#[ really hope she isnt ooc ]

[rpvlix]

//trying to write Kym is so fun because ill come up with a sentiment i wish for her to express and then i have to strip it of all hope, joy, and overt expressions of opinion, because she has none of those

[neros-left-pec]

GAMING WITH THE DMC MEN

🌷 pairings: dmc men x fem!reader 🌷 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC 🌷 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!

DANTE SPARDA

always picks the worst/unhinged dialogue options bc he wants to see what happens

starts laughing if it ends up with people getting mad at each other, bonus points if they start fighting for real

"Ooooh no, he didn't like that! OH SHIT, HE PUNCHED HIM! GET HIM!!"

refers to every protagonist as dude, regardless of gender or species

adores mariokart. gets waaaay into the motion controls and nearly destroys the living room coffee table

sits behind you while you play and narrates everything to piss you off. makes a big deal when you mess up to tease you

"In a world... where she messes up every single quick-time-event-"

absolutely cracked at rhythm games, just dance is his SHIT. also really enjoys osu!

loves playing coop with you and distracting u with tickles or kisses till you get mad

he loooooooooooooooooooooooves making you mad bro is a master at ragebait

VERGIL SPARDA

he says games are a waste of time, but once he finds one he likes he will memorize every mechanic almost instantly.

huge fan of strategic games. his favorites are fire emblem, civ and mahjong. mahjong counts right?

loves playing mahjong online with other losers and beating them. however is sooo annoyed at all the fan service in mahjong games. he likes playing riichi city but had to turn on the family friendly setting and only plays with the default character.

hates RNG. avoids gachas like they are the plague

you normally game in the living room while he sits next to you reading a book. if you start to get emotional over the story, he will arch an eyebrow. he ever so slightly leans into you to comfort you

you definitely notice and give him a pointed look. he sees you staring, but keeps his eyes focused on the book. but damn him, you can see a little smirk form in the corner of his mouth

pretends like he isnt paying attention but definitely is. gets invested if the story is really good

makes a surprisingly good partner in coop games. he'll act annoyed but will carry you anyway lol

teaches you how to play mahjong so you both can play

you love it when he explains things to you

whenever he catches you staring lovingly when he explains the rules to you, he blushes a tad and his eyebrows kinda raise in surprise. but its sooooooooooo subtle.

he catches himself pretty quick but you dont miss it hehe

NERO SPARDA

loves horror games but jumps at EVERYTHINGGGG LOL ITS SO CUTE

screams like a bitch honestly

gets weirdly competitive about mario kart. he will not hesitate to obliterate you with blue shells but he'll give you lots of smooches after to make up for it

always wants to name his character something stupid.

"I'm calling him Boob lord" (he would name a pokemon this)

teases you if you get flustered over flirty game characters

"Is your face red?? Oh my god, it is, are you serious? You're gonna fall for that? It's so corny!"

thinks he can do better hehe gets a bit jellyyyy

loves couch coop. will sit way too close and will flick u in the forehead if you cause him to lose

"No you forgot the- oh my god, fine, I'll get it!"

[sourscheming]

Why the Tacomic scene in II 2 17 isnt as bad as some of you are making it out to be

II 2 17 SPOILERS BELOW!!

ive seen many people say they absolutely despise the tacomic scene in ii 2 17 due to many reasons. mainly being that the scene felt too rushed or that microphone was heavily out of character.

and while i can agree with these claims when looking at this scene from a first glance, ive realized this scene requires a lot more additional context and reflection to fully understand, using tiny bits and pieces left for us. and its my job to help glue them up! hope you enjoy my rambling :)

Arguement 1: Mic is very OOC

when first looking at this scene i can agree that yes microphone is very out of character. her acting so nonchalant, just playing off tacos actions. but let me tell you why shes not as ooc as some of you might think. first: a tweet from brian

“mic had always had a tendency to let taco off the hook” and this is very true! she will always try and play off taco’s actions due to how much she cares about her. and. with this being a life or death situation, she really didnt want to make a mountain out of a molehill and potentially die without any closure with taco. her playing off tacos actions might feel like its ooc, but it makes so much more sense whennyou consider their history and the fact thst in someways microphone still yearns and loves taco. she yearns for taco a 7/10 it used to be higher!! (source: brians streams) she still really loves taco despite everything.

i know what pissed many people off was microphone acting so… natural. she wasnt mad or anything. she was just so chill about it all when she shouldve been mad, right? i definitely agree with that, but most people seem to be forgetting this line

(nice callback to this scene btw)

but back to the point; mic hears everything. microphone always knew taco was in the hotel because she heard her. and doing this she had time to reflect and gather her thoughts so she wasn’t screaming at taco or getting mad irrationally. and keep in mind microphone most likely heard taco crying and screaming about pickle dying, i dont think she wanted to push her to do that again. hearing taco, the one who presented herself to be so strong and evil, just sobbing her heart out mustve been terrifying.

now i also wanted to bring up this:

microphone knows about the events of episode 15 and was most likely told taco died and why. she knows taco can die due to heavy emotional distress. acting angry and irrational and not sitting down to talk about wouldve stressed her out more and they couldve potentially lost her too. the reason why shes so chill about isnt because shes not upset about everything, it was because if she was, she risked the chance of loosing taco.

another tweet from brian to show microhone doesnt forgive taco yet, but she definitely woud in the future if taco proved herself:

and again it may not look like this in the episode, but microphones nonchalant attitude comes with a lot of jabs at taco, showing that she doesnt truly forgive her. plus, microphone never utters the words “i forgive you” once.

but the reason why shes able to move on so easily is because of how well she knows taco. taco had always struggled with apologizing, as seen in episode 13. she’s almost never used the word sorry consciously.

microphone had always been a big softie for taco being at least a bit sincere, so imagine how she felt when taco went fully sincere. and she knew she couldn’t just hug her and say i forgive you on a whim, so she sorta had to play it off to keep everything on track.

and this scene is so. impactful because of just what it represents. microphone had always been about “doing the right thing” and taco begrudgingly respected her wishes. but to see taco DOING the right thing mustve been such a turning point for microphone. shown her that taco CAN change, that she wants to. it solidifies that the care that microphone had wasnt one sided, taco LEARNED something from her. shes learning how to be better. shes trying because she wants to be with microphone. i think thats what really strikes a chord, she gained something, a friend.

Arguement 2: The scene felt really rushed

oh i definitely agreed with this at first. this segment will be much shorter because it’s basically hammering into your head that HEY they were in a LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!!!

microphone needed to quickly rush taco out in order to keep her safe, they needed to do it quickly so they wouldnt die. again, mic wouldve reached out sooner but the situation was so stressful she only did it now. taco probably wouldve died if she didnt come out, and they all knew the onpy way they could pry her out was with someone she cared about.

do i wish they got 5 more minutes to talk? fuck yes, but also keep in mind they barely had time to do anything, so much was happening all at once they had to shoehorn something in. and with the points i listed earlier again, this was probably the best they could do due to circumstance.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

overall, while i do think this scene was rushed, theres still beauty to be had with it. its still really impactful when reflecting on it and i dont think it devalues the tacomic arc as much as some of you make it out to.

i wish there was more to this scene but i think what we got was pretty substantial especially considering everything that happened in ii 2 17.

they both still care for eachother, they both loved eachother so much, that they were able to put their grievances aside so they could spend their final moments together.

thanks for reading <3

[ssparksflyy]

Hi, I just saw that request are open so can you do a boyfriend headcanon with Jason Grace please?

ask and thou shall recieve ༉‧₊˚.

jason grace dating hcs! ✮⋆˙ pairing : jason grace x gn!reader warning(s) : none ♡ an : tysm for ur request <3! hope u enjoy thisss! also why the heck did it take me 20 mins to make that little pic collab bcs nothing was matching so i js went 'screw it' anyway, enjoy!

jason grace how i love you my sweet golden retriever boyfriend

im not even lying though

ive got a golden and she's very affectionate and he'd literally be the same

absolutely loves being around you 24/7, 365

ive seen some people say jason is like kinda tense, like he was raised to be a fighter, his guard is always up, and like he builds just a few walls to keep himself safe

but nahh best believe those walls are comin right down for you

he's only himself when he's with you !!

he literally feels so comfortable and trusts you with his life

definitely tells you EVERYTHING

not gonna lie i think jason is chismoso asf

( gossiper , nosy )

BUT LIKE secretively

like people think he doesnt care or isnt listening so they just gossip all care free when he's around cause they think he wont tell anybody

but in reality he's super invested

so like after a long day when your cuddled up in the zeus cabin he's not only telling you about his day but also updating you on the drama he's found out about

NOW I KNOW that may seem ooc, but im telling you, the walls are coming DOWN

jason literally adores it when you play with his hair

like it really just calms him down, especially after a rough day

bro just melts 🫠

i think jason is like in between with pda

yes of course he loves holding your hand and hugging you

but theres definitely a difference from when youre around people and when youre alone

dont know if that came out wrong

but he just feels more comfortable when its just you two

speaking of hand holding

he's literally a hand holding king

its literally just a habit at this point

i feel like he's a hands interlocked kinda guy

like hes just walks up to you, gives you a big ol smile ofc, and plop, slips his fingers in between yours. just like that. super casual about it.

OH MY GOD IF YOU WEAR GLASSES

he literally intentionally makes you bump glasses when youre kissing

dont know if that made sense i dont wear glasses

but he thinks its the funniest thing ever and laughs every time

lemme tell you somethin

literally even before you started dating

you haven't opened a single door while jason's around

even if youre like about to reach the door and he's a few feet away he'll literally sprint captain-america-on-your-left style to open the door for you

and then stands there looking stupid after you give him a kiss on his cheek

never fails to be left absolutely dumbfounded after you kiss him

which is probably why he isnt the biggest on pda

he knows he'll never be allowed to forget how stupid he looks

HE LOVES SLEEPOVERS

winkity wonkty

but actually he makes them so much fun

starts a pillow fight but loses

A SUCKER for karaoke

nah cause why do i think he'd be like "omg lets play spin the bottle" and youre just like "jason.. it's only me and you" and hes all like "your point??"

always ends his night with cuddles

youre literally his personal teddy bear sorry not sorry

not gonna lie i don't think jason's a jewelry fella

but get this

matching converse

they dont even have to be converse they can literally be any shoes

i just like converse

you guys got them custom made and everything ouuuu

even though he doesn't seem like he'd be too big on jewelry i feel like he has a silver necklace with your initials on it

i want to wear his initial on his chain round my neck not because he owns me but cause he really knows me

he's always wearing it, whether its like under his shirt (CLOSER TO HIS HEARTTTT) or over it and shining proudly

definitely has a playlist just titled '(name)' with a heart and its just a bunch of love songs that remind him of you ♡

he's literally so in love and makes sure you know that multiple times a day

where can i get me a jason grace :(

[fyxestroll]

Moments Before Dinner Time

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

warnings: none

notes: possible ooc. sequal to this english isnt englishing today im eepy and sad over sanguinius being dead instead of studying for my chemistry quiz

His dreams failed to do you justice. Your laughter sounded even more beautiful in reality. 

