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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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[ 11.09 ] yunho × reader (ft. ateez)

⇀ one thing he wants from his birthday. should he ask for it ?

⇁ it's f2l yunho y'all !!

⇁ HAPPY YUNHO DAY! :D

The birthday surprise was a success.

You and the boys had planned everything down to the T and thankfully, it went splendidly. At exactly 12.00 am, everyone barged into Yunho and San's room, startling the former into stubbing his toe against the side of his table where he was gaming.

Despite everyone else there, he had his eyes on you. And well, maybe the cake. But mostly you.

He felt a blush crept up his face as you crouched down, face a bit closer to him than he would like because he was afraid that you could hear how fast his heart is beating inside his chest.

"Make a wish, Yunho," you grinned at him.

In his head, Yunho had only one wish. One thing that he wants above anything else. You.

So he closed his eyes, imagining you and him being together, then he opened his eyes again and blew on the candle, making everyone cheer.

During the hour after surprising him, he felt the urge to confess. He saw how close you are with his members but he didn't feel jealous whatsoever. Not even when Wooyoung pulled you into his lap or when Seonghwa made you blush by complimenting your outfit. He found your closeness to be endearing. He loves the boys and he loves you. Platonically and romantically.

Without him realizing, he was staring at you who were talking to Jongho in a hushed tone at the other side of the room. Whatever you both were talking about seemed super secretive and he was curious. But he was more focused on how adorable you looked with your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip between your teeth.

"Can you be any more obvious?" Mingi called out from next to him out of nowhere, making him jump up in surprise. "You should just tell her, man!" his friend chuckled, patting his back.

At his words, Yunho furrowed his eyebrows, "And risk getting rejected? I don't wanna ruin our friendship," he sighed in disappointment. Mingi raised an eyebrow at him, "Did you ruin our friendship when you told me you didn't really like my leopard print shirt?" he asked which made Yunho rolled his eyes, "That's different man, (y/n) is not a piece of clothing that can make you look like a cougar," he scoffed playfully. Mingi gasped dramatically and shoved Yunho playfully, "The ruffles adds character!" he protested, "But really, stop being a wimp and be THE BOYFRIEND," he continued and nudged the taller male towards you.

Neither of them realized that you were behind Yunho. So when Mingi nudged him, he accidentally bumped into you, making you gasp.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, (y/n)!" Yunho said as he turned, grabbed your shoulder and looked you over to see if you're okay.

You couldn't help but find his concern beyond adorable. And frankly, you like his attention.

"I'm fine Yu, just spilled a bit of beer on me," you said, showing the cup in your hand. His eyes widened at that and he grabbed your hand in his tight yet comforting grip, "Well, let's get you a refill and clean you up a bit," he said as he led you to the kitchen area.

Before you realized what was happening, he head hoisted you up on the kitchen counter. Yunho then make a quick work to wet a paper towel to clean the part of your shirt that got splashed by beer. From where you were sitting, you were able to fully appreciate Yunho's beauty, grinning at how serious he looked. "Yu, it's just beer, I ca-" he cut you off before you could continue, "But I accidentally spilled it on you," he said, looking up at you with his sad puppy eyes, clearly feeling bad for something so minor.

You couldn't help yourself, seeing him like this, your body moved on its own. Before you could stop yourself, you had leaned down and pecked him on the forehead.

When the both of you realized what you had done, you both stood there frozen. Yunho between your legs as your hands cupped his face.

For a while, you both can only stare at each other dumbly. Neither of you knew what to do at that moment. Being stunned, confused, exhilarated, happy, and nervous mixed into one.

"Are they just gonna fucking stare at each other all night? I wanna fucking sleep, damn it," Hongjoong said.

Both you and Yunho snapped your heads towards the source of the voice only to see Hongjoong being dragged behind the walls by presumably Seonghwa. Yunho could only groan in embarrassment as you giggled at the ridiculous situation.

Yunho then turned to look at you with a sheepish smile, "Already made a fool of myself, might as well do this," he said but it sounded more like he was talking to himself. You tilted your head at him in confusion, much like a puppy's and Yunho swore his heart stopped at that moment.

He repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to say what he wanted to say. Deciding he needed some courage, he grabbed the cup by your side, poured a freshly opened can of beer into the cup and gulped it down. At the sight, you raised an eyebrow at him, quite confused. Without thinking, you blurted out, "That's my cup Yu... You know that means we're indirectly kissing, right?"

Maybe it was his nerves or the utter bluntness of your words, but Yunho choked on his beer. He began coughing harshly, leaning on his arms that's on either side of you. Unintentionally, this allowed his head to lean against your chest. But in the middle of his coughing fit, he didn't really realized it. Though, he was brought back to reality when you began patting and rubbing his back, your chest vibrates with laughter, "I'm sorry Yuyu, I didn't mean to do that," you said mid laugh.

He looked up at you and pouted, "You can't do that when I'm trying to confess to you," he said. This time, his words surprised you, your eyes widened and mouth dropped open slightly. Taking this as a chance for him to speak, Yunho stood up straighter and his hands reached for both of yours, enveloping them in his much bigger ones. He took a deep breath before he started talking, "I... Well, I've known this for a while and I don't want to keep my feelings to myself anymore because more than anything, today, on my birthday, I would like to be your boyfriend," he confessed.

When your eyes widened, he took that as a bad sign. When really, you were surprised because you didn't expect it at all. Mere moments ago, you had just told Jongho that you wanted to tell Yunho how you felt but you didn't wanna ruin his birthday in case he doesn't feel the same.

"O-oh God, okay, you don't feel the same. Well, I mean, at least can you not give me the rejection today? As like, a birthday present to me? You know, save me feeling mortified on the day I came to this world which turns out to be a stupid thing since right now I want the ground to open up and just swallow me whole. I can befriend whatever creature lives under the earth's crust. There's video games there, right? I-I-I- I shouldn't have- no, I should tell you my feelings but maybe I shouldn't have told you that today. I'm so-"

His ramblings were stopped by you pressing your lips onto his. Yunho froze up at the feeling of your lips on his and he let out a tiny whine when you pulled away to look at him with the biggest smile on your face, "I like you too... Boyfriend," you said.

Other than your name, Yunho had never thought he could like- no, love a word so much.

Slowly, a smile broke on Yunho's face as well. He couldn't help but cup your face and kiss you one more time.

In the background, the boys screamed and cheered in support. Glad that their two friends finally confessed and they can finally tease the heck out of them. Not only because the confession was so cheesy, but because of how stupid they were. Months spent pining over each other to the boys and refusing to confess due to being afraid. The boys were so close to confessing to you both themselves, but they were glad Yunho finally did it.

But Yunho couldn't care about the rest of the boys. Not even a little bit whene he got you in his arms. Lips against his, the sound of your giggle ringing in his ears.

Right at that moment, he realized that his birthday wish came true.

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windlion · 2 years

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Malevolent podcast, part 8! Eps 23-25

And now we're into the home stretch~~~

Don't ask questions you don't want answers to, Arthur. Delicious.

Oh, it correlated because Arthur just got monched on

"Why are we naked" NOT A GOOD QUESTION TO HAVE

Oh the floor is screaming that's casual

I mean, at least you're in nice digs?

Mmm. *side-eyes* You're wearing a bow-tie, I can't trust you

Why does he know your name?

Arthur all "do I look like I can buy the place"

Okay, good, Arthur also skeptical AF

"If we stay here we die" 8 ball says "Most likely yes"

I can absolutely see this as a video game sequence with the lightning and blackness

"What made you like him?" Yellow, you bein' transparent

Welcome to being the voice of reason, Yellow!

You think he's not going to notice the cold and the rain from the window opening? But better than being found!

"NOT HELPING"

Yellow "MAYBE IF YOU WERE AFRAID YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS BS"

Time for Yellow to be all ". . . I cannot believe you are doing this and not dying"

Y'all want to take a minute to get the star-footed bestiary deets?

Heart to hearts in a storage room~ aww, Yellow trying hard

"A levitating massive black stone" - thaaaat's the mountain guys

And a secret door!

Oh you guys gonna walk straight back into this guy

Who is Older Than He Looks, of course

Toot toot magic flute~ to control the invisible monster I'm guessing

And you have now activated the magic security alarm system

Ah we meet the owner of the femur?

Larson absolutely follows the Classic Villain playbook

WELP you took longer to get the point of the game, Arthur

"Wasn't" - I am going to guess that didn't hold super long

Cord is going to be a garrotte, I bet

OH but not the way I expected, yikes

Ohhhhh okay that's fucked

And then he was dinner. . . but not without some EYAGH

"Did I interrupt something?"

"I didn't peg you for a Catholic" *wheeze* that's a hilarious way of saying "I thought you were a cultist."

Yeah this guy is a creep

Arthur you are slow to get what I thought was your opening line

Okay that's . . . *grimace face*

Ohhh boy

And we hit Arthur's berserk button / breaking point, Arthur is going to fucking kill you

Ding ding ding, I am a winner

Yellow, you are being a dick and Arthur is breaking down apparently

And now we have an elegy for John

OH OH That is a Development!!

"Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?!"

And now back to your regularly scheduled shit show! Petition for Arthur to have an hour or two of breaking down crying before passing out in exhaustion.

"You have your hand back!" Arthur, alarmingly happy to lose autonomy for company

Please remember the magic flute if you still have it

"You look like shit" Thanks, buddy, glad to see you too

"It was you without the -you-"

Arthur all "I have a man to kill."

You found the cultist's temple!

Are you sure you didn't just hit another mirror

Time for panic attack!

And John gets to be the moral voice

*side-eyes* Wow that honey moon period was short

"I guess" . . . Mmm that was not super positive

Box puzzle!

How many people have the Larsons chucked down here?

. . . Or they live here now

"We never actually tried waiting"

Time to talk~~~

You are doing whatever the opposite of back-handed compliments are

Arthur, my dude you are not good at this, but that is probably because you need ALL THE THERAPY

And you are realizing it, that's something

Oh okay he is accruing scars

AND NOW YOU REMEMBER THE FLUTE

One of them, one of them~ Introduce yourself to your new neighbors

Dinner bell has been rung!

At least that's relatively quick???

