#my heart is yearning QwQ

[dumbgothbunny]

Me: ☠️⚰️🪦

Her: ☀️ ✨🌸

#she’s literal sunshine though #my deression actually goes away? #internet crush #my heart is yearning QwQ

[goosewriting]

Can i request a Leo x reader, where Leo organizes the perfect date that ends with their first kiss? as for prompts, I'd like Leo with pink 4 and 42

Under the oak tree (rottmnt Leo x reader)

prompt 4: “I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

prompt 42: “How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

summary: reader goes on a date with Leo and they have their first kiss.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff omg

word count: ~860

A/N: writing this made me feel incredibly mushy oh wow sdfsfsf thank you for requesting qwq

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Tonight was the night. Tonight Leo would finally muster up his courage to kiss you. He had it all planned out, it was gonna be so romantic he’d woo you out of your socks.

…Or that is what he told himself as he hyped himself up in the bathroom mirror of your apartment. He had come to pick you up for a date (or rather, for the date) but had to excuse himself to your bathroom the moment he laid eyes on you: you looked stunning.

Splashing cold water in his face, the only sounds were the running faucet and his heartbeat pounding against his chest as he looked at himself in the mirror, trying to regain his composure. He tried some more one-liners, but cringed at himself, deciding not to rely on them for a change.

As he finished drying his hands, he heard you call from outside the bathroom, asking if he was okay. He quickly stepped to the door and opened it in one swift motion to tell you that he was ready to go, but his breath got caught in his throat. In your worry, you were leaning in towards the door to listen for your boyfriend, so now that he opened the door so suddenly, you were basically face to face. Leo almost fainted on the spot, but luckily his legs seemed to move on their own as he physically forced himself to tear his eyes away from yours, telling you it was time to get going.

You followed him with equally heated cheeks, unbeknownst to him. But the moment was quickly forgotten as he told you the plan for the day; he really had it all planned out it seemed.

It started with a picnic at the park, for which you had packed a little bag with drinks and snacks. You ate and drank as you talked away in the afternoon, losing track of time (or that’s what he wanted you to think). Once you were done with the food, Leo suggested taking a walk down the boulevard, and he had timed it perfectly, as the sun was just starting to set, drowning your surroundings in warm and golden hues. Leo took your hand as you walked, enjoying the summer breeze.

As the golden hour reached its peak, you two were approaching the big oak tree that you loved so much.

You both sat down at the base, and you admired all the inscriptions of initials and hearts on the bark that had accumulated over the years. This tree sure had seen a fair amount of lovers in its lifetime. It was an urban legend that if you kissed under this tree, your love was meant to be forever. You stole a yearning glance at Leo and bit your bottom lip, wondering if the tree would also become witness to your first kiss with the turtle.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth provided by the last sun rays reaching your skin, until he softly spoke your name to get your attention.

“You know, I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you” he said rather out of nowhere with a genuine smile.

As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment and reciprocate his feelings, you couldn’t help but also want to tease him just a little bit.

“I know you can be corny but I right now, I’d consider that random thing to say” you started, taking his hands in yours and placing them in your lap, trying to hide how much you were shaking. “…But given our location, I would almost believe you have ulterior motives with your comment, Leonardo.”

He looked at you with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

“Would that be… a bad thing?” he asked carefully.

You looked up at the tree, and lingered on the marked bark for a second.

“No” you whispered, shaking your head.

And with that he leaned in agonisingly slow, giving you time to back away if you wanted, but your hands came up to the back of his neck to pull him towards you, and you closed the distance. Your first kiss, under the big oak tree, was sweet, shy almost, but full of promise.

As you broke apart, a gust of wind shook the branches over your head, making the leaves rustle pleasantly, and a couple of leaves came swaying down around you, as if the tree had just given its blessing for the two of you.

You held Leo’s face, who placed his hands over yours, and you both just looked at each other for a moment, your eyes telling him that you, too, believed in soulmates now.

Then your smile turned into a giggle when you couldn’t hold his gaze any longer.

“How long have you had this planned?” you asked, giving him a playful push to the chest.

“Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

His response was so sincere, you didn’t know what to do with yourself, so with burning cheeks and your heart threatening to come bursting out of your chest, you pulled him in for the second kiss of the day, with hopefully many more to come.

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#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #leonardo x reader #500 goslings event

[cafecourage]

That IS SUCH a Legend song.

Oh to be Legend's beloved, going through months/years of pining before he finally, begrudgingly returns your feelings. Having a brief blooming romance only for your light to be snuffed right out from under his nose, leaving him widowed and yearning for nothing but more time 😫, all the while knowing that the universe is much too cruel to grant it.

Why angst! My heart QwQ

Let legend be in love universe!!! Let him have the sappy romance he deserves!!!

#twilight (not lu) speaks #unknown anon

[miel-miette]

No more horny!!! want to be loved!!

#this is about me wanting to read self inserts about YEARNING!!!!!! #I want my fav character to be pinning for me as I am oblivious to their affections!!!! #i want Kakuzu to yearn w the softness of his gaze n Kisame to pour his heart out in a sheepish grin #I do not wish to be railed anymore qwq #hand in lovable hand plz ��🤲🤲🤲🤲 #rue talks

[xelles-archive]

i'm in love with din

#that's it. that's the post. #srsly tho i'm just so?? in love with him?? #smth abt him is so magical that pulls me towards him day by day #as ironic as it can be lmao #i dunno i just. want to snuggle in his arms and kiss his chin and caress his hair.. #baby yoda over here watching me yearn for his dad: googaga #what a cutie <3 sorry baby but you have to cover your eyes for this one qwq #din is just. so cool n cute at the same time?? he's so handsome n hot?? but he's also an adorable speck of life that i want to give him a- #-kiss so badly?? #hhh i want his funko pop now. i really hope it comes by tmrw. #xelle.gushes #⚔️ the hidden bounty in my heart

[kumaronoa]

OC~ ( Poisonous flowering plant uquiz)

~ I wasn't tagged but I saw this uquiz and wanted to do it with my characters 😍

° Kai

Oleander

This is the poison of stagnation. You grow drowsy. Your heart rate slows, and when you do move you can't seem to stop shaking. It may seem to others that you're lazy, or reticent. Like you avoid hard work on purpose, like you always take the easy way out. But you know deep down that it wouldn't be like this if you weren't so tired, so deeply tired. If you weren't crushed under the weight of sorrow like a mile of water over your head. Nothing brings you peace, except rest and-- though you can hardly dare to ask-- having someone tend to you gently and sweetly. A good gardener speaks to their plants, sings to them, waters them, fertilizes their soil, prunes the dead parts, nurtures the new growth. You yearn to be cared for like that, even though you feel you don't deserve it. The secret is that you do. You always have. And someday, you'll learn that, and receive that care, and the exhaustion won't keep you from growing strong and lovely anymore. You were never the problem. These are simply poor growing conditions for you.

° Eliah 

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

Whoa i loved it!!! *O*  Kai.... it’s so accurate and sad,it describes his life before and after the loss of his family qwq Wow *cries*

tagging: @hanawrites404 @quirky-and-kind @mammonprotectionsquad @primabelladonnas @little-lightning-lavellan @dis-gorl-does-stuff @noire-pandora  @gureishi (no pressure,ok? only if you want :D)  and anyone who wants! if you see this i’m tagging you too 💕

#tag game #uquiz #kai #eliah

[dreamsclock]

I imagine ranboo spawned in the overworld so to speak, aka hasn't been to the end himself... but dream has and would be more than happy to tell stories about their homeland :) Please I need more wholesome ranboo and enderdragon!dream bonding they're both so cute QwQ

“It’s dark,” Dream tells him one day, “really dark, but not in a frightening way or anything. It’s... calming, you know? Peaceful. Like you could exist there for a millennia and let the world pass you by in the blink of an eye.”

Ranboo shuffles closer, eager not to miss anything. “Tell me more?”

