omg maybe you could write like naomi x shy!resder?? like naomi introducing reader to the squad??
love your work pom!! đŠˇđŠˇ
hi my love!!! OFC!!!
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BLURB - naomi x shy!reader (short)
- it honestly took a little while for naomi to convince you to meet everyone. you were worried and shy, overthinking everything.
- coming to the point where youâd delay it âi gotta help my mom :( â âi have a dentist appointmentâ
- talking with naomi about it, you let them know your fears. just shy and worried, worried theyâd judge you and worried youâd embarrass yourself. naomi is quick to reassure you that they are not the type of people to do that
- âhonestly i think if you did something embarrassing, theyâd try to embarrass themselves more so youâre not in the spotlightâ that made you feel a little better but still you were worried.
- naomi ends up deciding to book a big table for lunch at a cafe tomorrow, phoebe, jo, lucy, julien and katie all being free. part of you was excited, the other part was just anxious. you tried not to let it bother you as much, wanting the best for naomi
- meeting with everyone went better than you expected. you were shy at first, quietly introducing yourself and shaking hands with everyone at the table
- naomi kept their hand over yours on the table, a comforting manner, letting you know they are there. jo started talking about a new tv show they are really interested in which had you snapping your head to look at them.
- naomi knew exactly what was gonna happen and they were excited. you loved that tv show and could talk about it all day, (you have with naomi) maybe this was a good opportunity for you to open up a bit more
- everyone just watching as you started babbling about the show, the characters; the plot line with josette. the two of you giggling excitedly as you debate between which two characters is the best overall
- talking with josette made you relax more, opting into conversations with the boys and katie, discussing makeup, music, books and more. naomi hasent seen you that out of your comfort zone in ages. it made them proud
- âi really like your friends babyâ âsee! i thought you theyâd be nice. you had nothing to worry about!!â
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Synposis: Naomi is too busy working on the album to listen to thjeir gf and she's had enough :(
G's notes: come get y'alls juice!!! (also im sure naomi is a great partner this is RPF don't come for meeeee)
Wc: ????
Warnings: RPF, angst, fighting, mean!naomi, negligent!naomi, producer!naomi, leaving?, no fundamental physical descriptors, reader is soft!gf coded so she/her pronouns/afab?
It's been 6 hours since you left the house. LA traffic doing wonders for you, listening to angry music, twirling the engagement ring on your left hand anxiously followed by a quick vent sesh with the mom-to-be (and bless her since she's got so much more to worry about besides your relationship). Despite the time away, parking in the driveway puts a frown on your face, not sure what you'll face when you get inside.
As soon as you walk in, it's almost like you never left. Naomi sits on their laptop, albeit in a different place than when you left this morning, the doors to their office wide open. There's soft music playing from the speakers, their torso covered in a shirt and despite their comment about not needing to be dressed in their house to work, some dickies pants cover their legs.
"C'mere...hi, I missed you, hm?" you say sweetly to your dog and cat, both animals clearly starved for attention and affection.
Naomi perks up a little, watching you squat down to greet your fur-children, a small smile on their face gets wiped off when they remembered how pissy you were when you left, and how long were you gone anyway.
"Missed you too," Naomi mumbles sarcastically, as if greeting your pets meant negating them. Their fingers move quickly over the keys, eyes never leaving the screen as they begin to talk.
"...Sooo, are we gonna talk about it? Or are we just going to pretend that whatever happened this morning didn't happen?" Naomi asks, eyes fixated on the work in front of them.
There's something so deeply offensive the way that Naomi delivers the question, not even being able to see their eyes feels like they asked it because they should, not because they wanted to. All you can do is roll your eyes, sighing softly as you put your bag down on the dining room table, ignoring Naomi's question as you walk into the kitchen.
Naomi's eyes quickly flit to the edge of their laptop, seeing you walk away. They mimic you, rolling their eyes, sighing deeply as they look back to their screen. "Guess we're pretending it never happened, got it," they mumble sarcastically to themselves. "I can be petty too, I'm just gonna mind my own business then, it's immature to give me the silent treatment so I'll just let you do your thing," they mumble venomously, their words send a chill up your spine, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
You sniffle softly, wondering if the flames moving up the walls are even present in Naomi's mind. The energy in the house has been off for weeks, your anxiety and Naomi's attitude taking turns twisting the muscles in your chest until the house feels like its on fire and you're inhaling straight smoke.
