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lemoncrushh · 4 months ago

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Thirty

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Maybe my love could fly over the ocean… Maybe my heart should try to leave him alone...

I could hear Lorelei’s cackle down the hall. She had an infectious laugh, and had I not felt like a truck had run me over for the past couple weeks, I would have smiled. Instead, with a furrowed brow I walked to her office.

“I know, doll, I know!” she exclaimed. “Listen, you’re preaching to the choir.”

When I stepped into her doorway, she looked up from her desk, giving me a quick grin as she held up a finger.

“Okay, sounds great, doll,” she said into her phone. “Yes. See you then.”

“Hey,” she breathed as I took the chair across from her. “Ready for tomorrow?”

“I still have to pack,” I grumbled as I reached down to adjust my shoe that had been rubbing my heel all day. “What time’s our flight again?”

“6:22,” Lorelei replied.

“A.M.?” I groaned. “Jesus Christ, thanks Kris.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” said Lor. “It’s free. Besides, it’s an hour later in New York, remember.”

“And an hour later I’d like to sleep.”

“Hush, you.” Lor gave me a look before turning to her computer. “So, since our meeting isn’t until 2:00, I was thinking after we get checked in to our room, we could do a little shopping and have an early lunch.”

“If our meeting’s not until two, why did Kris book our flight so early?” I scoffed. I knew I was being a baby about this whole ordeal, especially since I knew how airlines operated. A later flight might not have been available. I just wanted to complain.

Ignoring my question, Lorelei went her own route. “I just think it would be nice to see some of the city this time around. We didn’t get to do much last time.”

I stared at her blankly as my mind traveled back to the hotel bar, Harry’s red coat, his hand on my back. I thought of the yacht, the dinner and the music. I remembered the look on his face in the moonlight when I told him I couldn’t stay.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands, the nails that desperately needed a manicure. “We didn’t.”

“So let’s live it up a little this time around,” she grinned, tossing her blonde locks off her shoulder. “I can even show you where I used to live, if you’d like.”

I gave her a soft smile. “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Her chin in her hand, Lorelei gave me a look, seemingly studying me until she decided to speak again.

“Still haven’t called Harry back, huh?”

Blinking slowly, I shook my head. I’d told my friend about the message Harry had left the weekend before. She had tried in vain to encourage me to call him back.

“Not even a text?” she asked. “I mean...at least to let him know you got his message, that you didn’t block his number.”

“That’s the whole point, Lor,” I explained. “If I give in and reply, that will just give him hope. I’m doing this for the both of us.”

“How do you reckon?” she asked.

I shrugged. “It will just hurt a lot less the next time I see him. We’ll both see it was for the best, and we can move on.”

I heard Lorelei scoff, and I looked up at her, her face full of annoyance.

“Why even give him that, then?” she spat with a wave of her hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Why even go to his concert next month? Just break it off completely, block his number, let it be over. Don’t leave the carrot dangling.”

I bit my lip as I looked at my lap again. I nodded slowly. I knew what she meant, and she had a point. I just couldn’t do it.

“I guess...I just need the closure,” I admitted. “If I rip off the band aid, it’s like I didn’t give the wound time to heal.”

I heard Lor sigh, no doubt exasperated. “I get it, I guess,” she said. “But God, sometimes I wish you weren’t a writer! Your fucking imagery and analogies are so annoying.”

I glared at her. “Hey!”

“I know, I know,” she rolled her eyes, gesturing between us. “Pot, kettle.”

“Bye, sweet girls,” I called to Jasmine and Emery, and blew them a kiss.

“Bye, Mommy!” said Em. “Have a good trip!” She gave me a wave and multiple air kisses before I closed the door behind me.

Since the girls were staying with Tod for the weekend anyway, I told him I had to go out of town for work, and he agreed on my dropping them off on Wednesday evening after dinner. Ever since I’d come back from L.A., Tod had been oddly cordial to me. Not that we were friends or anything of the sort, but he just seemed a lot more agreeable. Lorelei joked that since he’d found out I’d been seeing someone, he’d probably gotten the message that he was no longer in control of me. Though I imagined a piece of that might have been true, I wasn’t holding my breath that he’d never show his true colors again.

Once home, I began packing my suitcase. Opening my drawers, I pulled out some pajamas and laid them inside my bag first. Blinking hard, I willed myself not to turn around and grab the item I’d wanted to. No doubt my eye had caught it laying there between my winter pjs and the back of the drawer with its muted purple floral print.

I’d slept in it that night I’d listened to his voicemail, then lingered in it most of the next day until I’d finally gotten up and made myself take a shower. I hadn’t wanted to wear it again for fear that I’d end up having to wash it, thus relieving it of Harry’s scent completely. Instead, I’d laid it next to me on the bed the next night, pretending in my head I was using it like a blanket, when really I was imagining him lying beside me. On the third night, I finally told myself I was being ludicrous, and if I was ever really going to move on, I had to let him go. So to the back of the drawer, it went.

I packed the rest of my things, opting not to bring anything that reminded me of Harry. That didn’t leave me with much other than office attire, but Lorelei had mentioned shopping. So I figured if I needed something I didn’t bring with me, I could always just buy it there in New York. I wasn’t sure what all she had in mind, but I was willing to bet it included at least one night out.

Closing the zipper, I grabbed the handle and set the suitcase on the floor by the door. By the time I showered, dried my hair and slipped into a nightgown, it was after ten so I got into bed and prepared myself for a restless night since I knew I had to get up before dawn. When I grabbed my phone to set an alarm, however, that was when I noticed I had a new voicemail. My thumb grazed over the screen for a while, my mind battling with my heart until I finally decided to open my clock, set the alarm and turn out the light.

Though the moonlight cast a shadow on the opposite wall, I could barely make out his silhouette. He was there. I knew he was, as sure as I knew the back of my hand. But it was as though a fog separated us, a thickness in the air.

“I think we should talk,” he said, coming closer to me.

I could see his face better then, the lines above his eyebrows as he looked back at me.

“About what?” I asked, my throat dry.

“I don’t think this is going to work out after all,” he confessed.

I felt my body slouch into the chair behind me as his words knocked the wind out of me.

“What? Why?”

“You were right,” he said. “And I...just don’t feel the same anymore.”

“But you said-”

“I know what I said,” he voiced firmly, holding up his hand. “But some time as passed and I don’t think this is going to work. I need to live my own life...and you need to live yours.”

“But Harry…”

He turned for the door then, and I gasped for air, trying to scream his name louder.

“Goodbye, Stacey,” he said before vanishing into the thick fog.

The pilot made his announcement, welcoming the passengers to New York. As the plane made its way to the gate, people in the aisle seats rose to retrieve their luggage from the overhead compartment. I waited with Lorelei as those in front of us formed a line to exit the aircraft.

While we waited again at baggage claim, I people watched. Airports always intrigued me, watching different kinds of people, wondering where they were going or from there they’d arrived. I reached for a notepad in my bag and began taking notes, a little trick I’d recently started for jotting down possible ideas for stories. It was a rather old-fashioned method, but sometimes I just preferred the quickness of my steady hand rather than the speed of my mobile fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lorelei pulling out her phone, scrolling through her messages and notifications. As she began typing something, I felt my own phone vibrate in my purse. Seeing his name on my screen never ceased to jolt my pulse, and I silently cursed myself for my reaction.

Hi, how are you?

I cursed again, this time loud enough for Lorelei to hear. What was he doing, asking me how I was, all casual like? Was he trying a new tactic to get me to talk to him? Was he playing with my head? No, that wasn’t like him. Still, I stared at the screen incredulously, my thumb ghosting over the keypad.

“Maybe you should just talk to him,” I heard next to me.

Lorelei eyed me, her head tilted as though she was pleading with me to consider her words. I was about to give her some words of my own when I saw my suitcase drop down from the baggage chute. Dropping my phone back into my purse and shuffling through a handful of people in front of me, I grabbed my luggage from the carousel just in time.

“He left me a voicemail yesterday,” I announced after Lorelei retrieved her suitcase and we waited outside for a taxi. I wasn’t about to admit to her that my stomach had done a somersault when I saw the line of limousines against the curb.

“What did he say?” she inquired.

“I don’t know. I haven’t listened to it.”

“Stace…”

“I can’t, Lor. Not yet.”

“But...what if...he has something really important to say? Something that could change everything?”

I turned to face her, my well-meaning friend. My mouth opened and shut so many times, I probably looked like a Pez dispenser.

“My life is not a romance novel, Lor,” I finally said.

“Hmm,” she mused, looking down at her phone as the taxi pulled up. “But it could be.”

Ignoring her comment, I smiled at the driver who offered to put my suitcase in the trunk, though I already had it lifted and ready to go. Lorelei slid into the seat next to me, her phone in her hand. She’d seemed to be busy texting someone since we’d left the terminal, and I could only assume it was Kris or someone from corporate. With a slight pause in her typing, she leaned forward and told the cab driver the address of our hotel, then resumed her texting.

I looked out the window at the steady traffic, recalling the last time I’d been in this city. It looked different during the day, no lights reflecting on the window or the sense of inspiration. Instead it was much like any other busy city, the noise of horns and the bustling of people on the street with urgency. This was more like the New York I pictured in my head, the one I was familiar with from films and television.

The skyscrapers kissed the clouds as we drove by, my eyes taking it all in. I heard Lorelei make a sound next to me, something like the click of her tongue. I was about to ask her what it meant when the driver turned a corner and I saw the massive marquee sign.

HARRY STYLES. ONE NIGHT ONLY.

“What?!” I asked aloud, my throat suddenly hoarse.

“Oh, shoot!” exclaimed Lorelei just as I turned to look at her. “The meeting’s been canceled!”

“What?” I sounded again, this time more clearly. “You can’t be serious!”

“Yeah,” Lor frowned. “Seems corporate had a change of heart, and they don’t really want to do the pre-launch after all.”

“But...we’re already here!” I gasped incredulously. “Kris paid for our flight! What...what exactly did they say?”

“Just what I told you, doll,” she shrugged, looking down at her phone.

“This is ridiculous,” I spat, digging in my purse for my own cell. “Let me call Kris.”

“No, Stacey,” Lor shook her head.

“We’re on our way to the hotel,” I continued as I retrieved Kris’s contact number, nearly out of breath. “We’re-”

If there was a contest to see how many clues it would take for someone to realize what was going on, I’d have lost. I glared at Lorelei, feeling a fool for not noticing the signs sooner.

“Kris didn’t pay for our flight and hotel, did she?” I asked softly.

“No, doll.”

“It was Harry.”

Lorelei nodded. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“There was no pre-launch meeting.”

“No. It was just a ruse. To get you to New York.”

I practically threw my phone into my bag as I huffed out a breath. I could feel my blood boiling, the veins popping in my neck. Then I turned to the window, my head in my hand, and I began to cry.

“Oh doll, I’m sorry,” I heard Lorelei confess as my shoulders shook with sobs. “I had to keep you in the dark until we got here. It was all Harry’s idea.”

“Don’t talk to me, Lor,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Just don’t even say another word. When we get to the hotel, I’ll make my own arrangements to fly back. Alone.”

Though I’d never been this angry with her before, Lorelei knew best when it was time to shut up.

I’d been on the phone nearly an hour with different airlines, trying to get a flight back to Houston. A couple of them had an available seat for that day, but the prices were astronomical and certainly not anything I could afford. The next best thing was taking a flight home the next evening which would still cost me a few hundred. With a loud groan, I fell face down on the hotel pillow.

After several attempts at trying to reason with me when we’d gotten to our room, Lorelei finally agreed to leave me alone for the time being. She’d said she was going to grab a cup of coffee in the cafe downstairs, and if I felt like it later, I could join her.

I didn’t feel like it.

I was angry. I was beyond perturbed. I felt deceived and bamboozled, by both Harry and my best friend. This little scheme they’d set up wasn’t a romantic gesture like the trip to the Marchborough Inn. This wasn’t like the surprise to Sound City or the ballroom dancing. This was...manipulative and frankly, I found it very immature.

Lifting my head from the pillow, I sat up.

Well, there you have it, I told myself. He’s just a petulant child. Thanks for proving my point, Harry. Even more than I could have.

Looking around the room, however, I felt the sadness creep in. It was a beautiful room. I’d been so enraged when we’d arrived, I hadn’t taken the time to notice where Harry had set us up. It wasn’t a penthouse, but it was definitely larger than any hotel room in which I’d ever stayed. It contained two luxurious beds, a sofa and coffee table, a small table and chairs in the corner by the window, and a dresser with an ornate mirror above it. On top sat a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Curious, I rose from the bed and walked to it, taking in its intoxicating aroma. It reminded me exactly of the bouquet Harry had sent to my home along with the tickets to his concert in Houston. Inspecting it closer, however, I did not see a card of any kind.

As though on cue, there was a knock at the door. I strode across the room to open it to a handsome man in a suit, no doubt the concierge.

“Ms. Barnett?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Special delivery for you,” he said, handing me an envelope that seemed to magically appear from behind his back.

“Thank you,” I nodded, taking it from him.

He gave a curt nod back and disappeared down the hall. Shutting the door, I turned the envelope over in my hands. It was a large, plain, manila envelope, with no words or markings of any kind or than my name and room number in the top left-hand corner. I sat down on the bed to open it, as though I already knew I should be sitting to reveal its contents. Peeling open the top, I reached my hand inside and pulled out what appeared to be two laminates, each with Harry’s face and name on them. Then turning the envelope over, I let the rest of its contents spill out onto the bed. Before me laid two concert tickets, crisp and shiny as though they’d just been printed. Lifting the envelope, I shook it and looked inside. There was nothing else. No letter or even a short note. A lump caught in my throat as I read the date on the tickets. The show was tomorrow night. Harry must have had me fly to New York a day early so that he had time to persuade me to talk to him before the concert. Or perhaps the concert was his final plea.

Dropping the tickets and laminates back into the envelope, I closed it and set it on the dresser next to the flowers. The tears started to fall, but I only tried to stop them a little. I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Had I done the right thing? Was I absolutely out of my mind like Lorelei obviously thought I was? Was I only causing heartbreak for myself when there was no guarantee there would have been any otherwise? Had I sabotaged my own happiness because I was so hung up on guarantees in the first place?

My chest felt heavy as I wiped my eyes. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, and I picked it up, ready to text Lorelei. But it was Harry.

Hey, I know you’re here. Will you talk to me, please? Can we meet somewhere?

I cleared my throat, even though I wasn’t actually talking aloud. I admitted to myself that he deserved to at least get an acknowledgement from me, even if I didn’t want to talk.

I can’t talk to you yet, Harry. I’m angry and very confused.

Okay. I understand you’re upset, and I’m sorry I deceived you. But please don’t be mad at Lorelei. This was all my idea.

I was still lying on my back when Lorelei returned. Tossing her purse onto her bed, she looked at me with a mixed look of disdain and compassion, like I was a child who’d gotten a bad grade on her report card.

“Listen, doll,” she said, her hands on her hips. “I get that you’re angry. Maybe we went about this all wrong. But damn it, Stacey, the guy is in love with you! He’s on freaking tour around the world and he’s been calling me, begging me to get you to talk to him. He’s hurting, Stace!”

“And I’m not hurting?” I cried. “I didn’t suddenly stop loving him, Lorelei!”

“I know!” she said, sitting next to me on the bed. “That’s why I don’t understand why you won’t talk to him? He’s wanting to see you.”

I bit my lip and looked away. “He sent concert tickets for tomorrow,” I mumbled.

“I know that, too. He told me he was going to. He wants to see you before that, but if that’s the only way…”

Her voice trailed off, but I got her point.

“Stacey,” she added, “I can’t tell you how to feel. You just...feel how you feel. But I do know one thing. If you don’t talk to him now, you’re going to regret it. Because you’re gonna see him next month in Houston, with your kids, acting all icy cold like you don’t care, and it’s going to hit you in the face like a truck. And you’ll regret not using this opportunity to patch things up.”

“Lor-”

“Ah!” she interrupted, throwing her hands up. “Okay, maybe you’re right and you don’t belong together. But maybe you’re wrong, Stace. Maybe you’re wrong and you do! And maybe you’re meant to be the most amazing in love couple there ever was. But you’ll never know...if you don’t try.”

I swallowed hard, taking in her rant. She made some valid points. I just wasn’t ready to face them.

“Lor,” I said instead reaching out for her hand. “I’m sorry. I know none of this is your fault.”

“I mean, I did have a hand in it,” she shrugged. “But yeah, the plan was all Harry’s. I wish you would just hear him out before you make your final decision.”

I sighed. “I’m just not ready yet. I’m so fucking confused. Can I...have today to think about it at least?”

Lorelei nodded with a sigh. “Sure, doll. In the meantime, can we please go get some lunch, I’m starving! The coffee here was okay at best, and the danish was barely enough to feed a bird.”

I grinned at her as I sat up. “Of course. Let’s go find a decent meal. Then we can do some much-needed distraction shopping.”

Lorelei’s face lit up. “Sounds like a plan!”

After a somewhat quiet but pleasant meal at a restaurant not far from our hotel, where Lorelei was kind enough to not mention Harry once, we strode along the sidewalk, peeking in boutique windows and occasionally stopping to go inside.

“What do you think of this?” Lor asked me in one shop, holding up a chiffon blouse.

“It’s nice,” I muttered.

“Very Stevie, don’t you think?” she grinned before grabbing another off the rack. “Or do you think the black is better?”

“Either’s fine,” I shrugged.

With a frown, Lorelei returned both blouses to the rack. “You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”

Averting my eyes, I pretended to inspect a display of earrings.

“I’m just hurt, Lor,” I said. “Why would you lie to me? And about work of all things?”

“I know, Stacey, I realize now it was wrong. How many times can I say I’m sorry?”

“Can I help you ladies with anything?” I heard the sales clerk ask.

“Oh, no thank you, doll, we’re fine,” replied Lorelei.

I turned to face her then, the sales girl’s back to us as she rearranged a display of knick knacks on the counter.

“This book...it’s important to me. I was excited about this trip and this meeting. So to find out it was all a lie? Why would you do that to me? To us?”

