#rohan x y/n

[byakuyacoochie]

Smash - Part 4 x Reader

[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? ✩

𝐩��𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 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-

[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.

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #61

Y/n : Do you take constructive criticism?

Rohan : I only take cash or credit

[rinrinx2]

Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!

Hope you like it <3

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Picking a fight

Kishibe x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.

*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*

You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.

"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.

"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.

"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.

You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.

A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.

"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.

"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.

"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.

Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.

The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.

"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.

"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.

Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.

"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.

"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.

You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.

You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.

Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.

"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.

"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.

"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"

"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.

"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.

"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.

"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.

Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.

"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.

Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.

Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.

"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.

Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.

The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.

Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.

"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.

"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.

"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.

You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.

Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.

"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.

"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.

"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.

"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.

"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.

"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"

"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"

"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.

"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"

"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.

"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.

"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.

"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.

"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.

"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"

Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.

"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.

"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.

His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.

His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.

"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.

Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.

"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.

Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.

You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.

"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.

You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.

Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.

His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.

You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.

Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.

Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.

Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.

"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.

Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.

Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.

Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.

"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.

Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.

Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.

Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.

Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.

He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.

Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.

"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.

"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"

"Deal"

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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 

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 18 - Revenge

Eowyn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Eowyn seeks revenge on the man who kept her in darkness for so long.

Warnings/Notes: Death, murder, blood, concussions, mentioned abuse, yeah...

Word Count: 2749

  “How far is Isengard from Rohan?” Eowyn’s voice sounded from across the room. She was speaking to Aragorn with a calm smile on her face. “By horseback, I mean.”

  Aragorn took no notice of the look in her eyes. As far as he knew, the gleam in them was because her uncle's health had been restored and Rohan was no longer under the clutches of Saruman. “A few days, depending on where you approach it from.”

  Eowyn caught your eye as she thanked Aragorn, then turned and left, clearly waiting for you to follow. She was still dressed in her black dress for Theodred's funeral, hair done in a crown around her fair head.

  When you caught up with Eowyn she was in the armory packing a bag. You stopped. “I fear to ask your plan.”

  “Do not fear, Y/N. I’ve thought this plan well through. I would almost call it flawless.” There was an almost wild hunger in her gaze as she stuffed a few knives and such into her bag. Her head swiveled in your direction to read your reaction, then she added: “And I’d like for you to come along.”

  “Not until you tell me what horrible idea is festering in your mind.”

  “Very well.” Eowyn turned fully from the bag. “With Grima Wormtongue gone… I sense a new beginning for Rohan, a strength we have not harbored for years. But I cannot ignore the voice in my heart that claims it was the wrong choice to let that foul man go. If I had been in Aragorn’s place, or my uncles, I would have sliced his head clean off for the years of grief he has caused us.” 

  Her voice took on a deeper tone, something you’d never heard from her. It almost scared you in a way. Eowyn was one to set her mind to something and die doing it rather than give up, but never before had she had a plan as dark as this. 

  With her uncle… sick and brother often busy, Grima had far too much access to Eowyn, whenever he wanted. She never truly spoke of you if the things he said or did but you knew they were not good. Multiple times you had found Eowyn wondering if it was worth to live another day, claiming Grima showed her she truly did not matter.

  As insane as the plan was, the more and more you recalled of what that sorry excuse for a man did to her, you slowly began to vision him dead as well. 

  Eowyn watched your thought process as though it was written on paper. When your gaze finally met hers, she smiled. “I knew you would agree.”

  “I’m not—…”

  “He hurt me, Y/N.” Eowyn’s hands found yours, fingers slender and shaky, clutching you tight. “He hurt me. He messed with me. He deceived me to believe the last of the light in the world flickered out beneath my hands. He spoke to me of things I dare not share for the burden would break you.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, expression wild and desperate. “He has held power over me for too long. He may be gone but to me he is not. I need to end him. I need to hear him scream, to feel him thrash as my blade—.” Eowyn’s cry cut short as she realized all she had just told you.

  You stared at her wide eyed. You had no idea Eowyn was so… violent and feral, but oddly enough her passion easily convinced you. You wanted to see her sink the blade through his darkened clothing and watch his pale skin fully whiten.

  You squeezed Eowyn’s hands tight and planted a firm kiss to her forehead. “If that is what you wish, then I will see to it.”

  And that’s how the two of you ended up on horseback, sneaking out during the late of night. Despite being a man of Rohan, Grima was not a skilled horseman so he would not have gotten far. You and Eowyn mounted the fastest steeds you could and set off on his trail underneath the cover of darkness. If luck was true, you would find your target come sunrise.

  You rode all night, letting Eowyn lead. She’d stuffed the saddlebags with weapons and such, sword at a reachable place in case of the worst. You were the one that packed other supplies, one saddlebag full of food and the other of medical supplies.

  As the sun slowly began to peek over the mountains, Eowyn slowed to a stop. She held a hand out for you to do the same as she pointed to some recent hoof prints in the ground. The tracks led to the edge of the forest where some bushes were pushed aside to make a temporary entrance.

  “What a fool.” Eowyn spat as the two of you quietly rode to the entrance into the woods. “Grima was never one for the woods… I would lose no sleep over him being eaten by a bear, though I would rather it be at my hands he takes his last breath.”

  You dismounted carefully and tied your horse to a tree at the edge of the woods. Hopefully the two of you could get in there, end him, and leave without much turmoil. 

  “I do not think he expected to be followed.” You grabbed your sword and a dagger from Eowyn. Once ready, she joined you at the messy trail. You both grabbed bits and pieces of armor for the vital areas, chest, arms and head, though the majority was disguised under the black cloaks you nicked.

  “He won’t expect much else…” Eowyn glanced at you, that feral look returning to her shadowed green eyes, barely visible from her helmet. She took a deep breath and then entered the woods. You followed.

  It didn’t take you very long to locate Grima. 

  He had made camp near a creek, an abandoned little fire pit sat near his horse whose ears flicked your direction. Then your eyes fell upon him.

  The black shape was beneath one of the trees, moving, but not much. Grima was awake and eating, foul rotten teeth digging into whatever creature he skewered. 

  Before you even realized what was going on, Eowyn was making her way over. You did the same, stepping nimbly over the forest floor until you could easily flank him from the other side.

  Eowyn flashed you a look as though she was appalled someone could be so unaware. Then she drew her sword. 

  The metallic blade just barely made contact with Grima’s ragged cloak before he spun around with a sword of his own. The clang of the two swords was loud enough to wake the whole woods.

