#but like if they get vehemently annoyed whenever it so much as comes on then i’ll have to pass

[grimalkinmessor]

I love the Light Grows Up In Wammy's House premises but I also think I love it in a very different way than most people do

Like I don't see it as a Childhood Friends/Rivals™ trope for Lawlight, I very much see it as Light growing up being told that there's someone better than him, someone he must not only surpass, but become—and I think he does the opposite of what BB does. He starts to hate L not because of anything L actually did (because they wouldn't have met) but because everyone keeps implying that L is better than him when Light KNOWS that he's the superior one. Beyond finds out that L is addicted to sweets and immediately changes his diet to include cakes and candies, while Light immediately wipes everything sweet from his mental list of desired foods.

He is perfectly polite, he's the baby of the group, and he can do no wrong in every other aspect of life except for the fact that he vehemently doesn't want to take L's place no matter how hard they push him. He wants to become his own sort of detective on his own merit, and he'll be damned if he has to use L's name while he does it. If he solves any cases it's anonymously, under a pseudonym.

And if he ever meets L, they won't be friends. But that vaguely disconcerting teen/man that sometimes sits in the corners of rooms and talks to no one is very interested in what Light has to say, no matter what it is, and seems to both enjoy it when Light talks shit about L and yet is still somehow annoyed by it. They get into heated arguments and he'll steal Light's things and pull his hair and mess up his clothes no matter how many times the caretakers chastise him for it (though even that happens surprisingly rarely). Light would stop talking to him entirely if he wasn't his only hope of getting out of Wammy's little genius factory both physically and mentally intact.

Light makes plans to run away and runs them by the broody teenager he's tolerated, who helps him pick out any holes in his plans, but somehow the staff always seem to catch Light before he can escape. It happens so often that Light even begins to think that someone's snitching on him, but he's only ever told one other person, and he wouldn't care enough to stop Light from leaving....

Would he?

Or, alternatively, Light never meets that stranger in the corner. Instead, Watari happily sternly informs him that L has personally selected Light to help him on cases. Isn't that great? Isn't it an honor? A and B are practically roiling with jealousy, Light should be grateful.

But Light is not grateful. He takes the news with a big ole fake smile, and silently plots L's mysterious disappearance before he's even come face to face with the man. He wants to make it on his own, he doesn't want to be reliant on L's name and Wammy's money and generosity forever, and he loathes the fact that he's been metaphorically chained to L's title in all the ways he didn't want to be.

A tiny Light, accompanying a teenage L places and becoming his face (both because L is petty and because he thinks its funny when police are introduced to a little kid as their Consulting Detective) around the world, all while they throw vicious barbs back and forth and spend quiet Christmases together and throw each other under the bus for fuckups and try foreign cuisines together and struggle to keep (L)/gain (Light) the power and ground they both don't even actually want.

L gives Light all the cases he doesn't want, like he's doing him a favor, and Light regularly calls A and B to smack talk L behind his back and turn the rest of his successors against him.

I can even imagine some amalgamation of both of these scenarios happening, or even eight more vaguely like them in the vein of L and Light being both completely antagonistic towards each other while also simultaneously growing so codependent that they can't stand not knowing what the other one is doing at any point in the day and also get absurdly jealous whenever anyone else even speaks to them.

Or EVEN a scenario where L doesn't pay attention to Light at all until he's grown and out in the world on his own. Light makes a quick name for himself, decidedly divorced from Wammy's influence, and eventually meets L on accident through a case L is working on, wherein L becomes intrigued with him and looks into his history only to find that he's a Wammy kid and L goes "Oh. You're one of mine."

To which Light takes decidedly poorly given that the claim both riles and razes Things™ in him because growing up with the vaguest desires to be like the man in front of you even though you loathe him and those desires were quickly squashed and never thought of willingly or voiced aloud leaves behind both the intense need to alienate yourself from said man entirely and to get close enough to become better than him for all to see and witness—only for Light to find that he can't alienate himself completely from L anymore because L decidedly won't let him and he can never quite seem to surpass him either because L is constantly nipping at his heels, echoing his thoughts with brilliant deductions of his own, and it turns out that trying to intellectually sprint past someone who only starts running when YOU do and has a distinct headstart is harder than it looks.

#long post #death note au #death note #lawlight #yagami light #l lawliet #i legit cannot picture them purely fluffy im sorry it goes against everything in me to right them and pure and loving partners #theyre awful and theyre perfect for each other #wammys house #beyond birthday #alter #a #a fucking...SEETHES when she finds out that L picked the only one of them who didn't actually want to succeed gim #b is more cynical so he's less surprised but he joins in on a's hate in solidarity #on the inside though he thinks its fucking hilarious #grim rants

[fatuismooches]

I'M BITING MY HANDS I NEED MORE ZANDIK AT THE ACADEMY.

I love the little zandik at the academy, I love webttore, I love the grown-up dottore with gray hair and a little wrinkles. Ohh I can't😣😣

I NEED THEM ALL.

Cooked up some more Akademiya Dottore hcs for you anon...

Whenever he wore the Akademiya's hat with his uniform, you'd always steal it and he'd get mad, but eventually he gave up and let you hog it. It's probably a little big on you and as revenge, he'd make fun of you for looking dumb. Same with his clothes, for some reason you'd wear his Akademiya uniform to sleep sometimes? Zandik doesn't understand but every time he tries to pull it off of you, he's been unsuccessful, so he'll just let you be a strange little human since it seems to be working for your productivity... Centuries later he's learned to deal with a few shirts going missing and then you returning them after a while because they 'lost his scent.' (He wears the same outfit anyway, no big deal).

Thanks to you, there were quite a few times the professors actually listened to him. Other peers pretty much never vouch or stand up for him so it does make them think a bit when a student such as yourself does do it so vehemently. Zandik says you don't need to waste your time on it since he doesn't really care what they think, but he did manage to get a few more research opportunities thanks to you. In the beginning, he was pretty much clueless on how to express some sort of gratitude since he couldn't force out the words 'thank you' for the life of him. It was very funny for you to watch.

Group projects become so much better once the two of you get comfortable with each other. Both of you have been victims of doing all the work. You were quite excited to work with someone like him because you know of his intelligence and how he gets down to business. Meanwhile, Zandik was quite skeptical and annoyed to work with you in the beginning because he thought you were just another person who would end up leeching off him again.

However, he was surprisingly yet pleasantly proven wrong. He's especially impressed with your writing in the reports/essays, but he's never going to admit that. At least not now. The synergy between you two and your minds is something he doesn't know how to deal with at first, having dealt with so many of the opposite situations, but it's one of the biggest things that Zandik grows to be appreciative of.

When the semester is over, all students need to leave/clear the dorms until the next semester begins. Most return to wherever home is, but of course that's not something Zandik has, so most times he manages to rent out a place for a while. When you met him in the beginning he would just disappear to Archons knows where and then come back as if nothing happened next semester.

It takes a long time for him to tell you. When he does, he claims that he regrets it due to how often you show up to bother him, but in reality, he finds himself lonely without your company. As even more years go by, eventually he "invites" you to live with him. ("Invites" as in he never directly says it. Just drops subtle hints so you would ask him first instead). You're just happy to be able to cook for him more often (and 24/7 cuddles!!) (Just me trying to push my domestic Zandik and Reader agenda).

Just frequently being with each other but not needing to interact with the other. Both of you just do your own things in the peace of knowing the other's there.

Doesn't like when you ask others for help when he's literally right there. Please ask your genius scholar bf first. It doesn't matter what the problem is. Just ask him otherwise he'll get huffy and glare at you. No, you're not wasting his time by doing so. Rather, you're wasting both his and your time when you decide to go to other people first!

Coming home from expeditions. For some reason despite how tired you are, you want to feed stray kitties. It becomes a sort of tradition for you two.

This one was said a while ago, but I'll bring it back again (x, x, x) but you needing to wipe Zandik's hands because he keeps breaking pens and splattering ink everywhere. Whenever you see he gets a little too excited, you swipe the pen and start writing light-speed so he doesn't try to steal it from you for being 'too slow.'

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #glad im not the only escher simp around once again #this is such a safe space #but ouhh yess... akademiya zandik is my beloved #he would make the college experience so much better #(speaking as someone who was excited for college initially but it ain't that great 💀) #some of these are a tiny bit 🤏 self indulgent for me

[kazuhasdabpen]

the first taste ; childe x reader

wc: 2k. pairing: childe x reader.

cw: VERY dominant!reader ; fem!eader (but mentions having a pussy once) ; harbinger reader ; verbal degradation ; mean nicknames (pig, pervert, stupid boy, etc.) ; footjob/foot humping ; mentions of anal sex (childe receiving) ; small penis humiliation ; subby!childe ; this man is so down bad for you

When it comes to the bulk of it, Fatui affairs are boring, boring, boring.

You essentially act as, well, PR for the Harbingers. A spokesperson for the group, writing letters and signing papers and being a shiny, slightly murderous diplomat in neighbouring nations.

It had been nice to go back to the Motherland after your many, many months in Fontaine. You felt like you’d been working yourself to the bone with diplomatic relationships, and though this was a work trip, it would be nice to see your family and stock up on Snezhnayan comfort foods you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Of course, relieved as you were at the news you’d be getting a small break, sadness still weighed on you. It wasn’t a happy reunion by any means; Rosalyne was dead. The blonde-haired traveler you’d seen in Fontainian newspapers, along with the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma, had defeated her in a duel. It was an honourable way to die, sure, but… she was more than a Harbinger. For the Gods’ sakes, she was Rosalyne, a friend.

You’d found yourself shedding a few tears before you made your way into the chapel, frantically wiping them away. Gods forbid that a Fatuus, much less a Harbinger, show vulnerability.

The churches constructed for the Tsaritsa were always three things: dark, empty, and freezing. Neither you nor your coworkers shed your furs, sitting quietly and staring intently at the coffin in the center of the room.

Maybe, if this were a normal meeting, you’d be chatting with Pantalone or Arlecchino, making polite conversation and smiling at their anecdotes; but the room was dead silent today. All of your colleagues, even the ones less prone to emotion, had haunted, depressed looks on their faces, not uttering a word. Just… staring at the coffin of someone they all could vaguely consider a friend. (Except for Scaramouche, but he couldn’t even be bothered to make it to the meeting. Little bastard.)

And then, there he is. Head of ginger hair strutting through the door like he owns the place.

Tartaglia takes a quiet place on the other end of the coffin, not meeting your eyes.

Good. Don’t.

Of course, it’s rich of you, a Harbinger, to be calling any of the other Harbingers scum bags, but Tartaglia… oh, he deserved it.

When he thought you weren’t looking, he’d stare at your legs, or your ass, or even just you generally, which somehow pissed you off even more. Of course, he usually had the sense to not do this when you could see— as a matter of fact, he’d vehemently avoid meeting your eyes or speaking to you whenever he could. It’s definitely your doing; the calculated glare you shoot at him when you accidentally make eye contact mixed with the sharp words you angle at him when you two do speak has him cowering away from you like a kicked puppy.

You know he’s scared of you. Not just scared of you; he’s terrified of you and everything you stand for, and you know it makes his little cock hard.

It’s both pathetic and arousing. You think, annoying as he is, that he’d be fun to break. He’d crumble so easily with just one touch from you, shamelessly desperate. You can almost see him on his knees, begging for something, anything from you, one of your feet planted on his chest.

It makes a heat swell in your stomach that you try your best to ignore.

The meeting is quick and to the point. You’re pleased that Pierro doesn’t like to waste any time with his affairs, and the whole ordeal is mostly painless.

You realize, halfway through, that it fucking hurts. Rosalyne is truly dead. A friend? Maybe. but certainly a woman you looked up to and deemed honourable.

If tears find themselves gathering on your lashes, you blink them away.

Because you know, when your head is bowed and eyes are fixed on the floor, that he’s staring at you with those enormous blue eyes, drinking you in like some sort of erotica instead of being a grieving person wrapped all the way up in furs.

It makes your blood boil. How arrogant and disrespectful, to ogle someone over a coffin. What an absolute pervert you must be to do something like that; while the other Harbingers express their condolences and prayers to the coffin, he stares. Like you’re some kind of sexy freak show.

Quietly, Pierro leaves. You and your coworkers know that it’s a silent dismissal, and most of the group chooses to leave as quickly as possible, not lingering at their acquaintance’s grave.

Well, except for two of you.

“I’m, uh…” an uncharacteristically soft voice comes from the other side, snapping your head up, “I’m grateful that she is able to have her final resting place in the Motherland. What an honor, to be under the Tsaritsa’s eye even in death.”

The look on your face is much more intense than a glare. It’s pure hatred.

“How dare you speak about her like you cared about her? You said it yourself, that you disapproved of her methods,” you snap, glaring daggers at him, “and keep Her Majesty’s name out of your mouth. Scum.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Tartaglia mumbles, “I just—“

“So shameless. Ogling me over her grave like you did. Some Harbinger you are, eh? You may be strong in a fight, but out here in the Motherland, you’re weak.”

In a moment’s decision, you grab his face. His chin is between your fingers, and he’s obviously surprised, just still refusing to meet your eyes.

“Look at me,” you sneer, forcing him to make eye contact, “Listen, piggy. I know you want me.”

His mouth makes a sound akin to a gasp, unintelligible with your fingers squishing his mouth open. Unbridled fear swirls in his eyes, and it’s fucking delicious. “Do you think you deserve me?”

“No, ma’am,” he answers instantly.

“That’s what I thought. You’re the weakest of us and you know it. Ogle me all you’d like, but until you prove yourself worthy, we’ll start small.”

“What do you mean, st-“

You let go of his face, crossing to the other side of the coffin.

“On your knees.”

