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dinogoofymutated · 8 months ago

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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.”

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strwbrychffoncake · 1 month ago

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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)

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar & reader #jonathan joestar x reader #dio brando & reader

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love-anddeepression · 7 months ago

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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.

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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.

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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.

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‘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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru angst #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader #echo actually writes

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kiss-saint · 2 years ago

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Their love tropes !!

HSR! Men x Reader (Seperate)

✎ ੈ✩‧₊˚ SYNOPSIS !! - What are tropes I think they would fall in love with?

╰┈➤ THEMES/PAIRINGS !! - Danheng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader

*ೃ༄ TW/CW !! - blades kinda ooc, i got lazy on blades part, mentions of misogyny (as a joke), poorly proof read, SPOILERS for the Xianzhou Luofu story quest, i changed some parts/sequences of the events that happened, i apologize for any grammar/vocabulary errors english isnt my first language

⍣ ೋ Word count - 2.1k

DanHeng - Accidental Lovers/Sun & Moon

Okay so I can’t imagine DanHeng wanting a relationship but if he was to get in a relationship it would be accidentally

When you first joined the Astral Express crew he didn’t exactly welcome you but he still made sure you still felt like you were apart of the Family

He probably doesn’t even realize the way his cheeks turn into a light shade of red when you barge into his room to bother him (Not like he doesn’t mind your company anyway)

He loves seeing you ask questions about his room and what he does. He especially loves it when you perk your head to the side in confusion after he gives you a full detailed explanation. He finds it adorable

He often finds himself sharing food and sometimes personal secrets to you unintentionally. Can you blame him? He just trusts you because you’re his sun. He shares all kinds of memories with you. Painful, happy, nostalgic, and heartwarming ones and he loves the way you listen attentively to him

He asks you for hugs, not because he needs them but because he thinks you need them :(

He loves the way you just keep talking on and on and on while he listens attentively. He acts as if your blabbering is irrelevant but he actually listens and engrains your blabbering in his head.

“ You told me you liked Alfredo before.. So I made you some with the help of Himeko and Welt. I hope you enjoy it.”

Sometimes when you guys are alone he likes to entwine both of your hands and you don’t even recognize it because it just feels so right.

It only really hits him that he fell hard for you when he wakes up from a nightmare of his former friend, Blade. He’s sweating and panting and all he wants to do and can think of at the moment is just you. Just holding you to get his negative thoughts out.

“Danheng’s calling!” You jump in surprise as your phone buzzes in your hand with the contact name, ‘Orange soda’ with his contact picture with him sleeping soundly.

“Orange Soda, huh?” March teases you, elbowing your shoulder as she knew what you meant by naming him, ‘Orange soda’.

“It’s not like that..! We’re just kind of close, y’know? I name everyone I like foods that they remind me of!” She tries reaching for your phone to accept the call but you reach your arms out in the air to stop her from doing so. Your face was full of embarrassment as she had probably caught on about your crush on the man.

“Reallyyyy? Then what’s my contact name?” A teasing smirk plants itself onto her cheeky face. She watches your face flush red from embarrassment of the situation.

“Cotton Candy.” You clear your throat to regain your composure. The teasing atmosphere died down as your phone had stopped buzzing. She sees a frown accompanying your lips as you had missed the call. That frown tells her everything she needed to know about your situation with Danheng and she was living for it.

Your phone rings again and both you and March look at each other in sync, mouths both dropped at the sight of Danheng calling repeatedly in a row. He usually left a message. You signal for March to shoo out of the room and she complies, immediately rushing out of the fancy Xianzhou Luofu hotel room to give you and Danheng privacy.

You press the giant green call button as a nervous sigh manages to escape your lips before the call registers. The moment you hit the green accept button, both of your cameras are turned on, showing each other. He lets out a faint smile at the sight of you with a light shade of pink painting his cheeks.

“Hey.” He calls out to you. Desperately waiting to hear your voice again.

“Uhm, Hi? Do you need anything? Is it urgent?” You begin to ask questions with a slight panicked tone in your voice. Danheng calling twice in a row was a rare sight and at best a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness.

“No.” You can hear his audible sigh and see the way he sits down onto his mat as he was previously just standing.

He sees you raise an obvious curious brow as to why he called you. He gulped the ball of saliva forming inside of his mouth nervously.

