#I might be cringe but I’m having fun

[crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy]

Project: Give the Rise Boys a Mom

basically I was minding my own business a while back when I got the idea to make an AU where the boys had a mom growing up as well as Splinter.

So I made an OC. Her name is Araminta, but she goes by Mint. She’s a curly-haired mouse and she’s the boys’ mom.

She has zero impact on the plot because we all know nothing can stop these boys from causing/getting into chaos. She’s just there to be a stable adult presence in their lives.

anyways here’s a couple snippets of her and the boys interacting.

————————————————- “Oh Mother Dearest! It is I, your favorite child.”

Mint looked up from her book. “Donnie, you know I don’t have favorites.”

Donnie pouted. “Funniest child?”

“Donnie.” Mint gave him a pointed look.

“Dejected sigh. Fine. It is I, Donatello, your not favorite child.” A pause, and Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “Who took my spot? Because if it was Leo he stole the last of the pudding cups and didn’t tell anyone.”

Mint rolled her eyes affectionately. “Did you need something Donniecule, or are you just digging for nonexistent clues about my nonexistent favorite child?”

“One day I shall prove you have a favorite and that said favorite is me, but alas, this is not a research visit.”

—————————————————

“Oh Mamá!”

“Mom-Mom!”

Mint looked up from the pot of soup she was stirring as Leo and Mikey raced into the room.

“Mom-Mom, Leo and I had this idea—“

Leo clamped a hand over Mikey’s mouth. “I’m explaining it, I’m the face man and it was my idea!” He looked up at Mint. “So Mamá, I had this great idea— Yeuck!” Leo cut himself off and shook his hand, then wiped it off on Mikey’s shoulder. “Really? We’re that immature now?”

Mikey gave Leo a smug grin, then turned back to Mint. “As I was saying, we had this idea! There’s an abandoned skatepark on the outskirts of the city and there’s never anyone there!”

“Yeah, we’ve been staking the place out for like a month now and no one’s ever been there! So we were thinking, why not have a family picnic at the abandoned skate park? Then we can show off our moves and have dinner and be outside!”

Donnie, who had quietly been cutting vegetables the entire time, spoke up. “So that’s where you’ve been sneaking off to. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you both disappear at the same time for roughly two hours every day.”

“Why didn’t you just use your trackers and figure it out?” Leo folded his arms across his chest. “Since we know you put them on us.”

“What? No! I most certainly did…n’t. Put trackers on you. That does not sound like something I would do.” He turned back to the carrots. “You must be mistaken.”

Mint shook her head in exasperation at the twins, then met Mikey’s gaze. “You’re sure there’s no one around?”

“Positive!”

“Did you check for cameras?”

Mikey and Leo grew silent and turned to look at each other.

“No,” Mikey said at last, turning back to Mint.

“I did.” 

All three of them turned to look at Donnie, who slid his precisely chopped carrots off the board and into a bowl of other carrot slices.

“Raph and I followed you there once. I made sure there weren’t any cameras. It’s safe.”

“Hey!” Leo pointed an accusing finger at Donnie. “Then what was that remark about finding out where we were going for?”

“Ensuring that you both know I was aware of your being gone the entire time. You’re not sneaky.”

“I don’t need to be sneaky to wipe that smug grin off your face!” Leo lunged towards Donnie.

Mint caught him with her tail. “Let’s not do that while Donnie’s holding a knife, hm?”

“Evil chuckle,” Donnie said quietly.

“Donnie, that does not mean you have permission to stab your brother.”

Donnie paused and cocked his head, metaphorical gears turning. “Which one?”

“Any of them.”

Donnie’s sharpie eyebrows drew together and he stuck his tongue out in disappointment as he turned back to the carrots.

—————————————

So that’s Mint :) I might drop some more snippets featuring her every once in a while.

[halos2]

(^_<)

[cable-salamder]

My interest that was called cringe back in 2021 getting a sort of revival on a lot of social media platforms is not what I had on my 2024 bingo card but here we are

[boltsinmycereal]

The Las Vegas app has a driver descriptions section and they’re honestly a hoot to read.