Lorelei’s face fell as she leaned against the clothes rack.

“I hated to do that to you, Stace, you gotta believe me. It’s just...it was the only way I knew you would agree to come. If I’d mentioned Harry at all, you would have refused. If I’d suggested a vacation or some other kind of trip, you would have made any kind of excuse in the book. I know you, hon. We’re not best friends for nothing!”

She was absolutely right about that. Work was the only thing that would have made me fly to New York in May.

“It’s just...I had my hopes up, you know? I’d even made an outline of things I was planning to say in the meeting.”

Lorelei sighed. “Of course you did, doll. I’m sorry. I should have considered your feelings. It’s just...if you could have heard him on the phone, Stacey…”

I swallowed hard. “How long had you been talking to him?”

“Um...since right after you told him you would have had his baby.”

“Oh my God.”

“It was just to lend an ear, really,” Lorelei continued. “I told him he just needed to give you some time and you’d probably come around. But you were so bloody stubborn, you wouldn’t even reply to his texts, even when I suggested it. So eventually his European part of the tour was coming to an end, and he was on his way to the States. He told me he couldn’t wait until June to see you. So he devised this plan...with my help, of course.”

I shot a look at her before turning for the exit. I felt her following me, though I didn’t acknowledge her. I kept walking until I reached the corner and waited for the light to change.

“Stacey,” she called, her breaths heavy as she tried to keep up. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the hotel,” I replied.

“But it’s early yet,” she complained.

Ignoring her, I started to cross the street when the WALK sign lit up. Lorelei caught up with me again on the other side.

“I thought maybe we could go to Macy’s and get a facial. And maybe find something to wear to the concert.”

I stopped in my tracks, turned and glared at her. “You seriously think I’m going to the concert?”

“Oh, c’mon Stacey, aren’t you? He sent VIP tickets and everything! Tell me this whole plan wasn’t all for naught!”

I clenched my fists and my jaw so hard, it’s a wonder I didn’t break a tooth.

“You know what?” I spat. “Maybe you should just go. You seem to be so chummy now. I’ll go ahead and book that flight out for tomorrow night.”

“Stacey, you can’t be serious!”

Ignoring her again, I began walking faster. Not necessarily in hopes I’d lose her, but because I was angrier than ever, and I didn’t want anything else to come out of my mouth that I might regret.

Because we hadn’t gone far from our hotel, I made it there without having to take a cab. I sprinted through the lobby, past the restaurant and bar where I could hear the sounds of light jazz music and stopped at the elevators. I arrived on our floor before Lorelei, but as soon as I put my key in the door and pushed it open, she stepped off another elevator. She said nothing as she followed me into the room, slumping down onto her bed.

“I wanted this to be fun,” I heard her say when I had my phone in my hand, ready to call the airline.

“Fun?” I scowled.

“Yeah,” she said, her chin up in defense though her eyes appeared wet. “I thought we could have a great time in New York. We have four days! And I’ve been trying so hard to get you and Harry back together. It was supposed to be a win-win.”

“What do you want, a medal?” I spat. “Sorry to ruin your little farce.”

“God, sometimes you’re so fucking selfish!”

“Gee, thanks, Tod!”

“Ugh!” Lorelei glowered, rising from the bed, her hands in fists at her sides. “You know this absolutely nothing to do with Tod, Stacey! Ever since you’ve met Harry, I’ve been trying to tell you that! But you’re so fucking stuck in your head, believing the nasty lies Tod fed you during your marriage. You had a good one, one of the best. And you’re just throwing it all away.”

“Were you really expecting me to forget everything and go along with your plan? Like ‘Yeah, Lor, you were right, thanks for lying to me to get me here. Now let’s go find Harry so I can tell him what an idiot I’ve been, and if he wants to string me along for the next few years and then break my heart, I’m totally cool with it’?”

Lorelei’s face softened as she lowered herself onto my bed beside me. “Oh, doll. Is that really what you think?”

I shrugged, wiping a tear on my cheek that I hadn’t noticed. “Of course, why not?”

“Stacey, do you know how much he loves you? I mean, the things he’s told me…”

I looked at her. “He loves me now, Lorelei. Because he doesn’t know what the future will bring. And I can’t live like that.”

Lor made a face. “What do you want him to be psychic? You don’t know what it’s gonna bring either.”

Another tear fell down my cheek and I let it fall in my lap. “Yeah, I do.”

“Stacey, he’s not going to leave you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well, you don’t either. But I believe him when he says he’s in love. He’s not Tod, hon.”

The waterworks exploded then, and my best friend wrapped her arms around me. I cried on her shoulder for several minutes before lifting my head.

“I love him so much, Lor,” I choked. “I just...I can’t go through that again.”

Lorelei bit her lip and nodded, pushing a strand of hair from my wet cheek.

“I honestly don’t know what else to say, doll. I’m not in your shoes. But I hate seeing you hurt like this.”

“I’m sorry I’m such a shitty friend,” I cried.

“Oh, Stace, no you’re not. You’re just...an emotional mess.”

Lorelei rose from the bed and walked to the vanity, returning with a tissue. I blew my nose, my head already throbbing from crying.

“Tell you what, doll,” Lor offered. “I told you I’d let you think about it today. It’s only four o’clock. I’m going to head out on my own for a bit, let you rest up here. On my way back, I’ll get us a table downstairs in the restaurant. I’ll just text you when I’ve arrived. If you’re hungry, you can come down and join me. Okay?”

I nodded as I scooted back on the bed, resting my head on the pillow.

“I could probably use a nap,” I agreed.

“Of course.” Lor grabbed her purse and walked to the door. “See you later, hon.”

Turning out the lamp, I eyed my phone that still laid on my bed. I brought up the possible flight information, the one leaving tomorrow night still showing available. My finger hovering over the purchase button, I felt another tear leave my eye and travel down to my lips. Closing the app, I opened something different, something I’d been itching to listen to but my stubbornness had kept me from.

“Hey...um...it’s me. I guess you knew that.”

The sound of his voice was almost like a jab in the chest.

“Um...I know you didn’t want me to call, but I just missed you and...um...I had to try again. Can’t blame a bloke for trying, yeah?”

He gave a nervous chuckle before continuing.

“Um...I’ve been thinking about what you said. Been thinking about it a lot, actually. And um...I think I understand what you meant about me deserving everything I wanted. I just...I wish you would have given me the chance to give you that too. As far as I’m concerned, baby, you would never be in the way. I told you the age difference didn’t matter long ago. I told you I didn’t care what other people thought and what the paps or whoever else posted online. I loved you and...I love you now! God, I wish you would just talk to me, I…”

He let out a deep breath and I heard him get choked up. It cut me to the core.

“Stacey, please...if I could just see you...maybe it’s too late. Maybe I can’t change your mind. At least give me the chance to try.”

I cried harder than I had from listening to his last message. And just as with his last message, I played it over again several times until I had exhausted all of my strength and finally fell asleep.

These tears I've cried... I've cried a thousand oceans... And if it seems I'm floating... In the darkness, well... I can't believe that I would keep… Keep you from flying... So I will cry...a thousand more... If that's what it takes...to sail you home…

I felt the buzz of my phone next to me. A little disoriented, I reached for it, opening my eyes and adjusting to the brightness of the screen and Lorelei’s text.

I’m downstairs in the restaurant if you want to join.

Ok, be there in a few, I texted back.

With a sigh, I rose from the bed and went to the restroom. After brushing my teeth and hair and splashing water on my face, I touched up my eyeliner and reapplied my lipstick. Then grabbing my purse, I headed out into the hall to the elevator.

I could hear the tinkling of the piano keys as soon as I reached the lobby. Turning the corner, I spied the restaurant, the bar taking up the entire left wall.

“How many, Miss?” greeted the Maître d'.

“Oh, um...actually, I’m just meeting someone here.”

“Certainly,” he smiled, stepping back with a gesture of his hand.

The room was dimly lit, making it harder to see since the sun was setting. But I quickly spotted the back of Lorelei’s blond head, animated as it was in her typical fashion. As I stepped closer to the table, however, I noticed she wasn’t alone. Another woman sat across from her, her profile making me stop in my tracks.

Though we’d never met, I recognized her immediately. If not for the fact that I’d seen photos of her online, but also because she shared so many features of someone whose face I’d grown accustomed to, right down to the dimples. Pausing her conversation with Lorelei, she looked up at me, her lips pursed though the corners turned up as if she and I shared a secret.

“Hello,” said Harry’s sister, Gemma.

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lemmetellastory · 3 years ago

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Okay but, i want Loki to look at Tony’s outfits and he sees that Snow White one, Loki is active in social media, and half of the ideas comes there, so he got the idea that he is gonna make Tony a real Snow White and magic him.

It started out as animals coming to Tony, birds tweeting around his head, squirrels around doing things and when he was in Compound, a DEER came, and all other animals too. No one knew what to do. They didn’t want to hurt animals, animals didn’t hurt Tony or anyone else, there was like a lot of flowers and nuts and rocks and other things they bring, but they didn’t cause trouble, well, trouble for other than Tony because they were following him, everywhere, even in the labs.

Meanwhile, Loki was in his cat form and came with animals and watched Tony while he suffered from animals affection. No one detected him yet and he can easily come on go out of compound that way so he used it to spy on Avengers.

But Tony also fed this animals and sometimes pet them and Loki was a little bit put out the first time Tony petting him caused purrs. But he went back and got more pets.

Everyone was okay with it at that point and they even called the Strange to come look at what is going on but Sanctum was busy and a few animal following Tony had to wait while they dealt with more serious threats. But they were all keeping an eye on Tony.

It just got to the point where it was a new normal when Tony never showed up to an Avengers meeting. They thought he forgot or something but Friday told them she couldn’t wake him since yesterday afternoon and he was still in lab, sleeping.

They got Tony out of lab and tried to understand whatever was going on. Animals were still coming with seeds, nuts, flowers and etc and they were trying to build a shrine around Tony. That finally got everyone freaked out and they called in Strange again.

Strange came and tried to understand what was going on, the magic wasn’t malicious in the roots but there was a spell and it was trying to complete it is task. Real problem was, he didn’t know what completed task would have cost the Stark. For all he knows, to complete it, the man might have to die.

That made everyone more nervous and it was Peter who found out what was going on because he and Friday was looking everything Tony did since the animals started to show. And that was he who realised Tony went to sleep after eating an Apple Pie.

Others tried to look into the pie for possible drugs and other things but Peter got a chart that he went into a Tony’s Snow White colors outfit and social media, and he kinda had to explain everyone that he was following Loki’s social media and he was fun, okay, and Loki tweeting about it, while Loki was watching them in his cat form.

Rhodey was the one who asked if they need to be a prince charming and kiss Tony awake. Peter was pretty sure it was gonna work while Strange was saying they need to bring Loki and ask, what end purpose he cast this spell. Peter’s cries of he is a mischief god, what purpose he would do this otherwise was never heard.

While they all go for the look for Loki, Loki was just sitting next to the Peter and they were both watching Tony sleep. Peter was absentmindedly petting him when Loki decided to talk.

After a nearly heart attack, and Peter was adamant that just because he was young or a superhero, it didn’t mean he couldn’t have a heart attack if a cat started to talk, Loki was offering him a little bit water to calm him down. Peter asked if he came to finally end the curse.

Peter while he had the theme of Snow White on his own, completely forgot that the ending needed a kiss and when Loki went for one, he didn’t know what was going on was shouting and trying to hide his face because Loki was kissing his father figure there but at least it was a peck and he wanted to ask if he couldn’t just lift the curse without the kiss but Tony slowly waking up distracted him.

On the other hand, Tony found the Loki on his face and his brain was telling him to be alert but he was still sleepy and after a second he found Peter hugging him that he woke up finally, how much stressed he was and all that while Loki just smirked an vanished from the room.

After others were alerted to Tony waking up and Peter explaining that he asked Loki to lift the curse and Loki lifting the curse and Peter needing a brain bleach for it and Strange finally declaring Tony didn’t have any more magic on him, everything a little bit settled on.

Tony was… well, uh, he was well rested. He didn’t get a sleep like that for a long time and his body was telling him that was appreciated very much. And even if he did sleep for a while, he was… able to sleep more normally, well, for Tony normal. And he might have thanked Loki, but the god did kiss him, so he was not gonna thank him for it.

And okay, waking up to Loki’s face and his searching gaze and fingers on his chin might be engraved on his mind. Or apparently Peter and Loki had some kind of friendship going on social media and Peter might have sweared that Loki did help him one time or two, but he helped with daggers so he was not going asking his help anyway. He went for Doctor Strange for help, not Loki, and Peter going Doctor Strange for magical help was another thing he didn’t know, and he have to have talks with them because his teenager was apparently needed more help.

Even if Peter argued he was the one who found out what was going on, nothing would have stopped Tony to have the talks. And Peter was telling Loki did Prince Charming kiss to wake him and he had to deal with that before Peter got more ideas to do secretly.

And animals still didn’t left completely. Birds had settled down. Mouses were no where to find, most of the wild forest folk left. There is still a few bunnies or squirrels or cats, but that was normal amount and unless you hand fees them, they are not following anyone around.

Well, there is a black cat that still went into Tony’s lab or settled down next to Peter for pets. Peter named him Kitty but people might have heard him say Lokitty a few times. And that cat was also never around when Strange or any other magic user comes into the compound.

Tony did have a talk with Loki. And they might have had a kiss, or more. And maybe, just maybe, he was sleeping better. Tony didn’t know if it was Loki’s magic or not.

It took a nearly year for him to find out the “Kitty” was Loki himself and yes, he did slept in his room, on his bed when he was a cat too. And listened Tony rambling and yes, Loki was cheating with when to appear or needed and might have cause mischief just for the giggles. And he might have helped sometimes.

It took 5 years, 5 whole years to learn that Loki never had to kiss Tony to wake him up. Loki could have let the magic go any moment. Thats what Strange told them. Peter might have accidentally webbed Loki’s mouth shut because he caused so much need for brain bleach, really. And Lokitty didn’t get pets for a week.

Edit: Instead of an Apple Pie, it could have been an Apple tech, mainly it might be the iPod SHIELD took from Darcy and somehow it ended in Tony`s hands and he was looking what it was and after he took it, he got sleepy. But it felt like more Sleeping Beauty, i don`t know, why Tony eat Apple Pie in his lab also a mystery to me but whichever works i suppose.

Edit2: Darcy finds out where her iPod is and then it is now a magical artifact that causes the sleeping beauty sleep. Made by Loki. She goes for a punch while Peter the real reason why Darcy learned where it is in the first place watches.

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christowhore · 3 years ago

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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helpimhyperfixating · 3 years ago

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P2

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“I’m not coming here again, that is clear.” Jotaro grumbled as he dusted his jacket off. You were standing beside him, giggling a little as you watched his disgruntled look.

The sun was setting and all the children had just left, finally giving Jotaro some respite.

“Ahw.” You pouted playfully, helping him dust off his back a bit. Jotaro sighed and rolled his eyes at your fake sadness, just grabbing your wrist and starting to drag you away from the church with him as you waved back at the nun, darkness slowly starting to set in.

Jotaro soon released your wrist and the two of you were now walking side by side.

“Thank you for today.”

“Hm?” Jotaro hummed, pretending to not know what you were talking about.

“For everything you did. Putting up with the children, helping cheer them up. And especially... with those riders, of course.” You bashfully glanced at him through your eyelashes, only looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“It’s fine.” Jotaro grunted and you almost couldn’t understand him with how heavy the grumble in his voice was.

“No, really. You saved me again.” You stopped him with a hand on his arm and Jotaro turned around to look at you with a questioning look. “How can I make it up to you? I feel like merely a drink isn’t good enough this time.” You chuckled sweetly at your own callback and Jotaro felt his throat close up a bit, wanting to clear it but not wanting to come across as awkward.

“Come riding with me tomorrow.”

It was a simple sentence but neither of you knew how flustered the other was with those mere words hanging in the air.

“Alright. I’d love to.” You spoke after a bit, finally having found your courage to answer while holding a mini panic attack and celebration inside your head and chest.

Jotaro on the other hand was having a small existential crisis.

Both of you were lost in your own heads as you continued walking and quickly, the fork in the road where you split up came. You cleared your throat and turned to him. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then?” You questioned and Jotaro nodded.

“I’ll come by at nine.” He spoke, oozing his usual calm and stoic confidant look. You nodded a little shyly and quickly stood on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking off in the direction of your home, not looking back even once.

Jotaro swallowed heavily as he watched you run away, still feeling the phantom feeling of your lips on his cheek. And then he nearly clocked a dude right in the face when they swung an arm around his shoulder, surprising him.

Joseph screamed like a little girl as he ducked out of the way of the fist.

“Gramps!” Jotaro called out, exasperated.

“Honestly, Joseph, you need to learn how to read someone’s body language.” Caesar sighed. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere as he now stood to Jotaro’s right, Joseph righting himself and putting his arm back around his grandson from the left.

“You two are back in town?” Jotaro questioned, mostly aimed at Caesar as he pulled his grandfather’s arm off of himself and actively ignored him.

“We never left.”

“Yes we’re back.”

Caesar was quick to shut down Joseph’s attempt at a prank and the man pouted.

“How have you put up with him for all these years?” Jotaro questioned, pointing his thumb back to his grandfather.

“It honestly is a mystery to me as well.” Caesar spoke as Joseph let out an offended noise.

“Well screw you too! Here I was, just trying to be happy for my grandson for finding the love of his life, and I get this thrown at me!”

Jotaro actively tried to ignore that statement as he left the two behind and started walking the last leg to his house.

“Joseph, let me talk to your grandson for a bit.” Caesar patted Joseph’s shoulder and - while the man was pouting - he nodded and motioned Caesar to go.

Jotaro immediately noticed the Italian man walking up beside him and pulled his hat down over his eyes a bit. “You haven’t told her yet, have you?” The silence was answer enough and Caesar hummed a bit. “You know what I said before. And, if what we just saw was any indication, she returns your feelings.”

Jotaro once again didn’t say a thing and instead sped up a bit. But Caesar knew he was thinking about his words.