Dream does, as if he hasn’t told the same story thousands of times over the course of two months to him. “There are big obsidian towers that are fun to play around. I used to see how quickly I could fly from tower to tower. They’re the main source of my health.” He laughs, wryly. “If anyone destroys them, I’m in trouble. And— And there are loads of Endermen there, some of them talk, some don’t. They’re all friendly, though. I... I miss them. I think you’d like it there. They’re family, after all.”

Across from him, Ranboo smiles wistfully. “It sounds nice.”

“It is nice.” Dream sighs. “I wish I could take you there. If the End wasn’t...”

He trails off, glancing in one direction absently. It’s the same direction that Ranboo feels a tug in, and he knows it leads to the End Portal, to home. He wonders if Dream feels the same tug towards the room, wonders how often Dream regrets not staying in the End, especially with recent events. Doomsday hangs heavy in all their minds, a stain on ‘normal’ Ranboo’s relationship with Dream.

In this state, though, Ranboo likes Dream, and Dream likes him. ‘Normal’ Ranboo is afraid of both of them, angry and mistrustful of their friendship, but really, he has no reason to be. Their time together is the only time Dream lets himself relax and uncurl his wings, it’s the only time Ranboo can be himself, it’s the only time both of them open up to someone. And it’s nice, to have that sort of friendship with someone. It’s nice, to have a friend who understands about being seen as the bad guy.

“We could go to the End,” Ranboo says quietly, catching Dream’s attention. Purple eyes land on him, curiously, yearning. “We could. We could just.... leave here and go somewhere safe, quiet. Stay there as long as we need.”

Dream gnaws at the side of his lip. It’s tricky to do that with fangs, so Ranboo isn’t surprised when he winced and blood begins to bubble up on the corner of his bottom lip. “We could,” he agrees, tentatively, and Ranboo’s heart rises, “I mean, technically, there’s nothing stopping us.”

“You have everything you want,” Ranboo encourages, “you have the disks, you have a friend. Don’t you want to be safe?”

He knows the answer before it leaves Dream’s lips, sees the answer in Dream’s purple eyes and tired expression and chuckle.

“I can’t abandon this. I want the server to be back under my control,” he says, rueful, “and when that happens.... when that happens, we could go to the End. When everything is under my control. When I’ve got the happy ending.”

Ranboo looks away, disappointment settling over him like a death sentence. He doesn’t think Dream is ever going to get a happy ending, doesn’t think the world is that forgiving or kind, and therefore going to the End is never going to happen.

But he’s told Dream this before, he’s warned him, and Dream refuses to listen with the stubbornness of the dragon he is. So instead, Ranboo smiles, sadly taking note of Dream’s wings that flutter limply in manic desperation and the hunched posture of his body.

Dragons don’t last out of the End. Both of them know that. There will never be a happy ending for Dream.

“You’ll be careful, right?” Ranboo asks him, because it’s all he can do. “You’ll win. You’ll control the server and leave to come to the End with me.”

Dream leans forwards, holding out his pinkie finger. Confused, Ranboo mimics him, and is bemused to find his finger squeezed in a tight grip with Dream’s own pinkie.

“Pinkie promise,” his friend tells him with an eager smile, “I swear I’ll make it back in one piece. I wouldn’t do that to you, anyway. You can’t get to the End without me.”

(“I can’t get to the End without you,” Ranboo whispers a month later, agonised, standing outside the prison with dread and misery in his heart, “Dream, you idiot.”)

(Because Dream cares too much, and maybe if he’d cared a little less he would have won.)

(Ranboo turns away, and heads back to his pseudo home. His heart longs for the End and for Dream’s company.)

#> my asks !! #> my writing !! #> enderdragon dream au #tw blood #long post

[cabinofimagines]

Leo's ABCs

A/N: Hi I hope you’re happy to see me around -Danny

Request: Y'all I need more Leo x reader in my life! Idea: Leo knows mores code. Reader catches him tapping out cute little messages and taps back. Weird lil conversations ensue. I just really need some fire-boy fluff rn // Anything sweet with Leo qwq there's not much with him

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Words: 1,380

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Leo would be happy just watching you do your thing, or if it’s you the one who has free time, he would let you hang at the workshop and he’d ramble about his new projects– If both of you have some time to spare, you usually just watch movies and cuddle

Beauty - What do they admire of their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves the way you love. The way you treat your friends and family and how you express your feelings, he thinks it’s unique.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Leo is an expert at rambling, he’ll talk for hours and hours if you need a distraction, if you need a break from life he’ll take you to one of his hiding spots and will let you stay there just chilling, maybe brushing your hair gently while you breath in and put your thoughts in order.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Honestly, he still has a bit of trouble picturing a future, but not because he doesn’t want you in it! It’s just demigod life, you know? He prefers living in the present, and either way, time goes by so fast when you’re having fun…

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it depends on the day. If Leo’s too distracted with a project to eat or to make plans with you, you’ll take the lead. But it’s usually a shared thing, he loves planning your outings and dates and you love making proper schedules so you can attend your duties and still have enough time to hang out together. It’s about equals <3

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Leo is the kind of person to walk away when he knows he’s wrong and that pisses you off, but he comes around eventually and apologizes properly. When it’s you the one who messed up, he really isn’t good keeping score about that stuff, his brain is always running so he usually forgets about your fights and treats you like nothing happened. You apologize anyway, even if he tells you it’s no big deal.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Leo is grateful even for the things he shouldn’t be lmaoo He just feels like having you in his life is enough to thank you every day.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Sometimes he has a hard time talking about his bad feelings on the spot, but he eventually gathers the courage to talk to you about it. You have to be patient though, sometimes he won’t mention it until it’s been a month or so.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

LEO KNOWS HIS VALUE!! HE KNOWS HE’S WORTHY OF LOVE!! AND YOU DID THAT!

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Would love to say no, but he definitely gets jelous. He’s the pouty type tho, won’t yell at you or treat the other person rudely, he just sits there and grumbles under his breath until you smoother him with kisses.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He could NOT believe someone actually wanted to kiss him. Him??? on the lips??

Every time you guys kiss his brain goes !!!!!

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I think he either blurts it out while being sleep deprived, or it’s you the one who takes the first step. But boi does he love to flirt…

Memory- (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably the first time you guys ever talked for more than two minutes. It was like sparks were flying, the chemistry was just THAT good.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Probably just your name in general, bc it’s his s/o name! I also think ‘Mi vida’ bc he’s that kind of guy, also sunshine bc I strongly he just likes the word

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s such a lovesick fool, a stranger on the street could tell he’s in love. A very touchy fella, he needs to TOUCH to know it’s real (not in a icky way, just like, hand holding or stuff like that)

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He just found the love of his life and you expect him to be quiet about it? PLEASE

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s really good at solving problems on the spot, once again his brain is always going fast af, you never have to worry about a mishap when he’s around. Also morse code, he taught you how to use it and now he’s always saying ‘I love you’ to you all day

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s so creative in the weirdest ways, and you love it. It makes the relationship extra interesting. Again, bc he’s a lovesick dork, he’s also a hopeless romantic. He would give you the moon if he could.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Mr Valdez is known in every single one of your clubs and teams bc he’s that loud dude that’s always shouting stuff about how cool you are even when you’re just standing there.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s a sucker for routines. After moving around all his life he just loves to know there’s a place he can just sit and enjoy stuff, he gets his excitement whenever he starts a new project and honestly that’s good enough, he doesn’t need another life-changing quest when he’s got you. He’ll never get tired of what you guys have

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Leo knows your entire schedule by heart at this point. Whenever you cry he hugs you tight against him bc he doesn’t want you to see he’s crying too. He really feels every single one of your defeats and wins as if they were his own.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

YOU. ARE. HIS. LIFE. Sometimes the thought scares you, having someone who depends on you can be draining, but Leo has never put you on a tough spot, he loves you more than he loves himself but he’s considerate with your feelings to the point that he’ll give you space if you ask for it. All he wants is your happiness.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When he’s especially happy he will snuggle his face on your hair and hug you close. You’re like his real-life teddy bear.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

YES.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Poor puppy, he tries his best to hide it when he’s with others, he laughs and continues to be the life of the party, but he usually calls you by iris message every morning so he can see your face, the reunions are always worth it.

