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chuluoyi · 9 months

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found you

- gojo satoru x reader

in a world in which he isn't the strongest and you're the high school's sweetheart, fate brought you to him once again

genre/warnings: reincarnation au, fluff/comfort

notes: a sequel to everything, but not anything

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Everyone knows you. You hold most of the popular guys' hearts in your hand and either break them unknowingly or innocently, and despite that, they still don't have it in them to hate you.

And of course, the school's clown, Gojo Satoru, knows you too. He knows you by name and face, but never had the chance to really talk to you directly.

Why? First, he just simply didn't bother, and second, because there was already another girl plaguing him—the girl of his dreams.

And he didn't mean it figuratively... there's indeed a girl haunting him every once in a while in his dreams. A girl whose face was always obscured from his mind, whom he couldn't picture outside the realm of his slumber. Most of the time it was a happy dream, enough to bring a smile to his face every time he woke up.

But sometimes, it was the most disturbing nightmare.

There would be blood, the girl's empty eyes and still body, and him screaming out at her to not die. But then he couldn't do anything—or even see her open her eyes—as he fell into an abyss and awakened in pure terror.

Satoru was convinced someone held this massive grudge on him for pranking them that they resorted to curse him with voodoo or something. Why else would he keep having these dreams about the very same girl? It was clearly a work of something greater.

You were just not interested in romance. At least not with the guys who were after you up until now.

Or perhaps, because there was this guy in your dreams that captivated you so much that you chose to ditch those real guys for him. This imaginary person.

You were going insane. You were sure of it.

When you explained your affliction to your best friend Riko, she shot you a very bombastic side eye but tried to get you to describe the boy in your dreams regardless.

"He..." you faltered. His face was always blurry in your mind's eye. There were little things that you were sure of. "He has a really cute grin? Crinkling eyes? Like he just likes to smile?"

"Y/N, did you hear yourself?" Riko asked you incredulously. "Are you sure it isn't one of the guys in your anime shows? I'm telling you, watching them too much makes you delusional."

And so your girl talk with her ended up with her pushing you to try this hit dating app that guarantees you to go on at least one date due to its many fascinating features. You tried it on sheer whim and didn't even use your real name. You had been swiping right and left, before suddenly stopped when you saw whose profile popped up in your screen.

Gojo Satoru.

He was in your grade, and he was hard to miss. The school's biggest troublemaker who held the highest record of being sent to the disciplinary room. You never got to talk to him, and before today you were sure you wouldn't even look at him twice. So he plays these things too?

Your type definitely wasn't delinquents or attention-seekers. But why is it that the more you gaze at his profile picture—of him with this widest grin and that funny round glasses—the more you are intrigued?

In the end, you swiped right.

Just because he didn't bother to be in a serious relationship or had a girl who held onto him in his dreams, it didn't mean that he was shying away from real life girls. Satoru, as much of a headbanger as he was, was popular. Some girls were into him and he didn't exactly let his chances to fool around pass.

Girls with questionable virtues though. Suguru, whose popularity was as much as him just in the right way, would always say that his tastes were bad. Shoko would straight up mock him as a wimp, for not having the courage to go after the right girl, such as you.

And so when on one of his boring days that he played with a dating app he found a profile who swiped him right with a picture that was you but a name that wasn't, he was taken by surprise and twice as curious.

For one, he knew it was you. And hey, you were interested in him?

Satoru took up on that offer. Taking advantage of it as now he had the chance.

The two of you exchanged messages in the dating app. He'd tell you his thoughts or crack funny jokes, and you'd reply with these many laughing emojis and stickers.

Until one day, when your conversation went like this...

you: really? but girls must be lining up for you and you could've had your pick from them gojo: nah most of ‘em all boring you: what a red flag. after a while surely you'll find me boring too gojo: you? haha no. boring people don't do things you do you: ...what do you mean?

You and him had this texting thing going on for more than a month already, but you still weren't aware that he knew that it was you.

gojo: you're y/n

And he figured that it was time to go face-to-face. Because he wanted to get to know you beyond this phone screen because who knows what more you faked other than your name?

After he busted you not so gently, he demanded that you'd go on a date with him. You could only lament—you couldn't say that you hadn't seen this coming, with how poor your disguise was. Then again, did you even intend on hiding from him in the first place? Now that you thought about it, no. You were quite alright even when he knew who you were.

On the said day, just right after school ended, he went to the agreed place to take out out to a famous cafe in Shibuya. Only to find a guy from basketball team bowing his head before you.

"I really like you!" the guy declared with sincerity and steadfastly. He was tall, quite famous too. By all means, the two of you would've made a fine pair.

Satoru just frowned. Suddenly he didn't like the sight before him. This wasn't the first time he saw someone confessing their feelings for you—you were famous for that. And anyway, the two of you were just friends even though you've been texting for a long time now. He shouldn’t be upset.

"Ah," you let out a small sigh, your face lit with realization. Your voice was soft to Satoru's ears. Too soft. It resembled something someone had told him a long, long time ago.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" "Of course."

That voice held the same softness as you did just now.

"I'm sorry," you proceeded to say, giving a look of sympathy to your admirer. "I'm very flattered, and I thank you for that. But I have no room for—"

"Y/N-chan!" Satoru didn't know where this immense impulse came from, he just went with it and it terribly spooked you. You jumped and whipped your head at him, eyes widened in total surprise.

But he merely sauntered towards you, only with his winning grin and nothing else, until he was right next to you, staring down the basketball guy with so much mirth in his blue eyes.

"Hello to you." Satoru addressed him, then put his arms on your shoulder, ignoring how you immediately stiffened. "Too bad, today she is going with me."

You couldn't believe what he just said and before you could rectify anything, the guy who just confessed to you bolted away in humiliation. You immediately untangled yourself from his arms, ready to be cross.

Or at least until you stared straight to his cerulean blue eyes.

And he too, saw his reflections in your orbs.

Suddenly everything didn't matter. You were lost into his eyes as he did yours. As the lines of dream and reality twisted and turned.

Suddenly, Satoru could put a face to the girl he'd been seeing on his nightly wonders. Her smile. Your smile.

And you could see the boy who loved you to death in him. The one who took your heart with him, and agreed to go with you for the second time.

All it took was gazing into these eyes of yours to make the connection. Everything seems right. So right.

As if the two of you are destined for this very moment. As if you’re given everything to understand why you should meet him now.

I found you.

As sudden as it came flowing to your brain—all these images that overlapped with your dreams—it ended. You came back to reality.

“You’re insufferable,” you hissed at Satoru, pushing away the fog in your mind.

“Am I?” a shit-eating grin formed at his glossy lips. “But it’s true, you’re on a date with me today.”

And so you went to your very first date. Satoru was every bit the same as the guy who messaged you on that dating app. He was outspoken, effortlessly funny, but still, a bit annoying here and there.

It was strange how comfortable you got around him, even though it was practically your first interaction.

Soon the number of dates increased. Two, three, four—and so on. Soon, everyone knows. Riko questioned you if you were sure to pick him out of all fishes you could’ve picked. In a way, you weren’t sure. It depends on this question: what are you to him anyway?

Meanwhile, on Satoru’s side, everyone either cheered for or envied him. Suguru patted him on his back, thinking he finally got the right senses. And he found himself to like you very much. He couldn’t go a day without thinking what you were doing or messing with you. You were kind, cute and pretty, and as he said it himself, he likes pretty things.

So it came as a surprise when you blurted out that burning question, sounding so unsure and overall out of your character, whereas you should already know how he put his heart on his sleeves for you to grab.

“Are you messing with me?” he gawked. But when he saw hurt crossed on your face, he was thrown into panic. “No—I mean…”

He exhaled sharply. He wasn’t used to this confessing thing at all because usually he didn’t need it.

“I really like you, okay? You do know that I like you, at the very least?”

With that, your relief was visibly palpable, like a sun that went out of its hiding. The hopeful gleam in your eyes—Gods, Satoru wanted to protect that forever.

“With that being said…” he wanted to look cool, he didn’t want to mess this up. And so he extended his hand to you, opening his palm.

“Would you go out with me?”

It was probably the first time you saw him so sincere. He was playful, flippant and overall just a menace, but when he asked you this, he looked as if he brought out his heart for you to see.

When you breathed out a “Yes”, and intertwined your fingers in his, he was over the moon, smothering you with kisses.

From that point onwards, your romance book was brimming with moments that sparkled, ranging from the sweet to the passionate. Each experience with him felt like a first, yet there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if you had known him somewhere from a long time ago.

Those dreams of you and him from somewhere at another time brought the two of you together once again. With their purpose fulfilled, you no longer had to traverse the realm of dreams to be with the boy who had always provided you comfort with his presence. Likewise, he was no longer haunted by the recurring vision of you fading away before his eyes.

Because now, you and Gojo Satoru have a new life. A life where both of you can find happiness together.

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gardenialver · 8 days

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Delinquent

synopsis - perhaps the school's delinquent wasn't as bad as they had thought

pairing - kiyoko shimizu

content - fluffy, there are violent parts, mentions/allusions of blood, fights, sexual harassment (similar to terushima), mentions of drugs

Kiyoko Shimizu

Kiyoko's heard of Karasuno's infamous delinquent, they were after all in the same year, she's seen peeks of her every now and then at school, during sports festivals, orientations, club meetings, in the halls, in the cafeteria

Your appearance never bothered her despite the fact that it was very delinquent like, coloured hair, pierced ears, tousled uniform and a tie or bow that hung around your shoulders

However, there were many parts of your appearance that said otherwise to you being so delinquent like, the little pins on your bag and keychains that hung off of it, the tinted lip balm she'd see you reapply every now and then, your cute rings and bento boxes, even your earrings were cute and only punkish on your lazy days

She has heard the stories about you, the girl who shoved the head of the school council into the school's dumpster, the girl who smashed someone's entire lab experiment and didn't even wince at the glass stuck in your skin, the girl who once emptied Takehiko Oishi's bag, the bag that belonged to the most sought after boy in school and smashed his phone and embarassed him in front of the school, there were also rumors that you had tattoos and did drugs

But, Kiyoko has never minded them, she's never minded you and doesn't really look into you, even if you were her type

At the moment, all Kiyoko Shimizu wished someone like the "Karasuno Demon" would appear and get rid of all the middle aged men who were asking her to follow them.

"Oh come on, a sweet girl like you should know what a good time is," "I'm sorry but I have some where to be," "Don't worry doll we can take better care of you," They begun to touch Kiyoko and seemed to become even more smug as she recoiled from their touch.

One of them seemed to be aiming to grab her chest, that was until it was slapped off of her, someone appeared in front of her in a flash. A side kick was delivered to the stomach of the man who had attempted to touch Kiyoko and he was blown away into a wall.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't have come here sooner, please find a safer place and look away and cover your ears, madamoiselle," A hand pointed to a sidewalk closer to a more populated area, looking behind to the source of the hand, dark ocean eyes met warm ones, the feeling your eyes held were one of warmth and compassion, like honey, large fluffy plushies, and sweet tea.

That was until another word was thrown towards Kiyoko about her body, eyes that once looked at her with such gentleness became sharp, a glint of fiercity and loathing.

You sprinted towards the group of men, turning around to mouth a 'stay safe please' to Kiyoko. Kiyoko jogged towards the spot you told her to go to, clutching the fabric close to her chest. That was the Karasuno demon and the Karasuno demon had saved her.

More importantly the Karasuno demon looked at her as if-as if she were the most bewitching person ever, Kiyoko felt, enchanted but there was something else, you called her madamoiselle, how odd. She couldn't help but giggle about it and as she turned her attention to where you once were, you were gone with the men having been piled up and left on the ground.

"Is this yours mademoiselle?" Kiyoko spun around in surprise to see you holding her hat, it must've fallen as she ran away, "Are you by chance [Name] [Last Name]."

You stared at the girl, and Kiyoko saw that same warmth return to your eyes, as if she had slipped into her bed into the winter while the heating pad was on. "Oh, why yes that is me, um, you're Kiyoko Shimizu?" She nodded with a smile.

"Um, Ms. Shimizu, would you be ok if I accompany you to your destination, just to ensure that you arrive without facing harm," "Why yes, Ms. [Last Name] that would be ok, but may I ask about your vocabulary, it's a bit different from the dialect you usually hear here in Miyagi."

You smiled at her, "It's alright, I have been adjusting but I grew up in a different country than Japan so I am still adjusting my dialect, I believe I may be grasping the idea of it but it still catches me confused," A giggle came out of the girll and you looked at her in shock, even her laugh sounded like bells, but bell sounds that would come from flowers in specific.

The two of you walked beside each other. "Is it ok if I ask you some questions [Last Name]-san," "Please just [Name] and go ahead," "By any chance do any of the rumors spoken about you bother you?" You looked at her with a grin, offering her a candy, "Well if they're true there's nothing I can do against them can I, I mean either then the one's that aren't, I don't do drugs, um, and I never will."

"It's simply that those rumors were innate in having the inability to possess information that is necessary to understand the full capacity of these situations, Takehiko Oishi took unsolicited photos of girls he would be with without their consent to do so and would show them to his friends, one of those girl's confided in me which is how I knew, I decided to take action on what was right to me, after all rumors don't affect me much now, unless they're about me doing drugs and hurting people recklessly, I promise I don't do drugs."

You seemed to be pouty after saying that and Kiyoko couldn't happen but to laugh in the irony of the situation, "I believe you [Name], would it be ok if I were to eat lunch with you on some days," Your eyes lit up and your cow lick began moving back and forth like a dog's tail.

"Yes, of course, it would be my pleasure," "Please say hi to me in the halls then, oh there are the friends I'll be meeting up with, thank you for protecting me [Name]," You handed her a small machine.

Kiyoko's head tilted in confusion, "It's a beepy, if you're in trouble, press the button there and I'll come running for you, it'll share your location and everything but only when you beep it so I promise I won't stalk you,"

You stared at it for a bit before taking it back, arms waving in panic, "Of-of course you don't have to accept it though, it's obviously kinda creepy if you think more in-depth into it, and it definitely crosses many boundaries that you may have so I shouldn't be offering this so carelessy, I'm so sorry,"

Another laugh rang through your ears and slender fingers took the machine from your own, "Thank you so much, now I have a guardian angel looking after me, thank you so much [Name], good bye now,"

As she jogged off you waved at her until she turned away and you went to walk off on your own. Kiyoko made her way to the other third years, "Was that the Karasuno demon just now?" Asahi asked nervously, "Yeah, she's particularly sweet," Kiyoko smiled at your fleeting figure.

The Kiyoko Effect

Kiyoko would seek you out every other lunch period and the two of you would sit together under a tree a bit away from the school, the first time she ate lunch with you, she was surprised at how informal your speech became, you however watched as many shows you could, reality, variety, animation, documentary, romcom, horror, thriller, game, dramas, sports, just to be able to have something to talk about with her

The volleyball team was not really fond of the idea of their older manager being around someone referred to as a "demon" but Kiyoko got really angry really quickly at them and so they shut up

Their images of you changed when they saw you feeding Kiyoko, flexing your muscles only in a way to tell her she should eat more to get stronger and that she shouldn't care about body image, the way the next lunch you were braiding flowers to place on her head as she ranted passionately, the next lunch a few crows sat on your head and suddenly you became really flustered, offering them some of your rice, so it was safe to say that they viewed the "Karasuno demon" as they viewed their ace

Yachi was the first one Kiyoko introduced to you, you had switched out all your piercings that day to look as friendly as possible, you even prepared a small cake to give to her so you wouldn't look too scary, after a lot of reassurance from Kiyoko, you and Yachi sspent a few hours talking together, about desserts and favourites

One day Kiyoko asked you what you would do outside of school and why you would always be in a rush to leave school, "Oh, I have 6 younger siblings," and you emitted a sigh, "I have another one coming on the way," Kiyoko was so shocked to hear that, "Oh, at least your parents have a good relationship?" You laughed at the way she tried to comfort you, "It's ok but I have a brother three years younger than me, a sister five, another brother eight, another sister twelve, fraternal twins one boy one girl fifteen, and the one coming is also girl, but I pick up the two from middle school, drop him off at soccer, me and my sister go pick up the other two from elementary school, I drop the older one off at gymnastics, I take the two and get them a snack and then I pick up the twins from daycare and we go to a park, then I do some groceries, and then I take the dogs on a walk, technically I'm taking the four of them on a walk, get my siblings started on their homework, drop the twins off at their friends house, I take the two middle kids with me to do some extra shopping and then they help me make dinner, every other day they do fencing though, I used to do kick boxing and taekwondo but I quit after we moved to Japan." "Wow you're so cool [Name],"

Around school people eventually began to refer to you as Kiyoko's dark knight, how Kiyoko has a demon protecting her. This mainly stemmed from the fact that half of the student population watched you punch Terushima

Kiyoko likes to buy earrings and rings for you, and given your many siblings, it wasn't a surprise that you also had 6 favourite characters. However, that number grew to 7 when you confessed to her and Chelsea from beatcats was soon a plush keychain you carried around everywhere but also a plush you'd go to sleep with

Your delinquency also changed a bit when you and Kiyoko started dating and everyone would smile to her in the halls, but Kiyoko changing you didn't mean you'd glare at anyone who'd look at her with anything more than respect and admiration

Bonus

"Kiyoko, are you cold," You look worriedly at your girlfriend who came out in a thin jacket, "I'm alright [Name], don't worry," She kissed your nose.