“Oi, Caesar! It’s my turn to talk to my grandson now!” Joseph called out from behind but Caesar was quick to shush him, pushing the older Joestar into another street to take a different route to the Kujo household and give the young man some peace of mind to think.

Tomorrow was a big day after all.

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A knocking on your door made you jump up from where you had anxiously been sitting. Nearly tripping on your way to the door, you managed to catch yourself in time and just opened the door.

There stood Jotaro, looking the same as ever and you sent him a quick smile.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” Jotaro greeted back and he could see you excitedly bouncing, making him chuckle softly as he took a step to the side, giving you a good view of the pitch black horse that was hitched right outside your door.

“Jojo!” You exclaimed happily, running over to the gigantic animal. It was one of the biggest and strongest horses you had seen, an almost blue sheen to its black coat when the sun hit it right.

Upon hearing his name, the horse’s ears turned towards you and you walked up to stand beside it, gently petting its neck.

“Sometimes I think you like him more than me.” Jotaro joked as he walked up behind you after having closed your door that you stupidly left open in your excitement.

“I mean, he is a strong competition but no, I think you still win.” You tilted your head back to look at him and grinned, making Jotaro flick your forehead.

“Let’s go.” He spoke and placed his hands on your waist. The action surprised you and you quickly turned your head away from Jotaro so he couldn’t see your blush at the sudden close contact.

He lifted you without trouble, holding you high enough so that you could swing a leg over the large horse and sit down on the saddle.

“Scoot forward.” Jotaro instructed and you did as he asked while he untied the reins, throwing them back over the neck of the horse before taking hold of the saddle horn and back of the saddle while putting his foot in the stirrup, pulling himself up and swinging his leg over the horse’s back with grace.

Jotaro eased into the saddle, his hand that he used to grab the saddle horn now holding onto the reins, running under your arm and slightly pressed into your side.

Jotaro’s other arm suddenly snuck around your waist, pulling you back just a tiny bit so that your back was pressed into Jotaro’s chest. “Is this more comfortable?” He leaned forward a bit, softly saying that in your ear and making a shudder rack through your body, feeling his breath hit the shell of your ear. God, it was too early to get like this already.

“Y-Yeah.” You let out, clearing your throat as inconspicuously as possible afterwards.

Jotaro just hummed a bit, silently appreciating the cute little stutter in your voice while he let go of your waist, instead moving his hand so that he could hold the reins with both hands now.

Letting out two short clicking noises as he pulled the reins to the left side, Jotaro made Jojo turn, followed up by a small kick into the horse’s belly, urging the beast to start walking.

He almost immediately started up, a steady and confident stride in his steps yet perfectly in tune to the rider on his back.

You knew that Jotaro and Jojo had a good connection, the man having taken care of the animal ever since it was a foal. It still surprised you every day you saw the horse however, of how well trained he was. With its size, it could most likely trample everything in its path, yet he was the definition of a gentle giant.

It was your personal belief that the reason for that was because Jotaro had always doted on the animal. He had never admitted to it but you knew that despite the hardass, asshole attitude he had, he loved this horse.

“Relax a bit, you’re completely stiff.” Jotaro suddenly spoke up from behind you and you realised you had been lost in thought.

“Oh, sorry.” You quietly spoke, shuffling your butt a tiny bit to get a little more comfortable in the saddle. You might be a bit cramped and pushed to the front, but it was a lot better than sitting behind the saddle on the rump of the horse. Not only was there not a comfortable saddle back there, Jotaro’s massive frame also made it so that you could never properly look around. The two of you had tried that once the very first time, but after that it was always ‘you in front, Jotaro behind you’. Not that you rode with Jotaro too often. In fact, in the two years you knew him, it had only happened a handful of times. And yet, here you now sat.

“I thought I said relax.” Jotaro suddenly grumbled from behind, wrapping his arm back around your waist and pulling you back so that you were fully leaning against his chest. Instantly, you could feel yourself start to blush heavily as you began to properly sway with the movements of the horse, your back pressed against Jotaro.

“Sorry, uh, I was a bit lost in thought.” You tried to excuse yourself, the awkward smile on your face that he couldn’t see turning into surprise when Jotaro put his chin on the top of your head. In response to you he said nothing, only humming a bit, which you felt vibrate a little on your head.

You could feel Jotaro turn his head left and right as he looked both ways before crossing the street, lifting his head from yours once you reached the other side and spurring the horse into a light trot.

Jojo’s hooves pounded satisfyingly on the dirt road, the horse’s trot a comfortable ride despite his large size.

At the end of the street, Jotaro went right and you both passed the small church.

The sister just so happened to be outside, cleaning the steps and now looking up to see the two young people ride by. You noticed her as well, sending a smile and a wave while Jotaro subtly nodded, almost impossible to see for the nun who stood so far away. Yet still she smiled warmly and waved back, her look turning a bit more knowing as the horse passed by. She could almost smell what was blooming between those two from where she stood.

After a few minutes of a relaxed trot, you two were almost out of town when,

“JOTARO!”

The loud yet faraway shout made you lift your head up and look around while Jotaro gritted his teeth and pointedly refused to look anywhere but right in front of himself.

“Hey! Jotaro!”

At that, the man sitting behind you spurred his horse into a canter, holding you up against himself as he stood up in the stirrups slightly so that the animal beneath you could properly move.

Jotaro just noped the fuck out the moment he heard his grandfather’s voice. Whatever he wanted, it could wait. He had let his mother know he would most likely be gone most of the day if not all day with his horse and he was sure his mother would have told the old man as well. Right now, he was fairly certain that Joseph had seen you sitting in front and if he was allowed to talk to you, he’d definitely do everything he could to embarrass Jotaro. And no way was he letting that happen.

Running away when you were on horse and the pursuer on foot made it almost too easy and Jotaro looked back briefly, seeing the old man stand in the middle of the road, looking defeated as he became smaller and smaller while the pair on horseback left the town.

As soon as he thought you were far enough away, Jotaro slowed Jojo back into a trot and then back into a step, settling back into the saddle with you and unwrapping his left arm from your waist.

Or at least, that was the plan until his hand got snagged in your belt loop. Confused at first, he tugged just a little firmer, accidentally tugging at you while he felt something digging into the side of his hand, piercing through his skin.

“Oh!” You exclaimed in a bit of surprise when Jotaro nearly tugged you forward into the saddle.

Jotaro swallowed before he looked down over your shoulder as to what had happened, having no choice but to rest his wrist against your hipbone.

Somehow, he had trapped two of his fingers in your belt, and now the prong of your belt buckle had just straight up embedded itself into the side of the palm of his hand.

“Shit, sorry.” Jotaro quickly apologised as he tried to twist his hand out, but the prong punctured into his hand refrained him from moving without it digging painfully into his hand.

“No, it’s okay, just- here-“ Your delicate fingers wrapped around his, stopping him from squirming as you then pressed his hand flat into your stomach, using the clearer view to see how you could untangle him. “Who was that anyway?”

“My grandfather.” Jotaro answered as he felt himself blush, feeling the soft expanse of your stomach beneath his hand - even if it still was covered up with your shirt - was enough to make the boy flustered.

When you untangled his fingers, the prong still inside his hand, Jotaro couldn’t keep himself from softly squeezing your stomach. Just a small twitch of his fingers, digging the pads down just a little bit. It felt wrong to do morally but... god, he wanted to be able to keep doing that. Maybe Caesar was right. He had been doubting whether or not he should use today to confess but-

Unknowingly, in his thoughts, Jotaro squeezed again. While you hadn’t noticed the first time, you did now.

The man stopped breathing for a second, afraid he had overstepped and that you’d be mad, but you merely quietly apologised for hurting him, slowly and carefully sliding his hand off the prong, some blood dripping from the small puncture wound in his hand.

Jotaro moved his hand to the side so he wouldn’t bleed on either your clothes or his saddle, simultaneously looking away to the right to hide his raging blush as he gently pulled on the reins to make Jojo stop walking.

He got himself stuck and then impulsively touched you when you pressed his hand into your stomach, yet you were too oblivious to notice. Granted, you were the one to place his hand there, but still. Your mind was just so focused on helping him that you didn’t even notice the world around you. You were so sweet and selfless.

Of course Jotaro couldn’t have helped but fall head over heels for you.

Procuring a handkerchief from somewhere within your pocket, you grasped Jotaro’s hand again and gently wrapped it up.

The man shifted a little in the saddle behind you as you tied the knot and he cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

“No problem, uhm- oh! We stopped.” You only just now noticed and Jotaro turned his head back forward so he could look down on you. God, you really were oblivious, making his heart tighten fondly in his chest. “Anyways, why’d you run away from your grandpa?”

“Because I know him and if I stopped, we would have never left town.” Jotaro explained, and, in a way, he was not lying. For, if his grandfather had teased him and you, Jotaro might have just gotten cold feet and turned around with a ruined mood.

With a small sigh to shake that thought off, Jotaro spurred Jojo back into walking, the horse’s firm steps easily and quickly bringing them up and down the uneven terrain of the planes.

“So, where are we going?” You spoke up after a bit.

“The forest right outside the planes.”

You gasped at that and twisted your body around to look at Jotaro with a massive smile. “Really?!” He merely hummed in affirmation and an excited laugh burst from your throat, with you slinging your arms around Jotaro in a giddy hug.

“Hey, don’t be reckless, I have to ride.” Jotaro chastised you, but really it was just because he could feel his cheeks flame up, his heart beating sporadically at feeling your chest pressed against his and your arms around him.

At that you pulled back (Jotaro managing just in time to steel his expression), a sly look on your face. “Jojo is a competent enough horse, he can steer himself.”

“Tch.”

“That is a subtle way of me saying you raised him well, mister.” Your voice turned a little softer, an almost proud undertone shining through that made a small blush appear on the brooding man’s cheeks at your compliment.

“S-Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Ohhh, that was the wrong thing to say for Jotaro. His breathing became a bit laboured as he immediately thought of all the ways he could in fact shut you up while you turned to sit straight again. His hands holding the reigns squeezed hard and to make sure you wouldn’t notice, he released his left hand and instead placed it on his thigh, bunching the fabric there and squeezing tightly while his right hand that was still in your view was completely lax, just nonchalantly holding the reigns.

“If I want to compliment you I will, there’s nothing you can do about it.” You finished your statement after a second or two and Jotaro released his thigh. Of course, this was you he was talking about. Little old oblivious and innocent you who had no idea what effects simple words from you had on him.

“Compliment those who want it.” Was his gruff response but inside he wanted to kick himself. He did want your compliments, he was just shit at accepting them.

“I sure will.” You smiled slyly and suddenly leaned forward, leaving the warmth of Jotaro’s chest as you hovered your upper body over the neck of the horse you were sat on. “Jojo, you’re such a good boy! So strong and pretty! Yes you are! Yes!” You cooed at the animal, now affectionately patting and slapping the horse’s neck, getting a snort and happy turning of the ears in return.

“Don’t praise him so much, he’ll get spoiled.” Jotaro’s voice piped up from behind you, sounding a little disgruntled.

“You said to compliment those who want it. And besides, what can I say, I got a lot of love to give.” You shrugged with a small smile as you sat back up, twisting backwards in the saddle just a little so you could look at Jotaro.

“Well, put it elsewhere.”

“Like with you?” You teased and Jotaro turned his head to the side, tilting it down a little so his hat would obstruct your view of his face, though you saw the slight pout he sported.

“If it keeps you from turning my horse into a brat.” He responded, making you laugh lightly.

Now he had to accept your compliments, whether he wanted to or not.

- - - -

It took about an hour and a half of riding to cross the planes, switching between a step and a trot every now and then to speed the process up just a little bit.

The view was beautiful of course, some wild animals roaming around through nature. At one point a herd of wild horses had ran past, much to your awe and delight.

But still you were more than excited to get to the forest. You hadn’t been there in so long due to how far away it was, even on horseback, and now couldn’t wait.

Right now, Jojo was slowly climbing a small hill, huffing and snorting a bit as Jotaro needed to keep the reigns taut. It was steep and one of the few things the horse was still fussy about doing, especially now that he had two people on his back. Jotaro had to keep a firm and steady hand to keep him in check, making his arms tightly sit against your sides to do so, even squeezing a bit in order to keep the reigns steady.

You knew that was the reason for it of course, but still, you couldn’t help but blush at feeling his arms so tightly against you, caging you in and keeping you steady while his chin leaned on your shoulder, his hot breath fanning past your cheek as he looked down over you at what he was doing.

Finally, you reached the top of the hill. Jotaro let up on the tight squeeze of his arms at your sides and only now you suddenly noticed how his thighs had been squeezing as well, his knees pressed against your legs. “Sorry.” He mumbled and you cleared your throat.

“No it’s okay, you needed to.”

Jotaro hummed a bit at that and suddenly leaned forward, pressing his chest into your back and pushing you down as he gave the side of Jojo’s neck a few approving slaps for climbing the hill.

He had attempted to lean a bit around you but that proved futile as he pushed you down with him all the same.

Sitting back up together, you opened and closed your mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say, but all of those thoughts were thrown out the window when you saw the forest, the landscape having been hidden behind the hill before.

Your sudden gasp slightly scared Jotaro, afraid it was because of him pushing you down and that he fucked up, but when he saw you turn around to look at him with that giant smile and sparkle in your eye, he knew it was fine.

“Do you want to take us there?” He asked all of a sudden and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

When you didn’t get the hint because you were looking back at him, Jotaro playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your right hand, making you snap your head forward to see his large hand enveloping yours, leading it over to the reigns he was still loosely holding in his left before wrapping your hand around the leather.

“R-Really?” You asked back at him, genuinely taken aback. You didn’t expect Jotaro to so easily give you the reigns to the horse he cared so much about. He was completely calm and relaxed, a small hint of a smile playing on his lips as he urged you to take it with your other hand as well, as if it was no big deal. He just handed you the control and trusted you with barely a word. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just use both hands, he’s a strong horse.” Jotaro answered from behind, his voice a little more soft than you were used to and you felt yourself start to blush again.

Bringing your other hand up, you gripped the reigns with both hands, making Jotaro let go with his left as well, completely leaving you in control.

Jotaro gently nudged his heels and Jojo started stepping again.

Almost immediately after getting moving, a pair of hands landed on your waist and you looked down to see Jotaro was holding onto you like that, his hands on your waist so he wouldn’t fall.

In all honesty, you highly doubted he would fall at all, ever. But you couldn’t fault him for just wanting to hang on, so you didn’t say anything, instead just silently musing about how nice and warm and big his hands were.

Jotaro, at the same time, was musing about how small and soft you felt while he was holding you, trying to calm down his beating heart from making the bold move to hold you like this.

A curve in the road was coming up and you pulled the reigns to the right softly, only for Jojo to keep going forward, seemingly not heeding your signal at all.

You tried again, a little firmer this time, but still nothing. “He- He’s not turning.” You spoke with a small voice, feeling embarrassment wash over you. All you had been given were reigns and you couldn’t even make a simple turn to the right correctly?

Jotaro, hearing you and sensing your distress, gave your waist a small squeeze. “It’s alright.” He spoke but you felt disappointed in yourself. “Jojo’s not an easy horse.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.” Your lips were curved down a bit and when you pulled on the reigns to try and get him to stop, Jojo wouldn’t even do that. A small noise left you and Jotaro was quick to grab hold of the reigns as well, pulling firmly with one hand and getting the horse to stop.

You let go of the reigns and buried your face in your hands while Jotaro let go as well, bringing his hand back to his side and leaning it on his leg as he looked at the back of your neck, his other hand still on your waist. “I’m sorry.” Your apology was a bit muffled but a soft look chased away the usual frown that Jotaro wore at your words.

“There’s no need to be. Jojo is stubborn and it takes practice to ride him.”

“I have not ever seen him be stubborn. He is literally the sweetest horse I know.” You said, lifting your head from your hands and looking back at Jotaro. For the first time you noticed the uncharacteristically soft look on his face and you suddenly felt a lot better already.

“That’s because you’ve only ever seen him with me.” At that you raised an eyebrow, a faint smile returning to your lips, much to Jotaro’s delight.

“Oh so he is only so sweet when you’re around, huh?” You remarked, getting a soft snort from Jotaro. “See, I told you you trained him well.” You then said softly and a warm feeling spread through the man’s chest.

“Want to try again? I’ll help.”

Nodding, you turned back around in the saddle and grabbed hold of the reins a little hesitantly.

“With Jojo it is important to keep your elbows pressed into your sides at all times.” He gently cupped your elbows and pushed them into your sides. Jojo, who had hung his head low to graze a bit at a small patch of grass, was forced to raise his head now that the reins went a little taut.

With your elbows in place, Jotaro shuffled a little bit more back before sliding you back up against him, his chest pressing against you and allowing you to feel the muscle even through the clothing in between.

Bringing his arms around yours, Jotaro grasped hold of your hands, enveloping them with his own and holding onto the reins that way. His head was leaned forward and his cheek almost pressed against yours as he looked over your shoulder.

“Be confident but don’t suddenly tug.” He explained as he showed exactly what he meant, pulling his - and by extension your - hand outward to the right, gentle but firm.

Almost immediately, Jojo started turning on his axis, Jotaro giving a small nudge in the stallion’s belly to get him to start moving again when he was pointed in the right direction.

“He knows you’re the one doing it, he just has a soft spot for you.” You remarked, but Jotaro happily noted the sweet lilt in your voice, showing you were no longer that hung up about the whole thing.

Still, he couldn’t help but want to cheer you up even more. “If we are being honest, I think he has a soft spot for you too. Not many can approach him like you do. Not even my grandfather can.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” Jotaro hummed affirmatively. “He gets huffy when they do. But not with you.” He leaned sideways to the right a little bit as he said that last sentence, allowing him to turn his head left to properly look at you and bring his point home.

Your eyes were a bit wide as you looked at him before a smile split your face. Jotaro had the sudden urge to press a kiss to your temple but refrained himself, sitting straight in the saddle again and focusing back on the reins and how his hands sat over yours.

Suddenly kicking into the belly of the beast, Jotaro spurred his horse into a trot when you reached the bottom of the large hill, much to your surprise. “Try turning.” Jotaro spoke over the sound of the hooves.