Time to hide in the pantry~

Oh we're back to this again

I get the parallel they're making here but I'm also sort of like . . . how are we expected to believe they completely swapped morals?

*eyes Arthur* ALL the therapy

"I'm not angry I'm disappointed"

Arthur I would also like you get your shit together

Go back into the estate to find your bag and the flute?

You are definitely getting your cardio in today

That's not quiet, John

The lighter is definitely Arthur's own talisman - which does explain why Killing it With Fire worked so well. I do kinda wonder if the other magic objects are also coming from individual people

Time for your colonial bullshit to be questioned, Arthur

*pokes Arthur* You need to get your head around the fact you killed someone. Not accidental manslaughter this time, but very deliberately. It wasn't necessarily premeditated murder but you sure as fuck don't have a high ground. And you may very well have caused other people to die.

"Nothing that doesn't come with experience" Or PTSD

"I've only done this to survive" not ALL of it

And that's your problem, Arthur, you need to own that if you're going to kill people or cause them to die by your inaction you need a reason for it, and you need to decide if the reasons are good enough for your morals. And the demon in your head is your Jimminy Cricket right now

~~~Cuuuuuult~~~

Yellow King knows them, that's not great

"Things military" gives you deja vu, hmmm

Arthur, you are not doing a great job of being forthcoming

Yikes that is a way to go

Yeah, John is getting all the psychic damage

"We can go home!" - What do you think is still there four months later?

"I'm okay, are you okay?"

Open the goddamn door Arthur

"Yet" that's worrying

. . . Cain? You be playin?

OPEN THE DOOR, ARTHUR

It's a temple, you idiot

John you are NOT HELPING

. . . And his head exploded, didn't it.

I scream at the top of my lungs, "What's going on?"

"Blackstone" = the floating mountain that people were worshiping and/or the mountain you're literally in right now

. . . That was a switch, Arthur

Yiiiiiiikes, that's a note to end on.

So clearly we've got more story coming, and I am Invested to see where it goes.

I am still frustrated at the see-saw of characterizations, like it's getting fast-forwarded too much to really explain or feel why. Telling not showing, I guess? It does make me think as a writer what's working and what isn't. The creator's getting better at the medium as they go, so I think it's been a really good learning experience.

#Wind is a ridiculous creature #Malevolent podcast #screamalong #eps 23-25 #wouldn't mind doing this for other podcasts/shows #hmmmmm what next #I do have ALL THE DMBJ to watch still #where NPSS is also very instructive by what he does and doesn't do XD

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt.

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America."

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though."

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?"

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me."

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?"

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine."

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris Hemsworth series #chris Hemsworth X oc #mcu rpf

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yanqiiuver · 3 years

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐱 (𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲) 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

requested by myself cause i luv this boy and i watched khoi and zach stream at 11am jn + it's my bday 🎉 and i switched up my writing style too ❣

in the mood to write angst cause it's my fav fanfic genre

warnings: angst, bolded + italics are flashback scenes

enjoy ✧˚ · .

: ̗̀➛ 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 + 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳..." ღ

You were on your way to Albedo's station on Dragonspine. It was the day you were finally deciding to confess to your best friend of 8 years. Of course at first you were afraid of telling him about your feelings, afraid to ruin your friendship. But after some persuasion from your other best friend, Kaeya (idk I feel like he is one of the characters who is most likely to try to convince his best friend to confess their feelings), you finally agreed after 2 years. Yes, you have been hiding your feelings for 2 years, that was until Kaeya caught you staring at him a few months after you started liking Albedo. He only took a few second to catch on to what was happening. "Oh ho I see someone is in love aye?" Blushing at Kaeya's comment you turned away from the boy you were unconsciously staring at to scowl at Kaeya. "No I do not!" you scoffed, standing up and storming off as he chuckled at your reaction. After 2 years of convincing and encouragement, you were finally going to confess. You nervously played with your fingers as you walked up towards his campsite , the snow not affecting you due to your cryo vision (I wish this was real in Genshin ehe I got this idea from a fanfic on Wattpad I'm so sry but I forgot who wrote this although i just read this fanfic yesterday). As you approached his campsite, you could hear faint voices and one extremely high pitched and loud voice. Paimon. You decided not to intrude on their conversation and just waited outside, not thinking much about their conversation until you heard this one line coming out from his mouth. "I- I like you..." you peeked your head a little to see the inside without letting them see you, to see a flustered Albedo with a burning red face and a extremely happy Lumine. You choked back a sob, alerting of them of your presence. You saw Albedo and Lumien turn to face you with eyes widened. That was when you made your run for it, all the way back to Mondstadt. Once you made it to Mondstadt, you ran all the way back to your house, but of course you had to run into Kaeya halfway through. He stopped you and was about to ask how the confession went until he saw your red puffy eyes. You pushed past him and ran back to your house without anyone stopping you anymore. Shutting the door behind you, you rushed to your bedroom and shut yourself in. Flopping on the bed, you thought to yourself, "Why am I like this? I'm his best friend, i should be happy for him, he finally found someone he loves. So why am I so disappointed? Why didn't I catch the signs earlier? Maybe that way it wouldn't have hurt this much. I should have caught on earlier. I wish I am Lumine, would you have chose me if I were more like her? Because I'm not her, I'm nothing like her."

Ehe finally done. Pls correct me if I made any mistakes and uh if y'all want a part 2 feel free to request. I'm not sure if this angst is good, I usually like the type of angst that makes me cry so... anyways hope you liked it whee have a nice morning, afternoon or night wherever you are <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ash ^w^

#albedo genshin impact #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #genshin impact #fanfic #genshin fanfic

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hanjo-love · 4 years

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Now I became selfish and I hope the shard is showing Hanji being saved by Kiyomi or something. She go the worst treatment and if Isayama was afraid of the backslash like you said why make it even worse with those parallels with eremika? Is he preparing the Fandom for another levihan moment? I'm tired of EVERYONE surviving but her, Kiyomi's kindness really??? And Onyankopon, while I don't hate him, he survived a plane crash and he doesn't add much yet he is there for being the editor's favorite, Yelena is there after all she did and she adds even less, and the people titanized will revert to human (or at the very least Isayama's favorites will).

Oh anonie, you and me both my friend, you and me both 😔 Beware, a long rant-ish meta is ahead of you lol

I have absolutely no fucking idea why Yams decided to treat Hanjo like shit. You know, after a long time of denying her death, I was starting to accept it, because she was finally free, free of the burden and pain and finally reunited with the people she missed and longed for the most. But then Yams decided to slap us all in the faces saying there's no happy & peaceful afterlife in snk and Hanjo was probs only hallucinating because of her 4 years long depression? Well then, fuck you Yams! What was that even for? Isayama never backed off of showing us the horrors of death in snk, no matter how important the characters and how brutal their deaths really were. Still, he never showed us Hanji's actual death or dead body. He kept it misterious and his vague answers only made it worse. So it's only natural for us to expect a plot twist, right? That's the reason all of us gathered various hints in the manga, anime and his interviews. And lemme tell you, these theories are far more logical, better explained and have less plot holes than the entire final arc smh (yes I'm salty, fight me lol)

I hate to admit it, my inner self is still in denial and fighting, but Hanjo ain't coming back folks. We won't get any background story and the misterious shard will never be explained to us either. Yams had more than enough time to bring Hanjo back, if he truly wanted to. But he didn't. And now with only one chapter and so many unanswered questions left, there's no time for Hange's return. Why would he even do that anyways? Hanjo isn't important to him or to the story anymore. To us she is, always was and always will be ❤️ You know, I'm so fucking desperate to see her again, I'll even take one last panel of Levi remembering her, just like in ch136. Yams just let us see Hanjo one more fucking time 🙏🏻 I need to say my proper goodbyes to my one&only comfort character, who's influenced my life like no one else ever did ❤️

Back to Levihan (I don't think I can answer an ask without my biased and trashy shipper ass butting in lmfao): the question why Yams confirmed Levihan as canon if he didn't intend to bring Hange back and reunite her with Levi to make us him happy again? Well, isn't it obvious? This man is the devil incarnate. THIS MAN HAS NO FUCKING CHILLS lmfao JK y'all before someone declares war on me and my blog haha Well anonie, I feel like Yams really wanted to confirm his initially planned ships as canon, before the manga ends. And he chose the safest way possible. Easy as that. Also he said he is going for a bittersweet ending and what's more tragic (in this literal hell) than separating lovers, ergo Eremika and Levihan.

Now to something else, that's been bothering me for a while now and I'll use your ask anonie to share my thoughts with the world even though nobody asked lmao tbh I'm a bit disappointed with Armin. I love him, I really do. He's my precious cinnamon roll and my fave 104th kiddo. But honestly, I was expecting a bit more of the alleged "hero who will safe humanity". In fact, I'm sure Hanjo only died for Armin to become the new commander. That's it. That was the reason she had to die. Yams glossed over her to make Armin shine. But in fact, Levi's the one who's giving orders ever since Hange has left them. I might me salty, but I really hope the talk with Zeke (and probs Ymir as well, we still might have a chance to see the dialog that made Ymir change her mind) and his titan nuke weren't the only things he did as "humanity's hero" in this final arc. For some people this might me enough, for me it isn't. It wasn't worth Hange's sacrifice. Also what made me really sad was Armin himself glossing over Hanjo when he remembered Erwin Danchou, but not her. Like she didn't just pass away an hour ago to save their pathetic asses. Ugh this is making me hella mad, ngl. Hanjo didn't deserve this treatment! She gave her all for this! To save the alliance, to "pay the price" for her "sins" as the SC commander and to save humanity. I can't deal with how all of them and the fandom apparently forgot about that.

