#rohan x y/n

[thepenguinweeb]

rewatching part four, you say…

*slams metaphorical credit card on table* rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan please i am normal and sane about the manga artist

anyways perchance maybe reader is an assorted background stand user in morioh™️, and Jotaro or Joskue or whomever pair them up to look for things/people that stick out around the town (post shigechi death). Rohan is all like “that’s stupid, I can’t use my stand on every single citizen of morioh” only to be told “that’s fine, y/n can help narrow down the search”

maybe reader with a stand that lets them see auras or something similar. Neither knows what the others stand is or does and they kinda make idle banter about it as they go about the streets searching.

Stuff like “how are you supposed to help narrow this down” “stfu i’ll just tell you who looks suspicious, what are you even gonna do when I do though?” “i don’t want to tell you wtf” and “they wouldn’t have put us together if our stands weren’t benificial” and “you know, if i really wanted, I could just get the information myself (heavens door go brrr) but Im being kind and trying this new thing called ‘consent’”

Chance for comedy bc obviously they’re not gonna find bbg yoshikage, definitely could read one person with a negative vibe and be so shocked/discouraged by what they find after hours of walking that they turn in for the night. Rohan walks reader home, could be flirty as they actually talk about how terrifying heavens door could be (ie: koichi kidnapping)

if you go with the aura thing, maybe also a conversation about what his looks like and what readers first reaction to it was. talking about how well they compliment each other and that it’s no shock they were paired up for the search

idk, idc, go nuts man. the manga artist is hot and i’m not ashamed to admit that. need him. sorry this is so long and informal 😭

[ ♡ Kishibe Rohan x reader ]

[ ♡ When Jotaro pairs you up with an unfamiliar man as your partner to search for clues about a killer living in Morioh, you find an unlikely connection despite his.. less than friendly demeanor. ]

[ ♡ Requested by: anon !! <3 ]

[ ♡ A/N: YES YES I LOVE ROHAN THANK YOU !! DW about the long ask, I cannot emphasize how much I love when people rant in my inbox about their sillies. Anyway I loved this concept smm I hope I did your idea justice !! I kinda might have gone a bit overboard lol I usually don't write this much ]

[ ♡ Word count: 2k ! ]

Divider by @/cafekitsune !!

You've lived in the quiet town that is Morioh since your childhood. Your life, up to this point had been quite average, to say the least...

Until now, that is.

A few months ago, you'd been shot with a mysterious arrow, which seemed to awaken some kind of strange power within you.

You'd always been good at judging people's characters. It's what being a chronic people-watcher does to a person. Perhaps that's why you could see people's "auras" since the arrow incident.

To be quite honest with yourself, you didn't think much of it. It came in handy a few times, but life went on as normal.

But it seemed life had other plans for you, as not long after your discovery of these powers, you met a man, Kujo Jotaro.

Well.. not so much as met. More like, watched for a few days by him because he caught you using your Stand in public and thought you were an enemy.

But, you've cleared your name since then and became loosely accquainted with a group of people who were all Stand users, much like yourself.

All was well in Morioh.. you thought so, anyway.

Oh, but poor Shigechi.

It was Josuke who informed you of his death. You were just as struck as everyone else, despite not knowing the boy personally.

He didn't deserve to die.

And so, an investigation began. Clearly, there was something going on in Morioh, way bigger scale than what the group initially expected.

But nothing came back. You asked about it every day, to see if anyone had any news, but nothing. All you could be sure about was the fact that a killer was lurking in Morioh.. who was, also, most definitely a Stand user.

Just then, you got a call from Jotaro. He told you to meet him at a certain address. And don't be late.

You honestly didn't know what to expect. Despite its unlikeliness, deep down you hoped it was only good news - that they somehow found the killer and had him arrested, so Morioh would return to normal.

That, of course, wasn't the case.

You arrived at the location quite soon, as it was not too far from your own home. The address took you to a nice-looking house, though you weren't exactly sure why Jotaro wanted to meet you at a random house.

You spotted Jotaro immediately. Not a hard task, considering the man was 190 cm and wore a huge white coat at all times.

But then, next to him was another man, unknown to you. You know you've seen his face before.. more than once, too. Yet you still couldn't put it together..

"Y/N. Good. You're here." Jotaro nodded once you approached.

"Right. So, uh.." you made a point to glance at the other man, who you noticed was staring at you trough a sharp gaze.

"Kishibe Rohan." He extended his hand toward you, his eyes almost piercing trough your soul with the intensity. You had to wonder if he was always like that, or if he just didn't trust you.. perhaps both.

"Y/N L/N.." you took his hand for an awkward handshake. Then, something seemed to click in your mind. "Wait- Kishibe Rohan. Like, the mangaka?"

"That would be me, yes."

In hindsight.. Koichi did mention something in passing about knowing Kishibe Rohan, 'the greatest mangaka alive' personally..

You smiled, hoping some banter would eventually ease him up. But just as you were about to reply, Jotaro cut you off.

"The reason you're here," he began, "is because I have a job for you both."

Both you and Rohan raised an eyebrow at that.

"You have been informed of all that has happened recently, correct?"

You nodded in confirmation.

"I want you to work together to find anyone or anything suspicious. Whatever you can find. At this point, anything could be a clue."

A small silence filled the air as you stared at the tall man. You weren't against the idea of working together with Rohan, even if you didn't know him too well. The mangaka, however..

"You must be joking, Jotaro." He crossed his arms as he turned his head to look at the other man. "Surely you don't expect me to use my Stand on everyone in Morioh?"

"Of course not," Jotaro replied in his usual tone. "That's what Y/N is here for."

You could almost feel yourself wanting to sink into the ground at the harsh glance Rohan gave you.

But, after a few minutes of convincing, he eventually was dragged out by Jotaro agreed.

An extremely awkward silence hung about as the two of you trekked trough the streets. You kept your Stand activated at all times, but so far nobody had caught your attention. Though.. you had to admit, Rohan's aura was quite unique. Perhaps it was the simple fact that he was a Stand user, but his aura was more.. powerful, more confident, more defining than the average person.

"So." It was him who broke the silence first. "How, exactly, are you supposed to be of any help?"

You glanced at him, not appreciating his condescending tone. "It's simple. I'll tell you who's suspicious and who's not." You raised an eyebrow. "And what are you supposed to be doing?"

The man scoffed in response. "As if I would tell you about my Stand."

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. "Jotaro paired us up for a reason." Your lips curved into a small grin. "What, are you this insecure about your abilities?"

Rohan glared at you, even more intensely than before. He gave you the kind of look that told you if consequences weren't a thing, he'd have strangled you by now.

"Shut your mouth," he replied. "I don't need you for this job, you know. I could always do it on my own. You should be grateful you even have this opportunity."

You let out a long sigh and clutched your temple. It would be a long day if it kept on going like this..

The sun was beginning to dip in the sky above you. You'd been wandering the streets of Morioh since the morning, and so far, nothing.

"Ughh.." you heard Rohan quietly groan beside you. "Are you sure your Stand works perfectly? You seriously haven't seen anything at all yet?"

You gave the man a pointed glare upon hearing his doubts. "Of course it works," you snapped back.

"Then how come we haven't found a single suspicious person yet? Morioh isn't such a big town." He sighed. "Maybe you should get better at judging people."

"Ah, yes, I should be more like you, huh? Be judgemental to everyone who I think is below me."

You could tell Rohan was about to clap back with some witty comment, but you suddenly stopped in your tracks, so he did the same.

You focused on a certain person whose aura was different from the rest.

"That one." You pointed a finger at them.

Thankfully, for once Rohan decided not to be a pain in the ass and actually cooperate. As soon as you pointed the person out, he summoned his own Stand.. it was smaller than you expected from someone with an aura like his, but alas.

"Heaven's door!"

Rohan, with a simple drawing, somehow knocked the person out.. and turned their body into a book?

Definitely looked weird and gross.

"..that's your Stand?"

"Shut it."

Rohan began to flip trough the pages, his expression less and less positive with each passing paragraph.

After a couple minutes, he let out a long, defeated sigh. "Definitely not who we're looking for."

"Are you gonna let me read it too, or..."

The man rolled his eyes and let you have a look. But, to your disappointment, he was right. There was nothing noteworthy about them, there was no chance they were the killer.

You let out a sigh aswell and stepped back. You saw Rohan briefly scribble something into the book, then close it up.

"Let's go," he muttered. "We've been wandering for long enough. We can just tell Jotaro we haven't found anything."

You nodded in defeat and followed behind him as the two of you walked back toward his house.

"Well.. now that you know what my Stand does, it's only fair you tell me about yours too." Rohan spoke on your way back. "Isn't that right?"