The more you walked, the more uncomfortable you began to feel and Kiyoko felt a weight pressing on her shoulders. Your parka had been removed from your body and placed on top of her, holding it out you motioned for your girlfriend to place her arms in one sleeve then moved to the other.

The snow crunched as you ran around to help her but you didn't mind, soon your scarves were also traded, a thin pink scarf wrapped around your neck while a thicker, fluffy white scarf was wrapped around hers, you pulled the back of the scarf up to make a hood, covering her ears.

You crouched down to her feet and placed a heat back in each shoe, "There, now my baby is all warm," You run away cheekily and your lovely track girlfriend catches up to you, slipping her arm into yours.

"You know [Name], although people call you the Karasuno demon, you feel more like a guardian angel," You kissed her free hand, pretending to bite it.

"Well, your role in your club is to look after 13 others so now it's time for me to look after you, my precious, and sweet, and pretty, and cute, and lovely, and beautiful, and divine, and angelic, and darling girlfriend,"

Kiyoko's flowery, bell-like laughter fills the cold air and she leans into you. Your fingers move to wrap her hand and she moved her hands into the jacket you placed her in, "My dark knight," And the two of you kiss, just as sweet as the day the two of you met.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu fic #karasuno #kiyoko shimizu #kiyoko x reader #hq kiyoko #haikyuu kiyoko #fluff

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sweetheart-sunghoon · 2 years

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𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻

♡ wc › 3k.

♡ contains › vampire au, vampire!jay, human!reader, fem!reader, swearing, vague descriptions of violence, implied sexual activity, jay calls reader sweetheart, reader is a snob and jay is an ass.

♡ summary › being what is essentially a bodyguard for a school which plays hosts to both humans and vampires isn't exactly your idea of a good time. especially when one particular ass-of-a-vampire makes it his personal mission to piss you off. even more especially when he ends up rescuing you.

♡ a/n › my beta reader is grammerly so apologies if there's still mistakes.

An elite boarding school for the rich, the famous, the academically gifted, and, of course, vampires. A school full of cocky kids, spoiled brats and blood-sucking demons. What could go wrong?

A lot, in your humble opinion, but you are determined not to let it be so.

Although it is common knowledge among the regular students that the students in the east dorm building are vampires, the school found it best to keep the mortal and immortal separate. Not only do night classes better suit the fanged students, but it decreases the chances of day students offering up their blood or night students coercing them into doing so.

However, there are always students out to cause trouble. Whether it be hungry night students skipping class or love-struck day students sneaking out of their dorm, there are enough behavioural issues to warrant a security patrol. With a school as prestigious and pricey as yours, one would expect them to hire the best in the business, highly skilled and trained professionals. Well, one would be wrong.

Who would hire a professional security team when they could just straddle the borderline of child labour and enlist students to patrol the grounds?

Satisfied that no delinquent students are creeping around the top floor, you head towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. You reach the stairs and freeze seeing a figure at the bottom, sitting on the windowsill. Poised like a great artist's muse, one leg reaches down to the ground and the other is cocked up on the window ledge to offer their arm a place of rest. Their head rests against the glass, chin angled up, eyes closed.

Pretentious fuck, you think. No way anyone actually sits like that. This is likely just some egotistical night class student waiting for an innocent day class student to walk by and become enthralled by their beauty.

"You should be in class," you say loudly as you descend the stairs.

The student turns to you and, lo-and-behold, their eyes glow red. “Y/N. My favourite human."

"Get to class, Jay," you say sternly. Of all the night class students it had to be him.

"Come on now, Y/N," he says, jumping off the ledge as you reach the landing. His voice is both sultry and teasing.

It irks you.

"No need to be so cold," he continues, reaching out to brush the hair away from your neck. "Especially when your blood is so warm."

You slap his hand away before he can touch you. "You're disgusting,” you spit, trudging down the rest of the stairs.

Using his enhanced speed, Jay meets you at the bottom. “You know you love me, Y/N.”

“When pigs fly," you retort, shouldering past him.

“Funny. Last semester during home weekend, I don't remember seeing any winged swine." His smirk is crystal clear in his voice when he says, “But maybe I was just distracted.”

Breath catching, you whip around and ram your hand against Jay's throat, shoving him against the banister. "You prick."

"Whoa," Jay chuckles. "This isn't how I remember it. Not bad, though."

"Shut up," you say through gritted teeth. "I was drunk and you know it."

"Yes, but so was I, sweetheart."

"Meaning that neither of us was thinking straight. There's a reason it only happened once."

"Ahh, so you finally admit it happened." Jay smirks and it hits you that this was his goal: all he wanted was for you to finally admit what you had been passionately denying for the past two months. Jay finds a devious amount of joy in pissing off others, and reminding you of your drunken dalliance never fails to rile you up.

Determined not to let him make a fool of you any longer, you shoot him your deadliest glare then turn on your heel, barking, “Get to class!” as you walk away.

Over the next week, Jay makes it his personal mission to find you during your guardian shifts and do everything in his power to annoy the shit out of you. And every time you get the urge to kick him in the balls, you have to remind yourself that any reaction you give him, no matter how violent, will only reward him.

“You know, I have some relatives coming to visit soon,” Jay says as you make your rounds through the gardens on Friday night, your last guardian shift for the month.

“Didn’t ask,” you say, trying to walk faster, but of course, Jay easily keeps up with your pace.

“They’re only coming for a couple of days to see if they’re interested in attending the school.”

“Don’t care.”

Jay chuckles. “Of course you do.” He halts his steps with a sigh, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Ah, alas, I have Business Studies to attend to.”

“Oh, you’re leaving? What a shame,” you quip with an eye roll, barely pausing to flash him a sarcastic smile before walking away from him.

Jay grins his devilish grin. “I know you’ll miss me.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will,” he calls.

“No, I won’t!”

You hear a chuckle followed by a gust of wind, probably from Jay either jumping onto the nearest building ledge or running to the nearest entrance to avoid being scolded for tardiness.

Letting out a breath, you relish in the newfound quiet. Some crickets and other nocturnal bugs serenade you as you stroll through the west garden, and you can faintly hear the centre-piece fountain softly bubbling somewhere ahead of you. Moments like these are a rare positive to your guardian role. The cool night air washes the tension out of your muscles, and a serene smile slips onto your lips. You wish you could stay here all night, but you know you can't. So, you make your way through the garden and start patrolling behind the cobblestone buildings. These west buildings are a hotspot for first years trying to get a glimpse of the vampire students.

Rounding the corner, the garden trees begin to thicken and close in on each other, forming a lush forest, the beauty and vibrance of which is only highlighted by the silvery rays of moonlight streaming through the foliage. The only sound out here is the soft wind rustling the outer branches of the trees and the occasional owl. So when a twig snaps, it sounds like an explosion. Head whipping in the direction of the sound and hand sliding the retractable staff strapped to your thigh, you make your way into the trees. In your three years of being a guardian, you’ve taken out the staff many times to scare students back to their dorms, but only twice have you actually used it. The prickle running up your spine tells you tonight may be number three.

“I know you’re there,” you call into the night, the stars and moon lighting your way through the trees. “It’s forbidden for both day and night students to be out here without a teacher at this time of night.”

“Luckily, we’re not students,” says a malicious voice behind your. Definitely not a student.

Your training kicks in as you slide the staff out of its strap and extend it, spinning around to aim the pole at the throat of the stranger. He’s wearing a dark suit but it's not a school uniform. His skin has a recognisable discolouration to it.

“Who are you, vampire?” you snarl.

“Travellers,” he drawls, eyes flashing red. “Travellers looking for a snack.”

“Well, you won’t find one here,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Oh, I disagree.” He chuckles, then glances over your shoulder. A cold hand grips your elbow. You dislodge it quickly, spinning and smashing your staff into the owner’s stomach, sending them and their ridiculous green suit to the hard ground.

“Ooh, it can fight,” laughs a new voice.

Not fond of the idea of being ganged up on, you pivet and aim the end of your staff at the first vampire’s neck. He dodges it effortlessly. Feet planted, you twist your upper body to the left, jabbing your staff at his abdomen. He dodges again, predictably stepping to the right where you’ve already kicked out with your right foot. It lands square on his chest, pushing him to the ground with his first accomplice. His second accomplice, the third vampire in total, steps out from the trees.

Her velvet dress drags across the grass as she strolls toward you. “You look tasty.”

“Oh, yeah?” you ask, lowering my stance. “Shame you’ll never know for sure.”

She lunges, clawed hand outreached. You hit her hand away with your staff. She lunges again. You sidestep her, then drop and sweep your leg under her feet. She hits the ground but regains her stance quickly.

“You filthy human,” she growls.

You laugh. From their suits and her dress and the arrogance that radiates off them, you guess that they’re vampires with a high social status: Level B, one power at least, fifty-fifty chance that they have any sort of formal combat training. Judging from how you’ve managed to knock all three down, it seems they have no training. This should be easy enough then.

The female charges again, a pitchy scream ripping through her. You duck and roll. She stumbles but keeps her upright position. You jump up and charge at her, staff glinting in the moonlight. But before you can jam it into her stomach, a chilling breeze blows across the grass and suddenly there is a pool of mud under you. Your foot slips on the wet ground. Your ankle rolls. You hit the ground. Hard. Any air in your lungs is knocked out of you. Your staff rolls out of your hand.

Fuck. Stupid vampires and their stupid powers. Groaning, you push yourself to sit up. The vampires laugh and the sludge under you disappears. You look up and watch as they stalk towards you, laughing and baring their fangs. Your ankle burns, but you refuse to die this way. You reach for your staff.

“Hey!” a male voice booms, followed by a thump as the owner lands on the ground next to your.

The trio of vampires stops their prowl.

“Jay,” the first vampire says with an arrogant smile. “Cousin, what a coincidence. Come to share a meal?”

Your gaze snaps up to Jay. Cousin? Are these the cousins he was talking about not half an hour ago?

“Actually,” Jay drawls. “I’ve come to collect my property.”

“Your property?” the female asks, looking between Jay and you. “You mean this human is yours?”

Jay turns his head to look down at you, his eyes flashing red. “Indeed, she is.” He lowers himself down to one knee and hooks his finger under your chin. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Your face heats up with annoyance. In any other scenario, you would slap his hand away and spit on his face, calling him all kinds of foul names, but in this scenario, sprawled on the ground before three blood-thirsty monsters and one arrogant prick, you figure your chances of survival are higher with the vampire who at least has the decency to pretend to swear off of human blood.

Choking down your pride, you mumble, “Yes."

“Good girl,” Jay says before slipping his arm around your waist and hoisting you off the ground, pulling you to his side.

He brushes a leaf out of your tangled hair and you glance up at him, surprised to see a hint of tenderness in his eyes as they meet yours. But he turns back to his relatives before you can determine whether it was a trick of the moonlight or if he really was concerned.

“Now that you know this human is mine, I’d appreciate it if you would leave her alone,” Jay says flatly.

“But we’ve been travelling for so long just to see you. Surely, you wouldn’t mind—"

“I would mind.”

“Oh, please,” begs the green-suited vampire pitifully. “We promise not to drink too much. And there’s a whole town nearby with plenty of yummy boys and girls, so if we do, you can just—”

“No!” Jay growls, making his three cousins and you collectively flinch. His grip on your waist tightens in what your hope is an attempt to reassure you. “If you’re so interested in the town, how about you leave us alone and go there yourselves?”

The vampires pause, sharing looks. “You’re being very inconsiderate, Jay.”

Jay doesn’t respond, only glowers at them.

More shared looks.

The female huffs. “Fine, we’ll go. I highly doubt this human would satisfy us anyway. Goodbye, cousin.”

And they’re gone, disappearing into the misty forest. Squawking birds spray up out of the trees, their sleep disturbed by the three vampires speeding through their habitat. Only once the birds have settled back to their branches does Jay relinquish his hold on you, exhaling and stepping back, dragging his hands through his onyx hair.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles. “They can’t even go ten minutes without attacking someone.”

Thoroughly terrified, your mind stutters and your body shudders. Both cry out for bed onto which you can collapse and sleep away the events of this evening. Taking a step forward, a hiss rips up your throat as your ankle buckles under the weight of your body, pain tearing through you like a ferocious clawed animal.

“Y/N!” Jay catches you before you hit the ground. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you nod. “My ankle. Your cousins fight dirty.”

"I'll take you to the nurse."

You shake my head. "She won't be there. Night class can usually heal on their own."

"Then I'll—"

"You won't do anything. I'm taking myself back to the day class dorms. There's a first aid kit in the kitchen."

"Okay. We'll go there." And then, as though you are nothing more than a single blade of grass, Jay scoops you into his arms and starts towards the west dorm block.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you splutter, flailing in his arms. "I said I'll take myself."

He holds you tighter against his chest. The solidity and warmth are somewhat calming. "Don't be stupid. There's no way you'd make it there on your own."

"I'm not stupid," you snarl, reaching up to flick his forehead as hard as you can.

He flinches then returns the act, pinching your side. "Then let me take you there."

"Fine, but you don't have to carry me."

"Yes, I do."

You scoff. "Why? Because I'm your property?"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N," Jay says, maintaining his swift pace. "I didn't mean it at all."

“Then why did you say it?”

Jay sighs. "Long story. Let's just say they're very old-fashioned."

The hint of pain in his expression is unmistakable and you decide not to ask a follow-up question. You’re more concerned with the state of your ankle anyway. "Can we speed this up?"

"You're so demanding," Jay says, dramatising exasperation in his voice. Yet, he continues, "Hold on tight, sweetheart."

"Do I have to?"

"Unless you want another broken ankle."

You roll your eyes. "First of all, it's not broken, just twisted. Second of all, are you insinuating that you're too weak to carry me?"

Jay laughs. "As if." And without another word, he takes off, leaving your yelp of surprise far behind in the forest.

In a little under three seconds, you find yourself being unceremoniously plopped onto a stainless steel benchtop in a large kitchen lit only by the silver moonlight pouring through the window. You have to blink the shock away. You knew vampires were fast but that was something else.

"Where's the first aid kit?" Jay asks.

"Cupboard above the fridge. And there's ice packs in the freezer.” You gingerly lift your foot onto the bench and slide off your shoe and sock. Blotches of bruises are forming already.

"Here." Jay is beside you, holding an ice pack wrapped in a floral hand towel.

You take it from him and hold it against your ankle, grumbling, “Your cousins suck.”

Jay sits beside you, smiling. “I know.”

“If they didn’t have powers, they’d be so dead.”

“I bet they would be.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t care that I just insinuated killing your cousins?”

Jay snorts. “As if. I don’t give a fuck about them. You, on the other hand…”

Your traitorous heart skips a beat. You turn your face away from his gaze. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Y/N—”

“So what’s your power then?” you ask, cutting him off. You've always assumed Jay was a Level C vampire with his head incredibly far up his own ass, but after seeing his relatives use an elemental power you now know he must also be Level B. And not that you'd ever tell him, but there is a twinge of curiosity in you wanting to know what other power Jay possesses.

"Oh? You're asking about me? Do you wish to be closer to me?"

You scoff. "Forget I asked."

He's silent for long enough that you almost think he won't reply, but, of course, he does. Leaning in close enough that his warm breath brushes against your skin, he whispers, "Guess."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "Screw you."

Jay laughs. Then his laughter fades and you can feel his eyes burning holes into you. You turn to find him staring at your now swollen ankle, a furrow between his brows.

"Stop staring at me," you tell him. "I'll go to the nurse’s office first thing in the morning."

"Okay." A beautiful silence. Then… “You know…" Jay says in a sing-song-ish way that has you preemptively rolling your eyes.

"What, Jay?" you sigh, mentally preparing yourself for whatever obnoxious nonsense he's about to throw at you.

Shrugging coyly, he slips his hands into his pant pockets. "Now, I'm not saying you have to… but… I just think… you wouldn’t have to go to the nurse’s office if you just let me bite you and turn you.”

And there it is.

You sigh again. “You and I both know you can’t do that, Jay. Only purebloods can turn humans.”