Now on to "Kiyomi's kindness" lol I wasn't really mad at Gabi for saying this as most of the fandom was. I won't go into detail why she isn't really a rationally thinking character (yo guys, you do remember she's a 12 year old kid, right?), but it's a fact that she didn't care for Hange enough to mention her. I mean, why would she? She barely even knew her. Also we don't really know what's gonna happen with Yelena, Kiyomi and her delegation. I don't know if I'm reading too much into it, but I feel like Kiyomi accepted her death with saying "that's not enough atonement for what I did anyway". I mean they don't know if the alliance will win (they probably think they won't) and they're in the middle of literally nowhere. So I feel like Gabi said that because Kiyomi sacrificed herself (and the others on that ship) willingly, for Gabi, Falco and Annie getting a little chance of surviving and helping the alliance. But I get the rage of the fandom. Especially because no one, except for Levi, remembered Hange after her noble sacrifice.

As for Yelena and Onyankopon, there obviously has to be someone from outside of Paradis to survive the rumbling, otherwise it wouldn't make a lot of sense, I guess. I like Onyankopon a hecking lot ❤️ precious boi was literally crying for Hanjo 😭 Yelena on the other hand deserves what she got. Death would be too easy and kind for her tbh. She has to live with the consequences, just like Kiyomi, so I'm actually glad they survived. So my guess is, it's not really about who's Yams' favorite and what these people are contributing to the story, but it's rather about a logical ending and a good conclusion of the story.

I agree with you about the ones who have been titanized. They'll for sure revert back to humans. It's not really Yams' style to kill of an important character like Gabi, whose character development he's been forcing on us for quite a while now lol. I'm pretty positive about an ending with the titan curse being broken and bringing the titanized people back to human beings (probs also the millions of colossal titans?). It's only natural for Yams to end the story with the titan curse being lifted. Otherwise it wouldn't make sense to end his story at this point. But let's not forget what a big ass troll Yams is lmao you never really know what he's up to, so let's prepare for the unimaginable lmfao

I'll probably never forgive Isayama for what he did to Hange, his best written character, how he completely ruined her and threw her away as disposable, just to make other characters "shine". HER DEATH WAS POINTLESS AND IT DID NOT FUCKING CHANGE ANYTHING! That's the harsh truth y'all. Yams betrayed Hanjo and us AND FOR WHAT?

Thanks for the ask anonie and sorry I turned this into my personal rant lmao hope you still enjoy reading my thoughts on this ❤️

#anonymous #asks #Hange #Hanji #Hange Zoe #Hanji Zoe #Hans Zoe #Hansi Zoe #Levihan #OTP #Ship #snk #shingeki no kyojin #Hajime Isayama #Holy moly that was a long one haha sorry about that folks 😂#Meta #Snk meta

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Thunderstorms (Josuke Higashikata x Reader)

A Josuke Higashikata x Reader one shot where you were once part of the Crusaders, coming to Morioh with Mr. Joestar, and your pomp baby likes you.

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A chilly breeze under the warm sun. You were standing on the port of a moving boat, facing the wind that blew your [H/C] hair as you leaned on the sill with a calm expression, eyes closed and lips quirked into a wide smile. You loved moments where you just partook the natural quiet sounds around you, the splashes of water and whispering currents being music to your ears. The day has been serene so far, but you didn't really come here for vacation.

"Shizuka! Come quick! Come quick!"

The voice of a man called for you, disturbing your moment with the calming ocean. You stood from leaning and yawned, popping some stiff muscles before you ran off in panic upon realizing that you were supposed to take care of the person that called for you. Yeap, you forgot of your job for over a second.

You entered the lounging room of the boat and darted your eyes on the back of a crouching man who seemed to be inspecting something on the ground beside the couch. You couldn't see what it was but you were relieved, placing your hands on top of your heart as you sighed.

The man shifted his head and glanced at you with wrinkled eyes and parted lips, "I tried slipping on it, Shizuka, but I couldn't!"

You peeked over him after you reached his side and saw something yellow, "Is that what I think it is?" You replied, giggling as you realized his comedic attempt on trying to solve cartoon logic.

"This banana peel couldn't make me slip.." The old man repeated as he tried to stand up. You held his arm and helped him settle on the couch. He grabbed his wooden cane and placed it in between his legs before setting his eyes on the oceanic scenario outside the windows, "[Y/N]..! I'm sorry.. the name Shizuka has been on my mind lately.. It's-it's a pretty name, don't you think?"

You smiled at his words, grabbing the banana peel from the ground before sitting beside him, "I think it is, Mr. Joestar!"

Familial and friend, you were someone that Mr. Joestar would describe with those two words. Being a member of the Crusaders, and being the youngest one at that, had a big contribution on your platonic relationship with the old man. He was always looking out for you while your brave self assured him that you're afraid of one thing, but you're not afraid to kick the lingering enemy Stand users' peaches. He believed you like how a father would believe her daughter's imaginary stories, making sure you won't feel like you were invalidated. Although, his worry that the trip would scar you, both physically and mentally, increased to the max when the group arrived at Egypt, which led to you being transported back to your lonely home by the Speedwagon Foundation.

You couldn't understand the reason of his worry along with the other Crusaders, so you had a childish decision to to cut ties with them, only to reach out a few years later. At that time, you talked to Mr. Joestar himself, not even hiding the fact that you broke down on the phone when he hesitantly told you that only three of your group survived. You were joyed that he still considered you as a part of the Crusaders, but you were disappointed that you were immature, making you miss all the trivial things that happened. The old man comforted you like those nights when you were missing your parents, fondly telling you, "That's a no-go! The boys wouldn't want you shaming yourself now, and neither would I. Live your life like you're supposed to, little [Y/N]. Everyone would be so proud of the woman you'd become!"

Now that you're on the legal age of 18, you're trying to fulfill your number one goal in mind, and that is to be a doctor under the Speedwagon Foundation. Sure, you're a bit forgetful sometimes, but you have a free pass for being under special training which was only possible because of your Stand.

..and your connection with the Joestars.

You and Mr. Joestar were sitting in silence, lost in reminiscing thoughts, until the sound of a water vehicle grew to be disturbing the peace even if it sounded far.

"What..?" You glared at the surroundings, frantically looking from the door where you came from to the side of the windows, figuring out where the vehicle is most likely to be, "Mr. Joestar, I have to check something outside. It'll be quick, a'right?" You stood up, rushing outside after you received no reply from the unbothered old man who still had his attention on the scenery.

You ran through and up the hallway until you reached the edge of the deck. You held on to the red fence as you leaned with squinting eyes, trying to see who was on the.. motorboat approaching the boat you're on. The attempt took minutes, making you sit on the floor in boredom before you jumped to your feet in excitement as you finally saw the passengers of the smaller vehicle. One was a boy in a blue uniform you absolutely do not know and the other..

The other was your childhood emo crush who now wore a white hat and coat, "JOTARO! Jotaroooo!" You screamed, waving both your hands with a cheeky grin. This is your first time meeting him after a decade! You forgot, but you were just as excited when you were informed about meeting Jotaro Kujo during this boat trip with Mr. Joestar.

"I heard you're a Marine Biologist now, huh! Remember when you knocked that one shark out to save me?!" You ironically screamed before laughing, following the motorboat to the back as the boy in uniform whispered to Jotaro while pointing at you. The adult man didn't mind the two children around him and focused on driving the motorboat, tugging the brim of his hat down as he gave himself a small smile.

Two of the Speedwagon Foundation crew was already waiting for the motorboat when you reached the back, "Sirs! You knew they were coming?" You asked as you reached their side, eyes still on the said vehicle.

"[L/N]? We actually informed you about this.." One of the two answered, making you rub your neck as you looked up, trying to remember it happening. You tried.. and got extremely confused in just a minute that you didn't even notice that the passengers of the motorboat had boarded yours. You were snapped with your sudden realization that you've told Mr. Joestar you'll only be quick with checking, making you run back to the room he's in.

Okuyasu Nijimura, who actually thought you ran off because he stood in front of you, looked back at Jotaro with a puzzled face. The adult man shove his hands inside his pockets and gave permission to follow you with a jerk of his head, to which the student complied to, but not without a scrunched face and a dramatic hop on the small wall that separated the stern of the boat from the hull where the lounge was.

Mentoring three different teenage boys has been a pain in the back. Jotaro doesn't know if he should be happy that you're back with them or.. he should just devise an escape plan from all of this. Either way, with you here, he's certain that he doesn't have to look out for his Jiji that much.

The boat arrived at the harbor safely. Knowing that an enemy posed as a crew and wanted to get rid of Mr. Joestar was a bit surprising, you even thought Okuyasu was Mr. Joestar's son at first! But now that you're seeing his actual son who had an eye-catching pompadoured hair, you weren't surprised on how charming he was.

You whistled and nudged Jotaro who was on your side. Everyone had their eyes on the father and son walking away hand in hand, "Woah, that's Josuke Higashikata? Sheesh, Jotaro. What's with y'all Joestars being so hot and everything?"

Jotaro glared at you, "Gimme a break. You're older than him."

You glared back and faced him, "I'm literally 18 and he's 16! Don't say that like I'm some sort of creep!" You jokingly punched him on the shoulder and voiced an ora, to which he responded with tipping his hat down and turning his back on you, "Hmp— Oh, may you please tell Josuke that I could tend to his wounds? I don't wanna ruin their moment right now, so maybe later?"

Jotaro turned his head and nodded, "Coolness! Thanks, my dear ocean man!"

—

Several weeks have passed since yours and Mr. Joestar's arrival at Morioh, and you've grown closer to the group as to be expected. Okuyasu always goes out of his way to meet you at the hotel you're staying at because of how much he enjoys your pampering when he blurts to you about how his pomp-haired friend gets the ladies in school, he had even told you that Koichi had a scary girl obsessing over him, not forgetting to mention that she was cute anyway. You seldomly meet the said boy, Koichi, as he was not the type to go around town if not needed, and only accompanied him once when he walked his large fluffy dog. Josuke on the other hand, always comes with Okuyasu to the hotel but he doesn't speak to you and only observes your interactions with his friend and his father while you also played with the invisible baby they found, whose name is now Shizuka. You didn't know there was a relevant reason as to why he wouldn't talk to you even if you tried to start a conversation, so you shrugged it off and just shot him genuine smiles whenever your gazes met. You were technically the older sister in the gang and it would make sense that Jotaro was the older brother, but he was more of an uncle figure.

