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Wow I like these characters so much *gives them my mental illness*

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I didn’t even make the jewelry isn’t that insane

I had a bad day at work I’m gonna talk to my therapist about it (I’m going to making matching jewelry for me and my fictional lovers)

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WIP Wednesday

I tag my beloved mutuals @wanders-in-stars and @totally-not-deacon

I know it's valentines day and I wanted to give you a little romance, but alas my brain cannot concentrate on it at the moment so take this instead

He found you curled up on his bench, motionless save your… infrequent breaths, and the occasional shudder. It was so rarely that he felt unsure of himself, but as he took a step forward, he was… not worried, but concerned.

He knew how you were feeling all too well.

The helplessness.

The injustice.

The rage.

“Are you alright?” He asked after a moment of watching you. You were silent for a while, breaths shaky, chest rattling as though you were ill, and he found that his concern had begun to slide uncannily close to worry.

Ramattra took another step closer.

You were so small curled up like that. Like a millipede or woodlouse rolled into a protective shell.

“They didn’t even play our message…” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, quiet and cracked, cloak wrapped snugly around you, hood up.

“No… they did not.” Many other news stations internationally had mentioned your message, but none of them had played it on air. Tentatively, he sat on the edge of the bench, chancing a look at your face. The shadows cast over your face by the hood only faintly illuminated by the dim lights of his array, he could still see droplets snaking their way down your cheeks. “We have disseminated it in other forums though. The people will hear us.”

It was unlikely they would listen… they so rarely did.

But you….

He reached down, brushing the pads of his fingers along your skin, tears collecting on his digits.

You felt so fiercely.

The injustice.

The rage.

The desire for change.

You blinked and more droplets fell from where they had precariously perched on your lashes. It was tackier between his fingers than distilled water, clinging the same way that salt water would…. It was almost poetic.

Emotions tumultuous, deep, and ever shifting like the waves of an ocean during a storm.

He remembered you liking poetry. There had been a books on your shelves.

He wondered if it would make you smile, or if it would only further drown you in your sorrow.

“Am I a bad person?”

“No.” He grasped a fold of the cloak you wore and gently wiped away some of the wetness on your cheeks. “I have met many, many people, few I would call good, but you are a rare find.”

“Then why do I feel so awful?”

He paused in his ministrations before letting out a sigh, “Because you are good, and it never should have come to this.”

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WIP Whenever

Sorry been super burned out from work but hopefully this weekend fixes me :3

I tag @totally-not-deacon

“I think the lack of sunlight is starting to affect me.”

He tilted his head, “I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“We actually need sunlight to synthesize certain vitamins in our body. Lack of sunlight can severely impact us, but I didn’t realize it would happen so quickly.”

“Humans truly are fragile,” He hadn’t intended for it to come out so callously, but as you winced, smile faltering for just a second, he felt a pang of guilt.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit.” There was more that you had to say, but you chewed on your words for a moment before continuing, “And you’re probably not going to like this, but there are certain micronutrients that human bodies need that aren’t present in protein bars. Not- not that I’m complaining, I knew going into this that I probably wouldn’t be eating the same sort of prepared foods that I was before, but I think the lack of vegetables or even a multivitamin might be fucking with my system.”

“Oh,” He hadn’t thought about that.

“Even if we can’t get any vegetables, a multivitamin and water-soluble fiber should be okay.” You quickly added.

Just another way for Talon to figure out that you were human.

Not that he wasn’t already positive that they figured it out already. They weren’t exactly known for being dullards.

“If that is what you need.” He stated simply, and you seemed to relax as though you had been preparing for some sort of battle. “Add it to our requisition forms. I’m sure it will be the easiest of the items on there to procure.”

“Thank you.” You swallowed before letting out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of your head. “I don’t know why I thought this was going to be a more difficult conversation.”

Something in him sank at your words, “I am a reasonable omnic.”

You seemed to bite your tongue at that remark, and he bristled a bit.

“I am.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” You raised your hands placatingly, brows furrowing. “It’s just… sometimes you don’t like my ideas, and I was worried that this would be another one of those times.”

He did not ask for your ideas.

He did not ask for your assistance.

He did not ask you to join him.

He could do this alone.

He had been doing this alone for a long time.

Ramattra stared at you for a moment, processor picking through each of your interactions, and he begrudgingly had to admit that… you weren’t completely incorrect. Since you had chosen to join his cause, he had been… less than charitable when you shared your ideas.