  Grima swung wildly. He’d been trained in battle far longer than Eowyn had but beneath the hand of Sauron his attention fell to other things. Eowyn matched his unplanned swings with some of her own, blocking his attacks but being unable to get one in herself.

  You sprang into action once he got close enough, catching him off guard and getting a lash in across his back.

  Grima roared in pain and swung clumsily at you as though he was a bear handed a sword. Eowyn lunged at him while he was distracted and her blade came away bloody.

  It wasn’t long until the two of you had pinned him down. Eowyn’s knee was on his chest, sword to his neck. You had a foot on his torso and blade aimed for his stomach. You wanted the glory of his death to fall to Eowyn but if something went wrong, he wouldn’t escape.

  “I will suffer your abuse no longer.” Eowyn growled. She tore her helmet off, golden hair cascading down her back in waves. “My king may have set you free, but he will never know what will happen to you. Nobody will. Your body will be left to rot and bones forgotten in time until your name is nothing but a curse of Rohan’s past.”

  Grima’s eyes widened when he realized who he was up against, but his fear slowed to a choked laugh. The cold blade at his neck pressed closer to his skin, almost making him wheeze.

  “Oh, Eowyn… you truly have fallen to the darkness.” He rasped mockingly. “White Lady of Rohan… if only they knew how darkened your heart has become. You rope your loved ones into foolish plans to take lives.” His eyes flicked to you, then back to her. “What happened to that innocent, beautiful, young girl you once were?”

  “It was at your hands she died.” Eowyn drew blood from his neck, only a soft dribble, but the look in her eyes warned of more. “And it is at my hands you will do the same.”

  “What would your uncle think? His sweet little girl, now a vicious murderer of one of his closest advisors.”

  “You are as valued by him as mouse droppings. He will not care if you are dead.”

  “But you will. Are you truly ready to live with my death at your fault?” Grima squirmed a little beneath her as though trying to escape. You pressed your foot further down on him. He winced. “You are darkened and you are weak… this moment will haunt your nightmares as long as you live.”

  In the split second Eowyn hesitated, Grima swung his foot up. He landed a kick on her side at the cost of a deep cut from your blade. If he was going to go down it would not be without a fight. Now that he was halfway free he lashed out again, knocking Eowyn to the ground with a punch. She smacked her head on a rock with a cry, going limp.

  You swung your sword, cutting the back of his cloak clean off and drawing another spurt of blood, but Grima paid the wound no notice. He’d drawn his own sword and met yours. A battle ensued but no matter how hard you tried to could not get to him. Whether he truly was skilled or if it was the adrenaline you weren’t sure, but it was almost a hopeless fight for you.

  Dizzy from the blow to the head, Eowyn slowly stumbled to her feet. Her ears were ringing, one bleeding. She tried to grab her sword but the world was moving beneath her feet.

  You tried to get to Eowyn but Grima cut you off, finally knocking you onto your back. He pinned you to the ground this time and raised his sword to stab you in the chest…

  but his blade never met your skin.

  With her dagger, Eowyn had managed to get to her feet and stab him right through the back. The cold metal pierced his skin all the way to the front until you could see the bloody tip.

  The only noise Grima made was a sort of gasp. He stood only moments longer before his body gave out and he fell to the ground.

  Eowyn dropped the dagger, head spinning faster now. Her feet were glued to the earth beneath her feet and her knees buckled but you caught her just in time.

  “Oh, Eowyn…” You quickly lowered her to the ground, turning her head. Her blonde hair was sticky and matted with blood, her cheek red from scrapes. The feral look in her eyes flashed only a moment longer before being replaced with tears of horror and rapidly paling skin.

  Whether it was from a concussion or the simple horror of it all, you weren’t sure, but Eowyn spent the next 30 seconds being violently sick before falling back into your arms, oddly silent.

  “Hey, hey…” You sort of lowered her onto the ground, her upper body against yours as she trembled. Her eyes were open though a little glazed. She slowly looked up at you.

  “It hurts…” Eowyn whispered.

  “Your head?”

  “Yes…” Weakly, Eowyn tried to sit up. It took a few attempts and she batted at her face, rubbing her eyes. “It all hurts.”

  You sighed heavily and pulled her close. Her forehead was warm against your cheek. Your eyes fell upon the slumped and bloody heap that was once Grima Wormtongue, the foulest man in all of Rohan. Now he was dead and the murderer was in your arms being cradled like a lost child.

  “Do you regret it?” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

  Eowyn followed your gaze to the corpse, then shook her head with a wince. “No… I don’t really feel much at all.”

  Her words were worrying, you’d expected her to be filled with either regret or relief, both of which would be slightly scary but better than this nothing that filled her heart.

  Eowyn waited a few seconds before speaking once more. “I want to go home.”

  “Home is a good idea.” You nodded in agreement, slowly helping Eowyn to her feet. You did what you could for the bloody gash on her head, cleaning it and applying some medicine but that was all you could do. After that you loaded her up on your horse and sat in front of her, having her cling to your waist so she had something to lean on.

  Halfway back to Edoras you felt her tears soak your shirt and you squeezed her wrist tight. She cried silently until falling into an uneasy sleep.

  By the time you returned the sun was once again setting and you were exhausted. You scrapped together a lie; you and Eowyn had gone hunting together–an idea that would get you into some trouble but not too much–and she’d fallen while chasing some game. You caught and killed a few pheasants and such to take back for evidence.

  The healers believed you enough to not question the lacerations across both of your skin and quickly did what they could to treat Eowyn’s head room, then sent the both of you to bed.

  You’d been ordered to return to your chambers but snuck into Eowyn’s. 

  She was laying in bed on her side, the uninjured side of her head against the pillow and eyes blankly staring at the wall. Though she stirred when she heard your footsteps, she said nothing.

  “Hey…” You murmured quietly as you slipped your shoes off and laid beside her. You hooked an arm around her waist, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Feeling any better?”

  Eowyn didn’t reply. At first you’d worried she hit some vital part of her head earlier but then she finally cleared her throat and uttered a weak response. 

  “Do you think I’m… that I’ve fallen into darkness?” She rasped, clearly remembering what Grima had said whilst dying beneath her hands.

  You tightened your grip on her. “No. Any words that ever left that man's mouth were lies.”

  “What if he was right…?”

  “He wasn’t.” You assured her firmly. “You know what he did… he cornered you and then wormed under your skin. That must be why that was his name.” When Eowyn didn’t chuckle, you kissed the back of her head again. “I promise, love, you’re not dark or evil… you are light. You’re my light. You’re Rohan’s light.”

  “I killed a man of Rohan.”