Your laughter was neither soft nor sounded like the elegant chime of bells, instead, it was loud, brash and unrestrained. Some would deem it improper and unbefitting of someone of your status but to Sanguinius? It was perfect.

It was you, the real you, the one you've hidden so well and the one he wants to know better.

But he has not seen you since the… incident at the bath.

And it has been days.

As hopes of a conversation waned by the hour, he eventually found himself standing at the front of your door, unsure whether or not to knock. The flowery skull carvings at the door burn holes into the Primarch as if to say ‘You fool.’ and he realises he has not been in this area of the ship since the wedding.

The wedding.

It had been months since then.

His heart sinks.

Months have passed since your union, since your soul was tied to his and he had not visited since. Sanguinius had known that he would not be the best husband the moment this marriage was thrust upon him. His status as a Primarch entailed a heavy responsibility and an authority that guaranteed that virtually any relation he should pursue would never be on equal terms. Not to mention that opening his heart to another is a separate can of worms on its own and—

“My Lord?” 

The door is now open.

He looks down and sees you dressed in linen robes and with your hair styled in a simple braid. It’s the simplest thing he’s seen you wear since your first meeting. 

“My Lord?” You call out again with the barest hint of impatience in your tone.

“Ye-Es?” His voice cracked pathetically.

“Is something the matter?”

“No. Nothing.” Other than him being terrible at marriage that is.

“I see. If that is the case, can you please move? You…have been blocking the doorway for quite some time now.”

Awkwardly, he complies.

You exit your room, head held high and exuding the grace of a noblewoman. From his left, he hears the telltale hiss of the door being shut and out scurries a woman, face hidden by the hood of her servant’s robes. Hurriedly, the servant trails behind you and eventually slows down to match your stride from exactly two steps behind. 

As your footsteps echo around the hall his mind screams at him to do something, to walk, to follow, to do something, to –

“Where are you going?” 

–And that…that sounded rude. Great going Sanguinius! You are slowly proving Magnus’ theory that you are somehow part avian!

Turning to face him you crane your neck to meet his eyes. “To the dining hall, My Lord.” You state taciturnly, “It is dinner time.”

“Then I will join you,” he offers and quickly adds “…if you do not mind that is.”

You all but raise your brow at the incredulity of his words, but nonetheless, you reply, “Very well,”  and look to your maidservant, speaking to her in your mother tongue. The woman whispers something in return, to which you shake your head no before she continues walking down the hall, this time in a speedier manner. 

Sighing, you explain. “I assumed you would be joining me so I sent her to the kitchens to have something prepared for you. I hope you do not mind eating a similar meal.” 

“I do not mind.” He confirms with a small smile as he manoeuvres himself to stand by your side, careful to avoid accidentally swathing you with a wing. “What are we having for dinner?”

“A…simple stew. It is my homeworld’s equivalent of hunter’s stew and it is…my favorite.” One of your hands fiddles with an intricate gold ring on your finger, “I am aware it is considered peasant food. I–”

Sensing your nervousness Sanguinius interrupts, “I do not mind, still.” Mentally, he takes note of your favorite meal, “I, myself have grown up on simpler meals.” 

“Really?!” You exclaim. It’s the most unrestrained he’s heard your voice get.

“Yes,” Most of the imperial nobility would hardly call dried meat, dates, the occasional edible plant and whatever else they could find on the wastelands of Baal ‘meals’ but the Blood made do. Wistfully, Sanguinius remembers how the elders in the tribe had insisted he ate more. “I grew up among nomads.”

“I…I did not know that. I–”

“Please don’t apologise.”

“Still–”

“You were not aware.”

“Being unaware is no…” you pause briefly, trying to find the right words in Gothic. “No excuse to make assumptions about a person!” You continue in the most restrained rant Sanguinius has ever bore witness to and as you spoke your accent slowly revealed itself, becoming thicker and thicker by the syllable.

And for the second time in this hour, Sanguinius realises something—well, two things.

One is that he’s married a stubborn woman and two, she could be briefly placated by putting a hand over her head.

“Then, would you like to know more?” He asks It’s both a question and an offer, one that he hopes you would say yes to.

“What?” Confusion is more than evident in your eyes so he reiterates.

“You appear in distress in knowing little about me and I know as much about you so would you like to know more?” 

“I–Yes but it would be unfair if you are the only one sharing, yes?” There’s a look in your eyes, the same one he’d caught a brief glimpse of when he first saw you, when he had yet to put a name to your face.

It was a challenge.

“Yes,” He grins, “it would be unfair.”

“Then I would like to share too. However, I will only share as many facts or stories as you would.” Of course. Sanguinius might have known little about you but he knew that you were not the type to make deals without a compromise favorable to you. 

But that is something Sanguinius doesn’t mind.

“Deal.”

You could say it is something he looks forward to

And with that the Bride and the Angel, side by side head to dinner. The stew was barely warm by the time husband and wife sat down but the couple were too entrenched in conversation to notice.

This would be the first of countless dinners of the same nature forever preserved by Remembrancers.

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey!!! Thank you again for Remy's one shot, it was amazing!!

I saw that you would like ideas for Cable and Warren, and I may have a few...

Especially for Warren....

I'd love to see Warren and mutant! Reader that "hate" each other, and reader thinks she has no chance with him, so she goes on a date. Warren is jealous and watches over her, and swoops in once the date goes sideways.

Words are said, feeling we shown, and Warren giver the fairytale kiss. (Could end with them going at it on a rooftop...)

Could be sfw or nsfw, either way I'll enjoy it immensely!!! I can't wait to see more of your work ❤️

Sfw! Warren/Fem!reader

OMGGGG UGG I LOVE THIS SM!!! I have a slight obsession with prompts like this- soooo yeah lololol. Oh! Also, I feel like I should mention this is more based off of comic and show warren, and not the version of him from the apocalypse movie. Hope this isnt too OOC!

Tws: Bad date, Warren is kind of an asshole but we love him. Kissing in the rain.

Warren Worthington is a dick. He's always teasing you, snatching your books, and pencils, and really everything you meed and holding it out of reach. He'll thwak you with a wing on purpose, always saying some stupid excuse like "Oh I didn't see you there." When you know damn well he did.

And he's not even like this to anyone else! It's incredibly frustrating, especially with how often he'll just up and completely ignore you to go flirt with Jean- who's still with Scott, might I add! Ugh!

It shouldn't matter to you whether or not he flirts with other people- the guy was clearly uninterested in you. But you just... can't help it. You really liked Warren, more so before this whole event started, when you didn't know him that well but couldn't help but blush at some of the things he did. You knew he could be kind, and he had a sweet side to him despite the cocky persona he's always pushing. (Because is it really a persona at that point?) But he just seemed so out of your league. Around the time you started pulling away from him was when the teasing started up, and to be honest, it had just confirmed your thoughts that Warren didn't like you.

Whatever, though. You'd get over it. You wanted to get over it. And the opportunity was presented to you to do just that. You had been out shopping one day with Jean when a man had approached you- not Jean, but you. It was really surprising, as most men would completely skip over you to talk to your beautiful best friend. You didn't hold any resentment towards her, it's not like she can help it. But when a rather attractive man approaches you, asking you on a date? You couldn't help but be flattered.

    You were excited! Really, really excited for this date. You had put on a cute outfit, even throwing on a little makeup, dresses to impress you know? Plus, your date was really attractive, and for some reason, you felt like you needed to spruce yourself up a little bit to impress him. It had taken you forever to be happy with your look, with Jean reassuring you over and over that you looked perfect and that everything would be fine!

    Eventually, his car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick you up for your date. You only had to glance at the window before you were running down the stairs excitedly. Of course, leaving couldn’t be all that easy, could it?

    “What are you all dressed up for?” You hold in your groan at the sound of Warren’s voice. He’s leaning against the foyer wall, cocking an eyebrow at you with a smirk that makes your heart do something funny. Didn’t change the fact that you kinda wanted to punch him. 

    “If you have to know, I’m going on a date.” You say, rolling your eyes. His smirk drops immediately, but you don't really notice as you put your shoes on. 

    “A date? With who?” Warren Pushes himself off the wall to approach you, grabbing hold of your arm to keep you from running off just yet. You make a face at him, confused and a little annoyed at his attention. 

    “A guy. He asked me out while Jean and I were at the mall, not that you really need to know.” You snark. Warren scoffs at that, looking a little frustrated. He begins to talk again, but he’s cut off by the sound of a horn honking from outside. Your face falls, and your stomach drops at the sound. Your date must be impatient. You don’t like the implications of that. Warren looks angry, letting go of you as he takes a step back.

    “You’re really going to leave with a guy who doesn’t bother to ring the doorbell?” He asks. You can’t find any words to say, feeling a little hurt. You turn away from him, quickly opening the door to leave. Warren can see your face light up a little as you wave at your date, closing the door behind you. Warren’s wings sag a little, left in the foyer looking like a lost puppy without you. 

    “You know, if you were nicer to her you probably would’ve had a chance.” Warren sighs dramatically at the sound of Bobby’s voice, turning to see that he had been watching the whole time, eagerly munching on a bowl of cereal.

    “Can it, dude”

    The fact that you're going on a date doesn't sit well with Warren. There's a pit in his stomach that he can't seem to shake, and when he tried to talk about it, Bobby and Scott just waved him off, telling him he was just jealous- and well, he was. But that wasn't the point! He didn't like that you were going on a date with someone random, or anyone besides him, really. He just had a bad feeling about it all.

    He knows he doesn't really have the right to be as jealous as he was. The two of you weren't together- but at some point, he thought you would be. He liked you. More than friends should. He had for a while, but you started to pull away from him- so he started to do anything he could to get your attention. Sure, he wasn't exactly being nice, but he wasn't being mean. He wasn't trying to bully you or put you down, he was just… teasing. 

     Warren had been couped up in the library as the evening went on, staring out the window with a sigh as it had started to pour. He had been thinking a lot about what Bobby had said earlier, dwelling over it constantly. Normally when he was so caught up in thoughts like this he would fly around the mansion to clear his head, but with the storm outside that definitely wasn't going to happen. He sighs, resting his head against the window while his eyes begin to drift close, but a movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention.  He sits up a little bit, squinting at first to see whatever it is through the rain. When he finally realizes, it is like he was hit over the head with disbelief. 

...

     The rain was cold. You were shivering as you walked along the asphalt driveway up to the mansion doors, sniffling the whole time. You knew you looked like a mess, mascara running down your cheeks in inky black streams, soaked to the bone without a jacket to keep you warm. The date was a bust. You should have known better. Been smarter. Hell, you should have asked someone else to drive you so that you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. Or at least brought your wallet so that you could’ve used the payphone to call someone to come get you. But here you are. You were sad, wet, and despairing over the long walk up the driveway, but at least you were back at the mansion. 