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Ride or die, this bastard would die for you more than once and then come back just to die again. I hate him.

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[nagitoandkokichioneshots]

Hello! I just found this blog and I absolutely adore your writings aaahh qwq Can I request a oneshot perhaps of Hana meeting an older Monaca (since she was technically raised by Nagito too), aaah I hope this is ok :'D

Mod Mikan: Two things. First: Thank you for your kind words! It really warms my heart that you adore my writings, despite my lack of confidence in them. Secondly, at first I was going to politely decline this request since I didn’t really know how to go about writing this and I’m not the fondest of Monaca’s character (I also don’t know how to write her since we don’t really see her that much aside from UDG), but I really wanted to take as shot at writing this, since this does seem like an interesting concept to me. So instead of a drabble, I decided to make headcanons! I really hope this is to your liking, darling! Enjoy! 

-It all started with you and Nagito wanting to go on a long, much needed date night! 

-You two haven’t gone out on a proper date night since the birth of Hana. While the Komeada’s cherish the time they spend doting over their lil’ ultimate ballerina, way too many bedwets and cries from their daughter signaled that the parents needed some time to themselves 

-”No problem, angel! I’ll call Hajime and see if he can babysit her tonight,” Nagito offered, already pulling out his phone from his back pocket. You were already applying some lipgloss to accompany the (F/C) dress you put on tonight, when you heard a sigh of discontent a few minutes later

-”Naggie, what happened?” You asked your husband, going up to him. He frowned, crossing his arms

-”Hajime can’t watch Hana. He and Chiaki are in Florida on vacation at the moment,” I let out a long exhale myself, about to reluctantly call off mine and Nagito’s longly yearned for date night. Before I could utter the depressing sentence, Nagito’s eyes shone again, as if he thought of a solution 

-”Oh! Maybe Monaca can babysit our flower!” He exclaimed, getting out his phone again. I widen my eyes, carefully placing my hands on his phone, supposedly trying to stop him from making the phone call

-”Nagito, hold on! Umm...maybe we can reschedule next week when Hajime and Chiaki come back!” I suggested, forcing a grin to ease him. However, my white haired husband was no fool. He sighed, bringing a cold hand to gently caress my cheek

-”Love...” He started, making me lock my (E/C) orbs into his ghostly green ones. He smiled softly at me, kissing my forehead in attempt to soothe me. With his thumb stroking my cheek, he continued with what he was going to say 

-”I know Monaca has the reputation as being....devious, but she changed. I promise,” He assured me. Instead of earning an equally tender smile from his spouse, I tilted my head challengingly at him

-”Oh really?” I asked him, conflicted with what to agree with. On one hand, the idea of me and Nagito having at least a couple of romantic hours alone, getting lost in a lover’s chat, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feast upon our favorite foods together--just the two of us.....it gave me the idea of what I was really craving for....a proper date between me and my husband

-On the other hand, I’ve heard stories that Nagito told me about Monaca. Albeit for a short time, Nagito technically raised the lil’ ultimate Homeroom. She claimed he “made her into an adult” in a way, getting her now known cynical, pessimistic personality from him. However, the reputation she has gotten before that matched the one of a sociopath--manipulative, guileful, sly, and downright disingenuous. There was no way I’d leave my daughter with someone like that 

-”Nagito.....you still have contact with her? How can you even be so sure?” I asked him a follow up question, making his gentle smile turn into a light smirk. He began to unlock his phone, as he answered my questions with a calm, yet soothing voice 

-”We never talked after she kinda...left. I guess overtime she turned kinda....indifferent, especially due to our different values and beliefs. But it’s safe to say that we grew closer as time went on,” He explained, pressing his phone to his ear. I let out another sigh, but this one carried a softer tone than my previous depressed one

-”Alright. I guess a few hours with Monaca won’t hurt. I’ll inform Hana,” I smiled, pressing a pappy peck onto Nagito’s cheek, as I made my way into Hana’s room. I could’ve sworn I saw a light pink hue dust over Nagito’s cheek before I left the room 

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-”You’re his daughter? Geez, I’m sorry,” The green haired girl told the toddler, as she sat down on the couch. The little ballerina frowned, fumbling with a red playing block she was holding in her hands

-It’s been a few minutes since Monaca came to our house and greeted both me and Nagito. She simply just waved at the guy she called her ‘Big brother’ when she was younger. She had a bit more cheerful expression when she saw me, expressing a passionless “Hello (Y/N)” and neutral looking smile. To anyone, it would’ve looked like she couldn’t care less. But to anyone that actually knew Monaca, it was considered showing more emotion that usual

-After we had a brief introduction between Hana and Monaca, we said our goodbyes as me and Nagito made our way to our car. We drove off, the thought of finally having a night-out to ourselves kicking out any worry or concern I had in the back of my mind

-Everything was going to be perfect.........right? 

(Third person’s POV)

-”I like Papa’s hope rants. I think they’re interesting!” Hana exclaimed, flashing a toothy grin at her babysitter. Monaca cocked a brow, watching the three year old girl stack her building blocks onto the wooden living room floor. Someone....actually likes his rants about hope and despair? 

-”Oh you poor thing. What did that guy do to your innocent mind?” Monaca asked her, snatching the TV remote from the glass coffee table. She flipped through the channels, stopping at the comedy movie, Ballerina. The remote was lazily tossed beside Monaca, hitting the fuzzy material with a low “thud”. Hana’s (E/C) eyes shot up from her blocks, staring at the screen with intensity 

-”I guess it makes sense.....spend enough time with that guy...you’d become as cheery as him....creepy even....” The older woman commented under her breath, keeping her gaze on the toddler’s eyes glued to the TV 

-”Do you like this movie?” Monaca asked her, making the blond haired girl nod with excitement. She turned back to her with a wide smile on her face

-”Papa and I watch it ALL the time! It in-inspired me to be a ballerina!” She cheered, crawling towards her babysitter. She stopped at her feet, tilting her head up to lock her (E/C) orbs into Monaca’s pickle green ones. The older girl furrowed her brow, but before she could offer the toddler to sit on the couch with her, Hana stood up and tug on Monaca’s dress skirt 

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and de-deter--determina--” The pale skinned girl huffed at trying to say the long word, rephrasing her words with easier ones that she understood better

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and desire, I can make my dreams come true. He says after bad luck and despair, good things will come. Despair never wins, no matter how tough it may seem. Because if it seems very VERY bad at first, it will b-balance out with the good that will come! Now that is where hope comes in! Papa says that--” Before Hana could finish her own adorable hope ramble (another trait she got from her Papa, alongside his hair, love for bagels, admiration for (Y/N), and aloofness), Monaca plugged her ears shut with her hands pressing harshly against them 

-”Stop, Stop, STOP! Not another ‘hope this’ ‘despair that’ ramble! Monaca can’t take it!” She grunted in frustration, being reminded of the exact same thing that drove her away in the first place. This made Hana jerk back, biting her lip in regret and humiliation 

-”I....I’m sorry, Miss. Monaca. I....I didn’t know Papa annoyed you that much...” She sniffled, failing to stop the tears from breaking the barrier between her brain and eyes. Salty teardrops began to swell in her (E/C) hues, blurring her field of vision. As more tears began to prick, rolling down her pink colored cheeks, the green haired teenager’s mouth formed into a sorrow scorn 

-”Hey, I never said that. While.....that is true, there are some things I do like about him,” Monaca crouched down to Hana’s height, resting her arm down to her knee. In the first time in years Monaca’s lips curved into a bright....smile? Smile? Monaca rarely offered a cheerful smile since childhood 

-However this uncommon occurrence made Hana sniffle, wiping the flood of watery fluid that poured down from her eyes. She looked up at her babysitter, feeling a soft cloth being applied to her tear stained cheeks. She noticed Monaca was wiping her face with a handkerchief, making the toddler feel even more at ease