"I suppose.." you replied. Even though you were reluctant to share at first, in a strange way, the two of you seemed to bond trough the day, even if you kept insulting and hating on each other.

"My Stand is called [Stand name]. It basically allows me to see people's auras, and get a feeling of their character," you explained.

"Hm.. I see." He was quiet for a while, most likely deep in thought. "So, what about mine?"

You tilted your head to the side. "You want to know what your aura is like?"

He nodded.

"Well, it's.. bold, powerful. Definitely stands out. It's proud and shameless. Like you."

You didn't even notice the small smile that grew on your face while you spoke. But Rohan definitely did, which only gave him an ego boost, it seemed.

"Is that so?" He questioned.

You nodded in response. "It was a little intimidating at first, to be honest," you muttered. "But you're not so scary. Just.. annoying."

He huffed at your answer and rolled his eyes in a dramatic motion, not missing the way you giggled at it.

"Heaven's Door can be frightening, I'll have you know," he replied, almost sounding defensive.

"Hm, well.. I guess it is pretty horrible to have your memories read, or taken out, or altered.." you pondered on that for a moment. "Your Stand is too powerful."

Rohan just grinned, not at all insulted. "Only the best for the best."

You stifled another sigh at his arrogant behaviour. You've gotten used to it by the course of that day.

"But.." he continued, his tone changing to a more serious one again. "I do see why Jotaro paired us up now." He looked at you. "Our Stands do work nicely with each other. Wouldn't you agree?"

You gave him a smile and nodded. "Yeah. In an investigation like this, especially."

Soon, the two of you arrived back to his home. It was dark by then, but you didn't mind.

"Well, today was.." you began,

"Exhausting," Rohan finished the sentence for you. "Horrible and exhausting."

"Yeah.. that." You chuckled. "But.. honestly, it was better than I expected." You tapped your chin. "Could've been worse.. especially since you were involved."

He narrowed his eyes at you. "Hey. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Pfft.." you stifled another chuckle. "I'll let you figure it out by yourself. Since you're so smart."

Rohan just glared at you in silence for a moment before shaking his head and giving up. "You're hopeless."

Your grin widened in amusement. Oh, was it easy to rile the poor man up.. you didn't feel too bad about it though.

Suddenly, he took out his notebook and wrote down something. He tore the page out and handed it to you without a word. Taking one look at it, you could tell clearly it was a phone number.

"We should keep in touch during the investigation," he said. "I don't believe you have my phone number yet."

"Now I do," you said with a smile. "Thank you."

He simply hummed in reply and muttered a barely audible 'no problem'.

"You better head home now," he told you. "I've seen too much of your face for today."

You wanted to take the insult to heart, but all you could do was giggle at it. "As if that was a problem."

"Get out."

"You're no fun.." you complained, but you did as he wished and turned around. "I'll call you if I find out anything, yeah?"

"Right," Rohan agreed. "Same goes for me."

You waved at each other and parted ways. The night suddenly felt a lot colder and more quiet without Rohan's annoying, yet admittedly somehow endearing presence.

The day might've been way too long, and not even successful. But hey. At least you made a connection with someone.

[byakuyacoochie]

Postal Mishaps - Jojo's x Reader

Characters: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Rohan Kishibe, Mikitaka Hazekura, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Joseph Joestar.

A/n: There was a point in the poll that part 3 & 4 were tied so I've just wrote both. Sorry bit shit but didn't want to not write the 3 fics I promised.

The but you sent it back text in Josephs fic is supposed to be from Joseph and not the reader. I'll fix it tomorrow

[uwurakax]

˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing (duh) || me thinking im funny asf || dio

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.8k

masterlist || next

-> 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You liked to think that you were an otome game expert. Even if it sounded… strange to the everyday person, it was your niche and who didn't have an out there hobby anyway? Supply and demand, right?

So you’d pride yourself on your extensive, and completely useless, knowledge regarding fictional pixel romance.

That was how you found yourself here, at two in the morning researching a really obscure listing of a dating game that you had never heard of before. There was no description, release date or year, and no mention of a publisher found anywhere.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure.

That was all you had to work with, the title of this so called game. There wasn't even an item picture uploaded. Spending a whopping thirty minutes gave way to absolutely nothing and you weren't going to lie, you were pretty miffed about it. A piece of so-called lost media just happened to be put on sale on a totally legitimate looking website at the grand old price of.. wait, $10?

Now you were intrigued. An otome game for that price? There was no way this was authentic when games of this nature cost upwards of $50 to $80.

With a few more clicks on your laptop, you came to find out there was free shipping included as well.

That was surely safe, you thought to yourself in your sleep deprived mind.

You faltered for a moment before closing the tab, shutting off your device and promptly collapsing onto your bed for the sleep your body craved hours ago.

Damn, you’ll feel that tomorrow.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The following days were mundane at best, your mind drifting to the odd listing of the game. The circumstances alluded you, and during your free time, you found yourself naturally going back to it. Exploring any and every corner you could, even going on the occasional forum. You didn't get much information however, and it seemed the more you looked, the more elusive it seemed.

How was it that no one else seemed to know of this game? Surely that wasn't possible.

It became more and more tempting to just shot the odds and buy it outright and trying it yourself, but you were still apprehensive.

The website didn't do any favours for itself, looking like it hadn't been updated since 2009, and there didn't seem to be any reviews on the authentication of the site either.

You groaned, sinking back into your chair and staring at your ceiling. Closing your eyes, you cautiously rubbed at them, deep in thought as the listing displayed at attention on your screen.

With a deep inhale you leaned forward again, focused as your hand hovered over the trackpad. The inner debate followed; curiosity killed the cat…

but satisfaction brought it back.

Super sketchy website, but if you played it smart, you wouldn't need to give out too much of your personal information. Plus it was dirt cheap for what it claimed it was.

‘Fuck it’, with a click and a few taps of your keyboard filling the otherwise silent bedroom, you received a congratulatory email and in red capital letters were the words ‘SOLD’ on the now ended post.

And so, you were now the future owner of the enigmatic video game, and if you so happened to be scammed… rest in peace that ten bucks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were honestly pleasantly, and weirdly, surprised at how quickly your package arrived. Didn't you just order this thing yesterday? The no bigger than A4 sized parcel sat at your doorstep in a white bubble mailer, perched upright. The keys jingled in your hand as you bent down to pick it up, purse falling forward slightly in an uncomfortable manner. Your mood was already soured from the days events, and any little inconvenience had grated you. You were about to roughly shove your bag back and open your door when you realised there was no label stuck to your package. You flipped it over, only to find the same blank space.

That's definitely not worrying at all.

You jammed the key inside your door and forced your way inside with an all too loud slam. You knew you shouldn't have trusted that damn website. Now some axe murdering lunatic knows where you live! You could feel the nerves wash over you, and your heart began to palpitate. Twisting the deadbolt lock on your door gave you some sense of security, but it did little to appease you.

Tossing your keys and bag on your coffee table, you sat into your much too old and worn out lounge as you ripped the parcel open.

Discarding the plastic wrapping, you’d clean it up later, you found that inside was a small case with what you suspected was the game. There was nothing of note on the back, no text, rating, or any other information found. Turning it over, you saw the images of various male characters decorating the cover.

These must be the leads.

You glanced over each of the men as your fingers traced their features.

Four blondes, one brunette, one with dark blue hair, another with dark purple, one with a green undercut, a redhead and at the center was a brooding character with black hair and a tipped down cap.

What an interesting cast.

You couldn't help but wonder what made the creator go for ten different routes. It wasn't like that was unheard of, but it was quite a larger cast of romantic interests. In the midst of your thoughts, you felt a chill.

Like you were being watched.

Walking over to your kitchen window you looked outside, hand still holding onto the keep case. You stayed there for a few seconds, looking at the now setting sun against the trees. The orange glow offers little warmth within your small apartment. You gaze back down at the cover art, focusing on the dark, capped character. You didn't know why, but there was something unsettling about them. The longer you looked, the more the feeling began to fester. Gently facing it down on the marble counter, you headed into your bedroom to shower and change; hopeful that a new set of clothes and washing the day's grime away would lighten your mood.

Spoiler alert, it didn't.

Clad in only a towel, you went back into the kitchen to get a drink, throat parched and getting dry. You drank the cool beverage as your eyes began to wander back to the faced down disc. You still felt unexplainably wary, but it didn't feel so bad in that moment.

Gosh, you were such an idiot, who gets freaked over plastic?

You took the few steps towards it and turned it back over again. Tapping your fingers against the countertop in thought you wondered if you should actually play the game. It's highly possible it was just some kind if virus ready to wipe your entire harddrive, but your curiosity was getting the better of you.

You really needed to see what this was, consequences be damned!