  “You killed a man of Saruman. Of Sauron himself.” You squeezed her middle again. “I think that makes you a hero.”

  Eowyn didn’t say anything, but the slightest smile tinted her lips. You squeezed her again and nuzzled her neck.

  “Come on… aren’t you glad? You got to rid Rohan of an evil beast and got to use a sword. You’ve always wanted to use a sword.”

  “That’s true…”

  “It’s more fun than fighting me, right?”

  Eowyn’s smile grew into the softest chuckle and she nodded. “Yeah… I guess it is.”

  You squeezed her tight until she turned to face you, then kissed her forehead. “You’re an official warrior now. A savior of Rohan.”

  “Hush, you’ll give me an ego.” Eowyn protested though there was no heart in it. She giggled softly and then hugged you tight. “You helped.”

  “It was your plan.”

  “Well… we both did it.” 

  You were about to say something else when Eowyn cut you off with a quick kiss. Then she held you tight and buried her face into your neck. “Just hush and hold me… please.”

  “That, I can do.” You chuckled and squeezed her once more.

[liliesinrequiem]

Do you love me?

A/N: I’ve returned. Out of all the P4 characters, Rohan actually became one of my absolute favs very quickly. I hope that y’all enjoy.

Pairing: Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Summary: Reader finally asks Rohan the single question they'd been avoiding.

CW: Angst/Not a happy story, brief mentions/descriptions of sex as manipulation tactic, unhealthy relationship.

I. You shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew through the porch. It wasn’t the best place for confrontation but you refused to take a step indoors. You looked up at your boyfriend. His face held the same expression: boredom. You were going to finally ask him the question that had hung over the two of you since the beginning.

One that you already knew the answer to.

“Rohan, do you love me?”

II. You loved Rohan.

You really did. You loved him so much that it actually hurt sometimes. If he ever needed anything from you, you’d drop everything to give it to him. You made sure to take care of him while he worked. No meals were forgotten and you took care of the house in general. If he wished for you to be his model on occasion, you’d do it and not once utter a complaint, even if you were in an awkward position. You just wanted to please him.

You were a constant in his life. He could rely on you with no doubts as to whether or not you’ll accomplish what he asks of you. He wanted his furniture moved around for some artistic inspiration? You’d move it for him. He wanted a complicated meal? Sure. You did it because you genuinely loved him. You had loved him for so long that the sheer joy when he finally agreed to go on a date with you was inexplicable.

You were happy with him.

Rather, you were happy about it at the time.

In truth, the doubt crept around into you early on. It sunk its claws into your heart and refused to let go. Rohan’s feelings for you weren’t obvious. At all. It hurt to love him because everything you did was expected. It was a sign of absolute obedience to him. It was expected that you’d be there for him whenever. You’d canceled going out with friends, missed out on things you wanted to do, and received next to nothing. Questions about going on dates or doing something, anything, slowly died out of your thoughts. He didn’t want to do anything with you. The expectations that you had for him slowly wilted away as you realized that you seemingly came last in the list of importance for him. If you were in trouble, he wouldn’t drop everything to save you in the same way that you would for him. He’d even told you that bluntly when you’d only jokingly asked him. You went the extra mile and he refused to even take a step.

Perhaps one of the more painful parts was realizing that everyone saw how he treated you. Your shared friends had seen how cold he acted with you. There was no public or private affection. You two were just together. That was it. The words of concern from others flitted into one ear and went out the other. You forced them out of your head. But they were right.

Even with the lack of appreciation, you couldn’t bring yourself to separate from him. Something about him kept you around. It was like he was a magnet that you couldn’t detach yourself from. Every time that you convinced yourself to leave or someone finally got through to you, you were pulled back in by him.

He’d pull you into him and it would be the absolutely rare times that he did pretend to feel something for you. You say pretend because it’s only the moments where you’ve argued with him because you wanted him to do more or you’d leave. Those moments where he would play along in the fantasy that you sometimes made up. A fantasy where he did love you and that you actually meant something to him. A fantasy where you told yourself that the kisses trailing up and along your body were not just an attempt on his part to satiate your concerns. As if he truly wanted to demonstrate that you meant something to him. Where you could tell yourself that his saccharine words were honest and not just trying to sweeten up your mood to agree with him.

Not too long after those moments, he’d return to his usual self because you’d fall back into his desires. You’d drop the matter until you’d circle back to it. The fantasy would always end as quickly as it began. Something that made you emotional on so many occasions because sometimes, you had believed that the two of you were making some form of progress. Where he promised to improve and you had believed him only to go back to square one and the two of you moved backwards once again.

“I love you,” you’d say. He’d merely hum in response if he even felt like acknowledging you. The words had been spoken by you so many times that you doubted that it held any meaning to him. You figured that it just reconfirmed your obedience to him whenever you said it. He’d never once uttered the phrase back to you. You’d held out so long and expected him to say it at some point. But nothing. Ever. All the hints that you dropped on the matter were ignored entirely by him. Ignored purposefully because he was far smarter than he frequently let on.

It drove a deeper wedge into your relationship. The doubt was suffocating you more and more.

“You’re valuable enough,” he once said. That was the closest you’d ever gotten to any form of appreciation. But the sweetness was tainted with the bitterness of being entangled with him in bed as he said it. How could you know if it was honest? He was never honest during these moments. It wasn’t anything truly meaningful in the grand scheme of things.

Recently, though, the doubt was becoming insufferable. You couldn’t keep going on. No amount of lies could keep you satiated anymore.

Perhaps, it was about time that you got tired of his actions. You just didn’t know how to leave him. What could truly drive you away?

You knew the answer to that.

It was a simple question. It was just one that you’d been avoiding the entirety of your relationship.

You knew what he would likely answer too. He’d probably evade the question or he’d probably be blunt about it. Out of the two, you desired for him to be blunt.

The two of you knew what he felt deep down. You just wanted to hear him admit it. You needed to hear him admit it. You just needed it. You needed him to say it out loud. You wanted him to slice through your heart one last time so that you could tear yourself off.

III. You stared at him blankly. Any sign of expectation could lead to a lie. You needed Rohan’s honesty. His face had set into one of discontent. But you didn’t care anymore. Maybe he had realized that you were asking for honesty for once. Whatever the truth may be.

“No, I don’t.”

The curtness of it stung. But you took a deep breath. Just what you needed to hear him say. You smiled for the first time in a long while and he seemed surprised.

“Thank you,” you said.

