#thank goodness it was the paid hit man twist I thought and

[ayohockeycheck]

well i for one am glad it wasn’t that twist

[bruhstories]

Bet IV

p.1 here & p2. here & p.3 here & p.5 here & p.6 here

mandatory mdni because things will start to get heated up in the following chapters.

summary: you're starting to feel things for the man who hired you to take care of his cat. but he's only being nice. that's it and nothing more. pairing: hwang in-ho/the front man x civilian!reader warnings & content: age gap, afab!reader, slightly detailed descriptions of reader’s background for plot purposes, red text for in-ho, purple for reader, pre 33rd squid game, canon divergent, domestic violence (reader gets slapped by her uncle), veeeery slow burn, reader's dad is dead w/c: 2.1k

a/n: if you would like to be tagged for the next part, please check this post! thank you for reading! please remember that if you asked to be tagged but i can't find your age on your blog, you will NOT be tagged. there will be smut and people dying lol.

"Where were you last night?"

You sighed at your uncle's question, sick and tired of explaining the same thing over and over again. He woke up earlier than he should have, especially for a man who worked night shifts at a warehouse. He did it on purpose, just to have more reasons to pick on you, and you knew that all too well. You lived through that hell for the past ten years.

"I told you, I was cat sitting." 

"Cat sitting." He repeated with derision in his voice. "You need to get a real job."

"I have two real jobs." You reminded him, and it took all your willpower not to raise your voice at him.

"Where's the money, then? Huh?" Your uncle grabbed you by the wrist, twisting it backwards.

"I'm getting paid today!"

"How much?" 

"660,326!" You cried out as his fingernails dug deeper into your skin.

"I better see that money on my nightstand by tomorrow morning." He let go of your wrist. "Keep the change."

How generous, you thought, rubbing the crescent-shaped dents in your skin. At least he didn't hit you, but your small victory crumbled when he turned on his heels, smacking you with the plastic fly swatter in his hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

You didn't cry, not in front of him. Never in front of him. 

But when you stepped through the doors of Mr. Hwang's penthouse, the dam broke, and tears streamed down your cheeks. They burned when they touched the cracked, swollen skin, courtesy of your uncle, but you still smiled at the sight of Eunjoo.

Instead of waiting next to the water bowl, like she had done before, the cat jumped on the countertop, her paw gently touching your wrist, where the imprinted dents of his fingernails were still visible. You didn't know why, but Eunjoo's gesture made you cry harder, heavy tears falling onto her plate. 

"Good kitty." You sobbed, daring to pet her, and she allowed it, nuzzling your hand for the first time since you met her.

Without wasting a single moment, you took out your phone to take a selfie of you and Eunjoo, and sent it to In-ho, with the caption 'Making progress!' You thought he might be happy to see her slowly lower her guard and get attached to you.

Who hurt you?

Stupid. How could you be so stupid to send a selfie when your cheek was grazed and puffy? Of course Mr. Hwang would ask about it, he was a nice man, one whose kindness you didn’t think you deserved.

I accidentally walked into a lamppost! Silly, right?

Hoping that the lie would be convincing enough, you carried on with your tasks after eating with Eunjoo, and to your surprise, it worked. It fooled him, but you weren’t proud of yourself in the slightest. 

You need to be more careful next time. If anything happened to you, who would take care of Eunjoo until I return?

It shouldn't have hurt reading his reply, and yet your heart ached. What did you expect? You were an employee, he obviously wanted his cat to be safe, not you. And how could someone like him even care about someone you? You came from different worlds that could never intertwine.

I will.

No thank you, no sad face — you were bitter, even though, rationally, you had no reason to be. Besides, you lied to him in the first place. Maybe if you told him the truth, he would have sent a different reply. It didn't matter. In less than five days he would come back, pay you and never speak to you again. Just like all rich people did.

You cleaned the bathrooms that morning, scrubbing the bath tubs, the toilets, the sinks and the floors until your fingertips stung and your head pounded from the bleach fumes. The vibration of your phone startled you, and you wiped your hands to check the notification.

Have I upset you?

Okay, maybe he did care. Or maybe he was just very observant and noticed your monotonous reply.

Not at all, I just have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry that you worried about me, or that I seemed upset! You're right, I need to be more careful next time.

Please don't take this the wrong way, miss, but I've never met anyone who apologised for making me worry about them. You're quite special.

You did a double take when you read Mr. Hwang's reply, and a wave of remorse crushed your heart. The man was too nice for you to lie to him, but you didn't want him involved in your family affairs, either. There was a strong internal conflict within you, a battle between honesty and dishonesty, but for the time being, dishonesty won, no matter how disgraceful it was.

Choosing not to reply, as time was ticking and the Abduls would be waiting for you soon, you swiftly finished tidying up the bathrooms and put away all the cleaning products so Eunjoo couldn't get to them. With the automatic feeder full, fresh water in the bowl and litter boxes clean, you left.

In all fairness, you didn't know what to reply to his text. No one called you special before, except for that one guy you dated who only wanted to sleep with you, and unfortunately succeeded. It wasn't your proudest moment, but you moved on since then. You stared at the text, typing a reply, then deleting it, then typing again, and you did that for the duration of the entire bus ride back to Guryong Village. By the time you knocked on Ali's door, you still hadn't come up with a response.

What could you even say? Thank you? Likewise? I'm sorry I lied to you, my uncle slapped me with the fly swatter? No. In telling the truth, Mr. Hwang would pity you, perhaps even offer you more money, or food, or clothes, and you didn't want to be pitied. You wanted your hard work to be recognised, not to use your social status or depressing background as an excuse.

Mrs. Abdul couldn't feed you that day, and that was fine. They needed to prioritise themselves, since they didn't live any better than you. Luckily, you saved enough money to buy a kimbap roll for lunch and a bag of rice crackers for dinner and breakfast. Resourcefulness was, perhaps, your strongest point and the reason you survived for so long.

The theme park was packed with tourists and locals, gathering to watch the parade, and you took the time to entertain children and take pictures with them, always on your feet, always working. Back in the dressing room, you took the comically large mascot head off, sweat dripping down your face and neck. Summers were worse — there were body parts you didn't think could sweat.

"Excuse me, Y/N?"

You looked up from your seat to a man around your age, a coworker named Donghyun. He had worked there for a few months or so, but you barely spoke.

"Yes?" You smiled, resting your elbows on the mascot head in your lap.

"We're getting paid today, and a few of us are going for drinks after work. I was wondering if you would like to come." Donghyun avoided looking into your eyes, nervously pinching the soft fur of his own mascot.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I have another job I need to get to. Maybe another time."

"Yeah, another time." He nodded. "Hey, could I get your number?"

"Why would you want my number?" You laughed, immediately pursing your lips when Donghyun frowned. "Sorry, yeah, of course I'll give you my number!"

You were such a people pleaser, it was ridiculous, but he seemed to feel better after saving your number in his phone. And there was no harm in making new friends.

"I'll text you later." Donghyun nodded with a smile and left.

What a strange interaction, you thought. It wasn't unusual for men to like you — you were pretty, smart, funny — but you just weren't interested in any of them. In fact, it was their age and maturity that didn't appeal to you. They acted like prepubescent pricks, trying to impress anything with a vagina and a pretty face by being obnoxious and loud and downright irritating.

Older men were different. They had manners, they were respectful and caring. They knew how to dress, knew how to speak to women, kind of like Mr. Hwang.

Oh. 

God, you needed to forcibly remove that thought from your mind before it spiraled into something worse. In-ho probably wanted nothing to do with you — no, he definitely didn’t want anything to do with you. He was just a nice gentleman who happened to not be married. Maybe he had a girlfriend that didn't live with him. Or maybe he worked so much he couldn't afford a relationship. 

Maybe he murdered people.

You laughed at that ridiculous idea — no one in their right mind would do that, especially not Mr. Hwang. He had a cat, for God's sake. Murderers usually killed animals, surely he was just a normal man with a lot on his mind, a workaholic, or a hermit.

Walking into your boss' office, you received your pay and counted the money — 662,326. You got more than you should've, completely forgetting about the pay rise. Your uncle didn't need to know about that, and you took the extra 2,326 and hid it in a small pocket inside your backpack, along with other money you saved. Unbeknownst to him, you secretly opened a savings account in the hopes that one day you would be able to leave and rent your own place, but you only had 1,094,463.60 won, which was barely enough to cover the deposit.

One day. One day you would leave all that abuse behind and have a fresh start. But today was not that day. 

Back in Gangnam-gu, you entered the penthouse earlier than normal and dropped your bag on the floor next to your worn and torn boots. You were hoping they would last through winter because you really couldn't afford a new pair. Eunjoo ran to greet you for the first time, and your heart was filled with joy at the sight of the cat rubbing against your leg. She was growing on you, and you soon realised how much you'd miss her when Mr. Hwang returned. Perhaps he'd let you visit her. 

You turned the TV on and played some songs by ABBA, the sadness of the morning gone, replaced only by joy and optimism. Things would turn out well, you just knew it. You grabbed In-ho's black clothes and placed them in the washing machine, all the while dancing to the beat of Money, Money, Money. It was a song you related to, but you didn't want to find a wealthy man. You just wanted to have enough money to survive without your uncle.

"It's a rich man's world." You sang to Eunjoo, who wiggled her butt, playfully attacking your feet. 

"All the things I could do if I had a little money, kitty. I would get my own apartment, I would donate to orphanages and charities. Oh, don't look at me like that." You frowned when Eunjoo stared at you judgmentally. "I would! There are people out there who need help. But you know what I would get for me? A hotteok! Ah, I would kill for that cinnamony goodness."

You placed the food on the floor and opened the pack of rice crackers. 

"My dad got me a hotteok on my seventh birthday. It was the best birthday ever and- oh my God, I'm talking to a cat." Laughing at the sudden realisation, you shook your head in disbelief. "Well, you're probably my only friend anyway. You don't judge me. You don't care if I'm rich or poor. You just listen and eat. Oh!"

Good evening, Mr. Hwang! Could I ask what your favourite dish is?

You decided that would be your gift. Cooking wasn't your strongest skill, but you were confident in yourself. And who didn't want to come back to a hot home-made meal? Maybe he liked jajangmyeon, or jjigae, or something sweet, like chapssaltteok. The possibilities were endless.

Beef Wellington. Why?

Your heart sunk to your stomach. Beef fucking Wellington? How on Earth could you even afford all the ingredients? The tenderloin itself was probably over 65,000 won. But you were going to do it for him, regardless of what it cost. You felt that Mr. Hwang deserved it. 

I was hoping to cook it for you when you returned. I'll admit, I didn't think it would be such a... fancy dish, but I'm sure I can manage. 

Have you tried it before?

I'm afraid not. Is it good?

Exquisite. You'll have to stay and try it when I return, yes?

Chewing on your bottom lip, your heart skipped a beat at his request. You knew he was just being nice, but you couldn't stop the sudden burning desire to just obey. 

Yeah, I'll stay. 

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Return on Investment - Joe Velasco x Mike Duarte x Reader

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There's hate in your gaze, it’s the first thing that Joe notices. It’s fire and vitriol, blazing across your features as your eyes fixate on him. Your hands are restrained behind your back, cinched by a zip tie that bites into your skin. You fight the man that brings you to him, jerking and twisting as you try to wrench yourself free.

There’s a 100k in the hold all that Joe holds between his hands, enough to buy you and the rest of the girls that are being sold off. The traffickers hadn’t known what they were doing when they’d snatched you up, they didn’t know they’d taken an undercover officer.

“You want her?” McGuire asks him. “She’s got a lot of fight, good retail value for someone who likes that sort of thing.”

Joe cups your jaw, the leather of his glove feels like a caress against your skin as he looks into that vicious gaze of yours. His thumb strokes over the hollow of your cheek before he leans in closer.

“You’re very pretty.” He tells you.

He doesn’t expect you to spit in his face. His hand threads through your hair, his fingers gripping the strands as he jerks your head back. You hiss through your teeth as he uses his gloved fingertips to wipe the salvia from his cheek.

“Don’t do that again.” His voice has a dangerous lilt to it, one that promises bloodshed if you disobey him. He inclines his head towards McGuire. “You’re right, she’s spirited.”

“We have other buyers lined up if you’re not interested.” McGuire states shrugging his shoulders.

The thought of it nauseates Joe. The idea of another man’s hands on you, breaking you down, destroying you. He knows how it works, man after man until you’re used up and ruined.

“I’ll take her.” He tells the other man as he studies your features. He looks for a sign of recognition but there’s nothing there. You’re good, he thinks, Mike taught you well. Those years spent working undercover in Narcotics have served you well.  “I like them with a little fire, keeps things interesting.”

You snarl at him, and he grips your chin in his gloved hand, squeezing hard enough to leave finger-marks on your skin.

“Behave,” He hisses. “If you’re a good girl I may just keep you for myself. Disrespect me and you’ll find yourself in a brothel in the Bronx, earning back every cent I paid for you.”

Bronx…

He sees the flicker in your eyes when he says the safeword, the one that you, him and Mike use when things get a little intense. It had started one night in Mike’s apartment in the Bronx, the two of you had given him something he hadn’t even known he’s needed in his life. He’d never expected to fall in love with one person, let alone two. Now he can’t live without it.

The moment the word leaves his lips, all hell breaks loose. He hears the klunk of the flashbang as it hits the floor, the yells of NYPD erupting through the building. His arm wraps around your shoulders, guiding you behind one of the concrete pillars and out of harm’s ways as the sound of gunfire explodes through the air.

Joe shelters you from the chaos, his gun slipping into his hand like an old friend. He isn’t afraid to die, he’d give his life for you and Mike a thousand times over if he had to. Your ears are ringing by the time the gunfire stops. You see the flash of an NYPD vest over Joe’s shoulder.

“Mi amor, Mi vida.” Mike greets the both of you as he tucks his Glock back into the holster on his hip. “Thank God the two of you are alright.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[the-kr8tor]

Cowboy hobie request you say? How about we say yes. We both need a cowboy hobie with a new reader to the town/community and him helping them out 💳💥

Cowboy hobie also definitely has a fully black gorgeous horse

*squeals* cowboy! Hobie!!! Thank you for requesting 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), cowboy AU, Western AU, crush at first sight for the reader. FLUFF.

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The sun bares down on you, The air is thicker, humid, almost choking you whenever you step outside. Heavy luggages waits for you out in your new lawn, a good twelve feet away from your front door. Maybe you should've paid extra for the movers to help you.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you heave a bag in your arms, the contents clinking together as you lift it up. You could do with some help right about now.

“Need help?”

As if some sort of divine intervention, a deep voice asks behind you, an unmistakable whinny of a horse echoes out in the barren space. At first you thought it would be an outlaw after your stuff but the genuine concern in the stranger's voice fills you with ease.

Turning around, you're greeted by a large black stallion, its silver saddle glinting in the sun, the horse's coat shining like black pearls. Flicking your eyes upwards, you see a leather clad cowboy, his eyes hidden behind the brim of his cherry red ten-gallon hat. The smile on his face makes you want to take his offer.

“You got sand in your ears?” he continued, grimacing when his choice of wording was a bit too harsh for a stranger.

“D’you need my help?” he asks softer and kinder this time. Maybe he should go out more often, his social skills are shot like a bottle in a shooting range.

“I–” you look back at the numerous bags at your feet. “I don't know– I mean thank you but I can handle it.” Based on his accent, he's not from this side of the world, someone who wanted a fresh start, just like you.

You've got a good reason to be apprehensive, you're situated in the middle of nowhere, if this man is actually an outlaw then there's no one who would come to your rescue, with only the buffaloes as your witness. Despite his handsome smile, you see his six shooter strapped on his belt, the sight alone makes you nervous to accept his help.

“That's bare of bags.” With one swift movement, he gets off his horse, spurs clinking, boots thudding on the dusty ground. He takes off his hat to properly greet you.

Saying he's handsome is an understatement. His face is chiseled, a jaw that can cut a rock, irises as green as the grass and the finest jade. Silver piercings and studs add an edge to his handsome face. You can't believe you're ogling a stranger.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” he gestures around the empty space with your little farm situated in the middle of nothing but grass and dirt. “Name's Hobie, Hobie Brown”

Hobie, you test his name in your mind, repeating it so you could memorize it. “Mr. Brown, I–”

“Just Hobie's fine.” He chuckles, mindlessly twirling the hat in his gloved hands.

“Hobie, what exactly did you say about the neighborhood? Or the lack of it” you look around the field.

“I live down over there.” he points to the left, you follow it with your eyes, squinting, you see a black dot in the distance. You guess that's his house.

“That's incredibly far” you turn back towards him, fixing your hold on the bag.