“I could still try.”

“And fail miserably. No biting.”

"But Y/N—"

"No. Biting."

"You're no fun."

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yanderederee · 1 year

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Delinquents are Cute

a/n: was experimenting with a few ideas about reader’s family life and wrote this as a result. Mostly a spinoff of my Baji x Tutor!Reader series…

tw: Baji beats grown men up, attempted forced entry— nothing major

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“Kei! What is this?” His mom yelled from the living room. This was a familiar scene that played out often. Except instead of a lecture, his mother squealed with joy. “These are the best marks I’ve seen from you yet!” She said, tearing up.

Ironic, he thought again. He promised not to make his mom cry again, and now that he was actually doing well, here she goes crying again. Though, the teenager was proud of the achievement. Not only had he passed every subject, he actually reached 80 percent in Two subjects.

“I’m so proud of you Kei!” She laughed, grappling him into a bear hug. “Knock it off!” He complained. She grinned her canines and ruffled her son’s loose locks. “So when are you gonna let me meet that tutor they assigned you?”

The younger Baji grumbled. He tried really hard to keep your existence a secret from his mom, but it was hard when you sent him home with a bag of whatever fruit was in season since he started walking you home in a routine. That, and there was no way he could achieve this academic spike alone.

He continued to ignore and accept how his mom often let it slide. Apparently not today.

“Oh by the way Kei,” His mom grinned. “As congrats for your grades, I thought I’d make your favorite tonight!”

Food was definitely the way to whip him into a good mood, yet when he met his mom’s eyes, he sensed mischief. “Buuut, you have to invite that wonderful tutor over to join! I’ll even get a cake!”

...

So that's how he found himself hovering his thumb over the call button on the phone, his mother’s intense gaze and solid smile never breaking. With a defeated sign, Keisuke accepted to make the call.

“L/n F/n, how can I help you?” You speak into the phone, casually. “Uhh hey it’ss Baji.” He murmured, awkwardness setting in quickly. “Baji? Hey, crazy you called! I was wondering how your midterms went!” You asked enthusiastically, the pleasant chime reaching his mother’s ears.

Ryoko inhaled a sharp gasp, mouthing, “A girl?!”

Ah shit.

Before Baji even had the chance to react, the phone was snatched out of his loose grip. “Baji Ryoko speaking!~ Thank you so very much for your help! Kei scored higher than ever before! I can’t tell you just how grateful I am!”

‘You're being annoying,’ the youngest Baji growled lowly. “O-oh! Good evening Ms Baji! Please, it was a blast teaching Ke– I-I mean Baji!”

He heard the first syllable of his name, sending a jolt through his body. ‘Oh this was going to be fun,’ the devilish women smirked.

“Oh please! He’s a handful, but you really helped us so much! Please, join us for dinner tonight, if it’s not too late!”

Baji opted to plopping himself on the couch with a groan, losing control of the situation completely, not having the fight to oppose his hard headed mother.

“Dinner...?” You’d whispered, as though looking far away for a moment. “Um... Are you sure? I don’t have anything on hand, but I’m sure I can whip up–” Ryoko cut the humble talk, “No need, I have it all under control! I’ll send Kei to pick you up now!” She announced with a sharp smile. Never failed to scare the shit out of him.

Fine, what the hell, he sighed.

“What are you doing?” Ryoko questioned when Baji went to pull his hair back, though it was freshly washed and extra voluminous. “Huh? Putting my hair up?” He rolled his eyes, dredging to his room, only to exit with his school glasses and– was that deodorant, or.. Cologne? When the hell did he own that?

“Obviously, I mean what’s with the getup so late at night, you dork? You don’t hang out with Chifuyu in that costume.” She huffed, taking the glasses from him.

Kei wanted to jab how it wasn’t her business, but for some reason he didn’t feel like picking a fight. He shrugged, not sure why it was harder to meet his mom’s eyes.

“We don’t hang out, that's why. She’s a classmate. It’s less intimidating, I dunno. Guess I like not being treated like a delinquent all the time.”

He slurred his words near the end, answering more honestly than he’d have liked.

“W-whatever! I’m off!” He huffed, snatching the glasses back before pushing them to the bridge of his nose. “Wait, Kei!” His mom yelled after.

It was tempting to ignore her, but just in case, he listened. Wouldn’t look, but he was listening. Ryoko smiled that he’d allow her even that much. “You’re a good person Kei, I raised you after all, right? You're not hiding anything anyhow, if she’s stuck with you this long, I can’t imagine you can scare her off that easily.”

. . .

Keisuke considered his mom’s advice while walking down the road he’d usually journey with Chifuyu down to school. Lately he's feigned scene after scene to keep you and Chifuyu from interacting.

Why? Honestly, Kei was asking himself that now.

Why?

Why keep you from meeting his friends?

Why did he continue to walk you home, even when it earned him a damn earful from Draken almost nightly?

Why keep you from seeing his face? So what, if you too spat in his face and started putting distance between you two?

Why did he feel irritated whenever you looked him as close in the eye as you could, smiling or asking something of him?

…

Chifuyu was actually extremely observant. Baji may have thought he was slick, feigning excuses to not go in one specific direction, even if there was no need for them to turn that way. It was Chifuyu’s sharp curiosity that did him in.

One time when this had happened, he noticed you. You were wearing a somewhat sad look, as though you’d just been ignored. But Chifuyu definitely would have known if you had tried getting either of their attention.

Baji had changed their direction before you even had the chance to greet them. It didn't take much more digging and stalking to understand the situation.

Chifuyu and Baji both enjoyed manga, but their genre interests often differed. Yet, Chifuyu forced Baji into reading one full shojo series, a whopping three volume tale.

—-Sweet goody-two shoes love-interest, unknowingly but willingly getting involved with a wolf in a nerdy disguise protag.

The plot was perfect for the hard-headed Captain.

From the male’s point of view, of course. Chifuyu was confident it would help his dear senior come to his senses. So of course, that is why Chifuyu felt the sudden need to rush Baji into reading this one very specific manga genre.

…

If Baji were honest, the story was touching. He found himself cringing a lot at the beginning, but as the dialogue became heavier, he found himself relating to the protagonist, struggling to come to terms with his feelings for the leading love interest.

He couldn’t help thinking about how you would react so cute if he also—

Oh.

Baji thought he’d faint right then and there. He did Not just come to this realization.

Especially not when he just made it to your house.

...

…

However....

The air was heavy. There were some quiet noises moving around, giving off a very unsettling feeling. Where were the sounds....

Baji froze.

Your front door was wide fucking open.

“I-I just told you, my dad’s not here right now, p-pleas—” You voiced out forcefully. “Don’t care, you’re the message anyway, princess.”

“What–” You had replied, quickly being cut off with a sharp shriek, reaction due to one of the three men shadowing your doorstep suddenly gripping his fist in your hair. You were being pulled into the house, your house, the other two hurry to follow the third offender in, carefully covering your screams somehow.

Baji Keisuke was indeed fast.

Fast enough to sprint a thirty foot distance in four seconds time.

Fast enough to dramatically pull the half shut door by its outside door handle.

Fast enough to catch the guy closest to the door by his disgusting oily neck.

Fast enough to use the sack of shit’s head like a fucking hammer against the man who had his hands on you.

Full Face.

Full Throttle.

The three adult men had absolutely no chance against Baji Keisuke, not when he was this far gone to rage. It was clear how the scene would have played out, had he not crossed by this night.

The thought of it alone was fucking nauseating.

…

Dropped to the hard surface of your own home, you felt yourself backing away from the collision of men. Heart racing, you couldn’t hide the shake of your nerves getting the best of you. The stinging in your scalp was still sore, and already felt as though your wrist may have sprained by the force of the push and fall.

You were scared.

But not downright terrified.

Shameful to say, you knew the disgusting men who forced their way into your home. Associates of your father.

He wasn’t exactly an honest working man.

But everybody needs a little help, especially when you have a drinking problem and a public reputation of a happy family to maintain.

. . . Luckily he had a child who he could let his stress out on by berating the stress of maintaining both the facade and habit on...

...You.

You were only thankful whatever he kept himself busy with left you home alone majority of the time. Usually.

It was only a matter of time before loan sharks would finally come to collect...

All of this was unbeknownst to Baji, of course. How could he know? You always avoided the subject of your family and parents, and since he wasn’t really interested in the details anyway, the secret was secure.

Until now, maybe.

All the while, Baji’s mind went wild, thoughts of guilt plaguing his rage further and further until he was sure these guys deserved to die for what the hell they had in mind.

You’d never done anything wrong. The only reason someone would target you, is to get back at someone else.

And being a widely disliked figure, Baji could only assume he was to blame.

—---

Baji Keisuke had finally shown what he really was. A stone cold delinquent, who failed a grade because of being an accomplice of attempted theft, and first degree murder. He knew what he was when he kept inching closer to you.

But goddamnit. He really thought he could hide it, longer than four months, at least. His glasses lay smashed against the front porch, hair tie getting ripped out by one of the scum, who all lay appropriately below his shoes.

It was silent. Baji couldn’t find the confidence to turn your direction. You’d seen him at his most terrifying. There wasn’t a soul alive who didn’t fear his blood hunts.

Yet, he took how you didn’t immediately run away in fear as a good sign, right?

“Baji?” Your voice called out softly.

“…Yeah,” He replied just as softly, still unable to turn your direction.

Slowly, he noticed your figure close in on him. Is this what a scared animal feels like when they feel cornered? The intense instinctual urge to run from what looms over it? Ironic, being that he was half a foot taller than you.

But he didn’t run. His feet glued to the pavement, he needed to accept what happened next. Even if that meant he’d have to go back to self study.

Taken out of his negative thoughts, your hands caged his bloody right hand tightly. Baji felt his breath catch in his throat, jerking instinctually. He glanced your way.

You didn’t seem interested in his feral locks, or searching his face.

Instead, you held his hand tenderly, an unreadable look looming over your features.

He really didn’t want to be the one to speak up first, but it really would be a good idea to get rid of these low life’s still darkening your doorstep.

Noticing his unease, you pull him gently. He followed, but only because the alternative would be his own way of rejecting you.

And he just... Couldn’t.

How could he push you away, when even now, presented in blood and fang, you still touched him as gently as you would when pointing out an academic hiccup.

Damn shojo manga, he’d have been better off oblivious.

Yet even when you washed, disinfected, and wrapped his knuckles, you didn’t look up at him.

Were you scared of looking at him? He couldn’t blame you, but he had to admit it did hurt a little bit.

What would have happened to you, had he not come around that corner? Had he not invited you over for dinner in the first place? Fuck, he was probably the reason why you were targeted. Baji Keisuke was a delinquent with a big reputation and rivals who sought to destroy it.

He’s the one who’d put you in danger, he had convinced himself of that as fact.

You fluttered your gaze back to Baji, a little laugh leaving your throat. “I was right, you do look more mature without glasses.”

Were you Seriousy teasing him now, while in the middle of this Serious Crisis. Honestly, Baji had no idea how to properly respond. His normal ‘what would mom do’ trick couldn’t work this time. The silence was eating at both of you, but he just couldn’t muster a response.

... ~~~~~~~!!

Finally deciding you’d had enough, you finally willed your head up, eyes slowly trailing up before landing on his face for the second time.

When Baji came running in your defense, the fire behind his eyes gave you a warmth you’d never felt before. To be protected?

The first time you looked upon his face, framed by his thick locks, the only way you could describe how you felt when met with his feral expression...

Only after you two locked eyes had either of you notice the sneaking glance of the other.

Your reaction was to take in his mildly nervous form, and how he feigned a look of indifference.

Baji’s reaction was to hold his breath and listen as his heart pulses in his ears. Did you make him nervous?

“Baji.. Back there...” You spoke first, earning another sharp intake breath in reply.

His nerves couldn’t deal with this.

“Y-you.... You looked...” You mumbled, turning to avoid his hopeful eyes. “R-really cool.... You looked really cool, back there...”

Baji Keisuke had to be going deaf. Hard of hearing, Auditorically Dyslexic? There was no other way to explain what he just heard come from you.

From you.

Cool?

You? Thought he looked cool? When beating up random strangers?

Most would describe his behavior as brash, monstrous, merciless, unapproachable.

Yet here you sat, face red and looking identical to a shoujo protagonist red in the face after a confessio—

Oh god, he was short circuiting.

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venus-haze · 1 year

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It's a Nice Day To Start Again (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: Bo brings you back to Ambrose, your hometown that you never thought you’d step foot in again, but when you’re one of the most wanted women in Louisana, there’s no place like home.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Reader is a lapsed Catholic for plot reasons. This could be considered a follow-up to Creep, but you don’t need to read that to understand what’s going on in this. Writing this was a bit of a challenge, since most House of Wax fics don’t involve a reader who isn’t Bo’s captive, but I want to explore the concept more after writing this. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Descriptions of murder, violence, and kidnapping. Really warped morality on the reader’s part. Sexually explicit content involving oral (m. receiving) and some elements of public sex (the congregation is dead so…) in a church. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

The stagnant swamp water that had settled deep in your lungs from the day you were born seemed to ripple with each breath you took as you became acquainted with your forgotten hometown again. You never felt particularly homesick for Ambrose after your family had moved, not until you’d run into Bo again, he a seemingly salt-of-the-earth mechanic and you a sad and lonely housewife brought back to Louisiana by a tar-like mixture of pure chance and her now deceased philandering husband. Looking at the past through rose-colored glasses couldn’t conceal the rot no matter how hard you tried. You became part of the rot, too.

There was no option but to accept the Sinclair brothers’ perverted preservation of your shared hometown, a wax-encased time capsule. Some of the residents you recognized, people you knew who stayed in Ambrose because they didn’t have anywhere else to go–the shop owner whose livelihood had been wrapped up in the dying mill town, a childless elderly couple who gave out pennies instead of candy on Halloween, a woman who’d gone through a messy divorce and became a recluse. As you looked in the latter's waxen eyes, you began to see yourself.

You almost wanted to move back into your childhood home, filled with dust and mold that reclaimed the floorboards you’d played with your dolls on, the walls that had your height scratched into them as you grew each year. Bo wouldn’t let you. He moved you and your frantically gathered belongings into his bedroom, keeping you on a short leash for a time, as if he thought you’d turn on him, on Ambrose. You’d never do that, not when Ambrose was your only sanctuary from the outside world, teeming with rabid dogs biting at your heels. Seeing your photo in a newspaper accompanied by the words ‘WANTED’ and ‘ARMED AND DANGEROUS’ made you sure of that.

Puttering around the Sinclair home and playing housewife to Bo felt comfortable, having done nothing else since you’d married your ex-husband. As volatile and sadistic as Bo could be–and he more often than not was–you considered him an improvement from your ex. At least he was actually around to eat your cooking and have sex regularly. No more dinners on TV trays and falling asleep alone on the couch to wake up alone again with a crick in your neck. Loving Bo was a different kind of hurt from the way you loved your ex-husband, but you’d never been one to take long to adjust.

Even besides the fact that you owed him, the familiar intoxication of being in his presence was enough for you to acquiesce to every perverted and downright disturbing request he made of you. After all, he had been the guy you’d stare at in class only to look away when he caught your gaze, a juvenile delinquent with none of the nobility of James Dean. Back then you would have never admitted aloud that you preferred him that way, not to your parents who warned you to keep away from him, your friends who’d whisper about him in the halls, nor the priest who somehow managed to make every homily a thinly-veiled jab at him on the off occasions he attended mass. They were all gone now. Only Bo was left. No need to pretend.

Any therapist within a hundred miles would be itching to sit you down in a chair and figure out what made you the way you were. There was nothing to figure out, though, nothing that you could say or do that could explain things any better than stepping foot your hometown could reveal. It didn’t take long for the taste of Ambrose on Bo’s lips in that motel room to send you into a spiral, regressing to a dark mirror of the way of life your family had abandoned.

You didn’t see much of Vincent, which kind of disappointed you. You thought you and him were friendly enough in high school, but you supposed there weren’t very many people you went to school with that you’d be eager to see again either, especially if they suddenly moved into your house. At the very least, he kept the history project, as you went poking around his room one day out of curiosity and saw the wax diorama of JFK's assassination on a shelf, covered in dust but nevertheless intact.

As winter crept its way across the landscape, colder than you remembered, you found yourself drawn to your childhood home. Digging through your old bedroom felt like tunneling your way through a decomposed heart, setting up camp in its decayed cavity. You were desecrating a corpse. It’d catch up with you sooner or later.

Despite not being in any sort of rush when your family moved out, you were bewildered by how much you’d left behind. Dust-covered dolls lined one of the shelves, and there were a few moth-eaten dresses and shirts in the closet. Lester helped you clean out your old room one day, claiming upon your reintroduction that he did remember you, even if just vaguely.