You wipe your eyes, slipping on walking shoes before grabbing the leash. Your sweet chunk of a dog sits politely in front of you, wagging his nubby tail as he sees the leash in your hands. "Let's get you outside, yeah? Hm? Wanna go on a walk with mama?" you whisper softly, rubbing his ears when he sits so good for you while you attach the leash.
Naomi hears the click of the leash to the collar and stops typing, looking up at you. "Where are you going?" they ask, emphasizing their annoyance, ignoring the redness in your eyes.
"On a walk? Since you couldn't be bothered to get off the computer," you mutter back in a snarky tone, grabbing the poop bags and your water bottle.
"He went out twice today, I'm not- whatever," Naomi scoffs, turning back to their laptop.
"Might as well take the cat too," Naomi mutters, like it was a stroke of genius.
It takes everything in you not to shut the laptop on their hands and yell "fuck off". But you bite your tongue, wiping your eyes again and open the door, getting the dog outside and slamming the door.
"Well that was dramatic," Naomi mumbles, their eyes flicking over to the front door after it slams, feeling a little bad that you slammed the door. They allow themselves to feel annoyed again when they remember that you implied that they didn't take care of your dog all day.
The time moves quickly, within half an hour, worry starts to creep up Naomi's neck. It's going to get dark soon and you don't live in a busy or unsafe neighborhood but you're taking longer than you normally would alone.
"Where are you?" Naomi texts, checking your location, finding it unable to load.
15 minutes later you walk into the house, having to sit on the curb half a mile away just to cry, wondering if this is a prolonged ending to your relationship.
Naomi can tell you've been crying, that same worry crawling back up their neck as they look at your glassy eyes, cheeks flushed.
"Sit Bruno...good boy," you say softly, taking the leash off of his collar, hanging it up in the hallway before moving to the kitchen to fill his water bowl.
Bruno's paws tap across the tile floor, Naomi smiling softly as they type on the computer. "Hey," they call out, position unchanged. "Did you get lost?" they ask, feigning ignorance.
"No, we went on a walk, I said that when we left," you huff, toeing off your shoes.
"Okay yeah but you took twice as long as you normally do," Naomi says, finally looking up at you with a slight frown, waiting for an explanation.
"Okay? Sue me Naomi, I don't know what you want me to say, we went on a longer walk," you explain exasperated, throwing your arms up.
"You know what, fine, don't tell me," they say, looking back towards the laptop, typing away again.
There's a beat of silence, your eyes widen at their quick dismissal.
"Is what you're doing really more important than me?" you ask suddenly, eyes staring wide at Naomi, flooding with hurt.
Naomi looks up, slightly annoyed at the question. "No?" they say, voice sounding resigned. They sigh loudly, "Fine, you can have my attention," they say looking up. "Now, where have you been?" they ask, eyes stern.
"God, you're... forget it Naomi," you say, tone going from livid to defeated in 5 words. You shake your head, walking up the stairs, heading to the shower.
Naomi just shakes their head, rolling their eyes at the dramatics of it all. But as they sit there, the clock ticking, Bruno's collar jingling as he scratches, the scratching the cat is doing on the cat tree, and the faint water running - Naomi sighs again, a shame creeping up their neck at their own stubbornness.
When Naomi saves their work and finally makes it upstairs, they linger near the ensuite door, heart cracking at the sounds of your sobs hidden between a stream of hot water.
"Baby," the say quietly, knocking on the door lightly.
The crying stops immediately, almost like you were trying to get your voice back to normal.
"What?" you ask, and it comes out harsh. Honestly, could've come down harsher if your voice wasn't thick with emotion.
"I'm- I'm sorry, I've been a total... dick today," Naomi says, tone slightly defeated and aware. "Can I come in?" they ask. And the question hangs, like a rancid herb, drying between the two of you. And Naomi is met with sternness.
"No."
"Can I at least talk to you?" Naomi asks, temple resting against the door. They feel ashamed for how they've acted, replaying the interactions with you over and over in their mind.
"You can't wait til I'm done?" you ask, because the absolute audacity of Naomi to interrupt a shower cry.
"I want to talk about it now, when it's still fresh," they speak through the door. "I'm not gonna wait in the hallway for you to finish showering," they say with annoyance and disdain. The rational part of Naomi that realizes you can't have a productive talk while you're in the shower and that cornering you like this was a mistake can't come to the phone right now because they don't even exist.