[coredrill]

oh also headsup to everyone that i will be TRYING to see if i can’t catch the new bravern ep earlier than i usually do tomorrow so y’know. beware the Posts

[klutzytomb]

I was messing with some art style stuff and I think this is the closest I’ve gotten to actually drawing myself in a while

[kuroosdarling]

going to be archiving a lot of my fics and cleaning up my masterlists later so i might make a lil tag or post to keep them safe somewhere <3 will add it to my tags soon!

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

2022 is coming to a close and goodness me...

Watching Arcane December of last year was life changing and posting my first fics this year March 12th was also life changing.

I remember waking up the next morning and seeing an email about all the kudos I received and even if it wasn’t thousands, I was seen by someone. It was so unexpected and motivating.

I was definitely not the greatest writer at all but all of my readers, commenters and kudo leavers pushed me to keep going and let me grow as a writer. I’ve always loved writing and being able to share is just [screams].

So all love to everyone who’s inspired me and convinced me to keep going.

[cottoncandyrhythmqueen]

Fighting temptation to make SS public demo move video bc I’ve played it too much…

[arolesbianism]

I’ve drawn a decent amount of isat au eternal gales but yknow what I haven’t drawn? Eternal gales au isat. Don’t look at me.

[heavyedit]

ever growing urge to ask who’s ok with having their toki art tagged as id but i don’t want to send a bunch of anons to people and also i’m only mutuals with like 3 of you so i can’t just post a general request. le sigh

[tigerplushh]

Heavy breathinf …………………………….and what if I did another selfship moodboard. What then

[thekittyburger]

why is the top Instagram auto-fill result for ‘therians’ ‘therians getting jumped’. What. Did we not leave bullying and mockery back in school.

[cruesuffix]

adding onto my streamer au…here’s something!

“Vince’s Gossip Corner: gossiping about the band addition!”

Vince’s room for the most part is dark, bar the pink LED lights he always uses. The man of the hour is off camera, rummaging around for a couple of things. There’s already a flood of comments coming in. It’s clear they’re all excited for another edition of Vince’s well beloved livestreams. It had been a month since Vince got himself a twitch account. The rest of the band had been pestering him to make an account.

Apparently they couldn’t call themselves the “emo hype house” if one of the members didn’t have a twitch or youtube channel. It didn’t really make much sense to him, but just to appease the guys (and get them off his back a bit) he made one. He didn’t know what to do at first, he wasn’t as good at playing video games like Mick was, and he didn’t want to just react to videos like Nikki and Tommy did. Some of the fans simply suggested he do whatever interested him. There were only two things that interested Vince: makeup and gossip.

So here he was now, combining the two in a segment he liked to call “Vince’s Gossip Corner.” He only ever streamed on Thursdays, probably because that was the only time he wasn’t busy doing other cooler things. Vince walked into the camera view, holding a bunch of makeup products in his arms. He smiled at the camera and sat down.

“Welcome losers! We’re back again for another edition of Gossip Corner! We have a lot to talk about, but before we get into that, I’d like to show you the look we’re going to be attempting today.” He greeted the audience, right before shoving his phone into the camera.

After a minute of trying to focus on his phone, a picture appeared clear as day. It was a closeup of a 1920’s film star in glam makeup. The comments erupted with skepticism, everyone was sure Vince wouldn’t be able to pull off the look.

glamkitty88: oh this is…

vincesgurl: you would EAT this look ong

poppy: you still have time to reconsider girliepop

“Ok I know this looks a bit complicated, but i could totally do it! Let’s be a bit more positive in the chat please.”

Throwing on a headband to get his bangs out of the way, Vince started by priming his face. Occasionally, in order to keep his fans engaged, he’d read out comments and answer questions.

“‘What’s Nikki doing today?’ ummm…I’m not sure…I think he said something about washing Mick’s hair on stream later today? I have no idea why though, I’ll probably pop into his stream later and see.” He answered a viewers question. It only fuels silly comments about those two.

“Guys wow, you gotta stop this!” He says in between giggles. “You guys are so weird!” He referred to a nikkimick shippers comments.