… Your words were not without some truth.

A pregnant pause filled the room, and you cleared your throat awkwardly, “So, um, thanks. For hearing me out this time.”

He mulled on his words, picking over them, sorting the wheat from the chaff, and after another long moment he sighed, “You said when you had first joined, ‘Follow the money. Target them, and the people will begin to rise up.’ Tell me which of those so-called ‘Hard Targets’ you deem most worthy of death and I shall bring annihilation to them.”

A small compromise.

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

tagged by the wonderful @wanders-in-stars

I tag everyone who reads this to show us the last few sentences of whatever you're working on >:3c

Your face was so pliable, expressive, even when you tried to remain stoic, there were still subtle differences in the way you blinked, the way you shifted…. Slowly you took a step toward him, then another, and another until you stood in front of him, and you took his hand.

“It couldn’t have been easy.”

“Doing the right thing rarely is.” He could not bear the look in your eyes; The tenderness, the sympathy.

He did not want it.

He did not need it.

Pulling away from you he turned to a screen.

“-Pas le tristement connu directeur de la cellule terroriste Null Sector” A new report, a riot, an R-7000 torn apart. The last time he had checked, He could count on one hand the number of them left. “Des témoins ont identifié la victime comme étant une omnic nommée Bambi.”

Bambi.

Pity.

“Did you know them?” You asked.

He had met her in his wanderings after he’d left the monastery… living in what had become the slums of Paris. She’d been interested in fashion, designed her own clothes. She had invited him in, saying that she couldn’t stand to see someone walk around in such shabby attire.

She had been tired of fighting, she’d admitted, mending his robes in her small underground room. Fashion magazines piled high on her tables, the walls covered in sketches of dresses.

“Stars?” Bambi laughed when he’d asked her, the pink paint of her faceplate had shone in the artificial light. “Stars are difficult to see in the city, but the twinkling lights feel like looking at them all the same.”

“Yes.” He leaned against the table, gripping it with his fingers.

She barely even looked like him yet the humans did not care.

They would suffer.

The groan of metal was the first thing that alerted him to the way the table had buckled and bent under his hands.

“Did anyone even try to save her?” His voice was little more than a hiss. “Or did they only see an R-7000 and let the violence they felt in their hearts consume them?”

He whipped around to face you.

You didn’t flinch, and as he looked into your eyes he saw his own silhouette… hunched, coiled like a snake ready to strike, and immediately he dropped his staff.

When had he summoned it?

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @wanders-in-stars I tag @totally-not-deaconand literally every single person who reads this >:3c

“I’ve been doing some thinking.” You said as soon as he entered his quarters once more, pacing the floor, something fierce in your eyes.

“Oh?”

“You paint with a very wide brush. Broad strokes.” You stopped, shooting him a thoughtful look, the ghost of a smile on your lips. “But you’re missing nuance.”

Ramattra crossed his arms, curious but cautious, “And what makes you think that?”

“Twenty six years ago, humans were on the brink of extinction,” You held up your hand, silencing him before he’d uttered a word, “Twenty six years ago, an omnic saved us. All of us; human and omnic alike.”

“You say this as though I did not live through it.” It… came out icier than he had intended, though it was difficult not to be annoyed.

You winced, nodding sheepishly. “I know, sorry, not fun memories, I’ll skip ahead-”

“And for twenty six years, humanity has shown they are not willing to share this world with us.”

“Ramattra-”

“I do not need a history lesson from you.”

Your mouth curled into a tight frown, and for a long moment, you were silent. Then you sighed, “Ramattra.”

He vented some air when you returned to your silence.

“You know I want to help, right?”

There was something incredibly… forlorn about your expression. “I… left everything behind so that I could help. I am not your enemy… so… please let me finish.”

He studied you in silence for a long while, “I did not ask you to do any of that.”

“You didn’t need to,” Your smile returned, tired, the skin at the corner of your eyes wrinkling.

And something in him stirred… coiling in the pits of his processor like a snake.

He didn’t deserve your patience.

“Will you let me finish?”

Brother Zenyatta would have liked you.

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new ramattra skin…. god just kill me already

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Lost my artstyle again, might run into a lake

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I’m speechless, I’ve never done an art study like this in my life what the fuck

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THEY SAW IT

Take procreate away from me I should’ve never started drawing

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(sniffle sniffle) may-haps some needy ramattra? He's over heating and agrovated and so desperate to just pin you down, but your not home yet so he paces around and growls and complains and when you finally get home you barely get time to take your shoes off before he's on you.