Deciding that you’ll use your old high school laptop, you headed back to the bedroom to change into comfortable clothing. You found a pair of old white, cotton shorts and your well loved gray t-shirt that was much too big for you, left behind by a long forgotten ex. You couldn't even remember his name, or maybe you didn't want to remember. He was an ex for a reason, but the shirt sure was comfortable and his loss for leaving it with you. The only scent lingering on it was your own, so by definition and for all intents and purposes, it was yours.

Placing the game on your desk, you went rummaging around your room for the laptop.

Searching high and low; under your bed and in the wardrobes, resulted in nothing. You spend a good twenty minutes before checking the drawers of your desk and finding it hidden under stacks of scrap bits of paper in the bottom drawer. How cliché, and of course it was there.

Agitated, you moved your current laptop away and plugged in the old tried and true. It got you through high school, so hopefully it’ll make it through this.

Though you had hoped inside it wasn't a dud, as you began to feel sentimental about the outdated electronic.

If it did, you'd think about setting aside the money to have it fixed, even if it wasn't worth it - and it most definitely wouldn't be worth it.

You waited a couple of minutes for the thing to boot up, dusting off the slight dirt that accumulated from its lack of use. The age of the laptop was clear as you heard the fan blare to life.

Would it even be able to run the thing? There's no way you'd risk your actual computer on this…

Once deemed ready enough, you pressed down on the disc drive a couple of times, using much more than necessary force on the last push when the reader wouldn't open.

You waited impatiently as it closed with a quiet click, tracing your finger over the trackpad as the cursor moved violently across the screen.

You kept waiting… and waiting… and waiting… until….

Black.

The screen had shut off, and no amount of pressing the power button, force restarting the laptop or even hitting it did anything.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the disbelief and anger present in your tone as you plugged the charger cable in and out of the port.

You weren't entirely surprised it was a scam, a virus now killing your laptop, but that didn't mean you weren't any less pissed.

Yeah you were lucky it was an old laptop, anything on it long since gone when the thing was reset before you graduated, but still…

What a waste of a laptop and the ten dollars spent on a useless thing. On the off chance that the laptop's hardware was too old to run it, you couldn't even get the disc back unless you wanted to pry the drive reader open and damage it further.

With a huff you slammed the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and laying down in your bed. You’d figure out what to do when you had time, but you were too upset to deal with your broken device now.

At least you had the sense to use an old laptop with no data. Gotta take those silver linings.

To lift your spirits, you ordered some takeaway, eagerly awaiting to stuff your face full of the greasy food. After the later half of the day, you felt like you deserved it, and the knock on your door couldn't come soon enough.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Switching off your television, you reached beside you and tapped on your phone screen to check the time.

10:34pm.

You debated whether you did want to sleep now, but your body decided to answer for you as you let out a loud yawn.

Your lounge was pretty comfortable right now, but after previous experiences, you'd definitely be feeling it in the morning.

The longer you stayed, the more difficult it would be to leave so you quickly got up, threw away the rubbish from your order and went on to do your nightly routine.

After the final step of brushing your teeth, you went to bed, flicking off the bedroom light before you looked towards your desk. Your laptop illuminating a glow along the edge.

Well that's suspicious… that's weird…

You shook your head off the image and voice of Cardi B and slowly sat down at your desk. Tentatively reaching out and opening the laptop you were met with a title screen.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure.

A deep blue background with the words in a hot pink gradient that faded to white. Deep violet coloured roses garnished the sides as different hues of purple petals fell from the top of your screen.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure, that was the name of the game from the listing, wasn't it?

Absentmindedly, your middle finger moved across the trackpad, white sparkles glittering off the cursor with every motion.

Surely a few minutes wouldn't hurt right? Just to get a feel and understanding of the game.

Small, white text slowly flashed underneath the title text reading ‘PRESS SPACE TO START.’

“Here goes nothing.” you murmured, as the screen faded to black, shrouding your entire room in darkness as well.

After a few seconds of nothing, you became apprehensive. You silently prayed that it didn't conk out on you again. There was no way you’d be teased like this.

It felt like a minute before the black screen started to light up again imperceptibly, a slight purple tinge colouring against the blackness. More white text appeared.

>> ‘HELLO’

You awaited the continuation, but nothing else had occurred, the bold letters staring at you. You clicked all over the screen and tapped enter, but there was still nothing. On a whim, you ran your hand over your keyboard to see it typed into the screen, right underneath the greeting.

How peculiar.

You held backspace to remove what was a mess of letters and numbers before typing back a ‘HI’ and hitting enter.

>> ‘ARE YOU THE NEW STUDENT?’

New student? Was this game set in a school?

> NEW STUDENT?

>> ‘AT SWF UNIVERSITY’

At least it wasn't in high school, thank goodness. You’d be damned to face another high school otome game. Figuring this was how the game went, but deciding to see what would happen you typed,

> NO

You tried to hit enter, but nothing happened. I guess it wouldn't accept that answer. You deleted the text before following what you assumed to be the correct response,

> YES

>> WELL, AREN’T YOU A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES

The text response was different now, a yellow instead of the earlier white. You felt a shiver run up you, looking behind at your empty room. You sensed that something was wrong, yet you didn't know why.

>> WHAT’S WRONG? SCARED?

Okay this wasn't funny, and this disc was obviously some kind of troll or some deep web, tracking crap. At minimum it was designed to scare you and at most… well you didn't want to think about that.

> A LITTLE

You don't know why you decided to be somewhat honest, but something was telling you that it would be better than lying. Not like it mattered much.

>> HMM, YOU SHOULD BE

You kept rereading the text before the screen flashed with your name, repeating over and over and over again.

Fuck that!

You unplugged the charger, covering your room, once again in darkness. Your breathing became laboured, as your heart beat thundered furiously in your chest, threatening to explode. That most definitely was some type of tracking, data hacking bullshit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What were you supposed to do now?! Call the police? Move? You were only kind of kidding about being sent the disc by an axe murderer, but it was now a very real possibility.

You tried in vain to calm down, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. This was so stupid! So completely, utterly and devastatingly s, t, u, p, i, d! You closed the lid and shoved it back into the drawer. It gave you some semblance of safety. Tomorrow you’d go far away and toss it in a random dumpster. To hell with sentimentality, that laptop was now dead to you.

You wished it would've worked earlier, at least then you would've been able to dispose of it. There's no way you were leaving your unit now at this hour.

Maybe you shouldn't throw it away and instead give it to the proper authorities? But if it was just some troll, you'd either be laughed at out of the station, or berated for wasting their time with nonsense.

You triple checked your deadbolt and closing every curtain, also ensuring that every window was sealed shut and locked.

Retreating back to your room you hid under the covers, the fluffy security net doing little to curb the anxiety that was manifesting inside.

You were surprised to feel yourself growing drowsier, the cute cat compilation video that you put on was only 6 minutes in.

You fell asleep shortly after that, your phone showing a ginger cat jumping off a shed roof and face planting into the concrete.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up with a start, sitting up as you gasped for breath. You could feel the slight sweat covering your body, a stuffiness surrounding you as you attempted to slow down your breathing. You looked around the room, a new panic forming as you saw the furniture and belongings of someone who was definitely not you.

Your room didn't look like this! Neither was that desk, or that chair! These sheets weren't yours either.

You closed your eyes as your breathing picked up again, thinking of what to do next before your phone went off with a ding.

Reaching down, you unlocked your phone screen as the words ‘A BIZARRE DATING GAME’ faded into view.

Uhm…

WHAT THE FU-

[x-trixie-x]

Bed Chem | Rohan Kishibe x Popstar!Reader

Tags: AFAB, Suggestive themes, Romantic relationship, Another Sabrina Carpenter inspired work, Reader is a singer

Rohan Kishibe wasn’t one to care about the recent musicians making headlines these days. He was far too busy to notice, opting to listen to his usual collections of familiar artists when he felt like it. However, it seemed he wasn’t given a choice in the matter anymore when whispers on the street started to emerge about a particularly famous singer moving in. Better yet, she chose the house right across the street from Rohan, making him click his tongue in annoyance when he overheard the chatter of the neighbours. If news was spreading this fast, it was only a matter of time before his street was filled with noisy, high pitched screams and the consistent sound of camera shutters and flashes.

Every day, the same topic surrounded Rohan completely and he found himself feeling quite bitter at how it seemed to follow him to his pretty important business meeting too. As he attempted to speak with his editor, he found himself trailing off and glaring over his shoulder towards a group of teenage girls at the table behind him, who were now loudly squealing and chattering about the news of their beloved idol moving to their town. Kyoka raised an eyebrow at Rohan with a tilt of her head, a puzzled expression gracing her features at the man’s lack of concentration today. He wasn’t one to get distracted when it came to his work, so she turned her attention to the girls along with him in the hopes she’d catch what had him so focused too.