“Ok, ok, anyways…today I wanted to just be silly and gossip a bit with you guys, but this time I wanna talk about the band! I never talk about them on my streams, and I think they think they’re safe…well they aren’t!” He announced, bringing the attention back to the topic at hand.

“They’ve been real moronic lately I’m not gonna lie to you guys…who here say Mick’s last stream? He literally fell asleep on camera! It was so funny, I’m so happy I saw it live this time.”

micksgf: dude that was so funny! i literally gifted five subs to see if my message could wake him up and nothing happened!

yoongles: wait is he doing another moldy stream this week? i always miss it! :(

guitarhxro: i’m going to ask him to play guitar when he’s like that and see what happens!

fivealive: omg i was there!! didn’t nikki have to call him just to wake him up? that was gold!

joeyxmokey: you should have seen his face when he realized he was streaming it! i screenrecorded the whole thing if anyone wants to see it!

“Guys no but like I hate when he does those streams…cause I’m never there to see them! I literally always miss them and I keep telling Tommy to record a stream for me and he never does!” Vince whined as he dabbed some foundation on his face. The shade was noticeably too light for his complexion. Nobody said anything.

“These jerks don’t even think about me! Like I wanna watch those streams and I get nothing. He’s so hilarious when he’s like that though, you guys should see what he does off camera!” Vince continued, throwing in a little tease to the fans, who reacted appropriately.

davidmustardstain: ong vince you better release the footage

mimisworld: FILM HIM

kurtnovain: bros always saying stuff like this…just film him bro it ain’t that hard!

“Anyways, anyone else hear the news about Nikki?” Vince shrugged, changing the subject.

nikkisgirl: omg what?

nikkimyboo: i think i heard something about him and vanity…pls don’t let it be true!!

publikenemy: i don’t even know if i wanna know now!

“Well, last night Nikki told me…what’s her name? Umm…the crazy little black chick he’s always hanging around?”

merrygodown: vanity!!

“Oh,” Vince laughed, squinting at the name on the screen. “Thanks merry go down, yeah Vanity…well, and you didn’t hear this from me, but Nikki told me she proposed to him last night!”

nikkisgirl: NO

nikkisgirl: SAY SIKE PLS

yoongles: oh that’s not-

321beep: i’m going to kay em ess if this is true

nikkismyboo: does that mean i have to change my name now?

micksgf: brother euuughh

guitarhxro: oh but she’s not even that cute like that’s cringe ngl

Vince laughed as he read the comments. He was so amused by all the people badmouthing Vanity. He wondered if they knew none of them ever had a chance with Nikki in the first place.

micksgf: well at least mickey poo is single

“EWWW MICKS GIRLFRIEND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!” Vince erupted in laughter at the comment. He screenshot the comment to show Mick later on.

He took a chance at quickly glancing at the viewfinder. He gasped at what he saw. He was pure white.

“Guys seriously? Why did no one tell me i look like a damn ghost in here?” he exclaimed, trying to blend everything out. obviously he was still pale white. He wondered if this shade would match Mick’s skin tone. He made a mental note to try it out on him tomorrow.

Meanwhile the comments were still reeling from his previous revelation.

publikenemy: yo vince you gonna tell us the truth??

yoongles: stop deflecting ho!!

321beep: no one cares about the foundation!!

kurtnovain: gay boy what’s the deal with nikki just tell us!!

“Ok first of all, don’t call me gay boy! Second of all, i told you already, Vanity tried to propose to Nikki…and he said yes! Yep that’s right jealous bitches Nikki ain’t yours no more so go cry to ya mama and stop annoying me about it!” Vince revealed, clapping his hands.

nikkisgirl: ONG I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

wildgirl69: what no

nikkismyboo: what if this was my thirteenth reason?

The reactions were eye roll worthy, but Vince simply went back to dabbing concealer under his eyes and over any blemishes.