    It’s hard for you to see through the heavy rain, so you keep your head down towards the ground to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t even realize that someone had run out to get you until you hear footsteps splash through the puddled driveway. You try your best to wipe the tears from your eyes, praying that they won’t be able to tell with the rain, but it is hard to hide the puffy red face the tears left behind. 

    You don’t really want look look up when you feel the rain stop, already knowing who it is by the sound of his gait. Warren holds the umbrella out to you, and you take it. He has his trench coat over his arm, and he uses the extra hand to wrap it around your shoulders. It’s awfully big on you, but it’s warm and dry, and you're thankful. You wipe at your eyes again when Warren takes the umbrella back, trying hard not to start crying.

    “What happened?” Warren asks. You finally look at him, and the concerned look on his face just makes you feel worse. Your face scrunches as you tear up again, and you look up at the umbrella as you try to avoid the embarrassment. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t really want to say anything right now. But you do.

    “He didn’t know I was a mutant.” You say, voice shaking a little. Although, you can’t help but let out a pitiful laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “He thought that the school was just some place for rich kids. I mentioned it offhand because I assumed he knew- and he didn’t. He wouldn’t drive me home so…” You make a vague motion at your soaking clothes. Warren looks angry. Angrier than you’ve ever seen him before. He opens his mouth to say something and decides better of it. Instead, He wraps an arm around you and begins to guide you back to the mansion. You blush a little at the action, but realize he probably just has to stay close to keep the both of you under the umbrella- not that his wings even fit, by the way.

    “You’re gonna be soaked.” You say, pointing towards his wings. Warren glances back, flexing the limbs just slightly, and shrugs. 

    “I’ll get over it. Wouldn’t be much of a hero if I let a pretty girl walk in the rain, would I?” Warren flirts, sending you a wink. You send him an incredulous look, before bursting out in laughter. Warren gasps, putting a hand over his “wounded” heart. 

     “Seriously? That was a good one, and you’re just laughing?” Warren complains, which only makes you laugh a bit harder. 

    “Oh please, that one was so cheesy!” You manage to say through the laughs. Warren is smiling, and it’s different than the smile he wears when he’s being an annoying jerk. His hair is wet, and his clothes are damp, but to be honest, you really start to understand why they call him Angel. You look away when you realize you’re blushing, but you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face. 

    “That guy was an idiot, by the way,” Warren says after a moment. Your smile falls a bit at the reminder of the start of the evening. “He really has no clue what he’s missing out on.” You snort at that, unable to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

    “You sure have a lot to say for a guy who doesn’t like me all that much.” The words come out before you can really think about it, and you’re caught off guard when Warren stops walking. He doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, but he moves so that he can look at you better.

    “What do you mean by that?” Warren asks, His face twisted in an expression you can’t quite figure out. The question and the seriousness in his tone surprise you, and you don’t quite know how to respond at first.

    “I- Huh?”

    “You don’t seriously think I dislike you, do you?” Warren asks again, worry bleeding through his tone. You furrow your brow in confusion.

    “What?? Warren, you’re not exactly subtle about it.” You mention, and Warren’s recoil is unexpected.

    “Oh my god, you do.” Warren holds his face in his hands for a quick moment, wondering how he had done so wrong. “Why would I dislike you? I literally spend every waking moment trying to get your attention!” You can’t help but let out a noise of confusion, mind working overtime to get the gears working in your head.

    “By tormenting me, you mean.” You say, and Warren vehemently shakes his head.

    “No! That’s not what I…” He begins, but he trails off. He’s trying to figure out something to say. Some way to let you know about how he feels, and his thoughts, but he just can't seem to find the words.

    “Okay then, Prove it.” You eventually say, crossing your arms defensively underneath his coat. Warren frowns at you.

    “What?” He asks.

    “Prove it. Prove that you don’t actually hate me.” You repeat again. You’re not exactly sure what you are expecting him to do or say. To be honest, you half expected him to give up altogether, but you were wrong about a lot of things.

    “I- you seriously want me to show you. Right now.” Warren asks again. You shrug your shoulders in response.

    “Yup.” Warren seems to take a moment for the confirmation to process, and then he smiles just slightly. Like he’s in disbelief about what he’s about to do. Before you know it, warren has dropped the umbrella, cupped your face with both hands, and pulled you into a kiss. 

    You’re wide-eyed for a moment, simply letting him kiss you in your disbelief as the rain pours down on you once again. Your mind still hasn’t quite caught up yet. Warren is kissing you so deeply, so lovingly, that you almost feel like you’re dreaming. He separates from you for a quick moment before kissing you again, this one a little less intense, and finally you find yourself catching up to the situation. You kiss him back, heart thundering in your chest. You can feel Warren physically relax, his wings fluttering just slightly behind him as you fully lean into the kiss, hands latching onto his shirt as you move closer. You feel him sigh into the kiss, and despite the cold rain, all you can feel is warmth. 

    When the two of you finally separate, Warren rests his forehead against yours. His pretty eyes look at you with fondness, and you find yourself wondering how you’d never seen it before. All he really wanted was your attention, didn’t he?

    “...We are so gonna get sick after this.” You mumble, brain still stalling a little bit. Warren lets out a laugh, pulling away to pick up the umbrella again. He pulls you a little closer than before as the two of you finally make it to the front steps.

    “Yeah, Probably.”

[strwbrychffoncke]

my baby, my baby 5.8k words

synopsis: glimpses into the life of jonathan joestar & his beloved child

content: alt. timeline (obv)... femchild! reader & dad!jonathan (platonic if that wasn't obvious), pure wholesome fluffy family, dio appearance (dio hates kids but not really LOL) ,lovesick!jonathan & erina ,dio has a job in law + jonathan in archeology like in canon (but they're not explicitly mentioned lol?) ,use manor + estate interchangeably.. jonathan ,erina + dio live in said estate ,dio v ooc (LOL) ,looooooots of petnames ,angst in the last part if you squint but its mostly resolved ,age between each section isn't stated but implied (kinda goes from infant to maybe 4+ yrs old?) ,i didnt do much research for the time period so if anything is out of place no it isnt.... i think that's it disclaimer: this is fiction so dunno if things mentioned are 100% as i have never cared for children myself ,but my mom works w kids/babies & i asked her a lot to try to incorporate it into my writing... for that reason i ask for your understanding if anything is "off" ; regardless ,i hope its still enjoyable <3

-

jonathan can't think of any particular moment throughout his life that made his heart swell with quite as much joy as it was at this moment.

"watch her head... there you go. isn't she the cutest?"

jonathan can find no words to respond as he gazes down at his child, eyes shining as a pair of curious e/c ones stare right back.

even though he's held you many times the past couple of days, he doesn't think he'll ever get used it.

erina giggles at his awestruck expression, already seeing a clear resemblance between you both.

you must also be amused at your father's expression, as your tiny nose scrunches and you let out a giggle of your own, eyes bright and playful.

jonathan thinks it's one of the most beautiful sounds he's ever heard.

his eyes grow glossy, shifting his gaze to his wife.

"she's perfect."

he's beaming, as if he himself were radiating light.

erina can only spare a kiss for him before they both lock their loving gazes onto you.

-

erina thinks she finds a little too much amusement in seeing her 189 cm hunk of a husband cradling his little baby with so much care, as if she were made of glass.

when your cries rang out in the middle of the night and reached their shared bedroom, he was the first one up, telling erina to keep resting, he'd take care of it as he quickly made his way to your nursery just down the hallway from them.

as he swiftly entered, despite the maid's assurances that she could handle it, he was insistent that he wished to, instead requesting she fetch one of your milk bottles from the kitchen.

as she made her way out, jonathan was quick to lift you from your crib, rocking you in his arms to calm you.

"now, now, papa's here. shhh, you're alright."

your cries slowly begin to seize just as erina (having followed her husband out of curiosity) arrives, standing by the door.

she watches as jonathan brings you towards his chest, resting your tiny head on his shoulder as he softly pats your back, humming softly to you, your expression becoming serene.

in no time at all, the maid returns with a bottle of warm milk, bowing at erina standing by the door before stepping back inside.

"here's the bottle as requested, master joestar. i will leave it here," she leaves it on the nearby dresser before bowing, making her way towards the door again.

"thank you, delia" he whispers at her as she makes her leave once more.

she stops at the door, gesturing at erina to enter, but she only shakes her head.

"that's okay," she whispers. "i have a lovely view here" she muses.

the maid nods in understanding, returning to her quarters grinning to herself at how lovesick the couple are with one another.

jonathan adjusts you so you're cradled in his arms once again, seeing you still awake, staring back at him.

"are you hungry, little one?" he asks, reaching for the bottle. "would you fancy a midnight snack?"

he shakes the bottle for emphasis before offering it to you.

you take some grateful sips, downing half the bottle in no time before jonathan decides thats enough. he then holds you vertically against his shoulder, secured by his arm and softly pats your back.

in no time at all, you burp, in which jonathan takes another look at you to see your sleepy eyes.

"ready for bed again, little one?" he whispers, booping your nose before carefully placing you back in your crib.

as you wriggle around, sinking into the plushness below you, jonathan takes a seat in the rocking chair next to you before grabbing ahold of one of the bars, and gently rocking your crib, resuming his humming from earlier.

in no time at all, your eyes shut, and you're fast asleep once again.

despite this, jonathan stays for another five or so minutes, admiring you once again, thanking the stars for blessing him with this lovely little treasure.

erina, having stayed for the entire exchange, feels her heart melting, overflowing with so much love for you, her sweet blessing and her darling husband.

overwhelmed with feelings, she walks into the room for the first time that night, making her way straight towards jonathan and wrapping her arms around his neck from beside him, engulfing him in an embrace.

jonathan looks up, realizing who has joined him.

"erina?! i thought you were still sleeping.." he whispers.

"i wanted to see you put the baby back to sleep, and she listens to you so easily. i wonder if you should be given this duty permanently," she teases.

jonathan huffs out a quiet laugh.

"she's too precious, isn't she?"

"she is," she nods, kissing his head.

jonathan yawns, and erina smiles down at him.

"you know" she begins. "she's been asleep for quite awhile now." she unwraps one arm from around his neck, reaching for his hand still rocking your crib.

"its time for you to get back to bed now, don't you think?"

"ah, but-"

"you'll hear her if she wakes again, but im sure that won't happen. come now," she muses, tugging at his hand, prompting him to stand from his spot on the chair.

"alright, alright. lead the way, love."