He drops immediately, hitting the ground with a painful thud. “Anything for you,” he says, looking up at your figure.

“That’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you reply simply, grabbing a nearby chair and bringing it to sit in front of him. “Look at you. I bet you think you’re going to eat my pussy, huh?”

The humiliated blush on his face goes from pink to red at your vulgar choice of language. “You want it, Childe? You want my pretty cunt on your mouth?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, keeping his hands in his lap— you know he wants to touch you so badly, spread your legs and grab at you and carry out every perverted thing he’s thought of.

“Too bad,” you sneer, pushing a foot to his chest and sending him teetering backwards. “Perverts don’t get pussy privileges. They have to earn it. Like… Pierro has.”

Tartaglia’s face drops as you drag your foot from his pecs to his torso. “And Pantalone, and Arlecchino, and Dottore, and Sandrone… and Scaramouche,” you purr menacingly, crossing your legs instead of spreading them like you know he wants you to do.

(That last bit about Scaramouche was actually a total lie. You just wanted to see the look on his face when you said it.)

“I can earn it. I promise you, I’ll earn it, ma’am,” he pleads, even going as far as placing his hands behind his back. It’s almost cute, the way he looks up at you with those big eyes, humiliated tears brimming on his eyelashes.

“Aw. What a pretty boy,” you coo, “crying for me. Are you that happy to be in my presence?”

“Yes, Gods, you know I am,” he pants.

“Then you’ll be happy with this and nothing else.”

Your heeled foot lands right on his clothed crotch. He gasps, watching intently as you grind the ball of your foot down. His gasp turns into a whimper, breath coming in hot pants into his hand.

“Uh uh. If you’re going to fuck yourself stupid on my shoe, you have to make sure everyone who wants to hear you can do so.” You slap his hand away from his mouth, further rubbing your foot into his dick. He moans like a bitch in heat at the feeling before you pull your shoe away, grinning as you watch him whine. “I believe the stipulations were that you would hump me like a dog, not have me doing all the work.”

Gods, he looks hot like this, grabbing your foot back and placing it on his dick. His thrusts like a bitch in heat, his hands on your calf. “Pathetic,” you smile, the heat between your legs finally starting to get to you. You can feel his dick, and it’s bigger than you thought it would be; but certainly not gut-wrecking like Pierro’s, or even impressive at all. Honestly, he’s kind of small. Not what you’d look for in a partner, but maybe a toy instead.

Perfect for tying him down and putting a cock ring on him and fucking yourself for hours and hours, using him as a live in sex toy.

But that was a fantasy for a later day.

He whines as he frantically humps against you, fingers digging into your flesh. A few minutes ago, you would have snapped at him for putting his hands on you, but now you’re too horny to particularly care. The rush of power you get from the erotic sight is more than enough to satisfy you for now.

“Thank you, thank you,” he whines, hips stuttering. Sweat beads on his forehead and neck, plastering his hair to his skin.

“Tell me, pig. Have you ever been with a woman before?”

Surprisingly, he shakes his head. Huh. Okay, for someone as good looking as him, I just assumed he’d be experienced.

“No?” Obvious delight creeps into your voice, “oh, baby. Will I have to teach you everything?”

He shakes his head again, whimpering pathetically. “I want to cum. Please, ma’am, may I?”

“Not yet,” you say simply, resting your cheek in your hand.

He whines adorably at your response as he grinds his sad, hard cock against your heel. “I knew you wouldn’t last long, virgin. Tsaritsa knows what you’ll do if I let you fuck me.”

He moans again, sounding like a born and bred whore.

“On the other hand, your cock is pretty small… maybe I’ll fuck you instead,” you hum, “bet your pussy is so pretty, hairless and tight. Totally untouched, hm? Let me wreck it with my cock, ruin you for anyone else.”

“Please,” he sobs, tears streaming down his face. Just as a treat, you apply a little more pressure.

“Virgins always get so eager. Look at you, humiliating yourself on my foot. If you prove yourself, I might have to tie you down, you know; can’t let you grab at me like some sort of animal when you’re inside me.”

“Ma’am, I can’t hold it, I’m going to… gonna…”

“Go on, stupid boy. Cum in your pants.”

Tartaglia groans as his hips still, a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. “Thank you, Gods, thank you, ma’am!” he weeps, frantically wiping at his tears with his sleeve. You say nothing as he turns to face you again, resuming his tradition of refusing eye contact with you. “Did I… did I prove myself?”

You stay silent.

“…Yes. Very well, then. You know where my lodgings at headquarters are. Stop staring at me in public, and maybe I’ll let you in when you knock.”

PHEW i basically spedrun writing this… thirsts and requests are open! i’d love to have some more mutuals and friends in the writer community. :)

#genshin impact #tartaglia #genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #gn!reader #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #childe smut #genshin #･*:..☆marisol writes #; tartaglia #; childe

[hawkeyeslaughter]

How do you think Charles would’ve gotten on with Henry, Trapper, and Frank?

i love charles ( even though i never talk about him on here , he will be talked about extensively when i get past the frank episodes of my rewatch TRUST ) so HERE WE GO

— like most everyone else , charles has little patience with frank . while i have the tendency to doubt he’d be as blatantly insulting to frank as hawkeye and trapper are , he certainly has his fill of backhanded and passive aggressive remarks towards him ( most of which go over frank’s head ) . objectively funnier is that when charles initially shows up , frank thinks that he finally has an ally against hawktrap . this isn’t true . one can catch him vehemently trying not to laugh at the stupid pranks that hawkeye and trapper pull on him , even though he knows that if they ever did see him laughing at the outcomes of said pranks that hawkeye and trapper would never let him hear the end of it . however , despite charles’ obvious distaste for frank , frank never really catches on . he’s always like , ok see you around buddy ! he definitely wants to be the other version of hawkeye/trapper with charles so he’s always like ,, following charles around and trying to get his approval 😭 it drives charles absolutely insane .

— a lot of people on here say that charles and trapper would absolutely hate each other and i just don’t think that’s completely true . yes , charles would loathe the information that he hails from the same place as trapper , considering that trapper is even worse than hawkeye when it comes to childish antics . i think , at least in trapper’s mind , that charles would fall into the category of the frank burns variety . so there isn’t a lot of love lost between them , at least initially . but here’s the thing . i do sincerely believe they’d have this begrudging admiration for one another . because as stubborn as both charles and trapper are , as much as they don’t really care for people with personalities as different as theirs , they know damn talented surgeons when they see them . they put their differences aside in that aspect . also , one time , when trapper is really drunk and he , hawkeye , and charles are hanging out in the swamp , he mentions this place in boston while reminiscing and charles is sort of surprised because he doesn’t imagine someone like trapper going to one of his old hangouts , and he’s like “ you’re familiar with [ insert place here ] ? “ and trapper says something along the lines of what doctor in boston isn’t familiar with insert place here . and then charles asks him about a different place and hawkeye is watching , for once sort of speechless because pigs are flying , trapper and charles are having a conversation and laughing and if there are insults being thrown around they’re taking them jokingly . nothing after that night changes dramatically , trapper is still trapper and charles is still charles . it’s not like they become best friends or anything , but there’s a new sort of understanding between them . they’re a step above acquaintances . friends in the very , very loose definition of the word .

— first of all i think charles and henry onscreen together would have been fucking hilarious . all i can imagine is the camera cutting to charles rolling his eyes whenever henry makes one of his jokes LMFOA . but i also don’t think charles’ habit of snarky , posh remarks would fly with henry at all . we already see him get annoyed with frank and margaret and , albeit more rarely , he even gets snappy with hawkeye and trapper when they’re being smartasses . so i don’t think henry would take too kindly to charles’ remarks and let them slide as often as potter does . but you know ? in a way , i think charles would more or less have to respect that he holds his ground with not only him , but hawktrap and frank and margaret too . but i don’t think henry would hate charles , either . i can imagine them sitting next to one another in the dining hall and henry laughing when charles rebuts some insult hawkeye/trapper makes towards him and charles letting a small smile slip upon making henry cackle . i can imagine charles walking into henry’s office while henry’s hanging up new drawings from his kids and henry grinning while charles examines them and calls them ‘ remarkable ‘ . i can imagine henry stopping by the swamp looking for hawktrap and at least trying to like the records charles has on . see , henry had this habit of at least trying to understand people , like them or not and i think that it would be no different for charles . lastly i think hen is a lot the same way with charles that he is with hawkeye in the sense that he talks to him . whenever hawkeye is upset about something , henry goes out of his way to try and figure out what’s going on and tell him maybe not what he wants to hear but what he needs to hear . and i definitely think he would do the same thing with charles . i’m really sad that we never got to see them onscreen together because i feel like they definitely would have been quite the duo 😭

#sorry for the long post again but i love charles ! i love him #i like how all my favorite characters are also my parents’ favorite characters like i really was formed by them huh 😭😭 #with the exception of hawkeye they’re both sort of ambivalent towards hawkeye #but i looove hawkeye xoxo #( lemme stop talking about hawkeye on my charles post ) #CHARLES THE ONLY RICH MAN I LOVE !! #townes answers asks ! #m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #mashblr #mash 4077 #charles winchester #charles winchester iii #major winchester #lgbt #lgbtq

[smartycvnt]

Rub Down

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: You give Rhea a massage. Warnings: it's kind of smutty, but not completely.

"You do realize that it is totally unfair for you to make me wait until we're back at home to do this. I mean, at least six different people came to you tonight for the same treatment, but I'm the only one you sent away," Rhea said. You rolled your eyes as you set a few towels down on the bed in front of you. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Well, for starters you came to me asking for a rub down, which sounds wrong. If it boosts your ego, I'm not sure how professional I can be with how you moan when I touch you," you told her. Rhea smirked as she pulled her shirt off. You knew that she liked the compliment a lot more than she'd show. Rhea denied it vehemently, but you knew that your girlfriend secretly had a praise kink. There was something that hearing words of praise in the bedroom unlocked, which you were more than happy to capitalize off of. If Rhea worked a little extra hard to make you cum the best that she could whenever you told her how good she felt touching you, then you would tell her every single time. There was nothing you felt the need to hold back on with Rhea anymore. The two of you were in a good place.

"I guess so, but I don't like the idea of your pretty little hands on anyone else's body but mine," Rhea said as she knelt down in front of you and pressed a couple of kisses to the palms of your hands. You looked away to hide the blush on your cheeks. Rhea continued to press kisses along your arm until she had to stand up again. She turned your face towards hers and gave you one last kiss before sitting down on the bed.

You let yourself look at Rhea for the first time since she removed the oversized shirt she had been wearing. Rhea was wearing just a bra and underwear now, but as Rhea reached towards her back, you knew the bra was coming off. Rhea didn't give you a chance to gawk at her. She laid right down on her stomach and cleared her throat impatiently. You rolled your eyes as you tried not to smile at her antics too much. Rhea could be a little bit annoying in the most endearing way, but if you ever let her know how cute you found it, she'd never stop. For someone who tried so hard to be a badass, she really did go out of her way sometimes to be cute for you.

"Relax," you said as you poured a little bit of massage oil onto Rhea's skin. It was a bottle that you didn't keep in your office. It was also the only oil that you had ever used on Rhea. You didn't remember where exactly you had gotten it, but there were ingredients that were supposed to be aromatic aphrodisiacs. You had never used it on yourself, but you could definitely tell that it did its job on Rhea.

"I'm very relaxed, don't you wo-oh," Rhea's voice cracked right into a low moan as your fingers started working away at the muscles on her back. You slowly moved down her back, making sure to get every bit of tension you could feel out of her muscles. Once that was done, you allowed yourself to focus a little more on turning her on. You tried to keep the touching to your hands, but eventually you gave up on that and decided to also press kisses against her skin. Rhea's body was almost completely relaxed, so she seemed to be a bit more responsive to your touch.

"On your back, we're not finished yet," you said as commanding as you could. Taking charge and bossing her around didn't exactly come easy to you, but the way that Rhea willingly submitted to you each time made you wish that it did.

#wwe imagine #wwe #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #rhea ripley imagines #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

[authoruio]

Continuing @sakuramidnight15 request! Sorry for taking too long I blame burnout! :D

Tatsuo with UiO and Aori!

Here we have a child of positivity, an unlikely to be called a prideful dragon and a menace to the worlds, a puppet, and together or Aori getting dragged by UiO however, they are a hurricane of a headache ready to come at you

UiO is excited to meet another mysterious person! Will they talk this time???

Handsome? Yes! YES! and tall of course 😒 SUCH INSPIRATION OUT OF BLUE! There's going to be a burst of motivation to observe and write a character inspired from him

She like that he's actually conversing with her too!

Mostly asking random questions, of course, she will try to sneakily but fail to ask minor personal questions, mostly Tatsuo just changing topics or saying something unrelated.

If UiO caught on his ways she will pout and try her best to get answers from him, her curiosity is her drive okay??

cue to Tatsuo losing his patience and...

haha, too bad Tatsuo, roasting UiO takes a lot of effort for her to get what you're literally meaning

Unlike UiO, Aori knows his border but will still get excited talking to Tatsuo!

Aori is a child full of positivity, so a reason for Tatsuo to like him?

Aori is also full of curiosity but not that much like the puppet considering Jiyoon did warn him that curiosity could kill, Aori and Tatsuo is the most likely duo to get along!

But he wonders why does his new friend doesn't smile?

Smile! If Jiyoon can smile, then you can too!

And if Tatsuo does smile... don't expect Aori to leave him alone. :)

Tatsuo with Jiyoon and Miren!

Tatsuo's gonna despise it whenever Jiyoon and Miren starts debating on a topic he knows.

With Miren's loud voice and Jiyoon's morbid logic, of course things are bound to become troublesome... thats why he's going to stop it early...