“Anyways… oh guys did you know one of Tommy’s girls got him a dirt bike? It’s literally outside our house right now and i wanna ride it so bad. I’m waiting for Tommy to leave so I can take it out for a spin. Literally I’m so jealous, my girl never gets me anything.” Vince lamented.

heavensdemons: aye if you don’t want her i’ll take her :)

“nuh uh mods ban that ho! No one makes jokes about stealing my girl in front of me! Evil behaviour…didn’t your parents ever teach ya some manners? Anyways…oh you’ll never believe who was at the store the other day. Axl Rose, just at the store buying Chex Mix right in front of me! I would have never pegged him as a cereal kind of guy, he kinda looks like he just wakes up and doesn’t eat anything…like just puts on clothes and just walks out the door. Like Tommy, that guy doesn’t eat a thing! Wait…ok umm, how am i going to do these eyebrows though? skinny like an anor- wait am i allowed to make that joke?”

bestiewestie: oh vince…

nikkisgirl: not cool dude!

mimisworld: vince gon get cancelled for the fifth time this week!

guitarhxro: bro thought he cooked with that one

“No guys wait, i love all my anorexic fans! y’all are cool hope you get better or something!”

micksgf: dodged a bullet!

nikkismyboo: where’s your ukulele?!

bbgirl: apology video with tears NOW

Vince tried hard to stifle a laugh as he moved on to contour. He wasn’t really sure what he should contour since the girl in the photo didn’t seem to have any on. With a shrug, he simply put it where he always did, his nose and cheekbones. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. Looking down, he laughed as soon as he saw the contact name.

“Guys wait, it’s Mick! I’m putting him on speaker.”

Holding the phone up to his mic, he answered it.

Vince: “What up?”

Mick: Hey man…uhhh, I think I lost my keys, can you open the door?”

Mick sounded just a bit wasted, which only amused Vince more.

Vince: “Where were you?”

Mick: “Nunya, now open the door dipshit!”

Vince: Hey you’re on speaker, be nice!”

Mick: “I’m what? Are you doing a stream?”

Vince: “Yep!”

Mick: “Oh cool.”

Mick raised his voice so the audience could hear him clearly.

Mick: “Hey, uh, if anyones getting bored by this fruity ass livestream I’m doing a stream myself soon so come over to my channel: 1313mars if you want to see me…do something I guess, I don’t know.”

Vince pulled the phone away from the mic a bit.

Vince: “Dude stop plugging your shit on my channel!”

Mick: “Can you just hurry up and get your ass over here, I’m cold as hell out here.”

Vince: “Don’t you have a jacket?”

Mick: “I didn’t bring it cause i thought it wasn’t gonna be cold.”

Vince: “Were you at Jack’s place again?”

Mick: “Yeah…I- wait I’m not trying to have a conversation with you right now, I need you to open. the. door!”

“I would…but i’m busy! Ask Nikki!” Vince cheerfully replied. He could hear Mick start to curse him out but quickly hung up on him before a word could be made out. The last thing he needed was a channel violation notice.

“I’m telling you guys from now, if he starts a Moldy Stream tonight i’m ditching you guys.” Vince announced.

gulphoe: bffr we’d leave your ass before you could!

micksgf: sorry vinnie i’m leaving as soon as i get the notif

kingtommyland: don’t do the eyebrows it’s going to make you look bad!

“Whatever you losers! Do you think Nikki let him in yet?”

mimisworld: i’ve been watching both yours and nikki’s stream and he just got up and left!

micksgf: WAIT MICKS IN NIKKIS ROOM MY BESTIE JUST SENT ME A SCREENSHOT!!

rightriot: lmaoo vince he’s tearing you up on nikki’s stream rn

kiki: he just called you a carpet muncher…you gon let that slide?

“A what? girl i’m not a lesbian what’s he talking about?”

wildgirl69: he’s beating your ass in the stream lmaoo

“What’s he saying?”

kirikiribonito: he called you gay and said he doesn’t like watching your fruity little livestreams!

Vince scoffed.

“Nobody’s forcing him to watch!”

midnightbarber: he said you look like the ghost of christmas past if it just got run over by a porsche

“GHOSTS CAN’T GET RUN OVER BY CARS!” Vince yelled out. Mick’s voice could be heard even in the background.

“THEN WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT, CASPER?!”

Vince gasped, he looked at the camera as if the audience could help him.

“Motherfucker just called me Casper…I’m going to destroy all his streaming equipment, I’d like to see what he does then.”

bbgirl: you ain’t gonna do shit!!