“I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

(A/N - For those who are confused, the contact name “Orange soda” refers to the orange soda brand named “Crush” LOL)

Blade - Enemies to lovers

I’m sorry but I cannot imagine anything but this fitting blade

You’re both stellaron hunters and you would think that co-workers need to get along well to make a great team right? Wrong. (At least for the both of you.)

You guys are exactly like your corresponding elements. He’s wind and you’re fire. Wind makes fire spread and what does fire cause? Disaster.

That’s exactly what you both are together. A disaster.

So when Elio assigned you, Kafka, and Blade on the mission to the Xianzhou Luofu you were utterly awestruck. Kafka and Blade were well able to handle the mission together. You were just there for unnecessary reasons.

“ Quit your whining.” He taunts you and when he sees your obvious offended expression he can’t help but let an amused chuckle out.

When you both are intentionally captured and are placed in different cells (which Elio didn’t warn you about but only told Blade) he only laughs at your insults that you throw at him. Only then is your anger quelled when he tells you that Elio foresaw that you guys would be placed in different cells.

With that he breaks free from his cell and when he looks at you in your cell, he makes you beg to get out of the cell.

“Beg.” (Pls, this man loves to taunt and mock u sm it's actually insane.)

“Over my dead body.”

He only hums in amusement, telling you that your dead body would be in that cell and not long after he finally gets you to comply. A light hue of pink accompanies your cheeks while he only carries you on his shoulder with his blade in his other free hand on your way out escaping the Xianzhou Luofu jail capsules.

“Beg.” He demands with his crimson eyes piercing down at your (e/c) eyes. There’s not a single joke within his demand. Only pure mockery and tauntingness with his demand.

“Over my dead body.” You grit your teeth in humiliation that he would even want to hear you beg to escape. You notice how he doesn’t have cuffs around his hands while he was in the cell but you have cuffs on.

“That’s just pure misogyny!” He rolls his eyes at your attempted defamation towards the Xianzhou Luofu before cutting the silver bars open and also cutting the cuffs off of you.

Once the cold hard metal is off of your wrists he notices how they caused faint small brown bruises around your wrists. His eyes furrow in slight concern for your wrists as he sweeps you off your feet with your body being carried on his shoulder with his broken blade occupying his other free hand.

“ Me and the General go way back. Hold on tight.” He holds onto your waist tightly as you try and pry away from his grip. Kicking and punching his back in a futile attempt to break free from his grasp as he runs on full charge towards the door to knock the guards out.

Cloud knights begin to chase after you both and somehow he still manages to outrun them all like you guys are in a heist chase like in those cheesy movies where the villain and the villains girlfriend rob a bank and flee while destroying the good forces.

Eventually when you both reach a safe spot where the knights won’t catch up to the both of you, he sets you down onto your feet.

“ You owe me.” He coldly says, dusting his shoulder off.

“ One! I never asked for you to treat me like a damsel in distress. Two-!” Before you can even speak he shushes you with his palm to stop you from complaining even more than you already were. You can feel his hot breath against your ear and his body rubbing against you from behind.

He manages to stop your mumbles with his next words, your eyes dropping open.

“ Go on a date with me and throw your unreasonable reasons of hating me away.”

Jing Yuan - Assistant and Boss

Having this dude as your boss is a whole full time job of babysitting a grown man LMFAO

He likes lazing and dozing off and around while you’re helping him with documents and he can’t help but look at you with admiration when you decide to whack him in the head to wake up cause usually no one would have the balls to…

He finds you fun to have around. He’s extremely lonely with no friends but Yanqing so just having you around makes him all giddy like a little kid winning a plush at an arcade claw machine.

He’s lazy so don’t expect him to do his writing… He wants you to do it for him

In his (rare) free time he requests his knights to go and fetch you because even if it means you’ll both sit in deafening silence together, he’ll enjoy it

If you do decide to spend time with him he’ll have fresh tea brewed with you and ask how your day went and if you need any help with work (let's be honest, he's the one that needs help with paperwork smh)

If you don’t turn up he’ll end up bothering Yanqing with weird questions like, “ Where’s (name)?”, “ What’s she doing?”, “ Has she eaten?”

He’ll listen to you shit talk about the things that have wronged you today and even let a few laughs escape his lips cause he’s never seen that side of you

You find yourself often poking, picking, and braiding his hair. It’s not like he minds. In fact, he enjoys someone appreciating his hair that he takes good care of.