His hands were still over yours, giving you some confidence but still, you tried pulling the reins left, Jotaro guiding you a bit as he helped pull firmer, showing you exactly how hard you needed to work the reins to get Jojo to turn.

In a steady trot, you started to zig-zag on the road. After the fifth turn, Jotaro was no longer helping with pulling the reins and he let go, returning his hands to holding onto your waist.

Jojo was powerfully trotting to the left and you now tried to steer him back to the middle of the path, without even the semblance of Jotaro helping doing it. And, without a fuss or huff, Jojo turned - just as smoothly as he did when Jotaro was the one in control.

A wave of pride flushed through your chest and Jotaro watched as you guided Jojo the rest of the way to the forest.

Once you were about fifteen meters away, you pulled the reins and Jojo slowed down to a step.

“Well done.” Jotaro praised you before looking around a bit. “Stop here.” He said after a few meters and you pulled the reins, bringing the horse to a stop.

Reaching his hand around you again, Jotaro grabbed hold of the saddle horn before swinging his left leg over the animal and dismounting, holding his arms up for you moments after.

You put the reins behind the horn before scooting back in the saddle and swinging your left leg over Jojo as well, only, different from Jotaro, you swung it over his neck so that you were sitting sideways in the saddle. This allowed Jotaro to grab you by the waist and lift you off, gently placing you on the ground.

Once he was sure you were steady, he stepped up to the side of Jojo and patted his neck a few times before swinging the reins over the animal’s head so that he could lead him.

Taking hold of the leather reins in his left hand, Jotaro expectantly turned back to face you and you smiled, realising what he meant.

You skipped up to beside him and stood next to him, ready to enter the forest for the first time in like three years.

Jojo had a different plan however as he suddenly stepped sideways, walking from Jotaro’s left side, over to the right, where you stood - forcing Jotaro to switch the reins behind his back from his left hand to his right - and nudging your shoulder with his head.

“Oh!” You called out in surprise as you were thrown forward a bit by the powerful nudge before turning around. Placing your hand on the nose of the animal, you gently scratched his forehead and neck, Jotaro smirking at you from the side.

“I told you he likes you.”

- - - -

Jotaro watched as you ran around the forest in awe.

Months ago, he had heard you talk about the last time you went to the forest. The sparkle and longing in your eyes as you did showed him how much you loved the collection of trees and he vowed back then to take you to one one day.

And he had to admit you were right, it was really pretty. Though, his eyes were mainly focused on you, not the forest.

With his left hand still holding onto Jojo’s lead, Jotaro followed with his horse as you frolicked through the trees, looking at every bush and plant as if it was your first time seeing green.

“Y/N, don’t stray too far!” He called out when he had to lead his horse around a closer cluster of trees that the large animal he was leading couldn’t fit through.

Walking around, Jotaro looked to where you had been, only to see you nowhere in sight. “Y/N?”

Walking forward, he looked around with furrowed brows, slight worry eating away at him in the pit of his stomach. Where did you go? He called your name once more, once again with no answer.

Suddenly, a pinecone hit him right on the nose, making him curse loudly.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I-!” Jotaro slowly raised his head up, following the sound of your voice to see you sitting in between the branches of a tree, your hand guiltily slapped in front of your mouth. Quietly muttering, “I didn’t meant to.”

“Ouch.” He pointedly spoke, holding direct eye contact with you and you quickly climbed out of the tree, jumping down the last bit by hanging off a branch and dropping a way too large drop for Jotaro’s liking before rushing over.

“I didn’t mean to hit you in the face, I just wanted to get you by surprise.” You apologised as you took his face into your hands, checking him over and gently running your thumb over the bridge of his nose where a very tiny chafe now marred the side.

“You’re shit at throwing things, you should know that by now.” Jotaro said and raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah...” You admitted with your head hung low before looking up at him through your lashes, looking a little bit like a kicked puppy. “Are you okay?”

“Y/N, I’ve been hit with a lot worse than a pinecone, especially with your weak throw.” He grabbed both your wrists, though he did not pull your hands away from his face, just simply holding you; Jojo’s leash now just hanging on his arm.

“Oi, now you’re just being mean.” You pouted and the corner of Jotaro’s mouth quirked up.

“I think I am allowed to. You assaulted me.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“But are you?”

“Yes!” You nearly shrieked out, Jotaro cocking his head a little to the side as he looked at you.

All of a sudden, you realised how close to each other you were standing, your nose mere centimeters from touching his.

Jotaro saw you visibly start as you pulled back a bit, an awkward smile on your face as you cleared your throat.

You took a step back, letting go of his face and bringing your arms down, though Jotaro was still holding your wrists.

“Well, at least you’re okay.” You smiled a bit while Jotaro looked at you, closing his eyes a second later as he released your wrists.

“You are a real problem sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” You giggled softly and Jotaro huffed in amusement.

“I’ll just have to keep an eye on you.”

With that, he grabbed hold of your left hand, pulling you to his side before starting to walk forward, having re-gripped the reins in his left so he could lead Jojo along.

Your eyes were slightly wide, a light blush on your face as you were dragged along with him.

Walking in step with the man next to you, your eyes were stuck between looking around and constantly honing back in on him. You couldn’t help it.

His hand was so confidently holding yours, a firm grip while he led you along through the forest.

Opting to just take it as it is, you went to look around again, a small blush on your cheeks while your eyes trailed up to the canopy of the trees, seeing two birds sitting side by side.

Suddenly, you tripped over a branch that got stuck between your feet, saved only by Jotaro’s hold on you as he quickly reacted and pulled your arm up, keeping you from face planting on the forest floor.

“T-Thanks.” You breathed out as you used his hand and arm to clumsily get yourself back on your feet.

Jotaro merely grunted in response but suddenly interlaced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a small squeeze. “Try not to trip again.”

You looked up at him in surprise but he was looking forward, his ears a slight red hue while most of his face was shadowed by his hat.

Opting to just stay silent, you looked around at the forest, simultaneously relishing inside your head as to how nicely Jotaro’s hand fit around yours, his fingers tightening and re-gripping your hand once.

Coming from all around, the sounds of the forest calmed your beating heart. Jojo’s hooves softly stomping on the forest floor - paired with your and Jotaro’s footsteps - birds chirping and singing to each other, the wind rushing through the canopies, rustling the leaves of the trees.

You thought that maybe you’d be disappointed when you came back here after years. That the memories you made as a younger you would have overblown and made things way more fantasised and pretty than it actually was; that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Silently, Jotaro watched you as you looked around. Your face was stuck in a constant state of awe, a happy glint in your eye that would not leave as you took in the forest around you, amazed and perplexed.

His heart was absolutely hammering in his chest as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He didn’t know if it was a conscious action on your part, but whenever you would see something that caught your attention, your fingers would twitch in excitement, giving his hand the gentlest of squeezes that made him way more flustered than he’d like to admit.

God, Jotaro had it down bad for you, and he didn’t know if he could keep his feelings in for much longer.

He had a hunch that you liked him back, but he wasn’t sure. And on the off chance that you didn’t like him back, was it worth the risk losing your friendship as it was now?

As he let his eyes drift to the side and away from you, he suddenly spotted something.

“Y/N.” He uttered your name as a mere whisper, making you turn your head with a questioning look as he brought his left hand to his lips, making a shushing motion.

Turning to his left, he quickly wrapped Jojo’s reins around a thick tree branch sticking out, leaving his horse tied down as he then quietly walked forward, taking you with him by the hand he was still holding you with. You got the hint to remain quiet and followed him as stealthily as possible.

Sneaking around trees, Jotaro made you crouch down low as he continued to lead you with him. Right up until you both sat down behind a fallen over log.

Once more motioning you to keep quiet, Jotaro lifted his hand and pointed a little bit to the right. You followed his arm to where he was pointing, only to see a cluster of wild deer standing there, grazing.

A small quiet gasp left you as you saw them and you turned to look at Jotaro, a giant smile on your face that made his heart skip a beat. He squeezed your hand in response and you tightly gripped his’ back while you looked at the animals again.

Just feeling you so tightly hold on, your shoulder touching his as you were crouched behind the fallen over log, there was nowhere else that Jotaro would rather be.

“Did you know fawns do not have a detectable smell? That way predators cannot smell and find them.” Jotaro quietly spoke up, having leaned a bit more into you to whisper that into your ear so that the deer would not get alerted by your presences.

“Really?” You questioned, almost with childlike wonder, and Jotaro nodded, the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly, showing how content he was. “What else?” You questioned, hoping he knew more.

“Well, some deer have been seen eating infant birds, which is uncanny since deer are primarily herbivores.” Jotaro said that with a little hesitancy. He just said the first thing that came to mind, realising only once he said it how gruesome what he actually said was. But you were quick to put him at ease.

“Oh that’s nasty. I thought they were the nice animals.” You joked a bit as you turned back to watching the deer.

Reassured by your words, Jotaro continued. “Some mothers digest their foetuses if times are hard and she is malnourished.” By now, he was not looking at the deer at all anymore. Just watching your expressions as you looked at the animals and your reactions to the information he gave you. Wanting to see you react to his words, to him.

“How hard would surviving have to be if you need to resort to... that.” Jotaro watched as your brows furrowed a bit, your lips turning downwards some as you showed compassion for those deer that you most likely would never even cross paths with. “What else?” Your whisper was barely audible but Jotaro did hear and swallowed a bit nervously. Oh god, why was he nervous?

“Well, deer practice both polygamy as well as monogamy.” His eyes drifted down to your hands still entwined together, drifting back up after to see your reaction.

“Huh, I thought the bucks would just... get whatever female they can have.” You spoke, still looking entranced by the animals further ahead.

“No. Some- some mate for life.”

His words were accompanied by a soft squeeze of your hand and with that, you finally turned back to look at Jotaro. And right then and there he decided that; yes, it was worth it.

“Y/N.” He started as he turned to his right, now fully facing you, making you turn your body slightly toward him as well while he had his head tilted down, burning holes into the log to his left as he questioned himself. Was he really just gonna do it?

“Jotaro?” You questioned after a minute of silence.

Jotaro looked at the forest floor for a second longer before abruptly raising his head. “I’m in love with you.”

Blinking twice, it took a second before you recoiled a bit in shock, Jotaro looking right into your eyes as he said that, looking the most serious he could and only then did the words he spoke actually sink in. “...What?” You questioned with a breathless voice, your eyes wide.

“You heard me. I don’t want to say it again.” Jotaro leaned forward and grabbed your other hand as well, his eyes darting down to it and back up to your eyes.

He gently tugged you towards himself, placing your hand on his side before letting go and putting his left hand on the side of your face, his right still entwined with yours. Slowly, he started leaning in, searching your eyes to see what you were thinking.

“Jotaro?” You whispered softly, an unsure tone in your voice.

“Stop me if you don’t want it.” He quietly said back before leaning in fully, softly connecting his lips with yours as he closed his eyes.

Your eyes were wide as your brain tried to catch up with what was happening. But then, your eyes just fluttered closed and tentatively, you leaned into him, kissing back.

Feeling you kiss back, a massive weight got lifted from Jotaro’s shoulders and he wasted no time, eagerly sliding his hand from your jaw to the back of your head so he could pull you closer, deepening the kiss sweetly as he tilted his head a bit.

He had waited so long for this, and it was everything he had imagined it would be so many times. It was addicting. You were addicting. But this was one addiction he did not want to stop.

Your lips were just so soft and warm and the feeling of kissing you after all this time made that nervous flutter in his chest into a fire. With his hand still holding yours he squeezed softly, his lips continuing to move with yours before you squeezed back, making Jotaro hum a bit.

Slowly, the two of you broke apart, Jotaro returning his hand back to cupping your cheek, very gently running his thumb over your cheekbone as he took in your flushed face.

For the first time ever, a deep red blush was visible to you on his face as well, and just the thought of him blushing so much over you caused your own blush to burn even brighter.

The two of you just looked at each other in silence for a bit, stunned and letting sink in what actually just happened.

“Did you ever realise I was sweet on you?” Jotaro questioned after a bit and you shook your head, though your heart skipped a beat at his words. “You really are oblivious then.” He spoke but there was a small smile on his face, his thumb still rubbing back and forth. “Everyone else seemed to see it, even the brats you teach. But I guess it worked out for the best.” With that he lifted his right hand, turning it so that the back of your hand was facing him as he brought it up to his mouth. He didn’t outright press a kiss to it, just simply holding it there against his lips, but you felt butterflies crashing around in your stomach at the action.

“I-I’m sorry then.” You apologised but Jotaro clicked his tongue, bringing your hands down and finally untangling them as he instead brought it up to cradle your head, his eyes piercing into yours.

“Don’t ever apologise. I don’t want you to change, you don’t have to. Understood?”

You nodded a small nod, lost in his eyes as he wouldn’t look away.

“Good.” He fell into a small silence as his face shifted to appear a little warmer again. “Can- I kiss you again?”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly and Jotaro’s gaze drifted down to your lips, slowly leaning forward-

Several thumps echoed through the forest and both your heads shot up to see the entire herd of deer suddenly springing and running away, rapidly moving in the direction of you and Jotaro before rushing past to the right, huffing and grunting slightly as they ran.

“W-Why did they do that?” You asked, having a hunch you did not like as the both of you quickly got up onto your feet properly.

“Something must have spooked them.” Jotaro remarked, scanning the tree line and you looked up at him with worry. “Let’s go, come on.”

You were about to start moving when harsh barks and growls echoed from behind you two, further into the forest.

Your eyes widened in fear but Jotaro wasted no time in grabbing your hand as he started running through the forest, back to where he left Jojo.

More barks sounded, getting louder as you ran and Jotaro whistled loudly, warning Jojo to get ready as the two of you ran towards the horse.

As soon as you reached the large animal, a howl sounded behind yourself and you gasped, starting to look behind you but not getting the chance to as Jotaro picked you up by your hips and lifted you onto the saddle.

Having a good view and vantage point now, you easily saw the pack of wolves running through the trees towards you while Jotaro quickly untangled the reins, throwing them over his horse’s neck before putting his foot into the stirrup.

“Jojo, go!” Jotaro shouted out, his left leg barely over the animal’s back as he pulled the reins to the right, the horse immediately reacting as all his muscles - that had been tensed in preparation - were now being utilised, the animal shooting forward as if an arrow out of a bow while Jotaro only still hung on the side.

And right on time, as the wolves reached you the moment Jojo began running, leaving them going in pursuit while Jotaro finished slinging his leg over the saddle, jamming his other foot into the stirrup.

The man behind you immediately stood up in the stirrups as Jojo accelerated into a gallop in just a few seconds. With his right arm around your waist, Jotaro lifted you up with him as well, holding you pressed firmly against his chest since you didn’t have the stirrups to stand in.

Leaning forward over the neck of the horse, you could feel Jotaro’s breath against your ear, the man’s warm chest pressed firmly against your back as he held you up and simultaneously tilted forward, providing as little air resistance as possible to run.

Horse hooves galloped over the dirt, the sounds heavy and thundering as Jojo ran at full speed through the forest, dodging trees left and right, branches breaking as the horse barrelled through underbrush.

The wolves growled and barked hard, nipping at the larger animal’s side when they could. “Come on, Jojo!” Jotaro shouted, the horse pushing just a bit harder and gaining on the canines.

Bursting through even more bushes, a thick fallen over tree suddenly blocked the way. Without missing a beat, Jojo vaulted over it, all the noise momentarily seemed to cease as you flew through the air, right up until the stallion crashed back onto the forest floor. Immediately, Jojo rushed on, sprinting ahead while the wolves jumped over the log as well, still in pursuit.

Wind rushed past, trees still being dodged left and right by the horse right up until he reached the edge of the forest, breaking through brush and running out, back onto the plains, the loud barks and growls of the wolves going in pursuit slowly dwindling and decreasing the farther away from the forest you got - the canines no longer finding it worth it to waste their energy by going in pursuit.

Jotaro chanced a glance behind as you continued to gallop away, seeing the wolves slow down and stop, just watching as you all ran away, becoming smaller and smaller with each second.

- - - -

After what felt like forever, Jotaro finally pulled on the reins, slowing Jojo into a canter before going into a trot and then a step, sitting back down in the saddle, bringing you down with him as well and finally letting go of his arm around your waist.

His breathing was slightly heavy as he pulled once more, coming to a complete stop.

Slightly turning around in the saddle and looking behind himself once more, there was no sign of the wolves and Jotaro let out a deep sigh, turning forward again and lifting his hat from his head to run a hand through his hair before putting it back on.

Putting one hand on your waist, Jotaro leaned forward and patted Jojo’s neck, calming the animal down as he praised it.

“That was, uh- that was- yeah, that was.” You concluded, just shortly laughing at the end, more to get rid of the nerves and adrenalin that had been shooting through your body than anything else.

“It was.” Jotaro chuckled softly as you looked back at him, just huffing a laugh of your own as you turned to look forward again, instead slumping back into Jotaro, leaning against him as you let out a deep sigh; Jotaro automatically placing his hands on your hips to hold you.

“It could’ve gone quite wrong had you and Jojo not been as fast as you were.” You took in a deep breath before sitting up straight again, figuring to not put all your weight on the man behind you. “I forgot that was the reason why my dad always carried a massive rifle when we used to go there.” You said but heard Jotaro ‘tch’ behind you as he let you go.

A disagreeing rumble sounded from in his chest. “There’s no need to shoot innocent animals just because they are hungry or feel threatened.”

“Thinking like that will easily get you into trouble, partner.” A new voice said, making you and Jotaro snap to attention, seeing a man with another rider behind him - both of them carrying rifles - walking up from behind, putting you both on high alert.

A snarl developed on Jotaro’s face as he crossed eyes with the man up front. “You. What do you want?”

Your eyes were slightly wide as you recognised him. He was the leader of the group of riders who had come to rob the church yesterday...

The man’s eyes glided from Jotaro, down to you, and back up while he circled around, and Jotaro didn’t like it one bit, snaking his right arm around your waist and discreetly yet protectively pulling you closer.

Looking behind himself from the corner of his eye, Jotaro took note of the other rider - he had hung back and was now walking his horse to stand behind Jojo - though his main focus remained on the man from yesterday.