Jiyoon likes him. A walking inspiration, handsome, stoic but will still overall answer, huh reminds her of someone.

Interest to whatever the 'something' she feels, a ghastly one just like Mirens...

oh well, Nice to meet you, I guess. Jiyoon is definitely gonna keep a close eye on both Tatsuo and Chizuko

Jiyoon would like his critiques about her story that Miren vehemently won't even bat an lash.

Don't hold back, she won't be angry, instead change what Tatsuo thinks would be good ^^

Mirens... confused.

Zev + Mitch?

He has a lot of questions.

He thought he was over it after seeing Chizuko, but... Tatsuo??? Two of his worst nightmares merged in one?? (nope, lucky)

Getting to know Tatsuo would feel like an achievement for Miren, being surrounded by stoic people is too annoying, but getting to know them?

Hell yeah :)

Oh Miren would definitely offer some of his homemade Korean noodles! Nice to know someone else knows the tasty delicacy of Korean! and maybe his usual kimchi greeting...

A new buddy for noodles eh?

Miren somewhat finds his presence calming, though, he really despise the mysterious vibes Tatsuo has.

Damn it, can't he have a new acquaintance that doesn't have that kind of... aura?

#FINALLY #ty for the ask! #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #character interaction #oc interaction #Jiyoon Luck #Puppet UiO #Aotlantes #Glutton Miren #◦❧ ui arts #others ocs #moving on to the next ask...

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

More random Pyro headcanons:

I’ve said before that I think Pyro isn’t really into video games - he only plays them in group settings like Smash Brothers or Mario Kart at a party, and he is terrible at them.  Like constantly running into the wall, forgetting which character he is terrible.  (I have no canon evidence or good reason for this, I just think it’s funny.)  BUT, I do think at some point someone introduces Pyro to visual novels, and he absolutely loves them because....A story?  That you can play?  And all you have to do is make choices for character interactions, and it’s like a choose-your-own-adventure?  Pyro is ALL OVER that.  He probably gets annoyed if a game gets too explicitly porny because he’s playing for the story, damn it, not to watch cartoon characters fucking, but as a romance novelist he respects the craft.

Pyro sometimes shows up in Toad’s Lets Play videos, along with Avalanche and Blob whenever they play multiplayer games.  He becomes something of an audience favorite, because he is so hilariously bad.

I don’t really imagine Pyro having any allergies, but I could imagine Duggan’s lovable dumbass Marauders Pyro being the type of person who doesn’t realize he has a minor food allergy.  Like he thinks kiwi are supposed to make your mouth tingle when you eat them, and doesn’t realize that’s not a normal thing.  I could also imagine Pyro completely ignoring an allergy, like Pam on Archer, just eating shrimp and sticking himself with an epipen when he starts to swell up, and then continuing to eat them.  (Blob at the Green Lagoon slapping shrimp out of Pyro’s hands.  “Dude, you are going to die!”  “It’s okay, the Five will resurrect me!”)

Pyro probably has a certain amount of disdain for self-published writers, because when he was starting in the business, publishing your own work online just didn’t exist as a business model.  You went through the publishing companies or you didn’t publish at all, so Pyro is used to “self published” books being vanity projects.  To him, it’s like the writer jumped over all the barriers and paid a lot of money to call themselves an “author,” as opposed to actually being good enough to get published “legitimately.”  I think as he learns more about online self-publishing, he’ll probably have some respect for authors that self-publish and sell their work online, especially if they actually make a living from it.  To Pyro, the mark of a good writer is whether readers actually enjoy the work enough to pay for it, so if someone earns good money as a self-published writer, he’ll consider them legit. 

Some of Pyro’s gatekeeping tendencies comes hearing things like “That’s not real work,” or “Anyone can write a book,” when he talks about his job.  He doesn’t mind if people call him a hack, but he hates it when people assume that writing is easy, or that it’s a fun hobby rather than a career.  Like, “Okay mate, you bang out a 300 page manuscript if you think it’s so easy.  Then get that manuscript accepted by a publishing company, run it through edits, and get it published and on bookstore shelves, and actually selling, then come back and talk to me.“  He will also vehemently defend the romance genre, which he thinks gets unfairly shat on compare to other genres like horror, mystery, spy thrillers, etc.  As far as he’s concerned, Tom Clancy is just as much ridiculous wish fulfillment as any romance.

Speaking of self-publishing, Pyro has nothing but respect for Chuck Tingle. The guy has found his audience, and he gives them what they want.

Pyro also appreciates fan-fiction.  He thinks most of it is crap, and that it is very different from trying to write professionally, but he recognizes that there are some talented fanfic writers out there.  He mostly thinks it’s a nice hobby that people should enjoy, and is very flattered if anyone actually writes fanfic of his own characters.

(He probably writes fanfic as well.  It’s a deep dark secret.)

He also gets very pissed off at people pirating books, which is somewhat hypocritical since Pyro himself pirates movies and music (not to mention stealing boats and robbing banks).  He knows that it is very difficult to earn a living as an author - he had to bang out romances very quickly, and also work as a journalist just to make decent money.  And of course, the most important morals for Pyro are the ones that affect him personally.

I can imagine Pyro occasionally trying to write in other genres - especially horror.  His works are already supposed to be “gothic romance,” so sometimes he downplays the romance and leans hard into the spooky ghost story angle to write more of a horror novel.  He probably has another pen name for those books, since St. John Allerdyce is associated with romance.

He writes to make money, but he does have some pride in what he writes, and will be absolutely delighted if someone compliments his work.  He is actually very pleased that Emma starts asking him to write things for the Hellfire Club, like Harry Leland’s backstory.  It’s nice to be recognized for talents other than arson.

#pyro #st john allerdyce #this wound up being mostly about writng #it's an important part of his character

[tinystarscapes]

If I ever start dating someone who doesn’t like How Deep Is Your Love by the BeeGees, I won’t be able to marry them.

Because I just listened to it 3 times in a row, and it was by no means an accident.

And I will serenade them purposefully slightly off key every time it comes on ever.

#but i mean if they find it cute i’ll be able to marry them #because that’s a different story #but like if they get vehemently annoyed whenever it so much as comes on then i’ll have to pass #because it’s one of my all time favorite songs #next to september by earth wind and fire #personal

[aemonds-sapphire]

Take a Seat — Hawks x Reader

You tell Hawks you can’t stand him; he tells you to take a seat.

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Feather play. Masturbation. Exhibitionism.

Word count: 1.7k

“Hawks!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedroom.

The pro hero reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“KEIGO!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction ran along his entire body and all the way through to his wings, ruffling the feathers in the process.

“I am going to kill you!” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathroom. “I am going to be late!”

Hawks dreaded having to part ways with you on his day off. He rarely managed to get enough free time as it was, and now he’d have to watch you go to work, postponing his need to shower you with attention and love.

But Hawks’ playful antics always found a way to surface whenever the occasion called for it.

So he decided to steal your clothes and bath towel while you were taking a hurried shower.

It proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favor in the end.

As soon as your burst into the bedroom, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Hawks felt a rush of blood flooding downwards with a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I’m gonna be late for work!”

Hawks shrugged, thankful that his every growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed one pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one of his feathers.

“You are so annoying!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin was one of his favorite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish….” he started, making use of his top-level actor skills to twist his features into a pout. “And there’s this pain….”

And just like clockwork, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on his edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Where does it hurt?”

Hawks lifted the comforter, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

Just as he had anticipated, you immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried! You damn bird!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had you swing on top of him at lightning speed until you were sitting on his bare torso.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Hawks! I’m gonna be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only fueled his desire for you.

“I’ll fly you there,” he said with a devious smile as he ruffled his wings along the mattress like a haughty peacock. “C’mon…”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he justwasn’t going to let go of you just yet.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you!” you huffed in annoyance.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to give him a hard time.

He loved your brattiness.

“Sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

Hawks wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he remained still just in case.

“Let me eat you out,” he insisted, rubbing his thumbs along the pulse points in your wrists.

You faltered briefly when you clenched your thighs around him.

“You’re so…”

“Charming.”

You shook your head. “No.”

Hawks let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Handsome?”

“Annoying!”

He flashed his trademark grin. “Annoyingly handsome? I know!”

With one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I just took a shower… and I don’t want to be late for work…”

Hawks was a patient man, but not this patient. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid down his pillow so that he could be the perfect seat for your pussy. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

He nodded eagerly, nearly letting out a groan at the mouthwatering sight of your pussy in close proximity with his hungry mouth.

A sigh if relieved rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him, and he instinctively brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him, and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside your warm pussy.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking adorable. Still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few stroked of his skillful muscle? After all this time of having you all to himself?

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he didn’t plan to.

In fact, he planned on spicing things up.

He knew far too well that this, however, would prove to be not only insanely pleasurable for you but also for him.

A single crimson feather went up in the air and settled right between your legs.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to capture the pulse from your throbbing clit.

See, Hawks’ feathers came in extremely handy in these situations, because it granted him the ability to sense vibrations around them. So, your puffy clit’s thudding was immediately felt along his entire body. All the way to his cock, causing his hips to shoot up reflexively.

“K-Keigo! Not… not the—“

Your words faded and morphed into a pleasurable moan as soon as the tiny feather began drawing small circles along your clit.

Hawks was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart, the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your moans. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the heavy fabric of the comforter, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever-growing, but he wanted you to cum on his face this time.

His feather was kept tightly pressed against you, and such stimulation caused your hips to buck and jerk, forcing his other hand to increase his grip on you to keep you in place.

“Oh… oh… fuck—fuck—fuck!”

Hawks had had years to perfect his quirk and he was fully able to bend his feathers to his will using nothing but his mind to control them.

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Keigo! Please… it’s… it’s…” too much. Yes, it was.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too damn close.

He was fully aware that using one of his feathers drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand while having a hot girl riding his face.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver and he had the feather lap at your clit more avidly while keeping his tongue sliding in and out of your soaked pussy.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, spasming violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… good boy!” you groaned in ecstasy as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch thanks to his feather still lodged between your swollen folds.

And that was what immediately pushed him over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely, and he reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls. His wings stretched on either side of him and he felt a stack of feathers shoot out in both directions and carving themselves into the furniture and walls.

A few strands of hot liquid coat his fingers, but he didn’t care. His own heartbeat pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a gutural growl ripped through his throat.

You slid off to the side, allowing his animalistic groans to echo around the both of you.

Hawks took pride in having enviable stamina, but a powerful orgasm was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw as a few drops ran down his neck.

“I still hate you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking eyes with your hazy ones. “Want me to give you another orgasm?”

“I’m gonna be late!” you protested, sliding out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your leg muscles strained.

Hawks couldn’t help but to laugh as your struggled to keep your balance.

“C’mon. I’ll fly you there. I doubt you’ll be able to walk, anyways.”

He was thankful to his fast reflexes as a feather prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

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#hawks #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #mha hawks #bnha hawks #mha smut #bnha smut #takami keigo #hawks imagine #hawks headcanon #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[hanajjima]

SPIDER! | HANMA SHUJI

She wraps a fluffy white towel around herself, snuggling into the warmth it offers in face of the cold air that hit her after stepping out of the steamy shower. Tip toeing across the tile floor, she goes to leave the bathroom when her body seizes up. Limbs locked in place, frozen like someone slipped an ice cube down her back. 

A stifled gasp. She can’t suppress the shudder that crawls down her spine, because resting on the wall right next to her one and only exit is an inky black spider. It moves ever so slightly. A twitch of eight long spindly legs.  

She screams. “Shuji! Shuji, come upstairs!” 

A few seconds later, the door slams open, revealing an annoyed, disheveled Hanma. Styled hair mussed up from running his fingers through it due to stress. All of his paperwork has to be finished by the end of the week. She knows he’s on a deadline. So what could she be screaming her head off about at one in the goddamn morning?

He arches a brow at his fiancé, unmoved by her terrified shouts. 

She squeaks and stumbles back, fisting the towel tight around her chest and watching the little creature scurry further up the wall, startled by Hanma’s booming entrance. 

“What?” He deadpans. 

“There’s a spider,” she whines, pointing at the wall next to him.

Sure enough, it’s there. Chilling. Minding its own business. Hanma cared little for bugs. He isn’t scared of them like her. Either he leaves them or gets rid of them, depending on how much of a distraction they’re causing and right now, the little fucker is quite distracting. 

He leans against the doorframe and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his sweats, leveling her a lazy hooded gaze over the rim of his glasses. 

“That much is obvious, doll. So why don’t you take care of it?” He purrs, low and amused, knowing that’s not something she’d ever do so long as someone was around to take care of the creepy crawly for her. 

She vehemently shakes her head, “Nuh uh! No way! You couldn’t pay me enough to go near that ugly thing.” 

He rolls his eyes, tears a few tissues from the tissue box near the sink, and approaches the spider. It’s small. Yet, its plump abdomen and thick legs make it appear larger than it really is. 

He wipes it off the wall, and once she squeals again, a delightful idea comes to mind. Hanma turns to her, smile wide and wicked. He scans her tense form, golden orbs dancing with mirth.

“Hey, I think it might be alive still,” he pretends to check between the folds of the tissue where the dead spider lay. “Wanna see~♡” 

He approaches her, holding it out, hoping to elicit his desired reaction from her and his girl doesn’t disappoint. 

“No, no, no. Shuji, stop!” She backs up against the shower stall, eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t come here! Just flush it, you asshole!” 

Hanma can’t help but laugh, loud and boisterous. She was just too easy and so very endearing. Every day spent by her side keeps him on his toes. A burst of vibrant colors in his otherwise grey dreary world. 

He continues snickering as he flushes the tissue down the toilet. 