“Ain't that far with my old boy,” he twists around, patting the horse on his snout. “Right, Velvet?” Velvet shoves Hobie lightly.

You smile as the horse snorts, his exhale hits Hobie right on his face. He pushes Velvet’s face away, the stallion nods like he's laughing after making fun of his rider in front of you.

“I swear this horse,” Hobie shakes his head with a smile. “So now you know me ma’am, may I help you with your bags?”

The bag almost falls from your arms when he calls you ma’am. “Oh you don't need to call me that,” the warmth in your cheeks isn't from the summer sun. “Just Y/N is fine.”

“Y/N” your name rolls off his tongue smoothly. Hobie grins, “I promise I don't bite. Velvet on the other hand.” Said horse whinnies like he's offended by what Hobie said.

“Alright, good sir.” You internally cringe, Hobie laughs, the sound sending butterflies in your stomach. “Y-you can help me with my bags as long as you stay after for some lemonade?” You take your chance with the handsome cowboy.

“Lemonde? I haven't had that in a while.” you think you've made a fool of yourself. “Sure, Let me have this then.” he takes your heavy bag from you, carrying it effortlessly. With his boot, he loops it around the strap of a bag on the floor, kicking it up in the air before catching it in his arm all suave.

Hobie has no idea the effect he has on you.

You're sweating like a sinner in church, blouse sticking to your skin like glue on paper. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him to stay after because you have no idea how to survive the day without melting whenever he smiles at you.

You get a whiff of leather and sandalwood as he passes by. He looks over his shoulder, “You comin'?”

“Y-yes” oh you know you're already smitten.

[pretty-blkgirl]

your blog is becoming my safe place so now i got another request 🥲❤️

may you do another black!reader x seungmin?

maybe the reader is wearing long box braids, and an attractive guy complements her hair and asks to touch it. seungmin witnesses the interaction and gets a lil jealous and possessive over the reader.

anyways, i love your writing! i hope you're doing well ~ 💞✨

Possessive

//black!fem reader x Seungmin//

Synopsis: Your husband gets jealous when someone flirts with you

Genre: angst, little suggestive

Warnings: reader is fem, swearing, suggestiveness at the end

A/N: Thank you @bbyseung for the request 🫶🏾 I appreciate you soooooooooo much

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“Relax your face” You giggle, looking down at you and your husband’s interlaced fingers.

“Why is he looking at you?” He asks, his face twisting up more into pure disgust

You shrug and follow Seungmin’s glare, making eye contact with an admittedly handsome man. Since you guys were at an event for JYPE, you assumed the guy was either an idol, dancer, or producer. Either way, you couldn’t care less as you turned your gaze back to your husband.

“Baby forget about him” you whisper into his ear. A defeated sigh escapes his lungs as he finally looks at you

“I’m sorry,” He says, “I just get jealous sometimes”

You smile, “It’s okay. Let’s go find the members”

You two stand from the small couch you were occupying, making the handsome stranger debate whether or not he should go talk to you.

The little devil on his shoulder must have won, because he made his way over to you and Seungmin before you two could even take the steps to walk off.

“Hello,” The man says, bowing at the two of you. Politely, you bow but take notice of how Seungmin keeps his body upright. You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was absolutely fuming at the boldness of the stranger.

“Excuse me if this is rude, but I wanted to let you know that your hair is gorgeous”

You grin, instinctively reaching a hand up to play with one of your braids. You had gotten them done the day before; 30-inch knotless box braids in the color 2b, medium-sized.

You were lucky your bestest friend in the whole wide world was a hairstylist because you only spent a little over $200 excluding the tip. She also made you buy her dinner, but that’s only because she bought lunch.

A less-than-gentle squeeze of your hand pulls you out of your thoughts, and you quietly reply, “Thank you! I appreciate that”

Seungmin, ever so possessive, decides to place himself in between you and the stranger. It was silly. Your annoyingly cute husband looked beyond pissed as the stranger paid no mind to him.

“And your dress” The man continued, “It’s really pretty as well”

“Thank you” Seungmin answers before you can, “I bought it for her. Picked it out and everything”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle a little (earning a quick glare from your husband).

“Oh, then you must have good taste,” The man says, still looking at you, “But you can’t take credit for how beautiful her face is, can you?”

….oh no

“Thank you for the compliments, but we really should be going” You rush to say before Seungmin can start talking back

“Forgive me, but I don’t think I could ever forget a woman like you. Can we meet again?”

Seungmin talks before you do this time, letting out a livid, “In your fucking dreams”

As if he could sense the tension, I.N comes out of seemingly nowhere and puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder

“Hyung, y/nnie, we’ve been looking for you two.” He says, his eyes darting between an angry Seungmin and smug looking stranger

“We were just about to come looking for you guys too! Honey, let’s go meet up with the members," you plead, tugging at Seungmin’s arm.

It takes both you and I.N. to drag him away, the stranger simply rolling his eyes and walking over to the next woman he sees.

Seungmin seethes, “Who the fuck is that?”

“The son of one of the shareholders, I think” I.N shrugs, “But it doesn’t matter. Forget about him”

“He hit on my fucking wife, right in front of me”

“And that was disgusting and disrespectful” You sigh, “But I don’t want anyone else but you. Please don’t let him ruin our night”

With a swift glance at you and I.N., followed by the growing voices of the members a few feet away, he decides to let his anger go.

However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t remind you of who you belong to later that night.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

RYEWID thought...like a year or two after the main story, Bradley smacks his head hard and everyone panics and nobody wants to be the one to call Pumpkin to tell her the her husband is a dumbass who wasn't paying attention and now he needs stitches. But the good news is it shakes lose a few memories. Like Pumpkin is PISSED and Bradley is like hey remember that vacation we went on? I really liked that ice cream from that place we should go visit. And everyone is like bro wtf?!?!? You're in the hospital moron 😭🤣

Nonny, I loved this ask so much. I absolutely love hearing RYEWID thoughts so thank you so much for sending it to me! I couldn't help myself and wrote a little blurb about this scenario. I really hope you like it!🧡

---- Warnings: language, head wounds, Bradley being clumsy and worrying his wife Word Count: 777 Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (Forgetful Boy x Pumpkin)

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It was the worst kind of deja vu. You were sitting at your desk in the middle of the afternoon when your phone rang, Jake’s name staring back at you. Your hand shook as you answered it. 

“Jake?” 

“Hey, dollface. So uh…there’s been a little bit of an accident.”

Anxiety clawed at you as he explained that Bradley had hit his head at work. He had just landed on the tarmac after a hop and had missed a step as he climbed out of his Super Hornet. He had tried to catch himself, but had hit the side of his head against the ladder and then the ground when he fell. 

“He’s fine,” Jake assured you, and you could practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, “he’s just a concussed dumbass who needs stitches.” 

Still, worst case scenarios sped through your mind the whole way to the hospital on base. By the time you made it through the emergency room doors, your heart was in your throat and you thought you were going to throw up. The nurse at the front desk took in your frazzled appearance and gave you a sympathetic look of her own as she handed you a visitor badge and Bradley’s room number. 

You practically sprinted down the hallway, tears stinging your eyes against your will. You barely registered the laughter filtering out of the partially open door before you burst through it. Your eyes immediately landed on Bradley where he sat on the edge of the bed, still in his flight suit, hand holding a red stained towel to his head. He looked dazed when he looked over, but a smile tugged at his lips when he met your eyes.  

“Hey, Pumpkin.” 

Relief rushed through you when he spoke the name. Several of your friends were crowded in the small room, but you paid them no mind as you rushed to your husband’s side, nearly tripping over Jake’s extended legs. 

“Are you okay?” you asked urgently. 

“I’m fine,” he assured, and with his free hand he tugged you between his dangling legs and wrapped his arm around your back in a loose hug. You’re mindful of the wound on his head as you accept the embrace gratefully. You kissed his cheek when you pulled away, before surveying every inch of his face. You stared into his eyes for a long moment, checking for any sign of confusion or lack of recognition. But it was your Bradley staring back at you, his dark gaze unfocused from the pain meds they had given him on his arrival, but him, nonetheless. You heaved out a long breath as some of the stress left you. Then your face twisted into a glare and you smacked his arm. 

“You almost gave me a heart attack! It hasn’t even been a year yet since the last time, Bradley! Jesus!” 

Someone snickered behind you but you’re too focused on the man sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s still smiling despite your ire. 

“What?” you demanded, “why are you smiling? This is not a smiling matter.” 

“I remembered something,” he said, and he looked so happy that you thought it must be something of significance to him. You wracked your brain thinking of what he still hadn’t remembered that could cause this excitement, but he kept going before you could ask. 

“You don’t drink Fireball because you threw up all over your date at a frat party in college after taking too many shots of it,” he announced loudly, smile stretching. Your eyes widened in alarm. “And seeing me play pool at the Hard Deck makes you horn-” 

You slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from continuing. Heat erupted under your skin as your friends laughed. You cleared your throat in embarrassment. 

“Let’s save these memories for when we’re alone, okay?” 

He looked completely unbothered and so damn proud of himself at the same time, like he always did when he remembered something. He kissed your palm, mumbling unintelligible words into your skin. You removed your hand so he could speak clearly. 

“What?”  

“Love you,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Some of the embarrassment, anger, and pure fear that you had been feeling faded away as a surge of love and fondness shot through you. You pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.” 

Right as the doctor walked into the room to stitch the cut, though, Bradley smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. The look he gave you was full of mischief. “You can definitely punish me for it later if you want. I know you like that, too.”

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Forgetful Boy Masterlist :: Forgotten Moments Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: This was very fun. I love them so so much🧡

Tagging some of my Forgetful Boy loyalists off the top of my head:

@mak-32 @roosterforme @greatszu @sometimesanalice @gretagerwigsmuse @laracrofted @wkndwlff @bellaireland1981 @teacupsandtopgun @je-suis-prest-rachel @na-ta-sh-aa @gigisimsonmars @crustyhoneybadger @notroosterbradshaw @lt-spork @ijustwantedplums @jynxmirage @imnotcreativeenoughforthisblog

[jungkookslipring]

The Perfect Day

Summary: everything goes your way and your day ends in the best way possible. That’s it. That’s the tweet. Enjoy!😁

Pairings: Mingi x Reader (w/ the rest of the boys towards the end)

Relationship: romantic 💘

Warning: swearing lol

You asked the universe countless times how you were blessed with the best boyfriend in the entire world. Your morning started off with a bouquet of flowers being dropped off at your front door, with a little card attached to it.

“Morning loves, treat yourself to a coffee this morning! I know you work at Starbucks but still! Love you!”

You opened up the card a little more and there was $10 attached to it. You were allowed one free coffee at your work, and some days you needed more than one so the simple gesture was enough for you to be energized for the day. You smelt the lovely flowers and put them in a vase. You went about your morning routine, picking out an outfit you didn’t mind smelling like coffee, and making yourself a quick breakfast before walking out the door. When you got to your car there was another note.

‘Fuck, did I park in someone else’s spot?’ You thought to yourself, double checking the parking spot number. You were in your own spot thank god but what was the note? You opened it up and started reading.

“Took your car to wash up and fill up the tank! Also took out the garbage! Love you!”

At what point and time did this man have the time to sneak into your apartment, take your keys, and make your car all pretty?? You smiled to yourself. He was a sneaky man. You got in your car, and he must’ve added a new air freshener somewhere cause it smelt like forest pine instead of coffee. When you got to work you were shocked at how slow it was. It ended up being a really slow day in general! You had one rush hour but the rush was 4 cars long and everyone wanted a refresher! No coffee! And they tipped well!! You spent most of your time doing inventory and restocking/refilling in the back. You had your playlist on shuffle and every favorite song of yours played one after the other. After 4 hours of puttering around your supervisor let you know you could go home early, and still be paid for the amount of hours you were supposed to work. It was too good to be true. When you clocked out there was yet ANOTHER note on your car. This mf.

“Hope you had a good shift! Wanted to come in but didn’t wanna interrupt your work flow! Talk to you later!”

You smiled and put the note in your purse. When you got home and walked into your bedroom, this FUCKING MAN left a note, a pair of earrings, a dress and a pair of shoes on your bed. You looked at the note and it read,

“I’ll pick you up at 6”

WHAT. THE. HELL. You loved loved loved spontaneous dates, but with their most recent comeback it’s been so hard to spend quality time together. You’d stay at their dorm and be fast asleep by the time they’d be home from music shows. It didn’t take too long to get ready, and by the time 5:59 hit, you heard the lock twist. You turned around when you were putting in the final earring. Mingi has stars in his eyes.

“Wow, wow wow wow,” he said, looking you up and down. You giggled, all of a sudden being super shy. He noticed immediately.

“Aww don’t get all shy on me kitten, look at you!” He said getting behind you, holding your shoulders and pointing you towards the mirror. He kissed your head as he ran his hands up and down your arms. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek.

“You ready?” He asked, kissing you one more time. You nodded as you returned the kiss. You took your hand and guided you toward the door. He opened the door for you and followed closely behind. When you got in the car he drove you to your favorite restaurant. He helped you out of the car before heading for the doors. The hostess lead you both to the rooftop, and when you opened the door you gasped. You were genuinely shocked at how beautiful the rooftop was, but you were even more shocked at the petals leading up to the small table in the middle, with fairy lights swirling around the table and chairs. When you two sat down they brought you complimentary champagne, and not even a minute later, the food you always order was put right in front of you.

“Mingi, this is amazing,” you say with so much awe. Today was a perfect day. He asked how your day was, and you filled him in on his lovely notes, and how work was easy, and everything was just going right. He then filled you in on his day given this was one of his days off. You talked and laughed and enjoyed the gorgeous night. The sun was finally setting and it eliminated the sky with oranges and pinks. You were a WHORE for sunset pics so you got up from your seat to go take a pic over the railing you didn’t hear Mingi behind you until you turned around and this tall ass mf was all of a sudden shorter than you. You threw a hand over your mouth as your eyes pretty much bulged out of your head. Mingi’s eyes twinkled. Was he about to cry?

“Mingi…” you whisper, not even knowing what to say. He gently grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Y/N…my love…my whole w-world…” he choked before pulling the ring out from his back pocket.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with so much hope in his voice. You nodded rapidly and before letting out a

“Of course I will.” He slid the ring on your finger before you bent down, cupping his face and giving him the biggest smooch of his life. Not a split second later 7 other crack beads busted through the door, screaming their lungs out. You looked up and saw Wooyoung Naruto running towards you, the other guys hot on his heels. He swooped you up as everyone cheered, smacking Mingi on the back. Wooyoung spun you around as you laughed to your heart’s content. Everyone admired the ring and gave you so many hugs, congratulating you both. Hongjoong showed off the pics he was taking secretly behind the window and everyone made fun of Yunho and Seonghwa for getting teary. Your best friends were your biggest support, and now you’ll get to be Y/N Song for the rest of your life.

[harmonyckrs]

Act 3, Scene 1 of Twisted Veronaville: Some New Opponents Arrive

THE LAST PAGE

Tank: Ow...huh? Where am I?...Buck? Are you okay?

Buck: Yeah, I'm fine!...did we get kidnapped?

Tank: Last thing I remember was us walking home...

???: Hello, Tank...and Buck. We are the Knights of Order, and we brought you here for a very important mission.

Tank: Huh? What-

???: We need you to find and kidnap your brother Ripp, and bring him to us...he's being used by two criminals who are trying to mess with everyone's fates...and then we're going to need you to break up a couple and set up another in order to restore normalcy to Veronaville.

Tank: Fates?...Veronaville?...huh?

???: Just do what we say! You seem to be good at that, anyway.

Buck: Tank, I don't like-

Tank: Sure. I'll do it.

Buck: What?

Tank: If it gets us both out of here, then I might as well.

Hamza: Good day, (sir/ma'am)! I was wondering if you've seen a man with dark skin about this tall? Unkempt hair that's slightly over his eyes and probably wearing a colorful shirt with a silver necklace and little silver earrings?

Bianca: Don't think so, sorry. Is there a reason you're asking?

Cyd: Nope. Why?

Kent: What's it to you?

Hamza: He's my brother. I've been looking for him for...forever. Have you seen him? I have a photo, if you'd like.

Kent: (Wait, that's Aktu! He didn't tell me that he had a brother, though!). I've never seen that man in my life.

Bianca: Still haven't, but I'll let you know if I see anything!

Cyd: Oh, he looks a lot like my ex. Haven't seen him since I moved here from Strangetown, though...

Hamza: Okay, thanks! I've got to go now, but maybe we'll talk again later!

Little did the Knights of Order know, their actions had summoned a unwanted man into the town of Veronaville - one that would be a threat to both sides of the Terrestrial family.

General Buzz: I told that man that he couldn't take my eldest son, and what does he do?...I'll make him-

Pascal: Buzz?