-

"ah- careful there, darling!"

a baby living in such a large estate might have been more dangerous than initially imagined. sure, jonathan promptly had the house baby-proofed from top to bottom almost as soon as you began exploring it yourself via crawling...

but you were of joestar blood, and as such, it seemed that trouble followed you wherever you went.

for one, jonathan would prefer not to have a repeat of the time when he left you unattended for what he swore was just a few moments when, while you were exploring the second story of the estate, you collided with dio in the hallway.

rather than crying, you only looked up in wonder, a pair of displeased eyes staring back at you.

jonathan emerged from his room following the sounds of your babbles as dio held you by the back of your onesie, your legs dangling in the air, demanding jonathan "keep a closer eye on his brat" before jonathan quickly snatched you up and began fussing over you.

he chastised dio, demanding he be more careful with you, but dio had already walked off before jonathan could finish.

that day, jonathan decided that he would only allow you to crawl around so long as you were in his sight, lest another instance like that were to happen again.

like right now, as he paused his reading of the morning paper to take a few quick strides, scooping you up before you could bump your head on the leg of the coffee table.

he lets out a sigh as you wriggle in his hold, turning you over to face him, a silly smile on your face.

"you really must be more careful, my dear. where does all of your energy spring from, hm? quite the reckless one, aren't you?"

almost in response to his light chastising, you only giggle, wriggling around more in his hands.

"and you only laugh? what am i going to do with you, hm?" jonathan shakes his head, a smile on his face.

you only reach out your hands towards him.

he promptly responds by pulling you into his embrace, securing you in one arm and resting your head on his shoulder as he makes his way back to his chair, picking the paper back up.

he straightens it out before shifting his attention towards you.

"lets read the news together, yes? you always like when papa reads to you, don't you?"

you push yourself up slightly, turning towards the paper in your father's hands, looking over the black and white ink.

jonathan takes this as the sign that you're ready, and begins reading the nicer stories to you, pointing towards the photographs so you can take a look at them for yourself.

some time passes before erina enters, notifying you both that breakfast is ready.

jonathan wraps up the news story he was on before putting the paper down, securing you before lifting you up with him as he rises from his armchair, striding towards the kitchen.

he shares a sweet kiss with erina at the door before handing you over to her after you reach out for your mother.

"well hello there, little one. did you have fun with papa? you must be hungry, yes?"

she follows jonathan to the kitchen table, seating you in your baby chair as her and jonathan begin their usual morning chatter.

you were mostly distracted with your meal, but would stare at your parents, almost appearing to listen to what they were speaking so enthusiastically about.

taking note of this, they both would ask for your opinion on something, or inquire what you wished to do for the day. even though you hadn't spoken, your babbles answered their questions: this topic was boring, that businessman looked quite silly the other night, didn't he? and the garden sounded like a lovely place to spend the afternoon.

-

"ohhh, aren't you the cutest?"

"that little outfit is adorable!"

"she looks just like you, jonathan!"

he can only let out a hearty laugh and agree with the ladies that are cooing at you.

ever since you were born, jonathan took plenty of pride in picking out your outfits, maybe even having more fun than erina, spending more money than he should on anything he thought might suit you.

as a gentleman, he not only took pride in his actions, but also in his appearance. this, of course, extended to you, his beloved child.

today, jonathan has dressed you in a sky blue colored dress with a small, matching sunhat adorned with a cute ribbon and little black slip-on shoes, secured with little buckles and gold buttons on each side.

its no wonder the ladies can't help but to admire you.

"i remember when you were young... and now you're all grown up with a child of your own! ah, how quickly they grow..." one of the ladies reminisces.

jonathan laughs again before speaking up.

"i know the feeling" he smiles. "this one teaches me something new everyday, though," his voice takes on a playful tone, "she always knows how to keep me on my toes!"

the lady smiles fondly. "yes, children will do that to you! where are you two headed today? and where is the missus?"

"ah, my sweet wife wasn't feeling too well, so we're out to fetch her some medicine, isn't that right, darling?" he looks down at you.

you only babble in response.

"the poor thing.. i hope she recovers quickly. best to not keep your missus waiting now, off you go!" one of the ladies begins to shoo jonathan towards the direction of the shops.

"yes, we shall be going now. we'll chat again, yes? till next time!" he waves at them before making his way off with you.

after reaching a considerable distance away, he thinks aloud.

"hmm, perhaps i shouldn't have dressed you so cutely today... that's the third time we've been stopped. i suppose no one can resist your charm, can they darling?"

you only hum in response, looking up towards your father's voice, hidden behind the shield of the stroller.

"i hope erina is doing okay... we just have to get some medicine for your mother, but id also like to get her some soup.."

you babble at the mention of your mother.

"you must miss her, yes? then let's make this quick, ok darling?"

you agree with some happy babbles.

before long, you both have retrieved some cold medicine for your mother, along with some soup (of which jonathan had your help in picking out), quickly making your way back to the estate just after noon.

. . .

"how is she?"

"welcome back master joestar," the maid bows, smiling at you in his arms before taking jonathan's bag as he removes his coat, hanging it up before taking a hold of it once more.

"she's alright, it doesn't seem too serious. the maids have been taking turns caring for the madame, but she's been mostly resting."

jonathan breathed out a sigh of relief at the maid's update.

"thank you for watching her. i'll be going to see her now," he turned towards the stairs before the maid speaks up again.

"shall i take the little one off your hands in the meantime?"

"no need, we'll be going to see her together," he offers a grateful smile back to her before ascending the staircase.

. . .

the door to the bedroom cracks open, jonathan taking quiet steps inside.

he quickly makes his way to the large bed, taking a seat in the nearby chair to erina's side as he sets you down on the closest empty spot of the mattress.

"erina, dear, we're back.. we have some medicine and soup for you," jonathan coos softly as he reaches the back of his hand forward to check her forehead.

erina stirs, bleary eyes opening to see her darling husband and, to her surprise, you.

she finds the strength to sit herself up (with the help of jonathan propping up some pillows for her) quickly shooting jonathan a look.

"jojo! what if she gets sick?"

"nonsense!" he waves her off, though her stare remains stern. "oh, don't give me that look! she missed you too, didn't you, love?"

you only hum, reaching out for your mother.

your cute gesture breaks her stern façade, and she can't help but break into a little grin.

"my sweet loves," she smiles, patting your head as jonathan fishes out the medicine and wrapped soup from the bag.

"allow me to feed you your soup and medicine, erina."

jonathan opens up a bottle, pouring it out carefully on a silver spoon before holding it up to erinas lips.

"come now, open up."

erina does as she's told, jonathan quickly feeding her the medicine.

you watch your parents intently, tilting your head at your mother's expression after swallowing the medicine down.

jonathan sees this, and laughs, gesturing to the bottle he's closing.

"it doesn't taste very good, you see."

jonathan hands her the glass of water by her bedside (presumably left there from the maids from earlier) before opening the soup.

"the little one picked this one out, so hopefully it's to your liking," he explains, dipping in another spoon and stirring it up before softly blowing and offering it to erina.

as soon as she takes the first spoonful jonathan offers, her eyes light up & she hums in delight.

"why, this one is my favorite! how did you know, little one?" she asks, booping your nose, causing you to smile.

"you hear that? you did a great job picking this out for mama, yes? perhaps you'll have to come shopping with papa more often!" jonathan praises, smiling at you.

you giggle, your eyes shifting back to your mother.

"m-"

"ma-"

"mama!"

erina's eyes are wide as she stares at you in wonder, wondering if she heard right or if her feverish mind was playing tricks on her.

though, she quickly realizes its real when jonathan is so shocked that the spoon in his hold slips from his hand and clatters to the floor.

"darling, did you-"

"pa-pa!"

jonathan's eyes are glistening.

"she spoke! did you hear that, erina? she spoke!"

jonathan sets the soup down by the bedside table momentarily in favor of lifting you up into his arms.

he holds you at eye level before speaking "say it again, darling, pa-pa, go on!"

erina let's out a laugh, reaching over the small distance to place a small kiss to your head.

"she did say 'mama' first, though.." she teases.

"come on, one more time for papa!"

you only wriggle around in his hold in response.

the rest of the afternoon is spent together, jonathan feeding erina her soup (after a maid happened to come by and bring a clean spoon upon jonathan's request) until its gone, the two marveling once again at their little bundle of joy.

jonathan can't resist letting every maid that comes into the room to check-in of your first spoken words.

-

to everyone's surprise, as you grew, you developed a strange attachment to none other than dio.

which would result in some... more than bizarre situations, such as the one currently unfolding.

"JOJO!"

not a minute after his name is shrills through the hallway does dio barge into jonathan's office, playful giggles following his heavy footsteps.

jonathan has a hard time controlling his laughter seeing you, his sweet child, wrapped around dio's left leg like a koala, a heavy contrast to dio's complete and utter displeasure.

"get this monkey off of me this instant!"

"up! up..!"

"you want to go up, you little mongrel?" he looks down at you, almsot baring his teeth as if you just challenged him to a fight. "ill lift you up alright.."

"dio, be car-"

dio lifts his leg, lifting you easily with him, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

even as he shakes his leg continously and even swings you around, you don't relent, and simply think you're playing some sort of game.

the only rule was to not let go of dio's leg.

jonathan is both worried and amused at the situation, a smile slipping through his expression as he carefully watches to ensure you don't get hurt from being violently thrashed about.

after a minute of this, dio puts his leg back down, standing properly as you straighten yourself, never losing your grip on him.

he turns his attention back to jonathan.

"does she have glue for hands??? get this brat off!"

"she's just having fun, dio.. she's not hurting anyo-"

"like hell! im busy, get your little spidermonkey off of me so that i may work in peace!" he spits.

"come now, darling.. playtime with uncle dio is over now," he reasons, holding his hands out and gesturing for you to come to him. "why not sit with papa for awhile, hm?"

you whine at your father's suggestion, looking back up at dio before pulling lightly at his clothes.

"again again..."

"no you brat, im busy!"

you frown, looking up at dio with those big, shiny puppy-dog eyes, silently pleading.

"that won't work on me, brat. get off."

you blink up at him.

"don't make me repeat myself."

you blink again.

...

"..later. bother me later when i'm not working. now, off!"

at the same time that you let go, he shakes his left leg, prompting you to fall backward with an oof and a giggle.

"annoying little pest," dio mutters, but jonathan catches the light tugs at the edges of dio's lips before he promptly makes his way back to his own office, the sound of the door shutting behind him echoing throughout the hallway.

jonathan shakes his head, attention completely on you.

"are you alright, dear? here, up you go," jonathan leans down to reach you, lifting you up with ease and sitting you down on his lap.

"quite the troublemaker, aren't you. why do you wish to play with dio so bad, hm? isn't he mean?"

jonathan was genuinely curious. no matter how many times he called you names and shooed you off, you always wound up running back to him, trying to get him to play with you.

and whether it was your cute charm or your continuous insistence, dio would almost always concede at some point.

you shake your head, and with your limited speech, utter "only grumpy.. but he.. always plays" you smile.

"hmm.. he's not more fun than papa, surely?"

you blink up at your father, tilting your head at the inquiry.

"ah! you wound me. papa's definitely more fun, like this," he says, suddenly dancing his fingers across your sides, causing loud giggles to fill the room.

"pa-pa! st-oop" you cry in between giggles.