He's so worked up he doesn't even bother trying to jerk off, he just knows he needs you to satisfy him. You wouldn't even make it past the doorway before he's got you lifted with one arm, the other hand delving under your shirt. All the while he'll be rumbling in your ear about how much he needs you, how he's been waiting so long for this.

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New Chapter of and all the quiet nights you bare (seal them up with care)

You stared back at him for a moment, “What?”

Knives gestured to his lap with a ‘what are you waiting for expression’.

You sat there until it clicked, then you flushed, “Wh— Knives we don’t—“

“Don’t try to trick me,” He almost hissed, “In almost every reference, if the two parties are on a bed, the smaller one will sit on the bigger one's lap. You should know that if you’re such an expert.” The last part he emphasized quite sassily.

It seems you dug your own grave with this one. You got up on your knees on the bed and scooted over to him. You proceeded to— very slowly so he could back out at any point, whilst also constantly looking up to see if he was okay— straddle his legs.

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The mask keeps me safe in more ways than one

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“Sloth where’s the next chapter of the domesticating knives fic” have you ever considered how fuckin hard it is to write dryhumping from both angles when you haven’t done it in years??? Huh?? Cut me some fucking slack

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stuck

pairing(s); knives x (GN) reader summary; …and suddenly you’re stuck on an elevator with your insanely hot (but rude) next door neighbor. What could go wrong? warnings; spicy make out session, suggestive content, mild panic attack at the beginning but nothing bad, being stuck on an elevator word count; 2k words notes; another little knives fic!

Your feet hurt.

That’s the only thing you can think of as you rush into your run down apartment building. After a long day at your shitty job, it’s as if you can barely walk. You are now desperately wishing there was some way for you to teleport from your current position into the warmth of your apartment. But, magic obviously doesn't exist. So you’re just gonna have to live with walking all the way up to the fifth floor. 

Unless….

You find yourself stopping next to the old elevator. The red paint is falling off the double doors, and the lights above it are flickering on and off.  That’s a bad omen. Not to mention you already really don’t trust this thing. Plenty of people use it, sure, but you know the moment you step through those metal doors something will definitely go wrong. The building is too old, and taking the stairs normally isn’t too much of a problem. 

However you worked a double shift today, and your feet are desperate for a break. You bite your lip and reach out to touch the little button that indicates you want to go up. Your finger hovers over it as you decide what to do. Should you brave the metal death trap? Or should you kill your feet by going up the stairs? It’s quite the dilemma. 

Before you can decide, someone behind you clears their throat. You flip around, eyes widening. You’re prepared to offer an apology for standing there like a dumbass, but the words die on your lips the moment you notice who’s there. Oh no. Standing behind you is none other than your hot but annoying next door neighbor. 

He’s standing there, arms crossed as he looks down at you with his icy blue eyes. His platinum blonde hair, which is usually styled perfectly, is a bit messed up. And his eyes look tired, meaning he probably came home from a day alike yours. Of course he still looks amazing, even as he glares down at you.

“Well?” he asks, looking unamused. “Are you gonna press the button, or not?”

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you don’t let him get to you. You’ve had a long day and you’re not gonna let this asshole ruin it even further by embarrassing you. “Have a little patience, will you?” You huff, turning back around. You press your finger against the button. Your decision has been made for you it seems. The elevator dings, and after a few moments the doors  open up. You slink inside and make the corner on the left your temporary home. Knives, your neighbor, stands in the corner opposite from you. He leans against the back of the elevator, his arms still crossed against his broad chest.

In order to keep yourself from checking him out the entire time (he’s still annoying, just really hot too), you pull out your phone. It’s at three percent- but it should last until you make it home. Even if it dies you could always just pretend to be scrolling to save you from the awkward tension in the elevator. 

The elevator makes a few funky noises, and starts to lift up. You feel your heart begin to beat, but you try to calm yourself down. You’re gonna be fine- everything is okay-

And then the elevator jerks, makes another weird noise and stops. The lights go off for a second, before the emergency light flashes on. You cling to your phone behind you and look over at Knives. He looks mildly inconvenienced, his brows slightly turned down. The ever present frown on his face seems to deepen slightly. He meets your gaze and pushes himself up so he’s standing straight. 

This isn’t good.