Just like Danheng, he asks for hugs. For you and for him but it takes a while for him to fully get used and comfortable to fully be able to show his physical affection towards someone

“ So this idiot decides to try and rush through the crowds, pushing Tingyun out of the way so of course I pull him back to put him back in his place because no one pushes Tingyu-” Your eyes were just focused on the ceiling as you tried your best to remember what had happened earlier today that caused conflict at town square. You feel a pair of eyes staring at you so you turn to face him while still talking about what happened only to spot him staring at you.

Lovingly.

This instantly distracts you from remembering the story, your gaze getting lost in his.

“ Stop looking at me like that.” His cheeky smile only grows wider as he rests his head on his palm that's being upheld by his elbow resting on his desk.

He had grown so intrigued by how your day went that he was paying more attentively to your story rather than focusing on his barely drunk tea cup that was still almost filled to the top. It must’ve gotten cold by now since it looked as though he hadn’t touched it the whole time you were ranting.

“ Like what?” He hums in curiosity, not noticing that he was looking at you in a loving way. Like the way an old married grandpa stares at his loving wife. Pure admiration, pure comfortability, and pure genuineness.

“ Yanqing told me how you never shut up about me.” You set your back straight before clearing your throat. A curious yet cocky eyebrow raises and dances on your face and he notices the look.

“ Seems I’ve been caught red handed.” Jing Yuan chuckles like he’s been found guilty for a court case as he pulls you in towards his arms as you both lay down on his mat. Both of your chests touch as he cradles you into his giant muscular figure.

You guys have slept together a few times, but nothing more happened than that. He brushed it off as if nothing happened between the both of you guys so you decided to do the same.

“ Indeed you have.” You wrap your on top of his shoulders with his hands at your waist, pulling you closer and closer till there’s no more distance that could separate the both of you.

#hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #danheng x reader #danheng x you #blade x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #hsr hcs #sinnerwrites

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shrimshrim4fun · 6 months ago

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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 :)

#jinhsi #jinhsi x reader #gotta feed the shrimps #wuwa #wuthering waves #angst

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miowritings · 10 months ago

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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..!"

#project sekai #pjsk x reader #x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk #vbs #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #vbs akito

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numberonecodwomenfan · 10 months ago

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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.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #farah karim #alex keller #farah karim cod #faralex #alex keller cod #faralex fic #cod fic #cod fanfic #farah karim fanfic #alex keller fanfic #i love them #cw sa mention

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grimreaperschild · 2 years ago

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happy birthday

pairings: ooc! soft Wednesday x fem reader

summary: birthdays have never been your thing often sneaking away from your own party to think

warnings: use of drugs, mention of abusive households, angst?, comfort

a/n: got a bit carried away kinda like this one tho :) hope you enjoy ❤️

The “surprise” party had been in full swing for about an hour now and it seemed that everyone but you was enjoying themselves, enid and ajax had jumped in the pool wednesday had disappeared to god knows where, and then there was your parents mingling with there friends they’d invited, pushing myself off the living room wall i trudge to my room.

as i lay out everything in my tray i hear a soft knock on my door “come in it’s unlocked” i yell to be heard over the loud music outside, wednesday steps into my room closing the door behind her with a click “i’ve been looking for you” i roll my eyes at her signature glare “well you found me” she hums and steps closer “you know you really shouldn’t smoke that stuff it’s bad for you” pausing as i bring the joint up to my lips to wet the paper “you gonna lecture me addams or are you gonna keep the birthday girl company” not waiting for a response i stand and make my way to the front door both of us slipping out unnoticed.

the walk through the forest was completed in comfortable silence and i reach my destination in record time as i sit on the grass wednesday settles in next to me “beautiful isnt it” i ask looking at the view of field after felid sprawled out below us “found it after me and dad had an argument when i was 10 been my smoke spot since i hit 14” i bring the joint to my lips and light it enjoying the feeling of smoke hitting my lungs “what about you got any cool spots near home i don’t know about” she thinks for a second and the ghost of a smile crosses her face “there’s an old secluded graveyard a short hike from my house not even my mother knows about it i go there when i don’t want to be bothered reading by pugsley” she bumps shoulders with me and i turn my head “thank you, you know for coming im usually alone on my birthday it’s nice to have you here” she reaches up to caress my cheek “you’ll never be alone mi amor, but didn’t we just sneak away from a party thrown in your name” she quirks an eyebrow at me and i chew on my bottom lip thinking about how to explain it all.