“Mama liked you–least, more than she liked most people. I remember her sayin’ what a shame it was your family was leavin’ town,” Lester said.

“Huh, I feel like I never made a big impression on her,” you said.

He shrugged, shoving a tattered sweatshirt with your high school mascot on it into a garbage bag. “She had a funny way ‘bout her sometimes, y’know.”

You nodded. You knew that much. You knew what kind of woman Trudy Sinclair was just like you knew Ambrose’s gravel roads that lead to the paved main street by muscle memory. In the years you were gone, though, you knew less about the town and its residents than when you had left.

In particular, the woman in the gas station vexed you. There was no way for you to help her, not without sacrificing your own refuge. She suffered because you refused to turn yourself in, put yourself and Bo at risk, not after everything he did for you. Considering yourself, Bo, and Vincent, the faded sign on the outskirts of town may as well have read–

Ambrose Population: 3 (sometimes) ‘The most fucked up town in Louisiana.’

Later that afternoon, you walked down to the church, the place you spent every Sunday morning from infancy until you started middle school, and your family attended less frequently except for Christmas, Easter, or a funeral. The cold familiarity offered you some kind of emotional sanctuary, and you’d find yourself in the one pew not occupied by a wax congregant, hands clasped together until your joints ached on the padded kneeler.

It was a crapshoot whether or not Bo would be in there, though you knew he came in often enough to pay his respects to his mother. For how much she didn’t seem to care for Bo while she was alive, Trudy may as well have been canonized in his eyes.

You avoided the open casket, though out of morbid curiosity from Lester’s comments about Trudy, you walked the extra few feet to the front of the church. Making a sign of the cross, you knelt down before the matriarch on display.

She looked similar to how you remembered her, only older. Vincent seemed to have preserved the whisper of a snarl that was always on her face. Her facade of doting mother may have fooled the rest of Ambrose, but it never fooled you–lemon drop cookies that were always a little too sour, compliments through pearly-white gritted teeth, and a holier-than-thou attitude despite raising demonic offspring. You didn’t want a woman like her to have ever liked you.

“Vincent did a good job for her bein’ his first one.”

Your shoulders jerked a bit. You hadn’t heard Bo come in. Regardless, he didn’t need to elaborate, and you didn’t want to know the catalyst behind their deciding to go a far more brutal and morbid route in carrying out their mother’s vision. The few times you’d been at the Sinclair house, you sat politely through Trudy’s ramblings about how if she had the kind of money Walt Disney did to make Main Street USA, she’d do the same out of wax.

Bo knelt beside you, making a sign of the cross as he did so. Though he clasped his hands and squeezed his eyes shut, you wondered if he actually prayed. You and the twins had been in the same small catechism class, making your first confessions and first communions the same year. The former never had nearly as much fanfare as the latter.

The small church had been as packed as it could be on a warm May morning, making the place feel like a furnace. White dresses with matching white patent Mary Janes contrasted the black and navy suits the boys on the opposite side of the church seemed to swim in. Then, in a ceremonial fashion that you all had rehearsed several times in the days leading up to your first communion, the small group of boys and girls went up to the parish’s two priests in pairs to make the sacrament.

You always wondered why the first instance of you receiving the Eucharist felt like a wedding ceremony. The deja vu you experienced when you married your ex-husband was uncanny. For your first communion, you and Bo had been paired up, walking next to each other in sync to receive Catholicism’s most significant sacrament. Bo had made a face when he put the communion wafer in his mouth. The actual body of Christ tasted like cardboard. What a let down.

The sacrament of confession, that’s what left the impression on you. Somehow seven was the age of reason, of accountability, when you could be expected to know right from wrong, when your sins were actually held against you. What sins, though? Was lying a sin if it was the option that caused the least pain? Should you feel bad for disobeying your parents even if they were ones who were wrong? You had walked into the church that day feeling like you had nothing to confess. Even still, after lying, cheating, murdering, and being complacent in so much more, you felt it was all justified.

“Do you remember your first confession?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, told the priest I disobeyed my parents. Think he gave me ten Hail Marys or somethin’.”

“I made somethin’ up,” you said. “I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong, so I just lied.”

He snorted. “That’s screwed up.”

“That’s where you draw a line?”

“You got some fuckin’ mouth on you. Mama always thought you were on the straight and narrow, even pestered Vincent to ask you out after y’all worked on that project in high school,” he growled. “She’d be real disappointed if she knew how much of a whore for my cock you are. Killed your damn husband over it, didn’t ya?”

You grabbed Bo’s belt with a force that made him grab the side of his mother’s casket. He cursed under his breath as you shifted to the low steps in that lead up to the funeral display, nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging at his jeans. He stood up, your face level with his crotch as you unzipped him, pulling his pants down to his knees.

Looking up at him, you were met with a cruel, icy gaze. He reached down, his long fingers digging into the base of your skull as he pressed your face against his clothed crotch.

“You’re gonna have to earn it, slut,” he snarled.

You squeezed your thighs together before pressing a kiss to the fabric that separated your lips from his cock. Fondling his balls with one hand, you trailed wet, open-mouth kisses along his hardening length, unsure whether one prominent wet spot in the cotton was from your saliva or his leaking precum.

You hadn’t been religious in a long time, let alone stepped foot in a church since your wedding day, but it made sense you would be worshiping a man like Bo Sinclair’s cock in the empty parish. There was no god in Ambrose, only he and Vincent meticulously seeing to every detail in the ghost town.

The bulge in his underwear became hard to ignore, and he pushed your head away to pull them down, freeing his hard cock and wasting no time in shoving it in your mouth. You gagged as the head of his cock pounded against the back of your throat. You had no time to adjust, your eyes welling up with tears as you tried to breathe. Bo was never gentle, and being in a church, even in front of his own dead mother, was no exception.

Grabbing his thighs, you attempted to steady yourself, your knees aching on the carpeted church steps. There was no organ playing, no choir, no homily, just the obscene sound of him abusing your mouth, your chokes and whines muffled by his cock.

Unexpectedly, he pulled his cock from your mouth, allowing you a moment to breathe a little as he stroked himself.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he ordered.

You presented your tongue to him without hesitation. He sneered at you, spitting in your open mouth before placing his hard cock on your tongue. His length was throbbing, wet from your warm mouth that had no other choice but to take it. You could taste the salty precum that mixed with your saliva pooling on your tongue until it dribbled down your cheeks as you drooled, unable to close your mouth and swallow. You could feel it land on your dress, the damp fabric sticking to your sweat-covered skin.

In the split second you were distracted by your dress, he pushed his cock into your mouth. You choked as he fucked your throat mercilessly, as if to punish you for something. You supposed that was the point, a public penance befitting an adultering murderess.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he spat. “Church full ‘a people and you’re takin’ a mouthful of cock. Can’t believe mama thought you were some good little church girl.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to pretend the congregation was real, heartbeats and whispers ringing in your ears. Maybe they’d think you deserved the humiliation, to be put in your place and atone for the sins you’d committed. The thought made you moan, and you resisted the urge to slip your hand between your legs. You were soaked, able to feel the slick that coated your bare thighs.

Despite his harsh pace, you tried running your tongue along the veins that ran up the length of his cock. His thrusts started to become more erratic, his teeth gritted as his hand squeezed harder against your head.

“Swallow it all, slut,” he grunted, his cum pumping into your mouth.

Fuck, if you didn’t try swallowing, but you could feel his seed dripping from the corners of your lips, down your chest and further soiling your dress. He finally released you, and you gasped for air, leaning your head against his thigh.

“Consider that your penance. Cock-hungry little freak,” he snarled, his insult laced with a perverse adoration. “‘S all you’re good for anyway.”

He shook you off of his leg, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt before leaving you to catch your breath alone at the front of the church. As soon as the doors shut behind him, you finally slipped your hand between your legs, playing with your clit as you tilted your head back, looking at the mural of Christ's ascension when you came.

After a few minutes, you stood up, gasping in pain as your knees lifted from the hard floor. You stumbled over to the bronze font by the doors, dipping your hand into the holy water. You splashed your face with it, a stale and earthy smell on your skin–it was probably old tap water anyway, nothing about it had been blessed or sacred for a long time. Even if it was, who was there to care?

Neither you nor Bo acknowledged what had happened in the church when he arrived back at the house later that night. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, his work shirt discarded as soon as he walked through the door. You noticed dried blood on his hands, but didn’t comment, only gave him a kiss and heated up the plate you’d made him for dinner.

“I could use your help down at the shop tomorrow,” he said through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

You’d been planning to go back to your old home and dig through the forgotten relics, but nevertheless, you nodded in agreement, waking up bright and early with him the next morning to head down to the gas station. He only asked you to help with the charade when he knew there’d be people coming around. At first, you found it disturbing when he told you that he and Vincent would sometimes go out at night and purposely mess with people’s cars so they had no other choice but to get help in Ambrose. Then you figured, you weren’t in much of a position to judge.

When he let you out from the truck, you walked into the store part of the station. Something drew your gaze to the metal door that Bo always kept locked, the one you’d occasionally hear muffled screaming or crying from. You never asked him about it, but just this once, you took a few steps closer, until you could reach out and touch it if you wanted to. All you could hear from the other side was silence.

Bo walked up behind you, his footfall not rushed or angry, but a steady, confident pace. He threw his arm around your shoulders, guiding you into the garage.

“She’s gone, if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“Who was she?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I dunno. Does it matter?”

“Guess not,” you said.

You didn’t inquire further. You didn’t like that she had been there, for ethical reasons, sure, but mostly selfish ones. You were done sharing your men. There wouldn’t be others down there. You’d make sure of that much.

The next few hours dragged on, and you wondered why Bo even asked you to help out in the first place. Maybe without the other woman there, he wanted company. You sat on a stool in the garage, watching as he worked on some old muscle car and being entirely unhelpful whenever he tried asking you to hand him a tool. It wasn’t your fault your high school didn’t allow girls in shop class.

The sound of Lester’s old truck grew louder, and you hopped down from your seat, rushing into the shop to take your place behind the counter. You watched as the man got out of Lester’s truck and walked over to Bo. Lester gave you a smile and waved from outside which you returned before he drove off.

Since he hadn’t shown up in his own car, you assumed the man had left it somewhere, and it’d probably be towed back to Ambrose by nightfall. Sometimes you’d see Vincent head out with the tow truck alone, returning with a victim’s car or fresh bodies. You knew Bo would get anxious if Vincent left town by himself–though he hated when you called him anxious, saying ‘Only women are anxious’–so you’d act like you didn’t see a thing.

Bo gave the man a friendly clap on the shoulder, a fake yet charming smile on his face as he pointed to you inside the shop. The man walked in through the front door, but he froze in his tracks upon seeing you. Did he recognize you? He took a tentative step forward, avoiding eye contact with you. Fuck.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” you asked cheerfully, your hand wrapping around a wrench Bo had left beneath the counter.

“Uh, do you–can I use your phone?” he asked.

You gave him the fakest smile you could muster. “Go right ahead.”

He skittishly walked past you, goosebumps visible on his skin as he picked up the phone. You could see his fumbling fingers pressing the button on the dial pad. 9-1–the wrench in your hand made contact with the back of his skull just as he was about to press that final 1.

The man collapsed to the ground, groaning as he held his head. It was too late. Blood began pooling where he lay. You grabbed the phone, listening for a moment to the dial tone before hanging up. He began dragging himself across the floor, as if you wouldn’t be able to catch up with him in a few steps.

Both of you looked up when Bo walked in from the garage. The man groaned out what you could barely understand as a plea for help. You nearly scoffed. It was no use anyway, the nearest hospital wasn’t for miles. He’d hemorrhage before could hypothetically even drive him there.

Bo frowned, grabbing the wrench from your hand. “One ‘a these days you’re gonna have to learn how to finish what you started.”

#bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x female reader #slasher community #slasher fandom

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simpforchuchu · 7 months

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Hello! How are you? Can I please get some HCs for Nakagoshi meeting the reader when she's a volunteer nurse at the hospital he's at after the Three School Alliance attack, they start getting close and one day a man takes her hostage at the hospital and he lets her call one person, she tells Nakagoshi that she loves him and if things go bad, then please live a good life. She's fine but he's thinking the worst thing possible. Thanks, and as always if you're not comfortable, just tell me so!

One Last Chance | Nakagoshi x Nurse!reader

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It was really sad to write but i loved the idea 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: blood, gunshots, mostly angst

* The young girl did not know that that day, a young patient who came to the emergency service would change her life. She had seen many cases in this hospital where she worked as a volunteer nurse. But one of them had changed her completely.

* The patient, whom a young boy with blond dreadlocks was running after crying, was a young high school student like him.

* He had bleeding and brain trauma as a result of the damage to his head. And it looked serious.

* While the doctors were taking him in to check him, the young girl looked at his friend crying outside. The boy crying on the ground hurt her heart too.

* She filled a glass of water from the water dispenser on the side and handed it to the crying child. Although he was a little surprised, after a while she learned that the name of the boy who accepted the water and thanked her was Nakaoka and his friend's name was Nakagoshi.

* After some time, she witnessed the happiness in the young boy's eyes when the doctors said that there was no problem but that he would have to stay in the hospital for a while.

* According to his junior, he was injured to save his life. What a beautiful soul at this young age, the young girl thought.

* She continued her checks and care throughout the night. She was upset when she heard the other nurses talking about this kid as a delinquent. Yes, he looked like one, but she still thought he was a gentle soul.

* y/n took care of him while he was in the hospital. He was quiet, calm, gentle, but she could see the determination and maturity of an adult in his eyes.

* His bandaged hair looked pretty cute and even he smiled when he looked in the mirror.

* When his family saw that he was okay - after a long scolding - they left. Since she didn't want him to be alone, she would often visit his room and play card games with him.

* And she was sure that he was not the delinquent he seemed, but a very sweet person.

* Y/n was a young girl around the same age as him. Being friends wasn't that hard. But Nakagoshi was already starting to like her.

* He began to visit her frequently even after he was discharged. He brought her lunch, wanted to go out with her on her days off

* Ooki Nakagoshi felt like he had found his first true love.

* But he never had the courage to tell her.

* One day, when he came to the hospital to bring her lunch as usual, he saw police and a crowd in front of the building. When he asked with fear what was going on, he thought his heart stopped when he heard that some criminals had taken a nurse hostage.

* How long had she been inside? Or was she inside?

* He called. Nobody answered it. He called again. But there was no answer.

* When y/n called him back a few minutes later, he thought she was safe, smiled and picked up the phone.

* But he froze at the sound of her trembling voice.

* “Ooki, listen to me carefully. Please don't interrupt me, okay? They gave me a chance to say goodbye to someone..."

* Nakagoshi swallowed, no words came out of his mouth

* “I always wanted to tell you this, but it wasn't easy.. I love you. I really love you. You are my first love…. I told you, didn't I?” The young girl giggled. But Nakagoshi knew she was crying. “If things go bad, please. Please don't blame yourself. Live a good life. Love someone, marry and have kids. I will be watching you smiling.”

* A sob escaped Nakagoshi's lips. He had had many opportunities to tell her that he loved her. But he was a coward.

* Then a gunshot was heard. Nakagoshi dropped the phone in his hand to the ground. At that moment, without thinking, he passed through the crowd and ran inside.

* Even though the police inside wanted to stop him, they couldn't. He ran upstairs and saw someone covered in blood on the floor. And that a police officer was holding a young girl.

* He stared at her for a few seconds in shock. When Y/n turned her head and saw the young boy staring at her, she could no longer hold back the sobs she had been holding back for a while.

* When she started sobbing, Nakagoshi ran over and hugged her. He hugged her so tightly that y/n thought her bones would break.

* "I love you. I love you more than everything. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before. I love you so much."

* The young girl knew that the owner of the arms hugging her tightly was also crying. But they both didn't care. This was a new chance for them...

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#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #nakagoshi ooki x reader #ooki nakagoshi x reader #hnl nakagoshi #ooki nakagoshi #nakagoshi x reader #nakagoshi

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Only Love - By Teng Luo Wei Zhi (6/10)

An immature yandere is hit or miss on a good day. On a bad day the concept is a snorefest. This is for younger readers. It's edgy, not scary. I don't think comics about possessive guys...specifically aimed at younger readers...are super ethical. I know there's a market for it, and there are worse things to read. No judgement. This is PG13.

Our conflicted, immature yandere is a rich boy with silver hair. His daddy owns a big real estate company. He gets away with...pretty serious crimes and he's a known delinquent. He treats his girlfriends like accessories. He doesn't actually date or kiss them. He literally picks whoever the prettiest girl in school is, and he lets that poor girl beg for the chance to be his future rich wife.

He's...an evil bratty snot who owns a motorcycle.