You feel your heart start to pound, your hands shaking slightly. This is why you never take the damn elevator! You knew this would happen! Your breathing starts coming out a little fast and then- 

“It’s gonna be alright.” 

The usually icy voice says, but this time a little softer. You look over at Knives again. He’s stepped a little closer to you. Is he trying to comfort you? He’s never done that before. “This happens all the time- It’s just stuck. We just need to press the emergency button, and they’ll come get us out soon.” he explains matter of factly, and strangely it helps. You feel yourself calming down. 

He walks over to your side and presses the emergency button.  A few seconds later another voice picks up, and the guy talks to Knives for a little while. Before the call ends, the man lets you guys know that someone will be over as soon as possible to let you out.

And now all that’s left to do is wait. 

You’re less panicked now, knowing that everything is going to be okay. But you still don’t feel amazing about being trapped inside an elevator with your neighbor. An awkward silence takes over for a few moments, only broken because Knives is still worried you’re freaking out. 

“I told you it would be okay.” he mumbles, and while it comes off as a little cold, you can tell he’s trying to comfort you. You smile slightly and nod. “Yeah….thanks…” He’s never actually been this nice to you before. Most of the time he’s offering snide remarks about you being too loud- or pounding on the door to let you know that he can hear your singing in the shower. It seems this man is always out to mock or embarrass you, which is why this softer side of him is weird to see. 

The silence takes over again. You look down at your phone, it flashes the low battery sign and shuts off. Letting out a sigh you put it back into your pocket and slump against the wall.  “How long does it usually take them to get here?” you ask, assuming he's been in the position before. He shrugs. “It can take up to an hour…sometimes longer if they’re already busy.” You let out a small groan. Knives rolls his eyes. “What, can’t stand being stuck with me for an hour?”

Great. An hour stuck in this shitty elevator with this guy’s attitude problem is already back.

“No, actually, the idea makes me kind of sick.” you respond, sending him a glare. He matches your glare. “Well it’s not like I’m any happier.” He says, his tone indicating that he’s clearly already annoyed. You turn your head away, sticking your nose up in the air. “I wish i had taken the stairs-”

“Me too. Then maybe I’d finally get a moment of peace.” he sneers.

Ouch. That kind of hurts. What’s this guy’s deal anyway? He’s hated you ever since you moved in. you even tried to be nice to him! The first day you got there you introduced yourself all politely. You even baked him some cookies! Still, he’s given you nothing but heated glares and sarcastic comments. You don’t know when, but you started hating him too at some point.

“What’s your problem with me anyway?” you ask, facing him again with venom in your eyes. “My problem? My problem is that you’re loud. You stomp all around your little apartment, not caring that some of us are trying to get some goddamn sleep!”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I actually like to enjoy my life at home!” you yell throwing your arms up in the air. “Apology accepted.” he responds cooly, offering a small smirk. 

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re annoying.” When did he get so close?

“I hate you.” 

Suddenly his lips are slamming against yours. You let out a little gasp, letting yourself get completely devoured by the heated kiss. His hands grip your hips, pushing you back against the wall. You come to your senses at once, kissing back with just as much fervor. You snake your arms up his body and around his neck, hanging onto him. His teeth dig into your bottom lip, making you part your lips to let out a small yelp. He takes this chance to shove his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch. 

After a while of this open mouth kiss, he pulls away. Panting, he eyes you up and down with a want in his eye. “I hate you too.” he responds finally. His voice is low, almost like a growl. Once again you’re kissing. Although, you’re unsure if it’s you, him, or both who lean in this time.  

His hands slide down your body, kneading and grabbing every inch till they land on your ass. He cups your cheeks and squeezes, before he hoists you up into the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, gripping onto him as tight as you can. He shoves you back, so the wall is supporting the both of you as you kiss. Your lips continue to dance together, desperately nipping at one another. 

One of his hands travels up your body until it finds its home in your hair. He yanks back on your locks, forcing your head back. His lips disconnect with yours. You whimper, your lips swollen from the rough kiss. He growls again, and leans his head down to the crook of your neck. After a few seconds, you feel his teeth sink into the soft flesh. A moan leaves your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

What is happening? 