i take a breath and it all comes flowing out “and out of everyone there not once person has noticed, not today or any of the other years i’ve left, those parties aren’t for me weds god even my cake says 16 and i turn 18 this year” i run my hands through my (h/c) hair and let out another exasperated sigh “it’s always been rocky with my parents, they always expect more from me and then i ended up at nevermore and it was like a new beginning yeah they would send me letters telling me how upset with my grades they are but atleast i wasn’t going to bed bleeding anymore” i drop my head onto her shoulder not wanting to continue in fear of crying.

wednesday reaches into her pocket and brings out a little necklace with a “W” on it “i know your not one for big gifts or anything but i wanted to show you how much i care” i try to say something and she cuts me off with her lips on mine i sigh into the softness and pull her closer by her jacket “i meant what i said (y/n) your never going to be alone again not now i’ve got you and this just means you’ll take a part of me wherever you go” resting my forehead against hers i smile “thank you weds honestly this has been the best birthday in a while” she pulls away and stands holding her hand out “dance with me pretty girl”

i oblige throwing the butt of my joint in the grass as i stand it hits me and i stumble slightly into wednesdays waiting arms giggling she puts the necklace around my neck and attempts to spin me but being much shorter than me it fails causing more giggling “who would have thought you couldn’t spin someone nes” a blush creeps up her neck and she grumbles out “not my fault your a giant” i giggle at the statement “it’s getting late we should make our way back” she nods reluctantly knowing neither of us want to leave the bubble we created, the walk back was filled with mindless chatter reaching the back gate she turns to me “you seriously think there are pots of gold at the bottom of a rainbow” her eyebrows raised in amusement “personally i think it’s weird as shit that you DONT believe that addams, honestly your supposed to be the smart one” i smile reaching over her to unlatch the gate “ready to go back in?” she looks up and places a kiss to my jaw “i feel like i should be asking you that question but yeah i’m ready” i smile and push the gate open and am met with the screams of people in the pool “oh and for the record i still think your weird as shit” wednesday looks at me as a smile graces her face “the feeling is incredibly mutual amour”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #hurt/comfort

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hatsunemeloetta · 2 months ago

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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, but i don’t battle very much! 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!

treble: meloetta (shiny)

digi: porygon2 (shiny)

princess: sylveon ♀

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: 22/11/24

#op #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokemon irl

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cattonicdragon · 2 years ago

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Could you do viper tigress Amy and bendy x a snake reader that can hypnotize people that look in to there eyes.

Viper,tigress,Amy and bendy with a hypnotist snake G/N S/O

Why yes of course I can,ur taste btw is *chefs kiss*. Has been proof read

Characters are as close to canon as possible but will still be ooc

Viper

She finds your hypnosis eyes EXTREMLY endearing

She heard about snakes that have the power to hypnotise people with their eyes but had never seen or met one

If your unable to control it shes very gently and sweet about it

If you accidentally hypnotise her she wont blame you,as long as it's on accident

Shes finds your eyes very beautiful and if you were ever insecure about them she would try her best to reasure you that they're beautiful and that having the gift is out of your control

Snake cuddles

If you wanted to she would train you in kung fu,aslong as your ok with it though,kung fu can be very hard and draining to some

You will almost 100% meet the furious five and po

Speaking of which,they're all super curious and impressed with your hypnosis ability

They're also rlly supportive so yea 👍

If you ever joined the furious five shed be super protective of you,she dosnt mind along as your safe

Tigress

Much like viper shes only ever heard about snakes with hypnosis abilitys,especially since tigress has mainly stayed in the valley of peace due to her living in the jade palace

She thinks your eyes looks beautiful and will compliment them.

If your insecure about them she honestly wouldnt understand,she thinks your eyes are an amazing thing and great for battle

Non the less though she will reasure you and be supportive

As for meeting the furious five,she will stand next to you and glare at them,basically telling them that one wrong move will lead to their early grave.