-”You....you really mean that? What do you like about Papa?” Hana asked her, a gentle smile forming onto her own small pink mouth. Monaca kept her warm smile, as she lifted Hana from the floor, peaceful putting her on her lap. She tucked her handkerchief back into her dress pocket, turning back to the little girl 

-”Well.....your Papa made me into an adult....in a way....I may not like his rambles the way you do, but...it shaped me into who I am today,” She started to elucidated her thought process, intriguing Hana into her explanation even more. This silently hinted the green-haired teenager to keep going, as she quickly thought of what else to say to back up her statement

-”Monaca became...mature and grown-up because of your Papa. He only raised me for a short time, but it was enough for me to know exactly my desires and dreams for the future. Like how that movie you and your Papa watch made you into a ballerina,” She compared her intentions with Hana’s, making the little girl nod understandingly. Before the teen could go on, the toddler interrupted her with a joyous toned question 

-”That’s so cool Papa in-inspired you too, Miss. Monaca! What happened after you grew up and left Papa’s care? What exactly did he make you want to do?” She asked. Monaca’s atypical smile was replaced with her usual seldom, bored expression as she truthfully told Hana

-”He made me give up despair and hope all together. It came to the point were one day....I just didn’t know what I wanted anymore. So I decided that I was done with everything and wanted to live in space for a while. It was where I was actually before your Papa called me to watch you,” She let out an exasperated sigh, turning to stare at the floor in disbelief “Remind me to change my phone number once I’m done here, okay kid?” She asked the toddler, making her furrow her brow. However, Hana just flashed her normal optimistic grin and nodded 

-”Okay, Miss. Monaca. Now come on! I want to watch the movie! And later let’s play with my blocks together! I’m making a castle!” She shouted with delight and amusement. This just made the regularly cynical girl curve her lips into another infrequent smile, but this time a lot less noticeable. She got on her knees with Hana, playing with her building blocks as the movie kept flashing on the TV screen 

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(Y/N’s POV)

-”Thank you for watching her, Monaca! We really appreciate it,” I thanked the now 18 year old girl. Me and Nagito just came home from our dinner and found Hana sound asleep on the couch, one of the couch pillows tucked messily underneath her head, a navy blanket lazily place over her body as it rose up and down from her deep breaths

-”It was no problem at all, (Y/N). Hana is actually....really nice,” Monaca admitted, almost making me choke on my own saliva. Monaca.....expressing positive feelings? I guess she really had changed from her time in space. Monaca turned to Nagito, his arm still wrapped around my waist, stroking my left hip with comfort

-”You have a good one....don’t screw her up,” Was all she said before she made her way out the door. However, Nagito didn’t seem fazed by her subtle insult towards him, as he kept a merry smile on his face--the same one that was a dead ringer of his daughter’s

-”Thank you again!” My husband waved at the green-haired girl, making her stop in her tracks and turn back at us. I cocked my brow, thinking she forgot to tell us something. My thoughts were quickly put to ease, as she began to speak one last time 

-”Oh, one more thing. If you ever need a babysitter....please don’t call me. Okay, thanks! See you never!” She waved back at us, making her way out of the house. My skepticism was brushed off by the wave of relief when Monaca didn’t want to come back, in spite of confessing that Hana was a good kid

-My pale skinned husband shut the door softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping daughter from the couch she was passed out on. He lifted her into a princess carry in a mild manner, the blanket still providing her a light heat source. He turned to me, walking towards the bedrooms with me

-”I’ll put our little hope in bed. You go get comfy in our room. You seem a bit tired yourself, my angel,” He told me in a hushed tone. I nodded sleepily, backing up his observation with a fatigued yawn. I gave my sleeping daughter a soft kiss on her temple, as I made my way to mine and Nagito’s shared bedroom. I fumbled with the back off my dress, feeling the cool metal of my dress zipper, peeling it off from my body

-After throwing on one of Nagito’s oversized T shirts and brushing my teeth, my marshmallow haired husband came in our room, throwing his white blazer onto a nearby chair. As he began to strip from his tuxedo, he turned to me, his calm, positive expression never leaving his face 

-”See (Y/N)? Everything is fine. We had our date night and Hana was safe and happy,” He informed me, alleviating me even more than I already was when we got home. I nodded in agreement, crawling into our shared bed

-”I know, Naggie. I know. I guess.....I was worried about losing Hana....our Hana....” I disclosed, earning a confused look from Nagito

-”Hm? I’m not sure I follow, (Y/N),” He told me, nodding his head as an unspoken way for me to describe what I was feeling. I sighed, shifting my weight on the bed so I was sitting upright

-”Monaca became....gloomy....depressed....jaded. It’s stupid to worry about this but....I thought if she told Hana her perspective about growing up with you....Hana would become like her...” I turned to Nagito, a seed of worry was blooming onto my face, filling it with trouble “Hana really loves you, Nagito. Your desire to bring hope out....your enthusiasm and passion...I don’t want Hana to lose avidness she got from you,” I reached to stroke his arm. He stayed silent for a while, processing what I just told him. After a few moments of racking his brain, Nagito smiled once again, sitting down with me, stripped to his boxers 

-”(Y/N), I’ve only raised Monaca for such a short time. It was on her to leave and abandon the ideas that I raved about. I did nothing but be myself around her. Forget about Monaca, love. Hana is our daughter--our precious flower of hope. As her parents, we’ll support her no matter what she wants to do. But for now...it seems like she wants to bring out the hope that sleep inside of her...” He held me close, bringing me towards his body by my waist. He stroked my arm in a tender manner, resting his cheek on top of my head

-”You really mean that, Naggie?” I asked him, feeling a nod against the crown of my head. He tilted his head down at me, gently kissing my forehead

-”I really do, my sunshine. Besides...” He motioned for me to lay down with, patting the space next to him on the white bedsheets. I snuggled against him, signaling for him to turn off the lights in our room. Before our room was engulfed the the darkness of the night, I could’ve sworn that I saw Nagito’s smile turn into a collected smirk as he held me close 

-”You think I’d really help out someone that supported despair?” 

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Hi! could I get some fluff with Lester Sinclair and a female S/O? like a date, they go to the woods to search for animal bones and other cool stuff that can be found in the forest and at some point they get lost because they were too distracted being adorable? thank you so much!!!💞💞💞💞 love ya! hope you're doing well💞

A Paisley Afternoon

Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

SFW, mentions of abuse, swearing

Word count: 4,884

assasdjhajfsgawgeu you are SO sweet! QwQ I hope you’re doing good as well!

Quick disclaimer: I have not seen the House of Wax, and I haven’t really written for the Sinclair brothers that much, so if their characterization seems off plz let me know! This was hella fun to write and I’m super glad you requested this! (I’m also lowkey simping for Lester Sinclair, what have u done to me)

I know u asked for fluff and while this mostly is, I made the ending kinda angsty cause I can’t help myself...T-T but it has a happy ending tho

cut because this is a loooong ass fic

“S-so uh, Y/N! V-Vinnie asked me to uh, go get some stuff from the forest, ya know, for his artstuffs? And uh, ‘was wonderin’ if you wanted to come with, since yer a big fan of nature and stuff, heh. I-if you don’t that’s ok I understand I-”

You silenced his nervous rambling with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d love to! Could we make it a picnic? I don’t get to cook for you often,” you hummed.

Lester blushed a deep red. “Y-yeah if you wanna, I’d love that...uh, m-meet you at our usual spot? Four pm?”

“I’ll see you then!” You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning to go back into the house.

He gawked for a minute before jogging down the porch steps, stammering his goodbyes. He drove off as if he had gotten de-pantsed during gym class and was retreating to hide out his shame in the locker room.

...

He would never call this a date. Not in a million years. After all ‘Dates are s'posed to be nice and fancy, and if there’s one thing I ain’t it’s that!’. Lester’s self-deprecating humor came back in your mind as you sat on the edge of the boarded-up well. The well served as your go-to meet spot for these kinds of outings.