"im more fun, aren't i?" he continues.

"papa is- f-uu- fun!" you cry out, unable to stop laughing.

jonathan grins triumphantly, stopping his ministrations, opting to hold you steady instead as you catch your breath.

"i knew thats how you truly felt," he boops your nose.

"would you like to stay here with papa?"

you nod happily.

"alright then, thank you for keeping me company, little one."

the late afternoon is spent together as you watch your father sort through and fill out various documents, taking small breaks to chat or play with you or taking a stroll through the second story to stretch his legs. if you so desired, he'd read the documents out loud to you, but seeing as you'd bore of it quite quickly, he'd opt to try explaining his work to you in a way you might better understand. whatever the case, basking in each others' company was the finest way to spent such an afternoon.

-

tap tap tap tap

pitter patter pitter patter

...

tap tap tap tap

pitter patter pitter patter

...

tap tap tap

pitter patter pitter-

"stop it, danny!"

jonathan looks up from where he's seated, turning towards the sound of your voice.

"has he done something, darling?"

you look from danny (who's standing in front of you, wagging his tail and softly panting) towards your father.

"he won't stop following me, papa!"

so thats what those footsteps were...

while busying himself in the living area, he couldn't help but notice the sound of footsteps going back and forth across the shiny tile.

he must have been following you for awhile then.

he tries his best to stifle his laugh at the sight of your cute pouting face, staring down danny as he only pants at you, wagging his tail, none the wiser to your anger.

"well, what's the reason for that, huh boy?"

danny shifts his attention to jonathan at the sound of his name before looking back at you, almost expectantly.

"danny!" you whine.

thats when jonathan notices something in your hands.

"whats that, darling?"

you turn to your father, pausing for a moment before looking down at your hands to see what he's referring to.

"a snack!"

jonathan glances back at danny, still staring at you, or, more specifically the treat in your hands.

"i think ive figured out why he's following you, my dear"

your eyes widen momentarily, and jonathan is internally gushing at how cute your expression looks as it morphs from shock to realization as you look at your snack and back at danny.

you can't help but to gasp.

"papa, he's hungry!"

he lets out a laugh at this.

"well, would you like to give him a treat then, dear? he's been waiting so politely for awhile now, hasn't he?"

"yes!"

"let me go grab one then." jonathan pulls himself up from the comfy cushions, making his way into the kitchen to retrieve the dog treats from their spot in the pantry, fishing one of them out.

as you wait, you frown at how long it took you to realize the reason for danny following you around, taking another bite from your treat.

"im sorry, danny.." you speak sadly.

jonathan returns with the package of treats, danny's gaze flicking from yours to his, perking up in an instant as he taps his front paws, still seated.

"here darling, ill hold your treat while you give this to him, yes?"

you nod, holding out your snack with both hands, jonathan easily retrieving it with one and plopping the dog treat in its place.

you grip onto the treat, taking a couple of steps towards danny, and offering it to him.

"here you go, danny."

he reaches forward, closing the distance and gently but quickly snatching the treat from your hands before happily chowing down on it in front of you both.

"there, now he shouldn't be causing you anymore trouble." jonathan nods, offering your snack back to you.

you take it back with both hands, nodding before taking a big bite.

after swallowing, another realization hits you, and you're holding your treat (or the little thats left of it) out to your father.

"are you hungry too, papa? would you like any?"

his heart is struck by how thougtful you are.

"now that you mention it, i am feeling a bit peckish," he smiles. "but you can finish this one. i think papa is going to grab a couple for himself."

"i want another one, too!"

"lets go together then, yes?" before you can answer, he scoops you up into his arms, prompting a delighted laugh to ring through the room, one of his favorite sounds.

as he begins to make quick strides towards the kitchen once more, you shove the remainder of your snack into your mouth.

he finds the treats in no time, grabbing three and handing one to you before holding out his as you softly knock them together as adults would with their wine glasses.

"we'll keep this a little secret from mommy, alright? i dont think she'd like that im allowing you such a sweet treat just after lunch."

"secret!" you chime in a whisper, nodding before you both take a bite of your treats.

after you both finish and rid of the evidence, the rest of the afternoon is spent with your father in the living area as he works, busying yourself with the various children's books before you drift off in the comfort of the sofa.

the sun warms the spot in where you rest, jonathan covering your body with a thin blanket before resuming his work, keeping a watchful eye on you as the peaceful atmosphere envelops the both of you, wishing nothing more than for more and more days spent just like this.

-

"but im not sleepyyyy," you whine once again.

"come now, darling, papa has to leave soon and you need to be asleep before then."

you crossed your arms, looking away and pouting.

as you grew, so too did the hours in which you were allowed to stay up. usually, you would sleep without a fuss, or even drift off when you weren't even trying to.

jonathan was always especially grateful that you slept so well and easily. he had heard stories of other women barely managing a wink of sleep as their little ones seemed to never stop crying, and growing restless in the night even as they grew.

but ever since you were a baby, you seemed to sleep soundly for the most part, and jonathan always thanked the graces of the heavens that you never really put up a fuss.

well, until now.

he guesses he can only blame himself for this one.

to lull you to sleep, ever since you were a little baby either him or erina would sing you a lullaby while rocking you until your eyes slipped shut and you were resting in the land of dreams.

as you grew, the lullabies shifted to bedtime stories. sometimes from books or sometimes it would be stories that jonathan would recount to you yet exaggerate.

more often than not, you would fall asleep in the middle of such stories, but for the times that you would power all the way through, you would still sleep within minutes of the story finishing, dreaming up fantasy lands or adults talking business that you were none the wiser about.

which is why jonathan is so puzzled now, staring at your pouting form, wracking his brain for ways to coax you into bed.

"come on, darling, its past your bedtime by now."

you shake your head once again.

"what is it, love? talk to papa."

you sit down on your bed, arms still crossed, letting out a huff.

"not sleepy."

jonathan is supposed to leave for a business trip in just under an hour, and since erina was feeling a little exhausted that day, he had no problem tucking you into bed before having to head off, figuring he'd have more than enough time to let you rest and check over everything before taking off.

but now, almost 20 minutes has passed and there was still no progress.

he wonders why tonight of all nights was the one in which you had to put up a fight.

"please darling, you're making things very difficult for me. papa has to leave soon and i can't leave knowing you're awake."

"why do you have to go?" your voice comes out sad.

"a business trip, my darling, i won't be gone for long."

"papa is always working now."

you weren't really wrong he had to admit, but he still tried his best to make time for you and erina.

"you're always leaving us," you continue.

"you don't even have time to read to me anymore..." your voice comes out meek at that, and jonathan feels his heart break.

"that's-" true, he thinks. he really hadn't had time to read to you these days, and that was mostly left to erina or even sometimes dio of all people (though, rather than reading, he would more times than not be bickering with you until you eventually dozed off).

the thought of you feeling like you've been neglected by him for even a second almost shatters him completely.

"darling.. look at me, please."

at his soft plea, you turn your head to look at your father.

"i'm sorry papa hasn't been around as much as i want to be. after this trip, papa will have lots of freetime, so i want you to think about how you'd like to spend it, alright?"

your eyes are wide, but you still don't full trust his words.

"for tonight, how about papa reads to you before he leaves?"

you visibly perk up at the notion, trying to hide how excited you are at the thought.

still feigning your resistance, you only nod in response, picking out a nearby favorite of yours, shoving it into your fathers hands, and crawling over to the pillows to lay down properly.

jonathan gives a short laugh, moving to help you out, properly tucking you in before sitting on the nearby chair next to your bed.

he smiles at the title, opting to say nothing about how you probably know this story by heart and could confidently recite it for the both of you from start to finish, opening the thin book to the first page, and beginning to read.

not even getting halfway through the story, your eyelids begin to droop despite your best efforts to stay awake, wanting to relish in all the time with your father as you can.

noticing this, jonathan proceeds to finish the page, and noticing your mostly-asleep state, begins to close the book and set it back in its spot on the small bedside table.

before he can get up, a light knock interrupts the quiet of the bedroom before its opened by one of the maids.

"master joestar," she bows politely, taking notice of you before speaking softly. "the carriage has arrived for you."

"thank you, i will be down in just a moment" he nods.

"of course. i will begin loading your luggage for you, master," she nods again before disappearing behind the door, closing it softly behind her.

jonathan shifts his attention back to you, petting your head before placing a kiss onto your cheek.

he stands up, just about ready to make his leave when your sleepy voice stops him in his tracks.

"do you really have to go, papa?"

his eyes shift over to you once again, meeting with your sad, sleepy gaze.

he crouches down to the bed's level, words coming out softly.

"i do, darling, but papa will be back in no time at all."

"can i..." you're interrupted by a yawn. "can i go with you?"

jonathan smiles sadly, petting your head.

"not this time, darling. im sure your mother wouldn't allow it, and you'd surely be bored out of your little mind," he relays, tapping your head for emphasis before resuming his petting.

"i miss you, papa."

"it will just be for a week, darling."

"thats for forever!" you pout, puffing your cheeks out.

jonathan pokes one.

"it'll be over before you know it. and once i return, papa will have plenty of stories to tell you each night after we have fun together, alright?"

"papa?"

"yes, darling?"

you look up at him, eyes hopeful.

"will you really be able to read to me again?"

"of course, my darling. im so sorry i've been slacking, papa hasn't been very consistent with it these days, have i?"

you shake your head.

"i wont forgive you."

jonathan holds his free hand over his chest, as if your words have physically wounded him.

"is there nothing papa can do to earn his baby's forgiveness?" he softly cries, exaggerated.

you giggle, thinking for a moment before coming up with something.

"only if papa reads or tells me stories every night, and plays with me and danny in the garden."

"thats no problem at all!"

you yawn again, sinking deeper into your plush mattress.

"would you like papa to bring you something back?"

"some treats?"

"don't i always," he ruffles your hair affectionately.

another soft knock interrupts the moment, the door opening once more to reveal the same maid from before.

"your luggage has been packed, the carriage is all ready for you, master joestar," she bows.

jonathan turns his head, offering a polite smile.

"thank you, delia. i'll be on my way now."

she nods, bowing her head seeing your gaze on her before disappearing behind the door once again.

he turns back to you, looking at your droopy eyes.

"papa has to go now," he whispers. "but i'll be back soon enough, and we'll have much more time together again, alright darling?"

you offer a sleepy nod, sad yet understanding.

"okay, papa."

"sleep now, darling."

"papa?"

"yes, my darling?"

"i love you."

his heart swells.

"and i love you, my princess."

he gives you another kiss on your cheek, then your nose and head, eliciting some sleepy giggles from you.

he hugs you, and you hug him back, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.

he soon lets go, standing up and taking a step back from your bed.

he gives your head one last caress before stepping towards the door and turning the knob.

he takes one last longing look at you, seeing your breaths even out as you slip into slumber.