Safe to say,you were immidatly accepted and praised by the furious five+po

If you joined the furious five she would try let you be independent,she knows that sometimes people want to prove themselves

She will still be protective though

She loves to just pick you up and cuddle

If you cant controll your power she isnt one to run away from things,she will help in any physical way possible

You two are literally a power couple,and a force to be reckoned with,you have a tiger who's practically a kung fu master and a snake that can hypnotise you,yea that seems a tad bit op

If you ever wanted to learn kung fu she'd happily be your master,as long as you know the risks etc

Amy

Although there are many powerfull and unique mobians in the sonic universe you are quite unique

She finds your eyes really pretty

If you have problems controlling your power she can try help,sonic must have struggled when controlling his speed so you can controll your powers to with a bit of practice

She likes giving you gifts that are the same colour of your eyes,she does this because she Hope's it will help you like your eyes abit more

Shes good at giving people motivational speeches and so I doubt shed refuse to tell you how brilliant your eyes are

Should you every accidental hypnotise her,shed probally not care and say that's it's all right.

She will not hesitate to randomly hug you or shower you with kisses,shes a big fan of PDA

She loves making personalized and matching gadgets for you

She dosnt care that your a snake and likes the contrast between herself-a hedgehog and you-a snake

She makes snake friendly treats for you and might even find out if theres any sweet treats that'll help you with your power

You and her are a pretty good duo in battle,you hypnotise people so it makes them an easy target for Amy's mighty hammer to strike apon.

Bendy

Honestly hes quite surprised

Hes never had someone like you enter his inky realm

Very very intrigued by your eyes,your eyes dont actually affect him

Will not let you anywhere near sammy,the lunatic will probally try abuse your power so your not gonna see him

He feels abit at ease knowing that your power works on alot of the ink creatures in the workshop.

That dosnt mean he still isnt protective,when hes around his protectiveness goes through the roof

But he'll let u do ur thing,only helping when your in life threatening danger or if you ask

If you had trouble with ur power he'd only help if u asked seeing as it dosnt affect him.

He'll ask if you can help get rid of intruders once they enter the studio,he dosnt rlly mind your answer,although he'd like the extra help,he dosnt mind you declining his offer

The fact that yours a snake means your able to travel throughout the studio easier

although since he ends up keeping you alive he does ask that if you come across an intruder to alert him

A/n ty for requesting this I had alot of fun working on this,I kinda didnt know what to do for bendy tho lol.

#cattonic writes #requests #x reader #kung fu panda #kung fu panda x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic characters x reader #amy rose #amy rose x reader #viper #viper x reader #tigress #tigress x reader #bendy and the ink machine #bendy x reader #snake reader

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marchleader · 11 months ago

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"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?"

#(dear wise one)#(even I have hope)#(I'll give back...)#(07)#ooc: Uh Oh Repression something million years is catching up to you #skdjskjk Es Quest Amane is used to acting like other people so her acting like Amane is partially so she isnt vulnurable (repression moment #partially cause she doesn't really trust what Anyone says and thought acting like prisoner amane would give her goodwill to work on

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one-annon · 18 days ago

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STITCHES - MORGUESHIPPING

yippee!! rarepair!! i love these two goobers so much and i had the urge to write them post rbt...maybe a little ooc but its okay theyre homosexual guys raising a daughter together

mark hoffman was the last person logan expected to see tonight. especially in the condition he was in.

really, logan wasnt expecting anyone tonight. melissa was off having a sleepover with diana, who had quickly become her best friend, and logan had the night off from work. he was hoping to relax and just hang around tonight. guess thats hard when you have other, more violent work to handle, isnt it? after john had passed, along with amanda and the denlons, logan had taken the week off. he needed some time.

mark had been there for him though. it felt like losing his wife all over again as he tried to explain to melissa what had happened with the man she considered to be her grandfather, only this time, he had a shoulder to cry on. he remembers mark holding him tight, explaining how the rest of the night was going to go. he instructed for logan to go home, to take melissa with him and go out the back. the police were probably outside by this point and he had to handle the agent still in the room with the corpses.

logan had complied. he took melissa out to their favorite taco place, took her to mcdonalds for ice cream, and then headed home. he held his girl close that night. he didnt make her go to school the next morning. they spent the day together, and he remembers melissa asking where mark was on multiple occasions. all he said was "mark has work, honey." she knows about the traps. she knows what they do. this isnt the environment he wanted to raise his child in, but he couldnt bear to leave her alone at home. occasionally, lawrence would graciously take her in while logan helped with the traps.

it wasnt like melissa hated it in the workshop. in fact, she loved it there. sometimes she would take scraps of metal and beg logan or mark to help her build something for show and tell. when john was still alive, he would treat her like a princess. even when he was bedridden he would have her sit up on the bed with him and he would tell her stories. she loved his stories. amanda, too, cared for melissa. they were always pulling pranks on logan, and amanda would even paint her nails.

