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starkaabii · 4 months ago

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Behold, excuses to talk about your OCs

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(answer however many you want!)

WOOHOO! Buckle up everybody, it's time for a Starkaabii Ramble™! I'll let my main two gals shine here :D

⭐️ If your OC could pick a final weapon from any game to use (such as the Star Rod, Crystal Gun, Triple Star Cane, etc.) which one would they choose and why?

I would imagine Sub-Zero opting for the Love-Love Stick, for no reason other than its effectiveness against Dark Matter. She deeply disdains and fears the things both, so even something to keep around as a ward of sorts would make her feel significantly better. Lavandia, I could absolutely see going for the crystal gun for one reason: rooty tooty point-n-shooty.

👻 Has your OC ever been possessed or mind controlled? If yes, how did it happen?

Sub-Zero has the fortune of not being able to be possessed by Dark Matter—the light within a Kiridan (fancy name for the puffball species I adopted a great many years ago from an old friend who had adopted it from the one who coined the term in the first place) Star Warrior is simply too powerful, and a Dark Matter would essentially be torturing itself attempting to possess one anyhow. It's likely this fact that protected her from Nightmare during the war, considering she was in fact captured and held prisoner by his forces at one point. She's nowhere near as strong as Kirby, but her inner light is still very powerful.

Lavandia's never been possessed or mind controlled simply because she's never even experienced anything related to Dark Matter or the war, growing up in the sheltered, long-forgotten reaches of Floralia. I'd imagine she'd be a bit like Nemona from Pokémon Scarlet/Violet though where she's just too darned energetic and enthusiastic to be kept under full control anyway.

🥀 What is your OC's favorite kind of flower/plant?

Sub-Zero has a particular fondness for irises and orchids, though she's rather fond of all flowers. Lavandia, of course, does not have a single plant she dislikes, but her favorite flowers are almost definitely daisies and yellow roses.

📺 If the anime got a reboot or if there was another Kirby TV show, do you have any ideas for episodes that your OC could appear in? What would the plot be and what role would your OC play?

I actually have Sub-Zero's arrival to Dreamland planned and written out exactly as though it were an entire HnK episode, which will be seen eventually in fanfic form at at least, eheheh. I even made sketches for some scenes! After that I'd imagine she'd become a common supporting character like Fumu. Lavandia, I'm not entirely sure—I have something new to think about now!

🪞 Does your OC have a mirror counterpart? If so, what is their mirror counterpart like?

Indeed; to start with, let me ramble a bit about the mirror doppelgangers. In my headcanons, the Mirror counterparts are not opposites of their normal selves, but rather the reflections of what lies deep within their normal counterparts—that is to say, the Mirror doppelgangers are born of and created purely from the Dimension Mirror reflecting the darkest hidden traits of their regular self when that individual gazes into the Dimension Mirror (or any version of it, like the Black Mirror). For example, Shadow Kirby was born of Kirby's hidden insecurities; Dark Meta Knight was born of Meta Knight's hunger for power; Dark Taranza was born of Taranza's grief and regret, and so on. Because these counterparts are just reflections of their true selves, the only way to truly kill them would be to kill their normal counterpart.

Sub-Zero's mirror world counterpart is known as Shimokage; because Sub-Zero underwent brief ninja training in the GSA before ultimately choosing the path of a knight, her mirror counterpart is a ninja of... mediocre skill. She is the reflection of Sub-Zero's many long-standing grudges that she harbors deep within and finds herself unable to forgive—be it her hatred of Dark Matter for its attempted annihilation of her kind; her hatred of Nightmare and all the misery he caused; her bitterness toward traitors such as Yamikage, Marx and Magolor, or her loathing of HWC for their invasion of Popstar (for which she pins the blame, and anger, squarely on Susie). That said, Shimokage is a vengeful and petty soul, always out on a quest to get revenge for things she's long since forgotten the purpose for, fueled by countless old grudges that have long since become muddied and twisted together. Her bitterness has become a warped envy over the smallest of things, adding more and more grudges to her endless list. She carries none of the honor and dignity in the face of those she disdains that Sub-Zero attempts to uphold.

