⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: There was an obvious romantic tension as Levander and you walked you around, until randomly Levander stopped, he looked down and took of his shades. He fidgeted with his hands, "Y'know what...If it's alright with you, maybe I could take you out on a date?" You were taken aback when Levander dropped his British accent, and even more so when you processed he asked you out on a date, "Uh- Sure!" You fumbled out. Levander's sheepish expression quickly faded to his usual confident smirk, "How about downtown, new fancy place, I could hook us up with a private table~" he flirted, his accent back now. He wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you agreed but it felt unreal as he walked you out, and allowed you first in the Limo!
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: You and Levander talked about his music, and other silly little icebreakers, it only took about 10 minutes until you arrived at some fancy steakhouse. As you and Levander walked in you noticed most of the patrons were middle aged, conservative woman with white pearl necklaces and old white-haired 'cougar' dudes who were, badly, flirting with the waitresses. You and Levander seemed to stick out like sore thumbs compared to the withered snobs, your colorful attire even gained a few 'looks'. You felt uneasy as a crowd of rowdy fangirls crowded the entrance, snapping photos, and having to be held back by some different bodyguards of Levander's, who had the same builds as the ones who almost ruined your nice-ish outfit, "So I'll take a private table for 2, preferably more isolated, I'll leave a better review if you make it quick." Levander ordered the host.
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: And they stuck by Levander's words, so you just assumed a review from someone like Levander could make or break an entire franchise. "Hi, I'm Nancy, and I'll be your server! Just follow me Mr. Levander, and your friend.", Nancy was a nice blonde woman, she wore blue eyeshadow and cherry red lipstick, and sat both you and Levander down. Levander picked up a menu and scanned it for a few seconds, "I'll have a medium rare stake with a side of cranberry sauce, and some tea please." Levander looked over to you expectantly, you realized you hadn't even looked and that menu yet, you scrambled to find something, "I'll have the uhm- Pasta..." you scanned more throughly, "With...Mashed potatoes! And a water, please." You stumbled out.
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: Levander made simple small talk as the waitress, Nancy, had gone off to go prepare your food. Once the food had finally gotten to you, which actually took like 12 minutes, you twirled the pasta around your fork as Levander talked about how difficult Randy and Howard were, which wasn't exactly hard to believe. "And I utterly despise their 'humor', its really nothing more than what a toddler can think up, those shoobs really think they're gonna make it big! Hah, its the funniest joke I've ever heard them say." He ranted, it took you a bit off guard at how bitter Levander actually was towards them, but because they kicked him out for no reason you considered him a saint for not just leaving them in the dust.
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: "And Randy, I so desperately just want to straighten his wild hair tuff! It makes his whole head look smaller, and by default, dumber." He slandered. It was a bit uncomfortable how Levander kept raving about his 'small issues' with his new band-mates, but at least the food was bomb! Levander wiped the last bits of stake off his plate, and sipped his tea thoughtfully, "Well I say we should now depart." Levander spoke, getting out his wallet and phone, he placed 200$ on the table and a 50$ tip on top. He checked his phone, "Oh dear, we're running quite later than I expected! I better fill out this review quickly" He ushered the both of you out and sped off to the Ampi-Theater, you checked your phone and you had only spent about 40 minutes at the stake house, he typed away on his phone until it buzzed, humming one of his songs
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: Levander rolled his eyes and answered in a friendly tone, you couldn't hear what was being said, but you inferred that it was probably something about the show. As he hung up he scoffed, "Can you believe them? They even called me without any notice, thank the heavens it wasn't at the restaurant." He spat, the rest of the car ride was a slight uncomfortable silence, but your chatting picked up when you arrived back at the Ampi-Theater. Fangirls had already piled up near Levander's dressing room, he seemed a bit dismissive about them and simple waved them off as you and him entered his dressing room. Security must have escorted the fangirls into the audience because it suddenly became quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, more cozy and romantic, Levander sat his hot pink shades down, "Busy day~" he joked.
⊹˚୨☆୧˚⊹: You chuckled a bit, sighing happily as the familiar tension crept into the room like the first time you had arrived, "Y/N, you're just so different, how do you do it?" Levander asked, turned away from you. "Uhh...what do you mean?", Levander turned around, showing a more soft expression, "You're...well it's quite hard to explain, love." He got closer to you, cupping your cheek, "I just think, you're the one." Levander sighed, bringing his face closer to yours, he grabbed your hip with his free hand. Your muscles relaxed as you closed your eyes. "Levanderr!! Whats the hold up!?-" Howard swung the door open, his face dropping, "Oh..."
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Theres a new ninja in town. | rc9gn x reader
Fanfiction(A/N: this means most of the cast x reader, not just Randy ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡!!) Y/N L/ N is not very average, well they were, but over the summer when they moved to Norrisville they were trusted with the mask of the blue ninja, and as a partner alongsid...