“There. Better?” He flicks her forehead, and she pouts, slapping his hand away. 

“You’re such a dick. But… yes, thank you.” 

She sighs and her shoulders relax, glare morphing into a smile so bright and blinding he fights the urge to look away. A warm flush spreads across his face and his heart thumps violently in his chest. 

She leans up and pecks him on the cheek, sweet and innocent. Somehow it makes him burn more, the tips of his ears bright red as butterflies flutter in his stomach and his breath catches. An all-consuming ache for her. It’s humbling, and he’s not used to it. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the bolt of pleasure that shoots through him whenever she lights up with joy. 

Sometimes, he wonders if she’s aware of the power she possesses. The vice-like grip she has on his heart and mind. There is little, if anything, he isn’t willing to do to see and hear her pretty smiles and laughter that make his head spin. Lightheaded and dizzy with love bordering on infatuation. 

He’d happily kill hundreds, thousands, millions of bugs. Squash them under his foot if it means reveling in her approval.

For now, Hanma’s curious about his squeamish financé’s answer to his next question. 

“What are you going to do when there’s a bug and I’m not here?” 

She shrugs. “Wait for you. If you weren’t home tonight, I probably would’ve just run out and not entered the bathroom until you came back.” 

He gives her a withering look, brows furrowed. Unimpressed by her solution to dealing with her fear of bugs. 

“You’re silly. You know that?”

“And you’re crazy. So it works out,” she pokes his chest, smirking proudly. 

As far as she’s concerned, she’ll go her whole life without ever having to lay a finger on a slimy insect.

He chuckles and cards his fingers through her wet locks, admiring its softness and waves. 

She grabs his hand and nuzzles into it, basking in his body heat while he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to her temple. Nothing but devotion written his molten stare. 

He rests his forehead against hers and murmurs, “yeah, I guess we work out pretty well. A crazy gangster with a crazier fiancé. Even if you’re a handful at times, you’re mine.” He squishes her cute cheeks. “I’ll always come for you whenever you need me. No matter how fuckin’ stupid your requests are.” 

“Hey!” 

The corner of Hanma’s lips curl into a sly grin and he plants another kiss on the inside of her arm, mischievous gaze boring into her doe-like brown eyes. She blushes a lovely shade of red as he peppers apologetic kisses up her arm to her shoulder. 

He is also hers. By all logic and reason, they shouldn’t perfectly fit together like two puzzle pieces. However, Hanma was never one to care for mores. If he sees something he wants, he gets it. She’s no exception. It doesn’t matter that he’s a dangerous crime lord, and she’s a stressed out graduate student. It doesn’t matter that her family hates him for taking her away. 

Her place is next to him and to everyone else, she’s untouchable and sacred. Hanma knows he’s far from perfect. Hard to love. But she sees him for all he is and stays. He still can’t believe he found her. Someone gentle yet resilient. Who can hold her own and call him out on his bullshit. A hell of a woman he plans to keep for the rest of his life. 

Tipping her chin up, he kisses her soft lips one last time, savoring her taste. “Joking,” he whispers against them. 

She sticks out her tongue and he wets his lips, quelling the desire to entangle his with hers. 

Instead, he pulls back and winks, bids her goodnight and promises he’ll come to bed later. 

As he leaves, Hanma thinks he can’t be all bad for her to choose him every single day.

Reblogs appreciated!

#shuji hanma #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma shuji imagines #shuji hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers hanma #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev #hanma imagines #tokyorev imagines #tokrev

[cqsuanla]

hiiii <3 i think i’m obsessed w your mediocre gf nat fics js, i’ve re read them all many times, they’re so great- anyway ily good job :)

also wondering would mediocre gf nat ever ever get soft w her gf? cause whenever she is i imagine her gf being like ‘are you feeling okay?’ lmao

hey thank u! ilyt i think im going to be making a mediocre gfs masterlist soon its getting huge

note: rome ants<3

The car is silent as Nat drives. Your hand hangs out the window, fingers wiggling in the cold air. The streetlights whizz by, appearing as streaks when you lean your head against the door and unfocus your eyes. The radio is turned low, and a man reports on a traffic jam in a different intersection, voice coming out low and fuzzy with static.

Nat makes an exit with fewer streetlights. The road is rough and winds down a hill.

Towards the ocean.

The car bumps over the gravel into a parking spot. You look over, tilting your head. Nat sits, staring out at the dark water, hands gripped on the wheel. You move your hand towards Nat’s leg, but she jolts into movement all of a sudden, unbuckling her seatbelt and near leaping out of the car. You scramble to follow.

Sand plumes behind her in her haste to the shoreline. You jog over her boot prints until you’re close enough to grab her elbow. Nat slows marginally—the only acknowledgement of your presence she spares on you.

She comes to an abrupt halt right before the sand is wet. She looks out towards the horizon. Or where you think the horizon is; it’s too dark to differentiate sky from sea.

“Nat?” You tug on her arm. Hold it close to your chest.

“I…” Nat blinks. Her lips twitch into a fragile smile, and she cranes her head to look over at you.

You hunch closer, wind whistling through your bodies. Her hair tickles your face. “What is it?”

“I missed you,” she admits slowly. Like she’s surprised herself with emotion. She does that sometimes.

You furrow your eyebrows, reaching a hand over to cup her cheek. “Me too. Next time you leave for a month, maybe don’t tell me over text.”

Nat’s smile widens, eyes trained on your face as if committing every detail of it to memory. She nods and whispers: “Okay.”

“And bring me a souvenir,” you go on, bumping your forehead into hers.

“Oh,” Nat says. “I did.”

“What did you get me?”

“Dental dams.”

The hand on her face shoves her away. You huff. “You’re so annoying.”

Nat laughs, hand catching your wrist easily, and she pulls you back into her body. Her arms circle your waist, and you give in, dumping your head onto her shoulder. Soaking in the warmth of her body. The warmth of her presence. Of her joy.

“Tell me it’s the flavoured kind, at least,” you mumble into her leather jacket.

“Only the best for you, baby,” she murmurs into the side of your head, leaving, along with it, a gentle kiss. “I… I, um, love you, you know?”

Your arms constrict around her waist, fists clenching around her jacket. Reminding her, physically, that you’re hers. “I know.”

“I wouldn’t leave you. Nothing could make me leave you willingly,” she continues in that same brittle voice. But it gets stronger as she goes, more vehement. “I don’t want to go sometimes. I just want to lie in bed with you. Or be lazy on the couch. I know- I mean, we’re not that type of couple, but I-” She sighs, breath fanning over your skin. “I just… I love you.”

You sink your hands into her hair, slipping your fingers through smooth strands of red, and you tug her head back so you can look into her eyes. See for herself your sincerity when you say: “I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees quietly.

“But,” you say as you frown a little, “are you feeling okay?”

Nat goes to say something, but you smack her forehead with the back of your hand.

“You feel okay. What’s wrong with you?”

Now, she scowls and bats your arm away. “Fuck you.”

You grin, pushing your body weight further onto her. She grunts, looking very much inconvenienced by you. “Okay, but seriously, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “I’m fucking normal.”

“No, I mean, did something happen during your mission?” You smooth your hands over the back of her neck, scratching lightly at her nape. “I worry, obviously. You peace out for a month with a bunch of guns and your superhero homies; it’s a bit scary being left behind.”

Nat’s gaze drops to the side, downward, gnawing at her lip. “Do you feel left behind?”

You dip your head down to catch her eyes again. “No.” She inhales deeply. Waits. You smile. “I know you love me even if you only say it to me like twice a year—my birthday and, like, our anniversary—because you make me feel loved. I know you try your best to keep up with me and my little life here. I know you don’t leave me behind for the hell of it. I meant it in a very literal sense. You board a plane and fly several hours to beat people up for money.”

“That’s a bit reductive,” she mutters.

“Your job description is literally classified,” you say dryly.

“Okay,” Nat says, accepting your heartfelt speech with a heaving sigh. “I was in a submarine.”

When Nat tugs your heads back together, you’re too taken aback by the lack of segue to resist.

“The way out was blocked. Water’s pouring in from a massive hole we’d blown into the side. Bodies around me. Just me.” Nat’s eyes close, and her head slants away from the water lapping up the sand. “I thought about you, then. I thought that you didn’t have a ride home from work anymore and that I couldn’t bring you junk food on the weekends. I thought that if I didn’t find a way out, no one would make you laugh like I do. Love you like me.” Her eyes squint open, a coy little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Y’know, fuck you like me.”

You nudge her nose with the tip of your own, chiding her for ruining the moment. Still: “Perhaps you overestimate your importance to me.”

“Oh? Do I?” she plays along, squeezing you in her arms.

But the way Nat looks right now, so close to you, is striking in a different kind of way. That’s saying something because she’s always beautiful to you, even when she’s a right mess. Her eyes, usually a light green, are dark in the night, and staunchly refuse to look away from you. Takes you in so resolutely, so tenderly. So, you sigh, pushing impossibly closer. “No,” you sigh. “You don’t.”

Nat presses her lips to yours, smiling. “Let’s go home.”

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

Look, I’ve been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 again and I just got this idea. Sooo, rooty-tooty-guns-n-shootie, takes place in 1887 ish, America.

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You are a kindhearted, positive, gentle person. Despite the harsh reality you live in, you try to see the good in people, even if it sometimes might not be there.

It has gotten you into plenty of trouble before but, it has gotten you so much more positivity as well.

Jotaro was one of those positive points. Angry, aggressive and dangerous in the eyes of others, you were one of the few who didn’t judge him for how he looked and carried himself. And thus, a miraculous friendship was born.

Whenever you would hang out together, people would always be wary of the strange duo, more so for your safety than what you would be up to. But you never paid them any mind. If they wanted to judge Jotaro, that was fine, but you wouldn’t let it ruin the time you had with him.

Jotaro, of course, noticed all the stares and whispers, but he didn’t give a shit.

When he had met you two years ago, you were being cornered by a couple of guys who had taken advantage of your kindness, pretending to ask if you could lead them to the general store, only to drag you into a secluded alleyway.

It just so happened that Jotaro had been across the street, seeing you happily chatting about the town to the boys, oblivious to the malicious glint in their eyes.

At first he didn’t want to get involved. He had seen you around before but never talked to you and if you were dumb enough to not see their true motive, why should he involve himself? But then you looked around and crossed eyes with him, and instead of instant swooning or darting your eyes away and cowering in fear, you sent him a polite smile and a wave, since you recognised him from around town. It surprised him, seeing you act so casually and greet him like a person.

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro looked down at his feet for a second, grabbing the bill of his hat in frustration, only to abruptly let it go and stand up, discreetly starting to follow you and the boys.

Not a few minutes later and the boys executed their plan, pulling you into an abandoned alley, much to your surprise. They didn’t get even twenty seconds before Jotaro slinked up behind them. Just the image and threat of the imposing nineteen year old was enough to get the boys to scamper off with their tails between their legs.

Upon being saved, you practically dragged Jotaro along, insisting on paying him a drink as thanks and from there on, the two of you hit it off.

Ever since then, you two regularly hung out. And Jotaro had taken it upon himself to become your self-appointed bodyguard.

Right now he was headed to the church.

The town you two lived in was of moderate size and, since there were so many people in one place, a small church was built there. But Jotaro wasn’t going to the church so he could pray to God, no, he was going because you were there.

He knew you had started teaching kids how to read. Most of them were homeless, piss-poor or sticky-fingered little brats, but you taught them all the same.

Jotaro had once pointed it out and asked if you knew what those kids were actually up to every day. You had answered with a shrug, saying it didn’t matter and that you just wanted to help them. Jotaro had just grumbled at that and pulled his hat down. It didn’t matter to him, as long as they kept their grubby hands off of your belongings and didn’t harm you.

He rounded a corner and the church finally came into view further down the dirt-path. For a second, Jotaro reconsidered whether he wanted to visit you or not. He had nothing to do and wanted to share in your company, but he also knew that if you weren’t done teaching yet, you would not go with him until you were; which would mean Jotaro either had to leave with his tail between his legs in front of a bunch of brats, or he had to sit down and endure their incessant squabbling.

Shaking his head, he just decided to go for it. Regrettably enough, Jotaro just really wanted to see you right now. Recently, a gang of thieves and murderers had swept through town and pretty much everyone had been holed up inside, making him unable to see or spend time with you.

Finally reaching the church, he looked past the gates to see you sitting on the steps, about eight kids with you, of which five were sitting around you, while the other three were fooling around on the small grass churchyard that sat in front of the steps.

God, you were beautiful. Jotaro could immediately tell some of these kids were violent, thieves and just straight nasty, yet you talked with them as if they were your own.

Your own.

Jesus, how his stomach twisted at the thought. You both were 21 now and Jotaro knew he should be looking to the future. If there was someone he wanted to be with, it was you. And just the thought of you, your belly swollen with his child? It shook him to the core.

As he reached the gate, he must have stared at you for a little too long because as soon as he had put two steps inside, the three boys that were kicking around on the grass stopped in front of him, seeming to be between the ages of eleven to thirteen.

“Whoa there, mister! What do you think you’re doing?” The dirty blond to his right said and Jotaro looked down at the boys, raising an eyebrow at them for stopping him. “We don’t like that look in your eyes.” The boy continued.

“Yeah, need we remind you you are on church grounds?”

“What were you staring at Miss Y/N for, mister? What do you want with her?” The third kid spoke up and Jotaro was now annoyed, feeling ticked off at their questioning.

“That’s my business, now get out of my way.” He glared, but though he could see he scared them, they held their ground.

“No! We are not letting you hurt her!”

“You wanna fight for it? Let’s go then!” The one right in front put his fists up.

“Yare yare daze, just move, kid.” Jotaro sighed, tilting his hat over his eyes to stay calm.