Shadow Lavandia is the reflection of the wild, untamed force of nature that lurks within Lavandia. If Lavandia is like a blooming garden of flora, then Shadow Lavandia is like an overgrown, untamable jungle. She's unpredictable and vicious, sent into a rage by the smallest offense, and may be smiling at you one moment, then furiously strangling you in her ragged tangle of vines the next. This savage unpredictability lurks within Lavandia, but she masks it well under a cheerful optimism and patience that makes it all the more chilling when her savagery is unleashed.

🧙‍♂️ If your OC had armor and a weapon themed after them for Super Kirby Clash, which of the roles (Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Doctor Healmore, or Beam Mage) would the armor and weapon be for and what would it look like?

Sub-Zero: Sword Hero

Blade of Fjords — a Kirby-sized version of Sub-Zero's sword, Fjord.

"A frigid blade wielded by the enigmatic Herald of Winter. It emanates a curious icy chill, perfect for keeping it cool when things get heated."

Herald's Helm — a Kirby-sized version of Sub-Zero's mask, pauldrons and wings, without the dark tinted visor that the real mask has.

"War-worn armor resembling that of a certain icy warrior. Donning it fills the wearer's mind with fuzzy memories of times long since forgotten."

Lavandia: Doctor Healmore

Overgrown Flask — a vaguely pentagonal flask with healthy green vines wrapping around it and a mysterious purple potion encased within, capped by a small pale yellow flower.

"Something about this floral flask fills its holder with a ferocious tenacity whenever they enter battle. Nature can be fearsome."

Lavandian Hood — a lavender-colored eared hood complete with a small star-shaped charm dangling from the left ear and blue-and-white striped scarf covering the wearer's mouth, identical to Lavandia's getup. Akin to the Magoloran gear without the attached cape; instead comes with a wig of white hair peeking out from under the hood in the front and back. Lacks glasses, akin to the Sectonia gear.

"Whoever wears this hood may become inclined toward brutal honesty and a deep admiration for the beauty of the natural world. It bears a striking resemblance to a certain traveler from afar."

🗣️ Does your OC speak more than one language? If they do, what languages do they speak and how did they learn them?

Sub-Zero, due to her experience and travels as a knight-errant, can speak a great many languages from various places of origin to a certain degree. Most prominently, she speaks the modern language of her homeland of Frostak, as well as its long-forgotten ancient tongue, and the common language of Popstar. Lavandia fluently speaks only the common language of Popstar, but she can read writings in ancient Halcandran due in large part for having been around for all of Magolor's obsessive studies.

🎶 What is a song that you associate with your OC, and why do you associate it with them?

I first listened to Stand My Ground by Within Temptation several years ago and immediately realized how much it reminds me of Sub-Zero, and haven't been able to associate any other song with her since. She's been through horrors, countless things that nearly cost her life, yet she clings to her steadfast determination no matter what and refuses to give up until she the moment breathes her last. She'll keep fighting until she can't anymore and someone else has to take up the mantle for her.

For Lavandia, I never put quite as much thought into it, but I always find myself thinking of her whenever I listen to The Seed by AURORA. Floralian through and through, she's a fierce whisperer and guardian of nature, and nothing enrages her more than nature being exploited and destroyed for the sake of greed. She abhors what was done to Halcandra in the war between the Mages and Technicians, and it fills her with a sickening dread to think how close Popstar has come at times to bringing the same fate upon itself. She despises all the things that spark the greed in people that causes them to take the beautiful world around them for granted.

#starkaabii rambles #secti's sketches #kirby #kirby fanart #kirby oc #kirby original character #kirby fan character #kirby fc #kirby au #kirby headcanons #answered #feel free to send me more asks #this literally took me an entire day to write but I had so much fun #especially designing the clash gear!! i should do more of that #kaabii corresponds

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babiebom · 2 years ago

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Dbd Killers as Nicknames my friends and I use in game

A/N: because i think. I only have like one thing posted for dbd. These are the Male Killers!

Tw:maybe cursing? None? Slight sexualization of certain killers?

Genre:headcanons? Or written like headcanons at least

Wc: maybe 3+ for each killer?

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Has no nickname

Is just "the trapper"

Always said in a panic tho

Is usually called a "stupid stupid man"

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

"Oh it's *imitation of him coughing*"

His nickname is just us coughing in gross ways

Also "you absolute baboon" by when we're upset

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

My boyfriend

I exclusively call him this

Everyone else says "oh no your boyfriend is here"

Or we call him Ghost-a Fa-che in really bad italian accents

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Conehead

Forgot the word pyramid

Also trianglehead

Usually proceeded or followed by "ewwwwww why is he sludging up the place????"

