first, and recently you’ve been ignoring me even then. Don’t even try to deny it.’ She said, her voice trembling, he could hear her holding the tears back, which made his eyes sting a bit as well.

‘I’m not –‘ He started, but she interrupted him.

‘I told you not to deny it.’ She snapped.

‘I’m not denying it.’ He answered, and it was as all emotions were erased from his voice. It surprised him as well as it surprised her. She didn’t say anything, just a small ‘oh’ was to be heard. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

‘Goodbye then.’ She said, hanging up the call. He threw the phone on the couch and buried his face into his hands.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late. He looked at his phone again, then in a sudden decision he picked it up, tugged it in his pocket and left the house.

She was counting the money in the cash register when she heard the bell ring above the door.

‘We’re closing in five!’ She said without looking up, continuing to do her work. She heard footsteps approaching the counter and she saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of her from the corner of her eye. She let out a sigh and put the money back into the register, closing it up. She was never rude with guests, she was just a bit frustrated that day.

‘What can I get –‘ She started, but cut herself off when her eyes met his. She pressed her lips into a single line and rested her hands on the countertop, unconsciously tapping her foot on the ground.

‘Can I talk to you?’ He asked, almost like a whisper. His hands were in his pockets, his sweater’s sleeves rolled up on his arms.

‘I’m working, as you can see.’ She replied, pointing around herself.

‘Maybe I can wait until you finish?’ He answered with a question, hoping she would say yes. She was angry at him, he could see it in the way she looked at him and how she held herself. Tense, defensive. Not like how she used to be around him when they were younger. She let out a defeated sigh.

‘Fine. I’ll be out in ten minutes, meet me outside.’ He nodded and turned his back on her, walking out the shop. He walked a few steps away from the door, trying not to look awkward while waiting. He ran a hand through his hair, which she couldn’t help but notice from under her lashes. The all too familiar movement made her heart flutter. She finished closing up the shop and stepped out onto the cold autumn air, looking at him. He was looking at his feet when he noticed her, his eyes darting to her face immediately.

‘(Y/N).’ He said, stepping towards her. ‘I wanted to say I’m sorry.’ He left a short pause, being unsure what to say to her. Her face was unreadable, arms crossed, looking at him. Little did he know that her heart was beating in her chest in an incredible pace, waiting for him to continue. He made another step towards her, cautiously, like he was being afraid he could scare her away.

‘Do you think –‘ He started, closing his mouth mid-sentence. He still fought with his feelings, being unsure of what to say to her. The truth? ‘Do you think if I stayed everything would’ve been fine?’ He finally asked, her arms tightening around her chest.

‘I would never ask that from you.’ She replied quickly. ‘I always supported you, Bo. You being gone was not the issue.’ At that moment, he had nothing to lose. He already lost everything.

‘I should’ve told you I love you when I had the chance.’ He said, looking deeply into her eyes as she looked up on his face, her mouth open, tears gathering in her beautiful eyes. It broke his heart how much he made her suffer. ‘Not a day has passed when I didn’t think about you.’

Her tears started to flow on her face, the warm feeling contrasting with the cold air.

‘Bo, I’m so sorry.’ She whispered, reaching her arms for him. He noted the gesture, closing the gap between them immediately with one leap, wrapping one of his arms around her waist as he held her head from the back with the other. He leaned down, buried his face into her hair and neck, holding her like he never wanted to let go. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, tears flowing steadily, leaving a small wet spot on his sweater. He caressed her hair slowly, trying to calm her down.

When she pulled away for a second, she looked him in the eyes, their face almost touching. She searched his face, and there were a wide range of emotion in his eyes – relief, guilt, happiness, love. She looked at his lips for a second, then pressed her lips on them. The action took him by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. His soft lips wandered on hers, his hug tightened even more, pulling her to him as close as possible. His hand cradled her head as he poured all his heart into the kiss. She’s never been kissed this good, his lips and tongue dancing with hers in perfect rhythm. She got so lost in the feeling she let out a small moan, bringing her hands up to his hair, which made him grin into the kiss.

‘I love you.’ He said, looking deep into her eye. ‘I was never brave enough to say. I planned to do this for so long. You were right there all along, and I couldn’t-‘ He rambled, and she kissed him again.

‘I wish you would have. You broke my heart, but I never stopped loving you.’ She said, and her saying this made his heart ache. How could he be so stupid. He kissed her again, and as he let go, he could see her hugging herself to warm up.

‘God, we should go. You are freezing.’ He said, concern filling his voice. He didn’t want to leave her though. Never again.

‘Do you want to –‘ She started, hesitating. ‘Do you want to walk me home?’ A bit of a cheeky smile showed on his face, looking away from her.

‘I would love to.’ He answered in a sweet voice, and they started to walk to her place.

Just as she stepped into the apartment and put her keys down, she turned to him, throwing her arms around his neck, hand digging into his hair. He couldn’t help himself but grin at her actions, bring his hands to her thighs and lift her up. His kiss was different than it was in front of the coffee shop. It was happy, curious and filled with want. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he held her with ease, taking a few steps towards the bedroom.