He moves his lips up your neck and bites down in a different place, making you moan again. He continues to move upwards until his lips graze against your ear. “You’re so fucking annoying.” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

“So loud.” he tugs on your hair. “Always has company over- never thinks about the people living around you. I can hear you singing at ungodly hours- and you slam your door when you leave. Did you know that? Every time you leave your house, you slam the door.” He bites down on your neck again. “But worst of all- I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

Your face feels like it’s a million degrees at this point, and you know you’re breathing heavily. What is he saying? Does he know what he’s doing to you? He must. When he pulls away to look at you, he has a satisfied smirk on his face. “What?” he asks, tilting his head. “Got nothing to say now?”

You glare and yank his head down towards you, crashing your lips against his again. Your tongues intertwine. It feels amazing until- 

The elevator makes a weird noise, and the lights flicker back on. It shakes, then starts to lift up. Knives pulls away from you and looks around. He sighs and steps back as you slowly let your legs drop to the floor. Once you’re settled, he back away to his corner again, fixing his hair so he looks presentable. 

You do the same, smoothing down your clothes and combing your fingers through your hair. The elevator keeps moving up, and stops at your floor. The two of you walk out, and head down the hallways towards your apartments. You fiddle with your keys, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Knives suddenly asks, his apartment door already opened. “Don’t you want to come inside?” he asks. You almost drop your keys at the question. You step through his door, his hand on your lower back as he guides you in.

You suddenly can’t remember why you decided to take the elevator in the first place.

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~Jotaro x GN!Reader~ Beach Date

This is a trade piece for @crypticspacecat from Melk's discord trade event!! It was so much fun to write I love writing Jotaro smmmm

Minors DNI 18+ Only cw: none wc:1.8k

The warm rays of the sun hit the back of your neck as you trudge along the shore, kicking up sand with each step. An assigned university project requires you and a partner to visit a local beach to report and present on the topic of how pollution is harming marine life, beachgoers being the main focus of said project. 

As if a group project was not already nerve-wracking enough, your school crush chose you of all people to pair up with. Kujo Jotaro, the smartest guy in the entire school and your number-one crush, asked you to be his partner for this assignment for no reason. He just decided to pick you over everyone else in class. Little did you know he had more in mind than just getting the project done. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jotaro had been eyeing you since the start of the semester, stealing glimpses of you on campus and during class while trying to figure out a slick way to make you his. This project would be exactly what he needed, the perfect excuse to take you to a bustling boardwalk filled with small businesses and exciting games. And Jotaro made sure he had plenty of funds to spoil you all day. He waited so long to make a move he wanted to go all out, after you finished your project of course. 

Treading the sandy terrain looking for examples of pollution caused by the beach guests did not take long. Pieces of hard plastic, candy wrappers, and cigarette buds littered the once beautiful sand. It pained both of them to see, especially Jotaro with how passionate he has always been about the ocean. Was it so hard to dispose of them properly? He thought not. 

It was upsetting to think about how most of these things ended up in the ocean, harming the marine life living there, and polluting the water in the process. And whatever did not end up in the ocean had the potential to harm land creatures roaming around the beach as well. It was overall detrimental to all kinds of life.

You watched Jotaro as he jotted down notes while walking along the shore and scowling at the visitors who would no doubt leave a mess of trash behind. Your job today was to take photos of any litter found to go with Jotaro’s writing portion of the project. Photos you kept forgetting to take thanks to the breathtaking sight in front of you. The beach was also pretty gorgeous too.

Realizing you have yet to take any pictures whatsoever, you unlocked your phone and tried to catch up. You knew Jotaro would be upset, or worse, disappointed, if you produced no work for him today. What excuse could you even give him? There was plenty of trash to choose from. 

You needed to prove to him that he made the right choice by picking you to be his partner over everyone else in your class. And who knows, maybe something could come out of this. Maybe you could become friends when this is finished. Perhaps start meeting up after school or getting lunch together. Eventually, escalating into something more? You shook the smile off your face and the thoughts from your mind just as Jotaro turned around to check on you. 

“You taking pictures?” Jotaro questioned while pointing at the phone in your hand. At first, you aren’t sure how to respond. If you say “No” he might get upset. Do you just lie to him and say “Yes”? Would he ask to look at them?

 Staring up at him you quickly spill the words, “I want to get a picture of those things over there!” You point in a random direction, hoping something interesting lies within the sand. 

Jotaro glances in the direction where you’re pointing, plastic soda can holders poke through the sand just a few feet from your location, disgusting. He grunts in agreement before heading toward it with you following behind. 