Josuke planned to continue his tsundere facade until he was sure of asking you out -on a date- for a hangout with just the two of you, but what he didn't expect was for a certain someone, who he just can't seem to get along with, to poof up and force him to ruin his own plans.

"Listen, listen! I met a Stand User earlier today. I was just doing my own thing when he took photos of me without my permission. He even directed me of what to do and straight up got mad when I hesitated! Turns out, he's a mangaka who found me as a good reference and I was like, good and not perfect? He glared at me for a second then he just summoned his Stand! Yo! It was a cute, white and gold dude! Of course he didn't get the chance to use the dude on me, I have my totally cute Stand too! Next thing I know, he invited me for coffee! Rad, huh?"

You didn't even need to mention his name for them to know who you were talking about. The two boys who listened, Josuke and Okuyasu, looked at each other in shock before talking to themselves like you weren't there. Calling him the 'spider-licking guy', badmouthing him and expressing every inch of their dislike for the man. Inviting you for coffee was a bad call, it just meant that you two became friends and scheduled a date. Josuke tried his best to make you back out of it, eventually talking to you all the time and taking care of you, his father and the baby, like the older brother —your partner— he wanted to be since the time he realized he likes you. He couldn't accept that the mangaka had the upper hand, so he tried to do everything he can to change that.

But of course, the 'pure love kind of guy' failed.

The day of your date with the great mangaka arrived. You were in a good mood as you prepared, the voice of Kai Harada playing on the background radio noise. The man had said that today is a sunny day, to your delight, but there is a chance of a hard gloomy storm at afternoon, to your dismay. If there's one thing about nature that you dislike the most, it's thunderstorms. Although those weren't mentioned, the anxiety of being out in the open while it occurred crept over you. You observed yourself at the vanity mirror: your hair fixed into a [H/S] that you do only for special occasions and a [F/C] [O/F] that fitted your style and body as you kept your face in a natural but fresh look, eyeing details of yourself to shrug off the previous thought.

It's now 1PM and you are finally face to face with the mangaka, seated outside the famous Cafe Rengatei in Morioh. You arrived earlier than the meeting time, making you certain that your efforts to fix yourself went to a shame.

"It seems you've made an effort for your meeting with me today. You look quite presentable," Rohan started, leaning on the chair as he crossed his arms and had his chin up.

You quirked a brow, copying his action, "And what does that imply, Mr. Good Reference?"

"It implies that you're a perfect reference right now so I'll be straight to the point of this meeting," He frankly stated. Puzzled at the word 'meeting', your brows creased, "I want you to let me use Heaven's Door on you, and you will be paid. Since I didn't get a good— let you get away before, I'm asking for the permission you're requiring me of. I heard from my friend, Koichi, that you might have an interesting story. I could have just used Heaven's Door on him, but his information of you is limited. So, is that settled?"

And here you thought this was a date.

You bit your cheek from the inside and held the clothing on your lap, "Yeah, yeah. When do we start? Oh, and you don't have to pay because you sounded real genuine and kind. Thank you very much!" You replied, a bit of sarcasm coming with it.

Rohan raised an eyebrow and battled with your blank stares before speaking, "Tch. I have the money to pay, [L/N]. Meet me at my house tomorrow morning. Don't make me wait." He grabbed his sketchbook from below the table and stood up, giving you one final, sassy look before he left.

You watched him walk away, sighing deeply as his form vanished. He got you hard with the coffee invitation and he didn't even stayed a little longer to order and enjoy an afternoon snack with you. Oh, right.

You were just acquaintances. Nothing more and maybe less. It's not that you liked him in a certain way, you were only bummed that you requested a day off for this. Taking care of the people you care about and studying for your medical course are much better than misinterpreting a business deal for a casual date. You sighed once again, lightly hitting your head on the table, "This is the work of the worst enemy Stand."

The disappointment took over your senses on your surroundings, so you became more oblivious to the Josuke that was watching you far behind.

And yes, he's been there all the time.

Shocking and unbelievable to the ears of the mutual friends of Rohan and Josuke, but the mangaka was the one to set you and the student up. It's true that Rohan had heard of you from Koichi, but that's not all. He had also heard that Josuke had been acting distant to you when all he talks about at school is.. well, you. How did he even know about that? It's absolutely not the work of Heaven's Door, Koichi just had to slip up.

You and Josuke both stayed at your respective places, unsure of what to do next now that Rohan had done his part. A few minutes passed, and you both sighed at the same time. You stood up, deciding that you'd go back at the hotel and play with the adorable Shizuka, while the nervous Josuke continued watching you, figuring out the right time to show up.

You were supposed to walk back, but then drops of water started falling from the sky. You opened your palm and looked up the sky, only to see gray colors eat up the blues. You closed your eyes and sighed once more, whispering to yourself, "This day is a work of an enemy Stand."

Not for Josuke who brought an umbrella that he'd share with you, though.

The drops of rain became a heavy storm within minutes, making you run to the nearest waiting shed. There were only hints of you being soaked, but it didn't help your body that had low resistance towards the cold. In this moment where you hugged yourself to keep your body heat, you remembered the Crusaders. The group of big men who all had a soft spot for you, and the small dog who accompanied you at your mischievous times. They were the group that always made sure to keep you warm, the group that always assured you that thunderstorms—

"AAAAH!"

You squealed upon hearing the deafening noise from above, the sound of pouring rain quickly enveloping after. You whimpered and tucked yourself in the corner of the shed, hands covering your ears and tightly gripping your now messed hair as you trembled greatly. Slowly and weakly, you dropped yourself, your knees meeting the coldness of the ground. This was supposed to be a nice day. A nice, enjoyable day that involved no stress and no professional work. Mr. Joestar also wanted you to enjoy but this, fighting back the urge to sob while you silently hollered in the storming public, isn't exactly your idea of spending your leisure time.

"[Y-Y/N]?"

Josuke stood just outside the waiting shed, a black umbrella, protecting him from the rain, in hand. He ran when he heard your scream, resulting to his shoes and pants to be thoroughly soaked. He looked at you with worry and guilt, although clueless as to what exactly caused your outspoken self to curl into a whimpering puppy. Rohan.. It must've been him. He shouldn't have just stood there watching, "[Y/N]..? Did Rohan do—"

A loud thunderstorm sounded once more, making you scream and push yourself to the corner. Josuke gasped, it's.. the thunderstorms that's causing this.

Josuke entered the shed and closed the umbrella, hanging it on the roof. You weren't paying him any of your attention, your conscious mind devoured by unsettling thoughts. Your phobia of thunderstorms was something you caught from your childhood. Something you caught from the freezing and lonely nights without your parents, people who you most expected to be there for you when you're being secluded by fright.

The boy who was now crouching in front of you noticed your lack of attention as he's been calling your name. He bit his lower lip, feeling more and more soft as each second passed. He should have known.. he usually did ask Mr. Joestar about you after all.

Josuke gave up on calling you and proceeded to his second move, which was to cover you with his gakuran. He stood up, unclasped the remaining buttons and gently enrobed you with the garment, slight joy sparking in him when you quickly accepted and wrapped yourself with it. He expected that you were still clueless of a person here with you, but you really are filled with surprises.

"T-thank you.. Angel.." You muttered, a serene feeling slowly emerging when you thought a kind citizen had randomly decided to be concerned over a breaking down woman. You exhaled deeply, eyes opening as your whole form has been blanketed by the coat.

"Angel? You think that suits me?"

You felt your heart skip a beat upon hearing the familiar cheerful voice. It wasn't some random citizen who helped you, of course it had to be someone you know.

You draped the coat over your shoulder and wrapped your body with it, head turning to the side where your sight met the ever-majestic boy's grin, hastily noticing his biceps as he only had a yellow sando as a top. Your eyes widened in surprise, bringing back the coat over your head to hide the creeping blush on your face. The turn of events had you sweeping away the thoughts of your phobia, at least.

"A-ah..? Of course it suits you! You're my.. our JoJo after all!" You faced him and answered after sighing inside the coat, trying to compose yourself, "Your g-gakuran is so warm, Josuke. I might just steal it now!"

Josuke let out a chuckle, comfortably glad that you feel better now. He had one more move up his sleep and he'd ecstatic if he could do it, but maybe some other time.. or later..? Woah there, he shouldn't be thinking about that right now. But for real, he's curious on.. how having you in his arms would feel. Your body insufferably close to his.. your loving arms wrapping around him as he shared his body heat so that you'd be shivering no more.. Sh*t, this is still a crush, right?

"U-uhm, Higashikata to e-earth..?"

"Ah? What? Oh! Yeah, sorry! W-were you saying something?"

Josuke got too far with his thoughts that he stayed still, staring at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, a pink shade on his cheeks which were becoming evident even with the storm blocking out the light from the sun. You didn't consider that he looked at you like a lovestruck boy and snapped him from his trance, concerned that he might be feeling cold now.

"I was asking if you.. uhm.. now that I think of it, I m-might sound like a creep," You said, still trembling. You closed your eyes and sighed, meeting his encouraging expression as you opened them again. A pursed smile formed on your lips, "You could have your coat back although I.. I was hoping if we could share it but—"

"Of course we can! I thought you'd never ask, [Y/N]!" Josuke jumped to his feet, a confident grin on his face. You looked up at him, confused, "Brr! I'm starting to feel cold too! Well?" He happily lied, crossing his arms and making an up and down motion over his biceps to add to his bluff. Josuke's not going to let this chance pass! You were the one to offer the.. intimate gesture, he'd be cursing himself forever if he messes this up.