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Ugly little baby

We forgot that he is not really a baby

We also call him Viktor Vector

Usually followed by "kill her little baby"

Or "stomp on himmmmm"

Then "yeah that's what you get you ugly baby"

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Lil Kitty Meow Meow

Bc I accidentally called him whisker

And that reminded me of the Lil kitty meow meow meme

Is usually followed by his "urgh" when he does the dashy thing

The Nemesis/Nemesis

Nemesussy

It was a slip of the tongue that stuck

I also call him Thanos half the time

I forget his name and panic

Then call him Thanos because big purple man

Usually proceeded by "oh god it's Thanos I can see his stupid little zombies"

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Has no nickname but is usually called out by saying "sorry I can't talk right now he's ELECTROCUTING ME"

followed by imitations of his laugh

The Legion/Frank&Joey

I do not know how to write this

It's literally just The Legion but pronounced with a very bad French accent

Also Franklin or Frankie-boy

And Josepher and "which one is this one again"

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

We either call him Trickster

Or Jungkook from Bts(yes this whole thing)

Is usually followed by "bob and weave and bob and weave"

Or is followed by "please dont kamsahamnida me"

The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo

Bing Bong

Because when he hits his little thing it goes Bing Bong

Usually proceeded by "oh god" and "please don't be bingbong"

Usually followed by "oh god where did he go"

The Hillbilly/ Max Thompson Jr

We just call him by Max

I usually call him Maxie-poo

Cute

The Cannibal/ Bubba Sawyer

Like Max we just call Bubba by Bubba

Bubba is a cute nickname in of itself

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Onigiri

Because I said "Oni? Like onigiri?"

Followed by screaming or "someone stop him he's eating my blood"

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Rootie tootie mcshooty shooty

Because it's funny

Also sometimes call him the hashslinger

Or hashslinging slashed

From spongebob because we again forgot his name

The Shape/Michael Myers

Miku Miku

Because I panicked when I saw him and could not speak or remember his name for the life of me

Usually followed by "oh god this is gonna be a bad match"

Also followed by singing the song but only by saying Bing and bong.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

"Ew its stupid what's his face....sleepytime....nightnight"

Has no real nickname because we're not happy to see him

"Why is there blood coming out of this...oh."

"Haha your neck is bent weird"

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Incoherent screaming

Literally it's "uhhhh HA HUHHHH WHA HELP"

Followed by "why is he so fast?"

Or is called speedy Gonzales or Sonic

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

I have accidentally called him the borgo

We also just call him the knight or just scream

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pinhead

I find it funny that that is an actual name for him

Because we usually call him that

The Demogorgon(?)

Or "stupid pinhead" but you get the gist

Also BabyBox

Bad doggie

He is a dog that is bad because he keeps biting me with his weird little face

The Dredge(?)

Is this thing a male? Idk but it counts

Again we are bad at remembering names

Half the time he is called the sludge

Usually followed by "why is it nighttime"

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd shitpost #dbd headcanons #dbd killer #dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd doctor #dbd wraith #dbd wesker #dead by daylight shitpost #dbd male killers #dead by daylight male killers #slashers #slasher headcanons

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the-crazy-echidna-lady · 1 year ago

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For Flower because she needs more love ^^

When did she feel comfortable and 'at hone' with Betty? Did it take a few years? A short while? I can see Betty being a tad anxious for Fkower to be as comfortable as possible in her new home, but for the most part, she let's Flower come out of her shell at her own pace.

I'm not sure if this has been asked, but how does Flower get along with Cuoheads siblings? We know about Mugman, but I'm not sure we heard about his sisters?

By the time she's a mother and has the twins, is she good at preparing them for when their flowers wither in the winter? Would you say they feel better than she did as a kid?

Did Cagney walk her down the isle on her wedding day? Or did she ask Betty or someone else?

I'm pretty sure this has been answered, but I feel I should still put this here (forgive me 😅). What kind of career does Flower have as an adult? Or is she a stay at home parent?

As a flower, does Flower get swarmed by butterflies or bees in the spring? Is she just, used to them at this point?