[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｡⋆

[noaltbruh]

Hey there! Now I have some time off school thanks to Christmas Holidays, I've figured I'd go back to writing a bit! :)

This is another gift for my best friend, I'm not really confident in the way I write one of the biggest assholes in the Jojo series Rohan, but I hope you'll enjoy it, bud! 😊

Also, Merry Christmas to anyone who is reading this! 😚

Making an effort

While many would recognise Rohan Kishibe for his notorious story, for his natural talent, his intuition, or even for his look, there was not much to admire when it came to the type of person he was, or the way he would approach others in any social situation.

Indeed, it felt quite oppressing to feel like you were always being looked down upon, you were considered a simple weight, or an interruption in the creation of his "work of art".

But this is how one would feel, if they didn't react to this behavior by laughing in his face.

"Opposite attracts", don't they?

It is too bad that this did not apply to them.

Undoubtedly, there was a lot of...Let me say, attraction, between them, but they were no sun and moon, no light and dark, no loud and quiet.

Surely, Y/N appeared to be more polite and patient compared to her partner, who seemed to be living by the conviction that any other being was inferior to him.

But this didn't change the fact that she would have preferred staring at her duck lamp for three hours in a row, rather than participating in a party. Even if she'd showed up, it would have been merely to find an excuse to put on a nice dress and eat snacks.

But if there was a word to describe the way the girl wished to live her life, it was hard to think of anything but "habit". She did not thrive for new experiences, new adventures, new people...She did not understand changes, and refused to do so.

In the presence of someone even more quiet, reserved and introverted than she was, she somehow found the reassurance and stability she longed for. In a twisted sense, his reclusive nature is what has caught her attention.

Similarly, the other grew to..."Tolerate", by his words, her presence as well. Truthfully, he too found pleasure in the company of someone who could keep up with his provocations and acknowledged his rhythms...Most of the time.

Because at the end of the day, who doesn't appreciate someone who is a bit like ourselves? Who doesn't enjoy having a person who understands and respects your boundaries, your interests, your traditions?

Time went by naturally, there were no major changes aside from Rohan sometimes heading to visit a place for his...Research, but Y/N actually enjoyed traveling with him once in a while.

Their house, however, still remained their most trusted companion, especially during a time such as "Christmas", where the cheery and overly sweet atmosphere of the outside world made Rohan hiss like a stray cat.

So, while other authors were too busy with "spending time with their family and friends or whatever", the outstanding genius had had the brilliant idea of intensifying his work hours, instead.

It was a matter of randomness whether or not she would have come to disturb him during his drawing session. Was she feeling too tired that day? Or was she in the mood for annoying him, to the point where he'd accidentally drop ink on his sketches, and force her to sit in a corner for the rest of the day?

Not that she actually would have anyway.

The only warmth in the house came from the heaters Y/N had turned on a couple of hours before. She was busy reading another novel she had gotten recommended online, after the overly romantic one she had mistakenly decided to give a chance to before.

10 pages, 20 pages, 30 pages, 40 pages...

After stopping at exactly page 105, she carefully put the book back on her bedside table and got up.

The bedroom the two shared was right next to Rohan's studio. If she listened carefully, she could hear the sound of his wooden pencils and meticulously picked pens, barely touching the surface of the drawing base, completing another page.

With a bored expression, she stretched her arms and opened the door, the only light inside of the room was coming from the window, which wasn't saying much, considering the sky was cloudy. However, the artist did not look bothered in the slightest by this.

"Damn, you want some sunscreen?"

She commented, barely getting any reaction out of him.

"No, thank you"

The girl sighed to herself, still smirking a bit, and turned on the only small lightbulb in the room. She didn't mind the dark itself, she actually found it quite enjoyable, it was merely to poke fun at him.

"What about now?"

Y/N added, resting an elbow on the side of the table the young mangaka was drawing on, clinching her hand into a fist as it made contact with her cheek.

"Still no, although what you just did right now was quite unnecessary"

"Almost as much as you deciding to spend even less time with me during Holiday times"

Despite the weight of her words, her tone was still a perfectly calm one. She didn't like to lose her cool, she could hardly ever do so even if she tried. Yelling just wasn't part of her nature, and she lived by the idea that passive-aggressiveness was much more impractical than screaming, especially with people like her boyfriend.

"Was that supposed to be some sort of offensive remark?"

"It wasn't supposed to be"

She shrugged and leaned forward to take the pencil off his hand.

"It was"

The small object fell to the ground, there was a moment of silence between the two, broken by the green haired one.

"I didn't take you for the type of person who cares so much about Christmas"

The two of them finally made eye contact.

"Look, it's not about Christmas itself, it's just..."

Y/N frowned before finishing the phrase.

"I get that your manga is important and all, but...Can't you just catch a break once in a while? Can't we spend these days together like any other couple? For once?"

Rohan looked down at the uncompleted image of Heaven's door he had been working on before being interrupted.

He didn't have malicious intentions, nor had he considered the possibility that his partner would have liked to spend all her time with him. They weren't exactly a "lovey-dovey" couple, and in his mind, he genuinely believed that she would have been okay reading all alone wrapped in the bed sheets.

He was just purely clueless when it came to understanding other people's emotions, especially considering how she didn't like to be direct about how she felt.

But, even if he wasn't the best at it, she would have still appreciated any sort of attempt to do so.

"...What do you want to do, then?"

Despite the fact that this is what she wanted, the girl couldn't help being taken aback by his response. She knew Rohan actually valued her, and simply sucked at showing it. Even so, she wasn't entirely sure of how to answer. It's not like she had anything special programmed in mind, nor did she want to leave the house anyway.

"I...Dunno, we can do whatever, 's long as we actually do it together"

It was the kind of sappy answer that she regretted in the moment it left her mouth, but that it felt right to express, even for just a second.

The other got up from his chair and turned around, without honoring her with a minimum reaction to her affirmation.

"...So?"

She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"No"

A straight answer, that's all she got out of him, before he walked out of the room, leaving her alone. That was low, even for the standards of a person like him, especially after he had seemed to show some bare interest in cheering her up, just for a second.

"...Fucking asshole"

She murmured to herself and left the place with heavy steps. For a second, she wondered where he had gone, but she quickly shoved that thought away, refusing to think about it. Bored out of her mind, she took her phone and started scrolling through videos of cat fishes eating food.

This went on for almost an hour, before the sound of the chubby animals nomming was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, but she couldn't be bothered to answer.

So, instead of knocking again, the other one just made himself comfortable and walked inside the bedroom, staring at his girlfriend for a couple of seconds, while she turned off her device with a blank expression.

"What?"