His main goal in the story is to seduce our protagonist, Meng. She's a tough nut. She's been through alot. She was actually recently murdered. The plot takes place during her second life. Meng had it pretty hard in her first life. She...was kind of a doormat and she let her adopted sister bully her. Her mom is super dead for real, so she was a good girl always for the sake of her hardworking adopted dad.

Ren falls madly in love with her in both of her lives, which is a problem.

Meng's adopted sister is an inferiority complex. Her entire character is defined by how inferior she feels. The worst part of this story is...the way the other characters treat her. Lan is an immature, bratty girl. She's not very pretty. She's not very talented, and Meng is good at everything. She's in love with Ren. Ren makes fun of her and he calls her ugly. Then he starts to stalk Meng. The girl Lan is most envious of. I hate to say it but Lan is young. It is not fair that she's stuck as a villain. Based on what I've seen I would go crazy if I was her. Eventually she becomes a stereotypical crazy character, but if I was in high school...and everybody would not shut up about how ugly I am...and how perfect my sister is...ugh.

Lan murderd Meng in her first life. It was brutal. She was on a cliff looking for their lost little brother. Lan loses it and starts wailing about how Meng stole everything from her and....uh...she kinda did??? Lan's biological father loves Meng more than her. Ren loves Meng, not her. Meng's friends treat her like a nuisance, and on top of that Lan consistently gets bullied for "daring to covet" a handsome rich guy she isn't "worthy of"

Young readers. Please beware messages like this. Plain girls or ugly girls or stupid girls do not have to be villains. Perfection should never be the goal when you're a teenager. Being...not model hot at fifteen isn't a cardinal sin.

Just...be careful.

When Meng's second life kicks off Ren has a girlfriend...toy. He ignores her and she constantly brags about being chosen by him. Please. Do not date anyone who acts like this. It is an excuse to cheat on you. No girl should be a back up for any guy. I don't care how rich he is.

Shen here viciously bullies Lan, and frankly she's a big reason why Lan develops into a thin skinned envy monster.

Meng's mom died in a crash, and she was left with severe head trauma. She has to suffer with abysmal vision, and light sensitivity for many years. Eventually she gets better, but she has to wear glasses.

Yes.

She is the most beautiful girl in school. She's beautiful enough to be a model. She's a dutiful girl who did not deserve to die...but she's an adult in a child's body.

Um....

Hard pass.

Ren's personality is...this...

This sums him up.

He doesn't know Meng is pretty, but he gets interested anyway. Meng is too calm. Too cold. Unaffected by his cash and his face. He falls for her, but he gets embarrassed about it, because she clearly doesn't like him.

Also Meng hits him with her walking stick when he tries to touch her.

Good.

He does actually start to respect her after this point.

Ren begins to act unstable. A bunch of his toady friends call Meng ugly. In response he breaks up with his girlfriend and he almost beats up some of his closest friends. He approaches her slowly. Money won't work...and he loves the hunt.

He is a confirmed yandere. In his first life he committed murder, possibly for her sake. He is definitely not sane, but the main couple isn't very likeable here.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Only Love

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ottororin · 2 years

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love how during season 1, karina was still pretty new to drawfee—and it reflected in the way rosé interacted with jancy, york, grandma.

first couple episodes, rosé carried herself as if overcompensating for her recovering delinquency; she was really shy, and timid, and—if you noticed—it seemed like she was the only one among the drawtectives who actually took the job seriously, and cared about the rules. as if she was afraid of losing this one chance she has. snmfm she was the only one jancy really trusted.

and then the ogalvy episode came around...and then harper, then emery. don't even get me STARTED on celestial spear. KING of mischief. she's impulsive and creates messes for fun...(as a treat.) this all happened, like, progressively.

like, i feel like...people often think york's the most chaotic of the three, but his chaos sort of comes from the inherent absurdity in the things he says and does + he has the tendency to be pretty quick, understated about it. rosé though, rosé would destroy property, kick a man in the sternum, throw expensive jewelry at a glass door, make a Big, HUGE scene, and for what? because it's funny. because she likes to. she's...INTENSE...is the word. she's intense about pretty much everything, no matter what the mood is, it just comes out the same way.

she loves the other characters so easily, and the other characters love her back. they let rosé be unapologetically herself, and over the course of the show, she understood what that meant. i think that's beautiful.

anywaaaays...blorbo from my shows. i'm cringe but i'm free. you can't take this charact(é)r away from me, i WILL cry. (and that's a money back guarantee!!!)

#drawtectives #drawtectives rose #drawfee #blorbo from my shows #im right ur wrong shut up

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untilyouremember · 2 months

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メガネ時々ヤンケーくん

Megane, Tokidoki, Yankee-kun

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Update: available officially on the kmanga app

Localized name: Glasses with a Chance of Delinquent

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silent-sanctum · 2 years

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART II. Conviction

Disclaimer: This au follows a narrative so I highly recommend you read PART I. before this so you could follow up on the events and get context on some details that'll be mentioned here. Hope you enjoy! ♥

cw: afab! reader, brief nightmare sequence, still sfw

Word count: 7822

Having seen your newfound delinquent friend again after one of week of his absence, you decide to follow him the moment you saw him walking out of school, leading you to discover more unexpected acquaintances and the person responsible in turning your past for the worse.

Everywhere around was distorted, blurred beyond comprehension, but you could make out certain things within a space.

You gazed at yourself at the glass- your eyes dilated, your hands quivered, and your breaths came out ragged. You disregarded looking at anything below your knees.

Heels clicked on the floor. “I knew it. I knew you had it in you.”

You flinched as her knuckles brushed your cheek as you tried to keep your breathing from shaking too much. “My little princess.”

“You may not understand it now, but you’ll be doing wonders for this family once you’re older, prettier, and… more independent.” Her voice should be comforting, but with every syllable that left her lips, it was chilling and foreboding.

“All in time, we’ll be able to pay our lord what we owe.” She huffed out a satisfied laugh, laying her cold hand on your shoulder. “For all that he has given our family.”

Right as she uttered his name in that disgusting tone of admiration, you gasped, bolting upright on your bed. The sky outside your window was dark, lit only by the moon beaming through the glass.

“Damnit. Damnit all.” You palmed your face and willed yourself to calm down and breathe. At the same time, a soft fabric wrapped itself around you the way it has before. You didn’t have to look away from your palms to know your veiled ghost friend is hovering by you.

“Why are you back…” You clicked your tongue, hands dropping onto the sheets. “Just… why.”

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Today would be the day you’d return the favor and show Jotaro your spirit companion in full form.

However, you already knew that your usual rooftop routine wouldn’t go the way you expected it to go when on the way to school, you didn’t see the towering teenager walking the main path accompanied by his flock of fangirls.

You figured he either went too early or felt like being late was today’s vibe, and knowing him, you’d expect the latter from him. You put your disappointment on hold and hoped he’d show up at your usual hangout spot during lunch.

Throughout the morning period, as early as you stepped foot on school grounds, you could sense every pair of female eyes glaring at you from all around, a sea of gossip flooding your hearing the moment you walked into the building and into your classroom.

“Hey isn’t it that girl who walked with Jojo last week?”

“How the hell did she get that chance?”

“Ugh, she’s hogging my Jojo all up.”

“Your Jojo?!”

You couldn’t care less about some shallow, shady remarks and in turn, made you roll your eyes. Thirsty ass hoes. The teacher wasn’t here yet but you prepared the writing paraphernalia ahead of time while your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of a certain delinquent.

A couple more hours flew by and the next thing you knew, it was lunch period.

You grabbed your bento and quickly made your way up the now familiar stairs leading to the metal door opening to the roof. Wasting no time, you turned the knob and rushed in. You turned to the side where he always sat and alas-

“He’s not here.”

The disappointment you held back returned full force and you couldn’t control the way your chest clenched in on itself from what you were feeling. Did Jotaro skip school? You never recalled him ever skipping school despite his bad-boy attitude. Sick maybe? Who knows.

You sighed and sat down at your spot; a tiny bit awkward without the larger individual sitting nearby accompanied by the whiff of smoke that you’d grown used to for weeks. You frowned to no one but maybe your ghost friend as you dug into your meal.

Swallowing down the last bite, you didn’t bother stalling time and packed your stuff so you could return to your classroom. No point in staying after all. You walked down the flight of stairs, trying to your dejected face as subtle as possible. Though as you stepped off of the staircase to the 2nd floor where your room was at-

“You with the blazer uniform! Hold on!”

You tilted your head in confusion. Who’s this? The voice didn’t belong to anyone you’d met before. Though he did sound nice. You turned to see who it was and the person approaching you was yet another unique-looking fellow with his stylish red hair, cherry-like earrings, white scarf, and green gakuran.

“Yes? May I help you?”

“Actually yes. You must be the female student everyone’s been gossiping about,” he said, prompting you to be a bit on edge. You didn’t like indulging in pointless chatter.

“Your point?” You said, with a pinch of passive-aggressiveness laced in your words.

Though he simply smiled at your implied confirmation. “You’re very much aware of why you’ve been the talk of the day, right?”

“Casually walking with one delinquent seems to be a sensitive topic apparently,” you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?”

He seemed to detect the subtle change in your demeanor when he cleared his throat and waved his hands. “Ah no, I mean no ill intentions at all if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He glanced inside your classroom and assumed it was to look at the wall clock. “Looks like we have the time for introductions.”

He bowed and offered a hand. “My name’s Noriaki Kakyoin.” You bowed slightly in return, shook his hand, and gave him your name. “The reason I was bringing up the gossip was that I need to talk to your unruly companion about… something.”

There was a brief glint in his eyes that implied an ulterior motive but you decided to not bring that up in case you were overthinking. “Hm? Jotaro? Why don’t you just approach him?”

“Well, you know how he works- he isn’t exactly approachable, to begin with, and he’s always off to somewhere else if class wasn’t in session.” Kakyoin chuckled. “But somehow you got the chance to be acquainted with him.”

“And this point leads to… what exactly?” You already had an idea, but you waited for him to continue.

“I was hoping you’d tell him about this and that I’d appreciate it if he’d consider meeting up with me… within the comforts of school grounds of course.”

You hesitated, contemplating. He looked like he meant well and probably just wanted to talk to Jotaro for an interview of sorts, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your assumption wasn’t exactly the case. And god forbid something happens to the bad boy all because you indirectly helped cause it.

However, you put up a smile and nodded. Play it off. “I mean, you know the man isn’t exactly easy to persuade even by yours truly, but I’ll try Kakyoin-san.” You pointed at him. “Though, you should consider just directly facing him yourself. Makes the process easier for both of us.”

Kakyoin nodded. “Duly noted.” He took one more glimpse at the clock behind you. “I won’t hold you here any longer. Hopefully, I’ll see you next time?”

Mind press X to doubt. “Sure thing. I’ll be seeing you around soon.”

“Lovely. I’ll be going now.” Kakyoin raised a hand in farewell as he turned to walk away.

Even as the new student rounded the corner, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a tiny bit suspicious of his sudden interest in the delinquent. Then again, you sometimes tended to be suspicious over trivial things as well so you thought this was simply just a case of overdramatizing things.

You blew out a breath of air as if it released that negative vibe out of you, and stepped inside your classroom.

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A whole week has flown by since Jotaro’s absence.

You’ve been keeping tabs on his attendance since day 1, growing more concerned as each day passed without anyone having an idea of what had happened to him… a concrete idea that is.

Having earned himself a reputation, students would start murmuring to each other rumors about the delinquent’s reason for not going to school.

“Maybe he just ditched school. He didn’t care about his classes anyways.”

“I heard he started business with some drug dealers or something.”

“My friend told me he went on a rampage one night and secretly wrecked a gang of hoodlums by himself.”

“Hey! I’ve heard the same thing from my girlfriend too! He’s so dangerous that he even put fighters in hospital beds fully comatose.”

Those were all myths they started spreading throughout school and even if you didn’t want to believe in their chat, you couldn’t put past the rumors of violence they speculated out of the blue. How could you when you know that he was capable of doing that with a spirit aiding in his aggression.

You’d heard it straight from his mouth that he was responsible for sending people into medical care with injuries far beyond a simple black eye, bruise, or cut.

And as you were left pondering about what had happened in the middle of class, you couldn’t stop thinking about his safety no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was fine and probably smoking like the nonchalant individual that he was.

“Bastard acts on its own most of the time.”

You closed your eyes and thought of the purple humanoid you met the other day, envisioning the grinning spirit in a fit of unbridled anger. Did you lose control of him again? You sighed.

You returned your attention to the teacher in front of you before she could notice your temporarily shut eyes.

There was no point in dwelling on things you didn’t have control over, so you could only wish he was doing fine wherever he was.

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

There he was again. Vision misted with anger, fists flew, pained grunts and screams echoed, and out of his own volition, he found residence on a prison bed, glaring at his cowering cellmates standing at the corner.

Jotaro didn’t mean to summon him again. He thought he had him under control when he successfully gave you your forgotten school bag.

But it just so happened that on the day he was on the way home one night and a handful of confident thugs blocked his way. He had his fists clenched, holding himself back from pummeling each one into the ground.

He’d initially planned to throw all of them against the wall so a path would open up to him, leaving them with bruises at minimum or concussions at maximum.

However, one fucker brought up the idea of ganging up on a certain female student with an expensive-looking uniform that they saw walking with him that day. They said she was rich, pretty, and ripe for taking, and Jotaro couldn’t hold his immense anger back any longer.

His spirit manifested without his command and in mere minutes, he stood over their crumpled, bloodied figures lying on the cement half-dead.

This wasn’t good. If he continued to give in to his intense emotions over and over again, chances of him keeping his violent companion at bay would grow slim to none. He had it. He swore he had it. But when they brought you up, his inhibitions were thrown into the wind.

Jotaro couldn’t afford to get too mad near his mom or you. He genuinely felt guilty when he had him punch you while he was under control. He couldn’t risk a scenario where he punches his family, or you again in blind fury.

Staying in jail was the best option. At least here, he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting his mother. Hurting you.

He could release all of those negative emotions on the faceless criminals with him instead. He wouldn’t give two shits about how they’d end up.

Though Jotaro knew deep down his plan of making prison his humble abode wouldn’t go well for too long. When he could hear the hurried footsteps accompanying the shrill voice of his sweet mother calling his name again and again in complete worry, his plan would dissolve in no time.

He gritted his teeth. Damnit. Why does everyone have to care so much?

“Shut the hell up! You’re so damn annoying, you bitch!”

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Day 8.

That would be another day that has passed without Jotaro’s presence in school and another day of you pondering over his condition and what possibly could have happened to him.

However, it just so happened that as you walked your way to school with the whispering girls close by, you halted your steps as an all-too-familiar student rounded the corner with his distinguishable golden chain and ripped hat.

You’re here! You wanted to approach him, talk to him regarding his absence and where he’d gone during that period, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple when you two were aware of the hassle that was-

“Isn’t that Jojo?”

“It’s Jojo!”

“Hi Jojo!”

“Jojo wait up!”

The former murmuring females rushed over to crowd his space, desperately trying to grab his attention with their usual pitched voices and unnecessary arm grabs.

You couldn’t see any openings for conversation and that served as an excuse for you to walk ahead of the chatty bunch. You sped up your pace and caught up with them.

Though as you were about to bypass them completely, you could catch a glimpse of the delinquent turning his head to look at you. Naturally, you turned yours to look at him. For a moment, despite the loud students squabbling for his attention, you both held firm eye contact with an air of understanding between you two.

Lunch. As usual, right? You weren’t telepathic of any sort but you hoped that the message was sent across regardless, and as if he knew what you were trying to say, Jotaro gave one nod before casting his gaze elsewhere, tipping his hat down.

You smiled, satisfied. With no further explanation, you continued ahead and left him at his own pace.

Unbeknownst to you that those same cerulean eyes continued to watch you as you grew farther away from him.

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There were 15 minutes left until lunch period and you grew restless waiting for the class to finish in the morning. With every word that your teacher said, the more they turned into a garbled mess of words mashed into one.

This didn’t happen often but for today, you just wanted to meet up with him again.

In your head, you prepared what you wanted to say. ‘Hey, where have you been for the past week?’, ‘you slacking this early in the school year?’, ‘you know lunch hasn’t’ been the same without you’-

You furrowed your brows and shook your head. Okay, that might be a bit weird.

You let the minutes pass with whatever the lecture was bout, tolerating the remaining minutes you had left until the bell rings.

15 minutes turned to 10. 10 to 5. And 5 to-

Before the class came to a close, the building trembled underneath your feet and a resounding boom erupted with it, causing your classmates to shriek in panic. You wobbled from where you abruptly stood, grabbing hold of your desk to find your footing. Beside you, a large crack formed up the wall from below.