You’re glad he didn’t seem to notice your blissful demeanor, you wouldn’t have a good enough fib for him and things could get awkward quickly. As you walk, you sneak in a quick photo of him. His jacket flowed in the wind, looking as graceful as can be. He belonged on the cover of a magazine. Raven hair that seemed to defy the laws of physics, enchanting aquamarine eyes that anyone could easily get lost in, and a resting bitch face perfect for the runway. He was truly stunning in every way. 

The space between you and the trash closes quicker than you anticipated, Jotaro stepping aside to allow you to take photos. You take a few at different angles before lying to Jotaro about wanting to take more pictures of the previous trash but at multiple angles this time, letting you catch up on all the work you didn’t do. 

Silently, Jotaro gave you the okay to go back and retake any pictures you wished, only slightly annoyed. You notice this, not wanting to waste any more time you hurry over to some stray plastic and cigarette buds, snapping several pictures of each before running back to him. 

“Okay, I think I have enough. I can send them to your school email.” You state while slightly out of breath. You started to attach the photos to an email but before you could send them out he stopped you, “I’ll give you my number, it’s better.” 

His number? Jotaro is giving you his number? You didn’t know what to say. Your classmate you had the biggest crush on since the first day of classes is just…giving you his number? You add his number as a contact embarrassingly fast, sending him the photos with your hands visibly shaking. 

With an awkward tone, you let him know you’ve sent them over, but he didn’t take his phone out to check, instead, he pointed toward the boardwalk with his hand close to his hip. “We should go check it out.” Just when you thought you couldn’t be more nervous, now he’s basically asking to hang out outside of school-related work. 

“Su-sure, yeah.” With your heart and mind racing, you agree with him. It would be a nice reward for doing almost nothing for the project all afternoon. Jotaro gestures for you to follow him while walking off the sand and onto the boardwalk. You had only been here once before when you were younger so you hardly remembered what the boardwalk consisted of, but it did give you a sense of comforting nostalgia.

Once your feet were planted on the wooden floor, you brushed off any lingering sand from your legs, admiring the colorful atmosphere. Even though it was so close to the beach, it felt like an entirely different place. It felt as if you were transported to a different location as soon as you stepped off the sand. 

While you were distracted by taking in the beautiful sights, Jotaro studied the different game booths trying to determine which had the best prize lineup. There was Ring Toss, Ball in the Basket, Ping Pong Ball Toss, Tin Can Alley and so much more. His goal of the night is to win you something. Perhaps a plush toy way too big to be practical so you’d be forced to look at it every day and think of him. A toy that’s often represented in media that you will start associating with him and every time you see it you’ll have the urge to message him. This was his plan to make you his. This project was the perfect opportunity for him. 

Jotaro was soon ripped from his thoughts when you ran to one of the booths with excitement.  It was Balloon Darts, a game he could very easily win but none of the prizes stood out to him. They were too small for his liking. No matter, whatever games you wanted to play he’d entertain. 

He pulled out his wallet to pay for your game and was immediately scolded by you, “Jotaro, no! I can’t let you pay for m-” You were cut off by Jotaro calmly telling you to shut up, claiming he had saved money up to spend on the boardwalk today. This passing comment caused your heart rate to spike higher than it already was. Oh, so he planned on playing games with you after your project. You expected to simply part ways after getting all of the information with him, and it was a pleasant surprise when he invited you to walk the boardwalk with him but to find out he planned this all along. He planned to spend more time with you to the point where he thought to save some money for it.

It was almost as if he planned a surprise date for the two of you. 

Your hands trembled once again as you collected the three darts for the game, at this rate you had no chance of popping any of the balloons, your heightened emotions would no doubt get in the way. And you were right. You missed every dart. 

“Better luck next time!” The booth manager faked a cheery smile at you. 

Jotaro nudged you by your shoulder while heading to the game next door to the Balloon Dart one you stood at. Ball in the Basket, and right in the middle of the booth was a large red octopus plush toy. It was cute with cartoon-like features. That’s the one Jotaro wants to win for you, and he knows the perfect trick to do so. Jotaro is paying for his turn when a figure emerges from his body, staying incredibly close to him. His stand, Star Platinum, holds the ball in alignment with Jotaro’s hand, and with a perfect swing, it makes the basket. 

You watch him in awe, amazed at this precision. Two balls left before he could win the octopus for you. He took his stance, the second making it into the basket the same way as the first and the third follows right after. The booth rings with congratulations as Jotaro ignores it and points at his chosen prize, the worker bringing it down and handing it over without even questioning his flawless victory.