"sleep well, my darling."

he turns the light out, opening the door quietly before disappearing behind it, shutting it softly behind him.

he lets out a sigh, already missing you.

on his way down the stairs of the manor, he swore to himself to never make you feel neglected or the faintest bit unloved by him ever again.

the expression on your face was too much to handle once again, just the thought making his heart drop.

though, the feeling soon faded remembering your laughter and recalling your sweet words.

you really were his precious princess, and he would do anything for you if only it kept you happy.

-

a/n: i was possessed months ago to start writing this and possessed once again a couple of days ago before allowing myself to write/post anything else before it. ive been editing this for so long that my head hurts so if there's any spare typos ill end it all. i still have ideas but this is enough for now, i need to lie down.... see you soon :x i couldnt help but read the dialogue in british accents in my head every read through lmao (thats the only right way after all)

[zaynesdesimc]

Sunshine: Geto Suguru x reader

a/n:my first jjk fic! this is all over the place i’m so sorry! weird time skips, this fic spans months btw, angst, non sorcerer!reader, probably ooc geto, scratch that INCREDIBLY ooc geto, but he’s my boy idc

The first time he sees you, he’s at a fast food joint. Satoru is going ham on a burger like the pig he is, mayonnaise smeared on the tip of his nose as he all but inhales his food.

The expression on his face as he gawks concerned at his friend is one to be framed.

It’s also what makes you, who is seated on the table opposite, snort out a laugh. one that makes him look at you. you and the smile you’re trying to hide.

The first thing he notices about you are your mischievous eyes. lovely ones that are creased in silent laughter. then your crinkled nose. and the your downturned lips.

His own quirk as his head tilts a little to look at you more intently. pretty, his mind supplies as you tuck strands of messy hair behind your ears as you munch the last of your fries.

Gojo tracks his gaze and grins.

“Hehe, Suguru.” he teases, “she’s pretty.”

isnt she just. Suguru thinks, but out loud he says, “shut up, satoru." with a roll of his eyes. They soften as he looks at you again only to widen when he sees that you're already looking at him.

You look away instantly, hiding your face from him.

Pretty, he thinks again, and he can’t stop thinking about you for a while.

————————

The second time he encounters you is a surprise. He fully expected to never see you again, but here you are, smiling up at him as you hand him a piece of paper and walk away to where your friend giggles and takes your hand and leads you to a store.

Away from him. Careful fingers unfold the piece of paper:

:) you’re cute.

His cheeks feel warm as he scratches the back of his neck with a small smile. Suddenly he’s pushed forward as the weight of another crashes into him from behind.

Satoru grins at the note in Sugurus hand, “She leave her number or what?”

Suguru looks down at the note again, and right next to your sweet words are hastily scrabbled digits. He grins with yet another blush, “Mhmm.”

Satoru laughs at the expression on his best friends face, “Shoko’s going to rag you.”

He looks away with a roll of his eyes.

—————————-

His first conversation/date with you is hilarious. Over a cup of steaming tea, he convinces you that the school he attends is a retreat for where children are to learn the harsh realities of life. A sort of military school.

He supposes he’s not really wrong about that.

When you ask him what crime hes committed for his family to send him to a place like this, he laughs. Says that the only crime he’s ever committed is that a year ago, he contemplated bleaching his hair so that he could try and dye it.

You gasp, a sweet hushed, “No!” escapes your pouty lips, “Your beautiful hair!”

He chuckles, lying down in his bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying your words over and over again.

Maybe next time he’ll tell you how pretty he thinks you are. Maybe next time he’ll buy you that chocolate stuffed bun you were making eyes at.

He drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face. His hair splayed out over his pillow.

—————

‘hope ur doing good :3’

Instant messaging is such a blessing, he thinks as he types his reply to you:

‘i’d be better if u were here :)’

Gosh he’s being such a sap. He can already imagine you look away from your phone with a smile as you cover your face and roll your eyes..

He’s had only two physical dates with you so far, but he uses his free time to talk to you and you only, acknowledging Satoru’s antics and Shoko’s quips with a quirk of his lips and a nod of his head.

Satoru flicks his forehead sharply, drawing him out of his mushy headspace that’s full of flowers and scented candles and thoughts of you. He mumbles a curse at his best friend, who only teasingly whistles, making Shoko laugh at how flushed Suguru currently is.

“When’re you gonna introduce us, Suguru?” Satoru questions with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“You idiots will scare her off if i introduce her to you this quick. We just started dating.” he mumbles, shutting his phone.

Satoru eyes him and glances at Shoko with a grin.

"Whatever you're thinking," Suguru glares, "Stop it."

------

The flashing lights of the arcade only make you look more lovely, he thinks as you smile at him after he takes your hand.

The others are somewhere on the other side of the complex and he'd snuck away to meet you, eyes crinkling when he saw you win a round of space crusaders for a little kid who grinned and hugged your legs.

"You're staring." you hum, as you lead him through the arcade.

He scoffs, "You're delusional."

"You're so getting ragged!"

The both of you turn around to see Gojo Satoru, with the biggest grin on his face, his hand on his hip and his phone positioned to take a photo.

Suguru groans, "Ugh. Ignore him, he's annoying." he tries to walk away.

"Hi!" you wave with a smile, "I'm guessing you like burgers?"

Gojo laughs, his hand coming to rest on Suguru's shoulder, “Hey, yourself. I like burgers just as much as Suguru over here fancies you!”

Suguru elbows the boy and you snicker, introducing yourself to the white-haired boy who winks at you and gives you his name.

Is the rest history?

Not quite.

————————-

He worries about you sometimes. When he sees you so selflessly help someone, or when you give up your seat for another when they wouldn’t do the same for you. He doesn’t mind that you’re going to have to sit on his lap for a bit, but he worries. Because you’re so good. So kind. The type of selfless that will only lead to you getting hurt.

Shoko’s surprisingly become close to you. It’s absurd, how you’re from a world so different and yet you gel so well with them. How even Satoru, someone who held disdain for the weak, warms up to you.

It might have been the sweets you’d bought him from your hometown, but that’s another story.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks it’s all a dream. That you can’t possibly be real, but then his eyes catch the poster you’d bought him and he smiles.

He thinks you’re too good for this world. For him.

—-

Markets are crowded. It’s a fact. A fact he’s known since he was a child and came to help his mother. He’s used to the shuffling. But today for some reason, he can’t seem to bear the noise. The shouting, the yelling, the shoving. Akin to the clapping that’s been playing over and over in his mind.

His hand holds yours, and you’re guiding him through the crowd. You don’t say much, you haven’t said much since he’d met you today. He’s been exceptionally reserved, for lack of a better term. It’d been an asswipe of a mission, the curse leaving a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth that stayed even after he scrubbed his tongue, swashed mouthwash and chewed gum. The memories of a young girl and a man with a gun and his dying best friend all too fresh in his head.

You’re not a person who pushes. Who demands that he tell you exactly what’s going on with him. But you know when he down. He feels guilty when he doesn’t talk much because he knows it makes you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

So he takes your hand in his and asks you to guide him through the market because he’s tired and can’t think.

Second to Satoru, he’s the strongest. But he can be just him, with you. He can rely on you to power through a fuckass crowd, he can hold onto you like you’re the anchor in the storm.

And when someone shoves into you, almost separating the two of you without so much as an apology, he stands still, stunned at the uncharacteristic anger on your face.

“Oi!” you shout at the stranger who turns back, an eyebrow raised, “Watch where you’re going, you dropped your shit!”

Suguru’s prepared to step in if things escalate, if you throw the bag of fruit at the mans face. But you just walk up to him, your mouth still in a frown.

Shoving the bag into the man’s hand, you say, “Don’t bump into people like that.”

The man stutters an apology, lowering his head before stumbling away through the crowd.

“Asshole.” you mutter before turning back around and smiling at him.

He’s never wanted to kiss you more.

——-

He leaves one night, after holding you close to him on a park bench and breathing your scent in.

You hold his hand tight, a bracelet he’d given you snug on your wrist.

The park is dark, the moonlight illuminates your face as you look up at him. Your other hand cups his cheek and for the last time, Suguru kisses you. He kisses you and kisses you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his hands are in your hair. He kisses you till he can’t breathe.

,“You’re too kind for this world. Too good.” he whispers, “Why are you the way that you are?” he nudges your cheek, his eyes closed as he nuzzles you.

“Most people suck.” you say, “They give people bad experiences and ruin their days. I’m not too kind, Suguru.” your fingers trace his features, “I just try not to ruin their day.”

“The bar is low.” he murmurs, “Would you like it if the people who sucked didn’t exist?”

You snort, “I guess. But that would also mean my parents wouldn’t exist. Or some of my teachers, or sometimes even me.” you look into his eyes, “No one good is ever truly good, Sugu. And no one bad is ever truly bad.”

He breathes in when you say that, his eyes softening when he sees you smile, “You enamour me, you know that?” he murmurs.

When he hugs you goodbye, he whispers in your ear, “I love you.”

You hold it close to your heart. It’s the last thing he ever says to you.

———

“Geto-sama! Wake up! It’s late!” Nanako’s shrill cries pull him out of his slumber.

He doesn’t jolt awake or sit up straight, his eyes open slowly, sunlight kisses his skin, akin to your warmth. He clenches his jaw, where the whispers of your peppered kisses will always stay.

His back groans as he sits up, hes aging. A reminder that his life is not what it used to be. And you are not next to him.

He scoffs, it doesn’t matter where you are, whether you’re alive or dead. He cracks his knuckles before patting Nanako’s head with a smile and padding to the bathroom.

Geto Suguru lost all affection for inferior beings, monkeys. He sees them as weeds to be plucked out of the earth, trampled on and burnt. And that is what he will do.

He will ensure that every non sorcerer is exterminated, and he will revel in their suffering. He will lead his followers and curses to a glorious battle to create a better world. He will make merry with his family and smile at his daughters actions.

But when it is quiet, and he is alone with only him and his thoughts. Geto Suguru will remember his life before.

His life with his best friends. His life with you. And he will close his eyes and sleep again, his dreams filled with you and Satoru and Shoko. Of memories of cake and singing and birthdays and your hands in his.

He will remember. That is all he can do.

[shrimshrim4fun]

Could you maybe do Jinhsi with a fem! S/O whos the sister of Scar and Phrolova but she isnt on their side🥺

Guiding Light: Jinhsi

Note: I hope she’s not OOC and I didn’t know if you wanted a fic or like headcanons so I put it kinda like a fic

Warnings: slight angst

“Are you alright you seem a bit uneasy” she asked as she noticed your hand tighten around hers a little as you guys walked down the busy street on Jinzhou. “Oh it’s nothing” you smile slightly as she noticed your slight discomfort. She didn’t press on the question anymore but she knew something was wrong. People almost always whisper behind your back as you walked down the streets. Your hair white with slight streaks of red in it similar to your brother, Scar. Being the sibling of the two famous criminals isn’t something to be proud of or that’s what you thought. Children would sometimes look at you with scared expression, their parents telling them the big bad tales of your siblings evil doings.