This time, she broke she silence. She looked at him in the corner of her eye, realizing he had his arms behind his back. His stiff position made it pretty clear that he was feeling nervous, but she wasn't in the mood for teasing him in that moment.

After a fake cough, he took another step in her direction. For once, the smug and egocentric Rohan wasn't sure of how to start the conversation.

"I...Made you this"

He reluctantly said, as he handed her a small cup filled with vanilla-flavoured tea.

She recognized it from the smell, despite the fact that she had never actually tried it before, although she had wanted to for a while now. But, considering the small city Morioh was, she couldn't find any supermarket that sold this flavor.

"...Where did you even get this?"

She asked, as the took the cup with both of her cold hands, to warm them up a little.

"When I went to Tokyo two days ago, but you decided to sleep in the entire day"

Despite her effort to act upset, which she still was, she couldn't help but crack a small laughter.

"Heh, I made the right choice"

"Yeah"

Feeling a bit more relaxed after seeing her smile, he took a sit next to her.

"Where did you hide the tea bags?"

"Under the wholemeal bread, so that I would have been certain you wouldn't have seen them"

"...That was a clever move"

"I kno-...Thanks"

Y/N took a sip out of the beverage, it warmed her inside as well. It was rather sweet, but not excessively, it was just like how she had imagined it to taste like.

"So, er...The reason why I said "no" earlier..."

"Yeah? What was up with that dick move?"

Normally, he would have responded twice as provocatively to her rhetoric question, but he thought it was better to let it slide at least this time.

"You uhm...Said you wanted to do something together, but I kind of..."

He looked at the little mug covered in white tulips.

"Felt...Bad about how I had been acting and... Decided to prepare this for you...Myself"

The green eyed one concluded. In that moment, he understood, although unconsciously, how his partner had felt asking him to spend more time with her earlier.

It was...Cheesy and dumb to pronounce out loud, even more than what she had said. He was already waiting for her to tell him how unnecessary and "out of character" it was for him, and to be honest, he couldn't even blame her.

"...I get it, makes sense"

Was what he got as an answer instead, he doubted if he had heard her correctly for a second.

"Thank you"

She added with a small smile.

"You're...Welcome, I guess"

"Just don't it again, 'K?"

The girl put the cup down and pointed a finger in his direction, smirking a little.

"That is, if you don't want me to pour oil on all your drawings and sketches"

"That is, if you don't want me to kick you out of the house"

Rohan grabbed Y/N's hand and held it tight between his, reciprocating the other's expression.

"Dang, you were able to be humble for almost 5 minutes, if you reristed for two more, you would have beaten your last record"

"Oh well, there will be another occasion..."

He leaned over and kissed her knuckles.

"...Maybe"

The artist pulled her closer to his chest by her wrist, more delicately than he usually would. Despite his inability to keep his flirty attitude completely at bay, he still felt like he should have been a bit softer to her in that moment, compared to how he would usually act.

Y/N loved to listen to his heartbeat, it was one of the rare sensations that were truly able to put her at ease, to give her that feeling of comfort and safety, to gift her with the certainty that everything was okay.

She didn't care if one would have called it childish, the thought of it couldn't even cross her mind in a moment like that.

It's true, his boyfriend could be a jerk, and was a huge jerk, but it made her feel special in a way. Not his attitude itself, but the implications of it, in a sense. How she was sure she really was something extraordinary, if Rohan Kishibe, of all people, cared about her.

And on top of this, tried what he had to prove her that it was the truth: that her uniqueness was a precious treasure he had the duty to cherish. In his usual self-centered, narcissistic, selfish view, he found space for something else, a space whose existence he had tried to defy: in his heart.

Loving someone was actually worth it, that was the most important lesson he would have ever taken from Y/N.

The latter's eyes naturally closed a little, enchanted by the reassuring sound. She had a small smile on her face, but she didn't feel like falling asleep just yet. She wanted to enjoy her partner as much as she could, despite how tempting it was to let go and rest surrounded by his body.

She let out a small sigh in relaxation, slowly raising her arm and taking the sort of bandage off his head, letting his hair down. He didn't like to be seen without it, especially since it prevented his hair from getting in the way of his work.

However, the girl just saw the occasion and couldn't help herself, she thought he looked even more handsome without it, and it's not like he needed it in the moment anyway, didn't he?

"You just won't bite, will you?"

"Why would I?"

Her hand was still in his hair as she lightly played with it.

"You look hotter when you don't wear it"

"...Well, how could I ever refuse a compliment from you?"

All of a sudden, she noticed something in his expression, a slight detail that, from an inexperienced point of view, would have gone unnoticed, or given from granted.

"...Ya know, I love your smirk"

"I know you do"

"But...I just adore seeing you smile...For real"

Caught unprepared by the comment , the young artist could not help but manifest a pink remark on his cheeks. He hadn't even realized how long he had been smiling for, and how genuine it looked, just for once.

"What? You didn't expect that?"

"I must admit I didn't"

Slowly, one of his hands started to crawl its way through her back, making sure not to leave any spot untouched.

"But can it compare to how pretty you are right now?"

In that exact moment, she sensed a shiver down her spine. It was hard to tell whether it was due to his physical initiative, or his words. Either way, she perfectly knew how to send the ball back to him.

"I don't know, can it?"

"...No, no it can't"

No other sound came out of the room for the next few hours, aside from that oh their lips touching. Feeling comfortable with someone while in pure calmness and quietness, that was pure love for the two. Maybe and unconventional type, but meaningful to them both nevertheless.

The outside was already dark, and the moon was barely visible that day. Some Christmas ornaments could be seen in the distance from the glass barrier, which gave Rohan another idea.

"Hey, would you like me to give you your present now?"

"You...Actually got me one?"

She was hoping that deep down, a tiny fraction of Holiday spirit had managed to penetrate inside of him, but she had prepared to accept the fact that it would have, most definitely, remained a fantasy.

How happy she was, for once, to be wrong.

"Of course"

"But it's not Christmas yet"

"Dates are just a social construct, and Jesus wasn't even actually born that day"

"Alright mr. Nonconformist, let's see what you got"

He reluctantly let go of her, kissing her for one last time.

"Give me a second"

Soon enough, the green-haired one came back. He was holding a simple, but carefully wrapped packet, whom he let slip on her hands with a satisfied look.

"Well, go ahead"

Noticing the conviction in his gaze, Y/N could not resist a second further and opened the gift, to reveal a...Sweater?

She could guess he would have gotten her clothes, but she didn't expect him to present her with this piece of clothing, of all things.