“Now you’ve done it! Haaa-!” The blond yelled out, punching Jotaro in the stomach, but the man didn’t even flinch. The kid’s eyes went big.

He looked to his friends for help and they got the hint, all three of them now rearing up for an attack as they each shouted a battle cry, going to throw punches while Jotaro grit his teeth in annoyance. As much as he despised these little shits, he couldn’t punch them, and so he just decided to let them vent and then move on.

Someone else however, heard the screaming. “Hey! What’s going o-! Oh! Hey, Jotaro!”

Your sudden happy greeting stopped the boys in their tracks and two of them stumbled as they made their punches go wide to miss the intimidating man.

Jotaro put his hand up in greeting and you beamed a smile, much to the confusion of the kids. You excused yourself from the five around you and walked over.

“So, what’s going on here?” You asked sweetly, yet there was a warning undertone in your voice.

“N-Nothing!” The blond squeaked, holding a not so convincing smile, his face screaming ‘guilty’.

“Good grief, I told you they were brats.” Jotaro once again lowered his hat over his eyes, feeling a kick to his shin that made him glare at the boy beside him, instantly making him run off in fear, the other two following not a second later.

“Oi, don’t be mean to my kids.” You scolded him, rapping your knuckles on the top of his head.

“They’re not your kids.” Jotaro deadpanned and you sputtered a bit.

“Yeah, well, not technically no, but-“

“That little shit stole from me two weeks ago.” He pointed to the auburn haired boy that had been standing to his left earlier.

“He did? What did he steal?” You questioned, your brows furrowing.

“Pack of cigarettes and my lighter. That shit ain’t cheap you know.” He grumbled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oi, stop swearing every other sentence. You’re on church grounds.” You lightly smacked him on the chest while Jotaro just gave you a look that said ‘does it look like I care?’. “So... why are you here?” You then asked, diverting the subject.

“Just came by to see you.” Jotaro shrugged.

“Aw, how sweet.” You teased a little but a small blush did make its way onto your cheeks, making Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Could that mean you...? No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “Why don’t you come sit down?” You suddenly asked and Jotaro looked down at you.

“No, I don’t-“

“Too bad, too late!” You grinned as you grabbed his hand out of his pocket and dragged him back to the stairs with you, not even giving him any time to protest. “Everyone, this is Jotaro! Jotaro, this is everyone.” You smiled as you introduced him to the terrified kids on the stairs.

A small girl then slowly stepped forward, her hair almost white-blonde and braided in two braids down the sides of her head.

She looked up at Jotaro with big eyes, the man staring back, before smiling wide, holding her arms up at him and making grabby hands. “Uh.” Jotaro hesitantly looked at you while you just held the biggest smile.

“That’s Amelia, she’s seven years old and mute.” You explained before urging Jotaro with your eyes to do as she asked and pick her up.

Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the girl under her armpits, easily lifting her up into his arms and looping an arm under her to hold her. Amelia immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, smiling brightly as she looked into his eyes.

Jotaro averted his gaze from the girl in his arms, over to you, to see you nearly melting on the spot. He rolled his eyes in response to you freaking out. “Happy?” He grumbled out and you just nodded vehemently.

A tugging broke Jotaro from watching you and he looked down behind him to see a little boy tugging on his pants, pointing up at him.

“You want to go up too?” You questioned and the boy nodded enthusiastically, shouting out a ‘yeah!’.

“Wait, Y/N-“ Before he could do anything about it, you had lifted the boy and placed him on Jotaro’s back, letting him cling by himself since Jotaro was using both hands to hold the girl.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on Jotaro’s face as the boy giggled loudly, clinging tightly on his back.

The other children were suddenly a lot less terrified, as two others stood up and started tugging on his pants as well. It was clear that the younger kids had stayed around you as you taught the lesson, while the older three had drifted a bit away. This meant however, that Jotaro was now surrounded by small kids, two of them on top of him.

“I’m not a horse you know.” He grumbled, looking at the two hanging on his pants a little warily, watching where they put their hands.

“You’re not, but you’re just as tall, if not taller, and a lot less dangerous.” You grinned, earning a glare from the man though you knew there was no real hostility in it.

Just then, the doors to the church opened and a nun came walking out. “Ah, miss L/N! How goes the reading?” She questioned and you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro, to the nun.

“Ah! It’s going fine, thank you! And thank you again for letting me use this space.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course, our doors are open for you anytime.” The nun smiled back before turning to see the remarkable sight of Jotaro, surrounded by kids, holding a small girl while another child clung to his back. “Mr. Kujo.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hello, Sister.” Jotaro greeted back. He may be a hardass, but he at least had respect for those who deserved it, unlike a lot of other people.

“It is good to see you again. Coming to visit Y/N I see?” She smiled and Jotaro dipped his head a little in response, both as a way to answer yet also as a way to hide his eyes from the Sister, for he knew she could look through him as though he was shouting out his thoughts and emotions. “Well, no matter.” The nun smiled slyly to herself, seeing through the action. “Who here is hungry?” She then spoke out a little louder and almost every tiny head perked up.

You giggled at the sight and swiftly moved to behind Jotaro, grabbing onto the boy hanging there and lifting him down from his back while Jotaro himself carefully sat the girl down. In a matter of seconds, all of the kids were lined up in a row and quickly started following the nun into the church, the doors closing behind them and leaving you and Jotaro on the steps.

“Whoo, they are always a lively bunch.” You chuckled, turning a little to face Jotaro before walking up to the stairs and sitting down on them, grabbing the book you had been working on with them, as well as the notebook and pencil.

“What book were you reading?” Jotaro asked, sitting down next to you. You took notice of how close he sat though, his arm touching yours as you sat side by side.

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table.” You said it in a fancy manner and held the book up for him as he took it from your hands.

“Knights? Really?” He scoffed as he briefly leafed through the pages and you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.

“Hey! It’s good for their imagination.” You chuckled. “Besides, it needs to be engaging for them. Lord knows I can’t try to teach them to read with the kinds of books you read. ‘How wagons are assembled’ or ‘how nature works’. Oh! Oh! ‘How a steam train or steam boat functions’.” You giggled a little as you poked fun at him, lowering your voice near the end to match his as best you could as you spoke.

“That’s not what I sound like.” Jotaro rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Sure you don’t, tough boy.” You leaned forward until you could look at him from under the brim of his hat, now hovering over his lap as you cocked your head with a smirk. “I have heard you rant about inventions and discoveries made more than anyone else, I’m pretty sure.”

Jotaro just scoffed and looked to the side, unable to hide his slightly embarrassed blush since you were right below him. Oh god, you were right below him, your face so close to his. He only needed to lean down a little and- Clearing his throat, Jotaro leaned back a bit, giving himself some space and prompting you to sit up again, none the wiser from what was going through his head.

“Hey, did you know they were setting up a new shop last week? Apparently you can get your picture taken there.” You suddenly started, looking forward through the churchyard as you mused.

“Oh?” Jotaro spoke, trying to sound disinterested yet listening intently.

“Would you... perhaps want to take a picture with me there?” You hesitantly asked and Jotaro’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t show it. “I always wanted to see what I would look like on one of those.”

“Not very different from what you look like when you look in a mirror.” Jotaro cringed at how roughly that came out but he had said it before he could stop himself. He just hoped it didn’t dissuade you from wanting to take a picture with him.

“Say, are you insulting me, Mr. Kujo?” You teased lightheartedly, nudging him again and a tiny relieved smile played on Jotaro’s lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever insulting you.”

“Alright, now I know you’re just taking a piss.” You laughed. “Either way, what do you say we-!” You suddenly stopped your excited exclamation, catching Jotaro’s attention. “Oh wait, it’d probably cost a lot huh? Shoot, never mind, we can go do something else...” You deflated but quickly shook it off, perking up in feigned happiness again. “Do you have anything in mind!?”

Jotaro however, studied your face close. He hated to see how your excitement got washed away so quickly. “Yare yare.” Standing up from the stairs, he held his right hand out to you.

“Oh, you’ve got something?” You asked, seemingly back to your happy self as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up.

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

Your face turned into shock as he said that. “Wait, really? But I just said- I- you- You mean you’ll pay?”

“As long as I can be in it as well, yes.” Jotaro gently tugged your hand, still holding onto it as he now used it to coax you along. “Let’s go then, we don’t know when it closes and it is getting late.”

Jotaro started walking, very consciously keeping hold of your hand. As you fell into step with him, excitedly buzzing, he made a bold move as he re-gripped your hand to fit more comfortably in his; as if you were intentionally holding hands from the beginning instead of just still awkwardly holding on after Jotaro pulled you to your feet.

You didn’t seem any wiser while Jotaro felt his heart pounding in his throat, relishing in how his hand fit around yours, your hand unconsciously still holding onto his. He was so tempted to rub his thumb over the back of your palm or to actually entwine his fingers with yours, but decided against it since that would definitely draw your attention to your hands and he didn’t want that. Right now, he would just hold on, silently musing to himself how small your hand was compared to his and how right it felt to have your hand sat in his.

In this moment, it was one of the few times Jotaro was actually glad for your obliviousness.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the photography shop and you both stood in front of the door, slogans and examples of pictures slapped everywhere to lure people in.

‘Get your photo taken with your loved one and display the memory, so you may never forget!’

That and more was plastered on the display window, yet Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off of that particular one. ‘With your loved one’. His attention automatically reverted back to how you were still holding hands and he had to try everything in his power to keep his face from heating up.

“Let’s go in!” You jumped once, breaking him out of his focus as you started dragging him to the door, opening it not a second later, the tall male in tow.

“Good afternoon, how can I help the lovely couple tonight?” A man standing in front of a camera asked when he saw you two come in, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh. We’re, uh.” Your face burst into flame as he commented that, your eyes drifted up to Jotaro and then to your entwined hands, realising you were still holding onto him.

You quickly made a move to let him go but Jotaro kept holding on, preventing you from pulling away as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“We’re here to get a picture taken, old man. What else.” He snapped a little and you sighed good-naturedly. Good ol’ Jotaro: intimidating people and being scary upon meeting them for the first time.

“Oh, haha, of course.” The owner chuckled nervously, though you swore you could hear him mutter a ‘I’m not that old’ as he turned to check his camera. “Uhm, you can just take your place in front of the background there.” He then smiled, motioning to the wall the camera was set up in front of.

The ‘background’ was a painting of an open plain, a rock formation with a modest waterfall in the back, as well as an eagle in the right hand corner.

Your jittery yet excited nerves for doing this came back, making you forget the flustering comment of the shop owner and you started walking towards the wall.

“Hope it’s gonna turn out alright.” You grinned up at Jotaro and he sent you a rare reassuring smile. It was small, but it was there, and suddenly, you were completely calm and ready to get this photo taken. The two of you took your place, Jotaro standing right up against you, making you blush.

“Alright.” The owner nervously rubbed his hands together, obviously still a bit scared of the nearly two meter tall man in black. “Ah, you are already in the perfect positions, you are naturals at this.” He tried to crack a joke but it came out a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Look here please.” The man pointed at a spot right above the camera before ducking behind the device.

And just like that, the photos were taken.

After this entire time, Jotaro relinquished his hold on your hand, figuring it was best to let go, lest he was too obvious and even you would notice. Hell you, probably already did but thought nothing of it. Your obliviousness shining through again.

In the end, the two of you picked out the two best ones, nearly identical, and took one each.

That night, as Jotaro walked back home, he admired the photograph in his hand. He didn’t care much for how he looked in it, but it was the exact opposite with you. You looked so happy in it. Your smile shining bright and your energy nearly radiating off of it even through the photo. Yet what Jotaro treasured more than all in it, was the way your hands were entwined in the photo. Right in the middle, screaming for him to look at it. And look he did, feeling his cheeks heat up a little.

Opening the door to his home, he was immediately bombarded as his mother latched to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Jotaro, you’re home!” She cheered happily. “You missed dinner so I put some to the side for you.” She smiled and Jotaro just huffed a little, pushing her off of himself. He wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to go to bed.

That wish was short-lived however, as someone suddenly tackled him from behind, making him face plant into the floor.

“Jotaro! My boy!” The oh-so familiar voice of his grandfather sounded.

Question marks went off in the younger man’s head. His mother hadn’t told him the old man was coming for a visit?

“Get off.” Jotaro grunted as he attempted to shake his grandpa off but it was futile, as Joseph instead put him into a deadlock, pulling his arm behind his back and trapping it there, which made his eyes widen. The fucking photograph was in that hand and if that old man got even a single crinkle or fold in it, he would have his head.

“Good evening, Jotaro.” A familiar accented voice spoke and Jotaro looked up from under his hat to see Caesar sitting in the arm chair facing him, giving a disappointed look at Joseph.

“Caesar.” Jotaro grunted back a greeting as Joseph found that exact moment to twist his arm a little further.

“Oh, what’s this?” The voice on top suddenly curiously spoke and Jotaro felt the photograph be swiped from his fingers, making his eyes widen.

His grandfather was an expert at pinning people down thanks to years of random fights and being friends with Caesar. Yet you should never underestimate a desperate man trying to keep his dignity who also has a temper to match.

Thanks to Joseph using one hand to look at the paper in his hand, he had lost his hold on Jotaro’s right arm and the young man took full use of it.

Pushing himself up a bit, he threw the older man off of himself and turned around to swipe the photo back, but Joseph was way quicker and had used the momentum to get to his feet and run over to Caesar, standing behind his chair as he turned the paper around, feasting his eyes on the photo again.

“What’s this, Jotaro? Who’s that with you?” He asked in disbelief and Jotaro clenched his jaw. His mother, upon hearing her father say the sentence, zipped over and curiously looked at the photo as well, gasping a little once she saw it, before looking up at her son and sending him a giant grin.