“Well what kind of greeting is that? I see you still haven’t learnt some manners, boy. But then again, why would you?” The man from before grinned and Jotaro narrowed his eyes. While his friend was just a few meters behind, this outlaw was standing about seven meters away in front. “Do you have any guesses as to why we’re here?”

“...”

Jotaro didn’t say anything as he sized the other man up, a dangerous glare on his face, borderline scowl.

Seeing as Jotaro wasn’t answering, the man took it upon himself to do so, a suddenly dangerous aura around him, masked by mock politeness. “Let me get straight to the point then. You know what you did with your little stunt yesterday?” He cocked his head, trying to incite a physical response though he got none. “You humiliated me. Hurt my pride.” He placed his hand on his chest as if in hurt, looking down for a second before snapping his eyes open and staring into Jotaro’s eyes with an almost deranged look. “And I care about my pride. So I think I’ll hurt something you care about.”

Your eyes widened as the world seemed to slow down, the man pulling his revolver up and pointing it at straight you, the sound of a gun cocking behind yourselves as well.

Yet Jotaro was faster, signaling Jojo and making the horse spring into action on the command.

The giant black stallion bucked backward and slammed his hind legs into the rider standing behind himself, causing the man to be roughly kicked out of the saddle, instantly taken out of the fight by the harsh impact of the giant animal’s hooves on his temple and torso, his horse scaring and sprinting away simultaneously.

A gunshot sounded at the same time, a bullet whizzing just over your and Jotaro’s heads.

The leader had aimed for your head but due to Jojo bucking, you and Jotaro had leaned down, the bullet shooting past where your heads had just been.

Jojo landed back on all four of his legs and Jotaro kicked his belly, urging him to go, but the outlaw was quicker than Jotaro expected, him having already reloaded before the horse could even start to run.

You felt Jotaro’s hand on your waist tighten as he yanked you aside to the right just when a gunshot sounded.

Attempting to shield himself with his left arm, Jotaro let out a short shout in pain as the bullet seared through his flesh, shooting straight through the middle of his forearm and embedding itself right underneath his left clavicle.

“Jotaro!!” You called out in fear and Jotaro gritted his teeth, growling slightly as he let go of your waist after pulling you back up, yanking the reins to the left to make Jojo turn while he grabbed his gun from behind his back, aiming it at the man.

Said man had his gun pointed at Jotaro in a similar fashion, once more resulting in a stand off between the two.

“What’re you gonna do now that there ain’t no sheriff to come to your aid?” The outlaw smirked but Jotaro calmly stared down the barrel of the gun.

“Don’t need one.”

With that, he fired his gun while simultaneously making Jojo prance up, confusing the gang member enough to make his bullet go wide, only for the man to yelp as Jotaro’s bullet shot into his gun, making him drop the thing.

You fell back into Jotaro when the stallion suddenly got up on his hind legs, the young man letting out a pained grunt as you did, right before Jojo fell back down on all fours.

Jotaro wasted no time in slinging his right arm around your waist again to hold you, kicking his heels to make Jojo storm forward where Jotaro gave a signal for his horse to turn left with his foot, yanking his right leg out of the stirrup to instead harshly kick the outlaw out of his saddle.

Yelling in anger and pain as he fell, he was abruptly silenced as he got the wind knocked out of him by landing on the ground, his horse panicking and running away quick and fast.

With a groan he tilted his head up, seeing his gun lay on the ground not far from him and he quickly made a lunge for it, grabbing it with both hands yet freezing as he heard the heavy hoof-falls behind him step once, twice, before stopping. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Jotaro high atop his horse, a threatening image with the man’s only reassurance being the iron in his hands.

Jotaro, calm as could be, just simply drifted his eyes to the gun, acknowledging it before looking back into the eyes of the outlaw with a cold look.

“Try it. Let’s see who’s the fastest gun.”

The man’s breath hitched. There was no doubt or hesitation in Jotaro, his threatening glare pointed down as he challenged him

Everything seemed to quiet down and freeze for a second, the stare off between the two feeling like an eternity yet lasting no more than two seconds. But with nothing to lose, the outlaw suddenly hardened his stare and abruptly rolled onto his back, providing a dodging movement as he simultaneously brought his gun up, ready to fire haphazardly.

Yet Jotaro was two steps ahead of him, his gun already brought up, aimed, and the trigger pulled before the outlaw had even the chance to put his finger on it.

Jotaro’s bullet immediately shot through both of the man’s hands at the same time, since he was still holding his gun with both hands. His scream of pain echoed over the plains as he dropped his gun, unable to hold it any longer. Blood started bubbling from the wounds and he shakily brought his hands up to his face, stifled yells and pained noises leaving him as he snapped his head up with a venomous glare.

The glare dissipated into eyes widened in fear the moment Jotaro walked Jojo up next to the outlaw and stared directly down at him. There was a cold rage in his eyes that made the man’s breath hitch. “Never threaten her again.”

With that, Jotaro pointed his gun down and shot twice, one in each foot, not a single speck of remorse in him as the man screamed in pain before passing out from it.

- - - -

Jotaro was sitting on the ground with you in front of him.

“You’re so stupid.” You choked out, tears in your eyes as you slammed the bloodied cloth in your hand onto the dried grass.

“Y/N-“

“No!”

Jotaro shut up at that. He couldn’t recall if you had ever raised your voice at him, and now he just stared into your eyes, the tears you were holding back making them glassy while his eyebrows creased in worry, feeling as if he had to say at least something.

“...I can’t see you getting hurt.” He softly said, attempting to grab your hand, but that set you off.

“Oh, so that means I have to see you getting hurt?!” You called out and Jotaro stopped himself.

You were starting to get more and more upset and he needed to calm you down. Doing just that, Jotaro - not thinking clearly due to the pain and not knowing what else to do - just grabbed you by the back of your head with his right hand and pulled you towards himself, slamming his lips against yours, shutting you up.

Tears were now streaming down your face as he kissed you, a small sob leaving you and muffled by his mouth as you placed your left hand on his neck, feeling his warm skin under your palm as you just gave in.

Feeling you do that, Jotaro tentatively broke the kiss, pulling back only slightly before he placed his forehead to yours, you now trying to stifle your crying.

“Hey.” He softly spoke to try and get your attention and you opened your eyes, looking up to look into his. “I’m alright. The bullet didn’t even fully go into my chest, you know that, you pulled it out.”

“I-It was only halfway in.” You sniffled out with a nasally voice, Jotaro petting the back of your hair as he nodded briefly, the feeling a bit strange as he still held his forehead to yours.

“Exactly. So you don’t have to worry.”

“But your arm-!”

“-Will heal.” Jotaro finished for you, finally leaning back. “Right now let’s just get home.”

You sniffled once more and wiped the tears from your face with the fabric of your sleeve, your hands and wrists too stained with blood to use for that. “Once we’re back in town you’re going to a doctor.” You spoke out with a bit of a hoarse voice and Jotaro snorted softly in amusement, a slight smile on his face as he used his thumb to wipe away a last tear that you missed.

“I figured.”

You took a deep breath to reign in and steel your emotions, releasing it again as you focused back on his arm. His trenchcoat was partly off and you had rolled up his sleeve of the shirt he wore underneath it, still unnerved by the see-through hole that you knew sat underneath the improvised bandage, blood staining it from the profusely bleeding wound in his arm. “Don’t ever get into a fight on my behalf again.” You spoke as you picked up the cloth you had thrown into the grass earlier, starting to try and wipe away the blood you had accidentally got onto his neck.

‘It’s one of the only reasons I ever get into a fight.’ He thought to himself but instead shook his head slightly. “No promises.”

- - - -

With only slight effort Jotaro had gotten back into the saddle, you climbing into it yourself for the first time ever now that Jotaro wasn’t there to lift you before you could. He managed to get on behind you with one arm, grabbing hold of your hip afterwards given how you had already taken the reins.

Neither of you spoke much the entire ride back, yet every now and then, Jotaro would softly squeeze the hand on your hip. Comforting you even in silence.

Riding back into town, you immediately made way for the doctor’s, Jotaro rolling his eyes behind you at your stubbornness. If you had your eyes set on helping people, there really was no changing your mind.

“Y/N, you go to the sheriff’s and report what happened like we discussed.” Jotaro said to you as he carefully dismounted, making sure not to use his left side too much.

“What? No, I wanna go in with you.” You protested, looking a little hurt and Jotaro reached his good hand up to grab yours still on the reins.

“I’ll be fine. Those guys won’t stay there knocked out forever and you know it. You can come back after you’ve gone and reported it.” He said before slapping his horse’s neck twice. “C’mon, Jojo, go.”

With that, the horse started gently trotting and you looked back at Jotaro as you went further down the street. Concerned for the man as his figure got smaller and smaller before you saw it enter the doctor’s office.

Unfortunately, the sheriff’s was almost on the other side of town, so it might take a lot longer to come back than you would have liked.

- - - -

“Hello sheriff Miller.” You smiled a small awkward smile while the sheriff shot up from his seat, his eyebrows raised.

“What happened, darling? You’re covered in blood!” He walked forward, taking hold of your upper arm as he looked you over.

“Uhm, well you see, me and Jotaro- uh, Kujo, Jotaro Kujo, I mean - we were out riding when that gang from yesterday approached us. Two of them at least. And, well- let’s just say things got ugly...”

“Are you both alright?” The sheriff immediately asked and you swallowed.

“Sort of. Jotaro got shot.” You teared up a bit but shook your head when the sheriff placed his hand on your shoulder. “But he’s at the doctor now and I came here to say that the two men who attacked us are knocked out on the road to the forest to the north of here. Almost directly next to the forest.”

“They’re knocked out?” At that the sheriff raised his eyebrows and you nodded.

“One got kicked by a horse, the other got shot.” You said but quickly held your hand up when the sheriff furrowed his eyebrows. “U-Uh, but only in his hands and feet! Jotaro didn’t kill him! It was all in self defence! Really!” You frantically called out while sheriff Miller straightened up, looking down at you with a stern expression.

- - - -

“The guy and the gang he was a part of apparently have a bounty on their heads, so you won’t see any consequences for shooting a man.”

You were walking side by side with Jotaro, you on his left, and Jojo having to be on his right so he could lead his horse with his good hand.

Jotaro hummed in response to you as you walked the road back to your home, Jotaro insisting that he escort you there.

His arm was now in a sling, the wounds nicely and cleanly stitched and wrapped up and you felt a lot better seeing that - even though he lost quite some blood - he was walking as if totally fine.

You just wished things could have gone differently. This day took a nosedive from being one of the best in your life, over to one of the worst, with someone you care deeply about being shot. Oh god, you confessed to Jotaro. And he confessed to you. You totally forgot in all the chaos. What if-

“What are you thinking about?”

“Eh?” You snapped out of your thoughts, looking to your right to see Jotaro looking down at you curiously. “Oh, just... today.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, looking forward again, as if contemplating it.

“I just... I’m sorry.” You whispered and Jotaro turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because you got hurt and-“

“Is it your fault I got shot?”

“W-Well, no, not exactly I guess-“

Jotaro stopped walking and instead turned to you, taking hold of your chin and turning your head towards himself. “Exactly.” Your eyes were so innocent and you looked like you felt so guilty despite what he said, making Jotaro slowly blink and sigh as he closed his eyes briefly.

A quick glance into the street showed it was rather empty, and Jotaro snaked his good arm around your waist, pulling you into himself.

“Y/N-“

Just deciding ‘fuck it’, Jotaro wasted no more time with idle talk and slotted his lips over yours.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas (HCs)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2K Collection: Holiday Masterlist Premise: A glimpse of their first Christmas together with Naveen, Louise, and Alan respectively. (Headcanons) Prompt: #10. meeting the other’s parents on Christmas and being very nervous about it. (Thank you anon! I changed it a bit but I hope you like it)

Part 1: Naveen (Christmas Eve)

On Christmas Eve, Naveen Banerji opens the door of his cabin to greet five smiling faces (Lilac Allende, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Bryce Lahela, and Jackie Varma), one impassive face (Ethan Ramsey), and a panting, slobbering one (Jenner).

They come in, shaking snow off their heads, shrugging off their coats, and commenting about what a beautiful home he has.

Some (Bryce Lahela) commend him on living out the dream of a successful career and an even more desirable retirement. Elijah Greene summarizes it as “baller.”

“That’s a good thing,” Ethan assures Naveen as he passes him en route to the kitchen.

They are indeed a merry party, bringing laughter and good-natured banter to the otherwise desolate cabin by the lake.

An hour later finds them in the kitchen, laughing as they prepare Christmas Eve dinner and drinks. Festive music drifts from someone’s phone and some of them sing along happily. When “Jingle Bell Rock” plays, they organize the most curious choreography. (Naveen has no idea what Mean Girls is when Sienna tries to explain it).

“How was meeting Lilac’s family?” Naveen asks Ethan while the group is too preoccupied laughing and cheering.

Ethan is quiet for so long that the older doctor thinks he might not answer.

“I’m not sure her father or sister like me very much,” he explains as he carefully stirs the tomato sauce. “Other than that, it went well.”

A quiet, anxious energy radiates from Ethan and Naveen can tell something is troubling him. Before the mentor can ask, Lilac sidles next to Ethan, bumping him slightly with her hip.

“Dance with me?”

The beginning melody of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas rings throughout the kitchen

Ethan glances down at her offered hand and to Naveen’s surprise, he accepts. Very gently, he pulls Lilac against him and, hand in hand, they sway to the music.

Some of their friends roll their eyes but even Naveen can tell it’s all in jest.

The sight of the couple dancing, the snow falling gently against the window behind them, is nothing short of magical. Ethan glances down at their entwined hands, incredulous that after everything that life has put them through, she still chose him. A lovestruck expression colors Ethan Ramsey’s expression as he kisses the top of her forehead, making him appear years younger.

“Get a room,” Jackie says as the song ends.

“There’s plenty here. Help yourselves,” Naveen offers.

Everyone except Ethan and Lilac jeers and whistles.

When the laughter and teasing dies down and everything is in the oven, the group trickles out of the kitchen.

They decide to enjoy the last hour of sunlight by ice skating on the frozen lake. Lilac shakes her head resolutely.

“No, thank you. Ice skating is already terrifying enough without having to worry about the ice breaking.”

No amount of peer pressure convinces her. Instead, she chooses to play in the snow with an enthusiastic Jenner.

Ethan, who decided to skip ice skating too in solidarity, watches her from the cabin. He chuckles quietly when Jenner dives into a pile of snow, splattering a laughing Lilac.

“The fresh air of the forest does wonders for one's health,” Naveen comments as he joins Ethan.

“That's a veiled way to coax me into visiting you more,” Ethan returns without moving his eyes away from Lilac and Jenner.

Naveen laughs. “Yes, but it's also my way of offering this place to you.”

Ethan looks at him now, raising a brow.

“Thinking of moving?”

“Not quite. I'm offering it for the wedding.”

Naveen is gratified to see Ethan blush faintly.

“Whenever that may be.”

“I haven't even asked her yet.”

“But you've been thinking about it.”

“Yes.”

Naveen nods once.

In the silence, Ethan's eyes return to Lilac. She catches him looking and blows a kiss his way. Ethan smiles fondly, his spine straighter.

When she looks away, his shoulders deflate, that unspoken, nervous energy humming in the air.

“When you do decide to ask, she's going to say yes.”

“Even if her father doesn't approve of me?”

Naveen considers this.

“I wasn't there but you might be exaggerating in your recollection.”

“I assure you, I'm not. The man is not a fan.”

“Lucky for you, his daughter feels differently.”

When Ethan is not convinced, Naveen adds:

“When has Lilac Allende ever let anyone tell her what she can and can't do?”

Part 2: Louise (Christmas Morning)

The front desk attendant snaps at attention when she sees Ethan stride through the entrance.

“Doctor Ramsey, welcome back,” she all but stammers, already fiddling with her keys. Without further ado, she leads them down the now familiar path.

“That poor girl,” Lilac whispers as they watch her retreat. “She's still terrified of you from that first day.”

Ethan, however, doesn't answer. In fact, he doesn't seem to be listening at all. His eyes are fixed on the door, jaw tight.

Lilac doesn't hear his heartbeat but she knows it's pounding fiercely against his ribcage. Without saying a word, she takes his hand and squeezes tightly.

Louise is a bit startled when she sees them stride in. She fumbles with the remote and shuts off It's A Wonderful Life.

A small silence precedes the quick exchange of “Merry Christmas.”

Then more silence.

Small conversation starts and ends just as quickly, dotted by loaded silence.

“I didn't tell you last time I saw you. I've been appointed Chief of Medicine.”

With every visit, Ethan shares small bits of his life with her. He gives her tiny, insignificant details he would share with an acquaintance. The steel wall he spent years building is still very much up, even if he's at constant war with himself over bringing it down.

“That's wonderful, E! I'm sure it's a great honor. You must have been working hard to achieve this for years.”

Ethan visibly tenses and for a tiny second, there is heartbreak in his expression.

His mother truly knows nothing about him.

Lilac places a comforting hand on his shoulder and Ethan reaches up to grasp it.

His anchor.

“Ethan prefers practicing medicine,” Lilac amends gently. “He never wanted to be an administrator but he took the job to advocate for our patients from inside the belly of the beast. It's only interim until someone trustworthy comes along.”

Louise doesn't respond or acknowledge her.

Evidently, she is still annoyed at Lilac for her refusal to get involved in her relationship with Ethan.

“She's right.” Ethan says firmly, his tone steely.

Louise, knowing when to back down, hums. She breaks the silence that follows by flicking on the old stereo by the window. Christmas music filters through the old speakers.

“Remember this song, E? You used to love it so much.”

She begins to softly sing along to Do You Hear What I Hear? with a singing voice that is still lovely years later.

Ethan remains very still. For a second, he watches his mother sing, as though frozen in time. Then, the weight of twenty five years concave on his shoulders.

“We're leaving.”

He announces this in a tight voice, shooting to his feet.

Lilac follows suit without a single world of protest or question.

Louise blinks, stunned.