However, everything started to fall into place as soon as she turned it around. Before she could say anything, Rohan anticipated her.

"Well, I've figured you would have liked it, since you love filling the walls of my studio with this...Thing so much"

"It's called a stickman, honey"

"Whatever it may be, you surely seem to enjoy drawing it everywhere"

He didn't receive a "thank you", or a "Are you serious?" Or even a "Where the hell did you find this?"

The girl simply laughed.

"W-WHAT? What's so funny now?"

"You're such...A dork"

She slowly folded the sweater and put in on the pillow next to her, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, finding the strength to kiss him between her giggles.

"I love you, you moron"

"I love you too"

[intomusings]

ೀ ﹒﹒  favorite   names   compilation    !

ur   fav   musings   girly   again   here   with   the   first   of   my   christmas   goodies   .   my   favorite   thing   to   do   is   these   name   compilations   so   i   decided   to   create   another   masterlist   of   my   absolute   favorite   ones   (   some   old   ,   mostly   new   )   anyways   all   i   ask   is   that   if   u   found   this   useful   ,   u   like   or   reblog   to   show   ur   support   .   i   hope   everyone   is   enjoying   the   holiday   season   ♡

- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.

- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.

- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.

- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.

- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.

- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.

- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.

- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.

- i : isla, inara, ilia.

- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.

- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.

- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.

- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.

- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.

- o : ozzy, orion.

- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.

- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.

- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.

- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.

- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.

- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.

- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.

- y : yves, yara.

- z : zephyr.

[asumi2020202]

Things I never felt before

Pairing: Legolas Thranduilion x reader

Summary: You are Legolas' lover, he courted you before you both left to destroy the one ring. You are a healer who is needed almost all the times and a motherly figure to the hobbits.

A/n: My Lotr/Hobbit obsession has again started after I saw my husband, Legolas, in a youtube video. Anyways, Thank you for reading!

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The Fellowship had been assembled. Tens companions in total. Aragorn, the son of Arathorn. Legolas, son of Thranduil. Gimli, son of Gloin. The four hobbits- Frodo, the ring bearer, Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gandalf the Grey. Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor.

And..Y/n, daughter of Lord Elrond. The only female.. Lover of Legolas Thranduilion....

Her father didn't want her to join, thinking she would get hurt. But her abilities, knowledge and skill is something that the Fellowship required.

The elves of Rivendell were sailing off to the Undying lands. Yet she told her father she would not. She would stay with Legolas.

The Fellowship left Rivendell after bidding goodbye. Arwen almost did cry to see her little sister go on a dangerous quest, she felt a bit of peace as she knew her sister had someone to protect her.

And so...their journey began....

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The fellowship were aiming for the gap of Rohan. After a while of walking the mountains they had stopped near a pile of giant rocks, some of which even looked as if they are stacked.

You handed a plate of food to Sam to give to Frodo. The others had already eaten. After doing so you blew out the fire and sat next to Frodo and watched Merry and Pippin train while Legolas was looking out for any enemies.

"One. Two. Good!" Boromir said, sword clanging against another.

"You got good Pippin" Merry said to Pippin.

"Thanks"

"Move your feet" Aragorn said.

Frodo looked at you and smiled.

"Ah!" Pippin squealed

"Sorry!" Boromir said. The two young hobbits tackled him on the ground as the three of you watched.

"hold him!" "For the shire!"

You gently laughed as you saw the two hobbits tackle Aragorn who tried to help Boromir. Aragorn groaned as fell on the ground as well.

Pippin got up and ran to you.

"Y/n I've got a cut on my finger. It hurts." He looked at you with his adorable little Hobbit eyes which melted your heart.

"Ah.. come with me, I will put some medicine." You led the little Hobbit to where the fire once was.

You were putting a healing balm on his hand. You turned your head and saw Legolas jump from one rock to another and stand on a giant boulder.

You finished applying the medicine and smile at Pippin as he runs to Merry. You got up from the ground and stand near Legolas.

Him standing on a boulder gave him better view whilst you stood on the ground, adjusting you satchel. You were shorter than Legolas too which gives him the tall height advantage.

"What's that?" One of the members asked.

"Oh nothing it's just a wisp of clouds." Came Gimli's reply.

"It's moving fast.. against the wind.." Boromir said, getting up from the ground with Merry and Pippin.

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouted.

"Hide!" Aragorn shouted.

"Hurry. Frodo.." you said as you guided Sam and Frodo to cover.

As crebains flew away, everyone got out from their hideout.

"Spies of ... Saruman! The passage south is being watched. We must take the path of caradhras." Said Gandalf.

You looked at Legolas as he gently held your hand.

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The path of Caradhras was difficult. Thick snow, extreme cold, heavy snowfall. Elves do not mind cold very much but the others do. So you and Legolas walked in the front.

You, Legolas and the others got stuck in the snow when a huge chunk of snow fell from above.

You helped Sam out of the snow and then got out yourself. Sam went to Boromir's side.

"There is fell voice on the air" said Legolas.

"It's Saruman!" Shouted Gandalf.

"He's trying to bring down the mountains" Aragorn said as well.

Gandalf started to chant a spell in Imladris to try and stop. But alas it did not work.

It was decided that the fellowship would go through the Mines of Moria. It was chosen by Frodo.

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Gimli sat down a bit away from the door. The Door of Moria was yet to open. Gandalf had tried all the password that he could come up with but it didn't work.

You and Legolas sat on a log. The two of you braided each other's hair. You saw Gandalf sigh of defeat. Legolas got up and walked around to see any incoming danger.

You went to Gandalf and stood in front of the door before looking at Gandalf. He looked at you.

"It is riddle......" You said.

"A riddle you say?" He replied.

"Mellōn" you said as the doors opened the Hobbits running towards you at once.

The events that occurred after that...were too cruel for all of you...

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The hobbits were shedding tears. Gimli was trying to get back in the mine but Boromir didn't let him. You sat on a boulder, unable to accept the reality like Legolas.

"Get them up Legolas, Y/n." Aragorn spoke to you and Legolas. Legolas came up to you and placed his hand on your back. You looked up from the ground to his eyes. He could see the pain in your eyes, for he too feels it.

"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir shouted.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs. We must make for the woods of Lothlorien." Reasoned Aragorn.

"Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, Y/n get them up." Aragorn said as walked up to Sam and held him up.

You got up from the boulder and gave Legolas a nod, after which you went to the hobbits, asking if anyone got injured.

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You and Legolas were close to eachother. Fingers intertwined as you walked through the woods. Aragorn was leading the way.