Jotaro pulled his hat down a little and stomped over, attempting to swipe at the photo. “Give it back.” He growled as he tried to grab it, but Joseph moved it out of his reach.

“No way! You have some explaining to do, I mean, you’re smiling in this!”

“I’m not.” Jotaro grumbled, once again lunging forward to get it back, but Joseph tittered away, way too giddy and happy about what he was finding out about his grandson.

“Yes you are! Look! It’s small, but it’s there!” He turned the photo around and pointed at Jotaro’s face in it. Holly took a closer look and her proud grin grew even more.

“Would you stop, old man? It’s nothing, so just give it back.” Jotaro once again walked across the room to try and reach his grandfather, but Joseph danced out of his grasp once more, skipping over to Caesar who had stayed seated in this entire ordeal and showing the photo to his lifelong friend.

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

Caesar, who had had his eyes closed, opened them and slowly looked up at Joseph, grasping the photo with his left hand before harshly grasping his friend’s wrist, prying his hand away from the photo before getting out of the chair and moving over to the younger man.

“Here you go.” He spoke as he returned the photo.

“Thanks.” Jotaro spoke, a little unsure of what to say.

“Tell her how you feel soon. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Jotaro blinked a few times, feeling his face heat up a little as the Italian man gave the advice, speaking loud enough for only him to hear it. With a soft tug, he pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes and nodded, quickly making his way out of the room so he could finally just go to bed.

As he walked through the hall, he heard his grandpa’s despairing cries, questioning Caesar why he would do that, and a small smirk appeared on Jotaro’s face. He could always trust in Caesar.

- - - -

Two weeks had passed and Jotaro was sitting on the steps of the church. To his left, he heard your gentle and caring voice reading passages of the book to the kids around. To his right, the little girl, Amelia, was practically glued to his hip as he read his own book, just silently sitting through your class.

He had been doing this more and more frequently, just coming by every once in a while, not really saying anything and just sitting with you as you taught the kids.

As he turned the page of his book, he suddenly felt something being lifted from his front pocket however and he snapped his head up, looking to his left to see the dirty blond, who he now knew as Jack, lifting his pocket watch from its place. The boy immediately noticed he was found out and bolted, laughing as he ran across the grass to the fences on the other side.

Jotaro however, was pissed as he slammed his book shut and walked over to Jack with large strides. “Give it back.” He spoke lowly, a threatening glare directed at the boy.

Jotaro physically saw him gulp, smirking a little to himself to see he still had his intimidating presence with these kids. But it was short lived, since Jack seemingly found a bit of courage again - continuing on with the plan, unknown to Jotaro.

“Why? I’m sure you can buy another one. Unless... this one is special?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes dangerously and Jack could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked open the watch and there was a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Aha.” He spoke and smirked up at Jotaro, only for that smirk to leave as he saw the dangerous aura radiating off of the man. “Tommy!” He yelled and threw the pocket watch, making Jotaro’s heart sink for a moment, scared it would drop on the stone steps and break.

“You little shit.” He glared at Jack before turning around to Tommy, who was standing on the steps of the church.

“Hey, what’s going on!” You called out, looking up from your book while the children around were trying to write letters in your notebook.

Tommy immediately took this chance and rushed over to you when Jotaro started taking threatening strides towards the boy. He didn’t want to hit a kid but so help him god, he would get that pocket watch back. Jotaro wasn’t fast enough however, as Tommy zipped over to you and flipped the pocket watch open, shoving it in your face.

Jotaro faltered in his steps, nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. Those little brats had planned this all out. They knew. Jotaro hated to say it, but he had made it too obvious that he was sweet on you and they knew.

“Jotaro!” Your exclamation of surprise ripped him from his thoughts and he looked over at you, doing his best to keep an expression of indifference. “How did you manage to do this? I had to make a bigger frame to fit mine!” You turned the pocket watch around so he could see the inside, showing the clock on the right while on the left, on the inside of the cover, he now had a perfect view of the photograph of the two of you that he had stuck in there.

Jack and Tommy groaned while Jotaro’s shoulders slumped a bit. In both relief, as well as disappointment for some reason, seeing you were none the wiser.

Jotaro just waved his hand a bit, dismissing your question as he walked over and took the pocket watch back from you. Looking it over to see if it was damaged but luckily, it wasn’t. Concluding that, he flipped it shut and put it back in the pocket where it belonged.

“Well?” You looked up at him with hopeful and curious eyes and Jotaro pulled his hat down over his face. You looked... cute.

Jotaro didn’t lift his hat as he took his spot next to you again. “I went back and had a photograph taken of the photograph.” He said through gritted teeth, reluctantly telling you how he did it, embarrassment flooding through him over having to admit that.

“Oh, that’s so clever! I should do something like that as well.” You giggled, then dreamingly looked forward.

You were pulled out of it by a small tug on your sleeve. “Miss Y/N, can we have a break?” The small boy asked and you smiled sweetly, nodding.

“Of course, you go ahead and play for a bit.” You shoo’ed all the kids and they erupted into talk and laughter, all of them getting up and finding a place to play.

As the kids were running around a bit during the break, a shadow got cast over a specific pair of boys, making them freeze and slowly turn around to the imposing figure. “Tommy. Jack. Any of you touch my shit ever again and I will make you severely regret it.” The threat and danger in Jotaro’s voice was real and the boys swallowed heavily, nodding frantically before busting out into a sprint, running away as far as possible before squeaking as Jotaro made his way back over to them, since they had ran towards where you sat on the steps and that was where Jotaro wanted to sit down again as well.

“Did you have to scare them like that?” You questioned with a chuckle and Jotaro just huffed in amusement as he sat down.

“Yes. They need to know not to take my stuff.”

“You know, you’re right. That is a good lesson to learn.” You chuckled, only for your smile to slowly dim down as your attention got taken by several pairs of horse hooves thumping across the ground. “What’s that?” You questioned as you looked at the large group of riders, watching them trot closer and closer, slowing down the closer they got to the church. All of them carried rather large guns and other weapons.

You nervously looked up at Jotaro, who had his eyes narrowed as he looked at the large group as well. “Stay alert.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, the both of you getting up.

Jotaro whistled loud and curtly, gaining the attention of all the kids. You quickly motioned your arms for all of them to come, not wanting to verbally shout it just in case the riders would hear and take it the wrong way.

Taking the hint, the kids all started to run into your arms and Jotaro took a step forward, holding his arms out a little to keep you and the children behind him.

Everyone had fearful looks as Amelia was the last to reach you, running behind you and around, hanging on the back of Jotaro’s pants. It wasn’t a few seconds later that the riders all stopped in front of the church.

“Howdy, partner.” The leader of the herd spoke up after a few seconds but Jotaro immediately picked up on the false friendliness in the voice.

“What do you want?” He bit back, glaring vehemently.

“Whoa, so angry.” The man mocked with a large grin, turning back to his friends behind him who laughed softly. “You should show me some respect you know.” He then continued, turning back to Jotaro with that grin still on his face. “Did your momma never teach you respect?” He continued jesting but Jotaro didn’t give any reaction, just holding the intimidating glare on the man.

This made him feel as if he was losing grip of the situation, so the man decided to take another approach and laughed a bit while calling out. “Why don’t I teach you some then?” He jokingly pointed his gun at Jotaro and the children whimpered and gasped in fear from behind him. Your grip on his trenchcoat tightened and Jotaro’s reaction was immediate, his right hand pulling back to behind his back before snapping forward, a gun now pointed at the man’s head.

“Try it.” Jotaro’s voice was low and dangerous and even the rider took note of it. “I know exactly what you’re up to. This is a community church, it has nothing of value for you, so take your little group and piss off. You’re scaring the children.” Jotaro calmly spoke as he stared down the barrel of the gun, showing not even a hint of fear, nervousness or hesitation.

“Now... calm down, friend.” The man tried, re-gripping his gun a little nervously.

“We ain’t friends and you know it. Get the hell away from here.” Jotaro’s hand was as steady as ever, his gun constantly pointed at the man’s head without even a single tremor or twitch from holding the iron up.

This angered the man. “You seem to not understand that you are outnumbered here, friend.” He spoke, calling Jotaro that again on purpose, signalling his mates in the meantime, who all grabbed a gun and pointed it at Jotaro as well.

The children cowered even more, small shrieks leaving them and you tried to shush them. “It’s alright, just stay behind me and Jotaro. You’re alright.” You spoke in a hushed tone, petting the heads of those you could reach. You discreetly saw the door to the church open and saw the Sister poke her head out. You quickly and frantically shook your head, a message for her to stay where she was.

“Are you really going to threaten children on church grounds?” Jotaro questioned calmly and the leader growled a bit in anger.

“Stop acting so smug or I’ll blast your head off! And that of that girl too! Give those brats something to look at!”

“Threaten her again and I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.” Jotaro’s retort was immediate as he glared at the man, lowering his gun just a little to point directly at the mouth of the loud-mouthed bastard.

“Hit a nerve?” The guy smirked. “I’ll say it again, you’re outnumbered.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, son.” A new voice spoke up and everyone’s head whipped to the source. “What’s going on here?” The sheriff spoke, tilting his head a little while two of his deputies joined his side, all of them having their hands hovering over the guns strapped to their belts.

Now that there were a lot more possible enemies, the man wavered. Slowly and reluctantly, he lowered his gun. “Nothing, sheriff. Just a bit of harmless fun.” He spoke and his friends took it as a sign to lower their guns as well.

“Was it? ‘Cause as far as I can see you are threatening innocent children. Now, will you move on yourself or will we have a problem?”

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth before hitting the reins of his horse, simultaneously softly kicking his feet into its belly, making the animal start calmly stepping forward, the rest of his group following his example as they started riding away at a slow pace.

“Follow them and make sure they leave proper.” The sheriff whispered to his deputies before leaving them to their business and walking over to the gate leading into the church grounds.

Jotaro kept his gun up the entire time the gang of riders were riding away, all of them sending occasional glances back that kept Jotaro on high alert. Only once the deputies rode past and started tailing the men did he finally lower it.

Once he un-cocked the gun and sighed out, the children still cowering behind the two of you finally relaxed a little, two of them bursting into tears as the sheriff walked through the fence and towards the steps of the church - to which you immediately started trying to console them.

“Holy crap! You just won that standoff singlehandedly!!” Jack shouted as the sheriff stepped into earshot, the boy jumping in front of Jotaro with his hands thrown in the air as he looked at the man before him in awe.

“That was so cool!! It was like twenty to one and you still won!” Tommy piped in with an exaggerated number and Jotaro lowered his hat over his eyes, softly letting out his usual catchphrase.

“Are you boys all alright?” The sheriff walked up and Jotaro lifted his gaze again, briefly looking back to see you had succeeded in calming the children down, four of them now clinging to you in a group hug as the doors to the church opened properly, the nun quickly walking out to help comfort the children.

“Yes. Thank you for stepping in.” Jotaro spoke back, nonchalantly putting his gun back in its place, hidden behind his trenchcoat.

“Well, that’s my job.” The sheriff joked before turning a little more serious. “What happened exactly?”

Jotaro looked back at you once again, seeing you now quietly talking with the kids to calm them down. This earned him an elbow poke in the ribs from Tommy and he glared at the kid, making said boy giggle to himself and drag Jack with him, running over to you.

“They came to rob the church, believing it to have many riches like those city churches have, probably.” Jotaro sounded a little indifferent as he turned back to look forward and the sheriff hummed.

“Mr. Kujo saved us, sheriff Miller.” The sister spoke as she walked up, placing a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder blade. Jotaro just looked down at the nun, getting a grateful smile from her and he gave a small barely noticeable nod back.

Something suddenly latched onto his right leg and Jotaro looked down to see Amelia hanging on his pant leg, burying her head into the fabric.

Jotaro just looked at her for a second. He didn’t know what he had done to get her like this, but Amelia had really attached herself to him. Jotaro on the other hand, still had no idea what to do around children. He awkwardly patted her on her head, making her look up. “Go to Y/N, it’s alright.” He spoke, trying his best to sound gentle but it still came out quite gruffly, regrettably enough.

Amelia didn’t seem to care though and stayed latched on his leg while both the nun and the sheriff chuckled discreetly at the young man trying his best. Crouching down to get on eye height with the girl, the sheriff got her attention. “Are you alright?” He asked and Amelia turned her head, half of her face still buried in Jotaro’s trousers but still paying attention. She nodded softly and the sheriff smiled.

“Why don’t you go to Miss L/N, Mr. Kujo? I’ll handle the rest.” The Sister smiled and Jotaro nodded at her, turning around.

Amelia let go of his leg and instead grabbed his hand, trying to pull him along now as she tried to hurry over to you.

Once he was close enough, you noticed and got up, turning around to face him. Amelia let go of his hand and ran to her friends while your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s.

Tears were pricking in the corners and that shocked Jotaro slightly. He had no time to react as you ran over to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder.

He immediately caught you, wrapping his arms around your body and holding it against himself to hold you up. Yet, his eyes were wide as he felt his heart thump. He had no idea what to do. He felt you pressing your face even deeper into his neck, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of the children but Jotaro knew you wanted to, more than anything.

His brain short-circuited and all he could think to do was tighten his hold on you, letting you know he was there.

Some noises to his left caught his attention and he looked over to see Jack and Tommy making kissy faces at him. In an immediate reaction he kicked a rock that lay at his foot to them, making them dodge it and giggle while running away again, joining the other kids while Jotaro silently grumbled to himself, trying to calm his beating heart.

“You alright?” He asked after a minute more of silence and he felt you nod into his shoulder.

“Yeah... you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jotaro questioned and you lifted your head, leaning back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes were a bit red and you sniffled softly.