Jotaro wastes no time turning around to hand you the oversized toy, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. You’re taken aback by this, “For me?! Are you sure?” You can’t accept that, it’s such a huge toy and he’s way more into marine life than you are. But then again, it would make a nice gift that will be a constant reminder of this amazing day you’ve had with him. School project turned unofficial date. 

With that, you accept his gift, hugging it tightly as the two of you walk to grab a snack nearby. Jotaro looked down at you holding the plush tightly in your arms, a sense of joy filling his chest. You were his now.

[slothpoth]

~Jotaro x GN!Reader~ Beach Date

This is a trade piece for @crypticspacecat from Melk's discord trade event!! It was so much fun to write I love writing Jotaro smmmm

Minors DNI 18+ Only cw: none wc:1.8k

The warm rays of the sun hit the back of your neck as you trudge along the shore, kicking up sand with each step. An assigned university project requires you and a partner to visit a local beach to report and present on the topic of how pollution is harming marine life, beachgoers being the main focus of said project. 

As if a group project was not already nerve-wracking enough, your school crush chose you of all people to pair up with. Kujo Jotaro, the smartest guy in the entire school and your number-one crush, asked you to be his partner for this assignment for no reason. He just decided to pick you over everyone else in class. Little did you know he had more in mind than just getting the project done. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jotaro had been eyeing you since the start of the semester, stealing glimpses of you on campus and during class while trying to figure out a slick way to make you his. This project would be exactly what he needed, the perfect excuse to take you to a bustling boardwalk filled with small businesses and exciting games. And Jotaro made sure he had plenty of funds to spoil you all day. He waited so long to make a move he wanted to go all out, after you finished your project of course. 

Treading the sandy terrain looking for examples of pollution caused by the beach guests did not take long. Pieces of hard plastic, candy wrappers, and cigarette buds littered the once beautiful sand. It pained both of them to see, especially Jotaro with how passionate he has always been about the ocean. Was it so hard to dispose of them properly? He thought not. 

It was upsetting to think about how most of these things ended up in the ocean, harming the marine life living there, and polluting the water in the process. And whatever did not end up in the ocean had the potential to harm land creatures roaming around the beach as well. It was overall detrimental to all kinds of life.

You watched Jotaro as he jotted down notes while walking along the shore and scowling at the visitors who would no doubt leave a mess of trash behind. Your job today was to take photos of any litter found to go with Jotaro’s writing portion of the project. Photos you kept forgetting to take thanks to the breathtaking sight in front of you. The beach was also pretty gorgeous too.

Realizing you have yet to take any pictures whatsoever, you unlocked your phone and tried to catch up. You knew Jotaro would be upset, or worse, disappointed, if you produced no work for him today. What excuse could you even give him? There was plenty of trash to choose from. 

You needed to prove to him that he made the right choice by picking you to be his partner over everyone else in your class. And who knows, maybe something could come out of this. Maybe you could become friends when this is finished. Perhaps start meeting up after school or getting lunch together. Eventually, escalating into something more? You shook the smile off your face and the thoughts from your mind just as Jotaro turned around to check on you. 

“You taking pictures?” Jotaro questioned while pointing at the phone in your hand. At first, you aren’t sure how to respond. If you say “No” he might get upset. Do you just lie to him and say “Yes”? Would he ask to look at them?

 Staring up at him you quickly spill the words, “I want to get a picture of those things over there!” You point in a random direction, hoping something interesting lies within the sand. 

Jotaro glances in the direction where you’re pointing, plastic soda can holders poke through the sand just a few feet from your location, disgusting. He grunts in agreement before heading toward it with you following behind. 

You’re glad he didn’t seem to notice your blissful demeanor, you wouldn’t have a good enough fib for him and things could get awkward quickly. As you walk, you sneak in a quick photo of him. His jacket flowed in the wind, looking as graceful as can be. He belonged on the cover of a magazine. Raven hair that seemed to defy the laws of physics, enchanting aquamarine eyes that anyone could easily get lost in, and a resting bitch face perfect for the runway. He was truly stunning in every way. 

The space between you and the trash closes quicker than you anticipated, Jotaro stepping aside to allow you to take photos. You take a few at different angles before lying to Jotaro about wanting to take more pictures of the previous trash but at multiple angles this time, letting you catch up on all the work you didn’t do. 