“I’m gonna head back” you murmur softly your voice filled with doubt and slight discomfort as you saw more stares and murmurs from the people in the streets. “Alright I’ll come with you,” she nods. “You really don’t have-” “Don’t worry about it, it’s gonna get dark soon too,” her voice soft yet firm. You sigh, knowing it was only an excuse that you couldn’t agree against. As you guys got home to your cozy little house she notices how your shoulder slumped a little more than usual. “Would you like some herbal tea?” She offered as you sat on the couch. “Yes please” you smile. After a few minutes she hands you a cup. “Thank you,” you murmur as you take the cup and sipping from it. “Is there anything you would like to talk about?” She asked. Your hands froze before muttering “It’s nothing big.” “My dear, it can be the littlest things but to me it’s everything,” she tells you firmly.

You place the cup down onto the table before hugging her. A soft smile on her lips as she hugs you back. “There’s something on your mind and I hope you don’t mind sharing what it is.” You hesitate for a second before murmuring against the crook of her neck “Do you find me scary?” “Scary? My god your divine, I love you more than anything you can imagine.” Her hands gently comb through your hair as she softly hums. “No matter who your family is, I know you wont betray me. I sometimes think I know you better than yourself,” she gently teased. “You proabably do.” You murmur in agreement as you hug her tighter. “The past is something that will always haunt you forever, but in the dark I promise you’ll find a light to guide your way. I’ll always be here for you, your guiding light.”

Ending Note: I hope you enjoyed :D For the people pulling for her I hope you win your 50/50’s >< If you want headcanons just interact with my inbox :)

[miowritings]

can i request an akito fic where reader is a new member and quite shy so she dosent interact much? so akito would think they’re useless ? but they actually have a really soft voice and cute personality >.<

꧁“𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞”꧂

Akito shinonome x shy!gn! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI so sorry i took long to finish your request😭 im very inactive on all my platforms cause im focusing on my life rn and exams are coming up, nevertheless hope you enjoy<33

✮Synopsis: you, a shy new member, impress akito with the song you made!

✮Contains: slight ooc?, Not proofread,akito here is slightly judgmental?

Akito wasnt... That fond of you,not that he hated you or anything, he wasnt.. used to you, you could tell, when he made music, he'd give you the most simplest lines, or the shortest.. not that youre complaining, you just wanted more!

nevertheless, the group would still care and try to make you feel at home, they would call you by your first name or a nickname, tell some jokes, tease you, and anything as long as you feel happy around them

all changed until you decided to make music, all on your own, ofcourse with the help of friends but it was mostly you! And after weeks of making, you wanted to let the group have a listen!

the group was astonished when they heard the beat.. it was strong and intense, they were surprised when you were the one making the beats and tunes, you were so shy that its unlikely of someone to make music as intense as this

"y-you made this..? Oh wow! I wouldnt have expected that you could make songs like this.." Kohane smiled, An happily listened, while Toya and akito listened close

"This could work for this new gig... I remember Kotaro saying that the people who were attending had hardcore-ish vibes.. not that i know what he meant" Toya spoke up, an and kohane nodded in agreement. "This sounds.. pleasant.. right, lets use this.." he says, now looking at you.

weeks passed and you were finally able to make the lyrics with the help of Kohane, now was to split the lyrics

"hm.. y/n, can you try singing this part? Im confused if you or Kohane should sing this.." an asked, looking awkward.. "oh, nono, y/n can take this part.. they made the music, ofcourse they should have more lines" she says playfully, making you giggle

"hm.. okay" An nodded, now looking at you, she gave you a small nod, indicating that you could start singing... Honestly, the way an and akito practices feels like having to audition to be in an idol band..

you cleared your throat and started singing, that when Akito finally took you seriously, he puts his things down and listened.. you voice was.. adorable.. soothing..nice? He couldnt tell, after all, your voice is amazing and that he had a hard time describing it, once you were finished, all of them gave you a big round of applause, including akito, which made you feel.. fuzzy after all, it wasnt always that he'd cheer for you.

Once the sun was setting, the environment got darker, kohane left first, then toya, then an, it was just you and akito both..

Before you could keave, akito stopped you, grabbing you lightly by the shoulder. "Hey.. uh.. just wanted to say that.. your voice sounds nice.. please, keep up the good work y/n" he gave you a genuine smile, you nodded to reply "o-ofcourse.! I'll keep practicing til i physically cant!" You blurted out "oh? Haha, please dont.." he replied, sounding concerened, but quickly hiding it. "Wanna walk home with me? My House isnt that far from here" he asked you nodded and followed him through the exit. "Sure, i'd love too..!"

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Like We’ll Never Have Sex

i’ve been sitting on this fic for a few days and im finally posting it…. they make me insane. im praying farah isnt ooc but she might be 😔 anyway fic under the cut

CW for very vague mentions of past sexual assault, farah has Been Through Some Stuff

“Alex,” Farah whispered. The lump beside her on the bed shifted.

“Hm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” Alex said, even though Farah clearly did. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to face her.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t sleep. I feel like something is wrong,” Farah sighed. Alex smiled like a man entrusted with a secret.

“You always feel like something is wrong, ya ‘amar.” Alex held his arms open and Farah shuffled into his embrace. She shivered at the ticklish sensation of Alex’s mustachioed lips pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

“You can relax sometimes, y’know,” Alex mumbled, lips still glued to her skin.

Farah sighed, a bone-tired, heavy sigh, and slipped her hand into one of Alex’s to tangle their fingers together.

“You know I cannot,” Farah whispered, voice quivering with exhaustion, “There is always something that needs to be done.”

“‘S there somethin’ that needs to be done right now?”

“I am sure there is. I just- I just don’t know what.” Farah curled into Alex’s warmth and let him hold her close. Tightly, to make her feel safe, comforted, but not tight enough to make her feel trapped.

“What you don’t know can’t hurt you, my love. Right now, the only thing you need to do is sleep. You’re exhausted. I can see it in your eyes, and it kills me inside.” Alex pressed soft kisses against Farah’s head, trailing down her neck until he reached the collar of her sleep shirt (which was really one of Alex’s shirts, an old band tee with a coffee stain that Farah liked to steal).

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Alex sighed, “What do you need from me? Is there something I can do to help?”

“I don’t want to make you do anything for me,” Farah said, twisting around in Alex’s arms to look up at him. Alex pressed their foreheads together and one of his hands snaked up into Farah’s dark hair.

“Nothing you could ever ask of me would be too much,” Alex assured her, his calloused hands gentle as they cupped her face, “I would do anything for you.”

Farah sighed and hid her face in Alex’s chest.

“Just- stay here with me. That is all I want from you right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

———

Farah still couldn’t sleep. Alex could tell- her restless shifting jostled him awake many times, and he was starting to lose sleep as well. He did as she told him, stayed by her side and held her close, but it clearly wasn’t working.

“Farah,” he said softly, nose still buried in Farah’s hair, “You need to sleep, honey.”

“I know.”

“Can we try something?”

Farah was silent for a moment, and Alex had almost begun to hope she had actually fallen asleep when she spoke.

“Sure,” Farah sighed. She sounded defeated, almost.

“Could you take your shirt off for me? Or lift it up?” Alex realized too late how his request came across when he felt Farah tense up against his chest. He could practically feel his heart crumble in his chest when she ever-so-subtly shifted away from him.

“Alex, you- you know I do not want to… do that kind of thing. Not now, anyway,” Farah whispered, and Alex suddenly wanted to cry because she sounded ashamed. The look on her face broke his heart once again, apologetic and embarrassed, but most heart-shatteringly, afraid.

“No, no, God, no, that’s not what I meant. Farah, I know you don’t want to have sex. I’ve told you that I’m okay with that. We could never have sex, and I’d be okay with that. If I ever try to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to have sex with me, I give you my full permission to shoot me on the spot.” Alex looked down at Farah and watched her dark, tired eyes dart over his face. After a moment, she finally spoke.

“…I know. I’m sorry. I know you would not do that.”

“God, baby, don’t apologize to me. I’m the one that should be sorry- I made you uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was rub your back, it’s what my mom did for me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid,” Alex explained. He felt sick with regret, his stomach churning at the very concept that Farah, the love of his life, the woman he blew himself up for, might ever be afraid of him. He watched her tense shoulders relax just a little. “Farah, have you- have I ever made you feel pressured to have sex with me? Or to do anything you don’t want to do?”

“No! No, never you. I have just… You know what I have been through. What I have seen.” Farah sucked in a shaky breath. “I know you. I know you would not hurt me that way. But sometimes I still feel their hands on me, like- like stains on my body. They did not like that I fought back. They found different ways to put me in my place.” Her voice cracked and wavered.

Alex waited. Waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to do whatever she needed. He waited while she cried. He held her as closely as he could as she cried and sniffled and unintentionally used his shirt as a tissue.

He rarely saw her cry, and never like this. She had shed a few controlled, carefully contained tears over the death of her brother, though her quivering bottom lip had given her away. Alex had seen the way her eyes watered when she saw him again after his ‘death.’ But he had never seen her cry like this. It was unexpected, to see Farah so painfully human.

She had spent years rebuilding her flesh and bone into steel and brick and mortar for the sake of her people, and Alex felt as though he had accidentally swung a wrecking ball through her chest.

“Sorry,” Farah whispered, barely audible against Alex’s chest.

“Don’t be. I’m so sorry you went through that, my love. I don’t really know what to say, to be honest.” Alex stared at the top of Farah’s head. He wished he could know what was going on inside.

“You are here. That is good enough.” Farah sniffled and pulled away, only to be met with the mess of snot and tears she had left on Alex’s shirt. “Your shirt-“

“-Is just a shirt. I’ll live. I blew myself up for you, baby. A little snot is nothing,” Alex chuckled. Farah let out a little huff that could have been a laugh. “Here,” Alex said, nudging Farah’s shoulder, “Turn over? You can keep your shirt on if you want. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Farah considered for a moment, before slowly, hesitantly, turning her back to Alex. As he traced his eyes over the slim yet muscled planes of Farah’s back, he felt as though he was struck with the sudden realization of Farah’s trust in him. This woman, who had been through so much, been hurt by so many people, and hardened herself into a stern, sharp-edged commander, was baring the most vulnerable part of herself to him, trusting him to give and not take. Trusting him to put his hands on her and only go as far as she wanted him to. He felt her shiver when he laid his hands on the base of her neck, and on instinct, pulled away like her skin was on fire.

“You alright?”

“I am not made of glass, Alex. You kissed me in that same place just hours ago.”

Alex breathed out a little chuckle and moved his hands back to Farah’s shoulders. Slowly, slowly, he traced the dimples of her shoulder blades and ran his fingers down her spine. His thumbs pressed just so into those little knots of tension, not enough to hurt, but enough to loosen Farah’s board-straight posture.

His touch was warm against Farah’s back, and she found herself melting like butter into the mattress. She hummed, content, as Alex gently worked out some of the tension in her shoulders.