Was there an earthquake? The teacher, equally shocked as the rest of the students, tried to calm them down even though he wasn’t the definition of calm. The shaking stopped but it didn’t stop the alarmed individuals within the room from being on the verge of chaos.

Students rushed to ask the teacher permission to check the source of the shaking and you were about to join them until you detected motion from outside the window. You turned to see what it was and to your surprise, you identified them rather quickly.

Jotaro? And… is that Kakyoin over his shoulder? At a closer look, the latter was dripping blood from the head up, leaving a small blood trail as the raven-haired student carried him out of school grounds. What the hell? Where is he going?

You didn’t want to be left in dark again so you grabbed your things, called out to your teacher that you weren’t feeling good after the shake (a shitty excuse, you knew, but you had no time), and bolted out of the classroom, down the stairs, and followed him out the gate.

You had the feeling Jotaro didn’t want you to find out what he’d done to the new student. You decided to keep it low and made sure to trail after him in secret, walking several feet away from them so your footsteps couldn’t be heard.

Eventually, you found yourself walking in a fancy, traditional neighborhood lined with large houses that looked expensive by local standards. You followed the delinquent as he turned to enter the entryway leading into one of the traditional Japanese manors.

You couldn’t help but whistle once you felt it was clear to peek in. Rich boy indeed wow. You knew that trespassing was a no-no, but you were both a curious and stubborn individual. You tiptoed into the residence, glad that no guard hound was around to alarm your presence.

You stood close to the manor’s walls and rounded the building with the hopes you’d find some sort of window or opening to peep into. You passed by his family’s well-maintained Zen Garden and pond and were about to turn the corner, until you heard a feminine voice call out in reply to someone, possibly Jotaro.

His mom maybe? Then you realized oh my god, family members are walking around. You didn’t know how that wasn’t part of the list of precautions you made in your head, but as it did, you considered just turning back.

Though as you were in the middle of leaving, the owner of the voice walked past the corner you stood by and she made a sound akin to a quiet surprise the moment she spotted you there.

Immediately, you turned around and bowed a deep 90-degree angle, a string of apologies fleeing your mouth, but as you were about to reason out your excuse, the woman cooed and said, “Oh no dear, no need for that.”

A pair of hands reached to grab yours, prompting you to look up from your downcast gaze and see the person responsible for bringing Jotaro into the world.

My suspicions were right. He’s biracial. When you took one look at her, it was unmistakable that she was a foreigner fluent in Japanese- Blonde hair, fair skin lighter than the average melanin Asians had, and blue-green eyes that her son inherited. “Ah, I’m still sorry for following your son here and walking in like this unannounced.”

She chuckled with a beaming smile. “It’s fine sweetheart, I can see you don’t have bad intentions. You’re just an overly curious person.”

“You could say that ma’am.” You said, a bead of sweat trailing down your temple. “He’s an interesting person to be with after all the time we’ve been hanging out.”

“Oh! Are you that someone my baby’s mentioned about?” She blurted out from the blue, clapping her hands together. “I assumed you followed him here because you knew him and he had someone on his shoulder, and you wondered ‘what happened?’.”

Holy shit that’s… actually spot-on. “Ah yeah, we talk often. Wait,” you paused. Did he talk about me? “Knowing him, how was I mentioned?”

“I asked him where his bento was so I could wash it, and he said he destroyed it so he could show it to someone.” You were about to apologize again since it was your ghost story that led to the delinquent demonstrating his spirit’s power but the woman giggled before any word left you.

“You know, I was worried that he wouldn’t be able to make any friends. He had a rough time getting along with the other kids when he was younger, and him choosing to put on this bad boy image isn’t helping either.” She pouted. “But words couldn’t explain how happy I was when he met with someone who he could share things with.”

She’s so chipper. Out of context, no one would have guessed that the rude and aggressive delinquent was the son of such a sunny and optimistic woman. One could meet the other and experience immediate whiplash. “Oh, silly me! I forgot to introduce myself!” She took your hand and shook it eagerly. “I’m Holly Kujo- mother of Jotaro Kujo.”

As if absorbing her radiating energy, you beamed and smiled as you told her your name in return. “Nice to meet you Holly-san!”

“I must be holding you back from meeting with him,” Holly said, to which you shook your head.

“Oh no, I actually don’t have any plans to talk with Jotaro at this moment. I just wanted to see what was going on,” you said as you tried to not make it sound creepy. “It’s just that he wasn’t in school for the past week and I was… concerned he might not show up again.”

“Aww, you’re a sweetie, Y/N.” She cooed, delighted. “I’ll make sure to update you then about what’s happening around here.” She gave you her house’s telephone number and you gave yours in exchange. “And don’t you worry, I won’t tell him you dropped by today.”

“Thank you, Holly-san.” You bowed in gratitude.

“Oh! And dear, why don’t you drop by tomorrow morning and I’ll prepare you one of my special bento meals,” Holly said with a wink. “My son loves them so much he finishes the whole thing in no time.”

“Oh, I know.” You recalled the empty boxes that Jotaro kept hiding from you whenever you arrived, the way he faintly blushes at the mention of it, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “But you don’t have to.”

“Hush now, I insist!” She said, hands on her hips. “Take it as a token of my gratitude for giving my son a chance in friendship.”

It was oddly cute that when thinking about it, Holly was giving you a bento meal as a “thank you” statement while Jotaro gave you two as an “apology” statement. Perhaps there was a tiny bit of resemblance between them.

Endeared, your cheeks warmed and you smiled. “You sure you don’t mind?”

Holly chuckled. “Not at all, sweetheart.”

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Would today be the day he’d finally resume school despite the bullshit that happened yesterday? Or would someone else be waiting in school to challenge him to a Stand battle?

Jotaro groaned to himself. For heaven’s sake, he hoped it would be the first. Like he’d care about what that old man just said. Good grief. Can’t anyone give me a break? Hell, he’d rather slug through hours of class and hang out with his-

Friend? Acquaintance? Fuck. Though you were more than a random chatty stranger to him. He’d rather just listen to your never-ending stories than go on some epic journey his grandfather and his Egyptian friend spewed out of the blue.

He even spared you a glance yesterday, hoping you’d get his point of continuing lunch period on the roof, but with that student intervening with his emerald tentacle Stand, he wasn’t able to meet you. Shit.

Jotaro picked up his school bag and ducked his head under the door frame, stepping out of the house. And he waited for that high-pitched “wait!” followed by his daily, annoying morning kisses.

But no one came rushing his way with any. He turned to look over his shoulder to see no sight of his beloved mother.

Strange.

The crunch of a leaf nearby alerted the delinquent to look at the source of the sound, only for him to be confused and surprised at the sight of you entering the Kujo family gate. You saw him standing there and waved. “Morning!”

“How the fuck did you know where I live?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

You approached him with a nervous chuckle. “Holly-san insisted I sample one of her delicious bento meals and told me to come again tomorrow which is today.”

“Not an answer.”

“Alright, if I’m gonna be honest with you…” You started, looking elsewhere with a not-so-guilty pout. “I… may perhaps followed you home yesterday lunch period with I think was the new transfer student bleeding on your shoulder.”

Could she be like that guy? Is she secretly here to kill me too? No, it can’t be. If that were the case, she would have done so weeks ago, but he kept his guard up and continued from what you said. “Followed me?”

“I know it sounds creepy but by all means, I just wanted to see where you were going.”

“Why the fuck did you follow me, woman?!” Jotaro growled, raising his voice a bit out of irritation that you stalked him all the way from school grounds. “Being stalked to your house isn’t exactly settling!”

“Well, what the fuck should I do when I was worried about what was happening to you?!” To his surprise, you yelled back with equal volume as his, catching him off guard at the words.

“You leave for one week without notice, combined with the fact that you had a violent spirit you still need to control and the rumors that spread around school about you being a murderer, you think I wouldn’t start getting concerned whether or not you were still okay?!”

His words caught in his throat. You were… worried for him? So far in his life, only his mother showed sentiment towards his well-being. Having someone else express the same feeling was both surprising and… endearing. “You- “

“Wow, I’m yelling first thing in the morning. Hold on,” you took a deep breath and sighed. “But listen, I know following you isn’t cool, but you know, I was looking forward to talking to you again during lunch. But after the school shook from what I assume was your spirit’s doing and I saw you heading out again, I grew concerned. I’m sorry.”

Jotaro didn’t know what to say to your explanation. He was honestly still stunned that you were worrying about his safety when in reality he stayed in prison because he was just as worried that he’d hurt people like you.

It’s odd how that works.

There were many things he wanted to refute you, but for some reason, he let their morning pettiness fade away into an awkward silence, instead of escalating it. He pressed his lips together and tipped his hat, giving you a nod as a way of accepting your apology.

Out of nowhere, a crash came out from within the house, causing the both of you to abruptly turn to the sound. Jotaro shared one look with you before taking off in a hurried jog, your footsteps trailing behind him.

He cocked his head. She really is going to play this game...

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When you heard the crash from within the Kujo household, all you could think about was Holly- Bubbly, caring, and vulnerable. Did someone break in? Did she drop something by accident? Or did something else happen that you refused to think about?

You followed closely behind Jotaro and ran in the direction of the crash.

On your way, you two came into contact with an old man as tall and fit as the delinquent despite his age, his face warped into reasonable concern. He caught a glance at you, probably wondering who you were, but dismissed it as the 2 continued.

You kept trailing behind them until you halted once they stopped before an opening into one of the manor’s rooms. A small gap between the men was made available for you to slip past and right as you did-

You gasped, hands cupping your mouth. “Holly-san…”

There she was- unconscious on the floor, lying on her stomach as translucent roses and thorns cover the entirety of her back, sprawling and squirming like living creatures. Did she… also have a spirit? An unknown man with dark skin knelt beside her, equally distraught at the scenario.

“… A Stand?” The elder adult said from behind you. Stand? Is that what it’s called? Does he know about these specific ghosts? Does he have one too? Does everyone suddenly have one? “Holly…”

Out of the blue, you yelped as the same man grabbed Jotaro by the collar of his uniform, yelling and pushing the teenager against the wall. “My… my worst fear has come true,” he said, gritted and angry. “My girl… she has a Stand.”

You had a hunch and it was correct. He was Holly’s father and Jotaro’s grandfather.

“I knew she didn’t have the power to resist.” Resist? “I knew she didn’t have the strength to deny DIO’s soul.”

DIO.

That name.

“All in time, we’ll be able to pay our lord what we owe. For all that he has given our family.”

“Lord DIO.”

You felt weak, having to lean against the wood of the wall. That… that bastard. “Tell me! What can we do?” The moment you came to the realization, you heard the delinquent’s voice reply back to his grandfather.

“There’s one thing- We must find DIO and break this curse. That’s our only option!”

At the same time, your legs gave in from beneath you and you collapsed onto your knees. You heard Jotaro call your name out in alarm, but you ignored him as your breath shook and your hands curled into fists against the floorboards. That motherfucker.

“Who is she?” The old man said through his distress, enough for you to snap out of your momentary trance. “Is she one of them? Like that kid you brought in?”

You found your composure and steeled yourself to answer. “Is that more important than your daughter’s current position?” You said, looking straight at the adult. “We have to tend to her first, put her in bed, and then we’ll talk.”

People did what was needed to be done and after at least an hour has passed since the discovery, Holly was taken care of and was now on her futon with a new change of looser clothes and a damp towel on her forehead to help with the fever.

You entered the room with a glass and a pitcher of water, placing it down nearby the futon before standing close by Jotaro, with the elder adult kneeling by Holly’s side, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles. The stranger who helped excused himself to the library.

“Just as you said,” he said, placing down her hand as he turned to you with a pointed look. “We’ve taken care of Holly, now explain yourself.”

You calmly introduced yourself as a student in the school where Jotaro was enrolled in and added in the tiny detail that you were the delinquent’s newfound friend. The bearded man glanced at the teenager for confirmation, to which the latter nodded once.

“Friend, you say...,” he said. “I’m surprised that my scary-looking grandson managed to make friendly connections at school.”

“You’d be even more surprised how that came to happen-”

“You saw it,” Jotaro said, cutting your dialogue with the adult. “The plants.” You looked up at him and gave him a firm nod.

“You know I won’t bullshit you.”

This elicited intrigue from the adult. “You can see Stands?” Though, before he could ask you further questions, Holly stirred and slowly opened her eyes, prompting everyone’s attention to fall on her. “Holly!”

She let out a tired smile. “Papa…”

You head over to the pitcher to pour a glass of water to give to her. “Holly-san, here. Don’t wanna get dehydrated.”

The blonde woman widened her eyes, probably surprised by your presence among her family members, but to your expectations, she beamed at your kind gesture. “Thank you, sweetie.” She took a sip before she continued. “I don’t know what happened to be honest. I developed a fever and passed out.”

“You had us all worried Holly.” The elder man said as he retrieves all the self-care materials near him and use them on his daughter.

With the last of her father’s coddling over, Holly clapped her hands as if she didn’t pass out mere minutes ago. “Now that I’m feeling better,” she made a move to get out of bed, causing you and the old man to reluctantly let her move. “What would all of you like-“

“Stay in bed!” All eyes were cast on Jotaro with his booming tone inappropriate to the situation. You gave him a stern look, one that sent a message that read “not now” in regards to his aloof nature. The teenager in question looked away and tipped his hat, a clear sign of immediate sorry. “I-I mean… you should take it easy until the fever dies down.”

His mother smiled in response to his way of expressing concern, only for her to faint back into the cushions, unconscious. “Holly-san!” You exclaimed, genuinely worried for her health. A mumble you’re your lips quietly. “What happened to you?”

“We don’t have time to waste,” you heard the elderly man say. “We need to find DIO and put an end to this. To start, we first need to find out his location.”

“I know where he is.” Both Jotaro and his grandfather turned to you with a sharp gaze, and you chose your next words carefully. “Cairo, Egypt.”

“How would you know?”

“Relative. I never knew why this relative of mine was obsessed with this… DIO guy, but I often eavesdropped them talking to him through the phone and when they talked about living conditions, they kept mentioning familiar places found in Cairo.”

“Judging from how constant I’ve heard about Egypt, I assume the person you’re looking for is staying there.”

“Sounds like another case of either the flesh buds doing their work or is simply one of his devoted followers.” The low voice of the stranger entered the room, a heavy book in hand. “Who is she Mr. Joestar?”

“A friend of my grandson’s apparently,” the elderly man Mr. Joestar said. “That begs the question of why. Why are you telling us this?”

Before you could offer up your honest response, to your surprise, Jotaro spoke ahead of you. “Jiji, aren’t you asking too many questions?”

“We can’t help it, Jotaro. We need to take precautions with whoever comes our way before we could trust them.” He gave you one hard glare. “You’ll never know if she’s secretly one of DIO’s followers herself.”

“I’m fucking not!” You normally had yourself kept together, but there was something in his words that felt like an insulting slap to the face, triggering some deep-seated emotions of wanting none of what your family was doing with this sketchy overlord.

Everyone in the room was caught off guard by your sudden exclamation, including your ever-so-stoic friend beside you. You were glad Holly wasn’t awake to witness your lack of composure. I’m yelling again. Get yourself together and explain. Brushing your hair up with a deep breath, you continued.

“I’m sorry but having you assume that I’m one of his lackeys was lowkey insulting.” You gave the old man a pointed look. “What I mean is that the reason I’m giving this piece of information is that I want to find out the fucker responsible for making my past life a living hell.”

“What are you saying?” The teenager asked.

“I’m saying,” you balled your hands into fists and with conviction in your voice, you said. “I want to join you guys in finding this DIO person and help you take him down- hey!”

Not even finished with your statement, Jotaro grabbed your wrist tight and half-dragged you out of the room, sliding the paper doors close to provide privacy. “What gives?”

“You’re not going,” The delinquent said, telling you directly in the eyes.

“And why not?” You crossed your arms, maintaining eye contact. “Who are you to tell me what to do and not do?”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Do you know why I beat up that student into a bloody pulp? It’s because he had the fucking balls to accept the task of killing me.” Jotaro said the most in quite a while. “People will target you if you plan on coming.”

“I know, I’m not stupid.”

“You’re better off watching over her. It’s safer that way- “

“What I said is final. I am coming with you whether you like it or not.” You stood your ground, proving your point as you daringly took one step forward towards the towering teenager, looking straight into his eyes. “Are you implying that I’m incapable of fending for myself?”

“That’s not- “

Another step. “That I’ll just weigh everyone down? Slow the mission?” You took one last step and you tilted your head up to make sure you still faced him. “I’ll have you be reminded that my… stand as you guys called it, won’t let anything and anyone harm me.”