Silently, Jotaro gave you the okay to go back and retake any pictures you wished, only slightly annoyed. You notice this, not wanting to waste any more time you hurry over to some stray plastic and cigarette buds, snapping several pictures of each before running back to him. 

“Okay, I think I have enough. I can send them to your school email.” You state while slightly out of breath. You started to attach the photos to an email but before you could send them out he stopped you, “I’ll give you my number, it’s better.” 

His number? Jotaro is giving you his number? You didn’t know what to say. Your classmate you had the biggest crush on since the first day of classes is just…giving you his number? You add his number as a contact embarrassingly fast, sending him the photos with your hands visibly shaking. 

With an awkward tone, you let him know you’ve sent them over, but he didn’t take his phone out to check, instead, he pointed toward the boardwalk with his hand close to his hip. “We should go check it out.” Just when you thought you couldn’t be more nervous, now he’s basically asking to hang out outside of school-related work. 

“Su-sure, yeah.” With your heart and mind racing, you agree with him. It would be a nice reward for doing almost nothing for the project all afternoon. Jotaro gestures for you to follow him while walking off the sand and onto the boardwalk. You had only been here once before when you were younger so you hardly remembered what the boardwalk consisted of, but it did give you a sense of comforting nostalgia.

Once your feet were planted on the wooden floor, you brushed off any lingering sand from your legs, admiring the colorful atmosphere. Even though it was so close to the beach, it felt like an entirely different place. It felt as if you were transported to a different location as soon as you stepped off the sand. 

While you were distracted by taking in the beautiful sights, Jotaro studied the different game booths trying to determine which had the best prize lineup. There was Ring Toss, Ball in the Basket, Ping Pong Ball Toss, Tin Can Alley and so much more. His goal of the night is to win you something. Perhaps a plush toy way too big to be practical so you’d be forced to look at it every day and think of him. A toy that’s often represented in media that you will start associating with him and every time you see it you’ll have the urge to message him. This was his plan to make you his. This project was the perfect opportunity for him. 

Jotaro was soon ripped from his thoughts when you ran to one of the booths with excitement.  It was Balloon Darts, a game he could very easily win but none of the prizes stood out to him. They were too small for his liking. No matter, whatever games you wanted to play he’d entertain. 

He pulled out his wallet to pay for your game and was immediately scolded by you, “Jotaro, no! I can’t let you pay for m-” You were cut off by Jotaro calmly telling you to shut up, claiming he had saved money up to spend on the boardwalk today. This passing comment caused your heart rate to spike higher than it already was. Oh, so he planned on playing games with you after your project. You expected to simply part ways after getting all of the information with him, and it was a pleasant surprise when he invited you to walk the boardwalk with him but to find out he planned this all along. He planned to spend more time with you to the point where he thought to save some money for it.

It was almost as if he planned a surprise date for the two of you. 

Your hands trembled once again as you collected the three darts for the game, at this rate you had no chance of popping any of the balloons, your heightened emotions would no doubt get in the way. And you were right. You missed every dart. 

“Better luck next time!” The booth manager faked a cheery smile at you. 

Jotaro nudged you by your shoulder while heading to the game next door to the Balloon Dart one you stood at. Ball in the Basket, and right in the middle of the booth was a large red octopus plush toy. It was cute with cartoon-like features. That’s the one Jotaro wants to win for you, and he knows the perfect trick to do so. Jotaro is paying for his turn when a figure emerges from his body, staying incredibly close to him. His stand, Star Platinum, holds the ball in alignment with Jotaro’s hand, and with a perfect swing, it makes the basket. 

You watch him in awe, amazed at this precision. Two balls left before he could win the octopus for you. He took his stance, the second making it into the basket the same way as the first and the third follows right after. The booth rings with congratulations as Jotaro ignores it and points at his chosen prize, the worker bringing it down and handing it over without even questioning his flawless victory.

Jotaro wastes no time turning around to hand you the oversized toy, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. You’re taken aback by this, “For me?! Are you sure?” You can’t accept that, it’s such a huge toy and he’s way more into marine life than you are. But then again, it would make a nice gift that will be a constant reminder of this amazing day you’ve had with him. School project turned unofficial date. 

With that, you accept his gift, hugging it tightly as the two of you walk to grab a snack nearby. Jotaro looked down at you holding the plush tightly in your arms, a sense of joy filling his chest. You were his now.