“What’s the deal with this (Y/n) (L/n)?” Rohan mumbled and propped his elbow up on the table in front of him, his head resting in his hand with a now bored, slightly agitated expression.

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” Kyoka answered back in surprise, blinking slightly. “She’s a singer who recently became pretty famous. I’m a big fan myself! Her songs are super catchy and almost always on the radio now. How have you not heard of (Y/n) (L/n)?” She continued with a somewhat judgemental look, causing Rohan to frown.

“I’d say it’s the opposite. She’s all I’ve heard about for the last week.”

Kyoka scoffed, grasping her pen in her hand and pointing it towards him. “Well, you’d better start rehearsing for the day she moves in. I’ve heard she’s a big fan of Pink Dark Boy and I’m sure she’d be pretty disappointed to learn that the creator already holds a grudge towards her, and without meeting her, no less.”

“So you’ve heard she’s moving here then?” Rohan responded with a raised eyebrow, his accusing tone accompanied by an equally judgemental look.

Kyoka’s body stiffened in surprise, a small, pink blush dusting her cheeks as she drew back her pen and nervously twirled it around her fingers. “I may have… heard some things…” She trailed off, huffing slightly as Rohan continued his judging gaze. “Okay, yes, I know that she’s moving right across the street from you! I said I was a fan, didn’t I?” Kyoka puffed her cheeks out angrily, dropping her pen and folding her arms across her chest.

“Anyways, you said she reads Pink Dark Boy?” Rohan brushed off her display and mimicked her actions by folding his own arms across his chest, his words making Kyoka roll her eyes.

“So now you’re interested?” She mumbled back at him, sending him a critical look before she began scribbling down some important notes from the meeting’s earlier, more professional discussion.

“Well, she can’t be that bad if she’s a fan of mine.” Rohan proudly smirked, the display of his ego enough to make Kyoka sigh tiredly. She’d only recently started working for him, yet she was already accustomed to his behaviour. She’d determined he wasn’t… that infuriating. Or maybe she just had a greater tolerance level in comparison to her superiors, who didn’t seem to have the highest opinions when returning from their meetings with the famous mangaka. Kyoka wasn’t even supposed to be so regularly involved in these meetings - she was far from the position of Chief editor at this point. However, she settled on the conclusion long ago that these meetings were passed to her due to his difficult behaviour and the fact she never seemed to vocalize any issues herself.

“I’d suggest fixing that attitude before meeting her. No one likes a show off, Mr Kishibe.” Kyoka instructed with a half serious, half playful tone while packing her belongings into her bag. Rohan hummed, not acknowledging her words but instead debating in his mind whether he should invest some of his time into researching his new neighbour.

Before Rohan knew it, countless vans were flooding the street with workers scurrying back and forth to deliver boxes into the newly occupied home across from him. He occasionally peered out the window of his office, catching glimpses of new furniture going into the property, before quickly hurrying back to his work; a new neighbour wasn’t as important as finishing his work for the day. In fact, nothing was. But as the days dragged on by, Rohan noticed he still hadn’t even seen the celebrity leave her house. If she had, then he certainly had terrible timing.

Fate must have been on his side that one day, however, when Rohan found himself exiting his house with his drawing supplies securely at his side. He stopped briefly for a moment and released a small noise of surprise at the sight of an unfamiliar figure anxiously peering around the street. He stopped and took this opportunity to scrutinise the person, his eyes scanning the sheer, black dress that hugged her body and the way her hair perfectly framed her face; she looked glamorous, maybe a little too glamorous for a simple day out in Morioh at this time of the day. Almost as if she felt his gaze on her, the girl turned to face him with a stunned expression, her eyes lighting up instantly at the sight of him. She debated for a second whether to approach him but soon found herself gripping her dress up from the ground while her heels noisily echoed against the pavement below her.

“You’re Rohan Kishibe, right? I’ve been waiting for a chance to meet you! I’m sorry to greet you for the first time like this, but I just had to introduce myself and tell you that I’m a huge fan of Pink Dark Boy!” The girl excitedly spoke, her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him with a star struck grin.

“That’s right. And you’re (Y/n) (L/n)?” Rohan nodded, his eyes taking in every detail of her face now that she was so close to him. Her smooth skin, her bright eyes that seemed to glisten as she peered up at him and her plump, glossy lips that were painted a subtle nude shade. She was undeniably beautiful and Rohan had to fight the sudden urge to pull his supplies out and begin sketching her in the middle of the street, not wanting to lose this image. Instead, he opted to take a mental picture as he was certain he couldn’t quite forget the way this girl looked at this exact moment anyways.

“You know who I am?” (Y/n) responded with a slightly shocked tone, feeling a little too excited that someone she admired so much even knew her name.

“Well, you’re all everyone can talk about lately,” Rohan replied with a slight shrug, his body stiffening at the noticeably disappointed look that seemed to replace her previously cheerful smile. He felt a little guilty, not intending to erase the beautiful look she was showing him just seconds ago, before quietly sighing. “I’ve heard some of your songs recently. You’re… talented.”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heat up slightly and Rohan didn’t miss this detail. She looked even prettier now with a gentle, pink blush gracing her cheeks; she would definitely be a major inspiration for his newest character design after today. (Y/n) awkwardly began to smooth her dress, hoping the loud, rapid pounding in her chest couldn’t be heard by the man in front of her. She couldn’t tell what exactly had her so flustered - was it being praised by someone she admired? Or was it the fact that she’d always found him attractive from the moment she saw him for the first time in a magazine article, and now that he was here, right in front of her, he looked just as beautiful as his pictures? A sleek, black limo pulling up beside her was enough to snap her out of her thoughts, her heart sinking slightly at the realisation she actually had somewhere to be and she’d have to leave the mangaka behind.

“I’m sorry, I actually have an event to attend right now…” (Y/n) mumbled with a dejected sigh and Rohan raised an eyebrow at her sudden sadness. Her attire seemed to make sense now upon hearing her words and he simply nodded in acknowledgement, offering her a goodbye and turning to leave for his own plans. “Wait!”

The sudden yell made him turn around on the spot instantly, a puzzled look on his face as the girl held out a piece of folded up paper towards him. He cautiously took it from her and peered at it, opening it up to observe the contents - a phone number. Her phone number? By the time he’d glanced up, she was already seated in the backseat of the car, her window rolled down as she waved at him with that same excited, beautiful smile.

“Call me sometime, Rohan Kishibe!”

Ever since that day, Rohan found himself scribbling female characters that seemed to oddly resemble the girl across the street. He even decided to shift the radio into his office and started to find comfort when her name was announced by the hosts, appreciating the sound of her voice echoing throughout the room and finding himself occasionally humming along to the chorus. She’d walked into his life so effortlessly and influenced him in a way he didn’t quite understand, and it was starting to reflect in his work without him even noticing. He thought nothing of it, of course; to Rohan Kishibe, everything was a reference for his work. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact, he’d even made the impulsive decision to invite her to his house one day, commanding Heaven’s Door on her before even debating whether that was a good idea in his head. His breathing hitched slightly as he flicked through her pages and settled on a section that spoke of her stand, and he felt a little closer to the singer upon realising the similarities they held. Rohan paused for a brief moment when he caught sight of another section that was slightly more intrusive on (Y/n)’s personal feelings, scanning his eyes over the words that seemed to confirm she found him attractive. This wasn’t the first time he’d read something like this about himself but it was certainly the first time he’d felt genuinely flattered to see it, and he felt his ego boosting by the second. It was at that point he decided to return his stand, helping her up from the ground and explaining what had just happened while opting to leave out the last part he’d stumbled upon to avoid any awkward tension between the two.

It became a consistent thing for the pair to hang around each other. Rohan wasn’t sure when he got so comfortable with letting her into his space, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy her company. Maybe it was the consistent praise she’d shower him with when she’d peek over his shoulder to observe his newest drawing, or was it because she was a great reference for him, inspiring his designs each time he pressed his pen to paper? Surely it was just because she was beneficial to him, right?

(Y/n), however, was perfectly confident in her reasoning for why she wanted to hang around the artist so much, and she was thankful these feelings had only started to develop after he’d used Heaven’s Door on her. She wasn’t sure if she could face Rohan again if he were to ever read her thoughts these days - he’d surely cut her off in disgust at the collection of impure thoughts that had been gathering in her mind recently. It was slightly frustrating for (Y/n) at this point. She was a popular singer, adored by so many, and she had plenty of options in the dating world. She couldn’t even count how many times she’d had the hottest current celebrities asking for her number, or the amount of fans who could only dream of having a chance with her. Yet here she was, completely infatuated by a man she couldn’t have and desperately manifesting that one day, he’d look at her with the same desire so many others did.