General Buzz: ...Vidcund? How did you escape my-oh, my bad. Pascal! You look different.

Pascal: (What did he mean by escaping?) Yes...I wanted to try a new look. What are you doing here in Veronaville, General Buzz?

General Buzz: Rescuing my son.

Pascal: (Son and not "sons," huh? Still the same as always.) Would you like my help? I've been getting familiar with the area of Veronaville, and I can help you track him down with my knowledge.

General Buzz: Well, you've always been the most respectable out of your siblings...sure. Why not?

Pascal: (I'll have to cancel that meeting with Aktu and Sita. This is far more important...) Wonderful! I'll take you back to my place.

Pascal: So yes, that's everything I know. How are you enjoying the food? I tried to follow one of the recipes Lazlo gave me.

General Buzz: It's pretty good. A bit of a sour taste, though.

Pascal: (That would be the poison.) That's a shame. I'll be sure to put in less lemon next time.

Pascal: I'm glad you're enjoying the food regardless, though. I've never seen anyone eat that quickly.

General Buzz: Haven't eaten in about eight hours.

Pascal: (The exact amount of time you have left before the poison takes your life.) I see...do you feel anything?

General Buzz: Huh?...well, I do feel a bit tired, but that's probably from the trip here. Why do you ask?

Pascal: Well...sometime before I came here, I visited Loki in jail to confront him about killing my baby. And there was something very interesting he told me...

Pascal: He said you were the one who gave Tycho to him.

General Buzz: Yeah, and?...I thought we were supposed to be allies. If this is the only reason you came to talk, I'm going to leave.

General Buzz: ...Why can't I move?

Pascal: Don't worry about that, Buzz. Remember when you paid off the police to do nothing about you speeding on the road while drunk and hitting Nervous and Ophelia?

General Buzz: Yeah, so? I'm the General! I practically run that town!

Pascal: No, you don't! Nobody in Strangetown likes you! Your own children don't even like you! You're a failure and a disgrace, on top of being a murderer and child kidnapper!

General Buzz: At least I have a child.

Pascal: ...Hmph.

General Buzz: Why are you dragging me outside now?

Pascal: It's a nice night. Thought you'd want to see the view of the stars before I bury you alive.

General Buzz: Revenge isn't going to bring back Tycho and Nervous.

Pascal: You're right. So since there's nothing that can bring them back, there's nothing that can save you.

General Buzz: They're...going to find out it's you...

Pascal: I covered all my tracks. I deliberately came here earlier than the other Knights of Order so that everyone would assume I went missing, and you came here in search for Tank. For all anyone knows, you went missing in search of him.

General Buzz: But...Vidcund...

Pascal: He has an alibi. He's in Strangetown, and don't think I didn't hear you when you asked me how I "escaped." You have him captive, don't you? If he's still there, then there's no way he could've traveled eight hours to Veronaville just to kill a man.

General Buzz: ...

Pascal: Now, before I pour dirt on your face, tell me where you're holding him.

General Buzz: ...Fuck...you.

Pascal: Fine. Then tell Olive I say hi when you see her in Hell.

While General Buzz dies a slow and painful death six feet under, the patriarchs of the Capp and Monty were about to be alerted of their grandsons' actions.

Romeo: Nonno! Nonno! I just saw something horrible!

Patrizio: Ah, lemme guess...monster under the bed.

Romeo: No! I'm not a baby anymore, Nonno! Mercutio was kissing a...a...

Romeo: (He kept my secret for me...but I can't do this! Those Capps are evil! And he's going against the very own advice he gave me! This is for his own good!)

Romeo: A Capp! And Tybalt of all of them!

Patrizio: (HE'S GAY?) WHAT? No child living under my roof will be a...a...

Patrizio: A Capp lover!

Patrizio: Consort must be up to his old tricks again...

Consort: Tybalt, may I speak to you?

Tybalt: Yes, Grandfather?

Consort: Patrizio told me that Romeo told him that you were kissing Mercutio.

Tybalt: Why does it matter to you? Hermia gets to bring her boyfriend over, but I can't?

Consort: Hermia is a GIRL. And Puck isn't a MONTY. There is a difference, Tybalt, and I thought you of all people would know that. You already saw what happened with Kent.

Tybalt: ...

Consort: It's alright. I'll let you remain in the house, on one condition.

Tybalt: Which is?

Consort: Once you are to turn eighteen, I'll be setting you up in an arranged marriage.

THE NEXT DAY

[theadventurerslog]

Sam & Max Hit the Road | Part 4

The Adventurer's Log

In which smooth progress is made and wow that feels good. After last time's mess upon mess it was time to start with exploring the Mystery Vortex and after that a chance with a Star.

It got weird pretty much immediately. The characters would shrink and grow as I moved around. Random stuff around, different sized doors, a wacky mirror, floating objects, the works.

I briefly checked out the mirror and got sucked into a cave with giant magnets.

I wanted to explore the main floor first though, so I didn't stick around.

The different doors: any time I got near one I'd be the wrong size to enter--either too big for tiny doors, or too small for big doors. There was an open route I could take though that took me too...

That's right: the gift shop! You can't have a tourist trap without a gift shop, right? Sorry, an upside down gift shop.

I found they'd had a Bigfoot here too, but he'd disappeared too. Quite the trend here. I did get more Bigfoot hair though.

With that taken care of I went back to the magnet room and found three and they each had a lever. Turning one on made it glow with a colour. There was red, blue and yellow and the colours could be mixed. I tried some and poked back out to see if anything changed in the place or outside where I parked the car. Nothing, but then it hit me that each of the doors were a different colour. I tried lighting the red one and sure enough I was able to enter the red door without being warped into the wrong size.

Most of the doors just had a silly fun comment, so of course worth doing, but the white door was my answer and I found Shuv-Oohl at last.

He and Bruno go way back apparently and he said he always felt a special kinship with Bigfoots.

Now, here is where all my bumbling before actually helped as I had solved a couple things ahead of time. Shuv-Oohl did some psychic mojo and saw Frog Rock, a place between Mount Badrich and the World's Largest Stump. As I'd already fixed the binoculars I knew those locations already.

However, he claimed he couldn't concentrate as well anymore since losing his mood ring. Aha!

Straight up telling me he lost it in the biggest ball of twine. In all caps. Just rubbing salt in the wound. I found it all on my own thank you kindly. I mean, accidentally as I wasn't looking for it specifically, but still! It saved me a back and forth trip anyway.

In return for the mood ring he told me to spread the hair of three bigfoots over Frog Rock then to sprinkle some mole man powder over that and gave me some said powder. I don't want to know what that is.

Yay for prematurely solving things! I took off after doing another check around hoping like hell I wasn't missing anything again, and headed straight back to the Ball of Twine (again) and with the repaired binoculars quickly found Frog Rock.

It was a very disappointingly normal looking boulder. I feel Sam and Max's disappointment too. Max wanted his money back. No money paid, but it's the principle of the thing.

I did as instructed and things got weird.

The stars came out... rather pretty really!

It did not make the rock look any more like a frog.

And then a UFO showed up as one does, and another moleman popped out and sucked up the bigfoot offerings.

All the stars whooshed around to converge into a mysteeeerious message:

"Go to Bumpusville". It sure does mean something, Max.

It means a new location on the map!

Off to Bumpusville! It's as tacky as it sounds!

There wasn't too much outside, but there was a wishing well that had a couple gags.

I finished the game! ...or not. Fine, Sam, fine. I also got a wish to read Max's thoughts.

It was most enlightening.

Inside the mansion was even worse. Tacky at its tackiest. I can't quite do what happens here justice, both silly and twisted and some things are better experienced yourself. So, hey get the game! Anyway:

Off to a great start with both a cardboard cutout of Bumpus that when examined has a recorded welcome message that also warns you not to touch anything. Then of course there's the giant Bumpus paining in the middle of the wall to greet you when you walk in. Delightful.

Some choice records:

Such as "Two-Fisted, Beer-Drinkin', Gun-Totin', Hard-Lovin' Fast-Drivin', Country Western Liverpudlian." or "Broken-Hearted Roadkill on the Highway of Romance." And such. There's also a cleaning robot that goes to different parts of the mansion.

The fun don't stop there. In further exploring I found paintings and trophies and the guy does like his taxidermy... I looked at a portrait of John Muir. Max wondered who that was and the, well the taxidermied animal heads were happy to oblige at least in Max's world; Sam remained oblivious.

Nothing like some dead animals to sing/recite a poem to educate you! I'm glad this game is voice acted. I want to be clear I mean that genuinely. It just got better from here.

Anyway, naturally, I took the portrait. Then carried on to Conroy's recording studio area. I, well, I got treated to a one song show.

And I found Trixie and Bruno imprisoned to be his accompaniment here while getting zapped because he's terrible. In more ways than one.

I can't find a clip for just this part but I can link to the song for your listening pleasure.

I wish I had recorded a clip myself but obviously I didn't know it was coming and then I was too preoccupied with what just happened to think of reloading a save. Anyhoo...enjoy? I certainly did. I love a performance in a game, even terrible ones.

With his oh so hard act of being a country western star with a menagerie of the odd finished he took off, a laser trip wire went up and there was a place to use a key to disarm it. Obviously I tripped the wire. His henchman came and threw us out.

Being a game where you can't hit a dead-end I waltzed back in and continued the exploration. I found said henchman, Lee Harvey, and a virtual reality contraption that he used for security and his own fun it seemed.

I didn't have much to do here yet, but clearly needed a way to get Lee Harvey out so I could use the VR.

I had one room left that was clearly Bumpus' room. There was a monster truck bed with an escalator taking you to the mattress because tacky. There was also Conrad's toupee that on trying to take it got me thrown out again. I did a bit of hemming and hawing. I figured I'd need some way to distract Lee Harvey so I could use the VR and from there profit. I thought maybe I could set some kind of trap in Bumpus' room. So I searched around there again for anything useful and found the manual for the cleaning droid in the top bookshelf and just needed to get it down. The golf ball retriever and hand combo came in handy.

Sam did some education. Max took an I'm sure needed nap that had nothing to do with the book getting dropped on him whatsoever, nope. He's fine.

And then I was able to do some maintenance on the droid and rewire it to clean the studio room. Of course there was an easter egg as well.

"Help me Sam and Max, you're my only hope!"

It wouldn't be a LucasArts game without a Star Wars reference somewhere in there, would it?

Thanks to the droids reprogramming it went off to the studio and tripped the laser causing Lee Harvey to go see what was going on and freeing me to check out that VR headset.

I got to fight and win against a dragon and like any good game enemy it had loot and dropped a key for the security device. We don't question how a key in virtual reality carries over the to the real world. Just take the win. Lee Harvey came back and we skedaddled. Nothing to see here.

I was able to get that trip wire disabled and free Bruno and Trixie at last!

Sam was feeling conflicted about taking them back to the circus. Max...didn't care and was ready to go. However, it was all irrelevant as Bruno and Trixie were not willing to go. They were already running late to a party at Evelyn Morrison's Savage Jungle Inn. New location again!

Off they went and off we went. Savage Jungle Inn time.

I went inside to find the lobby, a sasquatch bouncer and Evelyn Morrison herself, B-movie star.

I found out from her that Bumpus had been here but she'd had him ejected some hours previously for harassing her guests. I suddenly like her more. She also gave me some travel brochures that opened two more locations.

I couldn't get into the party area. Only sasquatches and their dates are allowed in.

I tried using the stiltwalker's costume thinking I could at least get the height of a bigfoot and got laughed at.

He may not be impressed but I'm guessing I'm on the right track and that I just need to spruce this costume up. For now I figured it was time to go.

I headed back out to a full-looking map!

So I have dinosaur and vegetable places next. Given the fullness of the map I suspect I'm nearing the end here. Though how long everything will take in those locations and where else I may have to return to is the big question.

One more post? Two more posts? Will I get hopelessly stuck again due to simply not seeing a thing again? Will Conrad Bumpus come cause more trouble for me and the Bigfoots? The latter seems a certainty. Exciting times to come!

[sunnyscripts]

[Laboratory door opening]

(Rambling) Good morning! Is it morning? I didn’t really sleep- I’ve made so much progress and done so much since you clocked out yesterday. I’ve got a new plan to harass the scientists in Antarctica, and the man-eating roses are coming along so nicely. Come, I want to show you this batch I made that’s budding in your favorite color.

What’s got your safety goggles all in a twist? Is the shade off, because these will probably lighten in color as they bloom and then they’ll be right.

Oh, yes! That’s one of the other updates I wanted to give you. Spot was just so active and hyperactive last night; I think she had a case of the zoomies, you know? So I let her off the leash, so to speak, and let her wreak a little havoc downtown. After all, how can I say no to that snarling, spitting, tentacled cutie? She brought us back a bike as a gift; isn’t she just a darling?

Hmm, I believe she scratched up a skyscraper or two, dug up a park and some trees. She went to the bathroom on a purse-snatcher which just tickles me pink because that means her training is going well.

Ahh, yes, that’s right, she did use the suspension bridge as a swing, and it didn’t hold. I’ve been telling the government and heroes council for years that tax money should be going into public infrastructure, and I hate to have to tell them “I told you so” when I crash the next town hall.

[Laugh] I know, that’s bullshit. I love shoving their failures in their face; I’ll record it for posterity. Why are you so grumpy then? You hated that rickety thing and called it an eyesore.

I thought your date was at seven? You live way outside of downtown, and I let Spot out to play right about then.

It sounds to me that if he had been on time, this would have been avoided, and he wouldn’t have tragically fallen off the bridge into the river.

That’s one of the things I like about you, always so punctual. You’re one of a kind.

I’m not trying to make you less mad with compliments because I don’t know why you’re mad at me! How was I supposed to know your date would be late? All I was concerned with was our beloved Spot here stretching her legs and being happy. Look at that face. Could you have said no to it?

Besides, isn’t this the same man who kept trying to get you to listen to his podcast?

Then didn’t this all work out for the best? You should be thanking me even! Here, I’ll start for you.

“Wow, you’re the best boss ever on top of being the most dastardly villain to ever plague the earth. I love being paid to fulfill your vision and do evil by your side and would totally kiss you if I had the chance.” Now you try.

I know you don’t mean that~ I still have that Best Boss Ever mug you gave me for my birthday, so I’m practically quoting you verbatim.

You would never.

(Playfully defensive) This was an accident, a coincidence! You wouldn’t break my heart over happenstance, would you?

Another unfortunate coincidence- I had no way of knowing the restaurant I set on fire was where your high school sweetheart worked. All I knew was that they gave me food poisoning and really disgusting appletinis.

Another coincidence that is nowhere near my fault, even less than the other ones! How was I supposed to know your blind date was a superhero? You didn’t know either! Also, if I hadn’t blown up the Temple of Fortitude, it would have been another villain, so blaming me specifically is so unfair.

That- now that time was self-defense! I didn’t vaporize that woman the other day because she hit on you, I vaporized her because she was a cop who had a gun pointed at me… which was scary by the way, and you didn’t even comfort me when she shot me.

Just because I can bend the rules of life and death doesn’t mean it wasn’t scary! The Resurrection Machine hurts like a bitch!

I know you don’t mean that either; you’ll always put me in the chamber in time for a thunderstorm. After all, who will sign your paychecks and genetically engineer pig-sized fire-breathing dragons for your birthday gift?

[Laugh] Oh, so that’ll convince you to keep me around and not my sparkling wit, my excellent company? Ouch.

I know you’re joking, don’t you worry. I’ve never thought for a second that working with villains had made you one. You’re still so sweetly soft-hearted even when you’re frustrated.

(Sympathetic) Yeah, I know, I get it. I hear dating can be rough these days with apps, hook-up culture, work-life balance, all that, and I can imagine how it must feel to jump through all of those hoops and still feel lonely at the end of it. That must be really hard, and I’m sorry you feel that way.

No, I’m not looking for anyone myself; I’ve got everything I need right here.

[Laugh] (Light) Well, I can’t wait for the day you love your job as much as I do mine. I know it’ll happen just as I know you’ll find the one. You just have to be patient a little longer. You can’t rush this sort of thing, not when it’s so imperative to find someone that’s worthy of you, as difficult as that may be.

Of course I mean that. Do I lie, especially to you? I may terrorize, immolate, and murder, but do I lie?

(Tender) Then believe me when I say that the right person will come along, the one who will sweep you off your feet, and you shouldn’t settle for anything less until then.

You are stunning, intelligent, and a ray of sunshine everywhere you go, especially in this dreary lab. You are the best assistant and, dare I say, friend I could ever ask for, and I think you deserve the world.

(Playful) Now, how can someone possibly give you that when my plans succeed and the world is ours? They’ll simply have to be more creative.