Before he could answer, a notification popped up on Vince’s phone.

“New Notification: 1313mars started a livestream “vimce niel neds to jmp of a brdge!1!1!”

Vince squinted at the notification and grinned. His viewer count was slowly going down as everyone moved onto the “better” stream of the night. He looked up at the camera.

“Sorry losers I suddenly have something better to do now, I gotta go, but I’ll be back next Thursday…on the dot. Oh, and Mick I know you ain’t watching but I’m going to destroy you…just you wait.”

wildgirl69: he really thought he ate with that one

micksgf: CRINGE

Vince quickly turns off the stream and his camera, heading over to Mick’s stream which was barely a minute in.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You Came, You Called || LN4

Summary: when strangers follow you from the nightclub there’s only one person you want to call.

Warnings: angst, threatening behaviour, fluff

WC: 2.4K

Lando stirred at the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. There were few people who could get past the ‘do not disturb’ setting that came into effect after midnight. With bleary eyes he reached for the phone and cringed at the bright light in his face but the sight of your name chased away his exhaustion.

It had been 162 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 162 days since he had ruined everything. He regretted his foolishness for every single one of those days and his stomach flipped at the thought of hearing your voice.

“Hey,” he answered, a flinch following as his voice cracked from lack of use while he slept. He quickly cleared it before trying again. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

Alarm bells rang in his head and he sat up straight. Had you called the wrong man? That thought soured in his mouth.

“I’m on my way home.”

It wasn’t your unsteady voice he was focused on but the male voices that sounded far too close for his liking. “Aw, don’t call your boyfriend. We only want to talk.”

“Where are you?” Lando was already pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing the first shirt he came across. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered with a tremble in your tone. “I miss you.”

“Tell me where you are, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

“Come on, gorgeous, it’s just a bit of fun,” a man called out and Lando saw red when he heard you choke back a sob. He knew the sound because he had been the reason for it before, and it had haunted him ever since. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m heading towards Chocolat Boutique, please hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m on my way.” Lando was already racing down to the garage and jumping in his McLaren. The engine roared loudly in the underground space before he tore out onto the street. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

The small store would have closed hours ago, but it was down the street from Jimmyz nightclub which was where you probably had been. He didn’t even know you were in town, and he didn’t have a right to know your whereabouts anymore.

“I’m scared, Lan.” The pain echoed around him as his phone connected to the car and played in surround sound.

“I know you are, but it’s going to be okay. I’m almost there, I promise.” He didn’t care about speeding tickets or running red lights. He flew through the narrow streets as he was forced to listen to the cat calls.

“I didn’t know who to call,” you admitted as you tried to walk faster but your heels hindered any escape. The three men were getting closer but they were in no hurry as they prowled both sides of the street to herd you along.

“You can always call me, love,” Lando swore, taking the last turn fast enough for the tires to squeal in protest. “And I’ll always answer.”

He found you on the footpath clutching your phone to your ear, hand cupped over the microphone as you spoke to him. Fear had widened your eyes and your normal stature cowered under the gaze of the men behind you.

Twisting the steering wheel, Lando skidded to a halt beside you and threw the door open. You had seen him angry before, when races don’t go his way, but this was beyond anger. Waves of rage rolled off him as you leapt into his arms, your trembling form finding itself molding perfectly back into his body. Two puzzle pieces slotting back together.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he soothed as he cradled the back of your head and glared over your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

He might not have been the most imposing figure but you knew Lando was strong and regularly had boxing lessons for training. You had no doubt that if anything escalated he would use every lesson to protect you, but the cowards shrank back into the shadows of the shops.

“Let’s get you home.”

You were in such a state of shock that you didn’t see Lando wince at his mistake. You hadn’t called his apartment home for 162 days, not since you packed your bags and left. But right now you longed for that place where you had felt so safe and secure, tangled in his sheets and he curled his body around yours.

He opened the passenger door and reluctantly stepped out of your embrace to guide you into the seat. The doors locked as he started the engine and you exhaled a heavy breath of relief when the street was left behind.