logan was always grateful for the extra help. melissa had taken a great liking to mark, though. they had a little arrangement. logan was a first time father. he didnt really have any clue what he was doing. mark may not have had a child, but he took care of a little girl. that itch to care for something never really went away, even after his sister was killed. mark would help logan raise melissa, do her hair and teach her about all the things logan could only explain in medical terms, he would treat her like his own daughter. logan thought it was sweet. melissa never failed to make the bigger man smile, logan would occasionally get the man to smile too.

not tonight. when logan heard those heavy knocks and opened the door, he locked eyes with mark hoffman. well, the shell of mark hoffman. he wasnt even sure the man in front of him was capable of smiling with that giant gash in the side of his face. his eyes looked dull, vengeful. logan had no clue what happened but he knew by the blood spilling from the towel over the wound, and marks wrapped up hand, he had finally been put in his fucking trap. technically, they didnt have a trap for mark. john and only stated that his test would "come with time". seems the time is now.

the blonde rushed mark inside, leading him through the house layout the man knew all too well already. he took him to the bathroom, had him sit on the side of the tub. they didnt speak. logan was too focused on bringing his med kit from behind the mirror cabinet and fetching his stitching shit. he washed his hands thoroughly like he was about to scrub in to help with some surgery with lawrence, maybe shoving a key into someones side or something.

the bloody towel was carefully removed from marks grip. that beautiful face logan had come to love was ruined. he couldnt help the bit of rage that rose in him at the thought of someone hurting mark like this. he couldnt help but be as protective over the detective as he is his little girl mark helped him raise. logan and his daughter had lost too many people they were close with. he wasnt about to lose the man that had come to become his baby's second father.

logan was careful as he washed the wound. it was routine work for the doctor. nothing he hasnt done before. he felt like he was back in the military with how quickly he worked. fortunately, he had pain medication mark could take afterward. he didnt want to damage the skin anymore with the risk of taking it right before. "stay still." he whispered, taking a rag with water and just a little bit of soap and wiping the blood around the wound. "got you good didnt they?" he kept his voice soft, calm.

hoffman didnt respond. he kept that same glare. his gaze was locked on the door and he seemed lost in thought. only when he felt the pain of his wound being messed with did he flinch and look up. logan knew mark wasnt immune to pain. he had a high tolerance for it, sure, but he wasnt immune. he watched with wide, daring eyes as logan cleaned his needle and threaded it. "this is only temporary. i can..somewhat fix it. its gonna hurt like a bitch though, sorry."

again, hoffman didnt respond. logan reached down, taking the hand that wasnt wrapped and placing it on his belt. he thanked his morning self for deciding to wear a belt today. well, he had to. horses wouldve pulled his damn pants down if he didnt. "tug if you need a minute. grab as hard as you need." he whispered, inhaling slowly before tugging the skin up to its rightful place. he counted down, just to give hoffman a warning, which he doubted hoffman cared about.

he sunk the needle in, starting the painful stitching process. like he did for mark in the past, he explained the process of what he was doing. he could tell mark was only half listening. thats fine. he didnt need him to listen, he just needed him to respond. and mark did. he tried to, anyway. little hums accompanied his voice, occasionally logan would get a whimper or a gasp or an inhale. he didnt judge mark, never had. mark didnt judge him when he was vulnerable and so he wont either.

by the time he had finished the stitching, mark had seemed a little more alert. he was a little more there. his hand had a tight grip on logans belt, refusing to let him go. logan retook the towel, dipping it in his homemade solution and cleaning the rest of the blood off before wiping the dry side over the wound. it looked gnarly. and not in the good way. it looked...botched. it wasnt his cleanest job but he wasnt exactly expecting to work on someone tonight, let alone mark hoffman.

logan sat next to him on the tub. "let me see your hand." mark obeyed without any hesitation, letting his wrapped hand rest on logans. he very carefully unwrapped the bandages, rubbing his thumb over the other's wrist in hopes of comforting him even just a little bit. it was kind of pathetic how they acted with each other. they were both so gentle. maybe it was the shared experience of being with melissa. that was the one person logan knew mark cared about so deeply. from the stories mark had told him about angelina, mel was just like her.

hoffmans hand was fucked, to say the least. it was almost as bad as his face. broken, no doubt. there was bone jabbing out of the skin. it made logan a little sick seeing him like this. it also made his curiosity grow. who the hell had done this? why? how? it wasnt easy taking down the beast of a man. he should know, the two of them have fought before, just for fun. even for the military man, it was hard. mark was big. he was strong too. logan had thought about how good of a soldier he would be a few times in the past.