Even though you had both been dating for years, Lester always treated every date as if it were his first. As if he couldn't believe that you wanted to spend time with him. It broke your heart to think about, but it was sweet in away.

Every time he came up with an excuse. ‘Bo wants me out of the house for the evening'...'We need more parts for the House of Wax, and I need some help'... 'You’ve spent a lot of time inside lately, you should go on a walk'! And I’ll come with to protect you in case people come by.’  But you knew better.

You knew that Lester was too nervous to ask you outright. You’re snapped out of your daydream by the slam of a car door. Looking up to see Lester jogging towards you, Jonsey following close behind.

“S-sorry I’m late! Lost track of ti-...Y/N! How many times have I told you not to sit on that well!?!” he picked up his pace, sprinting to where you sat.

You sheepishly stood up, not noticing that you had been leaning on it in the first place.

“Sorry sweetheart, guess I jus’ got tired,”

He pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled away to check your body for injuries. He was like a flustered mother goose, almost.

“That well is ancient, why it-it was 'prolly here before Bo and Vinnie were even born! If you p-put too much weight on it, it could-”

“Collapse and I could get hurt, I know, I know. Gah! You worry too much darling,” You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss into the bridge of his nose.

He stood back and put his hands on his hips, eyeing you up and down.

“Why I oughta-” He wagged a finger in your direction.

“What? You oughta what? What’re you gonna do huh?” you smirked and leaned into him, tilting your head.

“I oughta…” He trailed off at your sudden challenge, blushing hard.

His eyes widened and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I oughta kiss you, fer being so reckless!” He crossed his arms.

You giggled and put a hand over your forehead. “Oh no! What a tragedy! Forced to kiss the most handsome man in the world! Whatever shall I do???”

You sank to the ground and leaned against Jonsey, putting a hand to your forehead. Lester looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Aww shucks!” He muttered.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his waist and ghosting your lips against his. Lester pressed his hands against your waist and closed the distance between you two. You stayed connected for a moment, savoring the tangy taste of sweat and dirt on your tongue. You only broke away when you heard Jonesy snuffling around in the picnic basket you brought with. After shooing her away from your food, Lester went back to his truck to gather his bag, and you were both on your way.

You and Lester walked through the forest, taking your time to pick your way for the undergrowth. Even though you both did this often, and usually traveled the same path each time, you never failed to find stuff.

Jonesy, not learning her lesson from the last time, went after a badger and got her ass kicked again. Leading to a very angry rant from Lester, even though she couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Even though you were looking for animal bones, anything was game. From discarded beer cans to cool looking rocks, weird plants, whatever you managed to find.

You both stopped in a small clearing, the trees were sparser here and the grass a bit taller. A perfect place for treasures to hide. Lester beamed, moving to start sifting through the vegetation. You set your basket down nearby and followed suit, hiking up your pant legs to avoid the mud.

A few minutes and a couple of oddly shaped rocks later, Lester called out to you. He showed off a very excellent stick, that was a bit shorter than him and looked thick and sturdy. He handed it to you, proclaiming that it was going to be your 'wizard staff'.

“Wizard staff?” you chuckled, grabbing the stick from his hands.

“Why yes! You are the most magical person I’ve met! You’ve got to be some sort of powerful enchantress! Sein' as you’ve put a spell on my heart~” he smiled and grabbed you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you.

You gasped when he pulled away, blushing at his cheesy comments. You sure as shit weren’t gonna let him get away with it without firing back with some of your own.

“That’s funny, seeing as you’re the one who’s charmed me~” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot on his sensitive skin.

You spun around and stooped down to pick through the grass,  ignoring his flustered gaping. He smiled and kneeled next to you in the dirt, enjoying the silence of the forest.

You both trek on for another hour or so, before finding a level area near a creek to collapse and have lunch. You made quick work, unfurling the blanket and setting out the food. You tossed a few treats towards Jonsey to make sure your meal wouldn't get sacrificed.

You fell onto the ground with a thud, letting your aching muscles relax. Even though it wasn't hot out, the humidity made doing anything outside torture. You don't know how Lester managed to do it every day.

“You need to eat, here d-drink some water,” he pushed a canteen into your hands along with a sandwich.

“Water?” Taking a swig from the canteen, you smirked. “Why, I think you have more than quenched my thirst, gorgeous~”

Lester went red from ear to ear as he realized that you were ogling his backside while he rummaged around in his bag. He flushed and sat down next to you, suddenly very invested in the ham sandwich in front of him. You finished your sandwich and leaned against his shoulder. Lester blushed and started stammering. You silence him with a kiss, one hand moving to cup his cheek, the other moving to his chest.

He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. His lips slid against yours, chapped and sweaty, and tasting faintly of blood. It was more than gross, it was ghastly, repulsive even, and yet so so addicting. Every time you think you get enough of him he leaves you yearning for more. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought him to be a succubus or some kind of land-dwelling siren.

But nope, it was just Lester. Lester bringing you gifts in the form of wildflowers, pretty rocks, and books. Lester giving you full-throated, heartfelt praise and sappy comments. Lester giving you more passion and love and charm in one smile than anyone else could give you in a lifetime. Bo may be a smooth-talking seducer, but Lester? Lester was straight up husband material, and it made your heart melt.

And it made other things melt as well, you realized as you were craving more of him. You opened your mouth slightly, pushing your tongue on his lips to savor more of that sickly sweet taste. He obliged you, parting his lips to brush your tongues together. Straddling his waist, you press your body against his, leveraging a more intimate kiss.

He gave out a small groan, which only spurned you on further. Your  hand reached down to pull at the hem of his shirt, when his rough hands gripped your hips and pulled you off of him.

“Not in front of Jonesy!” he hissed into your ear.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion.

“Jonsey? Babe, she’s just a dog she doesn’t care what we’re doin’, she doesn’t even understand what sex is!”

He puffed up , a bit offended by your words. “She is not jus’ a dog, she is an innocent creature and does not deserve to be exposed to that kind o’ stuff!”

You snickered again, conceding defeat. “Alright alright, but you owe me, mister,” you teased.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head as you snuggled into his side.

“Don’ worry bout a thing darlin’, I always pay my debts,”

You both relaxed, exchanging kisses and occasionally commenting about work, or the weather. After a while, you both decided it was time to move on, and you packed up camp.

As you stopped to refill the canteens from the creek, your eye noticed something odd in the water.

Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a very smooth rock. You, of course, fished it out to take home with you. Only then did you realize what about it that had caught your eye in the first place. The rock itself was a dark color, flat, and about the same circumference as a small wine bottle. Right smack in the middle of the rock was a hole going clear through to the other side.

Your jaw dropped. It was a hag stone. You had heard of them before but had never expected to ever find one naturally occurring. They were ridiculously rare and only formed under specific circumstances. Even though it seemed to be a bit silly, you mentally thanked the forest and the creek for giving you such a gift. “Lester!” you called out. “Come look at what I found!”

You ran over to him and dropped the stone into his palm. His eyes widened, his fingers running over the smooth surface, tracing the round hole.

“You found this in th’ creek?” he held the stone up to his face and peered through the hole curiously.

“Yeah! It was just sitting there,”

“Well I’ll be, I never seen anything like it!”

“They’re called Hag Stones! It's rumored they hold powerful magic, since they're only created through natural means,”

Lester hummed and pushed the stone back into your hands.

“That’s a real hell of a find y/n!” He smiled.

You palmed the rock, thinking for a moment. An idea popped into your head.

“Say Lester do you have any rope or string?” you asked.

He nodded and went to retrieve it from his pack. It was a small bundle of thin para-cord, stolen off some unfortunate tourist. 

“Perfect!” you beamed.

Taking the loose end, you compared the length to your neck to gauge it, then took a small pocket knife and cut the rope. Looping one end through the hole in the rock, then tying both ends in a secure knot. Beckoning Lester to lean down, you looped the necklace over his head, leaving it to rest on his neck . He looked down at it and smiled.