“Well.” You started with a small sad chuckle. “You did just nearly die.”

To that, Jotaro rolled his eyes. “You clearly read the situation wrong then.” He put you back on your feet, looking to see the nun walking back over to the children while the sheriff was now walking away, sticking his hand up as he looked back in a goodbye before turning around fully and walking back to his horse.

Because he was looking to the sheriff walking away however, he was unable to brace himself when you took a few steps back and jumped right into him, tackling him to the floor.

A heavy ‘oof’ left him as he crashed to the ground with you right on top of him. You immediately sat onto his stomach and Jotaro had to try very hard to suppress a blush at the sight.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of seeing things wrong when I am just worried for your safety.” You spoke, poking his chest in warning, but the teasing look in your eyes told Jotaro exactly what you were thinking.

In return, Jotaro grabbed your wrists and rolled the two of you around so that you were now pinnend under him. “I will accuse you, because you will always remain oblivious.” He spoke, his voice sounding a little strained even though he held a small smirk.

“Oblivious to what?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. Jotaro didn’t say anything, just looked deeply in your eyes. Neither of you really noticed he was leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

Yet before anything else could happen: “GET HIIIIMMM!!” A young voice screamed out and Jotaro jerked his head back up, looking up past his shoulder only to have three different bodies flung on top of him.

You burst out laughing at Jotaro’s surprised face that only you had a view of, even though you were still trapped under the man, his hands on either side of you as he attempted to keep himself from toppling over and crushing you.

“No, no! Oh dear.” You heard the Sister laugh, having tried to stop the children, only to fail miserably as six of the eight were now on top of Jotaro, trying to bring him down.

Part 2  |  Part 3

#hopelessly in love joot hours #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jojos bizarre adventure #cowboy au #jjba au #jjba #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #long awaited and I hope you like it cause I love it #jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro #kujo jotaro #cowboy jotaro

[harmonizingsunsets]

Polin Week Day 4: Prompt - Jealousy

Touching A Live Wire

After dragging Colin by the arm through her and Eloise's flat with one hand, Penelope slams the door behind them with the other.

She folds her arms across her chest and looks him in the eye for the first time since they left her work party early. He'd looked apologetic, following her wordlessly to the car and remaining silent during the entire drive to the flat.  

"You have five seconds to apologize."

Colin sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Penelope, this is a misunderstanding."

"Five," she starts counting.

"I didn't mean to say it that loud!"

Penelope's lips curl further in anger. "Four."

"Wait, let me explain why I—."

"Three," she interrupts, tapping her foot loudly on the floor.

Colin tilts his head at her. "Pen, this is ridiculous."

"Two."

"Can't we just sit down and—." Pen opens her mouth, her lips forming the word one, but Colin looks alarmed and puts his hands out to stop her. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry!"

Penelope breathes in relief. Despite the show she just put on, she didn't know what she would've done if she'd reached one. With Penelope's grade three students, she'd send them to the principal's office or write their names in the infraction book. But, Penelope didn't think those forms of punishment would've worked with Colin.

She moves her hands to her hips, pinning her gaze on him. "Sorry about what?"

"I'm sorry that I got a bit carried away."

"A bit carried away?" Penelope scoffs, causing him to flinch in guilt. "Colin, you yelled at my co-worker, "Penelope is too good for you," and then proceeded to knock over the punch bowl!"

"In my defense, whoever placed it there did a poor job. It was teetering on the edge of the table."

Penelope's jaw clenches. "I placed it on the table."

Colin's eyes go wide, adorably so, which she could appreciate more if she weren't so angry at him.

Well, she still does appreciate it a little. She's human, after all.

"Oh, then it was a lovely job!" Colin exclaims, trying to cover himself. "Perfect placement, angels in heaven would want you to be on punchbowl duty at every party."

"You think angels have parties?"

"No, of course not, but they host them. Can you imagine parties in heaven? Unlimited food, great entertainment, and you could dance with Pablo Picasso and Prince at the same time."

"You really think Picasso and Prince would run in the same social circles in—hey, don't distract me," she interrupts herself, pointing accusingly at him while biting back a grin. "I'm mad at you."

Colin takes a step forward, beginning to smirk. "Then why are you smiling?"

"It's an annoying side effect of being around you," Penelope explains grumpily. "But, I'm still angry."

Colin deflates. "I know. You  should be angry at me." He begins to pace, making Penelope worry that he's going to slip as she and Eloise just polished the floor yesterday. "I was way out of line. I shouldn't have yelled at your co-worker. It was disrespectful."

Penelope exhales, her anger beginning to fade, but confusion still causing her head to ache.

"I don't understand. Why did you yell that at him? And why did you spend the whole evening scowling at him and steering me away from him the entire time?"

Colin doesn't respond, looking down at his shoes. His behavior worries her, as Colin's never been one to avoid telling her something. His eyes are always open, full of honesty and understanding. But lately, they've been clouded.

The clouds are unsettling. Penelope misses the sun's warmth, and she can't take the chill anymore, especially because she doesn't know what prompted the weather change.

"You've been so unlike you the past few weeks," Penelope quickly says before she loses her nerve. "You've been off ever since he started working with me at the beginning of this month."

Colin shifts his feet. "No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have! Whenever I bring him up, you completely shut me out, you've avoided my attempts for you to meet him, and I caught you rolling your eyes when I was talking to him on the phone," she lists, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you have against him?"

"Nothing."

"Colin, tell me."

He shrugs but with tense shoulders. "There's nothing to tell."

Penelope presses on, taking a step closer. "Obviously, you have something against him."

"No, I don't," he says, taking a step back.

She steps forward, feeling a rook on a chessboard that's slowly advancing on his pawn as he moves it backward one square at a time.

"Be honest."

"I am."

"No, you're not. I know you well enough to know when you're lying."

"Penelope…"

"Please, Colin, just tell me what's really got you so—."

"He's into you!" Colin blurts out.

Penelope freezes, her rook stopping one square before her victory.

Colin grimaces at himself, taking a deep breath as if his words knocked the wind out of him.

"What?"

"He's into you," Colin repeats, his voice quieter than before. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He obviously wants something more than friendship."

Penelope knows she shouldn't, but she laughs. "That's absurd."

Colin's expression drops even further, beginning to frown. "Why is that absurd? "

"Because it's me. Why would he be interested in me?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Penelope narrows her eyes at him. "Colin, don't play dumb."

"I'm not. You're the one that's playing dumb."

"Excuse me?"

"Pen, you're intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind," Colin describes, slowly raising his hands and placing them on her arms. There's something in his eyes as he speaks so vehemently, a gleam that sends a thrill through her body. "You're the perfect package. Who wouldn't want you?"

Something in his words causes her to pause, reassessing the entire evening. Once she does, seeing a supercut of Colin's reactions towards her co-worker and his behavior around the two of them, her mind reaches one conclusion—a conclusion which quickens her heartbeat.

However, it also inspires a newfound sense of motivation to stop tiptoeing at the edge of the cliff she's been on for years.

But, she has to make sure Colin is truly standing on the same cliff as her before jumping.

Penelope swallows nervously. "Alright, let's say you're right and that I'm the perfect package—."

"You are."

"Ok, let's say that I am," Penelope agrees, taking a deep breath before crafting her following words. "So, why shouldn't he like me?"

"It's not that he shouldn't like you because, of course, he should. But—he shouldn't," Colin blabbers, getting a cute crinkle in between his brows as he struggles to explain himself adequately, which only fuels her wonderful but terrifying theory. "Because… he's—that guy is not right for you. "

Penelope inches closer, so her chest brushes against his body. He intakes a sharp breath, and she has to restrain herself from doing the same thing, knowing the gravity of this moment—of getting this exactly right.

"But I'm the perfect package, so I'm perfect for him, right?"

"No—I mean, yes, he'd be lucky to have you. But that doesn't mean you should be with him." His eyes flicker to her chest, and back up at her eyes, and back to his shoes, his face becoming more red with each passing second. "He—he has a horrible laugh, he likes Star Trek over Star Wars, and he took way more than his share of the cheese platter—."

"Those reasons are inconsequential. You know they are."

Colin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So, Penelope raises one of her hands, moving up his arm and to his neck.

The path of Penelope's fingertips creates a live wire, causing his skin to brim with electricity everywhere she touches.  But, it doesn't shock her. Instead, she's part of the electrical current and feels a hum of energy in her palm that his touch provides.

"So, there must be another reason you don't want me to be with him," Penelope continues, forcing her voice not to shake. "Right?"

"No," he shakes his head after a few beats.

She bites her lip, trying to hold on to hope. "Really, there's not one reason?"

"Um…no?"

Penelope sighs, dropping her hands from his neck, feeling stupid. How foolish was she to think ahead of herself like this? Clearly, Colin's answer was not what she predicted. Just like always, she got carried away in romantic notions, as she always seemed to, when Colin’s around.

"Ok," she says, clearing her throat. Colin frowns at the sudden distance, but Penelope can't see his expression as she's closing her eyes to try and banish the inclination to cry. "I know, it's been a long day, so let's forget it. I think I should—."

Penelope doesn't get to answer. Because, suddenly, Colin swoops forward, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips crashing onto hers.

If touching his skin created a live wire, kissing Colin makes a high electricity voltage, one strong enough to power an entire city.

Colin's lips brush against her softly, but there's a desperate edge to it, one akin to the desperation she feels as she clutches the collar of his jacket and pulls him closer.

When Colin breaks apart for a breath, he rests his forehead on hers.

"I was jealous," he whispers.

Penelope pulls her head back a little so that she can meet his eyes. "What?"

"That's why I didn't want you to be with him, because I want you to be with me," Colin confesses, pursing his lips. "I know that's immature. I'm sorry. You should be with whoever you want to be with, even if it's not me. It's my fault that I was too much of a coward until—Ow!" He abruptly yelps, looking down at his arm, which Penelope just pinched. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Penelope ducks her head, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "I was just checking to make sure you weren't an illusion."

Colin smiles in the incandescent way that made Penelope fall in love with him in the first place. He tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his bright eyes filled with an emotion that wraps around her heart and squeezes it.

"I'm real, I'm very much real," Colin assures, his thumb skimming her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."

He closes the distance between them again. But, Penelope is the one to deepen the kiss. She feels a wave of heat run through her at Colin's moan. Also, she experiences a surge of confidence, proud that she was the one to elicit such a glorious sound.

Penelope wraps her arms around her neck, finding it slightly annoying that he's so tall, as she has to lean up on her toes to kiss him. Colin must sense her struggle, quickly amending the issue by swiftly raising her into the air.

But, as her legs sweep up as she's taken into his arms, she accidentally kicks the bowl that holds her and Eloise's apartment keys off of the table.

It crashes loudly onto the floor, the ceramic breaking into multiple tiny pieces.

Colin and Penelope's lips break from each other's, looking down at the mess near her feet. Then, for a moment, neither of them say anything, only staring at the floor.

"Well…at least there was no punch in there this time," Colin says, sidestepping the broken pieces of the bowl.

Penelope laughs, smiling against his lips as she pulls him in for another kiss.

While she has a lot of explaining to do about the dramatic scene the two of them caused when she shows up at work tomorrow and will have to answer Eloise about the broken bowl, she can't find it in herself to care.

When he opens his eyes briefly, looking at her and moving a strand of hair behind her ear, she no longer sees clouds. Instead, she only sees the sun, and she wants to bask in its glow forever.

Penelope knows how idealistic that thought is, but as Colin begins kissing down her neck after moving them to the couch, she thinks it's quite a reasonable notion.

#polin #polinweek #polinweek2021 #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #I love flustered Colin #I’m sorry #lol #colin bridgerton #fanfiction #polin fic #Drabble #one shot #modern au #Bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #jealousy #friends to lovers

[hypmic-writings]

OwO how about hitoya x gn s/o high school au headcanons <33

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Pairing: Hitoya Amaguni x reader

Genre: High School!AU; Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Okay, this one was really cute, I love imagining a young Hitoya and what he would have been like in high school. We don’t have much canon information about when Hitoya was younger, so these are just my opinions. Hope you enjoy~

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Hitoya is quite popular in high school and he’s also incredibly smart, always being in the top two and only ever beaten by Jakurai

he has quite a few friends and they’re always teasing him about studying too much and for being too much of a hothead 

but despite the fact that Hitoya’s always running off with his mouth, he’s generally liked by everybody 

because he’s an incredibly hard worker and he’s always doing his work honestly without cutting corners

I can imagine Hitoya being the class representative and always scolding his classmates for not studying correctly and trying to make sure everything is in good order

he would actually be an amazing class president though and there would never be any bullying under his watch

the two of you meet in your first year, and it’s obvious to everyone except you two that you were both smitten with each other

you always sit by each other during lunch and exchange lecture notes in case there was something the other missed

and on White Day when you get chocolates from a secret admirer you gush to your friends that you hope it’s Hitoya and they all just exchange glances because of course it is

Hitoya’s usually brash and loud around his friends in the classroom, but around you he can sometimes stutter and although he tries to play it cool, he’ll end up embarrassing himself in some way or another

you don’t mind though and you actually think it’s rather cute

when he finally confesses to you at the end of your first year, you’re over the moon and immediately agree to a date with him

and then in your second year, the two of you are absolute nightmares for the rest of your classmates because you’re always going on about how perfect the other one is

and Hitoya keeps bragging to his friends that he’s dating someone and saying all the great things about you

essentially, you’re his soft spot and where he’s quick to tell off his classmates, he’ll be more happy and patient with you

and at first they think it’s cute but they quickly think it gets annoying and after a while they start teasing Hitoya about how into you he is

he doesn’t really care though and he’ll just yell at them to knock it off

“There are two things that piss me off! One, people who are lazy, and two, people who can’t be happy for others when they’re clearly just jealous!”