Wordless, the raven-haired could only peer into your eyes with pressed lips, as if he was still trying to convince you to stay behind but ran out of words to do so. “You…”

“You said I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, but you didn’t know what I’ve been through- why I moved to Japan in the first place. And no, it’s not because of schooling or change of location.” Vague images of your childhood briefly flashed through your head, a collection of people with unclear faces doing things you refused to think about.

Jotaro didn’t say any rude remarks about your sentiments, allowing you to continue. “Being targeted? Not really a concern for me anymore.” You chuckled dryly, though the delinquent didn’t look like he found your words amusing. “But I trusted my stand to protect me and I trust that it will continue to do so.”

“So long spill done with,” you cocked your head. “Will you allow me to come with and find the motherfucker that needs to be taught a lesson for cursing your mom and tainting my past?”

Silence.

You couldn’t tell sometimes with the raven-haired teen what he was thinking, or why he kept on prolonging the silence between you two. And every time he did it, strings of questions would always flow in your mind- a repeated mantra of mostly “what ifs”. You were patient during your rooftop sessions, but you needed someone to back you up right now.

At last, he cut eye contact with you and turned to open the sliding door, his hat tipped down. “Good grief. You are one stubborn woman.”

Not really an answer. “What does that mean? Do I get to go? Yes or no?”

Jotaro threw one glance at you over his shoulder before opening the sliding doors open with one swift motion.

“Jiji, she’s coming with us.”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes behind him, your worries of being left behind alleviated a little bit with the firm and steady voice of your bad boy acquaintance backing you despite the old man responding with a contrasting shocked expression.

“W-What Jotaro?! You’re allowing- I mean, it isn’t like you to- aren’t you worried that a pretty young lady like her would-“

“I said she’s coming old man,” the delinquent repeated.

“And what would he be worried about, Mr. Joestar?” You continued. “That a pretty young lady like me would get roughed up and be scared 24/7?” A bead of sweat trailed down the elderly adult’s temple. You smiled, albeit with hints of passive aggressiveness. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine, thank you~”

“Mr. Joestar, though it’s going to be natural for us to worry over her, if she is this determined to join us on this journey, then I believe in her conviction and that she’ll be able to help us the best as she could.” The stranger said in respect to your words, turning to you with a hand extended towards you.

“Muhamad Avdul.” You smiled and introduced yourself in return, shaking his hand.

“Oh… my… god.” The opposing member of the group said from behind, drawing out each syllable as if to produce some sort of dramatic effect. “What would granny Erina and Suzi think of this?”

“Mr. Joestar, care to introduce yourself to her?” Avdul cleared his throat.

The elder adult, clearly the most hesitant of the bunch, shifted his gaze at each of the men in the room, likely trying to find some subtle displays of disagreement for leverage. He found none and he gave in with a heavy groan. “If the young lady insists, then so be it then.”

He stretched out a… prosthetic hand? “Joseph Joestar.” You shook it only for you to notice the missing pinky finger. Joseph caught onto your gaze and said, “oh this? Blame your friend beside you.”

You threw your attention to Jotaro, who couldn’t care less, in disbelief. “Serves him right for wanting me out of jail.”

“You went to jail?!”

“I’m sorry but am I… interrupting anything?” With the voice of a newcomer, everyone’s heads turned to the door to see a familiar cherry-haired student with a bandaged forehead.

“Kakyoin-san?” You approached him. “Are you alright? Last I saw you; you were bleeding everywhere.”

He looked at you and widened his eyes in recognition. “It’s you again. I didn’t expect you to be here, nor did I expect you to reach this far into your friendship with him for you to be visiting his house.”

At that implication, your cheeks warmed. “O-Oh no it’s not that. I just came by because Holly-san asked me to.”

“Everyone! Now’s not the time for any more chit-chat!” Joseph exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the floor. “My daughter’s dying and we have at most 50 days to rid her of DIO’s curse!”

“Mr. Joestar’s right. We have to make our move as soon as possible,” Avdul said as he turned to look at Joseph with a nod.

“When are you going? I’ll go with you,” Kakyoin said, a hand on his chest.

“Why would you?” The delinquent asked eyes narrowed. You assumed that he was skeptical about the voluntary decision, but the cherry-haired student chuckled in response.

“About that… I’m not sure why I suddenly want to join you either.” Jotaro scoffed, unsure if he was still unconvinced or midway there. “I’ve regained my senses because of you. That’s all.” He pointed to his temple with a smile.

“But also,” he turned towards the feverish woman. “Ms. Holly is a woman who can calm the hearts of others. I’d want to protect those like her.”

“Having an extra helping hand would come in handy, right?” You said in support of his decision, though it didn’t appear it was needed upon looking at the contented smiles on both Joseph’s and Avdul’s faces.

With the old man having said his goodbye message to an unconscious Holly, he told his small group of Stand users to follow him out the gate just as a line of cars arrived outside, groups of people in lab coats and suits stepping out of them and flooding into the Kujo household.

You looked back at them with a confused tilt. “Who…?”

“They’re doctors from the Speedwagon Foundation. Them, along with a couple of bodyguards, will watch over my daughter while we’re away.” Joseph said briefly before attending to one of the mentioned professionals, most likely to provide additional instructions.

You couldn’t help but get on your tiptoes just to say something to Jotaro without others hearing it. Another one of your playful jabs. “You guys are filthy rich. I was half-joking when I said that last time when your lunch box was obliterated.”

The raven-haired teenager rolled his eyes. “It’s all on the old man. Don’t look at me.”

“Jojo, before we leave,” You turned to see Avdul approaching both of you, a hand reaching into his robes. “Since I am a fortune teller, I shall name your Stand.”

“Name?”

The dark-skinned man pulled out a deck of cards with a smile. “With the cards of fate- the Tarot. Choose a card blindly and it shall be decided. This will suggest your fate as well as your Stand’s power.”

You watched in intrigue as the fortune teller lays out the deck in his palm for the teenager to choose from, and once he did pick “The Star” among others, Avdul proclaimed that the muscular purple humanoid that was Jotaro’s Stand would go by the name of “Star Platinum”.

You chuckled to yourself as finally knew what to call this spirit. Star Platinum’s a cool name not gonna lie.

“Would you like to have a reading as well?” You blinked out of your thoughts to see the man hand you the reshuffled Tarot cards. “I presume you haven’t named yours?”

Looking at the deck and back at Avdul, you smiled and shook your head. “As much as I’d love to experience your fortune-telling reading, I already made mine a while back.”

You reached inside of your blazer pocket, pulling out a singular card bearing a cartoon rendition of a figure blindfolded with a flowing fabric whose ends shaped into blades, and in their sole hand hung a pair of golden scales.

Justice.

As successful as he was, your uncle was superstitious and so he shared his beliefs with you and encouraged having your life read before you left for Japan. You weren’t at his level of belief but you did admit it was an interesting experience, even if you didn’t understand it back then.

However, looking at it now, your card made sense in accordance with your current situation- Finding balance, seeking the truth, and righting what was wrong.

Avdul took one look at your selection and gave you a nod of satisfaction. The teenager glanced at it once and huffed, turning away with a mumbled “suits you”.

“Now as for the name. I kinda had one in mind for some time now,” you continued. “The tarot card’s name isn’t part of it at all, but one I just figured fit well with my Stand.” One that represented her aura of safety and mystery.

For the first time, you said her name:

Silent Sanctuary

You didn’t know how your journey with these men would turn out, nor how threatening the dangers awaited all of you on the way to Egypt, but you placed your trust in them; that all of you would make it out triumphant against the evils sent your way.

You trusted in Sanctuary above all; that she would help you in your adventure and would continue to protect you until the very end.

With the preparations complete and you standing by Jotaro’s side, you joined the men in their quest to find DIO and set off into the unknown.

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Secretary Soulmate - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: Secretary Soulmate

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Anyone other than Indy and the Reader are OCs

Soulmate AU (Soul Mark) / Childhood Friends AU

Requested by @groovy-lady (I hope you really like this one! Probably my favorite of Indy I've made XD Hope you're alright with a kind, sweet, and B.A. reader) And thank you for requesting again!)

WC: 3,307

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of killing, fake threats, teasing, blood mentioned, injuries mentioned, broken bones mentioned, friends to lovers kind of thing, nervousness, feelings realized, small bit of fighting (both physically and verbally), guns, pinning?, slight angst, and fluff

You rushed down the hall as fast as you could, weaving past other teachers, students, and so on. You held a pile of papers in your arms, your hair flying wildly as you tried to get to your destination. You worked at Marshall College in Connecticut as a secretary, and oh boy was it a lot of work. But the pay was good, so that was all that mattered. Besides, your childhood best friend, Indiana, worked there. It was a win-win in your book, minus all the times you had to rush from room to room. You suddenly bumped into something, or someone, the papers, and folders flying out of your hands and onto the floor. You frowned, looking down at the papers before you quickly dropped to your knees, picking them up.

"Sorry about that, Y/N." A voice spoke up, and your frown spread into a smile. Indiana got down on a knee, picking up the remaining papers before he helped you up.

"It's fine, Indy. I wasn't paying attention." You breathed out as Indiana passed you the rest of the papers and folders.

Indiana pushed up the bridge of his glasses, a smile on his face, "I guess I wasn't either. So, agree to agree that we were both distracted?"

You nodded, letting out a small laugh, "Agreeing to agree about agreeing that we were both so distracted."

Indiana chuckled as he gestured to the paperwork, "I'll get out of your way, you have work to do." Only for you to shake your head.

"Actually," You began, trying to rearrange the papers neatly together, avoiding papercuts, "These are all for you. Most from Mrs. Brindlestaw." You finished, offering him the documents.

Indiana pursed his lips, furrowing his eyebrows, "All for me? What is it?" He asked curiously, flipping through some of the pages before he looked back down at you.

"Some paperwork you need to fill out about some class things. Plus some of the student council stuff from your last meeting, and last but not least, a student of yours passed me their essay for you." You answered in one breath, before letting out a sigh.

Indiana couldn't help but smile again, "Working you to the bone. You should take a break, go out and see the world. Actually, you know what? I'm taking you to Australia." He spoke quickly, not even letting you get a word in.

You gaped at him, like a fish out of water as you started up at him, "Indy, I can't let you do that-"

"No, Y/N/N, I'm not having it. Now, go on, you probably have somewhere else to be after me, right?" He asked and your eyes widened.

"I do, thank you, Indy." You said before you rushed off, missing the admiring look Indiana gave you as you left.

He'd known you since he was a "delinquent" kid finding treasure in his backyard. He had met you by chance, at the young age of eleven, he found you, ten, climbing on some giant rocks near his home. He was immediately taken with you, watching as you had your arms out, balancing the best you could from so high up. He mistakenly called out to you, watching in horror as you lost your balance and fell to the ground. Even though he technically broke your arm, that didn't stop you from becoming his friend... And climbing those rocks again. You were kind, sweet even; reminding Indiana of his mother's kindness towards him.

Throughout the years, you both went on with your lives; keeping in touch with letters. When Indiana joined the college years later, he was surprised to see you, working as some of the professor's secretaries. Indiana was beyond excited to see you again, it had been years. Years of traveling to different worlds, countries, lands... Years of being away from you. He missed you. He didn't know how much until he saw you. Until you saw him. Your eyes lit up like the fourth of July as you bolted down the hall and jumped into his arms. Indiana could still remember the smell of your perfume, the way you did your hair; the way you said his name. He would never forget that moment.

Indiana was in love.

But... There was one problem.

He doubted that you were his soulmate.

His hand subconsciously grazed his side over his shirt, where his soul mark lay, a peach-colored symbol with a black outline. He first got it when he turned eighteen. He could still remember the pain he felt, clutching his side. Feeling as if he was being stabbed over and over in that same area. It took a while for Indiana to find out what the symbol was. After almost two years of searching, he found it to be an Ingwaz Rune.

Indiana knew you didn't share his same soul mark. You were too perfect. Too perfect for him. He went on dangerous adventures, risking his life to bring back rare artifacts. While you went to work and read books on your weekends for fun. No, you lived inside an average house, wearing white clothes with red accents, reading on Sunday afternoons with your cat at your feet.

So why did he feel so alone? Why did he feel like he was losing you? He didn't want to lose you. He wanted to take you in his arms, no matter his damned soul mark, and let you have him as yours. But, the other part of him, the unselfish part, told him to let you go. Let you go out and find your one true soulmate, get married, start a family, and live happily ever after. Indiana wished he could have that. He was married to his work when really... He wished he was married to you. Indiana accepted his fate, he wished for you. He longed for you. But, as they say... If you love someone, let them go. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He needed to focus on work. He needed to focus on grading his students' papers.

.:. .:. .:.

"Are you sure I packed enough, Jonesy? You said two weeks, I feel like I didn't pack enough." You said, as Indiana just shook his head, taking your suitcase and carrying it out of your house.

"If you don't have enough, I'll buy you clothes there. But I know you Y/N, you always overpack. Remember Alabama, 1924?"

You nodded, giggling out a laugh, "Yes! I had enough clothes for a month!" You exclaimed as Indiana laughed.

"And it was only a two-day trip!" He added with a deep chuckle.

You calmed down slowly, the smile on your face never faltering. "Indy?" You then asked, turning over to look at him as he led you to his car. "Why are you taking me on this trip?"

Indiana gave you a side glance as he opened the passenger seat for you, you hopped in before he shut your door for you. You picked at the skin around your nails as you heard him open the trunk and put your suitcase inside. He walked around the side and got into the driver's seat. Buckling, he turned to you with an unknown expression on his face. "You deserve a break. While you are in Australia with me, you won't work. And I know you brought some of that paperwork back." He spoke accusatoryly before he turned and started the car.

"You know I like working. It calms me down. And don't think this is all one-sided, Indy. You deserve a break too. You're hardly at the college anymore." You pointed out, making Indiana frown as he drove down the road to the airport.

"You know I like working. It calms me down." He repeated your words, almost hauntingly.

You gave him a deadpan look, "So you can't blame me for wanting to save up most of my vacation time. You know... It's better to save them and go on one big trip than to go on two or three ones. Also! How does your adventuring calm you down? You literally come back and tell me how you almost died or fell into a pit of snakes; which you hate. Or you get shot, stabbed, punched... Have I mentioned almost dying? Also, you bring other women with you. Do you know how dangerous that is? Glad no one sued you." You ended your rant, feeling your face and chest warm with annoyance and anger the more you spoke.

Indiana's eyes widened slightly as he gave you another side glance, "Are you jealous, Y/N/N?"

You turned to him, mouth slightly agape, "Are you serious? That's all you got from that? Jealous?" Your eyes were wide in disbelief, unable to comprehend the question. "Why would I be jealous? While you are out... Thrill-seeking! I'm at home, safe," You stated bluntly, raising your eyebrow.

Indiana stared at you at the red light, his jaw hanging open slightly, "Thrill-seeking puts bread on the table," He replied, in feigned offense.

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just drive, please." You mumbled, crossing your arms. It was quiet in the car, the tension between you both was strong, but it lessened and lessened the longer he drove.

"You know..." Indiana began softly, "You used to like going on adventures with me." He recalled, making you purse your lips. Indiana pulled up to the airport, parked, and turned off the engine. He then turned to you, a wrinkle in the middle of his brows. "What happened?"

You opened your mouth, feeling it become incredibly dry as you closed it and swallowed, "I grew up, Indiana." You answered faintly, unbuckling from your seat before placing your hand on the door handle, "I stopped going because I hated seeing you get hurt." You quickly opened the door, shutting it behind you as you headed to the trunk grabbing your bag.

Indiana sat frozen in his seat, a painful knot in his throat. Indiana's hand traveled to his mark, it had been bothering him lately. Maybe something was wrong. Gulping, Indiana got out of the car and grabbed his suitcase from the truck; following you inside.

The long plane ride was agony as you sat beside Indiana, him letting you have the window seat; saying he'd already seen it so many times before. You rested your hand on your chin, resting your elbow on your armrest. You stared out the window, watching the plains turn into an ocean. Your mind kept replaying your conversation with Indiana in the car. You felt terrible for how you treated him. You just missed him. You hated when he went out on trips and got hurt. That was a given. But you missed him. You wished he'd stay, stay and spend time with you. Sure, you'd get a couple of weeks with him, but that was mostly at work. You only were really able to come over on weekends. You were so busy with your work to come over after school, and it was the same with Indy most of the time.

You itched at your soul mark, your mind racing with so many wishes and dreams. You hoped that the person you were destined for was charming, intelligent, caring, funny... He would have to be a brunette, you loved those. Oh, maybe brown eyes. Chocolatey, like burnt caramel. Eyes you could fall right into, like a chocolate milk pool. He'd have to have a sweet smile and maybe even a cocky grin. He'd love you in ways no one else could. The picture you painted in your head was beautiful. It was perfect. Then your eyes widened. Your stomach churned as you held your breath. The person you pictured. The person you thought would be perfect...