“Wait,” she says, rushing to her bedside drawer. “I took up knitting again and I made you this.”

It's a lumpy but cozy blue scarf.

Ethan nods once in acknowledgement.

“And this one's for you,” she says to Lilac, who only stares, utterly shocked. “I hope you like green. It'll bring out your eyes.”

Part 3: Alan (Christmas Dinner)

Alan does a poor job disguising his surprise when he sees his son standing at his doorstep.

“Ethan? Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Everything's fine. Sorry to show up unannounced. We wanted to join you for Christmas dinner.”

It takes Alan a moment to find words, throat tight.

“We brought everything to make pot roast,” a cheerful voice adds. From behind Ethan, the smiling, rosy-cheeked face of Lilac Allende appears.

“If you have plans, we can just go—”

“Of course not!” Alan says, stepping aside. “Come in, come in!”

Alan Ramsey is an excellent host, even with no notice. He has a glass of wine in their hands within the first fifteen minutes. He ushers them to the living room where a large Christmas tree twinkles against the snowy window. Ethan, however, insists on helping in the kitchen.

“Are you sure we didn't interrupt any plans?” Lilac asks as she cuts vegetables.

“My only plan was to have my bowling group over for drinks, but that won't be until much later. Plus, everyone will be happy to meet you two. They've heard so much about you.”

When the roast is in the oven, they move to the living room.

“Before your friends get here, there's something I have to tell you,” Ethan says.

Alan raises his brows, unsure of what to expect.

“I wanted to formally introduce you to Lilac.”

Silence.

Alan looks at his son as though he's suffered head trauma.

“What are you talking about? I know Lilac.”

“I mean to formally introduce her as my…”

“Girlfriend,” Lilac finishes with a grin.

“We're together. Romantically.”

More silence.

Alan looks from one to the other.

“I already knew that, son.”

Lilac laughs.

“The way you talked about her when you called… and then how you two acted. I didn't want to presume but… Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out.”

Lilac arches a brow at a blushing Ethan. “You used to talk about me, huh?”

“Oh, constantly,” Alan continues. “You're all he could talk about on some days.”

Ethan looks unamused as his companions laugh together.

Luckily, he's spared from more embarrassment when the doorbell rings.

It's a group of neighborhood children forced into caroling by their parents.

“Remember when you did that, Ethan? You have such a lovely singing voice.” Alan chuckles at the memory.

Lilac perks up. “Do you have video of this?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

They spend the next hour watching and teasing Ethan about his dark past.

He is saved by the doorbell.

Alan's bowling friends are a cheerful group. They firmly shake their hands when introductions are made, some even going in for a hug. Most of them tell Ethan how much they've heard of him and how proud his father is of him.

Drinks are heartily consumed well before dinner, the conversation growing far more ebullient with each glass.

A beautiful woman with high cheekbones named Eliza makes quick friends with Lilac. She has salt-and-pepper hair styled in an edgy bob and (much to Lilac’s delighted surprise) her arms are inked with tattoos. They fall into animated conversation, laughing easily with one another.

Every so often, Lilac notices the hopeful glances Eliza casts in Alan's direction.

“I'll start setting up for dinner,” Alan says later.

“Let me help you,” Eliza says, following him into the kitchen.

Lilac watches them like a hawk during dinner, much to her boyfriend's confusion.

Through her observations, she learns that Alan laughs a little too easily at Eliza's jokes. When he thinks no one is watching, he studies her with a fond little smile. As the meal ends, Eliza compliments Alan on the food and the man turns bright pink.

Eventually, the group proposes hitting up the bowling alley. One of their friends owns it and wants to open it up just for them. The young couple politely decline the invitation, too tired from the long day.

Later, Ethan and Lilac are alone in his childhood bedroom. It takes Lilac over half an hour to get her fill of the place. She wanders around, memorizing little details of who Ethan used to be.

“So how many lucky flings did you sneak up here?”

“None.”

Lilac raises her eyebrows.

“I would find creative places for my 'flings', but I never brought anyone up here. You're the first.”

Lilac finds that unspeakably hot because she kisses him quite passionately.

They end up making out like a pair of giddy teenagers.

When they lay next to each other on the mattress, her head on his chest, she says, “I think your dad and Eliza like each other.”

“That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.”

Lilac hums. “He deserves to move on and be happy.”

“No meddling.”

“I wasn't!”

The words sound sleepy and minutes later, her breathing is a steady, even rhythm.

Ethan holds her in his arms, staring at the dark ceiling. Before he can stop the memories, he thinks of the endless nights he spent in that very room, wishing for a sense of belonging.

Ethan kisses the top of her forehead, knowing he has found it at last.

He belongs wherever she is.

A/N: Okay that was a doozy but I felt weird making it three different posts.

Thank you so much for reading this!

Also, If you sent me a prompt: I have every intention of writing it! Love you!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #Headcanons

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU || pain in the ass

request: gojo and reader are special grades and their parents want them to get married so they could make a strong generation for their family (she doesnt like this and she thinks it's stupid). in the first meeting, they went together to exorcise some curses in mountain (their family asked them to do it together so they can get along), she ignored him bc she thinks he is kind of asshole but gojo keeps teasing her (he thinks her reaction is cute and she looks hot and actually he likes her and thinks getting married with her doesnt sound so bad).

could you make it jsjjdks i keep imagining this in my head and i think it's cute if the reader started to catch feelings too...... btw your writings are amazing i really love them and thank you!!

note: AHAHAHA I LOVE THIS! I am so happy most of us agree that Gojo, as hot as he is, can be an asshole. But this one is v fluffy, and very cute! I tried to cut down on not making it too long cause not going to lie, I always love reading tropes like this! the “annoying-ass-to-kinda-cute’” sort of trope, and I love it cx but here you go babes! I definitely enjoyed writing something like this.

pronouns: she/her

“Y/N, guess what?”

Y/N’s chopsticks came to a stop as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to brace herself before slowly bringing her eyes away from the meal before them; meeting her mother’s eyes head on. “What is it, Mother?” She asks the older woman hesitantly, unsure of how to respond when she saw the familiar glint in her eyes - immediately telling her that she was not going to like where the conversation was heading. “Remember how we talked about being in the main family? How, as the oldest child, you need to set an example for your siblings?”

“..yes?” Y/N’s voice was uncertain, which made her mother frown but she didn’t comment any further on it. “Well, your father and I met up with a family recently, who has a son around your age.” The older woman said just as an annoyed sigh was heard, the woman narrowing her eyes at her daughter who sets her chopsticks down quite loudly. “Mother, how many times have I told you that I don’t like this whole arranged marriage scheme you and Father have come up with.”

Before her mother can give her a response, her husband reaches over to grab her hand in his, giving her a soft look before he clears his throat loudly. “Everyone, would you give us a moment?” He asked as he glances over at the rest of his kids, who all gave their oldest sister a concerned glance before they started to make their way out of the room; their mother closing the door after them. Not without giving her husband another look, one that Y/N caught and had her blood boil a little in annoyance.

Once the shoji doors of the dining room were slid shut the older man lets out a soft sigh before he made his way towards his oldest, taking up the zabuton that his son had left empty by her side. Quietly he reaches out to take her hand in his, his rougher hands incasing her own ones that were roughen up by years of combat training; but there was still a certain softness and feminine touch to them. “Princess - you know your mother and I just want to look out for you.” He started off with a tired sigh, to which the younger woman just gave her father a look. “I know you don’t see marriage as a viable route. But you have to remember, not only are you a Special Grade sorcerer, you also come from a strong clan like ours.”

“Yes, yes, I know - but what does my marriage status have to do with this?” Y/N stresses with a frown as she looks over at her father once more. “You and I both know that the elders can be very old schooled. I mean - who still insist on marrying every of age person of as soon as possible?” She ranted with pure annoyance lacing her voice, the older man just listening to her complains with a soft smile. He can’t get upset at her - he himself went on a rant when he was first told of his own engagement during his teen years. “I know it’s sudden and against your wish, but can you entertain your old man once? One meeting, that is all I ask of you.”

At first his words was met with silence, but he just waited for her to slowly but surely give in. Which she did after a few more moments. “...just once.” She said with a tired sigh, causing the older man to chuckle before he leans over to kiss her on the head softly. “But if I don’t like him, I am never going to let you forget about this.” She stated simply as she looks over at her elderly father, who just smiles softly in return. “I am sure you’re going to enjoy his presence. He’s of your age, and a Special Grade sorcerer too. I am sure you two are going to get along just fine.”

“I am going to murder his dumbass.”

To say Y/N was upset would be an understatement - there were clear waves of annoyance just radiating off the sorcerer. Today was the day she was supposed to meet with her ‘fiancé’ for the first time, and he was not giving her the best first impression. Not only is he half an hour late, he didn’t send anyone to give her a heads up either. So now she was just standing there, tapping her foot impatiently as she glanced at her watch once more.

They were supposed to meet at the gates of a mountain temple to exorcise some curses that had started to appear around the temple. Hence why she stood by a traditional torii gate, her mood souring with each passing second. She glanced over at the monks who care for the temple and bow at them apologetically, to which they just gave her reassuring smiles and bow back softly as well. “I do apologies for my companion. Seems he still lacks the ability to read a clock.”

“How rude. And here I thought that you’d be excited to meet your future fiancé.” A teasing voice came from behind her, causing her to turn her narrowed eyes back to finally get a look at her fiancé - only to have her eyes widen when she realised just how tall the man was. She gave him a once over, noting his handsome features and white haired style upwards; and how his eyes were covered by a blindfold. He sported a soft grin which he thought might have tell her how apologetic he was, but it just causes her to get more irritated. “I do apologise for making you wait. I had a run in with some pesky curses along the way.”

For some reason Y/N did not believe his words, but she just rolled her eyes before she turned and made her way towards the torii gate, walking on the side like she was taught to do. Quietly she started to climb the stone steps up to the temple, not even caring if the man was following behind her. But she can tell from the footsteps that followed behind her, and soon he opened his mouth once more. “What? No introduction?”

“L/N Y/N.” She stated simply, her hand resting on the beautifully carved katana that rest on her hip as she started to glance about the wooded area; trying to see if she can sense any Curses near by. “Nice to meet you, Y/N-chan. My name is Goto Satoru.” The white haired shaman greeted back with a grin, to which the woman just lets out a soft hum, not necessarily paying attention to what he had just said. But Goto wasn’t deterred, walking a few steps behind her as he watches her walk before him. “You’re the oldest heir of the L/N clan?”

“Unfortunately.” The woman replied back in annoyance, to which the taller male raises an eyebrow at her response. He can tell that in that sense, they can definitely relate - they were both heirs to clans who are so backwards thinking that they think that they need to find ‘the best matches’ for all of their available heirs.

If he was being honest, Gojo had no intention of coming to arrange meeting. He wanted to blow it off with some lame excuse, or just flip off his elders when they ask. But something told him that he should just come for the sake of seeing which miserable soul was forced into the same position he was in. And if he was being honest, he doesn’t regret coming to the meeting that much anymore. “By the way, do you consider this to be our first date?”

“If it is, I can definitely say my low standards for the day just reached the floor.” She grumbled before she paused just underneath another torii gate, looking up at the Curse that was wrapped around one of the sides like a giant snake; hissing at them loudly. “How rude.” Gojo replied back with a pout, standing back and watching the woman unsheathes her katana, how she imbed her own Cursed Energy onto the blade; raising a curious brow at just how strong her Cursed Energy was.

Weirdly enough, he finds her not only interesting, but extremely hot. Who wouldn’t find a strong woman hot?

He watches her in silence as she sliced the air before her, the Curse letting out a loud cry of main as it was sliced up into pieces by invisible blades. But the woman didn’t cast the withering Curse another glance as she pushes forward. “Come on, let’s get this over with.” She sighs as she rest her katana over her shoulder, looking back at the man with an unamused look. Gojo instead grins before he follows behind the woman now getting more interested than he was before. “You know, I think you and I are going to get along well.”

“What a pain in the ass.” Was her only answer, causing his grin to widen as he hums to himself whilst following behind the clearly fuming woman. Yeah, he definitely doesn’t regret his decision to come now.

It wasn’t the first time the both of them were forced to cross paths with one another.

With all that said and done, both Gojo and Y/N were definitely quite the duo. Both of them are Special Grades, and both of them work together almost flawlessly. Even though Gojo is considered ‘the strongest’, Y/N is the more polished and definitely more refined sorcerer; since she had taken her early training. Because of this they balance each other out quite nicely, making them quite the formidable duo. Due to this, they are scent to many missions together, forcing them to spend a lot of time with each other.

Y/N’s first impression on Gojo is that he doesn’t necessarily care about anyone or anything. Yet Y/N can tell that he cares for all of his students with his entire being, and is always willing to go the extra mile to make sure that they get to experience their youth to the fullest extent. Besides that, he’s also someone who can try and make light no matter the situation. Even Y/N can admit that his snarky comments and sarcastic responses has made her let out a laugh or two.

It wasn’t just that - it was also how, even though they were forced into a union together unwillingly, he tries to make the most out of it. Not only does he show her around Tokyo, since she’s from a town in Kyoto Province - he also made it his own mission to show her all the fun restaurants and dessert cafes all over the city that he himself visits. He also goes out of his way to make sure that her elders are not bothering her too much about when the wedding is going to be. Gojo can tell that Y/N’s elders are pushing for this more than his are, so he did visit her clan’s home a few times to make sure that they weren’t pressuring her about marriage.

Along the way he has met her parents and her siblings, somehow managing to fit into her family unit in a short about of time. Whether it’s playing video games with her younger sister, or rough housing with her younger brother, even bonding with your parents over tea - there was no denying that he somehow manages to get along with everyone. It did make her heart flutter a little, since finding a man who is not only an ease to be around, but also makes the effort to get to know your parents is a rare gem to find.

On days when they are both free, he would appear and drag her out of her home, begging for her to bring him around her hometown and to the Kyoto School for a visit. For the most part though, he just goes to the Kyoto branch so he can annoy Utahime, who will turn to you with the most annoyed scowl on her face. “Out of all the men on this planet, you had to choose the white haired menace?” The woman would ask her junior with an unamused scowl, to which Y/N would just apologise wordlessly with a soft one of her own.

If she was being honest, she had no idea that the man she once found annoying become attractive; and was definitely not even sure when she started to fall for him. But she remembers the day when she realised that there was definitely something more she felt for him - it was family game night. Gojo, who had visited Kyoto to handle something, had dropped by with some takeout to share with your family. After a nice dinner, which was filled with laughter, Y/N sat down on the engawa of her family home; smiling softly at the sight of Gojo playing with her younger siblings.

Just the sight of the three of them bonding together, laughing and running around the courtyard that cause a warm feeling to travel through her entire person; a wider and much more sincere smile tugging against her lips. It was when a pair of crystalline blue eyes that seemed to almost glow in the night turn to face her, half hidden behind darkly tinted sunglasses as the owner grinned over at her with such child like happiness that it hit her like a truck.

“Holy shit, I’ve fallen for him.” She whispered quietly to herself as she continues to watch the oblivious trio before her, her cheeks warming the longer she watches him laugh and play with her siblings. If her past her sees her now, she might not be too proud at how they had decided to go against her number one rule - and that was not to fall for the man.

Now she is never going to hear the end of this any time soon.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagiens #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk gojo x reader #jjk imagines #jjk imagine #gojo sensei

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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“there’s no one like you.”

requested

ALRIGHT, FOLKS, TODAY WE ARE TALKING ABOUT DATING THE SWEET VISCOUNT TEWKESBURY...

i’m going to go the route and say that the two of you were childhood friends

simply because tewkesbury? he can be annoying as hell, and it’s endearing... but only if you’ve known him forever and a day.

i mean, i can vividly see the two of you sitting in his treehouse, you trying to read or just ~escape~ and he grabs a flower (that he’s going to press in one of his books) and just... tickles your cheek with it.

and you do the thing where you scrunch up your nose and move your head a bit but he just persists

“do you have to be this annoying?”

“for you? always.”

“one day you’ll mysteriously disappear, and i’ll be the last person they’ll think of to accuse, but i’ll have been the one to ship you off.”

and he scoffs

“you’d come with me.”

“would i?”

“yes.”

and you just groan and push the flower away again

all he can do is laugh

i imagine that you 100% went with him on his adventures with enola

or if you didn’t, you 100% were the one to put him in the carpet bag

it’s become a running joke, now. you threaten to throw him in the carpet bag when he’s being annoying.

okay, but i get way to invested in backstory - ABOUT ACTUALLY DATING HIM

tewkesbury is a gentleman. i mean, he’s a marquess and a viscount, he clearly knows how to be the most polite and just the picture of innocence.

and i also imagine that he believes in a very formal style of courting you - sure, he’s known you forever and it’s probably futile to try and appear like anything other than the walking disaster that he is, but he wants to at least try.

but this also clashes with the fact that when he has a crush on anyone, he just becomes the most annoying (explaining the scene above).

it’s just like,,,, i want to give you the world and i want to do this right but also...... i just want your attention and i will go to any lengths to gain it.

but tbh, the two of you are such good friends, and you’ve known each other for so long, that the anxiousness wears off fairly quickly.

and you also have this odd ability of calming him down? all it takes is one pensive look or a brush of your fingertips against his hand and all that pounding in his chest quiets to a fluttering, and his thoughts slowly piece themselves together.

“you, viscount tewkesbury, marquess of basilwether will be the death of me.”