You nodded with your mouth agape and tried to stand up on your feet. Your legs were numb for having to carry your weight on the ground, so it'd make sense if you stumbled for a bit. Fortunately, a strong and quick-thinking boy was there to catch you before it even happens, his hands —which flicked the coat— supporting your waist as you held on his wrists. Oh boy, why is it that you think he'd be a perfect gym partner?

"Perfect gym partner, huh? I wouldn't mind that too, Ms. [Y/N]!" Your eyes widened upon his words, "Yep, you just said it out loud!" Josuke laughed, giving you the urge to turn around in embarrassment but you couldn't, his stubborn hands locking you in place. An awkward silence engulfed as you looked into each other's eyes, the sound of pouring rain joining in again.

You gulped as Josuke sighed and cleared his throat, "I know this isn't a good moment to say what I'm about to say, but I don't think I could do it anywhere else without being awkward so I'm going to say it," Josuke sighed once more and you blink as a response. He sounded complacent yet also shakened while your confusion is getting ahead of you, "I'm really, REALLY going to say it now! I'm actually going to say it, will you let me say it? Uh.."

"..F*ck this is harder than I thought."

You creased your brows, adamantly switching to your sister form, "Language, JoJo!" You retreated your hands and tapped his cheeks, and.. you know you shouldn't have done that.

From another person's view, yours and Josuke's position just got more romantic than ever. Your small hands cupping his adoring face as his were firmly placed on your waist.. His almost bare top fighting the cold breeze brought by the storm just so you could be warm under the cover of his gakuran that was appealingly big on you.. This is much preferable than what Josuke daydreamed. You even called him JoJo, which he's never heard you call his nephew or his father with. Holy.. you're oblivious to the fact that you're setting the mood for him, aren't you?

You were about to pull your hands away when he swiftly locked your wrists, your waist now free from him. You gasped and felt your heart skip a beat. It was just like when you first heard his voice earlier. Being with him like this feels good but.. it doesn't feel right.

"I'm being pushy here, aren't I?" Josuke chuckled shakily, "I feel like bursting at this moment, so.. Ms. [Y/N], would ya listen? I know it'd be uncomfortable and freaky, but I seriously need to say it."

You barely nodded, his hands bringing down yours and holding it in his. He was looking down at the pairs, smiling at how yours fitted in his, "It's only been weeks since we've met— heck, since I've met you and Mr. Joestar, and this isn't really the right time for me to be having this.. puppy crush when enemy Stand Users are on the lose, but I don't usually crush over someone this hard." He grunted, his hands delicately squeezing yours, "I.. I like you, [Y/N]. Like, like-like like you. There.. I finally said it."

The moment would have been cute because of his mulish confession, but you just had to ruin it for the poor boy.

"Josuke we're.. we're family." Josuke flinched before looking at you, his arched brows hitting each other. The tables have turned, and he's the one that's waiting now, "Mr. Joestar, Jotaro.. they're like father and older brother to me while.." You sighed, successfully pulling your hands away from his weakened grip, "Josuke, I don't want to trade my close relationship with your father's family.. for a possibly temporary feelings for me."

Your words hit like Cupid shot their arrow backwards, but Josuke didn't let himself be completely fazed. He was taken aback for a second, but that doesn't mean he didn't expected this. He knew how much the Joestar Family meant to you. You're even proud that you owe your life to them, to such good people that were the epitome of justice and heroic greatness. He took note of that fact when he was getting to know you through his father, who seemed to enjoy telling stories about you. Somehow, he could say he was prepared for this.

"But, doesn't that mean if I proved my feelings aren't temporary and I'm proudly certain of it, I would have a chance with you?" Josuke grinned, tilting his head as he shove his hands in his pockets, "Also, Mr. Joestar approves of you being his daughter-in-law. Man, I'm just glad you didn't accept his offer to adopt you years ago. That would have sucked!"

Your lips opened and closed like a fish underwater, making Josuke smirk inwardly. You were almost speechless, and that's a good thing for him, "How did you.. Why do you even.." You stiffened, fiddling with his coat as you turned on to your side, facing the raining scenery, "Josuke, I don't know why you're doing this, b-but this ain't funny, y'know? Don't you like, see me as your older sister or—"

"At first," You glanced at Josuke who was now facing outside too, "When you introduced yourself as Mr. Joestar's caretaker, yeah," He stole a glance back and pouted, "But when we got to know you and literally took care of me like you're my caring girlfriend? Hell no. I could even bet Okuyasu also had a crush on you, but he told me you were like a mom, a cute mom at that." He shook his head, chuckling at what he said, "Misunderstanding your actions was a sh*tty move for me but I don't regret it one bit, Ms. [Y/N]."

There, Josuke did not just confess his romantic feelings to you, but also admitted how his decision to like you seemed inappropriate. It was valid nonetheless, as you weren't related to him by blood, but you take pride in being the Joestars' comrade —even if you seemed thirsty for them some times— and he acknowledges that.

No one gets to choose who they specifically prefer to be with, anyway. He had to 'Dora!' his way out of his boundaries with you or he would be lying to himself, which he dislikes the most, aside Rohan.

"Are you sure Mr. Joestar's okay with this?" You asked, sighing, "I don't mind giving you a chance now that—"

Josuke didn't even let you finish and proceeded to lock you in his arms, pulling you in excitement as his arms snaked around your neck and your head, "I said 'chance', JoJo! You haven't even asked me if you wanted me to be your girlfriend—"

"So you like me too?" Josuke cut you off again, smiling down at you. You sighed and nodded, accepting your defeat. He shouted a yes, an arm punching above, hitting the roof of the shed, "Aw—! But hey, you just admitted that you like me! Take that, Rohan!"

You slightly pulled away from Josuke, "What does Kishibe have to do with this?" You asked, glaring at him. Josuke shook his head, scratching the back of it as he grinned. Rohan totally had something to do with this as he didn't only set them up, but even tried to discourage the lively Josuke by saying that you'd reject him and tell him that you only see him as family. Technically, he was right— but that didn't last long!

You were going to ask about it again when a thunderstorm sounded, breaking down your collected spirit as you ended up holding yourself close to the boy in front of you. His playfulness aside, he fixed his gakuran that was still on you and wrapped you in his arms protectively, assuring you that you're going to be okay. Another thunderstorm followed, startling you even in his arms. You were a shaking mess, your fists grabbing a handful on the back of his sando, face buried on his chest. He should've been shivering from the cold all this time, but your presence provided warmth for him and he's grateful for that. Josuke willingly let you nuzzle yourself around him, knowing that it comforted you and it brought contentedness to his feelings.

"I hope you won't mind being the rainbow that brings color to my life, [Y/N]."

"Y-yeah, JoJo.. u-unless I strike you as a lightning w-when you break my heart.."

"I'm frightened that you can be scary while you're scared [Y/N] but.. sh*t, I just realized.."

"What i-is it now..?"

"It's also hot."

[End!]

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catboy-lover-archive · 4 years

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Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me

#IM SLEEPY SO IM GOING TO SLEEP AT 7AM BYYYE #♡♡♡#romanian mc #romanian mc obey me #obey me #obey me swd #Diavolo e dilf nu ați auzit de la mine #romanian #romania

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randomshipperhere · 4 years

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Welcome to the 3rd installment of the No More series!

I just finished reading it since Otoya's event just ended and man, was not disappointed in the event story and the ship feed.

First things first, I'm still unsure wether Otoya and Tokiya in this series are actual bros or like bros in brotherhood of arms. In any case, Tokiya seems to be a minor in the series as said by Camillo and Otoya seems to be young as well as said by Ray. It does seem like Otoya is the older person between the two.

While the story focuses on of course, the event UR and SR peeps, QN had a lot of scenes the event.

I don't know Tokiya, Marco and Camillo might like each other more than you thought.

RanCam! RanCam! RanCam!

I'm so happy Ray and Michael hang out even outside the casino during the day. Look at their smiles! In-movie universe you can't tell me there ain't anything going on. Y'all Reiji calling Ai darling sounds absolutely wonderful in my head.

ReiAi! ReiAi! ReiAi!

To think later that night Ray would be super serious in protecting his boss. Oh the contrast~ How happy he is with Michael and then so protective of his boss when he's faced in danger. Go get 'em you beautiful mafia bastard.

I also found it really cute when Tokiya was pouting at how good of a dealer Michael is. Don't underestimate this singer boy.

Michael is afraid of guns. Noooooo. Must protect baby. Even RanAi's beautiful older bro-younger bro sibling dynamic followed in the series. This is so sweet you guys. Best older brother Marco.

Out of all the movies/series shoots in shining live, not one can compare to how much I love this.

Hero Lightwing, the superhero series, I only like Camus, Ranmaru, and Ren there. The villain, the misunderstood villain, and the 3rd party person.

High School AU. Honestly no one outside of the Renegades in Unison pair made an impact on me (RanRei. Let's go coffee shop au). Actually that's lowkey a lie, I'm very interested in MasaRen in that series but that's it.

But this, Not only is it a mafia AU with really cute brotherly bonds, I found each dynamic interesting, even the newly introduced characters of Otoya and Tokiya. The stark contrast in each pairs outfits, their relationships with each other and their banter is amazing but I mean, that's what you get when there's character x character tension and QN together. QN knows tension within groups real well.

I swear, next time there's a voting poll for what event stories to voice next, I won't hesitate to vote for the No More series.

*cries in most event stories that won last time were commercial shoots instead of movies or series*

for Ai it's Desert Sea for me rn tho

#utapri #utapri shining live #uta no prince sama #photo post #utapri sl #ai mikaze #ranmaru kurosaki #utapri camus #reiji kotobuki #otoya ittoki #ichinose tokiya #no more reason #reiai #rancam

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elusive---ivory · 5 years

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Little Clown pt 1

Yes, yes, yes oh, boy. Here we are!! The Sequel to TWIV. It took me a while to finish this first part, hopefully y'all enjoy it 💖💖

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Unrequited Love, Child Endangerment

Part 1

Taglist:

@gloomyladyy @princessgeekface @memory-mortis (ps I apologize if I left some people out. Just message me again if I forgot)

"Mommy, I don't want a clown at my birthday party." A little girl said, troubled.

"I know, sweetheart, but clowns aren't so scary. Could you please try for me?" Her mother said, holding her hand.