“When Hag Stones are worn around the neck like this, they make the wearer pretty much immune to curses and bad luck. It’s even said that if you look through it, you’ll be able to see into the kingdom of the Fae Folk! And because we found this one in the forest, it grants you favor with the tree spirits!” you bit your tongue and blushed, realizing how silly and hippy-dippy you sounded.

“‘Course that’s just all legend, but it is still pretty though, and I think it suits you nicely.”

Lesters’ eyes widened, and he tried to lift the stone from around his neck. “I can't! Y-you need this more than me!”

You snatched his hands from the cord and laced your fingers in his, shrugging.

“You deserve it baby, you deserve to be protected. You deserve to be happy and loved too! I’m plenty safe with you and Jonesy around. It’s your turn to be taken care of,” you leaned and pressed your forehead against his.

Reaching up, you rubbed his cheek, surprised when your hand came away wet. Looking up you saw that he was crying.

“Oh, Lester? What’s wrong sweetie?” you wiped away the streams of tears with your thumbs.

“N-nothing I just-” he closed his eyes and let out a choked sob. His hands came to rest atop yours. “No one’s ever t-told me that, that i d-deserve to be happy and s-safe!”

He burrowed his face in your shoulder and sobbed. You stood and held him there, rocking back and forth while rubbing circles on his back in through his hair. His arms gripped you tight enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind. Even as you cooed and shushed him, anger bubbled behind your soothing tone.

You were furious. Furious at his parents for treating him like he didn’t exist, at Bo for bullying him constantly, and at Vincent too. Even though Vincent wasn’t as nasty, he still brushed Lester off like a horsefly that wouldn’t leave him alone. When Lester tried to talk to him, show him something, even just say hi, Vincent would always sign the same things.

‘I’m busy,’

‘Go bother Bo,’

‘Lester please, I have a headache, be quiet,’

It made your blood boil and your vision go red. Yeah sure, Vincents’ mute and can’t eat or smile without his deformity causing him pain. Bo was treated like the devil incarnate by his parents in favor of Vincents’ artistic talent. But they had the same fucking parents. The same fucking childhood. The least they could do is treat him like something more than a piece of dirt. Some days you wondered if they even cared about him.

You snapped out of your ire when Lester pulled you into a tender kiss, lower lip still trembling slightly. You pulled back and planted kisses all over his face, on his nose, chin, eyelid, everywhere. He devolved into a fit of wet giggles, his nose crinkling as your lips tickled his handsome features. He wiped his eyes again and looked you in the eyes lovingly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Lester,”

You smiled and gave him one final kiss. He beamed. Taking the stone, he held it up to his eye, peering through the hole at you.

“Well hey! Would’ya lookit that! I’ve already found myself a fairy! And a mighty cute one at that!~”

You giggled and pushed him away bashfully. “Go pack up the rest of our stuff ya goofball!”

>>>>>

Following the river, you continued to look for stuff along the winding trail. You snagged a pretty decent haul, all things considered. Animal bones and carcasses and rocks and some jewelry left behind by a camper. Nothing really out of the norm for the pair of you, and things were going great.

That is until you realize too little too late, that the sun had all but set, and left you in the dark with no idea of where you are. You tried to follow the creek down back the way you came and kept following it. And kept following it, and….

“Lester? I don’t recognize any of this…”

You hoped that Lester would put on his brave act and reassure you that yes, Y/n. He knew the woods like the back of his hand and that you would be home in no time. You did not get that.

“Yeah, me neither, I don’ know where the hell we ended up. It’s too dark for me to read my compass an’ I left the flashlights at Ambrose ‘cause I didn’t think we’d be out past dark,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. “Ah, damn it’s dead! Knew I shoulda charged it before I left this morning! Did you bring yours?”

The lack of panic and fear in his voice made your skin crawl. How the hell is he so calm??? And no, you didn’t bother to bring your phone with you this time, not wanting to be annoyed with phone calls from work. Lester seemed to notice your mounting panic and quickly set about comforting you.

“Y/N! Y/n, dont be upset, we’ll be ok! You got me an' Jonesy here to protect you. I’m pretty sure that this creek leads to the main road, and we can follow the road back to Ambrose. You have extra food in that basket right?”

“Uh, yeah, treats for Jonesy, some apples and an extra sandwich I think, and we have water in the canteens still,”

“Alrighty then, If worse comes to absolute worse, we’ll make camp for the night in the forest. Then I can make a fire and we’ll head out in th mornin' when it’s light out, ok? Hey…” He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna be ok.” he said with an air of finality, putting you somewhat at ease and strenghtening your resolve.

You continued to follow the creek, holding hands so you wouldn’t get separated. You walked on for what seemed like hours, but eventually, you came across the road Lester talked about. You would’ve cried out for joy if you weren't so goddamn tired. You hadn’t realized how far you went into the forest. Lester stepped out into the middle of the road and looked towards the sky, looking for something. You stepped out and looked up with him. You gasped at the sight of the sky. You had never seen so many stars in the sky before. Well, that’s a lie, Lester took you stargazing often, but it still stole your breath every time.

“Fuck” he whispered under his breath. “It’s a new moon,”

“Why’s that bad?” you asked.

“Can’t tell which way east is, ‘least not very easily,” he muttered.

He scanned the sky further, peering at it with an intense stare. Even though you were horribly, horribly lost, you were happy to be able to spend time with Lester. A little bit of impromptu stargazing was also a plus.

“Jesus, you think after a while i’d start to remember to bring the flashlights, huh? Guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” He chuckled.

You reached out for Lesters’ hand again, squeezing it gently. He continued to curse under his breath before giving up on whatever it was he was looking for. “Y/N, I’m really sorry this turned into such a shitshow, I-”

“It’s ok pumpkin, shit happens sometimes. The only thing we can really do is try to do better next time,”

“Yeah, I guess,”

You both stood there staring at the sky, not knowing what to do or where to go from here. So you stood, and stared at the sky, in the middle of the road, like a couple o’ crazies.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the car approaching you in the road. A door slammed, jarring you out of your stupor. You rubbed your eyes, stuggling to adjust to the birghtness of the headlights. You heard a voice call out.

“Lester? Jonesy?” it was Bo, of all people, and he seemed to be somewhat concerned  for once in his goddamn life.

“Yeah we are we, just got,” Lester was cut off, the worry vanishing from Bo in an instant once he realized you guys were ok.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!? IT’S ALMOST ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK AT DAWN!!!” he roared. “You haven’t been answering your phone Lester, and YOU, for whatever fucking reason, decided to leave yours at home, what in the fuck happened?!?”

“We got lost,” Lester shrugged.

“Lost?” he hissed. “Fucking lost? Let me guess, asswipe didn’t bother to bring flashlights did he?” Bo asked you, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice like sour honey.

He was about to launch into another bought of cursing, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Bo whipped around to face his twin, who signed something quickly. You couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but whatever he said, it pissed Bo off.

“Don’t you fuckin’ ‘Bo’ me, I’m tired of this lardass going ‘round ‘causin trouble!” He whipped towards you and jabbed his finger in your face. “And you! You-”

Something inside you snapped. You were exhausted, in pain, and flat out sick of everything.

“What?! I’m what Bo? I’m a worthless, good for nothin’ piece o shit? Huh? Just like your FUCKING BROTHER HUH?!?”

“Ya know what, now that you say it-” he smirked.

CRACK The air around you was still, and thick. Bo doubled over, trying to comprehend what happened. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show tears on your face, even as pain blossomed through your joints.

“Not another fucking word out of your goddamn mouth, Bo Sinclair, or so help me god I’m gonna be the one gluing your lips shut! Got it?” your voice quaked low and dangerous, and even Bo knew better than to try and talk back.