“i have enough love in my heart to resurrect you from any grave.”

and statements like that always stun you for a minute

“well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

but yes, the two of you court each other in a very formal way

he loves to take you on walks, which always makes you laugh, because “didn’t we go on walks before? nothing changed, it’s the same roads as always.”

but tewkesbury insists that things are, in fact, incredibly different. you’re together, now - it’s not just in his head.

and you tell him that you’re glad - being together like this might have crossed your mind a time or two. you can’t say for sure, though. it would inflate his ego too much, if you were certain, and we don’t want that.

oh! may i also suggest,,,,,,, sneaking out at night and stargazing? tewkesbury doesn’t know anything about the stories for constellations, and he probably doesn’t know how to spot things either.

you are either able to point them out to him and/or tell him about the stories, or the two of you decide to make your own constellations. he will point them out and you will weave the most wonderful of stories, always adding a dash of tragedy or a hint of love.

and when you get tired of the stars, the two of you flip of your stomachs and he’ll tell you about flowers or the kinds of mushrooms that are growing around you. you’ll close your eyes and just listen to his voice, and he swears it’s the most beautiful expression he’s ever seen.

if there was ever a time he’d break his adherence to decorum, it would be in those moments, and his lips would brush your cheek before he’d ask if he could kiss you properly.

also, tewkesbury and gifts,,,,, he would clearly love to buy them for you, but he’d also like to have a reason for the gift - he’s very spontaneous, but he tries his best to not actually show that.

so it’s long become a thing that he will just.... make up some occasion as to why he gave you a gift.

i’m going to say that he’s always been a gift giver, so even when you were just friends, you knew all about this problem of his.

no doubt the two of you will try to concoct a reason as to why he’s giving you a gift this time. you’ll see the box behind his back, and you’ll make an outlandish guess that he’ll build on until it has the both of you laughing.

and i mean, yeah, he has money so they’re great gifts and all, but what you really look forward to are the notes and letters he writes with the gifts.

tewkesbury has loved you for a l o n g time and he’s been writing poetry about you just as long, so he has a lot of material to choose from, and he actually gets pretty decent at poetry?

just imagine writing letters to each other and sending them in the mail,,,, i’m soft.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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Friends with Added Benefits

Part one of ?

Warnings - smut / daddy kink / breeding kink

You and Cillian had been working together on Peaky Blinders since the beginning- it had become a FWB situation at the end of Series 4 after a drunken kiss at the wrap party. Both of you had kept it completely secret, hooking up solely while you were filming series 5 and living out your own lives the rest of the year, but what happens when things take an unexpected turn as series 6 begins filming?

A/N - Cillian is single, and has no children. Reader is in her early 30s, and plays Tommy Shelby's wife.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby

You sat on the floor of the bathroom and took a deep breath. Now or never y/n... A sudden voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Y/n, you in there?" What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get into your apartment?

"Sorry, yeah.. I'll be out in a minute..." You flushed the toilet and quickly hurried out of the bathroom.

Cillian greeted you with a warm smile, sat on your sofa with the TV remote in his hand already flicking through the channels.

"You left the door unlocked - came in to make sure you were okay, you seemed a bit off onset today?" He patted the sofa next to him for you to sit down.

"Sorry... Just a bit tired I guess, only been back a day and I'm done already!" He lifted an arm to pull you into and you happily accepted the invitation.

"So series 6 then.. the last one," you sighed, curling your legs over his.

"Yep. Only gotta put up with me for another 16 weeks and you're free to do as you please. Or who you please at least," he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, you feigned your own chuckle in response. You knew this was just a 'filming only hook up', but you couldn't help but feel a bit sad. You'd looked forward to Peaky restarting again the second each series had finished. You knew though, that there was no tying Cillian Murphy down - other women had tried, but he was a happy, carefree bachelor. You'll make the most of the next 16 weeks together and move on.

Before long his fingers made their way over your hips, circling slowly as they crawled over your stomach.

"Does our agreement still stand or do I need to stop?" He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.. that fucking accent...

"I'm single again, if that's what you're asking me.."

"Again?"

"I was seeing someone.. I ended it a month ago." He pulled back slightly.

"Sorry y/n.. were you with him long?"

"Just a few months, nothing serious it was just a casual type thing. He decided he couldn't compete with Thomas Shelby."

"You told him about us?!"

"No, the rumours have been flying for YEARS Cillian! He wouldn't believe me when I told him it wasn't true.."

"That's because it is true, and you're a terrible liar!" He smirked, before pushing your body down on the sofa, covering it with his own.

"He'd certainly have his work cut out for him wouldn't he?" You smirked back. "You gonna show me what I've been missing Mr Murphy?"

"I absolutely am Miss y/l/n... But let me shower first? I'm still wearing the makeup from earlier and it's pissing me off!" He kissed you lightly on the nose before grabbing one of your towels out the cupboard and heading into the bathroom.

He came out 10 minutes later, towel wrapped round his waist and stood next to the sofa, brow furrowed.

"What's this for y/n?" You looked up and your heart sank. In his hand was the pregnancy test box you'd hidden in your cabinet - clearly not hidden too well.

"Well it isn't for baking cakes Cill..."

"Are you pregnant?"

"I don't know yet, I haven't taken one.."

"Well what are you waiting for? Come on." He took your hand and handed you one of the tests. "Go do it. Now." You couldn't help but laugh at his insistence and went to pee on the stick.

Coming back out with the test in your hand two minutes later, you held it up to show him, tears in your eyes as your chin wobbled. He was pulling his jeans back on as he took the test from you.

"Okay well now I'm confused? It's negative - why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm fine.." you choked, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

"Come on, y/n... What's wrong?" He pulled you over to the sofa and sat you down, squeezing your hands, worry written all over his face.

"You wouldn't understand Cillian, just leave it okay?"

"Did you want it to be positive?" You looked into his eyes and burst into tears, nodding. "You wanted his baby?"

"It wasn't that.. Cillian I'm 32 years old. Kinda thought I'd be married with a kid or two by now you know? I'm sorry okay, I'm just being stupid..."

"What's stupid about wanting children of your own?"

"Because I'm never going to have it am I?"

"Says who?" You took a deep breath.

"Look it's crazy okay, I'm just hormonal and crazy..."

"Okay you're not crazy y/n. Pretty sure it's normal to want children and marriage, I'm just an oddball!" He laughed. He'd made no secret of the fact he had no paternal instincts at all.

"Thing is... I don't want marriage. Not even a relationship.. just a baby. Still think I'm normal?"

"You might struggle there y/n.. I don't need to have 'the talk' with you, do I?" He smirked.

"No Cillian I'm well aware.. I was thinking of adoption maybe, or a sperm donor?"

"Admirable for the adoption route. Terrifying for the other one, you could end up with anything..."

"True. Kinda leaning more towards all of that though.. the feeling of carrying my own baby is just.. it's exciting I guess. I'm freaking you out, aren't I?"

"Strangely.. no. In fact, I have an idea."

"What?"

"You want a baby, but not a father, right?"

"Right."

"The dad doesn't need to be involved at all, ever, yeah?"

"Nope, never. I don't need help emotionally, financially, nothing."

"Well let's make a baby then." Your neck nearly snapped with the force you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?!"

"I have exactly what you're looking for, right? I have decent genes, copious amounts of sperm as you know very well," he smirked. You weren't laughing though.

"You're insane, you can't possibly think this is a good idea?"

"Why not? You've made it clear that you're not interested in a relationship - that's one of my boxes ticked. I get to have sex with you without a condom - second box ticked. I get to fuck a pregnant woman - third box ticked. Kinda been a fantasy for a while..." You raised an eyebrow at his last admission.

"Do we have a daddy kink, Cillian?"

"Yeah, without the desire to actually be a Daddy. Just the thought of you.. swollen belly.. breasts overflowing... Fuck y/n you'd look sexy as hell..." He made his way over to you, the bulge in his jeans evidence of his arousal at the thought of you being pregnant.

"And you'd sign over all parental rights to me?"

"Just tell me where to sign..." His hands cupped your face gently as he pushed his body against yours, backing you up towards your bedroom.

"No weirdness... No one would know the baby was yours?"

"No one..." He pulled at your t shirt, lifting it over your head before crashing his lips against yours, both of you falling onto the bed together as he pushed his erection against your core hard. Unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room, his lips found your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it as he pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Fuck.. Cillian.. you need to be sure about this..."

"Never been more sure of anything y/n.. I'm gonna put a baby in you... Let me put a baby in you..."

You gave in when his fingers entered you, pulling forward finding that one spot inside that only he could find. Your hips bucked against his hand as your eyes closed, mouth open gasping his name.

"Fuck I've missed this... Don't stop..." His lips were on your neck, leaving marks that your makeup artist wouldn't thank you for tomorrow but you didn't care in the slightest, the need in you too much.

"I need to feel you on me y/n... Come for me girl..." his fingers pulled harder and faster, sending you over the edge while his voice whispered in your ear. Within seconds of your orgasm he pushed his length inside you with a hard groan, lifting your leg over his elbow. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his hips, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

"Yes... Fuck yes baby fill me up..."

"You want this huh? Fuck you feel good bareback... I can feel all of you..."

"You feel so good Cillian... Filling me up... So fucking deep..."

"Fuck.. I'm gonna come... Jesus y/n..." The sensations too much, he spilled into you, you could feel ropes of his cum deep inside as your walls milked him for all he had. He fell onto your chest, pushing himself as deep inside as he could.

"I'm not letting any of this fall out... Need it to take... Stay on your back." You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him softening inside you.

"You really want to do this, don't you?"

"If it makes you happy, yes. You want a baby, I want to give you a baby. You don't want a father, I don't want to be one. I see no problem with any of this."

"And if the baby looks like you?"

"Crazy coincidence."

"If you change your mind?"

"About what? Being involved? I won't, trust me."

"Reckon we've made a baby tonight?"

"We may well have done. I still get to fuck you if we have, though, right?"

"Damn right you do - you're giving me a baby, least I can do is give you a pregnancy fuck to say thank you," you laughed as he pulled out slowly, kissing your lips then down to your belly.

"You better hurry up in there, I've got a fantasy to cash in on..." You batted him away laughing as he moved over to collect his clothes. He never stayed overnight, it would raise too much suspicion. He winked at you as you lay on the bed, and headed out the door smiling.

This might just work out, you smiled, curling under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of your blue eyed baby.

#cillian fanfic #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian x pregnant reader

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years ago

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Love is Selfless, It's Kind (Loki x Female Reader) (Part 40)

Summary : It's Pepperony's wedding you all. Loki watches over you like a hound dog.

Warning : 18+, Smut

Taglist : @colifower @rinacreateart @christineblood @the-wounded-healer05 @lokiprompts @geeky-politics-46 @sharklover927 @virtualstrawberrydinosaur @huntress-artemiss @rat-p1ss

"You will have to train with me three hours a day so you can become an asgardian warrior princess"

"Say what now?" You chuckled, for a spilt second you thought he was joking but he wasn't "I know you heard me princess" he looked at you, his eyes twinkling as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly "You agree to that, puppy?" He asked you and you can't deny that can you? And it would be hard but atleast you'll become strong and fierce "You're going to torture me aren't you?" You chuckled and he tilted his head "Okay lo, yes I would love to be your strong warrior princess" you smiled and he hugged you "You already are so strong my love, just gonna teach you how to defeat your enemies in a combat" he smiled.

You missed him so bad in the last few days, he was so stressed that everytime he smiled it failed to reach his eyes but you can finally see it coming back "Am I still getting punished?" You looked down and he kissed you again "No more punishment, I'm so sorry my love, it was foolish of me to go that route, should have just talked to you like this, but I'm just one silly baby of yours, aren't I?" Your eyes teared up as you heard him, why didn't he talk to you about his fears and conditions? Was he afraid you'd reject him? Ofcourse he was but when will be realise that you need him as much as he does.

"Sometimes" you chuckled before you spoke further "but you're mine and I need you like how you need me, so next time you even think about..about.. letting me go..just stop for a second and think about how sad my life would be.. without you..and how lonely I would be without you" your voice choked in between but you managed to finish your sentence, his own eyes teared up at that "I am sorry my princess, I know I can't say it enough, i never ever would want you sad or lonely, I would always take care of you and be there for you, in one way or another, you'd never lose me entirely" he tried to assure you but his words only scared you more "I'm not willing to lose you like this loki, you're mine and I'm yours, I don't want to be just your friend, I did it for three months and it felt torturous, not again"

You said sternly and he kissed your forehead "I can't do that either my love, so let's just never let go of each other okay?" He mumbled and you nod your head, then he laid you down under him, he turned the lamp off as he lied next to you and snuggled you into him "I love you" he whispered in your ear and you held onto him tightly, you have missed sleeping so close to him, it's just been few days but it felt like years.

"Hmmm I might do too but who knows right?" you answered and he chuckled at that, he caressed your head and back, with your head on his chest you could feel his heartbeat, you placed soft kisses all over his chest, and then you looked at him, he was, staring right into your eyes "Are you tired?" He asked you as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek "Why do you ask?" you smiled as you questioned him "because if you're not, I .. would..want to make sweet love to you" he mumbled and you held the back of his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss, you could hear him moaning between the kiss as he ran one of his hands all over your back and then cupped your ass, while other one played with your hair

"Mmm I am tired and.." you licked his lips and he shuddered at the touch "and darling?" He smiled as he brought his hand back to play with the buttons of your shirt, he unbuttoned you slowly, you went lower and sucked on his neck and you felt his lips on the back of your ear, his moans only turned you on more "We should sleep baby" You were not trying to punish him in return, you wanted to fuck him like this but you were exhausted in every way and tomorrow you have to be up early and he does too. Pepper would kill you both if you're not at the venue by assigned time.

"I really thought you were going somewhere else with that" he smiled at you mischievously and you rubbed your fingers on his cheeks "I know, I want to, more than anything, but I have a feeling I'm gonna fall asleep mid action" you chuckled and he shook his head "it's okay princess, get your sleep darling, I have you for next five or six thousands years, give and take"

"Holy shi.."

When you woke up next morning you didn't find him next to you, you could hear the noises coming from the kitchen so you figured he was there, you saw the plantie on the window and watered it quickly, it ruffled it's leaves for you and you smiled "Baby Lo is back plantie" you mumbled to it and then you went to get showered. When you came out you put on a black shirt of him with just your underwear underneath it, his shirts are comfortable, too big for you and you loved drowning in the smell of it. When you went to the kitchen he was whisking the pancake batter, he smiled as soon as he saw you walking towards him "Hey good looking..whatcha you cooking?" You hugged him from behind and he turned his head around to kiss you "Best ever midgardian delicacy, the pancakes" he chuckled "it sure is" you placed soft kisses on his bare back and he hummed

After the hearty breakfast that he made with so much of love you decided to get ready you didn't have much time, you woke up late and you had to be there for pepper, at first you wanted to leave for the venue but then you realised it would be too chaotic to get ready if you go there. He was waiting for you to almost be ready because it usually took him less than 5 minutes, he didn't really have to do much. Blessed with awesome good looks. As soon as you put on your dress he got up from the bed and walked towards you. He hugged you from behind, with his arms wrapped around your waist and you felt his lips on your neck, kissing and sucking "Everytime you adorn a new dress, I just want to undress you" you giggled as you heard him, he loved that you never took his necklace off no matter what you wore "Mmm baby don't leave marks please" you mumbled, there's only so much makeup can cover.

"Too pretty to not leave marks, princess" he mumbled and you leaned your head down on his shoulder as you heard his voice, he pulled the strap down and you moaned loudly

"mmmhm am i?"

"uhhuh you doubt me?"

And Ofcourse he left marks, with every suck of his lips you felt yourself getting more and more aroused and he could feel it too, he could smell your desire "So needy aren't you pretty girl?" He whispered in your ear and you bit on your lips to not let out the most whimpery moan ever "Not my fault, you have been starving me from a week, that little taste yesterday wasn't enough" you mumbled, your voice so low and husky "Yeah? Then let me feed you sweetheart, let me ruin you like this love, I'll fix it I promise" he kissed your cheek and you turned around, he pulled you closer if it was possible as he continued to pepper kisses all over your neck "Promise?" You smiled and you felt his lips on yours "Promise"

He picked you up and walked over to the bed and he made you sit down on the edge, he waved his fingers and your dress was off you and carefully placed on the bed behind you, you soaked through your g-string underwear that you especially got for this dress, he took them off and he smirked "Do you really get this wet just by me talking? I'll have to fix this too huh" he threw them on the bed too and placed his thumb on your lips which you sucked in eagerly "Stay seated princess, you can lean backwards but don't lie down, I'm going to fuck you like this, now spread those legs for me" he commanded you and you lift your leg up and he spread them apart, you perched down on both of your elbows and he folded your knees up to your chest, you must look obscene but you didn't care, he used magic to undress himself and he thrusted inside your wet heated core

"Ohhh my god ..loki" you moaned loudly as you felt so full of him suddenly and he groaned at how squeezed he felt inside you "God indeed princess, and you're my goddess" he mumbled as he started a slow and steady pace, the sounds of your moans driving him crazy, he leaned down into you, his mouth opening and closing as he breathed heavily,his jaw clenching and flexing, he looked beautiful

"Are you going to stop as soon as I get close?" You chuckled and his eyes bored into you "Noo" his voice so soft , so broken, he wasn't punishing you anymore "I never should have done that, you deserve to cum as many times as you fucking want" he kissed you softly and you moaned into his mouth "You forgive me too easily princess, I don't...uhh oh norns,.. I don't deserve to even touch you like this after what I have done" you wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed one of his forearms behind your back to support your weight

"Yeah? You want to be punished don't you?" You whispered in his ear and he bite on your shoulders, oh maybe he does, maybe he wants to suffer for you, maybe he wants you to make him pay, make him earn his forgiveness. "I uhh fuck..not going to last sweet princess" he whispered and as if you were when he fucked you so good after so long, "It's okay, let go, let me feel you cum inside me babyboy" you clenched your walls around him and he exploded right on command, he brought you both towards one of the most intense orgasm of your life, he grunted on top of you and the sight of him sent you straight to heaven, you finally laid down on the bed as you swam through the pleasurable waves "I love you..I love you..I love you so much princess..I'm sorrry" you forgave him last night itself you didn't know why he was feeling this way again but you didn't want him to feel bad or sad about it.

"I know baby, come here, I love you little kitten" you whispered and pulled him in for a hug, you held him like that until both of you calmed down and your breathing got back to normal "That was awesome" you giggled and he smiled at you, he wanted to take care of you and snuggle you but you both have a wedding to attend so he used his magic to clean you up then he dried your underwear and put it on you , then he fixed your make up and you put on the dress again , you were going to cover up the marks but he stopped you "Don't stress about that princess, you have me don't you?" You didn't understand what he meant by that , you love being all marked up but it would be highly inappropriate for the wedding, he walked over to you and ran his fingers through them and they disappeared "Told you I'd fix it didn't I?" He smirked and you blushed, when he put on his tux you couldn't keep your eyes off him, he's too good looking for his own good.