"Well considering I'm always waiting on you to have conversations, I think you can wait until i rinse the conditioner out of my hair," you spit out in a snarky tone.
"What? I'm not always making you wait on me," Naomi says, incredulously at such an implication.
"Oh my god, can you let me shower?" you practically exclaim, exasperated beyond belief.
"Fine, jeez," Naomi mutters, rolling their eyes and moving to the edge of the bed, taking out their phone. It's only a few minutes later that Katie, Jo, and some of the MUNA team get on a joint call, Naomi pacing back and forth in the bedroom while listening and giving updates on the production.
When you open the bathroom door wrapped in a towel, its disappointing but not at all surprising to hear Naomi on the phone, passionately giving updates about the production they've been working on. At this point you're done, what else can you do? People could say you're being difficult but what's so difficult about asking to be left alone in the shower and then expecting your partner to be ready to speak when you get out?
You move quickly towards the walk in closet, Naomi frowning when they see the lack of fire in your eyes, nervous about what it means that you're no longer angry. Their voice falters, trying to finish their thought concisely as they watch your shoulders sag, walking towards the dresser.
"So I should have it done- um..." Naomi's words trail off, watching you slide sweatpants up your legs, picking out one of your own oversized shirts and not theirs. "Look, can I... call you guys back? Or I'll send an email, it'll be easier.... yeah thanks, talk soon," Naomi speaks, hanging up the phone while their eyes bore into your back.
Naomi leans against the doorway of the closet, staring at your wet hair dripping on the carpet as they push their phone into a pocket.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Naomi asks, they ask, watching you towel dry your hair.
"Do you have the time to talk?" you respond, tone almost sassy, flickered with annoyance.
Naomi frowns, rolling their eyes softly. "I just got off my phone call so we could talk," they say like it was a huge sacrifice. "...are you implying I'm always busy?" they ask offended.
"Oh yeah, how noble of you," you scoff. "I'm not implying it, I'm saying it out loud. We barely talk since your eyes are glued to your computer or phone, locked away in your office all day and night."
There's that same shame, realizing that they haven't been as present lately, trying to downplay it in their mind. "Babe, I- you know I can't do everything at once... we have a deadline... there's work I have to get done..." they trail off, realizing the poor excuse for prioritization over your feelings but trying to justify it for fear of being in the wrong.
"Then go get you work done Naomi," you mumble, pushing past them to go into the bedroom.
Your dismissal drives Naomi crazy, shaking their head at your ability to walk away when a conversation is clearly needed.
"Since you don't want to talk it out, fine, be that way," Naomi mutters angrily, walking out of the bedroom and downstairs to their office. Grabbing their laptop and beckoning the dog inside, they slam the french doors to their office shut.
The slam of the doors is followed by your head dropping, hands on the nightstand as you try and breathe through your diaphragm, willing any air to get to your lungs, the tightness in your chest unbearable.
It's like functioning on autopilot. A quick text to Kelli, the pull of your duffle from the closet, a moment of contemplation over your ring dish if the rock on you finger is worth dragging out, and the shoving of clothes and toiletries into the bag, the final zip like a punch in the mouth.
The silence is deafening, staring at the bag at your feet. Texts from Kelli pull you out of the haze, slipping on socks before quietly padding down the stairs.
It almost feels normal. Hair still wet from the shower, opening the pantry to fill the animal's bowls, refreshing their water. Except you don't start cooking, Naomi doesn't pinch your ass and wrap their arms around your shoulders, cold fingers don't rub the warm skin of your hips, chapped lips don't cover the skin behind your ear in kisses.
Instead you grab the bag, slipping on shoes, taking your keys off the hook and look to the french doors of Naomi's office. Their shoulders are tense, hunched over in their chair. To the bottom left, your cat and dog sit, almost like statues. You wonder if they know what's happening... if they can sense the end before you can.
Slamming the door feels final, but you know its a signal. Its the begging for attention you're too prideful to do yourself. Your ring weighs you down as you walk to the car, eyes unfocused.