"I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox." Said Gimli as he almost got himself pierced by an arrow of a Lothlorian guard.

"A dwarve breathes so loud, we would've shot him in the dark" Said Haldir, an old acquaintance.

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"Mae g'ovannen Legolas Thranduilion, Y/n Elerondiel." Said Haldir. Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduilion, Y/n, daughter of Elrond.

"Ah, Aragorn in Dunedain. Istannen le ammen." Oh, Aragorn of Dúnedain. You are known to us. Haldir spoke, turning to Aragorn.

"Haldir." Aragorn greeted him.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of elves! Speak words we can all understand!" Spoke Gimli, annoyed because he couldn't understand what was being spoken.

Haldir simply turned to Gimli and spoke.

"We have not had dealings with the dwarves since the dark days."

"And you know what this dwarves says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!" I spit on your grave.

"That was not so courteous" Aragorn intervened.

Haldir looked at Fellowship and then to Frodo.

"You bring great evil here.... You can go no further."

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You sat like the rest of the Fellowship while Legolas stood. Aragorn trying to convince Haldir to let you all stay the night.

Frodo saw Legolas look at him as the others looked at him too. He felt guilty. As if they are blaming him.

Frodo got up and went to you. He came to you and sat beside you as you opened your arms. He came in and laid his head on your chest as you hummed. He looked up in the sky and then closed his eyes.

Legolas saw you two cuddled up. He felt warm at the scene. Many would feel jealous at the sight of their lover with someone else but Legolas felt love for you grow further.

You and Frodo looked like mother and son. You ran you fingers through his head and held him close like a mother would.

Legolas smiled a little seeing you both. He imagined how it would be when the two of you would have children together.

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Night had fallen. Most of the Fellowship had gotten fallen asleep. Aragorn was with Boromir.

You and Legolas were in your sleeping place. He had re-braided your hair and you were currently doing his.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to untangle any knots.

"Melēth nin, what would do after all of this is over?" You asked him.

"Ah..... The first thing I would do is to marry you. I would still need to think of what to do next." He replied.

His reply made you blush a bit. The sad atmosphere lifting up a bit.

"I would have a big family with you, nin melēth. I imagine it every time I see you with the little hobbits. You would make an excellent mother to our little elflings." He continued.

Your ears had turned pink. You laughed gently as you finished braiding his hair. He got up from the ground and went to your side.

He sat down beside you and kissed you passionately. It was slow but filled with deep love.

Elves love once. They love slow but when they do, they love hard.

After a minute, his lips seperated yours. Your lungs felt empty before you inhaled air.

He laid down and patted the place beside him. You went to his side and laid your head on his chest.

Soon after you drifted off to sleep. Soft snores made Legolas smile. The world was harsh... But you both had each other and that was enough.

He ran his hand over your head, soothing you. He drifted off to sleep after sometime. He fell asleep admiring your beauty. He had said something before doing so.

It was what he felt since he met you the first time.

"You make me feel.. Things I never felt before..."

-Lillian

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Waited So Long- Boromir x Reader x Legolas x Aragorn

Summary: Boromir, Legolas and Aragorn had been wanting you the whole journey and you had been wanting them. Finally you are able to show them just how much you had been craving their touch.

Word count: 2, 102

“You know, the sunrise in Rohan is beautiful at this time of year, especially from my bedchambers.” Eomer drunkenly whispered in your ear, his awful flirting attempts making you giggle.

Standing quite close to one another now, Eomers hands begin to move up and down your hips. You’re definitely not opposed to his touches, although there are other hands you’ve craved a lot more during this long journey. As his hands begins to creep up your waist, he confidently grabs you, pushing you into himself with a lust-filled grunt, his face inching closer to yours.

Unfortunately for him, however, before he can kiss you, he is ripped away from your body, and you are pulled away from his.

Being pulled apart from Eomer, you land on a firm chest with strong hands now on your hips, with another softer hand interlocking with your own. Looking around you, you realise it is Boromir who holds you so possessively and Legolas who holds your hand.

“Thank you for keeping y/n company, Eomer, but we would like to enjoy such festivities with our dear friend now.” Aragorn calmly explains, though there is venom and warning in his tone.

Before you had a chance to say goodbye to Eomer, you are being ushered away by all three men, their hands all managing to find a different part of you to hold onto as they escort you out of the celebrations. You can’t help but giggle at their protectiveness, and the way their hands hold onto your body.

The three of them overpowered you quite easily, but you couldn’t care less about being led away by them. Pushing you out of the hall and into the empty corridor, they find a large storage room that they led you into.

Stepping into the room, you had no time to get your bearings before Aragorn pushed you against the door into a heat and desperate kiss. Your hands immediately reach for his hair, as his grab onto your hips.

“You have no idea how long we’ve wait for you, darling.” You heard Legolas whispered heatedly into your ear as you feel Boromirs desperate kisses on your neck.

Your head was swirling with pleasure as Aragorn broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and your chest heaving. You had no time to recover however as Legolas took Aragorns place and pushed against you into a desperate and hungry kiss. Legolas’ kiss was not as brutal as Aragorns, but it did not lack passion or hunger.

While the elf continued his passionate kiss, the two men busied themselves by removing your shoes, pants and undoing your tunic. As the fabric made its way over your head, you were left bare to six eyes that hungrily wandered across your body.

“My turn.” Boromir grinned at you.

Boromir pounced at you like an animal, his kiss the most hungry and desperate out of all. His hand found its way into your hair, where it tugged and held onto the strands. Your hands found their way into his hair as well, pushing his face closer to yours, desperate for more of his touch.

The kiss was so heated and desperate that you forgot about the other two in the room. Your hands continued to rough up his hair, and once you began to tug his locks, Boromir let out a delighted moan and picked you up by the backs of your thighs.

The squeak that you made at the suddenness of being picked up caused them all the laugh sweetly at you. Now you have your eyes open, you see that both Legolas and Aragorn have rid themselves of their shirts and currently had their impressive lengths in their hands.

“We have waited this whole journey to have you, sweetheart.” Boromir moans against your lips as your foreheads touch and your eyes close once again.

“And I you all.” You moan back as you begin to desperately tug at Boromirs trousers.

“Would you like to have Boromir first, darling?” Aragorn chuckles against your neck at your desperateness.

“Mmmhmm yeesss.” You moan out as Aragorn begins to suck and bite at your neck.

Boromir hummed, pleased with your response, as he put you down. Your pout at being away from Boromir did not last long as Aragorn and Legolas began to crowd you with their bodies.