He took the plantie, hid it in his vault and then he drove you towards the venue, you were nervous about being one of the bridesmaids, you were walking down the aisle with lo though so you felt better about that atleast, when you reached he took you straight to pepper's room and you found jane,nat, wanda, joy and pepper there, her sister Mary was also there, and you greeted her "Loki honey get out of the room please" Pepper was all dressed up and was getting her make up done by professionals as she spoke "Virginia Can I stay please?" He gave her the puppy eyes and she looked at him confused "Whyyy?"

"I just have to, just please ignore me, I'll be in the corner of the room, or I can transform myself into a girl if that would make you comfortable" you gave her a tight lipped smile and her sister eyed him up and down and so did Joysha "He can do that? Turn into a girl?" Mary asked Pepper and she rolled her eyes, ofcourse he can, he's something else "That's not required loki you can stay" he smiled so widely and winked at you, like a shadow huh ? He meant it. He walked towards the corner as promised and sat down on a chair, you saw joy walking towards him and he smiled at her. You didn't want to know what they were talking about, it wouldn't do you any good

"Pepper, you look beautiful, the dress wow, it's so you" she had a tight fitting bodycon lace dress on and it fit her perfectly, she was tall and blessed with a hot bod "Thank you y/n I'm losing my shit though" she giggled but you could see her tearing up, wanda and others just gave her a look "Jitters are normal pep, been there done that" nat comforted her and she calmed down a little. Your eyes met with loki and he was looking at you, though conversing still with joy.

When it was time to walk the aisle, all the bridesmaids left first, maid of honor Mary was going to be first, followed by joy, nat, wanda, jane and then you, when they left you could see pepper was freaking out a little, you recognise that look, you get that look when you're about to have an anxiety attack "Pep you okay?" You asked her and she looked at loki then you "Fantastic it's my wedding right? I'm going to be Mrs Stark forever huh.. Woohoo" She giggled but her eyes teared up again "I'll be right outside" lo excused himself and you walked towards her, you fixed her veil and she lost her smile "I know you're freaking out, tell me what you need?" You asked her and she hugged you "Tony? Just get him for few minutes" she told you and you smiled, nobody can calm her down right now except him, you went outside and asked loki to get tony, he teleported himself quickly and then you saw him walking towards you with Tony just 2 minutes later.

They would sort this out you knew that atleast, made for each other. Loki took your hands in his and he walked you towards where others were , he kissed you softly and then joined his friends, they all looked so good, everyone looked perfect, especially lo, you wanted to destroy him "God you all, stop thinking about railing your boyfriends, I know they look fuckable" your eyes widened as you heard wanda "Wait ..what?" You asked her and she winced "I'm just nervous, sometimes when I'm nervous I have no control over my powers" you rubbed her shoulders and she calmed down a little. This wedding made everyone nervous, you'd probably never want to have a ceremony like that, just run off somewhere and get hitched.

When it was your turn to walk the aisle you put your arms around loki and he smiled at you "My oh my, you're beautiful, can I get your number please?" He flirted with you as if he was a stranger and you felt so calm and relaxed suddenly, the rest of the wedding went by swiftly, it was beautiful, their vows so heartfelt it made everyone tear up, you could only think about how it would be like to marry lo, he knew exactly what you were thinking so everytime your eyes met with his he would smile at you or wink at you. You loved that boy more than anything in the world.

The party was happening in the hall right next to the open venue so all of you joined in there , you were sitting next to each other, he kept you close and you had your head down on his shoulder "You two are always stuck together like two peas in a pod" you heard Steve's voice as he sat down on the same table, he had a woman with him and he introduced her "By the way this is Allie, my plus one, Allie this is loki and y/n" you looked at the woman and she did the same, she looked gorgeous, golden blond hair, rosy pale skin, tall thin stature. Loki looked at her curiously, and she did the same, but it started to get a little weird when he couldn't stop staring at her.

"I uhh we didn't know you were seeing someone" you broke the staring contest and steve smiled "Yeah we just met a few days ago but there's something about her" he smiled dreamily and you could tell what it was. Probably awesome sex with a beautiful woman. You all didn't talk much after that and you were thankful, loki took you dancing soon after but he glanced at her before he asked for your hand "Something feels off about her" he told you and you looked at her "It does?" You asked him and he held you close on the dance floor "Just stay close okay? Don't go anywhere without me, promise?" His voice so soft and sad as he asked, you didn't want him to live in such fear all the time but if he felt something seemed wrong than it might just be, you have learned to know better "I promise sweet baby, just calm down and relax, I'm here" he smiled and kissed your forehead

He kept his eyes on her and she did the same, who is she ? He have never seen her before that's for sure, he never forgets a face. Party went on for long, tony and pepper finally decided to bid adieu to everyone but all of you decided to stay for a round of drinks "Lo I need to use the restroom" you said to him and Allie heard you "Oh I do too, can I come with you" she asked you and loki glared at her "I'll take her, let's go" he got up and you took his hand "Do you often accompany your girlfriend loki? She's an adult" you sighed and gripped on his hand to calm him down "She was almost killed last week so I yes I do accompany her wherever she goes, you mind?" He asked her and you just dragged him away towards the restroom "you're such an angry bird" you ruffled his hair and he pulled you in into him all of a sudden as he kissed you deeply, when he finally let go you were all breathless "ooh okay" you giggled but then you saw his eyes, all teary and sad

"Please don't get sick of me darling, I'm just trying to protect you, can't lose you" he whispered as he placed his forehead on yours "lo baby don't ever say that again please, I'll never get sick of you, as long as I have you I don't care, I love you so much" you kissed his forehead and he hugged you tightly "I still need to ..you know..all the drinks are kind of wooohooing down there" you told him and he chuckled.

Aliksia watched it all from the distance and she fumed, she dialled a number on her cellphone "Fandral this is going to be harder than we thought, he wouldn't leave her side"

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x reader smut #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #pepperony #the avengers

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exovapor · 3 years ago

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I'm OBSESSED with your writing. Can you try.. Maybe, Donnie being a filthy boy being an 'stalker-ish' of his long time crush? Be checks their FB for new posts, saves every picture of them he finds? He doesn't mean to be a creep, feels guilty, but just doesn't know how to ask for more than friendship?

Good afternoon Anon. Here is my short story in relation to your ask.

I wasn't sure where you wanted me to take this, so I had to do a bit of guessing on my part. I hope this something like you were wanting.

I will admit that this ask was a bit of a struggle for me, not knowing a clear direction to take it outcome made me a little unsure of my writing and guessing abilities LOL. However, I will admit to crying along with the characters in this story more than once.

Thanks again for the ask and the initial compliment. I hope to continue to earn your favor in future posts.

· Stalker [noun]: 1a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. 2a person who hunts game stealthily.

· Donnie stared at the definition on his one of his monitor screens while his various other screens were busy flashing receipts of files downloaded, text trail streams from your phone, notices of any social media post/update/like/heart/emoji, a GPS line grid of your routes today (overlayed over the routes you’d taken previously), and data search hits of anything and everything that pertained to you.

· At this point, the boy had literally every picture you had ever posted, anywhere, of yourself. In fact, he had all the pictures that other people posted of you in them. He had even gone through the effort of designing a face recognition program that picks you out of the background of total strangers’ pictures and, yeah, he had those in a file too.

· He has special file folders that compile things that you like, things you don’t like, things that make you happy, things that make you sad. He is your own personal Pinterest and you didn’t even know it… and maybe that is the part that keeps bothering him so much.

· He sits staring at that word and definition and chewing his bottom lip. True, he knows the word and the meaning, but he needed to LOOK at it, analyze it, mull it over in his guilt ridden brain.

· He just KNEW the word Stalker couldn’t apply to him.

· After all, he isn’t harassing or persecuting you, you don’t know! So, it isn’t necessarily ‘unwanted attention’. It is just…unknown attention.

· Stealthily, hmmmm, did that part apply to him? Well, He isn’t EXACTLY being stealthy.

· If you knew about technology like him, then you would probably see his programs running on your devices and be alerted to his activities. AND, if you shared his love and view of technology, then you would probably be more understanding of his activities and not consider them stealthy…just data mining. In fact, you might applaud him.

· ‘Ok, that was taking it a bit too far’, Donnie thinks to himself and he feels a band tighten and squeeze around his infatuated heart.

· He is almost certain that you would be shocked to learn of his extra curricular activities and how they revolve around every aspect of you.

· Regardless of how he tried to spin the truth and wiggle out of the definition of stalker, Donnie still felt guilty for invading your privacy. However, he honestly couldn’t help himself…at least not anymore.

· He has fought the urge, the nagging thoughts and the burning need, to know more about you for what seemed like an eternity.

· Listen to him, he is starting to sound dramatic like Mikey! What is his turning into? He is losing his rational edge!

· To be accurate, it hasn’t been an eternity. In fact, he has known you 1 year, 36 days, 14 hours, 11 minutes, and 23 seconds to be exact. However, you started occupying space in his mind 2 minutes into meeting you and your claim over his mind has grown exponentially over time.

· You were quiet and reserved during that first meeting, so there wasn’t much to go on. It started as a simple visual interest with a thought of ‘Oh. She’s pretty’.

· However, then you started talking and that changed everything.

· You opened up more and more each time you hung out with their little group, revealing layers and layers of interests and personality. You were fascinating…and that’s when his thoughts about you really started to snowball and spiral out of control.

· You went from being a simple pretty face to being a walking embodiment of everything he seriously ever dreamed of having in a mate.

· Early on, there were three sticking points that really made Donnie’s feelings problematic. 1. He was a nearly seven foot tall walking talking turtle and you weren’t. 2. You had a boyfriend that you were deeply in love with and adored. 3. Donnie was too insecure about #1 and how you felt about inter-species dating to let you know that you had started to OWN his heart.

· Now, thanks to his surveillance, there were only two sticking points….#1 and #3.

· He still remembers the feelings of that day, 44 days ago, when the blip of information popped up on this screen alerting him to the fact that your boyfriend was starting to stray.

· Donnie had severely conflicting feelings bombard him at once and it was overwhelming.

· The initial knee jerk reaction was elation, one of the problems blocking him from you may soon be null.

· However, the feeling of elation only lasted for a second or two before the intense anger and sadness set in. Donnie was honestly shocked at the depth of his anger, he didn’t even know he had that level of malice in him. Had he been in physical proximity to your boyfriend at that moment in time, Donnie isn’t sure that he wouldn’t have hurt your guy…or worse.

· How COULD this guy do this? WHY would he? He HAD YOU! What the heck was this guy thinking? Not only did he have you, but you thought the world of him. When you spoke about him you would smile so genuinely, your eyes would shine and gaze off into a bright imagined future. Donnie was always so jealous to watch it happen, he wondered what it would be like to be THAT GUY. And here the idiot was throwing it all away and meeting up with another girl!

· WHAT THE…(yes, this called for a curse) HELL…IS WRONG WITH HUMAN MEN?

· As the anger set root in his heart, the sadness engulfed Donnie like an all-consuming wave. He realized he was going to have to share this information with you, somehow, and that he was going to have to watch as it destroyed you.

· At first, Donnie had a plan to try and save you both from that fate. True, it would hurt him more to save your relationship, but he would rather be the one facing the pain and not you.

· He TRIED to circumvent the situation. He sent anonymous messages to your boyfriend stating that he knew about the infidelity and that he would tell you if needed. However, it didn’t seem like your boyfriend cared because he sent messages back stating Donnie could, basically, go fuck himself.

· Life had cruel sense of irony, thought Donnie, that is exactly what I do since this moron has the woman that I love.

· So, after trying for nearly two weeks to stop what was happening behind your back, Donnie had no choice but to let you in on the secret.

· Donnie couldn’t come right out and tell you that he caught your boyfriend cheating by hijacking your data streams and the data streams of those around you. So, Donnie intercepted some texts between your boyfriend and his mistress and he then sent you a text, under the guise of your boyfriend, telling you to meet him at a specified restaurant for a date.

· It had been a gut wrenching night for Donnie. He remembered watching it all play out on camera feeds from around the restaurant and street outside. He watched you dressed up in your pretty dress get out of your cab in front of the restaurant. You had such a lovely smile on your face, you must have thought you were in for a romantic evening.

· He watched as you walked inside and how the hostess got flustered and confused by a 2nd girl showing up for your boyfriend’s seated-for-two table.

· Donnie stopped breathing as your eyes found the new couple holding hands and giving each other sweet kisses across the table. Hands and lips that were supposed to be yours were touching some stranger.

· Donnie watched your smile and eyes die…the light of your inner sun go out…

· …and it killed him.

· He’s not sure who was crying the hardest, you standing there in that restaurant witnessing the scene or him back at the lair watching your world crush around you on his monitor.

· It had taken a while for you both to recover from that night.

· His brothers noticed his melancholy mood for a couple of weeks but Donnie wouldn’t tell them what was bothering him. And you stayed in your bed, refusing to face the world, for nearly as long.

· Eventually, the group began to notice your silence and absence, so April stopped by your apartment to check on you. She was the one to pull you out of bed, get you to shower and eat. She visited everyday and made sure you had someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on.

· Donnie was glad that April could be there for you when he couldn’t. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him, a male, to be your confidant at that time. Especially since he felt so much guilt over having to be the one to expose you to that pain.

· No, he didn’t CAUSE the pain, but he did have to make you face it and he didn’t like not being able to protect you from it. You were such a rare, precious creature and watching you in pain felt like he was suffocating slowly.

· There were some points during those first few weeks that he questioned if he did the right thing, but logic told him it would have eventually come to pass with or without his involvement. It was better to rip the bandage of quickly and let you start to heal than it was to let you linger and drag out the inevitable.

· Donnie did secretly check on you every single night during patrol. And, of course, his surveillance feeds were always running. He watched from a distance as his beautiful phoenix burn down to ashes and, eventually, started to rise again.

· Now, it’s been over 3 months and you’ve begun to be more like your old self. Donnie can tell there is a silent sadness there, but you are able to laugh and smile with the group during your get togethers. And each time you two are left alone, his mind nags at him about those last two sticking points.

· Would you be at all interested in him? And HOW does he go about telling you that you have become the center of his world?

· Still staring at the monitor and the Stalker definition, Donnie sighs and rubs the bridge of his snout to release of the pressure now pushing against the inside of his head. The memories of what has happened, the emotions of what was and what is, it was all starting to be too much.

· “Bro, what’s all this?”, Mikey says standing behind Donnie’s chair, talking around a mouth full of pizza.

· “NOTHING!”, says Donnie, voice breaking from the stress of being caught. A startled Donnie quickly taps some keys on his keyboard and the screens revert back to the standard lair camera feeds.

· Mikey may look or even come off as naïve at times, but he’s no fool, he can sense that his older brother is trying to hide something. “Dude, seriously, what was that? I’ve been standing back here reading the screens. I saw Y/N’s name and that looked like her phone number on that other file…, you know the file that looks like texts messages. And why is there a plotted map of the area around her apartment, her work, and to the lair? What’s up?”, Mikey said giving a disapproving look at being thought a pushover.

· “Just standard surveillance, Mikey, nothing to worry about.”, Donnie says trying to placate Mikey’s curiosity. Donnie hates lying, especially to Mikey, but he’s feeling so guilty about being such a…(inward sigh)…stalking creep that admitting the truth is hard to do.

· Mikey stands there staring at Donnie and, as he does, Donnie begins to fidget with his computer chair armrests.

· Mikey stuffs the remnants of the pizza slice into his mouth and does his best Leo impersonation by crosses his arms and staring down at Donnie as sternly as his jolly face can achieve, “Dude, I’m not going to ask you again. You’ve been weird for months. We’ve let it go for the most part but now you are hiding things from me…from ME, dude! You and I, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, we’re ice cream and chocolate fudge, we young dudes have got to stick together. Trust me, bro, I’ve got you!”.

· Donnie stared at the floor, too ashamed to meet Mikey’s eyes any longer. He gave a heavy sigh and reluctantly started to speak, “Sorry Mike, I…I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. I’m doing things I never thought I would do, I’m feeling so guilty about it, but I don’t know if I can stop doing it either. I feel…lost.”.

· Mike relaxed his leader stance and leaned against one of Donnie’s lab tables, “Bro, I can tell you’ve been carrying some heavy stuff lately. You need to let it out.”

· Donnie felt the heat rise up through his body like he was suddenly being consumed by a fire and he ripped his glasses off his face and drew them down on the desk in frustration, “Mikey, I’m in love with Y/N. I have been for a while. I have been…”, Donnie hangs his head in shame, “…tracking all her digital foot prints and watching her. In fact, I’m the reason she found out that asshole boyfriend of her's cheated.”

· Mikey’s mouth drops open at Donnie’s demeanor and use of the word ‘asshole’, “Whoa, dude, why didn’t you say something earlier?”.

· Donnie can feel a stinging at the corners of his eyes, this was so embarrassing, so frustrating, so…..so many things at a once. He didn’t have a response for Mikey, all he could do was shake his head.

· Still with his head hung down and staring at the floor, Donnie starts to hear Mikey chuckle. Donnie looks up to see Mikey’s eyes on him and for some reason they are full of merriment at his painful dilemma. Donnie stares at his, normally, very considerate brother in astonishment, this isn’t like Mikey at all!

· “Mikey, I’m more than serious here, now is not the time to make fun of me. What is so funny?”, Donnie asks exasperatedly.

· Mikey shakes his bald head and claps his brother on the shoulder with his green hand, “Bro, she thinks you’re cute.”.

· “W-What?!”, Donnie stammers out.

· Mikey, still chuckling, says, “Yeah, dude, that’s why I asked WHY you didn’t say something about liking her sooner, she’s always thought you were cute. She and I talk about it all the time.”.

· Donnie just stares at his jolly brother in silence. His mind is too blown to form a sentence.

· Mikey turns to leave stating, “And by the way, dude, stop watching her like that…that’s just creepy.”.

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