“The way you treat Lester is fucking shameful! The ONLY thing you seem to be good at is making people feel like shit, and I would fucking expect an ADULT MAN to have more emotional maturity THAN A FUCKING THREE OLD!!!” you felt your voice go shrill and high, warbling with rage.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU PUNCH PEOPLE ‘CAUSE YOUR DADDY DIDN'T LOVE YOU, ‘CAUSE NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLE, LESTER’S DADDY DIDN’T LOVE HIM EITHER, AND NEITHER DID HIS MOMMA!!! A detail you seem to fucking forget even though he’s YOUR FUCKING BROTHER, AND YOU SHOULD BE TREATING HIM WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU GIVE TO YOUR FUCKING PICKUP!!!

And you!”

Vincent jumped and almost fell backward when you turned to talk to him. You could see his eyes wide with fear under his waxy mask. Good. You wanted this lesson to fucking stick.

“You have less spine than your fucking wax statues! If you had even an ounce self respect, you’d grow a pair and stop putting up with Bo’s bullshit! Or at the very least, you’d stop cowering in the basement being all sad and tragic and try to be invested in what Lester is trying to say rather than blowing him off with bullshit excuses because you can’t be FUCKED to give shit!!!”

You finally let yourself pause, catching your breath. You heard Vincent shifting his weight on his feet, and felt the eye daggers Bo was stabbing you with. “You three are brothers, so fucking act like it,”

And with that, you grabbed Lester by the hand and led him to Bo’s truck. Neither Bo nor Vincent seemed to make any move to follow you. Opening the driver’s side door, you let Jonesy hop up into the back. Noticing that the keys were still in the ignition, you pulled them out and tossed them to Lester. You slid into the passenger seat and let out a silent sigh. Christ, did your head fucking hurt.

You noticed that Lester seemed a bit anxious, but you could tell that he was happy that someone stood up for him.

You looked over at the twins just in time to see Bo smack Vincent's hand away.

“DOn’t fuckin’ touch me!” he growled.

“Bo, get in the fucking truck,” you hissed.

Vincent scrambled through the driver’s side door into the backseat. You exhaled through your nose, noticing that he chose the seat opposite of where you were sitting.  Bo was a little late to the party, but you savored the humiliation of him having to crawl into the backseat of his truck.

Satisfied, you leaned against the headrest of your seat, trying to steady your breaths. The purr of the engine was a welcome distraction from the tense air around you. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the last thing you remember was Lester carrying you to bed. He gave you a kiss, whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

BONUS:

Bo gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I cannot believe you are making me do this,” he mumbled.

“Please, Bo! I don’t wanna get yelled at again!” Vincent signed hastily.

Bo raised an eyebrow. “You really are a self absorbed prick, aren’t you?”

Vincent dropped his hands in exasperation before picking them up again. “Fine, It’s the right thing to do, and I’m a jerk just like you, now will you please-”

“Alright, alright,” Bo waved Vincents’ hands down.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and trudged up the stairs, Vincent tugging him along . Bo gently knocked on Lester’s bedroom door. Hearing a muffled ‘yes’, he opened it to see Lester standing near his dresser, putting his gear away. Y/n was fast asleep under the covers.

“She asleep?” He nodded his head towards your shape on the bed.

“Uh, yeah i think so, why?” Lester whispered.

“We need to talk,” Bo stated numbly.

“Oh...Uh, gimme a minuet,” he stuffed his pack in the wardrobe before following Bo and Vincent out into the living room.

Bo stood for a moment, shooting his twin a sour glare. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry,” he groused.

Vincent looked at him expectedly as Lester tilted his head in confusion. Bo let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m sorry fer always yellin’ at you and tellin’ you yer a piece a shit, ‘cause ya aren’t. I know that you don’t mean to forget things. The reason why I got so angry tonight was ‘cause I was so damn worried about you, but that’s no excuse. So, I’ll try and uh, ‘manage my emotional outbursts', his words, not mine” Bo nodded at his twin.

“What he’s trying to say is that we both care about you, and we’ve both been letting our emotions dictate how we treat you.” His hands hesitated slightly before continuing. “I...as much as would like to believe, I’m not any better than Bo just because I don’t yell at you. I’m self absorbed, and I need to be more self aware and not let myself get strung up over little things,”

Lester sniffed, wiping the tears that were forming on his eyelids. “You wax-heads, of course I know you guys care about me! Why else would you come looking for me at ‘one in the fucking morning’?” he snickered. “I do appreciate your apologies though...I know you an’ Vinnie ain’t got it easy, god knows you didn’t, I was there, but that was it. Just, there. A bystander. I can’t help but wonder if I had said or done something maybe-”

“Lester,” Bo interrupted. “What happened to me-what happened to us is not your fault, or your responsibility.”

“I figure, but the problem is I’m still a bystander now, here in Ambrose. I don’t ever take charge of anythin’, I just stand there and wait for one of you to tell me to do something. Heh...that’s not really useful, ain’t It? I want-I should be takin’ a more active role in the House of Wax, we all have our part to play, don’t we?” “You’re right, we all need to work together,” Vincent signed.

Bo rolled his eyes and huffed, shaking his head at Vincent.

“OOOKAYY, if this shit gets any sweetter im gonna have a heart attack and die!” Bo stood up to leave. “Goodnight,”

“Oh no, not so fast mister!”

Lester wrapped his arms around Bo and pulled him into a hug. Vincent was quick to hug him from behind, pinning Bo between him and Lester.

“Alrighty, I love you too...ok that’s enough you can let me go

now...guys?....Helloooo?”

“We're not lettin' go 'til you hug back~,” Lester sang out.

Vincent rested his head on Bo’s shoulder in place of making a sarcastic remark. Bo grumbled, throwing his arms around Lester, who in turn, squeezed Bo tighter.

“Hey! A Sinclair Sandwich! Ain’t had one of these in a long time,” Lester giggled.

“Happy now?” Bo muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Bo relaxed a little, allowing himself to sink into the physical affection. Vincent hummed happily in response, and Lester nuzzled into Bo’s other shoulder. Bo closed his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, believed that he was going to be okay.

-Mod Elith

#house of wax #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #fanfic #fluff #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #slasher #istg if lester doesn't stop being such a h i m b o im gonna have to get down on my knees and propose to him #i SWEAR to you this is not anti bo or vinnie #i love the sinclair brothers equally #I just reallt wanted to put the fear of god in bo #mod elith #i still don't know how to add tags when answering an ask on desktopadjskfhalhf

[selfshippinglover]

Main Timeline with Mark <3

So Actor and I are together in a few different ways depending on what route I’ve decided to go down. I wanted to go through the basics of my main and favorite timeline though! Naturally, it all starts with Who Killed Markiplier.....

~The trio (I.E. Actor, Wilford, and Damien) are all still childhood friends. I am also childhood friends with Damien.

~I meet Mark at a later date after being invited to one of Mark’s crazy mansion parties. Damien asks me to come as his plus one. Though I’m not to thrilled to be going to a big, crazy party full of strangers, I agree to try it. After all, the friends he’s always talking about will be there. It would be a good chance to meet them!

~I end up meeting Wilford, Celine, Ben, Chef, and then Actor

~We all end up becoming fast friends despite the everything about the party atmosphere. Whenever they’re not drink, I spend time getting to know them.

~Upon meeting Mark, two things are immediately clear: This guy is CLEARLY a narcissist......BUT he’s also very interesting? Like, I find myself gravitating towards him despite being off put by the first thing he says within earshot of me XD

~I realize over the course of the night that Mark and Celine are together. They hold hands, and kiss and cuddle

~Overall, the night goes well and we start hanging out in a bigger group! Annually meeting up and sharing laughs at Mark’s mansion

~During this time, i find myself catching feelings for Mark that I try to ignore. He’s not my type anyways.....

~At another party sometime later, Mark and the guys manage to talk me into getting drunk 1 time. Unfortunately me for me, that one time I confess my feelings to a stunned Mark and then pass out. I can’t recall a damn thing the next day and Mark doesn’t speak of it.