(Serious) That won’t be possible; once something is mine, it’s mine. (Light) Except for the parts of the world I will give you, of course, my lovely assistant.

Of course, you think I want to rule at the top by myself? That would be too lonely. You will get a whole continent, two even. I know you’ve always dreamed of giving the Aboriginal people of Australia back their land, and soon you’ll be able to.

You told me about it when you had too many hard ciders at our last Happy Hour. You also told me the only thing you’d ask in return is a few acres of land and as many emus as you can handle. Your younger self was very affected by reading about The Emu Wars, I gathered.

You don’t have to justify it. Like I said, you are one of a kind, unique and sweet and empathetic to the smallest of creatures. I’ve always loved this about you and will help however I can.

[Hug] Are we good then? Are you done being mad at me?

You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s so unfortunate your date last night didn’t work out, and that must have been really frustrating. I’m just happy I could support you and help you feel better.

Good. You know what else might help raise your spirits?

The dragons are hungry and haven’t been fed yet. I held off because I know how much you love to be the one to do it.

I agree, they’re happier when you do it anyway. I have some whole chickens defrosting in the kitchen if you’d like to grab those and feed them before we start work today.

[Laboratory door opening, optional dragon noises] (Manipulative, cold) Yes, yes, I know you’re not really hungry after last night’s meal, but our friend knows your schedule too well and would be so worried if you didn’t at least nibble. We don’t want to worry them, do we?

That’s right, attaboys. That’s the spirit- a few more little accidents and secret meals for you both, and they’ll get the hint. I’ll get to have them all to myself, and you two will be right by our side on a cozy ranch in the Outback. Doesn’t that sound nice and worth gorging yourself stuffed on an Andrew Tate wannabe every so often?

Good. Keep it up.

[Laboratory door opening] (Warm, effusive) There you are, let me give you a hand; those have got to still be cold.

Of course. Now, after this, could you take a look at those flowers I was telling you about? They’re already carnivorous, but I think we could really maximize their damage potential by making them produce toxic pollen.

Then why don’t we take an early break and try out that brunch place around the corner? My treat.

Performances:

[alycosworld]

Tainted

Scaramouche X Reader

WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault

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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).

I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.

Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.

That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.

You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.

Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.

You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.

Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.

"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.

"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"

"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.

"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.

He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.

The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.

But he didn't.

You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

"Scar, I--"

"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.

"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"

"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?

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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.

"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."

You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.

Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.

"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.

"Let me talk to them."

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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.

"What?" Scaramouche asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.

"But we have to--"

"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.

As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.

"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.

"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"

"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.

"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.

"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.

"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.

"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.

"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.

"You sure? Because I still--"

"I'm sure." He said simply.

"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.

"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.

"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.

"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.

"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.

"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.

He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.

Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.

And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.

Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.

"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.

"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.

You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.

"Thank you, Scar."

[starryeyedfroggy]

⭐️To See the Stars in Your Eyes ⭐️

Disclaimer: I don’t own Twisted Wonderland, Disney, or any references that are from Disney films.

(A/N Hoping to manifest my baby’s birthday card with this 🥺)

Scenario: Reader takes Jamil somewhere special for his birthday

You were determined to make Jamil’s birthday special. You wanted to make him light up the same he did when he danced. You wanted to see that genuine smile on his face. That soft breathtaking smile—Okay, okay you had to focus if you wanted to get anything done for Jamil.

Once you had forced yourself out of your daydreams of Jamil, you put together a plan. It took days of research and field work, but it was worth it. Your plan was finally coming to fruition today.

As a lover of celebrations, it was no surprise that Kalim threw a party in Jamil’s name for his special day. While Jamil did enjoy the attention he received (even if he didn’t want to admit it), parties weren’t really his thing. Having to micromanage huge scale parties all his life made him lose a bit of his excitement for parties. The novelty of it had waned off. What he had really wanted was a moment of peace. But, the day was practically over, so what else was he to do? His birthday celebration had come to an end and it was time to go back to the humdrum of life…or so he thought.

One moment Jamil was walking back to his room to rest for tomorrow and the next, he was being dragged by the Ramshackle perfect through the mirror portal, claiming that they had a surprise for him.

The two of you ran through the hallways of Night Raven College. You passed through the lecture hall, the cafeteria, and the classrooms. You had zipped through the courtyards and soon, were out the main gates of the school.

Having enough of this confusion, Jamil demands, “Where exactly are you taking me?!”

Instead of a proper response, Jamil hears a “Do you trust me?” Those were words he had often heard from Kalim. Words that had always promised crazy shenanigans from the wealthy heir. But, he had no reference point of what those words meant coming from you. You were good to him, but he hadn’t known you for that long.

“Do you trust me?” you ask again. Jamil had always wondered if such words should really be directed at him. Somehow it had always felt like those words were for someone else, someone not like him. Perhaps, a princess or some sort of noble. But, both you and Kalim had never cared for such things. In fact, if he were so bold to claim, he would say that you always treated him like royalty. You were always complimenting him, giving him small random gifts, and offering help him whenever you could. Maybe, it was a ploy, but he couldn’t help wanting to believe it was real. To trust you was something he wanted to do.

So, softly and shyly, he finally says, “Yes.”

You beam at his words and now, Jamil finds himself in the wildest taxi ride he’s ever been on. No wonder, you only paid this “Mr.Tod” 2 madols for the ride! The toad-man could not drive to save his life.

There were crazy turns and he almost hit a house! When the taxi went downhill, the three of you were flying up in the air for a good minute or so. Somehow he had felt more safe being a thousand of miles up in the air on the magic carpet than with Mr. Tod driving this vehicle.

By the time you two had arrived at your “destination”, Jamil suddenly found himself empathizing with Azul's fear of flying in their PE lessons. But, you had simply smiled and thanked Mr.Tod for the ride. “You can always count me, kiddos!” the toad-man cheerily said before driving off to who knows where.

One thing Jamil could credit Mr. Tod for was his speed in driving. He hadn’t realized it then, but Mr.Tod had managed to get you two down the mountains and into the center of the town in less than 5 minutes. (Though, Jamil had an inkling that man had had to have broken a couple of driving rules with his speed.)

There before you two was the lighthouse of the town. Jamil had only passed by it in his 2 years on this island, but looking at it now, Jamil could see why the lighthouse was the town’s pride and joy. It was a beautiful tall pillar of light that looked over the town and its river systems.

“Want to look inside? The town chief lent me the keys,” you asked him, jingling the keys in front of him. Jamil had always known that the townspeople were generous, but he didn’t realize that they were THAT generous. Perhaps, a certain crow fae could take a page from their book.

But, he was curious about what was inside, so he allowed you to lead him in.

The end of the spiral stairway brought you two to a single wooden floor room. In its center was the light of the town. A large window at the end of the room gave a bird’s eye view of the whole town. It was late when Jamil’s party had ended, so by now warm rays of the sunset were pouring in from the window. It was a sight to see. Jamil could see the small houses from below, its people getting ready for the night, and the vast blue of sea that surrounded the island. But ahead, Jamil could see the towers of RSA. He hated that school, but its buildings were nice enough to not be an eyesore.

He had a view of something like this back in the Asim Mansion, but this was different here. This wasn’t his home. He wasn’t known as a servant here, but as a student of NRC. It was different. It was good.

He heard some light shuffling behind him and turned to find you sat on top of some blankets surrounded by numerous paper cranes.

“Ah, is that the legend about the 1,000 paper cranes?” he asks.

Awkwardly laughing, you answer, “Yeah, I want your wish to be granted. I’m like 20 cranes off, so please bear with me.”

Jamil had thought of sentiment as rather sweet. They were like the wishing stars in the starsending event, but with more effort. Personally, he wasn’t sure if these things really worked. But in the off chance that they did, Jamil was willing to take all wishes available to him. After all, the genie granted wishes. Jamil sits down on the floor with you and grabs a few of the colored pieces of paper that you had. “Let me help, my little genie.”

“Ehh, but that ruins the purpose!!!” you whine, a bit flustered from the pet name.

“The legend never said that only one person had to make all 1,000 cranes.” You relent and the two of you start making the last of the paper cranes.

The room is silent except for the soft sounds of paper being folded. It is peaceful. Jamil finds your presence quite comforting. You pass him pieces of paper from time to time and for brief moments your fingers meet. The touch is warm and ecstatic.

Soon, the two of you were done and the room was filled with more various types of paper cranes. There were red ones, yellow ones, blues ones, green ones, black ones, pink ones—all sorts of colors. There were also ones with patterns. Paper cranes with balloon designs, snake designs, geometric designs, heart designs, you name it.

“How long have you been making these?” he asks. There was no way you folded 980 cranes that quickly.

“For a while now. I’ve just been making them whatever chance I got. I’ve been working on them way before I found out I wanted to bring you here.”

“You wanted my wish to come true that badly…”

“Yeah…”

You both had to look away from each other. Both, too flustered to face each other.

You awkwardly cough and pull out this small box from a corner in the room. “I brought some snacks in case we got hungry. There was a festival going on in town a few days ago, so there were some sales going on.”

You open it to reveal a couple of mooncakes and some almond cookies. “I figured with all the food at the party, we wouldn’t be too hungry, so I didn’t really get too much.”

Food was a good distraction for the tenseness between you two. There were always these strange moments between the two of you. Jamil really couldn't put a finger on what it meant, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

After eating for awhile, you speak again. “So, are you enjoying yourself so far? The main event was the stars, but they’re not really here yet. I hope I’m not boring you.”

With some thought, Jamil says, “…I like being here with you. It's a nice change of pace from the school. It’s calming to say the least.”

“I’m glad. I didn’t really get to talk to you a lot today because of the party. I was hoping to make it up here,” you say as you lie down on the blankets.

Jamil follows suit and the two of you look up at the ceiling. “I like talking with you too,” he admits. The two of you spent the rest of time talking about sorts of things. Schoolwork, classmates, upcoming events, random shows, and any funny stories.

Finally, it is dark and stars have come out. The light of the lighthouse is a bit blinding, but it makes it easier to see the sight around you two. Everything is so vast. The dark ocean and dark skies blend together as one. The stars and the lights from the homes still up, sparkle in between that darkness. It was beautiful.

Today was Jamil’s birthday, but that didn’t mean that days after wouldn’t be special. There would always be pretty sights to see every other day. There would always be someone special to share these days with. Jamil smiled. He had gotten what he wanted for his birthday.

As you drank in the sight of Jamil being basked in light of the town and his eyes filled with awe in wonder at the night sky before him, you whispered,

“Happy birthday, Jamil.”

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(A/N I hope you guys liked this. And to answer any lingering questions, yes, Mr. Tod is based off Disney’s Mr. Toad.)

[sangyeonsofthours]

COLLEGE STUDENT!SANGYEON

pairing: sangyeon x female reader warnings: this is just some dumb to lovers really.... and an attempt at comedy i guess... wc:  4.9k n/a: bullet points into the life of college student sangyeon! hope you enjoy it  ♡  plus, it’s barelly proof read so… will you forgive me for any mistakes? thank you (♡ﾟ▽ﾟ♡) now lets gooooo

so, our boy here is majoring in music at korea national university of arts

and he’s part of the dance club, after all the boy’s got talent (pun intended)

sangyeon is just that kind of laid back guy, who's super chill and has everyone wrapped around his little finger, really

he’s clever and responsible, always ready to help anyone who's in need, super good at leading

he's always the one with all the good ideas and also the one who's pretty good to put said ideas into work

oh, and he's absurdly handsome, has the most cute eye smile and is adorably clumsy (which adds soooo many points to his attractiveness)

he’s also known around the campus as a great music producer and songwriter

and he sings (like an angel, i might say) so he loves recording covers

and even some really good original tracks of his own

also he likes to play basketball in his free time

and to add to this enormous pile of the absolutely dreamy man he is

he has his own radio show

it's a calm show that he hosts at soft early hours of the dawn

it’s called sangsang night and he hosts it at thursday nights 

how did he manage to have his own radio? well since everyone loves him and he’s just a whole model of student of course the council gave him permission to use one of their empty rooms at the university's radio and tv building

they even offered some help with the equipment but most of it was paid by sangyeon himself (did I mention he works at a record store?)

sangsang night is like his relaxing time

it's when he's going to free his mind from his worries and play soft meaningful playlists he created 

he likes sharing songs with people, absolutely loves to talk about it too

always makes sure to read the messages his listeners leave for him and likes to have this super sweet period of his broadcast in which he'll give advices to the listeners who calls him

all that makes him kinda popular around the campus, you know? people know about him and both girls and boys have a crush on him

but he’s a shy guy when it comes to dating and hitting on people

so that's why you barely see him with someone that aren't his guy friends

(and also bc the boy barely has the time to get himself a girlfriend let's be honest, who tf manages to do so much stuff AND has a girlfriend?????) 

but let’s get to the day you and our musician prince crossed paths

so you’re new in college, you just got transferred from some art school

and despite the fact you're majoring in film, tv & multimedia, you share your history of art classes with kevin (the cute canadian guy from visual arts)

you soon click with him, pairing up to work on some projects

that’s how you end up visiting kevin’s dorm planning to get ahead with your assignments

it's all okay while you both are sat down on his living room floor, some books scattered around you and a soft playlist playing in the background

you were told previously that he had two roommates, but it wouldn't be a problem since they're chill so working at his dorm would be okay

but it's exactly when you drag your gaze from the sheets you've been scribbling on that you see him

i mean, you see sangyeon

and your tired brain makes you babble out the most stupid thing you could say in a moment like this

‘oh my god kevin i think i'm seeing an angel’

well we all can agree that a semi naked sangyeon with only a towel around his waist, wet hair and some droplets of water still gracing his overly worked abs may look like (a kinda twisted up definition, i might add, of) an angel

but you could've held that thought to yourself, right? 

you’re sure you could

but you didn’t

and kevin snorted so hard he swears he felt his nasal cavities move out of place

and poor sangyeon blushes so hard

he just wanted to get something from the fridge before getting back to his room

but kevin didn't say anything about having someone over and that's why he's standing at the corner of the hallway where it meets the living room

half naked and feeling like if a hole swallowed him he wouldn't mind it at all

and before the weight of your stupidity can fall over your shoulders sangyeon burst in a serie of apologies bowing many times before leaving to hide in his room

that’s how your first eventiful meeting went

pretty awkward right?

after that you tried your hardest to avoid going to kevin’s dorm, too afraid to meet sangyeon again

what if he thought you were a perve? or worse!!!! what if he hated you? after all you were some weirdo who basically lusted after his almost naked self at his own home

but kevin always said it was okay, that sangyeon was too nice to hold a grudge against you bc of something so dumb and (in his personally opinion) funny

but the thing is

as the time passed, even with all the avoiding thing going on from your part

you couldn’t help but… feel something about sangyeon

i mean, it was already mentioned that everyone would have a crush on him

of course it was just about time for you to fall in the trap of lee sangyeon

and like some kind of secret admirer you’d admire him from afar, listen religiously to sangsang night, but still avoid the hell out of him in any other situation

for god’s sake you’d stalk his instagram profile without even following it

pathetic

all that behind kevin’s back, of course

you’re sure he’d do something dumb if he knew about your slight crush on mr. perfect

not out of evil, but out of KINDNESS to be honest

kevin could sound too much like a jokester every time he had the chance, but he was a sweetheart

so he'd never let you pin after his friend without trying to help you actually to get to said friend

so that’s why you keep your crush as a top fbi secret

and it goes like this

until an eventful afternoon comes to you like… like an unruly horse… and it kind of runs you over

there’s this huge special extracurricular thing going on in your campus 

like, it’s a fair, there's workshops, conferences, special lectures, for every nerd who really likes it or for the desperate students who really need a push up into their extracurricular activities (since it’s almost the end of the semester and summer is right around the corner)

you’re on the nerd side

so is sangyeon, of course

AND

there’s this soundtrack workshop that you’re super excited to attend since it’s not just going to add extracurricular points to your grades

but because the work you’ll be making is going to feature a REAL short film

like this short film will be featured in movie theaters around the country!!!

and so you are basically bouncing up and down all the way to the building where the said workshop is

and it’s all going super smoothly… normal even (important topic: things going normal around you is pretty atypical since you’re always making a fool of yourself)

you just arrived the conference room for the first meeting of the workshop

and fortunately it's not so full of people, there's around 20 chairs around the room and still there’s some empty, waiting to be taken

and you’re just sitting there, quiet, waiting for it to start, enjoying the soft buzz of people making small conversation and the view of the few people that are still arriving the room

and that’s it

that’s when sangyeon enters the room in all his freaking glory

he looks so good!!!!

he just got a new haircut and he looks fresh and READY FOR SUMMERTIME

ITS SOOOOOOO YUMMY YUMMY (ok i'm losing my shit thinking about short haired sangyeon from thrill ride era)

and he’s wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans and black converse while holding onto his backpack and that famous college jacket from the basketball team

it couldn’t be more cliche

but still

he’s like the troy bolton from east high (like, he's perfect even when doing nothing extraordinary)

and you just don’t know what to do

i mean

wtf does that mean that you're bound to spend the next 4 hours with him

not literally with him bc there’s other people with you but

you’d be in his presence and WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU’VE BEEN DREADING IT SINCE THE INCIDENT™

and in a second you’re looking around thinking about ways to LEAVE the room as soon as possible without being noticed

but it seems like your body is working in a slow motion mode and your legs just won't MOVE

and when you least expect sangyeon is right by your side

he casually drops his bag on the floor and sits right. by. your. side.