It was 1993 in Gotham City. It had been 12 years since the incarceration of The Joker. Chaos was still rapid in Gotham, but the police didn't seem to care.

Sandy Fleck was one of Gotham's notorious villains, who rose to the top in popularity. Half her popularity came from followers of The Joker, hoping to seek guidance from her. The other half came from the angry mob of Gotham City, who were still hurt by the damage. For those who knew her on the streets, She was known as Dolly. She had the city tight around her finger. The only thing she was missing was Arthur.

Her daughter looked up at her. "I'm not afraid of clowns, Mommy. I just don't like them. The news doesn't like them, so why should I?" The little girl frowned. Her green emerald eyes were staring into Sandy.

"Ruthie, not everything on the news is trustworthy. Besides, I'm pretty sure your will love it." Sandy said.

"What friends, Mommy?" Ruth replied, monotonous.

Ruth Quinn Fleck wasn't like most kids her age. She was very smart, but not so sociable young girl. From the age of 5, Ruth was diagnosed by a medical professional that she had Asperger's Syndrome. Her doctors were still confused about Ruth's behavior, hoping that maybe by the time she was 8, Ruth could grow out of it. Ruth was nearing the age of 10, with her birthday being a couple days away.

The two crossed the crowded street. Ruth held onto her mother closely, as they walked into their small, yet, comfortable apartment complex.

Sandy didn't move from the old apartment complex. After all that happened, she decided that the best place for her little girl was the complex. Sure, it was an awful complex, but there was something about it that felt so warm and familiar.

As they walked up to their apartment, Sandy walked past a certain apartment door, flooding memories of someone she missed.

Sandy unlocked her apartment door, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

Ruth took a small juice box from the fridge, and darted for the living room. Ruth turned the TV on, and switched it to the news.

Sandy giggled to herself. "Why do you only watch the news?"

"I dunno. I like the news. It's interesting." Ruth sipped on her juice box.

Sandy smiled, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and preparing dinner.

"Twelve years ago to this day, Thomas Wayne was killed outside the Monarch Theater. In remembrance of him, we've gathered here at the theater with the young Bruce Wayne, Boy Billionaire over night."

Sandy rolled her eyes. "Ruthie, don't watch this crap. All they talk about is Bruce Wayne."

"Not all the time. They also talk about Joker." Ruth replied.

Dishes clanked in the sink, causing Sandy to break a mug, cutting her finger.

"Ruth. We don't talk about Joker, okay?" Sandy said through her teeth.

"Why not?" Ruth inquired.

"Because," Sandy rose her voice, then closed her eyes before calming down. "Because, I said so." Sandy spoke softly.

Ruth looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to upset you, Mommy."

Sandy rubbed her temples in frustration. "I know, baby. I know."

The telephone rang on the kitchen counter. Sandy rushed over to get it.

"Hello?" Sandy answered.

"Hey, Dolly. We got ourselves another client. Do ya think you can meet us downtown at 5 o'clock?" A gruff voice said over the phone.

"I'll see, Rudy. Where is the meeting at?" Sandy turned towards her daughter, who was focused on the TV.

"Roxy's Cabaret. Our client also said he wanted to met Joker in person." Rudy explained.

"Well, he's gonna be surprised. Joker is still incarcerated, remember?" Sandy replied.

"Dolly, my hands are tied here. It was the only fib I could use to get him to see us. Anyway, do you wanna take the job or not?" Rudy said, impatiently.

"You haven't even told me the job, yet." Sandy scoffed.

"Look, I don't got time for this, Dolly. Just be here by 5 o'clock." Rudy hung up the phone.

"Who does that lowlife fucker think he is?" Sandy grumbled to herself.

As it was nearing 5, Sandy did her makeup in a small vanity mirror.

"Mommy, do you really have to go?" Ruth said, standing in the doorway of her mother's bedroom.

Sandy sighed, putting on a strapless dress. "Yes, sweetheart."

Ruth looked up at her mother, disappointed, but her lack of emotion on her face couldn't show it.

"Sugar, I know you're upset, but I swear I'll be home by 11. Please don't do what you did with the last babysitter." Sandy finished the rest of her clown like makeup.

Ruth still kept her disappointed eyes on Sandy.

She heard a knock on the door. "Could you get that, sweetheart?"

Ruth huffed nodding.

A tall blonde woman in her twenties appeared that the door. "Hiya! Is ya mommy home?" The woman smiled, cheerfully.

Ruth glared and nodded.

"Well, aren't ya gonna invite me in?" The woman asked.

"I don't like you." Ruth said, still glaring at the woman.

The women's cheerful demeanor disappeared completely. "Maybe I don't like you either."

Sandy headed towards the door. "Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I was worried that I was going to have to leave her alone." She sighed in relief.

The woman brought up her false happy demeanor again. "No problem. I'm Harley. Very nice to meet ya."

"Sandy. It's a pleasure. Emergency contacts are on the fridge. She needs to be in bed before 8." Sandy kneeled down to Ruth's level. "Promise me, you'll be good."

"I promise, Mommy." Ruth kissed her mother on her forehead.

"I love you. I'll be back." Sandy walked out the door, putting on her coat, heading to the elevator.

Ruth turned on the TV, turning up the news.

"Does ya mother always looks like a circus act or does she have some type of gig?" Harley asked, rummaging through the fridge.

Ruth didn't answer her eyes were glued to the TV.

"Breaking news: Just a few minutes ago all of Arkham's electricity turned off, then back on again, but 10 inmates were reported escaped from the facility, including the most infamous clown, Joker. One female inmate was also released from the scene, most known as Harleen Quinzel. The police have speculated that the two were working together, and helped each other escape. In further new-" Harley unplugged the TV.

Ruth looked up at her, confused.

"That's enough of that. You're mommy's gonna be quite surprised when she gets here. Mr J has been dying to see her again. It's a shame that she's had you, isn't it? Mr. J isn't gonna be so thrilled to see you up and about." Harley sneered.

Ruth turned towards her. "I hate you. You're mean."

Harley stuck her tongue out. "That makes two of us. Now, Mr. J told me to call him once I got her and I said I would so, beat it."

Ruth grabbed Harley by waist and tackled her to the ground.

"Get the hell off me, twerp." Harley yelled, throwing Ruth around.

Harley threw Ruth to the ground. "Now, listen here, you little shit. I told Joker I wouldn't hurt you, but I'm sure he'll make an exception." Harley pulled a small dagger out of her pocket. She hovered over Ruth, about to lay the knife on her.

A man in a red suit and clown makeup walked through the door. He pulled Harley off of Ruth.

"Mr. J, I'm sorry. She wasn't cooperating with me, so I did what I had to do." Harley said, feigning her innocence.

The man glared at her. "Leave, Harley."

"What?" Harley spoke quietly.

"I said, Leave. I don't need you anymore. I found what I've been looking for." The man said, looking over at the little girl who had no expression on her face.

"But, Mr. J, I thought we-" Harley was cut off by a laugh.

"We what? What did you possibly think we were? I told you our deal was simple. I helped you out of Arkham, then you were to help me find Sandy. You helped me, and I helped you. I've had enough of your services." The man turned over to Ruth.

Harley glared at Joker, then bolted out of the apartment.

Ruth got up and looked up at the man. "You're the Joker, aren't you?"

The man chuckled. "I wasn't always called Joker. My real name is Arthur."

"My name is Ruth." Her emerald eyes were the same as Arthur's as they stared at each other.

"That's a nice name. Who's your dad?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to her level.

"I never had a daddy. My mommy says that my daddy was a kind man, until he changed." Ruth looked away from him.

Arthur frowned. "I understand how you feel. I never knew my dad. My mother lied to me for all my life. Your mother taught me things I could never forget. Where is your mother now?"

"She's at work." Ruth yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Arthur smiled slightly. "Someone's tired." He picked Ruth up in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom.

"I like you, Joker, unlike the news." Ruth said, half asleep.

Arthur smiled, placing the small girl in her bed.

#joker x oc #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck x oc #arthur fleck x reader #harley quinn

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ravens-rambling · 6 years

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hey can you do 4 from the prompt list? prinxiety and trans!Virgil? I'm just feeling that shitty dysphoria feel so a nice lil fluffy pick me up would be appreciated, thanks

A/N: Oh dear I am so sorry this is literally like months late I HOPE YOU’RE FEELING BETTER KIDDO AAHHHHH

Oh, and BTW there will be a second part to this! So if any of you want to be tagged in it let me know~

WC: 2,697

ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Analogical

warnings: Anxiety, anxiety attack, crying, panic, blood, shark week, mentions of dysphoria, mention of death, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of transphobia

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15@thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

Virgil knew he should tell his boyfriend eventually. When that eventually would be he isn’t too sure. There wasn’t a moment that seemed right. Every day, every aching second, he wanted to tell Roman, but every night as he lay down for the night he always was disappointed in himself that he just couldn’t. Could you blame him though?

He was scared. Not scared of Roman, never would Roman hurt him. Scared of what Roman’s reaction would be. Now Roman is part of the LGBT community himself, he is gay and proud of it. If some stranger walks up to him and asks if he’s gay he will go on an hours long rant about his gayness. He isn’t afraid to express it.

And how Virgil wished he had that pride in himself. Instead every time he looks himself in the mirror his brain screams at him at how wrong he is. How broken he is. How feminine he is.

He couldn’t help but think… Would Roman break up with him over this if he found out? Would Roman think of him differently if he didn’t?

It didn’t help that his brain thought back to when he came out to his parents. Well it was accidental and he didn’t come out, they found out the hard way. Still to this day he always starts crying when he tells what he had to go through. His parents always hated him but after that… How lucky he was that Logan took him in.

But what if Roman is like his parents? What if Roman actually does hurt him like they did? What if-

Tears threatened to leak from his eyes as he curled up in bed, his spider plushie pulled close to his chest. Today he wore on his normal purple and black hoodie but underneath that a rather large and oversized shirt. Today it felt like something alien was on his chest. Something that shouldn’t be there but it is. Squeezing the life out of him and leaving him breathless.

And since it was warm today he didn’t want to overheat himself so he wore only boxers on. Boy, was that a mistake.

There was something about his… ‘shark week’ that he hated. It never was consistent. Every month it changes when it’s gonna happen. He knew it was soon, he could feel it and see it from the extra blubber on his pudgy stomach, but he didn’t know it was today.

What he also didn’t know was the fact that he had fallen asleep. He didn’t even notice that his eyes were shutting honestly. For how long he was asleep he honestly didn’t know but it must have been a while as he slept through Roman coming home from work.