~He doesn’t forget it either, though

~He teases me on and off about having a “crush on him or something” but it’s just a game

~Eventually, Celine and Mark get married. I attend the wedding and do all i can to help things run smoothly while smiling in the face of heartbreak

~I attempt to date other people but I keep finding myself drawn back to the man I have no chances with internally *cue personal angst cause unrequiteedd*

~Things continue on as normal until the big break up err well, the reveal that Celine was cheating on Mark with Wilford

~The rift between all of us starts to grow between hurt feelings and fears

~Despite this, I choose to keep them all as friends. Sure I can’t talk about a certain someone with another someone but, at least we can staill talk!

~For awhile, that’s all I can do with Wilford and Celine while they build their new lives together. Just talk.

~Since Damien and I have been best friends the entire time, I catch him up to speed on what’s happened

~Damien admits to me that he’s kinda glad since he’s always thought that Mark wasn’t good enough for his sister.

~I feel hurt on Mark’s behalf just by his words

~Damien gets caught up in mayoral duties(and maybeee some gambliing) so I don’t get to talk with him for a little bit

~Then there’s handsome, aristocrastic, irratating and ravishing Mark

~Alone in his mansion, fallen into a depression that becomes fueled by neglect and alcohol

~I’m the only one that even reaches out to Mark during this period of time

~I keep my distance at first, Leaving my thoughts and feelings out of his affairs. I check in on him by talking with Ben 

~But after Ben expresses worry over his master’s worsening condition and refusal of help(Plus he wasn’t answering any of my calls or letters) I decide to go to the mansion and check up on him.

~God he looks awful. It’s as if all his charisma, charm, and attitude had been sucked out of his body. Even his hair and outfit were unkempt. It seemed as if he’d been wearing the same clothes over and over too

~I end up staying with him in the mansion for a whole couple of months. He pours his heart out to me. I pour my heart out to him. I do everything I can to help him.

~I first start to hear inklings of the entity haunting the mansion now. Voices here and there. Maybe a weird shape in the peripheral?? It seems like just little missable coincidences

~An unfortunate side affect of being alone with the man you like is also feeling things a bit more than you’d like. The yearning increases 1000% dkhdf

~We grow closer and stronger together. He even tells me about the times he killed himself and the true nature of the house. 

~The houses little pulls and such keep getting stronger. With the knowledge that the house has a conscious of it’s own in mind, I can take it better. Mark and I help one another to deal with the house and talk about our thoughts inn case it seems like we’re thinking a bit more out of character about things.

~After a few months, Mark seems to be getting back on his feet. Sometimes he can crack a joke, be an asshole, smirk, and be more like his old self. 

~during these months, we spend many nights staying up together and just talking. About anything and everything. Celine, Damien, the stars, if life has meaning. On a night like that, around midnight, he finally tells me about the fact that I confessed to him. He chuckles, and flushes quietly, saying that it was, “the most sweet and thoughtful way he’d ever been described”

~I profusely apologize. He apologizes for not saying anything sooner and all is well. (Besides the pain in my chest at now truely having been rejected :.))

~Things continue on in this fashion. I basically become another house inhabitant. I still talk to Damine, Celine, and Wilford when I can. Ben and I cook food and chat and dance.

~Sure, Mark may not like me the same way I like him, but it was still great to even be with him and the other two in his mansion

~We share more cutesy, intimate moments together. (dancing in the living room, falling asleep to movies, etc.) and eventually, he starts to feel the same

~I notice him teasing me more often and being a little bit clingier? It’s strange but I’m not about to complain(God the increase in romantic tension is SO palpable that you can taste it sdjkk,hbkg)

~We can finally truely talk in the open about the whole break up without Mark bursting into tears now QwQ

~I officaially move into the mansion now

~All is well as things FINALLY seem to be getting better. Hell, he even wants to patch things up with the other three! Acknowleding that things will never be the same but wanting to try again nonetheless

~And then, slowly, things change for the better. We all heal and apologize and we can friends again! :.))

~I know that the house is cursed and no matter what bad stuff is supposed to go down but uhh, my canon now kdghfdf (Plus, when we die old and by one another’s side, we’ll go to the Upside Down instead of the other side) We spend our whole lives fighting the house tbh. So do Celine, Wilford, and Damien though. They kept coming back so that means their cursed as well dfhjdfsh

~So yeah, main timeline is literally ONLY pre Who Killed Markiplier shit because I FIRMLY believe that if mark hadn’t been left alone at his lowest point in a haunted fucking mansion, things would’ve been okay. After all, Mark confirmed that it was the house’s suggestions that got this all started. Sure, Actor was pissed and depressed before but only after the tampering and unable to die stuff did he choose revenge. At least that’s how I gathered it?? 

~In conclusion, make it better and avoid 3/4ths of the bad stuff fic world is where I usually live ,dhfshdf

#cicisays #Part of your Play #my s/i #lol LORE #If I think of more #i'll probs just add it here #but yeah! #main timeline events

[damn-the-dark]

I’m gonna scream I need to get homework done but I can’t stop thinking about THAT POST you can’t just steal all my UwUs like that it was very cool of you to do so but ,,, oh my god I’m so in love you can’t do that to my heart

(Becomes your new, not-Markiplier dad) Do your homework and stop Yearning. ùwú You can have a little yearning later, as a treat

(Sfdgdgfhfg im sorry, you can have your uwu’s back I promise qwq 💓)

[nerdycanible1]

I've never once felt myself felt as free as I did when I'm on stage. My heart flutters, my soul is high and the spiritual energy is just amazing. My fingers strumming against the metal on my stratocast.

And at the end, once you struck the last cord or even finish up the guitar solo. There's that silence, that silence that lasts an eternity but in reality it's only a split second. That feeling when the crowd goes quiet, the numbness in your fingertips as your heart drops. Almost as if you did something bad. That! There! That inner peace of knowing you did your best.

All of a sudden you hear everyone yell as loud as they could. They erupt in cheers, yells of amazement and even some in love. The lights make you hot and make your skin turn red but in all honesty it's from the fans. It's the fans that make you blush and it's the reason we do this. I mean... Why not? This is just... Too amazing.

After everyone is done and it's time for us to go, there's a sarrow, a yearning, not for the pleasure of my fans but... The pleasure of the stage. It's almost amazing if you think about it. It's almost like being worshipped and I guess that's where I go bad.

I shouldn't want that but I don't care, I just want to feel as if I'm needed. Seeing the girls cry out my name, the men giving me their stares of-of! Heck I don't even know fully myself!! So everytime I look back carrying my guitar, I hear this tiny little voice inside of my head telling me that it would be my best years. The voice says... What she says-is that I'll be the best damn Rock 'n Roll goddess our there! And I'll show it! I'll prove it!

(Korra's P. O. V.)

~♥~

Just thinking of performing brings me a calming peace. You glide the bow perfectly across the strings and you'll have the perfect melody. Music was my get away, away from the negativity, the pain and the sarrows of being a motherless child.

I know these are petty things to worry about but it's what I care for. You'll still drown in water that's 2 inches deep. Tilt your head, shift your wait, glide the bow and hold the neck and you'll create a sound that's your own.

Music seemed simple but it is way more complicated than that. Memorize everything. Every note, every holding and every breath and count. It's almost as great as math. Count, find the variable and you manage to find the time everything will end and where it starts off. The silence of the crowd is chilling.

You're on the stage alone and when you're standing there upon many predators... You're alone. You turn your head a bit and you'll find a new sound, lower your arm or raise it and you'll have a different note, listen with your heart instead of your mind and you have mind blowing results.

I love that feeling of being the only one listening to my music. You'd get so wrapped up in it that you're able to feel the true meaning of the written song.

You'll feel things you never knew you possessed and in this moment, playing in front of this huge crowd, what I feel is a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. True happiness. And maybe it's because I saw someone. More of the reason why I performed here, the reason why I can't help but pour all of my feelings into each and every note. Her bright blue eyes are all I see. The only person I'll share my music with.

(Asami's P. O. V.)

I'm so so sorry for spamming you, qwq. Here's how you should read it. And if you read it please tell me if you like it or not UwU I'd be happy.

@denimcatfish

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