Even once Farah’s shoulders no longer strained with the evidence of holding the weight of the world, Alex didn’t stop. He rubbed circles over her trapezius and kissed along her spine, traced patterns onto her back. He felt her breathing even out under his palms. Finally, she was asleep. Before he pulled her back to his chest, he took just a moment to trace a few words onto her back; “I love you” he wrote, buried his nose into her hair, and promptly joined her in sleep.

[expendables-ropg]

ROPG

''Fish''

-Orany

Redy

Orany

P iky​

Grewy

REDY

“Great, just what i needed...hell...”

I am 19 years old, doesnt matters but i use He/him

Hey, hello, if you knew bout me before meeting me down here....either you were part of {MAFIA} or you've seen about my arrest in the news, apart from that....just stay away from me

Accused of:

[LIST IS TOO LONG]

[Appearence description: ''mestizo, Black hair, red eyes and red hand bands his arms'']

[Objects: ''Rifle'']

ORANY

''welp, i guess this is better than death''

(HELL YEAH IT WAS I GOT A BOYFRIEND)

Im 20 years old female or something, she/her

Accused of:

1st degree murder

Cannibalism

Heyy hello! How are you? good? thats okay to hear, me? nothing im just bored...and wanna gtfo of here

[Appearence description: white, with brown hair and orange eye, also cat ears and tail, for some weird reazon, also orange hand bands in her arms]

[Nothing of equipment]

[THERE SEEMS TO BE SOMETHING UNEXPLAINABLE WEIRD WITH THIS EXPENDABLE’S ADN, HAVE CAUTION]

Piky

''watch out, Someone might be after you, and that someone is me if you fuck with me''

18 years old, she/them because…well, i just feel it fits me

Dont really wanna talk, sorry i guess

Accused of:

2th degree murder

Arson

Drug transport

Robbery

[Appearence description: mestizo, Long blond hair and pink eyes and hand bands]

[Objects: Double barrel shotgun]

Grewy

''I just want to go home...''

19 years old, any/all!

Welp, at least its not that bad to be here, specially because of Orany...apart from that, i shouldnt be here, i didnt even do anything wrong...

Accused of:

Arson

5 first degree murder

[Dark skin, Brown hair, green eyes and green hand bands on his arms]

[No objects]

Rules

(can/will be added in the future)

-I dont want politics in this askblog

-NO NSFW

-im okay with suggestive things but remember theres a limit

-Im fine with gore (just dont exagerate), and i love rping

-Anyone can ask!

-Dont make your character too op, your character can be powerful, but you also need to balance them

RP guide:

''Redy talks in a red color''

'' Orany talks in an orange color ''

''Piky talks in a pink color''

''Grewy talks in a green color''

''Mod speaks in a purple color''

[This means ooc/mod talking]

*This is how to say an action*

Inspiration:

This whole blog is inspired by @asksearchlights blog, which was also inspired by @ask-eyefestation blog, both of these ones were archived

...well, this is unfortunate, but i still need to move on, i need to still try, i wont end up archiving this blog, and ill promise to stay here for as long as i can! and maybe they will come back and i will not be archived! :D

Also the game from this blog is Pressure from the platform Roblox

Quick mod notes/edits:

-Mod native language isnt english, so i will probably do grammar mistakes, sorry ):

[mod is He/Him]

This blog was supposed to be done to rp with @asksearchlights blog, but now it is its own blog!

I have indeed finished the game! so dont worry of doing asks with spoilers! ^ ^

this blog is probably not related to the original game, so expect silly stuff/theories / any headcanon / and funny momments to happend here, after all the point is to have fun :)

@Aeott is the mod of this blog

I made this remake of the introooo post, i hope you liked it :)

Thanks for seeing all of this, i hope you enjoy this askblog as much as i enjoyed making it ^ ^

[hatsunemeloetta]

HELLO WORLD! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

my name is HATSUNE MIKU! i’m an international idol coded with love and tuned with care! i’m also a pokémon trainer, i’m currently challenging the kalos gym league! say hi if you see me!! my manager said i need to put my pronouns here as well, i use she/her, but i don’t mind other pronouns!

here is my team!

mango: fennekin ♂

hana: bulbasaur ♀

honey: pidgey ♂

and then my non-kalos team!

treble: meloetta (shiny)

digi: porygon2 (shiny)

princess: sylveon ♀ (will join kalos team after my third badge!)

i hope we can get along! my ask box is open! (╹◡╹)

HIIIII GUESS WHO! ITS @soupspkmncorner BRINGING BACK ITS MIKU INTERPRETATION FROM WHEN IT WAS 14 YAYYYYYY! im still working on some specifics but i hope you all like her :-) vocaloid has been one of my big interests for years and years so yayyy combining interests my favourite!

some notes on my interpretation: miku is an android running on a mixture of rotom and porygon technology — porytech for memory and voicebank, rototech for movement. she has an encyclopaedic knowledge on basic concepts, music, and her favourite pokemon, but she is still learning and adding things to her memory. she knows Of the other vocaloids and voicebanks (she is most familiar with cryptonloids, but shed recognise like. namine ritsu or eleanor forte for example), but she doesnt have any close relationships with any of them — only knowledge that they exist and that they are meant to be her friends. she cannot process complex emotions like betrayal or panic; she will physically shut down. jerma is real and her friend.

WHATS ALLOWED IN THE INBOX?:

- pelipper mail, musharna mail, musharna malice, union circle, magic!anon (last two are selective)

- canon trainers, ocs, fallers, antagonists, sapient pokemon, eebies/sleebies, anyone really! OTHER VOCAL SYNTHS PLEASE INTERACT!!!

- “HATSUNE MIKU IS THAT YOU??” and other miku memes. she will respond accordingly

WHAT ISNT ALLOWED IN THE INBOX?:

- pelipper unmail, pelipper malice

- nsfw (miku is ageless but internally coded to be 16)

- any hate ic or ooc. this may change when im more sure in my miku interp once again

muns name is soup, it/they prns, 23 years old. i follow/like from @movedto-mementomoreeyes and my rotomblr hub is linked at the top of the ooc section!

LAST UPDATED: 24/01/25

[marchleader]

"You would..." She hums. So it was created like this? He said that he wasn't sure of his connection with it but considering how composed he is...

She looked at the bird, all proper, clean and polite. The back to the man. All calm and composed. A surprisingly gentlemanly character for someone in a prison.

She smiles, she can see the resemblance.

"If I did not see it myself I would have assumed you were the one who trained it."

Something that looks like Amane approaches "Hm...Hello there..."

@marchleader

(For Context: Current Magic Anon summoned both OoA Amane and Es Quest Amane, I am going to exploit this to write more Es Quest Amane lol)

"Eh? Ah, hello....Amane?"

There's a note of questioning in his voice, though he smiles lightheartedly.

"I assume it's another one of those magic things, huh?"

[littlemiss-cyn]

ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᶜʸⁿ, ᵃ ᵇᵘᵗˡᵉʳ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡˡⁱᵒᵗ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ

ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵇʸ ᵐʸ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿ

ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿ

ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱʳᵗʸ ᵐʸ ᵛⁱˢᵒʳ

ʸⁱᵖᵖᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ

Ooc things under cut!!

Hello!! @imconfusedbutok here :3 this is my newest Cyn blog I made for rp!! I am excited to be here and really hoping there are still people who rp murder drones 😭😭😭

This is pre solver (or well. Pre “incident”) Cyn. She is just a butler (maid?) and has no idea of anything that happens in the future. Also yes I am giving her a personality that isnt corrupted by the solver. She’s more sweet and meek rsther than… well.

Chaotic and bloodthirsty.

Cyn will speak with ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒⁿᵗ but her actions will be in a normal font.

Interactions from blogs outside the murder drones universe are welcome!! Poor girl just wants some love :(

Maybe I’ll add a list of headcanons I have for her… who knows :P

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

good morning, you box says request are open but if they are not you can ignore . . .

Noé x afab reader who comes from a noble family like the De Sade's but isnt noble-like at all. They just kinda do their own thing. They dress more androgynously and are loud mouthed and sarcastic and aren't ladylike and because of that, they dont get courted very often and get really flustered when Noé courts them.

Hello! Good day, afternoon or morning!

Thank you for requesting!

Please let me know what you think. 

Tsuki's note: I wrote in HC format, hope that's ok?

I also took liberty to do some additions, hopefully that's ok.

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• You were born in one of the most noble vampire families.

• The only female child to be born, all of your family members around your age were all boys. 

• That doesn't mean you weren't close! On the contrary.

• You were always together, playing around the mud, playing wrestling and climbing trees and other high places.

• Those activities were frowned upon when you tried them - you were the little princess, you shouldn't get dirty or hurt or crawl around.

• But you always managed to run away and play around.

• To be more comfortable you took out your cute dresses and wore pants or shorts with a dirty and ripped shirt.

• You met Noé when you were kids.

• You were running around a castle during a party and bumped into him.

• Domi came forward to complain about you running around, but you just shrugged it off and asked if she wanted to climb the tree too.

• Thus you, Noé and Domi were climbing a tree with your cousins.

• You grew up to be a beautiful young lady that despised wearing dresses and skirts.

• You were always seen with shorts or pants, suspenders and a blouse.

• You had your hair short, never passing ear length.

• Many tried to woo you - both because you were gorgeous and because of your status.

• But you always rolled your eyes to them, be it men or women, doesn't matter.

• You always had a stock of sarcastic comments for them.

• Some family members asked if you would be the cat aunt - never marry anyone - it annoyed you a lot.

• Whenever you were upset by those comments, your white haired childhood friend always seemed to have the right words to cheer you up.

• He would say how lovely and gentle you were.

• How he loved your adventurous side and how you stand up for yourself.

• How you would find someone that loved you very much.

• And everytime he said such sweet words you blushed.

• You blushed and sent a snarky comment his way, something like " I could almost believe it if you didn't always had something good to say".

• To your surprise he would always comment how your snarky self had charm too - " see? Even that dry attitude is quite lovely!"

• You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you had a smile on your face.

• You felt so stupid and small whenever Noé said something sweet and kind to you.

• At moments like those you wished he would scoop you up and take you away.

• That wish made you want to dig up a hole and hide there indefinitely.

• You wondered why he kept babling like that whenever you were put down.

• Little did you know that Noé noticed how happy you got whenever he talked to you.  

• He knew that under that husk of sarcasm you had feelings too.

• What he didn't know was that those feelings were pointed towards himself.

• You were told by you cousins to just be honest to your feelings, but you could never bring yourself to say it.

• To say how much you adored being pampered by him and to have his hand holding yours.

• To say how much you hoped he would twirl you around during a party.

• How you wanted to keep him safe from people, people he did not noticed that wanted to hurt him.

• He was that much of a good soul.

• Always looking for the good in people, including you.

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Thanks for reading! I feel like this is short and very ooc.

I am sorry. I hope this could at least help a bit?