Was your best friend, Indiana Jones.

You were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Indiana Jones. Your Indy... Your Jonesy. You wondered what it would be like if you were loved by him... What kind of life would you have had if he was your soulmate? You bit your lip and leaned against the window. You watched as the clouds passed below. But he couldn't be. No. Indiana needed someone, someone who craved adventure like him. Someone that had that burning need for escapades to Italy, London, Scotland, or Egypt running through their veins. You wished you could enjoy adventures with Indiana again. But, that was no longer possible. You didn’t want to see him bleeding, bruised, hurt…

.:. .:. .:.

"Indy!" You yelled over the gunfire, sitting on the back of a moving van as you tried to escape some other artifact hunters. Somehow, Indiana forgot to mention that he was going to look for an artifact while you were there. You clutched onto Indiana's shirt as he kept an arm around you, shooting back with his own gun. "Oh, if we survive I'm going to kill you!" You exclaimed angrily, as Indiana chucked his gun to the corner of the van, ducking down with you.

"Might as well do it now before they beat you to it." He taunted as you stared up at him with a glare, hitting him hard on the arm.

"Don't freaking joke about that, Indiana Jones. They won't kill you, I will." You spoke, trying to keep your voice steady as your hands shook in fear. You saw a flash of pain in his eyes before he turned away. You followed his gaze, noticing the group of four men, each armed with guns, following you both in their own van. "Damnit, Indiana!" You cursed under your breath as you pushed yourself off of him, "You promised that this was going to be a normal, relaxing trip. No adventures, no dumb artifacts, and no near-death experiences!"

"Probably not a great time to fight right now, sweetheart. You know, with people shooting at us." Indiana mentioned, his tone coated with annoyance as you just huffed. Sliding over, you grabbed Indiana's empty gun, Indiana watching in confusion, fear, and interest as you peeked over the van's hatch. "What are you doing!?" Indiana exclaimed, watching as you pulled back, aimed, and threw the gun; hitting the driver's side windshield. The driver lost control of the vehicle, throwing his passengers off balance, causing several weapons to fly into the air, and the men to fall to the ground. Indy's eyes widened in surprise as he glanced down at you in amusement and awe. His heart rate rose and his body tensed as he gripped your waist, holding on tightly, preventing you from falling down as the van continued down the rocky terrain. "Wow, honey! That was amazing." You ignored him, turning to the driver in the front, and asking him to take you to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, you sped-walked to your hotel room, Indiana following behind like a wounded puppy. You unlocked your door, turning to look at Indiana with a sharp glare before grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside. Shutting your door, you turned to Indiana, crossing your arms. "Indiana Jones." You growled, Indiana shutting his eyes, waiting for you to yell at him, but it never came.

Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, only for them to widen as he watched tears fall down your cheeks. Indiana went to reach out to you but you spoke, "Why do you always bring danger with you everywhere you go?" You cried softly, your arms dropping to your side. "Why did you have to bring me with you? You know I don't like seeing you hurt..." You whispered, your tears falling onto the carpet below your feet. "It scares me, Indy. I don't want to see you hurt." Your voice cracked slightly, your breathing becoming shaky as tears streamed down your face. "And I can't help it! I still think about you all the time when you're gone, I wonder where you are! If you're alive. If you are safe." You brought your hand up to wipe some of your tears away. "I just with you could see how much I-" You paused, your vision clearing a bit for you to see Indiana's shirt, a section slowly turning red.

Your eyes widened as you froze, your body growing cold. "Indiana. You are hurt." You whispered, stepping forward to take a closer look as you brushed your tears away. "You got shot! Why didn’t you tell me?" You asked him, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

"Kind of hard when we were getting shot at... And when you were saving us." He spoke, voice soft; his brown eyes softer.

"Well, you are not dying on my watch. Take your shirt off. I'll get a first aid kit." You said, passing him as he chuckled.

"Take me to dinner first." He joked, you freezing mid-step, your face burning before you snapped out of it and continued to find a first aid kit.

You came out of the bathroom a couple of moments later, gulping when you saw Indiana sitting on your bed, shirtless; with a small gash on his side. You ignored the feeling of your cheeks warming as you sat in front of him. Opening the kit, Indiana watched as you grabbed the supplies you needed before going to his small wound and beginning to clean it.

"Ow." Indiana muttered, making you pause, looking up at him.

"Are you actually in pain or messing with me?" You asked and Indiana shrugged.

"Pain." He answered simply, making you purse your lips and get back to work. You gently patted the gash with the rag, cleaning it as best as you could. You tried not to let your eyes wander, but they did. Gazing across his abdomen, stopping when you saw something. Something familiar. You furrowed your eyebrows, your cleaning slowed. "Indy?" You spoke up, gaining his attention.

"Hmm," He replied back, as you leaned back, your eyes wide. Indiana furrowed his eyebrows, "Y/N, what's wrong?" Not receiving an answer from you, he began to laugh awkwardly, "Not dying, am I, Doc?"

"Henry." You spoke, Indiana's blood draining from his face as his eyes widened.

"Uh, am I in trouble? I promise I won't take you on any more adven-"

"You are my soulmate." You whispered, not believing what you were seeing, your fingers gently grazing over the mark on the opposite side of his gash.

Indiana stared at you, not believing what he was hearing, "My... My what? My what?!"

"Soulmate. Mine." You told him, leaning forward again as he swallowed thickly.

"You mean... We've been... This whole time..." He trailed off. "This whole time we could've been together? Wait, show me." He commanded, watching intently as you raised your shirt up, showing him your matching mark. With shaky fingers, he traced it lightly. It was the same as his. The same peachy rune with a black outline. Indiana looked up at you, staring into your eyes as you stared right back. Without missing a beat, Indiana pulled you into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. Oh, how you had been wishing for this, dreaming of it. Finally, you two pulled apart.

"Might be a bit spontaneous... But marry me?" He asked you and you laughed quietly.

"No." You shook your head, making Indiana frown before pulling his head down for another kiss. "Not spontaneous at all." Indiana let out a sigh of relief, a smile blinding. "My answer is yes, Jonesy.” Indiana smiled, “But you are still in trouble. But I’ll forgive you once we get you cleaned up and we cuddle.”

“I can do both of those things.” Indiana smirked, “Fix away, honey. I think we need a nap.”

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𝙂𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙐𝙨 (Robin Arellano) Pt.6

Pairing: Robin Arellano x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,648

Date Published: 8/8/22

Tags: Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Heartbreak, breakups, (past) fluff, eventual Vance Hopper X Reader, time-skips, flashbacks, confessions, fighting.

Description: (This AU Has no grabber what so ever. It's just with the characters. I'm also making them all 16-17 just because it seems better to me lol.)

You and Robin had been dating for quite a while. It all went downhill When he began to get into fights again. A bit later, you get with someone else. How will Robin handle seeing you with someone who isn't him?

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'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴

(𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩)

"And then she goes: 'You never know when to quit do you?!'." You said mimicking the girl's voice from earlier. Vance almost choked on his Dr.Pepper right then and there. The two of you had left the school mid way through 6th period and had made it to the go-go mart by the start of 7th. He did show you how to play pinball. Did you beat his high score? Absolutely not. You made it not even a quarter of the way before you lost. Your eye sight really wasn't that good. It didn't help that you forgot to put in your contacts either. Or the fact your glasses were somewhere in Finney's room since last week when the two of you and Donna built a new lego set.

You watched Vance vigorously play the pinball machine. As much as it hurt your ego to admit, he was a lot better than you. But you didn't mind it. You liked the fact that the two of you were equally balanced in skills. And the fact that the two of you had the perfect friendship dynamic going. He was practically the male version of you, and you the female version of him. That may be why he had a crush on you. He'd liked you for a while, but he knew you had a thing for Robin since about 8th grade. When the two of you got together, he decided to sit back and not interfere. But now that you were done for?

He took this as his chance.

Vance liked you because you didn't look at him like he was some monster how everyone else did. You didn't treat him like a delinquent or someone who deserves to be put behind bars. You would check up on him every now and then and wrap his hands. You would hang out with him and spend quality time with him. He liked everything about you. Looks, personality, anything. The one thing he didn't like though? The way you looked at him.

He could tell in your eyes you wished he was Robin.

He could tell you missed him. How you would bring up old memories of the two of you. The way your entire mood changed when you told him a story or just saw Robin walk down the hallway. Or the way you looked like your heart shattered into millions of pieces every time you saw Robin and Paige together. He knew you wished that you were her. You even called him Robin's name a couple of times. You never seemed to notice, but Vance would never say anything to prevent you from being upset.

he often thought about how he had comforted you in the music room when he saw you crying. You had been playing a song you wrote for Robin a while back. You told him that you never got to play it for Him and that made you look like you would start to tear up all over again. Instead, he took your guitar and attempted to play something. God forbid, because he was terrible. He was glad that it made you cheer up and stop crying. The two of you talked in the music room before he offered to walk you home. You gladly excepted as you picked up your satchel. As the two of you walked out, he looked across the hall to see that Robin had been watching from English class the entire time. Vance soon held your hand and turned back to smirk at Robin. It gave him a bit of satisfaction that Robin looked like he wanted to crucify him, but he couldn't because he was in class.

He knew that if Robin apologized, you'd run back to him in a heartbeat. Who's to say that'll happen though? Vance truly just wanted you to be happy. And he knew that would only happen if you were with Robin again. He was satisfied enough with the fact that you weren't bawling your eyes out every-night anymore. Or so he thought.

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"(Y/n)!" You looked up from your chip bag to see Vance staring at you. "Hm?" He rolled his eyes slightly. "I asked if you were doing anything tonight for the 4th time." You felt a bit bad considering you zoned out again with him. You couldn't help it. He reminded you of Robin. Sometimes it was a bit too much for you to handle. So you would unintentionally compare him to Robin in your head and think about everything the two of you did together.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I am." You looked around and saw it was getting a bit darker. "I'm supposed to pick Finney and Donna up to take them to that new roller rink downtown." As you talked, you began to gather your trash and stuff it all into your chip bag. "Do you wanna come with?" You asked. Vance didn't say anything. "C'mon! It'll be fun. That way I don't have to drop them off and spend the night alone in my car. It'll be like-"

"A double date?"

Vance stood up and offered you his hand. You Took it and smiled at him. "Yeah." He chuckled and took your trash to throw away. You felt a bit more excited than earlier. A date? Maybe you were moving on quicker than you thought you would. It made you smile a bit too wide. "I'll meet you there if that's alright." Vance walked back over and was fixing his mullet. "You don't need a ride?" He shook his head. "I live on the opposite side of town. That's too far for you to go from Finney's house to mine, then the rink." "Wow look at you. Vance Hopper being a gentlemen? Who would've thought." You saw him blush before he began to walk ahead of you. As the two of you met at the crosswalk, he waved goodbye before the two of you parted ways.

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When you made it home. You were surprised to see that your mother wasn't home. Her car was here, so where was she? In the kitchen there was a small note on the fridge. It explained that she went on a date with her boyfriend and that the two of you would 'talk about school later'. Bleh. You despised her boyfriend. He was the reason she was never home anymore. They were always out together and doing stuff. And if she was home, they were on the couch watching movies or some shit. You never liked to look him in the face. He reminded you too much of your dad. He looked too much like him too.

You had blown up on him one night. Yelling and screaming about how he was trying to replace him. How he stole your mom and that he was all she cared about anymore. He never said anything. He just sat there while your mom yelled back at you. Asking why you couldn't be happy for her. You saw her cry for the first time in years and it made you feel like shit. You tried to apologize but she just made you go to your room. You hadn't seen her boyfriend since. And the two of you didn't speak about what happened for a month. You still haven't.

You hadn't asked her about using her car, since she left too early. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. Maybe you'd refill her tank just for good measure.

As you got ready to pick Finney and Donna up, you stopped In the mirror to look at yourself. Your nose was a bit bruised from Paige. You had wiped the blood off earlier so that wasn't a problem. But there was the matter of your fists. They were still a bit cut up and bloody, so you took a few minuets to clean them up. You used the rest of your gauze on Vance earlier to wrap his own wounds from his fight. As a last resort you took one of Robin's bandannas that he had given you and cut it in half. You tied them around each fist and tried to push the memory out of your head.

Looking at the living room clock, you decided it would be better to pick up the two of them a bit earlier so you wouldn't hit downtown traffic right away. Grabbing your satchel and skates, you threw set them down in the passengers seat before opening the garage door. You Skateboarded, but also roller skated too. It was something Gwen showed you when you first met her. You eventually bought your own skates because you felt bad asking to borrow hers 24/7.

You didn't exactly love to drive. Sure, you had your License and were a decent driver. But that doesn't mean you were one for it. Robin typically drove you everywhere. Or if you went anywhere with Finney, it would be him. That was until Bruce Yamada's baseball got thrown into his window-shield. Mr. Blake and Mr. Yamada were furious. They made Bruce pay to fix it, but it was still in the shop. The car ride to pick your friends up was silent other than the quiet static of the radio.

Finney didn't live too far from you. So when you pulled up to his driveway it wasn't a surprise that he was already ready. As he and Donna walked out, Gwen followed behind. You rolled down your window and called out to her, asking where she was going. She said she was walking to her friend's house. You asked if she wanted a ride but she declined. After the 3 of you pestered Gwen, telling her it was too dark to walk, she got in the car.

Donna and Finney sat in the back while Gwen sat in the passengers seat. She mentioned your skates and the two of you began to chat. Her friend's house was on the way downtown so it wasn't like it was a detour. "Soooo (Y/n)…I heard that you and Vance ditched the last 2 periods and went to the go-go mart." Gwen said as she turned to you.

"Who-"

"Donna told me." You turned back to Donna. She rose her hands up ind defense. "Don't blame me. Finney told me and Gwen happened to overhear!" You turned back to face the road and adjusted your mirror to look at Finney. "You were in class when we left though? I saw y'all leave to go to 6th." You questioned. "Robin told me in History. He said that he saw you and Vance talking in the office before you both ditched."

You kind of forgot that Robin and Finney were still friends. You didn't have a problem with it. Sure, it was a bit awkward considering it wasn't double dates or hangouts with the 3 of you and Donna anymore. It was now either the three of you without him, or the 3 of them without you.

After you dropped Gwen off, the three of you continued your conversation. "I had no idea you were into Vance." Donna said. You laughed. "Yeah, me neither." The pre-silent car ride turned into laughing and giggling up until you turned not the parking lot of the roller rink. It was packed. It was a Friday night after all. As Donna and Finney got out they asked if you were going to come with them. "Yeah, I'll meet you inside. Im just waiting on-"

"Vance?" They asked in unison.

You nodded. They said they would save you a spot by the benches and walked inside. You sat in the car for a bit before someone knocked on your window. You jumped and turned to see Vance leaning down. You cussed at him and he laughed. He couldn't hear you, but he thought your reaction was funny. You grabbed your things and got out of the car after you locked it. "That wasn't funny." You groan. "It was." You stuck your foot out to trip him as the two of you made your way up the steps.

When you got inside you were a bit overwhelmed with how many people were there. It was more than the car's parked outside. Vance paid for the both of you and you thanked him. You struggled to see even more with the flashing lights all around you. You couldn't find your other friends to save your life. After wondering around for what seemed like forever, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned, ready to punch them only to see Donna. She put her hand over your fist and lowered it while she showed you where they were sitting. Vance said he would be there after he got his skates.

You followed her over to the left corner next to the arcade section. There you saw Finney sitting down next to Bruce and Billy. You weren't best friends with them, but you knew them well enough to be acquaintances with them. You set your things down and put your skates on. Finney and Donna had left after you got there, so it was just Bruce and Billy with you. Billy began to talk to you about the upcoming test in math since you shared the period with him.

Vance came over shortly after and Billy got up the second he did. He was most definitely scared of him. Bruce followed him to leave you two alone. After the next 5 minuets of Vance struggling to put on his skates, he took your hand and you helped him onto the floor. Vance was ungodly bad at skating. You could tell from the way he had no sense of balance and was practically fighting for his life as he gripped your hand.

"Vance c'monnnnn. I'll be right here. I'm not even 6 inches from you. You can let go now." You laughed. He just gripped your hand harder. You spent a few minuets showing him how to balance and try to move. It wasn't the best. He fell a total of 4 times so far. The last one, he ended up on top of you. A few centimeters from your face too.

As the two of you lay there for a moment, you could feel someone watching you. You turned and saw Robin staring at you as he sat with Paige's friends at the bench a few feet away. The eye contact didn't last long before he got up and walked away. But you could tell he looked a bit mad. Or was he hurt?

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