the towel dabbing against hoffmans hand made him wince. it was painful, no doubt. logan tried his best to be quick. there was no fixing his hand. not here, at least. logan sighed, setting a piece of gauze over the wound and wrapping it with clean bandages. thats that done. perfect. mark was fixed up. he gathered the medical equipment, setting everything back in its place. two painkiller pills were placed into marks hand, along with a bottle of water logan had grabbed when he snatched the medkit. he watched as mark tossed his head back with the pills and water, watched as his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

he sat on the floor in front of mark, much to his knees despair. "what happened, mark?" he asked, concern filling his voice.

"im gonna kill that bitch."

that voice didnt sound like mark. not the one he knew. he's listened to that voice since he was recruited. he was just in the next room when john was "sorting him out". that calm, well mannered, sassy voice was full of hatred. revenge. anger. he didnt know who it was aimed toward, but he did know that mark was out for blood. the bad thing about it, was that it wasnt like the first time he felt this way.

logan and john had agreed mark was pathetic when he killed seth baxter. killing the bastard who took angelina from him was the only thing on his mind, but he was scared. he was scared when he was kidnapped, when he was in the chair, when he was helping john take down paul. mark was always scared since seth. but he learned. he learned well. he was taught to disconnect his emotions from the traps, from who was in the traps. logan assumed he was disconnected when that strahm guy was killed too. he didnt know much about marks relationship with strahm or how he came around to deciding that the guy needed to be reborn, but he helped with the trap. he knew how disconnected the detective was when he came out of that room.

now though, he was disconnected not from his feelings, but from reality. mark hoffman was no longer with logan in that bathroom, but his body was. his body was here and his body was being controlled by anger. mark hoffman was no reasonable man. it was hard to negotiate with him. the man had nothing left in his life. logan knew that. all of his enemies were dead, his only family was dead, john and amanda were dead. from what hoffman knew, he and logan were the only remaining apprentices. logan knew mark had no clue about lawrence. no one had told him, john had told logan not to. from what mark knew, logan was the one who did all the surgeries.

the blonde's hands moved to rest under mark's, holding them as gently as he could. "youve killed everyone, mark. you have no one left to handle. we dont have any other victims." he frowned. he felt like a parent explaining to their child that what they were doing was naughty. well, what mark was doing was bad. logan wasnt an idiot. he knew the man's love for violence.

"not all of them." the man said it like that was final. it was a fact.

logan wasnt sure. john had given them instructions for the remaining games if he were to die in jeffs trial. they had a few more, and mark had handled bobby degans. that was it, that shouldve been all of them. he scraped his memory for anything that john had said. maybe his mind was failing him. had he forgotten a poor soul that needed to be rehabilitated? was someone wandering around that shouldnt be?

"who?" he asked, watching as mark stood. he lifted himself from the crouched position, trying to keep mark from escaping the room until he was able to figure out his plan.

even if he shouldve kept mark home with him, he didnt stop him as he shoved logan aside. "jill fucking tuck."

thats when logan started to panic. now, he was aware of lawrence's role. he knew the man was supposed to protect jill. that was supposed to be logan's job, until lawrence had gotten his divorce. logan was thankful. he had too much shit going on between his daughter's games, keeping eleanor off their trail, and his job - both for jigsaw and the police. lawrence had more time than he did, he was better at keeping an eye on the woman.

he'd be damned if he let the oncologist hurt mark.

"mark. you need to lay low. they'll fuckin' find you out if you kill her!" he tried to argue, tried to reason. but he knew it was no use. mark hoffman was a man who didnt take no for an answer. he followed mark out the bathroom, across the kitchen. he knew mark didnt care. he knew even if he dropped to his knees and begged for mark to stop, he wouldnt.

logan could do nothing but watch as mark opened the front door. he could do nothing but watch as he stepped into his car, could do nothing but watch as he drove away.

that was the last time he saw mark hoffman before lawrence gave him the news that he was gone. he wouldnt admit to the amount of tears he shed over that awful, murderous, and oh, so beautiful man.

#game over! ➸ saw writes #hey hey hey hey! hey stoopid! ➸ annon writes #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes #ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes #saw #morgueshipping #logan nelson #mark hoffman

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