And now there was something y'all need to know about Roman. He’s a clingy motherfucker. He will latch on to you like a koala any time he gets a chance to. And walking into his boyfriend passed out cuddling his purple spider plushie? The perfect opportunity he must say.

But what he wasn’t planning on was when he pulled back the blankets to cuddle in with him was a small pool of sticky blood surrounding Virgil’s midsection on the sheets. Instantly Romans mind began to panic. Was his boyfriend hurt? Why was he bleeding? Was something wrong? Was that why he’s passed out? Oh god, he might be dead for all he knew.

“Virgil! Virgil, wake up! Please wake up!” He screamed shaking Virgil’s shoulder.

Luckily Virgil is always a light sleeper he didn’t have to shake him hard or yell for long before his eyes shot open and he jerked up. He heard a sigh from beside him, Roman felt a bit of comfort knowing his boyfriend didn’t die on him. But still, his frantic eyes met Romans as his voice squeezed, “Roman? Roman, what’s wrong?”

“Your bleeding! That’s what’s wrong! Are you hurt? Are you in pain? Do I need to call the hospital?!”

Virgil looked down to where Roman was pointing and gulped thickly. Well…cats out of the bag now…

“Ro… Ro, calm down.”

“Your bleeding! How the fuck can I calm down!”

Virgil’s shoulders slumped as he looked over to see his frantic boyfriends face. He’s doing this, he’s causing his boyfriend distress. Reaching forward he cupped Romans cheek softly silencing him from his distress rambling.

“Ro. I promise I’m okay. Can… Can you step outside for a moment, please? I have something to tell you,” He said quietly taking a quick peck of a kiss on his cheek making sure Roman knew he was truly okay.

Roman had tears in his eyes at this point but he trusted him. Virgil could still be hurt though and he knew if it was serious enough he shouldn’t be left alone. Reluctantly he nodded and moved towards the door trying not to freak out again or even more. He needed to trust him right? He should trust him but… He can’t get the image out of his mind of his boyfriend in his own puddle of blood…

With that, he opened the door and stepped out to their hallway and closed it behind him.

As soon as Roman was gone Virgil took a rather shaky breath. Out of all the days he could have found out he just had to find it out when his dysphoria is at its worse. If Roman reacts badly now… He’s not sure what he’ll do. But Roman placed his trust on him so he needs to trust Roman right now, and trust that he won’t react badly.

So with that thought, he sighed as he got up moving towards the bathroom to clean up and grab a tampon.

When he finally got cleaned up and had the sheets and blankets in his hands ready to be thrown in the washer he couldn’t help but hesitate to open the door to face the other. Swallowing nervously he noticed his hand was shaking on the doorknob. No… He shouldn’t be scared… He shouldn’t be anxious… This is Roman he’s talking about… Sweet, kind, loud Roman… Roman who would take a bullet for him.

And a person who could still act like his parents.

His breath stuttered in his chest at that thought. His hand shook even more as he gulped. No… Can’t think like that. Can’t…

He didn’t even realize he was silently crying until the door opened by itself. His wide eyes looked up to find Roman there giving him a concerned, worried look. Wait… He shouldn’t be concerned or worried. He should be disgusted. Wait…

“V? I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have come in but I could hear you crying from the hallway and I… Are you okay, my Stormcloud? You are hurt, aren’t you? Where are you hurt? Are you-”

Virgil sniffled, trying to regain his breathing and he shook his head. He placed a rather shaky hand up and Roman got the message cause a second later he didn’t hear a thing. Slowly Virgil took deep breaths. Well… It’s now or never.

“Ro… I’m sorry… I’m not… I’m not the person you think I am.. I just… I should have told you this…a long time ago… And I didn’t. And I know you’ll hate me for it but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…”

“Virgil? Virgil breathe. There you go. Breathe in.” Roman cut him off to make sure he’s breathing. Sweet…kind… Loving Roman… Somebody he might lose because of this.

He might not be so sweet and kind after this.

But still, he followed his instructions until he’s able to somewhat breath okay, his tears have slowly dried up and his shaking wasn’t as bad.

Shakily he mumbled, “I don’t really know how to tell you this…” Shame coursed through him as he had lied to such a supportive and loving person.

“I’m trans.” His voice was barely above a squeak but as he heard an intake of breath in front of him he figured Roman heard him. For several long seconds, seconds that felt like hours, years, he stayed silent. Virgils eyes stayed closed until he couldn’t take the pressure mounting on his shoulders and opened his eyes one by one.

And oh god, he couldn’t read the expression on Roman’s face right now. Silence hung in the air so thickly that it was sticking to his skin. The silence pierced his skin with every passing moment, tearing away at his insides leaving behind dust.

The lack of noise made him want to run away. But Roman hasn’t pushed him away yet that’s…good right? Better than his parents at least…

“Roman…? S-Say something… Please…” Tears once again dotted around his vision, his breath picked up again as his chest collapsed in on itself. He could feel his hand shaking against the sheets and blankets even worse than before. Oh god. He made a mistake. Roman hates him now. Just like his parents. Oh god… Oh god…

“Which way?” Why was his voice weirdly stern and cold. It sounded like it was coming from Logan, not him. Not the ever loud boasting Roman.

“FTM…” Even saying the term left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“You… You thought I would hate you for this?”

Once again he swallowed, “It… It won’t be the first time…”

He could hear another intake of breath then a very soft and delicate, “Virge? V, please look at me.”

Fear coursed through him as he shut his eyes tighter. What would he see when he does open them? Disgust? Disappointment? Horror? He didn’t want to see any of those expressions on Roman’s beautiful face.

“I’m sorry if you hate me. Please. I knew I should have told you before we started dating. I didn’t have the right time. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me. I know I don’t deserve that I-”

“Virgil! Virgil, it’s okay. Just please look at me.”

Well, he didn’t sound repulsed at least. His eyes felt like cement as he gradually looked towards him his every muscle wanting to run away. But he was frozen as he didn’t see any of those things that he dreamed of only in nightmares no…it wasn’t any of that.

Breathless his dark brown eyes gazed upon the other. This is a dream, isn’t it?

Roman was crying.

“My prince… My perfect darling Prince. How could I ever hate you over something like this? You still are my everything, my handsome prince.”

“N-No. I’m not, Roman. I’m really not. I’m so sorry. I-” He was cut off by a hand on his cheek, but it wasn’t by force. No Roman held his cheek like he was holding the entire world in his hand. Like his everything was right on his palm. His breath hitched at that.

“Of course you are still my everything. My world. My dashing Prince. Nothing you say or do could ever change that. Why would you think that?”

“Well I… You’re gay… And I’m… I’m not..” His breath sucked in as Roman leaned forward and kissed his hair drawing in closer but not too much so Virgil can back away if he wants to.

“What did I just say, Mi Amor? You are still my handsome prince. Now and ever alright?”

“You… You aren’t mad?”

“For what? Not telling me? I know you had your reasons. Especially since you were convinced I’d hate you, love. I understand why you wouldn’t tell me. And I’m happy that you did trust me enough to tell me now.”

“Well… You kinda found out..” He motioned towards the blankets still in his hand and smiled faintly now feeling so much pressure off his chest and shoulders.

“That’s true. I’m sorry about that. You freaked me out. I thought you were dying on me for Pete sake!”

“I told you, you won’t get rid of me that easily, didn’t I?”

“That you did… That you did… Virgil?” His voice was so soft and smooth that it made Virgil’s heart flutter in his chest. Oh, that voice always sends him to a blushing mess doesn’t it? “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah… Please do,” And with that Roman leaned forward and brought their lips together. Virgil had to go on his toes to properly reach him but he didn’t matter about that fact this time. He felt giddy, happy, that he didn’t have to go through what he had to previously go through again. Roman wasn’t mad at him. Roman wasn’t disgusted with him.

When they drew apart he wasn’t shocked to find tears on both of their cheeks. And none of them said a thing about it. Without a word, Roman grabbed the blankets in his hand and Virgil smiled faintly.

They parted their own ways one going further down the hallway while the other headed downstairs. It was time for cuddles they both needed it.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes later that they both found themselves in the arms of the other on the couch the tv playing absentmindedly in front of them. Honestly, none of them could tell which limbs were whose, but none of them cared to know. Roman hummed softly as he nudged Virgil closer to his chest.

“Are you okay now? Need anything? I have to admit I’m not sure how to comfort somebody during shark week. And that was a lot of blood earlier, do you need water? Or maybe some juice? Or-”

“Roman,” Virgil smiled, a wide toothy grin, as he lifted his head somewhat so he was looking at the other, “I’m okay. This is perfect.”

Just like that though his smile was gone, “I’m sorry for not telling you before. I should have made sure you were okay with it before we got together…”

Roman drew up a hand and it started ruffling his hair and Virgil purred practically melting against the other. Of course, he had to go for the sweet spot… That’s cheating.

“I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t safely tell me.” Then he froze and his hand stopped. Virgil could feel his entire body tensing as he sucked in another breath.

“Was this… Was that why you lived with Logan? Did your parents…?”

It was an unspoken question but a question he knew all the same. He never did tell Roman why he lived with Logan, he always shot it down whenever he mentioned it. He guessed Roman put two and two together…He nodded. And it was that single nod that made a wave of protectiveness drive over his partner. Romans body tensed up even more but this time almost in a fighting stance as if he was going to get up and fight his parents himself right at this instant. The fire that sparked in his eyes only proved that thought.

At first, there was a bit of fear in him thinking he did something wrong, but that melted away when Roman placed both his arms protectively around him and pulled him closer to his warm chest. Romans hands practically dug into his jacket as he mumbled, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Got it?”

Within those two sentences, Virgil smiled once again. Roman could be rather overly protective but he knew this was his way of showing that he cared. He chuckled patting his shoulder, “There there big guy. It’s alright now. They are…gone.”

“They better be if they know what’s good for them.”

“Yeah. Sure. Thank you so much, Roman. For everything.”

“Why are you thanking me? I should be the one to thank you for trusting me, my darling Prince.”

Virgil wanted to cry as he leaned up and kissed Romans chin not quite able to reach up and kiss his lips. But thankfully Roman got the message and leaned forward so once again they were able to kiss. And Virgil melted at his touch.