Hitoya is always taking you out on little dates during the weekends, walking around town or going to the mall

Hitoya absolutely loves holding your hand whenever the two of you are in public because he wants everyone to know that he’s your boyfriend and that he’s proud of you

but don’t ever point that out to him otherwise he’s going to turn red and vehemently deny it

I can imagine him taking on a part time job at a store or volunteering somewhere helping tutor kids 

and if that’s the case, then you’ll sometimes join him, helping him with whatever he needs to do while spending time together

you two can talk about anything and everything under the sun and often times late night chats go on for hours on the phone

Hitoya doesn’t text you often, preferring to talk to you, but when he does, they’re much nicer than the texts he sends his friends

if you have any activities or clubs that you’re a part of, Hitoya will come to support you in any games/performances that you do

and if you’re someone that’s a hard-worker or is quite driven, that’s only going to make him praise you even more because he knows how much effort you put into it 

the two of you act as each other’s rocks, always supporting each other and cheering each other up on down days

if you ever get a bad grade on a test, Hitoya will be the first to offer to help you, not wanting you to feel disheartened

and if you’re sick, he’s going to come to your house right after school and keep you company

he’ll also take extra notes for you in class and make sure that you don’t miss out on anything important

overall, Hitoya will try so hard in the relationship, always supporting you and encouraging you to be the best version of yourself

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hitoya #hitoya amaguni #hitoya x reader #hitoya amaguni x reader #imagines #headcanons #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone headcanons

[sparring-hyena]

the 5 stages.

thanks @cloakanddaggerthings for the gentle nudge with this one.

OR, Poppy’s five stages to accepting that she’s in love.

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1. denial.

a natural starting point for most things.

Poppy denies most things in the beginning. not because she necessarily wants to, it’s just how her brain’s wired.

she had denied the truth of her paternity when she first found out. had spent years pretending that it didn’t exist all so she could preserve some fantasy of a happy little family.

it hadn’t worked and the fallout had been disastrous. but each time something new comes along, each time she tries to deny again, she always insists that it won’t end that way.

so she denies whatever it is she can feel for AJ. denies it so vehemently that she’s almost able to convince herself that there’s absolutely nothing there.

she says i hate you and goes out of her way to prove it. but sometimes when she says it, AJ will give her an odd look, almost like she can see right through the denial and understand what it really is.

“it’s a self-defence mechanism,” AJ will say so many years later as she gets into bed beside Poppy.

“no it’s not,” Poppy will say, because of course she will. she’ll glance over at AJ through the reading glasses she had insisted she didn’t need, and give her a look that’s lost all its malice but still tries to look intimidating.

but AJ will understand, because she apparently always has, and she’ll say, “okay.” and then she’ll give her a kiss before getting comfortable in bed.

2. anger.

it’s just before winter break in her senior year when the denial stops working. when she realises that she maybe doesn’t really hate AJ at all. and that the hate that she thought she felt was just misplaced frustration because it’s annoying how not annoying she is.

she spends the last few days before everyone goes home stomping around campus and the sorority. she doesn’t say anything to anyone—would never breathe a word of this to another soul—but she lets her actions speak the words that she’s too scared to say.

“alright, what’s wrong?” it’s Veronica who asks, who corners her in the kitchen late one night, and fixes her with a stare that says she’s done dealing with this. “you’ve been in a shit mood all week.”

“no, i haven’t,” Poppy says, because of-fucking-course it’s more denial that comes out of her mouth.

“you have, and it’s obvious that bottling everything up isn’t helping, so spill.”

“leave me alone,” she snaps.

“fine. when you’re ready to talk about it, come find me.” Veronica leaves and Poppy fumes because how dare she try read me.

she goes home for the break and spends most of it angry and annoyed. and when her phone buzzes with a text from AJ, wishing her a happy holiday, she’s fuming because she can’t understand why she’s being nice.

her mother notices. because for all her flaws, she still cares in her own way.

“you know you can talk to me about anything. your father doesn’t have to know,” her mother says as the two of them enjoy their coffee in the morning.

and maybe it’s because she’s tired of being angry or something else entirely, but Poppy says: “there’s this girl.”

“ah. i see.” and then her mother has the gall to smirk as she takes another sip of her coffee.

“there’s nothing to see. it’s just... complicated.”

“oh, i’m sure it is. take it from me, most things that are worth something tend to be.”

they’re talking around the issue again—always talking around, never talking toward.

“just,” her mother sighs and rests her hand on top of Poppy’s, “try not to be angry about this for too long. it’s all time that you won’t get back, okay?”

there’s a small amount of understanding that sparks to life in Poppy. because she does understand. understands what her mother is talking about and how she’s veering dangerously close to following a similar path.

but she still doesn’t understand the how or the when or the why did it have to be her? so the anger remains, but she can see her mother’s words for what they really are—an olive branch, an explanation, an apology. so Poppy says, “thank you,” and finds that she means it.

3. bargaining.

she doesn’t spend much time here. she just thinks what if i had done this instead? and grows frustrated with herself for not doing it.

so it’s mostly just more anger, and then the occasional thought crisis where she imagines how simple her life could be if she’d done just one thing differently. but it’s fine. she’s fine.

except when she’s, decidedly, not fine. it’s when she’s in bed most nights that her brain starts to wander. starts to conjure up all these little scenarios. it’s nothing too outlandish, just little moments where her and AJ are together and totally, completely in—

4. depression.

—love. she’s in love with AJ. but she hasn’t hit the acceptance quite yet, doubts that she ever will. so she falls into a... not quite a depression. she just seems to lose most of her bite.

her words aren’t quite so sharp and pointed anymore, or not nearly as much as they could be. maybe that’s worth something.

she sits alone at one of the picnic tables on the quad during lunch and sorta zones out as she tries to figure out what the fuck she’s going to do now.

someone sits down across from her, and if it were any other time, she’d definitely tell them to get lost. but it doesn’t matter much what she would have done. because AJ is sitting across from her eating a salami sandwich, and Poppy’s first instinct isn’t to tell her to go away, but rather it’s to ask how she’s been

“not too bad,” AJ says with a shrug. “you?”

Poppy shrugs too, unsure of how to answer that. because saying i’ve been really confused lately, but i’m pretty sure i don’t hate you and that i actually love you instead. and also i think my mom and i are getting better seems like way too much. but simply saying good hardly seems like enough.

but AJ looks at her and smiles and Poppy wonders if she understands anyway.

5. acceptance.

she’s known for months by the time she finally accepts it. has known in the way that she feels something so undeniably calm settle over her whenever AJ’s around. has known in the way that all her insults aren’t jaded anymore and are really just i love you’s in disguise.

they’re studying together when Poppy accepts it—AJ on her bed and Poppy at the desk. it’s quiet and it’s a Tuesday afternoon and Poppy knows beyond any sort of doubt that she’s in love.

she doesn’t say it though—not yet anyway. accepting it and saying it are two totally different things. when you say it, you put it out there into the world. you make it real, and Poppy isn’t quite ready for that, but knows that she will be soon enough.

and years later when their feud and i hate you’s and days at Belvoire are so far behind them that it’ll seem like a completely different life, AJ will ask, “when did you know you loved me?”

she won’t even have to think about the answer, it will just fall from her lips like it’s so damn obvious. “when you sat down and ate your salami sandwich,” Poppy will say without looking up from her book.

after a moment of silence she’ll take the reading glasses off that she finally accepted she needed, and look at AJ who’s smiling like they’re twenty-one again and falling in love for the very first time.

#my writing #poppy min-sinclair #poppy x mc #queen b #playchoices

[moonlightflower21]

just like magic

a/n: angsty fluffy. normal raph. there may be mistakes and it may be hard to follow through lol. but i hope you enjoy ❤

"y/n!! wait, please wait!!" the call of raph desperately trying to reach you fell on deaf ears as you angrily walked into the public so he couldn't come close.

it was so hard to decipher what you were feeling. betrayal, anger, sadness, embarrassment, pain. sometimes it felt like you couldn't even catch a break. he had been acting so suspicious and you couldn't help but recall what your best friend had said earlier, that when a boyfriend stop texting and calling back they were sleeping around.

he couldn't.... could he?

that one girl, amber, from the chief vincent crew had been crushing on him forever. you learnt that raph and her had a small fling years ago, before he ever met you. but other than that, you didn't know much else other than the fact that she absolutely hated your guts. the feeling was mutual of course but she never failed to make any small digs at you whenever you were together.

so when she came out of his room wearing nothing but lingerie, it wasn't an understatement to say your heart felt it had been stomped on the floor. leo, mikey and donnie were all out with their significant others so they couldn't even provide any help or shed any light on why she was in your boyfriend room

the reason as to why you came around was because you thought of surprising him, considering you hadn't even seen him for the last two weeks. he seemed to vanish for hours on end and while you didn't want to jump to any conclusions, you just had to talk to him. but seeing her come out of his room that he let no one in felt like a punch to the gut.

"when will you ever learn? first loves outshine any other" amber cackled in your face, swaying her hips as she left the lair. you couldn't even speak scared you would start crying on the spot. and the last thing you wanted was to give her the satisfaction.

you entered the room but aside her horrible perfume stinking the air, raph was nowhere to be seen. hell his bed looked empty. untouched. and yet his window was open, so perhaps he escaped? the more reasonable part of you disagreed vehemently, he wouldn't do this shit. and you couldn't trust that woman, she was out to drive you both apart

but this wasn't excusable either. the air felt constricting here, walls falling in closer so you left. angry tears on the brink of falling, the excited evening you had planned obliterated in small pieces.

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the small bench in the park was empty and you sat, trying to reel in those thoughts but they proved to be a challenge.

"y/n please listen to me, i can explain everything i swear" you rolled your eyes but stood up. hearing his part would at least put your mind at ease and those burning questions could finally be answered.

"you get one chance raphael. let's go to my place, i don't want other people listening in" you look into his pleading eyes, turning the corner and walking home with him eagerly following you close.

raph entered your room, thankful for the heat that flooded his system. he didn't realise how long he was outside and how cold he was until he bagn to shake slightly. he turned his attention to you as you shrugged odd your jacket, brows raised at him.

"no more secrets, raph. no more lies otherwise we're done" you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. he nodded, ready to answer the oncoming slaught of questions that had been scorching holes in your chest.

"who is amber? and do you still have any feelings towards her??" your voice trembled a little at the end of that sentence, hoping her put your mind at ease. his jaw seem to clench slightly at the memory of her which brought some amusement.

"she's someone i thought i was in love wit'. 17 years old me didn't know shit at the time. after a while, i knew whatever we had was just infatuation. it was never gonna work out. she wanted a relationship while i was looking for something small. but that's in my past. i don't have any love towards her anymore. she was just a silly crush"

"she was your crush? doesn't seem like it" "she was. ya can't be mad at that because you've also crushed on guys before i came but that's a good thing! because they led us closer to each other and look at us" he holds your hand, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles which was something he usually did to reduce your stress. and against your will, you could feel those familiar butterflies invade your lower belly.

"but why was she in your room? looking very cosy in there, i might add" your jaw clenched tightly, glaring at the floor in order to contain your anger.

"she what?? y/n i promise i had no idea why amber was even in my room. i wasn't even there. in fact, i'm barely ever there most days" he rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating the last part.

"why?" your brow lifts and he sighs, grimacing.

"well... i... uh... got a job" he chuckles awkwardly, expecting you to burst in laughter. but you just seemed to have a confused look, intrigued at his comment.

"a job?" you ask and he nods, fidgeting with the end of his shorts.

"yeah... in construction. splinter thought it would be good anger management. i started doing it to also pay back for the necklace... that ya don't seem ta wear anymore" he narrowed his amber eyes around your neck and true to his word, you had taken it off. your hand touches your chest, feeling only the bare skin instead. the only reason you had taken it off was because he just kept being so secretive around you. and you didn't know who to trust.

"so that explains the extra muscles on your arms" you ponder and he laughs, flexing his bicep.

"they got us liftin heavy stuff" he rolls his shoulders, aching from last night. "i'm sorry for not saying anything about it. i didn't want to be laughed at" he chuckles but there's no humour in his voice, just nervousness which is rare for raph to ever have.

"you'd think i'd laugh at you?? i'm the last person to judge and i think it's a good thing for you. it's healthy to let your anger out in this way, i'm proud of you. but you have to stop with these secrets, they're only driving a wedge between us" your hand is gently placed on his knee which he appreciates, with you he never feels pressured to say things. you let him take his time which he's never found in other partners before.

"i know i just didn't want ta disappoint ya, i'm not a millionaire and i'm not the greatest looking guy either. i just wanted ya ta be happy at somethin-" "raph, you could never disappoint me. i don't care about money or fame, i just want you to be as serious about us, i just want to be there for you. but i can't do that if you keep pushing me away, hiding these things from me" you sigh your previous anger melting into sadness and relief.

"m'sorry princess, i do care about us. there's just things that i have trouble saying. but i promise i never mean to intentionally hurt ya" he cradles your hand, his gaze on the floor in deep thought. your head gingerly leans against his arms and his finger places comforting circles around your knuckles.

"where is yer friend? aren't ya supposed ta go out tonight?" raph remembered, looking around the room.

"yeah she's supposed to come soon but i haven't confirmed anything" you lean back on the bed watching his amber eyes narrow mischievously. in the way you grew to adore.

"so what i'm hearing is, we have time?" he smirked but you gently nudge his chest, shaking your head with an amused smile.

"i'm still annoyed at you" you chuckle when he smiles softly, his eyes shining under your lights. he leans closer to you, simply just wanting to be in your embrace.

"and i'll spend every moment making it up ta ya. let's just cuddle, i've missed ya"

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