They were tangled in each other, they were two separate people, but at that moment that it felt like they were one. Hands wandering on each other’s body, lips crashing onto the other’s, biting lightly, sharp breaths and moans filling the heavy air. Heavy with unspoken words, guilt, pleasure.

‘I’ll never leave you again.’ He whispered into her ear. ‘If you want me to stay.’

‘I’ll never let you go.’ She answered, kissing him again.

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[lavenderdaisyhoney]

Hi. So this happened. I’ve finally decided to post my first ever headcanon thing so pls be nice because am shy and am baby 🥺 Let me know what you think 😭 and most importantly...ENJOY 🥰

How the AOT Boys Would React to You Graduating:

WARNINGS: none

PAIRINGS: armin, reiner, eren, connie, jean, x gn!reader

Armin

♡︎ Would write you a poem that he’ll read out to you after you walk across the stage ♡︎ Takes hella pictures ♡︎ Is a shy boi so settles for clapping as much as he can ♡︎ He feeling overwhelmed he a part of your life and feels lucky to experience this with you ♡︎ Might shed a few tears ♡︎ Gifted you a pet betta fish he left on your desk in the cutest little fish jar to symbolize new beginnings

Reiner

♡︎ Oh lord this mans gonna be BAWLINGGG ♡︎ DAS HIS BABY ON THE STAGE ♡︎ Brought your favourite flowers for you and your mom (a KING) ♡︎ Is videotaping the whole thing ♡︎ Wore a tie that matches your ootd ♡︎ Is sitting with your dad because they both get along freakishly well

Eren

♡︎ Lord is he LOUD ♡︎ Claps loud and yells your name LOUD ♡ ︎Took a video but the angle is yikes (a baby) ♡︎ Planned a romantic evening for you after spending time with your family Ofc but it’s a SURPRISE ♡︎ Is insanely proud he can’t contain it. Literally. ♡︎ Made sure you both got a pic together so he can frame it 🥺

Connie

♡︎ This mans lowkey forgot it was your grad but he made it and he dressed NICELY ♡︎ Had to grab a seat in the back since he was late but that doesn’t stop him from cheering FOR HIS BABY ♡︎ Brought his disposable camera to take hella pics and print them for you ♡︎ Yelled your name loudly when it was your turn to walk across the stage ♡︎ Picks you up and twirls you in a circle the minute you’re off the stage ♡︎ Brought you roses and your fav candy cuz he knows you like to monch on them

Jean

♡ ︎Oh lord he’s so emotional but he’s trying to hide it (unsuccessfully) ♡︎ Brought you flowers, a teddy bear, chocolate the whole WORKS ♡︎ Took pics so he can sketch it out later as a gift ♡︎ Wore the socks you gave him as a gift because they’re his lucky socks and he just can’t believe how lucky he is ♡︎ Made eye contact with you as you were on the stage and mouthed “I love you” ♡︎ Also cheered for your best friend because he is a SWEET BOIIII

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[tenderlyrenjun]

Your last reblog.. I still think about your Yangyang F.R.I.E.N.D.S series even when I’m focusing on my studies, like, wth, it keeps haunting me, like that one part where yy said smth about wap tiktok challenge and asked oc to go upstairs with him... I’m like “☹️” and I would just slam my pen and groan and complain myself about how hopelessly frustrated I am and that i have to get my shit tgt lol sorry I’m not even exaggerating i keep telling my sister about that fic every single day she’s prolly sick of me saying that rn 🤒

yooooooooo, thank you 🥺 I really like that fic ha .. it got me back into writing after a slump. I’m glad that it left an impression ! I think that ... I got a bit ... overly ambitious with it, considering that the plot is overused; I wanted to kind of have some twists and turns and a bit of suspension and tension sprinkled throughout the entire thing, but it came across more ... um, tender (?) than I intended. I hope you are a good-kind of frustrated lol, kind of like in a yearning way >.< I write with a bit of yearning; it is a bit too dramatic but I like writing in that style. Sometimes, I kind of wish that I had lines that linger with people but the plot is a good thing to just think about occasionally too !

The part you’re probably talking about (lol) from The One with the Halloween Party:

��“What are you doing?” [Yangyang] whispers in your ear, fast, grabbing your waist to guide you over his pelvis. He gets dangerously near your cheek, excusing it as a way for you to hear him better, since you two stand adjacent to the speakers, where the music is above talking decibel. His eye catches onto Lucas’s, and he winks, hands tightening above your skirt, because, despite all the teasing, this is not actually how he wants your entanglement to get out. “Wanna head upstairs? I just found a new TIkTok challenge you can practice on me, like the WAP one.”

The One with the Morning Classes

Preview for The One with the Roommates under the cut

Xiaojun blinks rapidly, stretching his eyes. Man, fuck his roommate. He needs to use the bathroom and splash water on his face or something. This is ridiculous.