For once Virgil was finally loved for who he really was. For once he didn’t have to hold up walls against somebody he should have full trust in. No, for once he was happy knowing that his partner loved him for who he was.

Virgil.

The emo.

The trans Prince.

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Eli's parents didn't care when they found out he was having sex as long as he didn't bring babies home. And Koda had almost died when his parents caught him. Milo knew they would care and he didn't want to think about what would happen if he got caught. So being the smart (and scary) child that he is, Milo decided to sit down with his parents.

"What did you do?" Jey asked right off the bat.

Milo had asked both of his parents to meet him in the living room after Simba got to sleep.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to talk, you guys said I could come to you guys so here we are."

"Let me rephrase your daddy's question. What are you planning on doing?"

Milo stood in front of them, hands clasped together. He was so nervous, his palms were sweating. There was no turning back now though and he didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend.

"I'm gonna have sex. Me and Aunastee."

Both parents busted out laughing. They knew their child was goofy but not this goofy. "Boy, please. You don't even want to talk about sex with your father but you think you're ready to have it. Get out my face."

"I know what this is," Jey chuckled, "Your cousins having sex and you feel left out. You don't really wanna have sex, Lo, you just think you do."

"I'm foreal. We're gonna have sex. We're ready." He argued respectfully as he could.

Apryl got up from the sofa still laughing. She kissed her son's head before leaving the room. Frustration ran through Milo's veins but he wouldn't speak on it. Jey scratched his head, staring at his son.

"Just because I gave you condoms doesn't mean you have to use them, Lo."

"I know but I'm ready, Dad. I am."

"How you know?" Jey asked then stood from the sofa.

"I just do. And so is she. We wanna do this and we're going to."

"You're not like your cousins, Lo. It's a lot that comes with having sex. They're not as emotional as you, you can't handle it."

There wasn't anymore room for conversation and Milo knew it. His parents had shut him down but he wasn't backing down from his decision. Him and Aunastee were going to have sex if it killed him.

"So they just walked out? No discussion?"

"Basically. But I expected that."

The young couple sat in Milo's black Honda Civic in the driveway of his house. They had gone on a date to the movies while his parents and Simba had gone to his aunt's house. He knew they would be gone for awhile, his mama's sister never knew when to stop talking.

Aunastee undid her seatbelt, smiling as she got out the car. Milo followed her slightly confused. When they got to the door, she took his keys from his pocket unlocking the door. Again, he followed her through the house and up to his room.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she looked around and took her jacket off.

"Getting comfortable, dork. What does it look like?" She laughed.

"Um, why? I thought you were goin home, Auni."

She approached him still laughing, kissing his face in between laughs. He kissed her back, his confusion slightly wavering.

"That was before I knew my sister was going to be there. And your people are gone so," she paused to kick her shoes off, "Now's a good time."

"Baby, I want to, I really do. But," he sighed as she kissed his neck still smiling.

"But nothing, Milo. You promised me something and now you're gonna deliver."

The absolution in her voice had turned him on. He liked when she tried to take control. Milo gently pushed his girlfriend onto his bed forgetting about the mess he made when he got dressed. He started to kiss her neck until she wiggled away from him.

"What's wrong?"

She pushed him up and sat up with him. "Not in here though. Issa mess, babe."

"Okay," he nodded. "I can clean up real quick." She shook her head at his suggestion. "Guest room?"

Aunastee nodded and he took her hand leading her out of the room. He stood in the middle of the open hallway trying to decide which room they could use while Aunastee started to open and close doors.

"Oooh I like this one."

Milo saw where his girlfriend stood and immediately shook his head. "No, no, no. Not that room, babe. Any room but that one."

With a smile on her face, Aunastee went into the room much to his dismay. He wanted to have sex but not at the expense of his life. Milo didn't budge, he couldn't.

"Baby, please, come out of there. We have four other rooms to pick from."

"I like this one now get in here." She demanded playfully.

He dropped his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If you like your life you'll come outta there, Aunastee. You know my mama is crazy and she will know."

"Boy," she laughed, "What're you scared you're gonna get whooped?"

"Honestly, yes," he mumbled to himself before entering his parents bedroom. He found his girlfriend, laid out on his parents' bed in only her bra and panties. "Baby, nooooo."

"Baby, yeeees." She giggled. Aunastee stood on her knees beckoning for Milo to come to her and of course he did. "Stop thinking about your parents and think about me. You got condoms, right?"

He pulled them from his wallet, showing her the gold wrappers his father had given him. Her smile made him smirk and shrug. "My dad knew I was blessed."

She rolled her eyes pulling her on the bed with him. "Get your goofy ass over here before I change my mind."

"Yes ma'am," he whispered pulling his shirt over his head.

"Gotta pee, gotta pee," Simba exclaimed racing pass his parents.

They laughed as they continued their slow walk up the stairs. The house was quiet, for now, Simba wasn't anywhere near sleepy. They hoped he wouldn't wake Milo's grumpy ass up.

"Wash your hands and get your pjs on, Simba."

"Yes, sir," he said coming out of the hall bathroom. Apryl bent down to pull his underwear up the right way and Jey continued on to the bedroom, his sister in law and her family had worn him out. "I go night night with you, Mommy?"

"Uhn uhn, baby. Mommy and Daddy are sleepy. But you can stay up if you want."

"Kay, Mommy. I get snack?" He asked hugging her neck. "Pwease. I want grapes."

"Only if you promise to stay in your bed tonight."

Before he could agree, Jey was standing over them. Simba let his mama go to hug his daddy's leg. Jey rubbed his head lovingly. "Go on in your room, Josiah. Ima get your grapes." Jey walked him to his room, closing the door behind him. "I'm about to kill your son."

"What? We just got home. What could either of them have possibly done?" She asked laughing.

"You laughin now. Go look in our room."

Apryl shook her head figuring Milo had fallen asleep in their bed. He liked to be in their room when his parents were out and Jey hated it. She opened the door, walking slowly through the sitting area in their room not wanting to wake him. Her smile turned into a frown. Jey stood beside her, staring at their disheveled bed their son and his girlfriend slept peacefully.

"Do you wanna do it? Or should I?" Jey asked scratching his beard.

Apryl approached the bed, rubbing Milo's forehead and cheek. "Wake up, Milo," she said sweetly. He mumbled a few incoherent things as he rolled over onto his back, Aunastee taking her place on his chest. Apryl narrowed her eyes as she smacked his bare crest. "Wake your light bright ass up, Adrian!" Both teens jumped out of their sleep, their eyes landing on Apryl. "I know your ass did not fuck this girl in my damn bed! In my new sheets."

"We uh we, we," Milo stuttered.

"Spit. It. Out." Apry spoke through her teeth.

"We uh we fell asleep."

"Oh really," Apryl laughed kicking off her heels, "You really gon sit your naked ass in my bed and lie to me? Is that what you wanna do right now?"

Aunastee held the sheets tightly to her chest, afraid of the position she had put Milo in. "Mrs. Fatu, I am soooo sorry."

Apryl glared in the younger girl's direction. "Girl, shut your ass up talking to me." Aunastee shut her mouth immediately, not wanting to make things worse for him. "I asked you a question, Adrian Lorenzo Fatu. Answer me and answer me now."

"We fell asleep, Mama."

Jey turned around as soon as he saw Apryl approach the bed and reach for the covers. She snatched the covers off exposing their naked bodies. Milo covered him self with a pillow and Aunastee jumped from the bed grabbing her clothes rushing into the bathroom. When she closed the door, Jey turned back around.

"Since when you sleep naked, Lo?" Jey asked calmly. "And in my damn bed at that."

"See I thought he'd learned after we caught his ass smoking but no. No!" Apryl fussed tossing her purse and phone to the side. "I see you've been hanging around that dumbass cousin of yours too much. The no good one too."

Milo grabbed his briefs from the floor, and pulled them up. "They didn't have anything to do with this. I can make decisions on my own. Ya know?"

"Boy, don't get your ass knocked out talkin to your mama like that."

"Get a piece of ass and you think you something, huh?" Apryl pushed poking his chest. "You think cause you have sex, you can disrespect me and my house?"

"No, I don't think any of that, Ma. I'm just sayin."

Jey sucked his teeth cutting his son off. "Say what you gotta say and hurry up."

Milo saw Aunastee come out of the bathroom and nodded at her. She was shaking. She wasn't afraid of her people finding out, she was afraid of Apryl, Jey and what they would do to Milo.

"Take her home and you bring your ass back here, Adrian."

"Yes ma'am. Come on, Auni," he whispered quickly sliding pass his parents.

Aunastee stopped by Apryl grabbing her hand tightly. "Please hear him out."

"Goodbye, Aunastee," Jey said in a low tone. She nodded, running out of the room.

While Milo was gone, Jey and Apryl put the bed clothes and discarded trash into bags and sat them on top of the bed. The two were waiting downstairs in the living room when he got back. He went straight into the living room wanting to get it over with. He saw Jey's belt sitting in the coffee table and panicked.

"Wait," he called out as soon as Jey stood up. "Before you hit me! To be fair, I tried to talk to y'all about this and y'all shut me out."

"You told us you wanted to have sex, Milo. Not that you wanted to have sex in our room."

"Maybe if y'all would've listened to me then it would've have happened, Dad."

Jey stepped closer to him, sticking his neck out. "Are you gettin smart with me? Is that what I just heard?"

"No, sir. Look do what you want to me but please don't be mad at her. She didn't owe y'all anything, I do. I disrespected you guys' bed and there's nothing I can do to take that back. But leave her out of it."

Apryl rolled her eyes. She didn't want to hear shit about his girlfriend, she didn't want him to have in the first place. His scary ass about to get his ass whooped and here he was, worried about Aunastee.

"Your mama and I will talk to her sister. Don't you worry about that. What you need to be worried about is how your allowance is gonna pay for me and your mama a new bed."

"Cause I'm sure as hell not sleeping in a bed you were hunching your lil girlfriend in."

Milo huffed. He was getting frustrated again. "I'm about to be 17. How long did y'all think it would be before this happened?"

"Since you wanna be so damn disrespectful after your daddy beat your ass you can go stay with your cousin, Adrian."

"Mama, no, I don't wanna leave."

Apryl got up from the sofa, she was pissed but she didn't want to see him get whooped. If she saw, she would stop it from happening. She stood in front of Jey, her hand on his chest. He looked down at her, nodding, he knew what that look meant.

"It's up to your father. You better hope he's in a better mood after this, Adrian." She said in passing.

#parental paragraphs #jey uso #jey & apryl

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