“hey” he greets you with a bright smile

 and you just don’t understand how can he be so unbothered by you

“you’re kevin's friend, y/n, right?” he asks

and not a single word can leave your mouth bc you feel like FREAKING CHOKING

so you just nod your head like those weird dog ornaments that bob their head when you tap them

“it’s nice to see you again” he says and the smile never leaves his pretty full lips

you want a hole to swallow you right now HE’S TALKING TO YOU SO CASUALLY

but there’s is a buzz on your ear and you can feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment

you’re probably looking like a tomato

or like you’re about to THROW UP or maybe even PASS OUT

(neither one is good btw)

but you’re saved by the bell, when the head of the workshop start talking, gathering your attention

she’s giving some orientations but you can’t really get your mind to focus on her voice

how could sangyeon act so unfazed????

maybe kevin was right!!!! sangyeon doesn’t really care about the incident™

so you take a deep breath and try your best to listen to your leader who’s now saying she’ll divide the group so you all can work on pairs

and not just that

she has already chosen the pairs based on the previous subscription you guys made for the workshop

and even tho some butterflies dare to dance around on your stomach and something inside you wishes you’re paired up with sangyeon

your wise side tell yourself you shouldn't wish for that bc right now you have a real great chance to make a fool of yourself in front of him

A G A I N

but we all know that this story is going downhill wildly right into cliches right?

so of course you were paired up with sangyeon

well sangyeon is a music major while you’re a film, tv & multimedia major

and both of you have great grades and extracurricular credits

you’re like the best duo in the room

and sangyeon seem to be happy about being paired up with you bc he just whispered a small “yay” while giving you that beautiful smile where his eyes almost disappear forming two half moons in his face

he’s fucking adorable

your chest HURTS you want to pounce on him 

the head leader of the movie is walking around the room giving everyone their assignments while you just wait for your turn to receive your instructions

so something in you mind snaps

if sangyeon is okay with being around you, you can’t make the situation awkward

so you smile back at him and he seems very satisfied to see that you're okay with his presence too

the few hours you spent together went as smooth as it could go

you and sangyeon didn’t talk much about things other than what concerned to the work you should do

but by the time you arrived your dorm you accepted you should be true to yourself

and admit (on your own head) that you’d be lying if you said you weren't super happy for what just happened and were just as excited for the next day

(oh did i mention it was a three day duration workshop? well… now i did teeheee)

you already thought sangyen looked like the epitome of beauty when he arrived that room in a plain white t shirt and ordinary jeans

but the next day when you arrive the studio you’d be both working on together

you almost excuse yourself so you can go hyperventilate on the hallway

(ok y/n you need to stop being so exasperated about sangyeon GIRL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PLS)

he’s wearing a light blue button down shirt and specs AND HE’S ETHEREAL

“oh, hello, y/n” he smiles at you, getting up from the chair he was sitting

“h-hey” YOU’RE STUTTERING WTF

sangyeon gives you the heads up to what you should be doing by this second day of the workshop, since the head leader had showed up by earlier to give the him instructions

you notice that sangyeon’s easy and carefree manners make you feel really comfortable around him

and you enjoy everything about it

his sweet voice and musk perfume are super enjoyable

and he does really takes your ideas and abilities into consideration

his knowledge complements yours and if you’re right, by the end of this workshop, your work together will be BRILLIANT

and you don’t know that BUT

sangyeon kind of has a crush on you too 

he’s too dumb to notice that you have the fattest crush on him, so he thinks that your weird mannerism is out of embarassement bc of the incident™

and he thinks it’s adorable bc he doesn’t even care about that anymore, really

he just treats you well and try to be the gentleman we all know he already is

so you just enjoy eachothers company bc you have only this afternoon to do it

since the next (and last) day of workshop will be the short movie premiere

even tho you’re kinda sad it’s going to end soon you’re happier that you had the chance to spend such a nice time with sangyeon

sooooooooooooooo

the next day the premiere is incredible

the team made an incredible job at cutting and editing the scenes and audios for de short movie

and after the premiere everyone is so happy so the lead header and the director and some part of the cast invite all of you to go out to eat something

and of course you won’t let the opportunity to be with sangyeon just a little more just pass

both of you jump at the chance tbh

and you make sure to sit side by side by the table of this really nice place where the team decide to go

and even tho everyone is talking excitedly

it seems like you and sangyeon are on your own little world

everyone can see that

(i can even hear our fellow Greg Wuliger’s voice saying “Dude, you are so in there!”)

and when people start to leave, you and Sangyeon can’t help but feel some kind of awkward flusteredness

neither of you want to leave bc it means that it is really the end of your time together

you are too dumb, you know?

you could just ask for a phone number…….. maybe ask one another on a D A T E

but all you manage to do is bow and mumble a ‘see you around’

such a boner killer moment wtf

and tbh neither you or sangyeon can stop thinking about the other for the rest of the weekend

or the next week

and kevin can feel that there’s something happening to you when all you can do when you’re around him is sigh and look into distance with the look of a lost puppy on your eyes

and for the first time you open up to him about your crush on sangyeon and about the workshop and the good time you had with his friend

and this noisy bitch just yells a I FUCKING KNEW IT right in the middle of the library

and you’re like ?????

and he tells you that sangyeon told him that you were working together in the short movie, but he choose to be silent about it, bc he knew you were too sensitive about the incident™ 

and he also didn’t feel like intruding on your business, since you and sangyeon finally were having a moment…

but he didnt think you’d be dumb enough to leave your short interaction to DIE at the END OF THE WORKSHOP

he SIGHS

KEVIN SIGHS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU BC HE’S TIRED REALLY

why are you like this?????

but he can also see you’re really sad rn 

so he take matters into his hand and that night he strikes a conversation with his roomate when they’re having lunch together 

“sooooo… hyung…. what about y/n?”

“what about her, kevin?” and sangyeon seems curious about the question

and kevin just shrugged off, telling that he had a conversation with you about the movie of the workshop and suddenly remembered they worked together at it

and for a second sangyeon seems really disappointed

AND KEVIN JUST TAKE THE HINT YOU KNOW

HE SEES IT

HE HAS THE CLEAR VISION OF HOW MUCH HIS FRIENDS ARE DUMBASSES

it’s clear that sangyeon likes you too (or at least has an interest into you)

he doesn’t really understand why for god's sake you both just didn’t trade numbers just to text each other or even asked one another on a date

but he knows that sangyeon’s kind of a fool when it comes to it

and you’re stupid

so

he has an idea

“hyung, do you think it would be okay if we threw a party to celebrate the end of the semester?”

“hm, i'm not against it tbh”

“ok nice, what about next friday night? i think everyone's finals ends like tomorrow”

“right! who are you inviting?”

“well, the boys, some people from my classes… you can invite whoever you want, right? i'll talk to Jacob later”

“ok then”

and it’s cliche

again

kevin’s plan consist into putting you, sangyeon and a bit of alcohol into the same room

and he’s sure you’ll end up confessing (or the other way around

but sangyeon doesn’t drink too much and he can handle it pretty well

so he’ll count on your part

AND FRIDAY NIGHT COMES RUNNING AROUND THE CORNER AND YOU’RE DYING FOR IT BC IT’S THE FIRST TIME YOU’LL BE SEEING SANGYEON IN TWO WEEKS SINCE THE LAST DAY OF THE WORKSHOP

so you want to look REEEAALLY pretty, but you don’t wanna look like you’re trying too hard, you know?

just in case he doesn’t like you back… you want to spare yourself the SHAME…

so you go for some high waist black skinny jeans, a cute crop top and nice sneakers

the makeup is light, just to highlight your features. but you take extra care to the lip gloss

you want to make your lips look kissable aghjqweçqwelks

and there you go

when you arrive at the boys appartement you take a deep breath before ringing the bell

and you’re greeted by jacob and a slightly too drunk changmin (who’s attached to a weird chucky doll)

you’ve met some of kevin’s friends before, so the two of them are no strangers to you

you greet them with a smile and lean closer to ask for kevin

the music playing is loud enough to make you need to be closer to them to communicate

jacob nods to the kitchen direction and you just go

and you meet your friend, who’s not drunk, but is already too excited for someone who's totally sober

you stay around, sipping from some sweet drinks kevin and other two boys (chanhee and younghoon, you learned) prepared for you

it’s all fun and games and for some time you even forgot that sangyeon was probably at this party too 

kevin, on the other hand, keeps an eye around, ready to strike some moves just to try and make you and sangyeon interact…

well, at least for the first half hour

later he gets too cheerful and crazy, so he leaves you to go to the dance floor (actually their living room where the couch is put away and you can’t see the coffee table anywhere near)

and you’re okay with that really

you’ll just stay here chilling and enjoying the view

but when you finally land your eyes on sangyeon, something churns inside you

there’s a huge grin on his face while he talks to some girls

he’s talking, gesticulating with his hands, his eyebrows are raised and there’s a smile on his lips

and he’s having fun while telling whatever story he’s saying

gosh he looks so good wearing all black and a fucking LEATHER JACKET!!!

that should be illegal to look so good 

that genre of sangyeon should be illegal

sangyeon himself should be illegal tbh

the girls around him burst in a fit of giggles

the blond one who’s right beside him is touching his arms

batting her long eyelashes at him, tucking her pretty luscious hair behind her ear…… she’s shameless flirting!!!!

and you’re like 🚩🚩🚩🚩 oh 🚩🚩🚩🚩

you have no right to feel jealous about him, y/n, so stop right there

no hating on other girls for doing what you do not have the courage to do

you try giving yourself a pep talk

but you do feel a bit disappointed

even if it is crystal clear that sangyeon is THE CAMPUS OFFICIAL CRUSH

so you just take a deep breath and try and hold the ugly feelings to yourself

you shouldn’t let something like this just screw up your night

you came to have a good time!!! come on, it’s the first friday night of summer break! you aced on your finals!

it’s time to celebrate, not to cry over a boy you just have a tiny crush on

so you stay around the kitchen, preparing some weird drinks with a boy named juyeon

and after two younger boys (our dear sunric!!!!!) approached you, the four of you started some questionable drinking games

where you had to guess things about each other, if you guess wrong, you should take a shot

you’re not sure if you’re drunk by the time, but everytime sunwoo and eric called you NOONA (you don’t even know where this kind of treatment came from, you just got to meet them) you found it really freaking cute

time goes by quickly and you guys are immersed on your little game

but as soon as you notice your tipsiness is getting out of hand, you oblige yourself and the three boys in front of you to stop drinking

and a few minutes later you already feel better, just drinking only some apple juice

yes, apple juice… and it tastes disgusting, you just can’t stop staring at it on the cup thinking there’s going to pop out some weird alien from it at any second

when suddenly

“oh, hey there” at the sound of the familiar voice, you can’t help but look up with an oversized smile

you swear you see some weird motion by your side, as if eric was going to pounce on sangyeon, but juyeon and sunwoo kinda held him back

(later that night you got to know that he was really going to jump on sangyeon cause he wanted to hug and shower his hyung with love, but the other two FELT in the air that there was some unfinished business between you and sangyeon soooooo)

“don’t you guys wanna dance? let 's go dancing! bye y/n, bye hyung” juyeon says while dragging eric with him

“it was nice playing with you, noona” sunwoo speeds off the kitchen with an exasperated wave

“right, see you later” you say

and sangyeon giggles at the situation, before getting closer to you

“so you’ve been here for a while?” sangyeon asks

“oh, yes, for a bit, probably” you don’t know how to answer tbh cause you know your drunk blushy cheeks reveal everything even tho where you’re standing the light is slight dim

out there the music is still blasting and you’re feeling hot in anticipation cause sangyeon is looking at you so intensely

“it’s nice seeing you again, y/n”

you stare at sangyeon and he seems so sincere…

“i’m glad to see you too, yeon” you manage to confess

and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just some rush of adrenalin, but the only thing running through your mind the entire night is how attractive sangyeon looks

and in his presence seems to be so much stronger bc you can smell his perfume

IT’S INSANE HOW YOUR MIND IS SPINNING JUST BC OF A GUY

(oh but he’s THE guy, so we understand you, y/n, don't worry)

and you can’t stop yourself from staring

you look into sangyeon’s eyes, and his strong cheekbones, his tall nose AND HIS FULL LIPS THAT LOOK SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO KISSABLE

you're going to die here i’m being serious

but your mind is such a trap

and out of nowhere flashes of that pretty girl who was flirting with him earlier comes to your mind

and your smile falter in your face

now your mind is so full of doubts and insecurity

“Y/N?” he says your name and something snaps inside you

im telling you, no one knows what was it that spurred you into some action

(it was the alcohol lmao)

but before you can second guess yourself, your hands are already cupping sangyeon’s face, putting him down to your height, to press your lips firmly against his

YOU GO GIRRRLLLLLLL GET YOUR MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

you don’t even know what you meant for that to be

just a peck?

you Do nOt kNoW

neither do i

but you’re so MAD RIGHT NOW

you can’t focus in other thing than how much you WANT SANGYEON

YOU WANT HIM TO TAKE YOU ON DATES

AND YOU WANT TO KISS HIM

YOU WANT TO SPEND AFTERNOONS WITH HIM AGAIN

AND YOU WANT HIM TO BE AWAY FROM PRETTY BLOND GIRLS BC THE ONLY GIRL YOU WANT HIM TO THINK ABOUT IS YOOOOUUUU

(omg that was cheesy im painfully sorry)

but his breath is hot against your lips

he smells like some boyish musk perfume and tastes like mango flavored vodka

even tho you just caught him on surprise, sangyeon do not waste a second and kiss you back

both of you end up throwing all caution through the window (i mean, for a couple of idiots who were stepping on eggs around each other,,,,, a kiss on a party on a kitchen with other people around is kinda BOLD)

you’re freaking kissing sangyeon

(in my mind right now there’s an audience screaming and cheering up for this scene)

you’re really kissing him the way you’ve dreamt so many times for the past months

it’s kinda sloppy, it’s not thaaat great because LET’S BE HONEST you are both drunk

but you try your best to make it special

so you curl your hands around the nape of his neck and lace your fingers through his soft hair

and sangyeon’s hands go straight to your waist 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

he grips tightly at your skin and pulls you closer while he himself is melting against you

TF BRO AN HOUR AGO YOU WERE HOLDING YOURSELF FROM CRYING CAUSE YOU SAW A GIRL FLIRTING WITH HIM AND NOW YOU’RE MAKING OUT WITH HIM IN HIS KITCHEN

you’re completely absorbed on eachother

AND KEVIN IS LAUGHING MALEFICLY AT THE CORNER OF THE PARTY BC HIS PLAN WORKED OUT 

when you break the kiss, your hands stay wrapped around his neck and his hands stay firmly on your waist

you’re both out of breath and your foreheads are pressed together

and there’s this dumb little grin plastered across your face even tho YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW

WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?

but before you can let the panic control you

one of sangyeon’s hands comes up to touch your face softly

he kinda needed a moment to think too, you know?

and when your eyes meet his, you see adoration in it

“would you like to go out sometime?” he whispers

o mG F I N A L L Y HE ASKED YOU OUT (it’s easier now, right, you just did the hard part of KISSING HIM FIRST but okay we’ll let that slide bc he’s cute when he’s shy)

and you answer with an “of course”

and that’s how you both just turned into the “It Couple” of the campus

even tho some girls (and guys too humpf) get really jealous of you

sangyeon only has eyes for you

and he even dedicate some of his playlist at sangsang night just for you

and even tho some people think that being taken would make sangyeon less popular

it didn’t!!!!

it just made him a lot wiser about relationships

and now he offered some advices about dating and this kind of sentimental stuff

oh, and you’re always at sangyeon’s apartment now 

and kevin is really happy bc you’re good company to have around

its all really cute bro

-

n/a: would you guys like it if i did part 2? i was thinking about making something more focused on radio dj!sangyeon… feel free to hit my askbox if you wanna say something, alright? thanks for reading until here ♡

[collecting-stories]

Hey Stephen - Steve Harrington

Request: Hi, can I please have a ride based on Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift with Steve Harrington where the reader is Dustin's sister and Dustin's watching his sister crush on his best friend like "this is disgusting, but adorable"? @thecaptaingingersnap 

A/N: Sorry this took so long...I was kinda sick last week and struggled to get on. 