A gentle knock at her door pulled (Y/n)’s attention away from the papers laid out in front of her, some now messily crumpled into a ball and scattered across the desk. She stretched slightly before placing her pen down and making her way down the stairs to greet whoever had brought her away from her songwriting. (Y/n) was slightly surprised when she noticed Rohan was the source of the distraction, beckoning him in and gently closing the door behind her. He looked agitated, grumbling about how his house was burned down and it was all because of Josuke again. (Y/n) giggled softly at how he always seemed to slip into rants about the teenager but the severity of the situation he was in ceased her laughter when the realisation sank in.

“Why don’t you stay here for a few days while your house gets renovated?” (Y/n) offered, her eyes casting down to the bag that was settled beside Rohan. She stared back at him with a slightly unamused look upon noticing it. “Seems like you already decided you were going to do that before I even suggested it.”

“Well, I knew you couldn’t say no to me.” Rohan teased with a shrug, a smug smirk tugging at his lips while he reached down to grab his bag.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ (Y/n) thought anxiously to herself while he followed close behind during her guidance to his room. He dropped his bag to the ground, rummaging through the other on his shoulder to pull out his art supplies before pushing past her towards the direction of her office.

“I’m taking your office for awhile so I can finish up my work. I’m sure you don’t need it right now, anyways.” Rohan patted (Y/n)’s head with a smug smile and she grumbled slightly at his attitude.

“I guess I don’t.” She huffed, deciding to head back down the stairs towards her kitchen where she began to prepare tea for the long night of writing that was ahead of her.

Rohan settled at the desk and frowned at the papers scattered across it, denying his sketchbook access to be placed in the area. He sighed with a hint of agitation and gathered up the crumpled balls of paper that seemed to occupy the most space, opting to discard of them in the nearest bin. If he wasn’t supposed to do that, he’d deal with it later - right now he was too focused on finishing his work for the day. Rohan reached forward to pick up the crisp sheets of paper that were filled with countless sentences, some scribbled out messily while some had notes around them in red ink. He paused for a moment and briefly debated in his mind whether to read the contents more closely, deciding against it due to the need to complete his work. Gathering the papers into a neat pile, he placed them beside his sketchbook and proceeded to press his pen to his own paper, rapidly scribbling away with determination to finish his chapters.

(Y/n) pushed her pen and paper to the side, huffing with exhaustion as she sprawled her arms across the kitchen counter, the cool surface making her shiver slightly. She stared at the wall and became lost in her thoughts; what was Rohan doing right now? Was he still working? She began to daydream of a perfect world where she could just drag her now weary body up there and sit in his lap, her arms snaking around his neck as she brought his soft, plump lips to hers. She’d tangle her fingers in his dark, green locks, he’d drag his lips down to her neck and eagerly sink his teeth into the flesh while trailing his fingertips up her thighs agonisingly slow, going further and further up her skirt until-

Enough. (Y/n) mentally scolded herself and groaned almost a little too loudly as she ceased her inappropriate thinking before she became utterly consumed by it. She gathered up her papers, tucking them under her arm as she took heavy steps up the stairs towards her office. Gripping the door handle, she felt a small sense of fear that she’d be disturbing Rohan if he were still in there, as if it wasn’t literally her office anyways, but proceeded to still carefully push open the door. (Y/n) sighed in relief at the sight of an empty room and approached the desk to place her newly filled papers along with the rest. The sight of the desk, now free of the scattered balls of crumpled paper she’d carelessly cast to the side earlier that day, were now gathered in the bin beside her desk. She softly smiled after coming to the conclusion that Rohan had cleared up after her and even if it was just to make space for his sketchbook, she appreciated the gesture.

(Y/n) exited the office and took small, weary steps in the direction of her room, her eyes suddenly falling on the guest room door that was cracked open ever so slightly. She didn’t really stop to consider the consequences of pushing open the door even more; her soul was practically aching to hear Rohan speak for even five minutes, which she concluded was a result of her exhausted state making her feel slightly soft.

(Y/n) pressed her fingers against the cool wood and gave it a gentle nudge, taking a tentative step inside as she quietly mumbled out. “Rohan?”

Her jaw dropped with a surprised gasp when her eyes fell upon him, the sight dragging any feelings of exhaustion out of her body instantly. Rohan turned to face the source of the sudden sound with a puzzled expression, his shirt now halfway down his forearms with his upper torso fully on display to (Y/n)’s wide eyes. He paused, staring back at her with the occasional confused blink. Rohan wasn’t concerned about how she’d walked in on him, but rather just why she’d walked in at all.

“Did you need something?” He asked, his shirt still hanging from his forearms with a blank expression gracing his features.

“Just… wanted to check on you! Goodnight, Rohan!” (Y/n) quickly blurted out with a high pitched, shaky voice and a deep shade of crimson spreading across her cheeks. She slammed the door almost a little too loudly and rapidly, and Rohan simply gazed at the door with that same clueless expression.

As (Y/n) laid beneath the soft, silky sheets of her bed that night, she found herself tossing and turning, unable to shake the thoughts of her earlier encounter with Rohan. It was quite possibly the biggest mistake she’d ever made in her life - if she wasn’t painfully lusting for the artist before, she certainly was now she’d seen the perfectly sculpted, toned body she’d fantasised about every night before this. A soft, almost inaudible knock at her door made her frown and she reluctantly pulled herself up from the bed, gripping the door handle with her guard up at the potential threat that could greet her on the other side. (Y/n) felt the tension vanish, however, when she found herself face to face with Rohan, who peered down at her with soft, somewhat tired eyes.

“Did I wake you up?” He quietly mumbled, raising an arm to lean against the doorframe.

(Y/n)’s eyes quickly flickered across his form and registered the white, cropped jumper that hugged his torso and quietly gulped while lingering on the sight of his toned abs that were teasingly on display for longer then she anticipated. “Not at all. I couldn’t sleep.”

“I couldn’t either.” Rohan huffed slightly in response.

(Y/n) nodded sympathetically, beckoning him to follow her deeper into her room before taking a seat back on her bed. She patted the spot beside her with a soft, pink blush dusting her cheeks, finally starting to feel slightly awkward that she’d have to communicate with him now after their previous interaction. She really hoped that he wouldn’t bring it up. Rohan took up her gesture and carefully seated himself, falling back to lean on his hands as he dragged his eyes down to greedily drink up the sight of her oversized tshirt falling just barely above the centre of her thighs. When he begrudgingly brought his gaze back from the view to scan her face, he picked up on the blush that was still settled on her and how her body seemed to radiate nervousness. He truly did believe that she was so beautiful, a work of art, even, and especially more so when she was so flustered. He found himself wondering if he was the cause of that; did her feelings transcend just finding him attractive now? A part of him secretly hoped that was the case more often then he cared to admit.

“What are you thinking about?” Rohan whispered, making (Y/n) jump slightly at how closely he’d started to lean towards her, so close she couldn’t help but occasionally glimpse at his soft, plump lips now the distance between them was nearly nonexistent. He had to find out. “What’s making you so nervous?”

(Y/n) felt her body tremble, a shiver slowly travelling down her spine when he placed his hand down beside her own to lean closer, his lips mere centimetres from her own now. “You…” She managed to breathe out, her hands instinctively reaching up to carefully hold his face.

Her response seemed to ignite something deep within Rohan’s soul as he gently gripped the back of her head to push her towards him, finally closing the gap that barely separated their lips. He couldn’t remember when he’d ever felt like this; in that moment, he just knew he needed to do this for him, not for any ulterior motive or any kind of research like he usually used as an excuse. (Y/n) felt relief wash over her at the connection, her heart skipping a beat at how his lips worked so perfectly against hers. Finally having him now like this - it just made sense. Maybe a little too eagerly, she reached towards his jumper and grasped the soft fabric tightly, pulling him down with her as she fell back on the bed with a slight bounce at the impact. Rohan caught himself quickly with both hands propping him up beside her form, the position now caging her underneath him and the desire in her eyes conveying her intentions so clearly she didn’t even need to speak. He gave her a small smirk as he longingly stared down at her, dragging his fingertips up her thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind in his path.

It was definitely even better than it was in her head.

Josuke and Okuyasu yelled angrily upon hearing Rohan’s story, making him raise an eyebrow at their reaction. Josuke sprang up from his seat at the cafe’s table, slamming his hands down with a loud thud. Koichi let out an awkward laugh at the response of his friend while Yukako blushed deeply, reaching out to grasp her drink and hanging her head low while taking small sips to conceal her now bright red face.

“That night, did you guys..?” Josuke stammered with an accusing finger pointed at Rohan, a small, pink blush of his own now settling on his cheeks. Okuyasu leaned forward a little too eagerly in anticipation of the artist’s response with an expression equal to the boy beside him.