G's notes: there will be a part 2 and 3 pls do not fear
A while ago I saw a trend on tiktok where girls were coloring their partner's tattoos using blush/eyeshadow and I would really love to see the reader coloring Naomi's tattoos :(( <3
I would really appreciate if you use this idea :p đ
hi baby!! iâm doing great! how are you?
ofc!!! i love it so much itâs so cute!
edit: i wrote this at ljke 5am so itâs not that good iâm sorry D: (not proofread)
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ONE SHOT - naomi x reader - watercolours
word count: 603
âgood morning honeyâ you greeted naomi. your makeup was all over the small table as you worked outside on the chair. it was a perfect sunny summers morning. the birds were chirping, the small breeze was blowing past you.
your small mirror was propped up onto the table, shielded by the big umbrella over the table. naomi walked out in their pjs, hair messy and all over place.
â you have a good sleep?â
âitâs too warmâ naomi replied with a frown. they say across from you, a curious tilt to the headâwhy are you doing your makeup here?â
âi got up early. i thought itâd be nice to do my makeup in the sunâ you leaned forward; pressed a small kiss to naomiâs forehead. the older smiled in return, their eyes closed contently.
âwell, it looks good. you carry on, iâll make myself some coffee. do you want any?â naomi got up, hand up over their face to block out the sun.
âyes pleaseâ you answered back, making sure to not smudge your eyeliner. âiced with vanillaâ
âhow did i know?â naomi teased from the kitchen. you could hear the grin.
you grabbed your makeup brush, adding some eyeshadow to your final look. naomi came back with two glasses of coffee, setting them down on the table. they took their place back across from you.
âyou want some makeup on too, baby?â you turned to look at your partner. they were staring at you with curious eyes. scanning over your face and the brushes.
ânah- i just like watching you do your makeup. being all pretty and shitâ
âyou have a way with words, my loveâ you put the brushes down, finished with your makeup for the day.
the morning sun was truly something else. you and naomi settled into a comfortable silence. disturbed occasionally by the sound of ice as naomi stirred their coffee with the straw. it was your turn to stare at your partner. taking in the way the sun kisses their skin, showing off their tattoos in the bright light.
you loved their tattoos. often finding yourself tracing over the black lines on their arms at night. you loved hearing naomi ramble about what each one of them mean.
âcan i try something?â you spoke up. naomi turned to look at you, confused. âwhat?â
âcan i colour your tattoos? i think itâd be cuteâ you didnât wait for an answer. sitting up and dragging your chair over to naomi.
âsure. go aheadâ naomi chuckled, placing their arm on the table. you took your brushes out, placing them neatly on the table along with your eyeshadow.
âiâll make them look very prettyâ you were determined. colouring the small details with your eyeshadow. naomi was watching while they sipped their coffee.
â i think it looks very prettyâ you finished one tattoo, admiring the work you did. the tattoo had shades of pink, blue, yellow and green.
âitâs a bit of a shame itâs not permanent.â naomi admired their arm. taking out their phone and snapping a quick photo. âit looks like you watercolour painted itâ
âit wouldnât be good for your skin, babyâ you took out one of your other pallets, getting to work on another tattoo on naomiâs arm.
âwell. maybe i could take some photos and ask someone to colour it in for me? so technically your work is on my arm. iâll admit itâs pretty coolâ
âyou think so?â you beamed up at naomi. they nodded their head, excitedly
âi think itâd be cool. i get to say i have my girlfriends artwork on my armâ
BABE can u pls write something about Naomi not being able to stop talking about their gf on gayotic? maybe their gf is like a musician like a famous rockstar it girl
i got something similar to this so imma mash them up together!!
âHEAR ME OUT: READER IS A SUPER HOT MUSICIAN LIKE TAKE VICTORIA DE ANGELIS AS AN EXAMPLE AND NAOMI IS OBSESSED THEY TALK ABOUT THEM ON GAYOTIC, AND HEAR ME OUT NAOMI 2000% WATCHES NAOMI EDITS. I would love if you wrote something about thisssâ
(if you see me reusing images shhhh)
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HC - naomi x rockstar reader (short)
- naomi being absolutely obsessed over reader
- âso anyway my girlfriend -â
- always finds a way to link it to you. âmy girlfriend once told me-â âdid you know that exact same scenario happened to my girlfriend?â
- âtake a shot every time naomi mentions their girlfriendâ âi think iâd be a millionaireâ
- naomi is your number 1 fan. if thereâs a new edit of you on tiktok, expect naomi to have liked and saved it into their favourites within 1 hour of it being posted
- naomi is active in your fandom. they are classified as your number 1 fan and everyone collectively agrees.