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Your infatuation started long before your little brother somehow managed to become friends with one of Hawkin’s High school’s most popular students. It was probably around the time you sprained your ankle during gym class and Steve Harrington volunteered to take you to the nurse’s office so you could get iced up and call your mom.  

There in the nurse’s office, as he held a pack of ice to your ankle, you were positive, was exactly when the crush began. It lasted through girlfriends that he had, the few times that Carol and Tommy had set their sights on you during a class and Steve had rushed an apology as the bell rung and he followed them out, and now, his friendship with your brother. You weren’t even really sure how Steve had become friends with Dustin, or why for that matter, but you couldn’t help being a little thankful. Sure, most of the time when you knew he would be stopping by you were doing your best not to embarrass yourself but at least you got to see him right? Got to really actually talk to him.  

“You’re such a creep, you know that?” Dustin teased, standing in the kitchen doorway as he ate the pizza lunchable he had just constructed and watched you try to look natural as you glanced out the window for any sign of Steve’s car.

“I’m not a creep Dustin.” You insisted, “I’m waiting for our ride, like people do.”  

“Yeah, except normal people don’t stand at the window like they’re an axe murderer waiting for a victim.” He replied. He was all dressed up for the winter dance that you had somehow been roped into chaperoning. You knew Nancy would be there and, while you weren’t always the best of friends, she was nice and you could at least talk to her. Steve would be there, apparently, and he’d offered to drive you and Dustin there too.  

A dance for middle schoolers shouldn’t make you this anxious but you couldn’t help it. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement and nerves all at the same time.  

“I don’t wanna be late!” You snapped, turning to glare at him. You’d been ready for the last two hours, picking at your hair and dress, trying on three different pairs of shoes, reapplying mascara and lipstick, practically shaking. You wanted to look good, but for what? So Steve might, maybe, notice you? And not just as Dustin’s sister or that girl who couldn’t manage to run the mile in seventh grade but as an actual person who he maybe could like.

“Okay, okay, take a chill pill, god. You’re negative attitude is gonna deflate my hair.”

“I’ll deflate your hair if you don’t stop bothering me Dustin!”  

With your back turned to the window, headlights turned into your driveway and a horn echoed in the car port. Dustin smiled, mouthing a “showtime” as he tossed his trash in the bin and headed for the front door. You followed, grabbing your purse and trying to catch one last glimpse of your appearance in the mirror.  

“You look fine.” Dustin promised, grabbing your arm and dragging you out the front door. He didn’t wanna be late, especially not because of you and your weird Steve Harrington hang up. Will told him it was the same as him liking Max or Stacey but Dustin was unwilling to believe that explanation. It was just weird, his sister having a crush on his friend.  

“Hey Hendersons, ready to party?” Steve joked, leaning over the middle console to pop the passenger side door for you. Dustin climbed in the back seat and smiled, his reflection catching in the rearview mirror.

“I was born ready.” He replied, enthusiastically. “She was born with one leg up in the air.”

“It was the Olympics that year,” you shrugged, smacking your brother when he leaned between the seats, “I was getting a head start on gymnastics.”

Steve laughed as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever told him, “that’s great.”

“So, are you excited about going to your sixth grade winter formal all over again?” You asked, twisting a little in your seat to focus on Steve as he drove.  

In the backseat, Dustin rolled his eyes.  

“I was gonna wear the same tux but, ya know, I got taller.” He joked.  

“I thought your hair just got higher.” Dustin teased and you couldn’t help laughing.  

“Ha ha you’re so funny.” Steve replied, “hey, smack your brother for me?”

You obliged, leaning over the seat to hit him. As you leaned passed the center console, you held the edge of Steve’s seat for stability, your arm brushing against his and your hair falling into his line of vision for a moment, curly strands tickling his cheek. He turned his head when the car stopped for a red light, watching you as you laughed at Dustin and pulled yourself away from him, falling back into your seat.  

Tommy and Carol always said you had a hopeless crush on Steve but he was always a little too preoccupied by the girls who were more vocal about their feelings. He remembered when Nancy first started flirting with him at a party. He’d felt a little “on top of the world” every time someone paid attention to him. Steve honestly couldn’t remember a time when you were throwing yourself at him though. You were always friendly, and he’d seen more of you this year as he found himself hanging out with Dustin in an unironic way, but he’d never really thought of you liking him. Even when Tommy and Carol first said it, he just brushed it off.  

“So, Henderson, you excited?” He asked, trying to get back some of that junior year cool he’d had.  

You raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to yourself, clarifying that it was you that he was talking to. When he nodded, you shrugged, “I guess.” You smiled at him as the light turned green, “I got a hot date after all.”

“What?”

“She promised Will she’d dance with him at least once.” Dustin replied. Out of all his friends, Will was your favorite. Much nicer than Lucas and Mike, not so self-centered.  

“Oh man, I can’t compete with that.” Steve laughed, “save me a dance though, will you?”

“I’ll try to pencil you in.” You replied, even as you felt your face get hot, flushed with the suggestion that the two of you might actually share a dance. You definitely shouldn’t be this excited about a dance for sixth graders.  

Dustin made an exaggerated gagging noise from the backseat, “disgusting, you guys are disgusting.” He stated, trying to keep the smile at bay. Disgusting maybe, but kind of adorable, though he definitely wouldn’t tell you that.  

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨5

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) threats, implied and mild violence

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: So between Friday and Saturday I’ll be doing eight hours a day for @buckyownsmylife​‘s writeathon (like 12-8pm EST) but you can send an ask at any time. I will share a list of what I intend to work on and possible ideas later today if you wanna ask some questions or gab about whatever. After the last few days on tumblr and that nonsense, I think we need a little carelessness.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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You walked and walked until you could no more. You stopped in front of another humongous set of gates and ordered an Uber. You waited in the dark in the shadow of the wall and a car slowed as it approached. You waved as the model and plate matched the app and got in. The driver remarked on the odd pick-up but you just shrugged and dialed.

You’d called your mom several times and she hadn’t picked up. It was almost eleven then so you gave up as her voicemail beeped once again. You dropped your head back against the seat and held your head. Everything was fucked.

You couldn’t believe it. Clark making the offer, Marcus trying to barter with him. It was all so fucked up. Five years. Five years! You never thought Marcus to be that type, shallow and greedy. Sure, he griped about money but you always made due and you thought if you had each other, it would be enough for him. But it wasn’t and he was ready to trade you to a stranger for a check.

You felt nauseous and crossed your arms over your stomach as you hunched over. You felt like crying but you knew you couldn’t. You had to get what you needed and get out. You weren’t going to stick around to argue with either of those assholes. This was the last time you were going to let your hope be crushed.

How much time had you wasted? On both of them.

You got out in front of your building and finalised the tip for the driver. You felt worse that you were going to leave your work in that cretin’s house. That he thought he could just buy you like he did the canvas. It was all just a ploy to get in your pants. And the way he said it, “I’ll fuck her either way.” Like you would fall into his arms agog and smitten.

You rushed up the stairs as your eyes began to well and you sniffled as you unlocked your apartment door. You wanted badly to trash the large monitor sitting above Marcus’ glowing tower. You wanted to shred all his clothes and take a hammer to everything he owned.

You didn’t. You grabbed your laptop from your desk and swept into the bedroom. You pulled your floral duffel from under the bed and loaded it with your laptop, tablet, and a pile of clothes. You tossed the zip-up pouch with your passport and other important documents on top and hauled it over your shoulder. He could keep the rest of it. You didn’t care if it ended up in the dumpster.

You checked the time as you closed the apartment door and headed down the hallway. It was after midnight. You wondered if they noticed you were gone. You didn’t care. You were sending every penny back to Clark, even if you had to dip into your savings; those years of squirreling away in hopes of buying a home with the love of your life.

That was what you thought he was. You just couldn’t understand how he could be so easily won over by overpriced cars and the ridiculously overdone mansion. You came out onto the street and stopped.

Where could you go? There wasn’t a bus out of town until the morning. You could get a hotel room for the night and head to your mom’s then. God, you felt rotten at the thought of showing up at her doorstep, another failure on your shoulders. You swore to her the last time you talked that you were finally getting your feet under you.

Why were you so stupid?

You dried your cheeks with the back of your hand and adjusted the strap of the heavy bag and turned down the sidewalk. There was a Days Inn not far from your place. They might have a vacancy.

You didn’t make it two steps before you heard the car door. You tried to ignore the man as you were eager to be anywhere but out in the city streets after dark. It was too late to react as the passenger door opened and the dark figure blocked your path. The driver came up behind you and you cried out as you were seized from both sides.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you shrieked, “let go of me.”

“Shut up,” the driver said as he covered your mouth and the other man took your bag.

You murmured into his palm and kicked out with your heel, barely missing the passenger with the sharp tip. He opened the back door and threw your bag inside. He turned back and grabbed your legs as you thrashed and both men struggled to angle you in after the duffle.

You pushed your chin above the man’s hand and gasped, “please, what--”

“Shh,” you were finally forced past the door and it slammed behind you, nearly catching your skirt.

You sat up and pulled on the door handle but it didn’t budge. You couldn’t pull up the locks and your fingers just slid down the switches. Even the windows wouldn’t roll down.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” you kicked the door desperately, “please--”

“Hurry up,” the passenger growled, “don’t wanna keep the boss waiting.”

“Hey! I’m talking to you--”

“And you better stop,” the driver pulled out a gun and turned to point it at you, “close those sweet little lips and be a good girl. We got a far way to go, doll.”

You swallowed and pushed yourself back against the vinyl seat. The driver turned forward and shoved the keys in the slot as the other bent around the console and reached to snatch your clutch from you. He wrestled with you for a moment then ripped it away. He took out your phone and waved it triumphantly as the car began to move.

“Please, what--”

“Don’t make me tell you to shut up again,” the driver warned as he focused on the road, “god damn maniac got me out in the middle of the night with this shit.”

“It’ll be a good cut,” the other man said, “can’t complain about a late night if I’m getting paid.”

“The boss? Who--”

“Fuck, you ever know when to shut up?” The passenger turned to glare at you, “you’re really not doing yourself any favours so please.”

He looked forward again and flipped on the radio. He turned the dial so you were deafened by the raucous tones of hair metal. You cradled your ears and huffed as you fell back against the seat. The street lights flashed down on the seat beside you as you passed and you shook your head.

This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. But the question still remained; who exactly was Clark Kent?

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You screamed as the man dragged you out of the car. The other came around to grab your other arm as you swiped out with your nails. Your ankles bent under you as you tried to stop yourself on the mosaic stonework. The large mansion loomed over you in the dark, still night. The party was over and all the cars were gone.

You writhed as they forced you through the front door and you tried futilely to shake off the larger men. Your chest hammered with panic and you leaned back as you were dragged up the stairs. You grunted as you wriggled and hissed at how they twisted your arms back and held them firmly.

“Please, please, just let me go--”

“Well, doll, we’ve come this far,” the driver snickered, “you really think you can get out now?”

“I don’t-- who are you? Why are you doing this?”

You were dragged towards the pair of pale doors that stood open as they offered a peek of the studio within. The amber glow of a lamp washed over shadows and limned the lines of the overturned easel as you were taken inside. You whined as the men stopped just past the doors.

Clark sat in the same chair he sat in for your sessions. He smirked as his eyes fell upon you but your own skittered over to Marcus as he sat on the stool by the table of paints. You blinked and batted away tears of disbelief with your lashes. His eye was swollen and his lip split; thick rope held his wrists behind his back and coiled around his torso and legs.

“What--

“Let her go, close the door,” Clark demanded, “I can handle her.”

The moment the hands left your arms, you spun but an arm caught you swiftly around the waist. You were flung back so you sprawled across the floor. You cried out as you met the polished wood and your body rang with pain.

“Hey,” Clark warned and his footsteps neared you as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms, “that doesn’t happen again, got it?”

“Sorry, boss, I was just--”

“Go,” Clark barked as he knelt and took your arm.

The doors slid closed with a harsh snap and you hit Clark’s chest as he tried to pull you up to your feet. You dug your heels into the floor and pushed yourself away from him. You turned and got up on your knees. You climbed to your feet but he was quick to block your path to the doors.

“You left so suddenly,” he crossed his arms, “not even a goodbye?”

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” you sneered, “I heard your offer,” you paused and looked around at Marcus, “and I heard you too. I’m not a whore.”

“Sweetheart, I know you’re not,” Clark said patronizingly, “but apparently he doesn’t.”

“Whatever, let me go, I don’t want either of you,” you snarled.

You tried to brush past him and he grabbed your arms and backed you up. “Sweetheart, I don’t have to pay for it. Understand that. And we did settle on a deal but I’m not paying for your services.”

“What-- Why--”

“I’m paying him to watch,” Clark winked, “I want him to see how he fucked up. I want him to see what a real man can do for you.”

“I’m not interested,” you tried to shrug him off but he held firm, “get off of me, Clark. We’re done. I’m sending you your money back and I don’t want to see you again.”

“Where are you gonna go, huh? No job, no prospects, no money?”

“I did alright before you, I can take care of myself--”

“Sweetheart,” he framed your chin with his hand and leaned in, “this is where we make a deal of our own…” his blue eyes clung to yours as he lowered his voice, “you can go along with it and the boy gets to walk off with just a couple bruises or… he doesn’t leave this room on his feet.”

Your eyes rounded and your lip quivered. You sucked in air and steeled yourself.

“I told you, I’m done with both of you,” you hissed.

“Uh huh, but I know you’re not gonna let him die just like that,” he turned his hand and rubbed your cheek, “besides, neither of us are stupid. I saw how you look at me and you know what lies behind those eyes.”

“No, I don’t…” you uttered and looked back at Marcus. He squirmed on the stool helplessly as he stared at you intently, begging you silently as he bit down on the gag. “Why are you doing this?”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he trailed his finger over your lower lip, “it’s okay. Haven’t I been good to you?”

“I can’t… please, don’t make me do this.”

“Come on, let’s sit down,” he dropped his hand as his other clung to your arm, “we have some things to sort out first.”

He pulled on you and you locked your legs. After a moment, your knees buckled and you let him lead you over to the chair. He sat and drew you onto his lap. You sat stiffly as his hand tickled your lower back and crawled up to pick at the straps of your dress.

“You see everything I have, everything I can do,” he said staunchly, “I can snap his neck as easily as I snap my fingers,” his other hand settled on your knee and squeezed. He nuzzled your shoulder and grazed your skin with his lips, “and even if it came to that, I’d still have you, sweetheart. This isn’t about what I get, I know my prize, this is about you and how you want things to go.”

You shuddered and shakily touched your neck. You hated the way his fingertips sent shivers through you and his lips made your stomach churn. You stopped his hand as it crawled up your leg.

“I… I only wanted to paint,” you said numbly.

“And did you really think that was all I wanted? A painter?” he scoffed and slipped his hand from beneath yours. He felt along the slit of the dress and shoved his hand beneath the fabric.

“I don’t… know…” you squeezed your thighs together as his fingers curled into your flesh.

“You really want to make this difficult? Sweetheart, you can’t even begin to know who I am and what I can do. This is just a taste.”

“Wh-why me?” you stuttered as he forced his hand between your legs and kneaded your flesh.

“Why not?” he replied.

He slapped your thick lightly and urged you off of him. You stood and he reached beneath his jacket as you wobbled on your weak legs and looked at Marcus desperately. He shook his head and let it slump down on his chest.

“Now, Marcus,” Clark revealed a dark pistol, “we talked about this. If you want your money, you don’t get to look away.”

You stared at the barrel as he pointed it at Marcus and lifted a brow. You flinched as your emotions swirled in your stomach and every one of your nerves was set alight.

“Sweetheart, you have one minute to make up your mind,” he pulled back the hammer, “as much as that looks gorgeous on you, I want you in only this.”

He pushed his fingers into his pants pocket and pulled out the diamond necklace. He held it out and the gems twinkled in lowlight. You swallowed and reached to take them from him.

“Who are you?” you asked as you hooked your fingers through the chain.

He chuckled and ran his fingers along his beard, “I’m exactly who you need me to be.”

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

Look, I’ve been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 again and I just got this idea. Sooo, rooty-tooty-guns-n-shootie, takes place in 1887 ish, America.

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You are a kindhearted, positive, gentle person. Despite the harsh reality you live in, you try to see the good in people, even if it sometimes might not be there.