“Yes.” Rohan answered back a little too casually for their liking, making Josuke fall back to his seat in pure defeat. Okuyasu placed one hand on his friend’s shoulder while balling his other into a fist, a dramatic tear now falling down his cheek out of jealousy.

“She’s been my girlfriend for years now. Are you really that surprised?” Rohan continued with an unimpressed glare. “Besides, you asked for the story, did you not?”

“Yeah but why is (Y/n) (L/n) dating someone like you?” Josuke grumbled quietly, jumping in surprise at the sight of a familiar figure stepping closely towards them and settling beside Rohan.

“Because I love him,” (Y/n) smiled and Rohan glanced up to the side to observe her now slipping her large, black sunglasses off of her face. She placed her left hand on his shoulder and the sight of a silver, sparkling diamond settled comfortably on her finger and glistening in the sunlight was enough to make the group’s jaws drop.

“Oh, and it’ll be (Y/n) Kishibe from now on.”

[spicyicetea]

Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

[neeuqiakeht]

Josuke, about Rohan: He's a walking red flag!

Y/N: Good thing red is my favorite color.

[howling-medic]

Medic's Rambles (aka Masterlist)

Headcanons and chaos:

The infamous chaos demon post: Every character JRRT has ever written is a chaos gremlin of some variety, and here is my evidence (pure crack, but I stand by the assertion)

Aragorn and Phantom Hobbit Footsteps: A quick little thought and tale of how Aragorn expects to find hobbits everywhere he goes, even when there are none left to hear, TW: mentions of death

Oneshots and Short Fics:

Impertinence: 5 times Pippin called Aragorn "Strider!" when he shouldn't, and the one time he didn't (or a 5+1 Aragorn & Pippin gen fic plus a bonus and an epilogue) TW: angst, major character death(s)

Alive Then: As the dust settles after a battle, Éomer takes stock of himself and his wounds. TW: Blood and injuries

No Battle, No Bloodshed: Eleven years of peace in Ithilien comes to end. Éowyn finds herself in the middle of her worst nightmare. A nightmare she thought she no longer had to fear.days. That she would know rest. That her skills for healing would be needed for farming injuries and winter illness. This was not she expected. TW: blood, injuries, angst

Snow Day: A soft moment under a blanket of snow for the King and his Steward; no TW (Aragorn x Faramir)

Conduct Unbecoming: In which the High King of the Reunited Realm cannot be bothered to care about what is deemed proper because being King does not make him less of a soldier

Level the Playing Field: How to fluster Aragorn, Son of Arathorn - this work is based on a chapter of the scenarios series by @rivendell-poet that everyone should read. This has been written and posted with their permission (Aragorn x GN!Reader)

King's Facade: A look at the beginning of Aragorn's rule as King Elessar that the public never sees; TW: angst, anxiety attack (Aragorn x Arwen)

My Father Told Me: A first person song fic about my Dúnedan OC Sairiniel.

The Next Generation of Chaos: A smattering of headcanons and a short oneshot about Faramir and Pippin and their kids

[jjkamochoso]

Hello could I request a jjba headcanons it's about Reader teaching Rohan how to sew clothes and make his own clothes, this is just an idea for fun :3

Uh YES I loved this idea omg??? It’s so creative, thank you for sending it!!! Rohan is such a fashion icon and having him tap into his crafty side to make even more lil crop tops is truly a beautiful thing✨

Teaching Rohan to Sew Clothes Headcanons

Fluff

Rohan Kishibe x gn!reader

Warnings: none; can be read platonic or romantic!

• It all started one fateful day when Rohan slammed his closet door closed, no piece of clothing sparking his interest; he truly had nothing to wear

• You liked working on your various sewing projects at his house, finding peace in the silence of the large rooms, the only sound hitting your ears being the scratch of his pens on paper

• You had knocked on his door that morning and earned no acknowledgment in the numerous minutes you stood there, using your spare key (yeah, he really tolerated you!) to let yourself in

• As you stepped inside, you saw him angrily stomp down the stairs, obviously frustrated by something

• Considering he was still in his pajamas past 10am, you knew it was something serious

• When he begrudgingly told you of his predicament, you couldn’t contain your giddiness as you suggested he made his own clothes for once

• Of course, Rohan being Rohan, he scoffed and turned his nose up at the idea, stating he didn’t want to “waste his creativity” on making clothes instead of working on his manga

• “You’re right,” you had said, “because everyone wants to hire a 20 year old manga artist who only wears pajamas.”

• Next thing you knew he was sat next to you at your sewing machine in one of his many extra bedrooms, eager to learn

• You first explained all of the working parts of the machine, showing him where the needle goes, how to create different stitching patterns, the whole nine yards

• You then had him choose fabric he wanted his first shirt to be made from. It worked out well since you had mostly scraps from your personal projects and he mostly wore crop tops

• Trying to take his measurements was harder than getting a dog to take their medicine—he does NOT like people in his personal space (but again, he tolerates you very much so at least he didn’t bite lmao)

• He caught on quickly with how to use the machine, the wheels in his head spinning with ideas about a new manga with a mechanical main character

• When he accidentally poked himself with the needle, you learned a whole dictionary’s worth of new cuss words

• To your surprise, he loved hand sewing even more

• Adding the small details, like buttons and embellishments, made Rohan feel like the project had a more personal touch. He is a very detail oriented and hands on kind of guy when it comes to creative projects

• Speaking of hands on…

• You showed him the motion he should use when hand sewing by guiding his hand up and down before he pierced the fabric with the needle he was gripping in his fingertips

• Your closeness was causing his heart to beat rapidly in his chest

• He convinced himself it was from you manhandling him, thinking you were about to poke his eye out with the way you were flailing his hand around, needle glinting under the light

• His slight blush said otherwise👀

• When the shirt was done, you had him put it on and model it for you

• Of course he looked amazing !!

• He thanked you and showed a genuine interest in sewing, asking to see what other things you had been working on while he was hunched over at his desk all those months you had spent there

• Rohan looked forward to making more clothes with you since you were so knowledgeable and understood his vision!

• He never yelled at you about your sewing machine being too loud while he was working again <3

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 1 - Panic Attack

Eowyn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Eowyn's worries about the future send her into a panic attack in the middle of a celebration.

Warnings/Notes: General descriptions of a panic attack/struggling to breathe, that's it really. Wanted to give whumptober a try with my beloveds so keep an eye out.

Word Count: 1689

 The Green Dragon. The hobbits had been singing some tavern song about… a dragon? No, no… it was a bar in the Shire, at least that’s what Eowyn thought. The wooden table shook beneath their stomping hairy feet in time with the claps of amused viewers. The hall was full of soldiers and their wives, celebrating their victory over the Battle of Helm's Deep—a battle Eowyn was forced to hide from, rather than fight—and remembering those that had died. 

 Eowyn wasn’t sure which group held more of her envy; those that had given their life for their country whilst fighting, who’s names would be forever remembered… or those that had fought and survived who now got to feel the truth of glory and strength.

 All things aside, she envied both parties for they got to do the one thing she had always dreamed of. They received their chances of valor alongside a bloodstained sword. They weren’t tied down by gender and expectations, they weren’t left behind to be pitied and defended like children. They weren’t useless. Not like she had been doomed to be since birth. 

  Doomed to never catch respect or honor between her fingers, never feel the same excitement the soldiers felt at the end of war. Doomed to forever sit behind the bars of womanhood until she grew old and useless, body worn from years of sorrow and fingers still itching for–though now too weak to lift–the hilt of a sword.

  The idea of forever being trapped beneath the soft blanket of femininity that had smothered her since birth was a terrifying one, one that kept Eowyn up at the latest nights, longing to prove herself, to be a name spoken with pride rather than dismissal.

 Eowyn hadn’t even realized her hands were shaking until she nearly dropped the flagon in her hands. Not wanting to spill the liquid, she abandoned it on a table. She wasn’t drinking, she’d found the container on the floor and meant to move it out of a drunkard's potential path. Gimli had offered her some of the mead earlier but the thought of losing even more control of herself made her feel sick. 

  Now she was wondering if Gimli had the right idea. Alcohol would certainly help ease her sorrows, but she was still uncertain on if it would calm the galloping horse within her chest.

  From over towards the Hobbits, a loud cheer erupted. Eowyn turned her head to look but bumped into a rather drunken man who nearly fell on top of her. Was there no room to breathe in here? It felt as if someone began to suck the oxygen from her lungs.

 It was crowded. Incredibly crowded, and noisy, and warm, and loud, and hot—Eowyn was then very aware of the sweat dripping down her back, the way the thick fabric of her dress clung to her skin. The collar dug into her neck, constricting her breathing even further. Somebody had plucked her by the head and set her on a wheel, then began to spin her around as fast as they could. She needed fresh air, she needed space, but she was too terrified to move in fear of falling over.