Tearing your eyes away from the tinted window, you looked at Lando properly and saw his disheveled appearance. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“I’m not.” He took his eyes off the road for a second before reaching over to take your hand. “You’re freezing.”

He couldn’t tell if you were shaking because you were cold or if it was the adrenaline leading to shock. Dropping your hand he reached behind your seat to grab a hoodie that was always left in the car. The material was soft and smelled like him as you pulled on, inhaling deeply at the familiarity of the scent.

“I miss stealing these,” you whispered as you buried your cold hands into the front pocket.

Lando chuckled at the admission. He missed seeing his hoodies on you and asking if you knew where his favourite ones were. You would lie and he would smile at how terrible the attempt was.

“You can steal that one, if you want. I have too many now that they don’t mysteriously disappear.”

The car pulled into the garage and you found the space where your car used to park now filled with a pretty Lamborghini. A new sense of sadness hit that of course everything could be upgraded and replaced. “You can take me to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking clearly, you probably have company.”

His lips turned down at the thought and he shook his head. Lando understood why you would assume that, after all it was the reason you had left. What he had thought was harmless flirting had wrought destruction on his relationship with you. He knew he should’ve deleted the messages as soon as they were received but a moment of weakness when he was away from you led him to reply.

He betrayed your trust and he had regretted it ever since.

“There isn’t anyone,” he said as he parked. “There isn’t anyone ever, just to be clear.”

You mulled over his words as you stepped out of the car and accepted his hand, trading the warmth of the pocket for his palm. You kept hearing the insinuation echo with each step in the empty garage.

“Did you go out alone tonight?”

You shook your head. “Ana felt sick so she left. I should have gone with her.”

“So why did you stay?”

You weren’t ready to admit there was a slight hope you would see him so you just shrugged. It was Saturday night in Monaco and Jimmyz was the place to be - especially for a handsome, single man like Lando. You hadn’t wanted it to be this way though.

“I stopped going there after…a couple of months ago,” he said as he unlocked his door.

“Why? You loved that place.”

“I loved going with you,” he corrected. “I got to hold you and dance, show you off to everyone. When I went back, everyone just wanted to use me.”

You could imagine the women fawning over him and the men trying to be his next best friend. Sex or money, it was all they wanted from him.

“I’m sorry, Lan.”

“Lan,” he chuckled, following the light down the hall to his bedroom. The blanket was tossed aside and his charging cord was half hanging from the wall, a testament to how quickly he had left his bed to rescue you. “No one else calls me that anymore. It’s always Lando Norris, full name, so fucking weird. It’s Lando Norris getting out of his car. Oh, look, it’s Lando Norris scratching his nose.”

You laughed at his impersonation and sat at the edge of the bed. It was such an innocent thing but it brought back a million memories made in this room and he was seeing them all too as he stood frozen.

“Are you going to stand there all night, Lando Norris?”

His eyes traced your lips that mocked him before he shook his head of the thought that entered his head. Going to his wardrobe, he grabbed a loose shirt and tossed it to you before turning his back. “That’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than your dress.”

You laughed to yourself as he turned away, despite intimately knowing every inch of your body, until you found his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His tortured eyes dared you to tell him to look away, but they begged you all the same. Maybe you were feeling grateful for the rescue, or maybe it was just an old habit that you held his gaze as you rose to your feet and let your dress fall to the floor with his hoodie.

His eyes darkened and he groaned, but the sound woke him up from his stupor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“Wait.” You took a step towards him as he stepped towards the door. “Please stay.”

He heard the fragility in your tone and the residual fear from the evening creeping back. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t find the words to voice them as he gripped the door handle.

You watched his fingers release their tight hold before he nodded. “But please put the shirt on,” he pleaded as you tested his self restraint.

It was summer and the air still held warmth despite the early hour, but you dutifully pulled it over your head and climbed into the sheets. Lando waited until you were completely covered before he walked around to his side of the bed and curled up at the edge.

You both lay in silence, back to back, watching the shadows on the wall as the minutes ticked away. Lando was like a heat seeking missile and he was fighting an internal battle to keep from rolling over and curling his body around yours. You had always loved physical contact, it was comforting to be wrapped in his arms.

You knew he was awake and uncomfortable.