It has gotten you into plenty of trouble before but, it has gotten you so much more positivity as well.

Jotaro was one of those positive points. Angry, aggressive and dangerous in the eyes of others, you were one of the few who didn’t judge him for how he looked and carried himself. And thus, a miraculous friendship was born.

Whenever you would hang out together, people would always be wary of the strange duo, more so for your safety than what you would be up to. But you never paid them any mind. If they wanted to judge Jotaro, that was fine, but you wouldn’t let it ruin the time you had with him.

Jotaro, of course, noticed all the stares and whispers, but he didn’t give a shit.

When he had met you two years ago, you were being cornered by a couple of guys who had taken advantage of your kindness, pretending to ask if you could lead them to the general store, only to drag you into a secluded alleyway.

It just so happened that Jotaro had been across the street, seeing you happily chatting about the town to the boys, oblivious to the malicious glint in their eyes.

At first he didn’t want to get involved. He had seen you around before but never talked to you and if you were dumb enough to not see their true motive, why should he involve himself? But then you looked around and crossed eyes with him, and instead of instant swooning or darting your eyes away and cowering in fear, you sent him a polite smile and a wave, since you recognised him from around town. It surprised him, seeing you act so casually and greet him like a person.

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro looked down at his feet for a second, grabbing the bill of his hat in frustration, only to abruptly let it go and stand up, discreetly starting to follow you and the boys.

Not a few minutes later and the boys executed their plan, pulling you into an abandoned alley, much to your surprise. They didn’t get even twenty seconds before Jotaro slinked up behind them. Just the image and threat of the imposing nineteen year old was enough to get the boys to scamper off with their tails between their legs.

Upon being saved, you practically dragged Jotaro along, insisting on paying him a drink as thanks and from there on, the two of you hit it off.

Ever since then, you two regularly hung out. And Jotaro had taken it upon himself to become your self-appointed bodyguard.

Right now he was headed to the church.

The town you two lived in was of moderate size and, since there were so many people in one place, a small church was built there. But Jotaro wasn’t going to the church so he could pray to God, no, he was going because you were there.

He knew you had started teaching kids how to read. Most of them were homeless, piss-poor or sticky-fingered little brats, but you taught them all the same.

Jotaro had once pointed it out and asked if you knew what those kids were actually up to every day. You had answered with a shrug, saying it didn’t matter and that you just wanted to help them. Jotaro had just grumbled at that and pulled his hat down. It didn’t matter to him, as long as they kept their grubby hands off of your belongings and didn’t harm you.

He rounded a corner and the church finally came into view further down the dirt-path. For a second, Jotaro reconsidered whether he wanted to visit you or not. He had nothing to do and wanted to share in your company, but he also knew that if you weren’t done teaching yet, you would not go with him until you were; which would mean Jotaro either had to leave with his tail between his legs in front of a bunch of brats, or he had to sit down and endure their incessant squabbling.

Shaking his head, he just decided to go for it. Regrettably enough, Jotaro just really wanted to see you right now. Recently, a gang of thieves and murderers had swept through town and pretty much everyone had been holed up inside, making him unable to see or spend time with you.

Finally reaching the church, he looked past the gates to see you sitting on the steps, about eight kids with you, of which five were sitting around you, while the other three were fooling around on the small grass churchyard that sat in front of the steps.

God, you were beautiful. Jotaro could immediately tell some of these kids were violent, thieves and just straight nasty, yet you talked with them as if they were your own.

Your own.

Jesus, how his stomach twisted at the thought. You both were 21 now and Jotaro knew he should be looking to the future. If there was someone he wanted to be with, it was you. And just the thought of you, your belly swollen with his child? It shook him to the core.

As he reached the gate, he must have stared at you for a little too long because as soon as he had put two steps inside, the three boys that were kicking around on the grass stopped in front of him, seeming to be between the ages of eleven to thirteen.

“Whoa there, mister! What do you think you’re doing?” The dirty blond to his right said and Jotaro looked down at the boys, raising an eyebrow at them for stopping him. “We don’t like that look in your eyes.” The boy continued.

“Yeah, need we remind you you are on church grounds?”

“What were you staring at Miss Y/N for, mister? What do you want with her?” The third kid spoke up and Jotaro was now annoyed, feeling ticked off at their questioning.

“That’s my business, now get out of my way.” He glared, but though he could see he scared them, they held their ground.

“No! We are not letting you hurt her!”

“You wanna fight for it? Let’s go then!” The one right in front put his fists up.

“Yare yare daze, just move, kid.” Jotaro sighed, tilting his hat over his eyes to stay calm.

“Now you’ve done it! Haaa-!” The blond yelled out, punching Jotaro in the stomach, but the man didn’t even flinch. The kid’s eyes went big.

He looked to his friends for help and they got the hint, all three of them now rearing up for an attack as they each shouted a battle cry, going to throw punches while Jotaro grit his teeth in annoyance. As much as he despised these little shits, he couldn’t punch them, and so he just decided to let them vent and then move on.

Someone else however, heard the screaming. “Hey! What’s going o-! Oh! Hey, Jotaro!”

Your sudden happy greeting stopped the boys in their tracks and two of them stumbled as they made their punches go wide to miss the intimidating man.

Jotaro put his hand up in greeting and you beamed a smile, much to the confusion of the kids. You excused yourself from the five around you and walked over.

“So, what’s going on here?” You asked sweetly, yet there was a warning undertone in your voice.

“N-Nothing!” The blond squeaked, holding a not so convincing smile, his face screaming ‘guilty’.

“Good grief, I told you they were brats.” Jotaro once again lowered his hat over his eyes, feeling a kick to his shin that made him glare at the boy beside him, instantly making him run off in fear, the other two following not a second later.

“Oi, don’t be mean to my kids.” You scolded him, rapping your knuckles on the top of his head.

“They’re not your kids.” Jotaro deadpanned and you sputtered a bit.

“Yeah, well, not technically no, but-“

“That little shit stole from me two weeks ago.” He pointed to the auburn haired boy that had been standing to his left earlier.

“He did? What did he steal?” You questioned, your brows furrowing.

“Pack of cigarettes and my lighter. That shit ain’t cheap you know.” He grumbled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oi, stop swearing every other sentence. You’re on church grounds.” You lightly smacked him on the chest while Jotaro just gave you a look that said ‘does it look like I care?’. “So... why are you here?” You then asked, diverting the subject.

“Just came by to see you.” Jotaro shrugged.

“Aw, how sweet.” You teased a little but a small blush did make its way onto your cheeks, making Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Could that mean you...? No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “Why don’t you come sit down?” You suddenly asked and Jotaro looked down at you.

“No, I don’t-“

“Too bad, too late!” You grinned as you grabbed his hand out of his pocket and dragged him back to the stairs with you, not even giving him any time to protest. “Everyone, this is Jotaro! Jotaro, this is everyone.” You smiled as you introduced him to the terrified kids on the stairs.

A small girl then slowly stepped forward, her hair almost white-blonde and braided in two braids down the sides of her head.

She looked up at Jotaro with big eyes, the man staring back, before smiling wide, holding her arms up at him and making grabby hands. “Uh.” Jotaro hesitantly looked at you while you just held the biggest smile.

“That’s Amelia, she’s seven years old and mute.” You explained before urging Jotaro with your eyes to do as she asked and pick her up.

Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the girl under her armpits, easily lifting her up into his arms and looping an arm under her to hold her. Amelia immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, smiling brightly as she looked into his eyes.

Jotaro averted his gaze from the girl in his arms, over to you, to see you nearly melting on the spot. He rolled his eyes in response to you freaking out. “Happy?” He grumbled out and you just nodded vehemently.

A tugging broke Jotaro from watching you and he looked down behind him to see a little boy tugging on his pants, pointing up at him.

“You want to go up too?” You questioned and the boy nodded enthusiastically, shouting out a ‘yeah!’.

“Wait, Y/N-“ Before he could do anything about it, you had lifted the boy and placed him on Jotaro’s back, letting him cling by himself since Jotaro was using both hands to hold the girl.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on Jotaro’s face as the boy giggled loudly, clinging tightly on his back.

The other children were suddenly a lot less terrified, as two others stood up and started tugging on his pants as well. It was clear that the younger kids had stayed around you as you taught the lesson, while the older three had drifted a bit away. This meant however, that Jotaro was now surrounded by small kids, two of them on top of him.

“I’m not a horse you know.” He grumbled, looking at the two hanging on his pants a little warily, watching where they put their hands.

“You’re not, but you’re just as tall, if not taller, and a lot less dangerous.” You grinned, earning a glare from the man though you knew there was no real hostility in it.

Just then, the doors to the church opened and a nun came walking out. “Ah, miss L/N! How goes the reading?” She questioned and you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro, to the nun.

“Ah! It’s going fine, thank you! And thank you again for letting me use this space.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course, our doors are open for you anytime.” The nun smiled back before turning to see the remarkable sight of Jotaro, surrounded by kids, holding a small girl while another child clung to his back. “Mr. Kujo.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hello, Sister.” Jotaro greeted back. He may be a hardass, but he at least had respect for those who deserved it, unlike a lot of other people.

“It is good to see you again. Coming to visit Y/N I see?” She smiled and Jotaro dipped his head a little in response, both as a way to answer yet also as a way to hide his eyes from the Sister, for he knew she could look through him as though he was shouting out his thoughts and emotions. “Well, no matter.” The nun smiled slyly to herself, seeing through the action. “Who here is hungry?” She then spoke out a little louder and almost every tiny head perked up.

You giggled at the sight and swiftly moved to behind Jotaro, grabbing onto the boy hanging there and lifting him down from his back while Jotaro himself carefully sat the girl down. In a matter of seconds, all of the kids were lined up in a row and quickly started following the nun into the church, the doors closing behind them and leaving you and Jotaro on the steps.

“Whoo, they are always a lively bunch.” You chuckled, turning a little to face Jotaro before walking up to the stairs and sitting down on them, grabbing the book you had been working on with them, as well as the notebook and pencil.

“What book were you reading?” Jotaro asked, sitting down next to you. You took notice of how close he sat though, his arm touching yours as you sat side by side.

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table.” You said it in a fancy manner and held the book up for him as he took it from your hands.

“Knights? Really?” He scoffed as he briefly leafed through the pages and you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.

“Hey! It’s good for their imagination.” You chuckled. “Besides, it needs to be engaging for them. Lord knows I can’t try to teach them to read with the kinds of books you read. ‘How wagons are assembled’ or ‘how nature works’. Oh! Oh! ‘How a steam train or steam boat functions’.” You giggled a little as you poked fun at him, lowering your voice near the end to match his as best you could as you spoke.

“That’s not what I sound like.” Jotaro rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Sure you don’t, tough boy.” You leaned forward until you could look at him from under the brim of his hat, now hovering over his lap as you cocked your head with a smirk. “I have heard you rant about inventions and discoveries made more than anyone else, I’m pretty sure.”

Jotaro just scoffed and looked to the side, unable to hide his slightly embarrassed blush since you were right below him. Oh god, you were right below him, your face so close to his. He only needed to lean down a little and- Clearing his throat, Jotaro leaned back a bit, giving himself some space and prompting you to sit up again, none the wiser from what was going through his head.

“Hey, did you know they were setting up a new shop last week? Apparently you can get your picture taken there.” You suddenly started, looking forward through the churchyard as you mused.

“Oh?” Jotaro spoke, trying to sound disinterested yet listening intently.

“Would you... perhaps want to take a picture with me there?” You hesitantly asked and Jotaro’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t show it. “I always wanted to see what I would look like on one of those.”

“Not very different from what you look like when you look in a mirror.” Jotaro cringed at how roughly that came out but he had said it before he could stop himself. He just hoped it didn’t dissuade you from wanting to take a picture with him.

“Say, are you insulting me, Mr. Kujo?” You teased lightheartedly, nudging him again and a tiny relieved smile played on Jotaro’s lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever insulting you.”

“Alright, now I know you’re just taking a piss.” You laughed. “Either way, what do you say we-!” You suddenly stopped your excited exclamation, catching Jotaro’s attention. “Oh wait, it’d probably cost a lot huh? Shoot, never mind, we can go do something else...” You deflated but quickly shook it off, perking up in feigned happiness again. “Do you have anything in mind!?”

Jotaro however, studied your face close. He hated to see how your excitement got washed away so quickly. “Yare yare.” Standing up from the stairs, he held his right hand out to you.

“Oh, you’ve got something?” You asked, seemingly back to your happy self as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up.

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

Your face turned into shock as he said that. “Wait, really? But I just said- I- you- You mean you’ll pay?”

“As long as I can be in it as well, yes.” Jotaro gently tugged your hand, still holding onto it as he now used it to coax you along. “Let’s go then, we don’t know when it closes and it is getting late.”

Jotaro started walking, very consciously keeping hold of your hand. As you fell into step with him, excitedly buzzing, he made a bold move as he re-gripped your hand to fit more comfortably in his; as if you were intentionally holding hands from the beginning instead of just still awkwardly holding on after Jotaro pulled you to your feet.

You didn’t seem any wiser while Jotaro felt his heart pounding in his throat, relishing in how his hand fit around yours, your hand unconsciously still holding onto his. He was so tempted to rub his thumb over the back of your palm or to actually entwine his fingers with yours, but decided against it since that would definitely draw your attention to your hands and he didn’t want that. Right now, he would just hold on, silently musing to himself how small your hand was compared to his and how right it felt to have your hand sat in his.

In this moment, it was one of the few times Jotaro was actually glad for your obliviousness.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the photography shop and you both stood in front of the door, slogans and examples of pictures slapped everywhere to lure people in.

‘Get your photo taken with your loved one and display the memory, so you may never forget!’

That and more was plastered on the display window, yet Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off of that particular one. ‘With your loved one’. His attention automatically reverted back to how you were still holding hands and he had to try everything in his power to keep his face from heating up.

“Let’s go in!” You jumped once, breaking him out of his focus as you started dragging him to the door, opening it not a second later, the tall male in tow.

“Good afternoon, how can I help the lovely couple tonight?” A man standing in front of a camera asked when he saw you two come in, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh. We’re, uh.” Your face burst into flame as he commented that, your eyes drifted up to Jotaro and then to your entwined hands, realising you were still holding onto him.

You quickly made a move to let him go but Jotaro kept holding on, preventing you from pulling away as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“We’re here to get a picture taken, old man. What else.” He snapped a little and you sighed good-naturedly. Good ol’ Jotaro: intimidating people and being scary upon meeting them for the first time.

“Oh, haha, of course.” The owner chuckled nervously, though you swore you could hear him mutter a ‘I’m not that old’ as he turned to check his camera. “Uhm, you can just take your place in front of the background there.” He then smiled, motioning to the wall the camera was set up in front of.

The ‘background’ was a painting of an open plain, a rock formation with a modest waterfall in the back, as well as an eagle in the right hand corner.

Your jittery yet excited nerves for doing this came back, making you forget the flustering comment of the shop owner and you started walking towards the wall.

“Hope it’s gonna turn out alright.” You grinned up at Jotaro and he sent you a rare reassuring smile. It was small, but it was there, and suddenly, you were completely calm and ready to get this photo taken. The two of you took your place, Jotaro standing right up against you, making you blush.

“Alright.” The owner nervously rubbed his hands together, obviously still a bit scared of the nearly two meter tall man in black. “Ah, you are already in the perfect positions, you are naturals at this.” He tried to crack a joke but it came out a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Look here please.” The man pointed at a spot right above the camera before ducking behind the device.

And just like that, the photos were taken.

After this entire time, Jotaro relinquished his hold on your hand, figuring it was best to let go, lest he was too obvious and even you would notice. Hell you, probably already did but thought nothing of it. Your obliviousness shining through again.

In the end, the two of you picked out the two best ones, nearly identical, and took one each.

That night, as Jotaro walked back home, he admired the photograph in his hand. He didn’t care much for how he looked in it, but it was the exact opposite with you. You looked so happy in it. Your smile shining bright and your energy nearly radiating off of it even through the photo. Yet what Jotaro treasured more than all in it, was the way your hands were entwined in the photo. Right in the middle, screaming for him to look at it. And look he did, feeling his cheeks heat up a little.

Opening the door to his home, he was immediately bombarded as his mother latched to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Jotaro, you’re home!” She cheered happily. “You missed dinner so I put some to the side for you.” She smiled and Jotaro just huffed a little, pushing her off of himself. He wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to go to bed.

That wish was short-lived however, as someone suddenly tackled him from behind, making him face plant into the floor.

“Jotaro! My boy!” The oh-so familiar voice of his grandfather sounded.

Question marks went off in the younger man’s head. His mother hadn’t told him the old man was coming for a visit?