- your fans be @ âting naomi like âGIVE US READER CONTENT!!!â and naomi posts a photo like âI GOT YOU GUYS!!â
- brownie points if youâre the bassist in a band! teaching naomi bass in return they teach you guitar
- being credited for bass under munas album
- surprise song with muna on tour youâre playing alongside them on bass and singing
- listen. reader being nominated for a grammy and brings naomi as their plus 1 / bringing muna for support.
- matching suits for this special occasion hell yeah
- naomi telling the story in a latest gayotic ep how they nearly got kicked out of the grammys for standing on chairs and whistling / clapping / cheering when you got your first grammy
- âlemme tell you. the security guards nearly had my ass. it was totally worth it though. anything for my girlfriendâ
- everyoneâs not surprised when you feature in the newest gayotic ep and itâs really you and naomi giggling to yourselves on the same couch with jo and katie just smiling fondly and amused
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i had a little fun with this one!! i apologise i wrote it in an hour
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ONE SHOT - josette x masc! grumpy!reader - misunderstandings
word count: 1689
it was a long day. a long week, if you want to be specific. the tension around the house was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
tonight, you found yourself sleeping on the couch, huddled under blanket and makeshift pillows from hard cushions. the tension between you and jo was also not good. having been fighting non stop- continuously for three days straight. jo left and came back. you left and came back. jo asked for space, you respected that. opting to take the couch so your partner has the bedroom.
the couch wasnât even comfy. spending now, three nights in the couch was giving you back pain. sleeping at awful angles.. that is, if you can get sleep. having been used to the comfort of sleeping with another body beside you. sleeping in the cold empty room was different.
both of you have resorted to the silent treatment. jo may be mad at you. you could remember very clearly the words âdonât speak to me right nowâ coming from her lips and you respected it. tiptoeing around them, careful not to get in their way.
this argument was your fault, so it made sense for josette to be angry. you did start it first, unfortunately.
you just werenât having a good day. stress and anxiety making you on edge. a migraine was settled in deep. nothing was going right. you needed some relief. you needed to go for a smoke.
you knew smoking was bad. having promised to stop smoking- a pinky promise to josette a couple months ago on a balcony in one of the hotels you both shared while muna was on tour. a small promise that jo thought was true and so did you. but it wasnât genuine if you were out that night, three days ago, on the porch steps.
your plan was to quickly have a smoke, just to relax yourself while josette was having a shower. you mustâve lost track of time as the cigarette was snatched from your hand. the disappointed look from your lover staring down at you.
it all went downhill from then onwards. josettes disappointment and betrayal. your frustration and migraine making it worse. every syllable that came out of josettes mouth made your head ring.
you refused to think back on that situation from then on. saying words you didnât mean while they said the same. it seemed like that broke a pipe.
it was three days ago and you were left wondering if josette was going to leave. every second of the day you hear small footsteps pottering around the house, wondering if the steps would go close to the door and not come back. if youâd watch your partner come down the stairs with a suitcase in hand and leave without a word.
josette needed space and you respected it. even if deep down you knew they wouldnât leave. yet, you couldnât trust yourself to believe that just yet.
it feels like the universe has truly decided to punish you further with the migraine that has settled in yet again. it was a different type of migraine. the thunder rumbling the sky was to blame. you were prone to headaches and migraines from thunder and lightning. it was something you didnât like either
the sound of thunder and lightning scared you. as a young child, youâd run into your parents room and hide under the covers with them whilst the storm drifted away. the safety of being with another person made you feel more relaxed and less scared. whoâs to say lighting wonât strike the house and strike you in the house?
it might seem like an impossible situation but it scared you. the loud noise of the thunder that booms through the house. that makes you jump and your blood run cold for a few seconds as your heart beat quickens up. you felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to clear it away. you knew what you wanted to do and you couldnât.
what a normal situation would be when josette would pull you just a bit closer as you wrapped your arms around them, hiding your face in the crook of their neck. theyâd run their hands up and down your back, whispering small praises in your ear.