The panic was starting to wrap its arms around her, squeezing her tightly and dragging her away from the light. The crowded hall was practically steaming and void of air. Something hot began to dribble down her face at the same time her vision began to blur, but with a foggy mind, Eowyn could not put two and two together and made the panicked conclusion she was going to pass out.

  The exit was nowhere to be found in this gaping hall of colors and heat. The people around her were now just shapes and noises, noises that made her head feel like it was going to splinter. Her heart was racing so fast it felt as if it had sprouted wings and was going to fly up her throat, her lungs simply giving up on air and falling… falling.

  Before Eowyn could realize what was going on, she sank down to the floor into a crumpled heap, the last of her breath leaving her body in a hoarse gasp. This was it. She was going to lay here, lukewarm stone against her fiery cheek, and either be trampled to death or suffocate on her own lungs. 

  Her ringing ears could distantly make out some commotion and loud sounds but it registered as nothing but perhaps her imagination. Her eyes were clenched shut so tightly she feared the tears on her face would be stained red.

  A warm touch on Eowyn’s back yanked her back to reality by the hair, a loud cry escaping her quivering lips. Suddenly she was awake and so very alive again. The world was far too bright for her teary eyes and everything was too much. 

  “Eowyn!”

  Someone had been calling her name. The sound that had once been a muffled call now pierced through the ringing, the word clear, and worried.

  Through teary eyes, Eowyn could just barely see the details of your face, though anything below your eyes was blurred. Maybe she had died. Maybe that glow behind you was not from the fires of the Golden Hall, but from the sun on a golden shore. Somebody had trampled her, that heel finally digging into her lungs until they were beyond repair and–

  “Eowyn.” You said, hands grasping hers. Her eyes stared at you but they were almost blank, as if she recognized you but had no idea what to do with that information. Her body was trembling violently, chest heaving for withheld air.

  “It’s me. It’s y/n.” 

  Your voice seemed to poke a little further through the fog. Eowyn tried and failed to form a response, her only noise a soft whimper, but you took it as a sign she was snapping out of it.

  The blonde woman didn’t try to fight as you pulled her to her feet, but her legs didn’t exactly agree either. She would have collapsed once more if it wasn’t for your arm snaked around her waist.

  Now teetering on the edge of panic and lucidity, Eowyn gasped as the cold night air drenched her body. Her body was lowered to lay on the floor, back pressed against cold, soothing stone. Her eyes had grown clearer and she could see the stars, but her lungs still felt crumpled.

  Your hand slipped beneath her back and turned her onto her side, one hand splaying on her chest, the other on her back. “Breathe.”

  Breathe.

  Eowyn’s lips opened in a silent cry for air, but what little morsels she inhaled were only enough to make her cough. Your hand rubbed in soft circles over her chest and your command was repeated, so she tried again.

  The air came a little easier this time, and the next. She tried to sit up to regain the weak remains of her dignity but her body sunk back down onto the ground in protest. Whatever pride Eowyn had once held in herself was gone but for the moment she could not care.

  Eventually she was able to regulate her breathing and found her head on your leg. Your fingers were gingerly raking through the golden locks of her hair, starting at the scalp and trailing to the last strands. The tears on her face had dried to soft glitter beneath the moonlight, and the panicking pony in her chest relaxed.

  “I am sorry.”

  Eowyn’s first words after her breakdown were, as expected, rough and hoarse. She cleared her throat and slowly turned to look up at you. 

  “I… I don’t know what happened to me. One moment I was fine, and the next…”

  “I found you curled up on the floor… I thought maybe you had too much to drink, but then I realized you were shaking.” You whispered softly. In your lap, Eowyn tried to turn her head away in shame but you stopped her with a palm to her cheek. “You had a panic attack.”

  “A… panic attack.” Eowyn repeated the words as if they were foreign, though the look in her eyes told you this had not been her first time drowning in fear. Her drawn eyebrows loosened and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. “I suppose… I let my mind wander too freely.”

  “What worries burden you so?”

  “That I will amount to nothing. I will forever be trapped behind these bars, watching those around me taste sweet valor while I am parched and starving.” The bitterness fled from Eowyn’s thoughts into her voice and she turned her face to look out over the quiet village of Edoras. “I will grow old and useless and be forgotten… I will drown in my cage of bars set by my people.”

  It had always been clear to you that deep down, Eowyn was not happy. Smiles felt good on her lips but they meant nothing as they were not true. The fear of control was slowly killing her.

  “Your bars will rust, and you will break free with the valor of a thousand men.” You whispered softly, slipping a hand beneath her head, lifting it. “Your destiny is far grander than rotting away. I promise.” Your other hand rested on the back of her neck.

  Even if your words had no true guarantee, they brought Eowyn a comfort she had been searching for. Her eyes lightened and the corners of her lips ever so slightly twitched. It had been years since she had felt any hope.

  “You’re certain?”

  “I am.”

  You raised her head a little further before planting your lips in a gentle kiss on her hairline, eliciting a quiet sigh of content from her lungs. Eowyn nodded in response to your words and let her eyes flutter shut as you laid her back in your lap. 

  She would be okay. 

  If she could just hang on a little longer to moments like these, draped over the moonkissed stairs of Meduseld, bathing in the cold night at your side, she would be okay.

[inkpot909]

Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader

↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.

A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen. There’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.

Warning(s): Swearing.

Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.

Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.

Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.

However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.

The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).

Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.

In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.

Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.

A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.

Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.

Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.

Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.

It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.

Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.

His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.

That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.

Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.

You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.

They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.

And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.

Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.

However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.

He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.

Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.

Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.

The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.

That’s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.

Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.

Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.

For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.

He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.

Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.

A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.

Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.

He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.

While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.

Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.

Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.

“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”

“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.

“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.

“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”

Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.

It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.

Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.

“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.

Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.

You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.

He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?

He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.

[starry-snippets]

jjba (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, josuke, rohan, giorno, bruno, abbacchio, trish, mista, narancia) + aesthetics you suggest/dress them in

images are from pinterest! 

jotaro - techwear

✩ if you BEG you could get him to wear a techwear outfit that still maintains his love of gold brooches and chains. it’s not even that he doesn’t like the aesthetic it’s just kind of silly to him at first. sure he wears two belts, but two belts and a backpack on his chest and a smaller one on a thigh garter? um no. eventually caves when you show him something he finds really cool and man he has money. bad choice (or is it a great one?) he is fully committing elements of techwear into his every day outfits now. he’s dangerously hotter now too um

kakyoin - goblin/cryptid core (with punk influence!) 

✩ is a very creative guy who has a unique style and he’ll use that to his advantage! this would begin with a date idea of designing shirts or jeans and he has so much fun. now he has several pairs of fun jeans and a patch jacket he’s working on. when he’s dressed up like he’s ready to explore the forest he’s in such a mood to! get ready to spend time in the woods watching hierophant poking bugs with sticks and kakyoin showing you different types of beetles while you look for cryptids with a nearly empty flashlight 

avdol - bohemian/hippie 

✩ kind of related to his current style and that’s what he’s very willing to give it a try. loves the dramatic sleeves and ruffles, truly enjoying how snazzy they make him feel. also appreciates the jewelry! especially if you make it for him or buy it for him because it’ll remind him of you. loves fun patterns so he’ll enjoy combining them in unique ways, also appreciates the whimsical element of the layered fabric and prints 

rohan - avant garde 

✩ craziest dude in the world I swear. will wear anything just about if you make it sound revolutionary. tell him a trash bag is the next-in fashion trend and he’ll disbelief you to no end but will secretly be curious and try it out. helps he has the confidence to rock anything he tries. to be fair, when you dress him up you’re doing it mainly to see if he looks good in everything and you’re sad to see he does, indeed, look good in absolutely anything 

josuke - scene/punk

✩ loves the abrasive elements in punk! loves the colors and being able to make bracelets with you aspect of scenecore. in general he enjoys how he can look tough and intimidating but feels like the colorful accents really soften that depending on how much he accessorizes. doesn’t wear it too often though, really depends on where you two are heading. does let you dress him up fairly often though! 