“Get off.” Jotaro grunted as he attempted to shake his grandpa off but it was futile, as Joseph instead put him into a deadlock, pulling his arm behind his back and trapping it there, which made his eyes widen. The fucking photograph was in that hand and if that old man got even a single crinkle or fold in it, he would have his head.

“Good evening, Jotaro.” A familiar accented voice spoke and Jotaro looked up from under his hat to see Caesar sitting in the arm chair facing him, giving a disappointed look at Joseph.

“Caesar.” Jotaro grunted back a greeting as Joseph found that exact moment to twist his arm a little further.

“Oh, what’s this?” The voice on top suddenly curiously spoke and Jotaro felt the photograph be swiped from his fingers, making his eyes widen.

His grandfather was an expert at pinning people down thanks to years of random fights and being friends with Caesar. Yet you should never underestimate a desperate man trying to keep his dignity who also has a temper to match.

Thanks to Joseph using one hand to look at the paper in his hand, he had lost his hold on Jotaro’s right arm and the young man took full use of it.

Pushing himself up a bit, he threw the older man off of himself and turned around to swipe the photo back, but Joseph was way quicker and had used the momentum to get to his feet and run over to Caesar, standing behind his chair as he turned the paper around, feasting his eyes on the photo again.

“What’s this, Jotaro? Who’s that with you?” He asked in disbelief and Jotaro clenched his jaw. His mother, upon hearing her father say the sentence, zipped over and curiously looked at the photo as well, gasping a little once she saw it, before looking up at her son and sending him a giant grin.

Jotaro pulled his hat down a little and stomped over, attempting to swipe at the photo. “Give it back.” He growled as he tried to grab it, but Joseph moved it out of his reach.

“No way! You have some explaining to do, I mean, you’re smiling in this!”

“I’m not.” Jotaro grumbled, once again lunging forward to get it back, but Joseph tittered away, way too giddy and happy about what he was finding out about his grandson.

“Yes you are! Look! It’s small, but it’s there!” He turned the photo around and pointed at Jotaro’s face in it. Holly took a closer look and her proud grin grew even more.

“Would you stop, old man? It’s nothing, so just give it back.” Jotaro once again walked across the room to try and reach his grandfather, but Joseph danced out of his grasp once more, skipping over to Caesar who had stayed seated in this entire ordeal and showing the photo to his lifelong friend.

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

Caesar, who had had his eyes closed, opened them and slowly looked up at Joseph, grasping the photo with his left hand before harshly grasping his friend’s wrist, prying his hand away from the photo before getting out of the chair and moving over to the younger man.

“Here you go.” He spoke as he returned the photo.

“Thanks.” Jotaro spoke, a little unsure of what to say.

“Tell her how you feel soon. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Jotaro blinked a few times, feeling his face heat up a little as the Italian man gave the advice, speaking loud enough for only him to hear it. With a soft tug, he pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes and nodded, quickly making his way out of the room so he could finally just go to bed.

As he walked through the hall, he heard his grandpa’s despairing cries, questioning Caesar why he would do that, and a small smirk appeared on Jotaro’s face. He could always trust in Caesar.

- - - -

Two weeks had passed and Jotaro was sitting on the steps of the church. To his left, he heard your gentle and caring voice reading passages of the book to the kids around. To his right, the little girl, Amelia, was practically glued to his hip as he read his own book, just silently sitting through your class.

He had been doing this more and more frequently, just coming by every once in a while, not really saying anything and just sitting with you as you taught the kids.

As he turned the page of his book, he suddenly felt something being lifted from his front pocket however and he snapped his head up, looking to his left to see the dirty blond, who he now knew as Jack, lifting his pocket watch from its place. The boy immediately noticed he was found out and bolted, laughing as he ran across the grass to the fences on the other side.

Jotaro however, was pissed as he slammed his book shut and walked over to Jack with large strides. “Give it back.” He spoke lowly, a threatening glare directed at the boy.

Jotaro physically saw him gulp, smirking a little to himself to see he still had his intimidating presence with these kids. But it was short lived, since Jack seemingly found a bit of courage again - continuing on with the plan, unknown to Jotaro.

“Why? I’m sure you can buy another one. Unless... this one is special?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes dangerously and Jack could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked open the watch and there was a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Aha.” He spoke and smirked up at Jotaro, only for that smirk to leave as he saw the dangerous aura radiating off of the man. “Tommy!” He yelled and threw the pocket watch, making Jotaro’s heart sink for a moment, scared it would drop on the stone steps and break.

“You little shit.” He glared at Jack before turning around to Tommy, who was standing on the steps of the church.

“Hey, what’s going on!” You called out, looking up from your book while the children around were trying to write letters in your notebook.

Tommy immediately took this chance and rushed over to you when Jotaro started taking threatening strides towards the boy. He didn’t want to hit a kid but so help him god, he would get that pocket watch back. Jotaro wasn’t fast enough however, as Tommy zipped over to you and flipped the pocket watch open, shoving it in your face.

Jotaro faltered in his steps, nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. Those little brats had planned this all out. They knew. Jotaro hated to say it, but he had made it too obvious that he was sweet on you and they knew.

“Jotaro!” Your exclamation of surprise ripped him from his thoughts and he looked over at you, doing his best to keep an expression of indifference. “How did you manage to do this? I had to make a bigger frame to fit mine!” You turned the pocket watch around so he could see the inside, showing the clock on the right while on the left, on the inside of the cover, he now had a perfect view of the photograph of the two of you that he had stuck in there.

Jack and Tommy groaned while Jotaro’s shoulders slumped a bit. In both relief, as well as disappointment for some reason, seeing you were none the wiser.

Jotaro just waved his hand a bit, dismissing your question as he walked over and took the pocket watch back from you. Looking it over to see if it was damaged but luckily, it wasn’t. Concluding that, he flipped it shut and put it back in the pocket where it belonged.

“Well?” You looked up at him with hopeful and curious eyes and Jotaro pulled his hat down over his face. You looked... cute.

Jotaro didn’t lift his hat as he took his spot next to you again. “I went back and had a photograph taken of the photograph.” He said through gritted teeth, reluctantly telling you how he did it, embarrassment flooding through him over having to admit that.

“Oh, that’s so clever! I should do something like that as well.” You giggled, then dreamingly looked forward.

You were pulled out of it by a small tug on your sleeve. “Miss Y/N, can we have a break?” The small boy asked and you smiled sweetly, nodding.

“Of course, you go ahead and play for a bit.” You shoo’ed all the kids and they erupted into talk and laughter, all of them getting up and finding a place to play.

As the kids were running around a bit during the break, a shadow got cast over a specific pair of boys, making them freeze and slowly turn around to the imposing figure. “Tommy. Jack. Any of you touch my shit ever again and I will make you severely regret it.” The threat and danger in Jotaro’s voice was real and the boys swallowed heavily, nodding frantically before busting out into a sprint, running away as far as possible before squeaking as Jotaro made his way back over to them, since they had ran towards where you sat on the steps and that was where Jotaro wanted to sit down again as well.

“Did you have to scare them like that?” You questioned with a chuckle and Jotaro just huffed in amusement as he sat down.

“Yes. They need to know not to take my stuff.”

“You know, you’re right. That is a good lesson to learn.” You chuckled, only for your smile to slowly dim down as your attention got taken by several pairs of horse hooves thumping across the ground. “What’s that?” You questioned as you looked at the large group of riders, watching them trot closer and closer, slowing down the closer they got to the church. All of them carried rather large guns and other weapons.

You nervously looked up at Jotaro, who had his eyes narrowed as he looked at the large group as well. “Stay alert.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, the both of you getting up.

Jotaro whistled loud and curtly, gaining the attention of all the kids. You quickly motioned your arms for all of them to come, not wanting to verbally shout it just in case the riders would hear and take it the wrong way.

Taking the hint, the kids all started to run into your arms and Jotaro took a step forward, holding his arms out a little to keep you and the children behind him.

Everyone had fearful looks as Amelia was the last to reach you, running behind you and around, hanging on the back of Jotaro’s pants. It wasn’t a few seconds later that the riders all stopped in front of the church.

“Howdy, partner.” The leader of the herd spoke up after a few seconds but Jotaro immediately picked up on the false friendliness in the voice.

“What do you want?” He bit back, glaring vehemently.

“Whoa, so angry.” The man mocked with a large grin, turning back to his friends behind him who laughed softly. “You should show me some respect you know.” He then continued, turning back to Jotaro with that grin still on his face. “Did your momma never teach you respect?” He continued jesting but Jotaro didn’t give any reaction, just holding the intimidating glare on the man.

This made him feel as if he was losing grip of the situation, so the man decided to take another approach and laughed a bit while calling out. “Why don’t I teach you some then?” He jokingly pointed his gun at Jotaro and the children whimpered and gasped in fear from behind him. Your grip on his trenchcoat tightened and Jotaro’s reaction was immediate, his right hand pulling back to behind his back before snapping forward, a gun now pointed at the man’s head.

“Try it.” Jotaro’s voice was low and dangerous and even the rider took note of it. “I know exactly what you’re up to. This is a community church, it has nothing of value for you, so take your little group and piss off. You’re scaring the children.” Jotaro calmly spoke as he stared down the barrel of the gun, showing not even a hint of fear, nervousness or hesitation.

“Now... calm down, friend.” The man tried, re-gripping his gun a little nervously.

“We ain’t friends and you know it. Get the hell away from here.” Jotaro’s hand was as steady as ever, his gun constantly pointed at the man’s head without even a single tremor or twitch from holding the iron up.

This angered the man. “You seem to not understand that you are outnumbered here, friend.” He spoke, calling Jotaro that again on purpose, signalling his mates in the meantime, who all grabbed a gun and pointed it at Jotaro as well.

The children cowered even more, small shrieks leaving them and you tried to shush them. “It’s alright, just stay behind me and Jotaro. You’re alright.” You spoke in a hushed tone, petting the heads of those you could reach. You discreetly saw the door to the church open and saw the Sister poke her head out. You quickly and frantically shook your head, a message for her to stay where she was.

“Are you really going to threaten children on church grounds?” Jotaro questioned calmly and the leader growled a bit in anger.

“Stop acting so smug or I’ll blast your head off! And that of that girl too! Give those brats something to look at!”

“Threaten her again and I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.” Jotaro’s retort was immediate as he glared at the man, lowering his gun just a little to point directly at the mouth of the loud-mouthed bastard.

“Hit a nerve?” The guy smirked. “I’ll say it again, you’re outnumbered.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, son.” A new voice spoke up and everyone’s head whipped to the source. “What’s going on here?” The sheriff spoke, tilting his head a little while two of his deputies joined his side, all of them having their hands hovering over the guns strapped to their belts.

Now that there were a lot more possible enemies, the man wavered. Slowly and reluctantly, he lowered his gun. “Nothing, sheriff. Just a bit of harmless fun.” He spoke and his friends took it as a sign to lower their guns as well.

“Was it? ‘Cause as far as I can see you are threatening innocent children. Now, will you move on yourself or will we have a problem?”

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth before hitting the reins of his horse, simultaneously softly kicking his feet into its belly, making the animal start calmly stepping forward, the rest of his group following his example as they started riding away at a slow pace.

“Follow them and make sure they leave proper.” The sheriff whispered to his deputies before leaving them to their business and walking over to the gate leading into the church grounds.

Jotaro kept his gun up the entire time the gang of riders were riding away, all of them sending occasional glances back that kept Jotaro on high alert. Only once the deputies rode past and started tailing the men did he finally lower it.

Once he un-cocked the gun and sighed out, the children still cowering behind the two of you finally relaxed a little, two of them bursting into tears as the sheriff walked through the fence and towards the steps of the church - to which you immediately started trying to console them.

“Holy crap! You just won that standoff singlehandedly!!” Jack shouted as the sheriff stepped into earshot, the boy jumping in front of Jotaro with his hands thrown in the air as he looked at the man before him in awe.

“That was so cool!! It was like twenty to one and you still won!” Tommy piped in with an exaggerated number and Jotaro lowered his hat over his eyes, softly letting out his usual catchphrase.

“Are you boys all alright?” The sheriff walked up and Jotaro lifted his gaze again, briefly looking back to see you had succeeded in calming the children down, four of them now clinging to you in a group hug as the doors to the church opened properly, the nun quickly walking out to help comfort the children.

“Yes. Thank you for stepping in.” Jotaro spoke back, nonchalantly putting his gun back in its place, hidden behind his trenchcoat.

“Well, that’s my job.” The sheriff joked before turning a little more serious. “What happened exactly?”

Jotaro looked back at you once again, seeing you now quietly talking with the kids to calm them down. This earned him an elbow poke in the ribs from Tommy and he glared at the kid, making said boy giggle to himself and drag Jack with him, running over to you.

“They came to rob the church, believing it to have many riches like those city churches have, probably.” Jotaro sounded a little indifferent as he turned back to look forward and the sheriff hummed.

“Mr. Kujo saved us, sheriff Miller.” The sister spoke as she walked up, placing a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder blade. Jotaro just looked down at the nun, getting a grateful smile from her and he gave a small barely noticeable nod back.

Something suddenly latched onto his right leg and Jotaro looked down to see Amelia hanging on his pant leg, burying her head into the fabric.

Jotaro just looked at her for a second. He didn’t know what he had done to get her like this, but Amelia had really attached herself to him. Jotaro on the other hand, still had no idea what to do around children. He awkwardly patted her on her head, making her look up. “Go to Y/N, it’s alright.” He spoke, trying his best to sound gentle but it still came out quite gruffly, regrettably enough.

Amelia didn’t seem to care though and stayed latched on his leg while both the nun and the sheriff chuckled discreetly at the young man trying his best. Crouching down to get on eye height with the girl, the sheriff got her attention. “Are you alright?” He asked and Amelia turned her head, half of her face still buried in Jotaro’s trousers but still paying attention. She nodded softly and the sheriff smiled.

“Why don’t you go to Miss L/N, Mr. Kujo? I’ll handle the rest.” The Sister smiled and Jotaro nodded at her, turning around.

Amelia let go of his leg and instead grabbed his hand, trying to pull him along now as she tried to hurry over to you.

Once he was close enough, you noticed and got up, turning around to face him. Amelia let go of his hand and ran to her friends while your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s.

Tears were pricking in the corners and that shocked Jotaro slightly. He had no time to react as you ran over to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder.

He immediately caught you, wrapping his arms around your body and holding it against himself to hold you up. Yet, his eyes were wide as he felt his heart thump. He had no idea what to do. He felt you pressing your face even deeper into his neck, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of the children but Jotaro knew you wanted to, more than anything.

His brain short-circuited and all he could think to do was tighten his hold on you, letting you know he was there.

Some noises to his left caught his attention and he looked over to see Jack and Tommy making kissy faces at him. In an immediate reaction he kicked a rock that lay at his foot to them, making them dodge it and giggle while running away again, joining the other kids while Jotaro silently grumbled to himself, trying to calm his beating heart.

“You alright?” He asked after a minute more of silence and he felt you nod into his shoulder.

“Yeah... you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jotaro questioned and you lifted your head, leaning back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes were a bit red and you sniffled softly.

“Well.” You started with a small sad chuckle. “You did just nearly die.”

To that, Jotaro rolled his eyes. “You clearly read the situation wrong then.” He put you back on your feet, looking to see the nun walking back over to the children while the sheriff was now walking away, sticking his hand up as he looked back in a goodbye before turning around fully and walking back to his horse.

Because he was looking to the sheriff walking away however, he was unable to brace himself when you took a few steps back and jumped right into him, tackling him to the floor.

A heavy ‘oof’ left him as he crashed to the ground with you right on top of him. You immediately sat onto his stomach and Jotaro had to try very hard to suppress a blush at the sight.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of seeing things wrong when I am just worried for your safety.” You spoke, poking his chest in warning, but the teasing look in your eyes told Jotaro exactly what you were thinking.

In return, Jotaro grabbed your wrists and rolled the two of you around so that you were now pinnend under him. “I will accuse you, because you will always remain oblivious.” He spoke, his voice sounding a little strained even though he held a small smirk.

“Oblivious to what?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. Jotaro didn’t say anything, just looked deeply in your eyes. Neither of you really noticed he was leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

Yet before anything else could happen: “GET HIIIIMMM!!” A young voice screamed out and Jotaro jerked his head back up, looking up past his shoulder only to have three different bodies flung on top of him.

You burst out laughing at Jotaro’s surprised face that only you had a view of, even though you were still trapped under the man, his hands on either side of you as he attempted to keep himself from toppling over and crushing you.

“No, no! Oh dear.” You heard the Sister laugh, having tried to stop the children, only to fail miserably as six of the eight were now on top of Jotaro, trying to bring him down.

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