He knew you were awake and uncomfortable.

A few more minutes passed and you could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, or that you didn’t want the comfort he could give. “Lan?”

“Yeah?” His response was instant and you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his back.

“Stop being weird and just cuddle me so we can get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You giggled and reached blindly for him. “I am already.”

Your hand found his arm and he shimmied across the space until it curled around your waist. His knees tucked behind yours and his breath warmed your neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you hate me, but-”

“I don’t,” you interjected, twisting your neck to look at him in the dim light. “I did, I really did. But I don’t anymore.”

“You should. I hurt you so bad. I deserve your hate.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and looked away as you admitted aloud what you had known for a while. “I can’t hate you, Lan, not when I still love you.”

Lando froze still behind you and you weren’t sure if he was even breathing. “You still love me?” Disbelief, wonder, hope - it was so saturated in that question.

“I thought something terrible was going to happen to me tonight so I called you in case it was the last time I could. I didn’t want ‘I hate you’ to be my last words to you.”

Lando’s gut clenched at the thought and his arms tightened around you, crushing your back to his chest. “I wish you called sooner, I would come day or night to get you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said sadly. “Every weekend for the past five months I wonder if you are out drinking and clubbing. I know it’s not my place, and I lost all right to know where you are, but I need to know you safe, sweetheart. It kills me to think that there might be someone else looking out for you, because that was my job. It should still be my job, to protect you, because I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

You squirmed in his arms but they were too tight to move. “Lan, I need you to let go of me,” you murmured.

“I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t give up on us.”

“Lan.”

His breath was shaky but he released his tight grip on you, despite his desire to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

He started to pull away but you finally had room to move and followed. “Lando! Come back, you muppet. I just wanted to see your face without breaking my neck,” you laughed.

He paused, a little from appearing between his brows. “Let go…oh…” His eyes lit up even in the dark room and he bundled you back into his arms. “Muppet is my word.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “I stole it too, like your hoodies.”

“I was a muppet so you can have it this time.” He pulled back so he could find your eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

“You broke my trust.” You felt him deflate at the words. “But when I needed you, you came.”

“You called.”

Your chest felt light with emotion those two words brought and you combed your fingers into his dark curls. “I don’t know where this leaves us but what I do know is that I really want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Now? Are you sure? It might just be the adrena-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Lan.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, noncon, size/strength difference

gn reader

Thinking about breaking things off with your fuck friend 'cause you feel he's been catching feelings you have no intention of pitching...

“Why.” He asked, and the cross you’d made on your fingers in a wish to avoid the entire conversation untangled with a sigh.

“Please, don’t act dumb.” You groaned, exasperated and slightly irked. “You know why….” 

“No. Tell me.” He argued, and you sighed again in regret of your own common decency – wishing you’d taken the entire break-off over text instead, or at the very least taken the time to think about what you would say or do if and when he got this way. 

“You...”

You hesitated, taking a second to decide whether or not you really ought to voice it out loud – not because you had any doubts of it being true – but because the man in front of you was still very much a large brawny beefcake with temper issues no matter your sneaking suspicion that he saw you as something more than just a fuck friend.

“You’re getting too...” You continued, still scrambling for better words. Coming up short. “Clingy.”

He paused, his expression going from searching to a mix of offended and scrutinous.

“Clingy?” He repeated, forced disbelief a present factor in his tone. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who clings to me- screaming my name- begging me to cum inside you and-”

You cut his rant off with yet another sigh accompanied by a shake of your head. “That’s not what I mean by clingy. I’m sorry, I should have said emotional, and your comment just proved that.”

You folded your arms across your chest, watching him reel.

“Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. We’re done.” 

You left him on the sofa to go put your shoes back on – admonishing yourself for coming inside in the first place when you could have just as quickly done this on the doorstep and walked away.

“You're not going anywhere until we talk this through.” He followed, his stronger hand latching onto your upper arm in a grip that was unnecessarily harsh.

You didn’t really mind, though – it was his lack of charm that had charmed you to begin with – you only wished he’d remained that same savage he was and not gone all lovey-dovey soft on you.