giorno - cottagecore

✩ isn’t entirely against or for trying it out. is kinda confused as to why you want him to. he’ll eventually say to go for it. depending on what you put him in he will really like the aesthetic and wear it on your dates around town. isn’t a big fan when you ask if he’ll wear a skirt, but when you actually order one he really enjoys the length and the twirl. when you go on a picnic and he wears it, he just feels like he’s safe with you and away from the trivial stresses of his outre life 

bruno - coquette/angelcore

✩ like giorno, he isn’t for or against. leans to okay almost immediately however. he’s curious and very fluid with how he presents, so he’ll agree to just about anything within reason. when you dress him up he feels so ethereal. absolutely loves it? he likes how he’s wearing traditionally feminine garments but doesn’t feel effeminate. he enjoys the outfit and would likely wear it again, especially on a date with you 

abbacchio - goth 

✩ doesn’t want you to for a while despite sharing things with the style already. just feeling a bit prideful. does cave and let you do him up completely, probably because he had a drink. ABSOLUTELY loves the result however. the drama of the sleeves and the flair of his pant’s make him look so long and slender, like a real life dracula. finds the chains excessive but misses the significant effect they had when he was wearing them. definitely enjoyed trad goth makeup more than he’s willing to admit 

narancia - bubblegum b✩tch 

✩ likes it because he feels tall and assertive with the big boots on. will not wear it out of the house unless you’re really good at convincing him. doesn’t have the toughest skin so this does help him build his confidence and self-esteem even outside of his appearance. just feels so adorable, especially with you hyping him out. if he does agree to going out you’ll wear a super feminine outfit too or a suit, confusing traditional mindsets while having a super fun date 

mista - rockstar 

✩ really gets into his role when those skin tight pants are on. if you go out for dinner he’ll act like he’s the most important man ever and it surprisingly works. he will make use of the leather jacket you got him and would ask you to decorate it if that’s something you’re interested in. will wear elements of the outfit separately somewhat often but the entire outfit probably just on certain dates 

trish - indie

✩ loves lots of patterns so she appreciates the wiggle room of indie! she already has an impeccable sense of style but this is her go to when she’s heading out to museums, picnics, etc. trish always adds her unique flair to her outfits, often making edits to her shirts and skirts 

[thepenguinweeb]

Currently rewatching part 4

So you know

If anyone wants to request.. 👀

[byakuyacoochie]

Smash - Part 4 x Reader

[uwurakax]

˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡

-> 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 <-

✩ "these fatal fantasies giving way to laboured breath" ✩

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩

★ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader (( jonathan x reader || dio x reader || joseph x reader || caesar x reader || jotaro x reader || kakyoin x reader || josuke x reader || rohan x reader || kira x reader || giorno x reader ))

★ 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||

★ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 prologue || one || tba

★ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ongoing!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 the manhwa title please. i'm so normal about these dudes it's not even funnyyy. new fandom unlocked? idk i've been wanting to post jojos for ages - also not limited to just the pairings, depending on how i feel, i might add more, but im feeling the challenge ~

-> will eventually be cross posting on ao3 here ✩

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎 ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

[x-trixie-x]

Inbox is Open!

Hi everyone!

I’ve been considering opening up requests for awhile now because the more I write, the more I’m running out of ideas >_< I definitely still have plenty of ideas/works in progress but occasionally I’ve found myself wanting to write but not actually having a decent plot to focus on, which is where I’d love for you guys to come in!

Currently, I’ll only be taking requests for the following characters:

• Bruno Bucciarati

• Rohan Kishibe

• Dio Brando

• Caesar Zeppeli

This comes down to the fact my fics are quite self indulgent and these characters are all my faves 😭 I would find it quite difficult to write in depth about a character I don’t have much emotional attachment to so I’ll be focusing on my fave characters for now!

I currently write AFAB readers just because it’s easier for me to write being AFAB myself so for now that’s what my works will be by default, but I’m working on this I promise!

I haven’t written or published nsfw to this account just yet and I’m still debating when and whether that will happen, but you’re welcome to request it regardless!

I can’t promise I’ll write everything — for now i’d just like to see what ideas you guys have!

If you don’t want to send a request, my inbox is open for any other questions! Feel free to ask about me, my writing etc. I’d love to chat! ^_^

Finally, thank you for all the love and support recently, it’s literally made my day whenever I see the comments and likes😭

- Trixie xoxo

[writememysticfalls]

Bath Time | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Why was there a very wet, very naked Damon Salvatore in your bathtub? And how were you going to sneak him out?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angst

Word count: <1k

“You're so hot,” your date murmured, leaning in to kiss you on your bed. This was your first date since your boyfriend Damon died six months ago.

“I need to shower,” you said. “Before we… get down to it.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom. "I don't even like him, Damon…” you whispered, kissing Damon’s daylight ring. "But I have to move on.”

Just then, you realised the bath was full of hot water. Freaky - you had no memory of filling it.

You stripped, sank into the bath and shut your eyes.

Then, you got the strangest feeling.

It felt like Damon was in the bath with you.

You could feel his hard chest under your back. You could feel his fingers playing up your arm.

It was like those Sunday afternoon baths you would take with Damon, giggling when he soaped your chest a little too much.

You gasped as you felt a cool kiss on the side of your neck. Damon had been obsessed with your neck, attacking it till the skin was sore.

“Are you okay?” Rohan, your date, called.

“Ten minutes!” you yelled back.

Were you going crazy? If you were, you didn't care. This was the closest you'd felt to Damon in months.

You shifted in the tub, and you imagined Damon grasping the sides of the tub with his strong arms to steady you. You were used to hearing a clink as his daylight ring tapped the side of the bathtub.

CLINK.

You heard the noise - just as if Damon was here. That was impossible.

Stepping out of the tub, you wrapped Damon’s black shirt around your soapy body. You looked in the bathroom mirror.

Your heart stopped.

Damon was standing behind you in your reflection.

Damon was in his black shirt, with three buttons open. His hair was that jet-black nightmare that no amount of gel could tame. And he was smiling like you were the only girl in the world.

You began to sob. You spun around, but Damon wasn't behind you - you could only see him in the mirror.

“Shh, don't cry!” Damon said. “I didn't come back to make you sad.”

“Are you real, or am I going crazy?” you said.

Damon made a silly thinking face. “I’m on the Other Side, so I'm definitely real. You might be crazy, though. You’ve eaten pancakes every morning for six months. That's not exactly normal.”

“Shut up,” you sobbed. “Why are you here?”

In the mirror, Damon’s hands ran down your waist… your butt… Then he squeezed your bare thighs naughtily.

“Reason 1. You look so hot in my shirt,” he said. “Reason 2 is because that man wants to have sex with my girlfriend. So, I need to shove his you-know-what in a meat grinder.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Damon!” you said. “You told me to move on…”

Damon groaned. “That's just something you say! I didn't actually mean it, you numbskull!” His lip curled. “Rohan is way too old for you. And did you see his car? It's a Fiat 500. My girlfriend is not riding in that clown buggy.”

You weren't sure if you should laugh or cry.

“That car gives small sausage energy,” he whispered into your ear.

You laughed “Whereas your Chevy gives…?”

“Immense wiener,” Damon said. “I'm talking the Empire State Building.”

You laughed, then felt sad again. “I don't even want to date again,” you said. “I sleep in your shirt every night. But I'm so lonely.” You sighed. “I wish I could touch you.”

Damon paused. Then, he said, “You can.”

Suddenly, you could feel his arms circling you, strong and real. You turned around, and saw Damon there, in the flesh.

You kissed him till you couldn't breathe. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he spun you around with a groan.

“I'm so sorry!” you said, touching your forehead to his. “I gave up on you in six months. I'm a terrible person.”

“I know I should be okay with you moving on,” Damon said. “But I'm a bad guy, Y/n. I want you all to myself.”

He pushed you into the hot bath. Then, he stepped into the water fully clothed, his body hovering over yours. Jewels of water hung off his dark eyelashes.

Damon’s hands grasped both sides of the tub, trapping you. “The bad guy in me…” he murmured, “wants to tell you to never touch another guy.” His arms were tensed. “I want to tell you to cry for me forever.”

Damon leaned back. “But I can't be a bad guy with you, Y/n. So, go do hanky panky with Rohan. Just don't enjoy it too much.”

“I'll get rid of Rohan,” you said. “But how are you touching me?” Your heart thumped. “I know how spells work, Damon. There's always a price.”

“Ahh…” Damon said. “You got me. The reason I can touch you is because I’m leaving the Other Side. In a few moments, I'll be gone forever.” He gestured at the ceiling. “Into the white wishy-woo. At peace.”

“No!” you said, digging your nails into his back. “Why would you do that?”

He kissed you, his lips moulding against yours again and again. You felt dizzy.

“Because kissing you is so worth it,” he said, his voice breaking off into a whisper.

He smirked. “Sorry about Rohan, by the way. I think I made him mad.”

And just like that, Damon disappeared.

You were alone in the cold bath. You got dressed and went into the bedroom.

“I can't do this,” you told Rohan.

He stood up. “I figured.”

That was when you realised what Damon had done to Rohan’s car. The car had three words keyed into it. “SMALL DICK BASTARD.”

You laughed all the way home.

Damon Salvatore, you thought. How am I ever getting over you?

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