The nearest building with a bathroom (because porta potties are gross) is between stage A and a merchandise tent, on the left most side of the entire event, making Xiaojun resent his roommate furthermore. He manages to drag his body past the festival newbies, through the drunk sorority girls (it is literally 1 P.M., who the fuck is already plastered), beyond the Instagram influencers (whatever the hell that means), then finally into the shade. It should not feel as relaxing as it does, to stand in the dark, but God, he is so exhausted, and if he has any chance of meeting up with a certain philosophy major, before the rave portion of the evening starts, he needs to freshen up.

And oddly enough, he jolts awake, outside the bathroom.

Because Yangyang slams the door, more forcefully than an alarm.

“Xiaojun!”

“Uh, hello?” That is his name; don’t wear it out. Or use it as an alarm. Yangyang’s tone sounds exactly like that air horn prank the frat pulled on him and Ten after one specific New Year’s party that he cannot entirely remember. The noise resembles the initial alarm that people set to sleep through, and soon, Xiaojun’s eyes flicker, like a drained battery light. He really needs to wake up, otherwise he is going to pass out on the grass. “Um? Excuse me?”

“Sorry, Xiaojun,” Yangyang emphasizes his name again, not relenting a death-grip on the door handle. “I’m going in there.”

Xiaojun matches his roommate’s posture, glancing from their near touching hands to face. “I just saw you leave.” His voice maintains some control, albeit moderately slurred by fatigue and the alcohol from earlier. Still though, he likes to think that he is plenty aware, to remember seeing Yangyang walk out literally a second ago. He might actually echo a personified question mark, at this point, second-guessing his own unreliable memory. “Alright, whatever. I’ll find another bathroom.”

Yangyang leans away from the door, anchored, still, by the handle, until Xiaojun disappears around the corner, muttering some incoherent sentence about illusions, whatever meme that relates to. His chest starts to feel free again, to breathe, exhaling when he knocks his head on wood, as if a bubble pops air through his diaphragm. And it takes him a little bit, to get out of the headlight, scrambling back into the bathroom. He seems to be slamming doors in your face a lot, as of late. Although, today was somewhat necessary, compared with Monday when he was just teasing you. Hopefully, a kiss mollifies any confusion, or exasperation. He also really likes kissing you. There is always a sense of purpose with his embrace, he thinks. This one calms his nerves and brings him closer to you. Insensitively, as you open your mouth, his hands adorn your face, like applying a faint blush, his fingertips brushing along your cheekbones to pass along his excitement.

And that excitement manifests as momentum, propelling his long legs slightly past yours, making you stumble with him toward the middle of the room.

“What the hell?” you breathe into his mouth.

Yangyang left the bathroom first because his outfit is easier to adjust. Yours has too many components, all of which he complained about earlier, before he tugged you closer by the thigh highs, yanked your skirt up, and nearly ripped your jacket. He vaguely recalls you telling him that your outfit prepares you for cold weather, but (1) it is barely less than 35 degrees out, and (2) you’ve already pleated your socks down to your ankles. It is funny – the difference in your attires: he is dressed cozily, with a signature oversized hoodie and black skinny jeans, while you dressed like Ariana Grande during fall, or at least he thinks so. His frame of reference for style is torn between streetwear and night life, neither really suitable for summer but very wearable for a date. Maybe he is an exhibitionist – having sex when he can be easily caught, showing off his relationship behind a sheer curtain, always being one of the first people to speak during Socratic seminars. All of that gets clouded though, because you are the only person who he really wants attention from.

“You mean who the hell,” he clarifies for you, in a joking way, poking fun at the situation to alleviate your nerves (and his). It is not the right time to reveal this relationship yet, a thought shared mutually between the two of you. Give it a week or two. He wants to date you in a nice little bubble for now, not necessarily a secret, just … without anyone threatening what you two have. You roll your head, like a morning stretch, and he takes it as an agreement, letting you push his back into the wall while standing on your toes a little bit taller to dominate him. He smirks responsively, squeezing out a real answer, “Xiaojun is here. Thought he’d never leave.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, agreeing quickly to keep kissing him. But his smile is too wide, and you really enjoy looking at it – his happiness is easy to emulate, brightening the mood, relieving your nerves. Then you recede and square your hands over his pecs, matting down the grey hoodie across his shoulders. He slowly peeks open his eyes to find you scanning his face, licking away the taste of his cherry chapstick (haha, just kidding, he had a very dehydrating americano forty minutes ago). You peck his lips deeply one last time and remember, “Not even Ten is coming to this thing.”

“I know,” he confirms, nodding his head. He brushes a few loose hair strands over your ear, to suction another brief kiss on your jugular, hoping that it is more soothing than sexual. And it is, given the way that you slouch forward, into his chest, wrapping your arms around his small waist for a second. Instictively, Yangyang returns the hug, his arms circling your neck. The new position puts him close enough for you to hear him whisper. It is comforting, especially with his soft voice. He really knows how to control his tone. “But when The Struts play, you can expect Xiaojun to come.”

#the one with series. #anon asks #/previews