“There's nothing to discuss.” You felt as though you were repeating yourself, getting more annoyed by the fact. “It was fun; now it isn't.” You underlined, looking back into his eyes, cringing when seeing the gloss of something that you really hoped wouldn’t amount to tears while you were still there.

“I'm gonna need more than that.” He said, the grip on your arm still kept firm with no inclination of letting up.

You didn’t really want things to get more awkward by asking him to let you go – feeling as though maintaining the position of strength was important so he not mistake your resolution.

He had a nasty habit of never taking you seriously.

“You’re being childish.” You stated.

“Childish?!”

His grip tightened with his outburst, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have your heart jump to your throat.

"Let go of me." Your voice had significantly diminished.

"You think you can tease me like this and then tell me to piss off?” He seethed, your arm aching in the bruising grip he had on it as he pulled you close until your face was an inch from his. “Think again."

Your breath thinned under his glare, and you felt nearly too stiff to do anything except stare back up at him in wait.

“Calm down.” You tried, but it seemed choice words were too little too late to save you.

“I am calm.” He hissed back into your face before pulling you back to the sofa.

Throwing you down on your back – you didn’t even have the time to gasp before he was on top of you.

“Get off me-” You whined, your hands shooting forth – trying with all your might to heave him off, but ultimately amounting to nothing more than a slight annoyance to the much larger man on top.

“It's all about sex with you, right? You want to have fun, right?” He said in a craze, and you cringed while he leaned down to graze your chest with chin-stubble and lips, whispering at your peachfuzz until goosebumps rose. “So let's have some fun.”

“Stop it – I said I don't want to anymore – I’m being serious.” You tried, once again – appealing to his reason.

But it would seem he was beyond reason…

“Oh? You're being serious?” He mocked with a sneer and a laugh. “You don't look it. If you want me to stop so badly, then stop me. Come on~ try a little harder. Show me how serious you are.”

You’re not sure why you took him up on the challenge, as you’d long known of your differences in build – how you posed as much of a threat as a bug in a mason jar...

But even a bug will try to escape still after the lid has been sealed.

“Come on~ you're not even trying~” He grossly crooned, smiling at your pitiful attempt at twisting him off with the useless help of your silly hands – how your much smaller body writhed beneath his weight and tried wriggling free.

Laughing dryly, he took your hands by the wrists and pinned them to the cushion beneath you. Sagging over you, his breath fanned your lips.

“What was I to you, huh?” He asked in a murmur, his face blank but his eyes swirling. “Just a toy?”

You were afraid to breathe, only keeping your gaze terror-wide of what he might do – still grasping to fathom how he’d even felt possessed enough to do this much – confused as to how you’d missed the signs while having not a single clue what more he was capable of.

“Guess now you're my toy, huh...” He muttered coldly.

And you just couldn’t help the whimper that it tore from you – finally understanding exactly what position you were in.

The disorienting knowing of what was soon to happen dawned on you mercilessly – and you completely broke under the hefty weight it had. 

“Oh? You’ gonna cry now?” He scoffed before hissing. “That's cute, seeing as I’m the one who’s had his heart stepped on.”

“S-stop it, get off me-” You cried, whole body shaking where you squirmed to no use nor end.

“Not so cold-hearted now, are yah, fuckin' bitch?” Was all he had to say while leaning into where thick streams of tears rapidly ran down your cheeks in stingy streaks. “You scared?” He whispered in licks at your ear. “Gonna start begging, hm?”

You only shook – eyes squeezed tightly to a close.

“Nah…” His tone scraped, similar to how the shaven stubble on his chin scratched lightly against your neck as he started placing small kisses there despite your whines. “'Cause you want this too. I know you do.” He insisted. “You're just scared I'll break your little heart at some point.”

You’re breath hitched as his hands parted with its twin – leaving it to keep your wrists pinned by itself as the other one traveled down between your bodies to undo your zipper.

You wanted to say something, but you were too scared to – listening to him and his lovesick speech – full of so many things you feared could trigger much sicker things.

“But I promise you that no one’s heart is gonna break here.” He vowed, still with his lips pressed wetly against your throat. “Not yours or mine.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo

HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Isagi

AOT – Eren