Aragorns lips were quickly on your neck, kissing hungrily and desperately. With one hand on your hip, the other hand makes it’s way down your front and begins to play with your already soaking pussy.

While Aragorns fingers make you whimper and moan, and your legs beginning to shake, Legolas is busy paying your tits attention. The elves warm mouth work your nipple on one breast, while the other breast is in his skilful fingers and hands.

The pleasure your two companions give you makes your head begin to feel fuzzy and delighted. Your fingers weave through their hair as your moans become louder and you find yourself bucking into Aragorns hand.

Looking over to Boromir, you see he has stripped naked and is playing with his impressive length, looking hungrily all over your body. As he comes back over to you, both Aragorn and Legolas reluctantly break from your body. Your whine at the loss of contact soon turns into a moan as Boromir picks you up once again.

“You ready, darling?” Boromir asks as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Please, Boromir.” You moan desperately.

Your pleading drives the men to moan out, the sound being music to their ears.

As Boromir slowly enters you, perfectly stretching you out, your head falls back against the wooden door. Your eyes close and you let out a deep moan, a feeling of relief and pleasure washing over you.

You had been craving this moment, each one of these men, since the beginning of your journey. Now to have all three of them worshipping your body, felt like a wonderful dream.

“Oh, fuck! Ooohh Boromir!” You moan out as his thrusting speeds up, pushing you against the wood of the door.

With Aragorns previous teasing, you weren’t far from your release. The pleasure-filled pressure in your lower belly only felt tighter as Legolas’ nimble fingers began to work your clit.

“Cum for us, sweetheart. Finish all over Boromirs cock and Legolas’ fingers.” Aragorn whispered seductively into your ear, his warm and calloused hand squeezing at your breast.

“Ooohhh! Fuuck!” You shout out in pleasure, their delicious treatment of your body being too much as you fall apart for them.

Your pussy clenches around Boromirs cock, causing his head to drop against yours and his jaw to clench as his movements stopped.

“You did so well, darling.” Boromir smoothly encourages as he gently lets you down.

“But you didn’t finish.” You look up at him in your dazed state, reaching for his hand.

“You didn’t think it would just be Boromir who would have you, did you?” Legolas asks cheekily.

“Do you think you could handle all three of us at once, darling?” Aragorn asks, now standing behind you.

“Yes.” You simply moan out as you lean your back against Aragorns chest, his hands on your hips tightening their grip.

Working together, the three men get you on the ground, straddling Boromirs hips while Aragorn kneels behind you, and Legolas stands above you with his cock in hand. Lightly shuffling you around they gently push you forward, your face in Boromirs neck as both he and Aragorn line themselves up with your entrance.

“Just relax, darling, let us take care of you.” Boromir gently whispers in your ear, as both Aragorn and he slide inside you, filling you up perfectly.

A deep and desperate moan leaves your parted lips as both men fill you up more than you thought possible, feeling them in every inch of you and taking over your thoughts. They give you a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to move. The moan that leaves your lips is the most filthy sound you’ve ever made, quaking and groaning with pleasure as both men move in and out of you in tandem.

So lost in pleasure you’d forgotten about the elf above you.

“Sit up and ride us, darling. You’ve been so good for us.” Aragorn gently encourages.

Slowly raising from Boromirs neck, your eyes comes to Legolas’ length, making you moan even deeper. Once properly seated, you begin to bounce on both mens cocks, moaning out desperately as you look into Legolas’ eyes.

Gently Legolas takes the back of your head and leads your mouth to his cock.

“Be a good girl for me, darling.” Legolas encourages you gently as he pushes inside your eager mouth.

With one hand on Boromirs chest and the other wrapped around Legolas, you grind into both men as they thrust into you. Legolas moves his hips in and out as you suck on the head of his cock.

Boromir can’t help but look up at you in absolute awe as he watches you bounce and grind against him, your tits bouncing perfectly in his face. Reaching his hands up, he squeezes both of your tits, loving how they feel and look in his hands. His fingers twist at your sensitive nipples, causing even more pleasure to course through your already quaking body.

From behind you, Aragorn has a tight grip on your hips, reaching down to grab at your ass every now and then. He uses his grip on your hips as leverage to move your hips to his own pace, both of you moving with each others bodies, giving each other the pleasure you’ve both craved.

Legolas looks down at you like you are a beautiful vision. His mouth is open and brows furrowed as he looks down at you working his cock. Bringing his other hand to the back of your head, he can feel his release as he begins to thrust deeper into you.

Your hands move from his cock to his pale thighs as he begins to thrust into your open mouth, enjoying being used in such a way.

“You going to swallow all of Legolas’ release, y/n? You want to taste the sweet elf prince?” Aragorn asks as he can see his friend approaching his release.

Doing your best to nod, you await Legolas’ cum. Legolas lets out a groaning moan at your answer, his thrusts getting faster as his eyes close and his head falls back.

“Oh, y/n.” He moans out your name, mixed with some Sindarin words you don’t know as he finishes inside your mouth.

With a few more short thrusts, Legolas takes himself out of your mouth as you swallow all that he gives you.

“Such a beautiful woman.” Legolas whispers in awe at your blissed out face, as he gently wipes away the spit and cum from your face.

“You’re doing such a good job, darling. Lay on top of Boromir and let me cum all over your gorgeous ass.” Aragorn groans into your ear, his release approaching quickly.

Leaning forward onto Boromir, you begin to kiss and nip at his neck, earning more moans and groans from the man below you. Letting out a gasping moan as Aragorn pulls out of you, you soon feel his warm release land on your ass as he lets out a long groan and some words you assume are swear words in Sindarin.

“My turn, darling. Sit up for me.” Boromir growls in your ear as he begins to push his hips up to meet yours.

Following his instructions, you sit up and put your hands on his broad chest, as you begin to grind onto him. Looking up you see all three men staring at you, Aragorn and Legolas now half dressed. Deciding to put on a show for them, you bite your lip as you begin to bounce on top of him, your tits bouncing with you.

Boromirs grip on you tightens as all three men moan out at your little performance. Slowly Boromirs fingers begin to creep down from your hip and come to you clit, rubbing it with fast circles.

“Ooohh fuck! Boromir!” You moan loudly.

“That’s it, sweetheart, I’m so close. Cum with me, darling!” The man below you moans out as he begins to thrust harder into you.

It didn’t take long before both you and Boromir were moaning out and quaking in each others arms. After a few more thrusts from Boromir, you fall forward onto him, closing your eyes in bliss.

“Perhaps we should try to find the bathhouse.” Aragorn chuckled, looking down on you and Boromir.

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)