âthe thunder canât get you baby.â
âitâll be gone in a little whileâ
âjust try and sleepâ
that comfort was something you couldnât afford at the moment. yet you so desperately wanted it. desperately wanted to hide yourself under the blankets, basking in the warmth of josette, cold arms wrapped around their frame as you hide from the loud noise.
before you knew it. you stood outside your shared bedroom. blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tightly. as if it was the only thing to shield you from the strikes of flashing lights that zoom across your eyes. the rain belts against the window, creating loud noises to distract you from your choked snd shaky breathing.
the lump in your throat seemed to be growing worse as your hand collides with the door. a small knock broke the silence, the tension wavering between both rooms. you heard no word. your hand fell down to the handle. quietly pushing it open as you knocked a bit louder this time.
there, under the blankets was josette. hee back was turned towards the door, seemingly to be laying on your side of the bed. your eyes adjusted to the darkness as you heard shuffling. your heart jumped into your throat as anxiety rose up into your stomach.
âwhat?â josettes voice could be heard. half asleep with the grogginess. they turned over to face you, flipping on the small light on the bedside table. jo sat up in the bed. a deep frown in their face as they stares back at you.
âwhat are you doing here?â maybe that stung a little, but you deserved it. you hurt josette, josette hurt you. you hurt yourself and this was your fault. shunned to the living room. what once was your shared room, didnât feel very inviting.
âitâs four am. whatâs wrong?â josettes voice dropped with sleepiness and a small tinge of concern. although you made them very pissed off the past three days, they canât help but feel concerned. yes, you were stood in front of them, moving your weight from one leg to another, eyes puffy, stained with tears as your eyes scanned around the room, unable to meet josettes who were firmly placed on you.
âiâm sorry..â
that wasnât one josette thought theyâd hear at this hour. the small apology was foreign to their ears. hearing you sound so small and upset made something thug at their heart.
jo was exhausted. sleeping along was tiring and cold. this was a flaw of theirs that they didnât take pride in. not wanting to own up to their mistakes just yet. opting to wanting alone time to form their thoughts. to figure out what to do and how to go about it.
hearing you apologise made them realise how..weird the last three days were. on one hand, jo was grateful you respected their boundaries and gave them space. but josette didnât think youâd give them this much space.
josette was perfectly fine.. with sharing a bed with you. it was you who didnât want to share the bed. that was what josette thought.
a misunderstanding the two didnât understand yet. too worried to ask the other to come to bed in fear theyâd say no.
looking back, it sounds a bit stupid now.
âiâm sorry tooâ josette spoke out before she could think. a flash of thunder broke through right after they spoke. they watched as you flinched. josette understood why you knocked now.
âcome hereâ you watched as josette opened the blankets. an open invitation for you to join them in the bed. you didnât need to think twice, quickly running over and jumping in.
âgod, youâre fucking coldâ josette mumbled, wrapping her arms around you, pulling the duvet up more.
âwell, thatâs what sleeping on the couch is likeâ
âyou didnât need to sleep on the couch, thoughâ josette frowned, leaning down to stare at you. your faces right beside each other on the pillows.
âyou wanted space. i assumed that meant in the bedroom too.â you closed your eyes, shivering as goosebumps littered your arms. joâs warm hands ran up and down your back, trying to warm you up.
âthat was for one day-â
âhow was i supposed to knowâ there was a small sniffle. josette opened their eyes, watching a small tear slip down readers tightly closed eyes. she wiped away the tears with the pad of their thumb.
âyouâre a bit of an idiot. i thought youâd come to bed that night. you didnât, so i thought you were angry with me so i gave you spaceâ
âi thought you were still angry with me so i gave you spaceâ
âwell, it seems like weâre both idiots thenâ jo moved positions, opting to lay flat on their back. bringing you closer to lay your head on their chest. this was one of the unspoken things. if you decided to be little spoon for the night, nobody said anything in the morning.
josette ran her hands through your hair, playing with some strands as they sighed.
âiâm sorry if i blew up on you. i know you probably were struggling. i mustâve made it worse, huh?â
âi shouldnât have ever broken the promise about the cigarettes. i just.. wasnt doing very well and needed some relief.â
âyou couldâve come to me.â
âi know..â
another strike of thunder came along with a flash of lightning. jo gripped onto you tighter, leaning their head to the side to kiss the crown of your head.
âpromise youâll come to me if you need anything. and youâll mean it this time?â
âyeah- i promiseâ you leaned up and placed a kiss on josettes lips. they smiled into the kiss, breaking away shortly.
âtry and get some sleep. we can talk more about this tomorrowâ
- has no shame in spamming her ig stories with you / documenting your day out at the theme park
- say reader is a college student. katie picking her up from uni like âhi sweetie. have a good day?â
- âyou give off soccer mom vibesâ
- katie packs readers lunch before uni / makes sure to send them money on apple pay for lunch âso you can treat yourself babyâ
- if sheâs not working at the studio / on tour, sheâll come meet you for lunch! either at a nice cafe yall didnât try yet or the one you both go to all the time
- reader giving katie like a small gift every monthly anniversary and katie has them displayed proudly in her room (say a card or polaroid or crystal etc)
- katieâs lockscreen is both of you on your first date :(
- she was a bit worried in the beginning just from the age gap (7 years 31&25)
- knowing you were comfortable it made her relax
- you were the one go initiate the contact. katie would only hold your hand at first but after kissing her first she letting katie know âthis is fineâ she started to relax and get more comfortable
- staying up in bed, katie is reading a book on her lap and youâre studying for your upcoming exam. katie making sure you get to bed on time
- âyou know whatâs weird?â katie puts down the book, shifting her glasses onto her nose. âwhat?â you replied, lifting your head up from your notes. âi was graduated from highschool and you were still in middle schoolâ (you better correct me if thatâs wrong idfk american schools)
- going as katieâs +1 to shows, meetinf jo and naomi and both of them âtake you under their wingâ
- âwe got you. consider us your guard dogs. we just protect the younglingsâ âis that even a word?â âit is nowâ
- always being teased by jo and naomi âyou guys should get going. meemaw needs to sleep donât you grandma??â
- reader who is someone who never really learned how to do makeup so you watch katie do it in the bathroom and sheâs like âwant me to do your makeup?â
- âyouâre so pretty, sitting here patiently while i do your makeup honey
I think I've already said this a few times, but I have to say it again, I love your writings, they are super adorable â¤âđŠšâ¤âđŠšâ¤âđŠš
I was wondering if you could write more about Naomi and reader baking or cooking together.
Maybe Naomi and reader decided to follow a cinnamon roll recipe they saw online.
Beforehand thank you very much! đ
I hope you are having a nice morning/afternoon/night (â â ęâ á´â ęâ )
hi my love!! iâm very well! how are you? i hope you have a good day / night too!!!
i hope you donât mind i made this a bit different!! like naomi and reader going shopping for the ingredients idk i thought it was cute đ (i love this photo đ)
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ONE SHOT - naomi x reader - cinnamon rolls
word count: 460
âwhereâs the sugar at?â
âi think isle fourâ
you held the trolly as naomi stared down intensely at the list in front of them. katieâs writing was written lopsidedly on the crumpled page.
katie had written out a list of ingredients for a cinnamon roll recipe she wanted to try. you, having the baking skills, took the offer in making them alongside naomi who wanted to help out.
katie sent you two on your way quickly. leaving the tourbus with a small piece of paper in hand to go on a side quest that consisted of going to a random grocery store to find the stuff that you unfortunately did not have at the bus.
you werenât really sure how you were going to make the cinnamon rolls but that was a problem for future you.
âare you sure this is isle four?â you push the trolly down the isle, following naomi closely. they were on a mission. paper held tightly as they snapped their head left and right to look at the different foods stocked onto the shelves.
âi think this is the frozen isleâ naomi turned back to stare at you with a deep frown on their face. âbaby iâm not lost - i know where iâm goingâ they whined.
ânot doubting you. itâs just.. i donât think sugar would be where frozen pizzas areâ naomi picks up their pace, turning the corner onto the next isle. you push the trolly behind them.
âi canât even read what this isâ they scratched their neck with a sigh, eyes scanning around the isle. âwe need eggsâ the tattooed brunette picks up their speed again, speed walking down the isle as they scan through all the different items in the shelves
âwhy donât we swap? iâll take the list and you push the trolly?â you suggested. naomi stopped, turning slowly to face you as they squinted their eyes.
âi know what im doing.â
âare you sure? because it seems like youâve gotten us lost three times nowâ you gave a small smile.
âi didnât.. i just- itâs a big ass grocery store- why do they need three isles dedicated to sauces and two floors ?â
âcanât we ask employees?â you admired naomiâs determination. it was honestly a bit funny and endearing.
âi supposeâ naomi shrugged their shoulders, crossing their arms with a frown . âwe only have two more things to get then we can head back to the bus. sugar, eggs and salt- so scratch that. three things insteadâ naomi mumbled to themselves. running a hand through their hair with a sigh.
âstop stressing your pretty little head baby. letâs move to the next isle- give me this.â you reached over, taking the paper from their hands.