That's all I can think of for now, unfortunately. I really should be sending more asks :( but I hope you like these! ^^

I feel like Flower felt comfortable with Betty. But was more so quiet and keeping to herself because she was missing her friend that she grew up with, and being that Rooty was the only person she really talked to before being adopted, she didn't really know if she was 'allowed' to really interact with Betty like someone she could actually be 'friendly' with. Of course she understood that Betty being her new mom meant that she was in charge, but she wasn't sure if that meant it was the same kind of 'in charge' like how the orphanage's penguin ladies were, or if she was actually allowed to bond and become friends with her too. 2. When Rooty isn't babysitting the (younger) girls, Flower is because she likes to. Surprisingly babies don't like her as much as they like Rooty. She's kinda indifferent towards Chalice, doesn't like that she likes Puff. 3. Mint doesn't grow flowers since she's a teacup, but Flower does help Honey. Though, lucky for Honey, like mom, she only loses her blooms, not all of her leaves. The cold is still rough on them though, and they cover up. 4. Sadly, Cagney can't walk. So no XD He was there though. Flower ended up asking Betty even if it was untraditional. 5. She's pretty much a stay-at-home mom, but she continues to help Betty out with her floral business as well. She makes it super clear to her mom that she'll always try to be available if she needs her help. She may be grown up and not a butterfly like the rest of the family, but she's still part of it and the business. 6. Yes, and being a flower, she likes it. It makes her sad when she sees people mean to bees. She can get about why with hornets though- they get fiesty- she still feels bad that they usually end up on the end of a flyswatter. Thank you for the Flower asks! :)

#flower locera #cuphead #kitchen utensil family #the kitchen utensil family #future au #cuphead x flower #flower x cuphead #cupheadxflower #flowerxcuphead #mint tea locera java #honeysuckle locera java

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 2 years ago

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Pusher (3x17)

Agent Frank Burst, the guy with the great name. Say, Frank, are Agents Mulder and Scully there?

Frank holds the phone to his ear, as the SWAT team sets up the trace. He hears Mulder’s voice come across the line from the other room. “Yeah, we’re here.”

Perfect. Frank, how much do you weigh?

He tightens his grasp on the phone, adding a second hand as if squeezing it against the side of his head would help him find this bastard once and for all. “Excuse me?”

About how much do you weigh?

He’s sick of this cat and mouse game. He doesn’t care if he has to tell him his mother’s maiden name and his favorite breakfast cereal if it means getting his location.

“Anything to keep you on the line, you stupid piece of sh—” He looks at the computer that’s tracing the call. Another number pops up. “I don't know, about a hundred-ninety, hundred and ninety-five.”

Two-fifteen if you're a day, you're totally the wrong weight for your height. I mean, no offense, Frank, but you're built like a fireplug.

He’s so tired of this guy’s bullshit.

“Yeah, and I got stubby little legs that are gonna kick you right in the ass. You going somewhere with this, Modell?”

Yeah, it's just that it can't be healthy. And you look like maybe you're a smoker, you probably take a little drink now and then, eat greasy fried food... sausage, bacon, eggs-over-easy.

Frank’s stomach swirls as he thinks about the Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘N Fruity he’d eaten that morning. Nearly cleaned the plate and then chased it with burger and fries and a large coffee for lunch.

“Frank.”

He breathes in, willing the food to stay in his gut. His skin feels too hot and his mouth feels too dry.

Onion rings that soak those dark stains through the cardboard. And I'm guessing you shake on that salt like a maraca.

“Frank…”

How about it? Am I packing it up on this?

“Frank, hang up the phone.”

He takes a deep breath, then another, but the air isn’t making it all the way in. His stomach feels full and there’s a sudden tightness in his chest, like an elephant is sitting on it. He remembers the asthma he’d outgrown from childhood, the pack of cigarettes he’d blown through that afternoon. He takes another deep breath but it barely helps.

“What are you talking about, Modell?” Frank asked, looking at the computer screen. “What's your point?”

Frank, you know what that's doing to your arteries.

Another number pops up on the screen, slow as a slug in tar. Just a little longer.

Terrible things, Frank. Terrible.

His breaths are only making it to the bottom of his throat and the tightness is turning into pain. He needs these numbers to fucking move faster.

“Frank.”

There’s a cold sweat on his face.

Waxy yellow chunks of plaque are tumbling through your bloodstream…

He can’t get air in. His whole body is clenched, the pain spreading from his chest to his arms.

Sticking like glue to your arterial walls…

A strangled sound escapes him as he squeezes the phone.

One more number.

“Hang up the phone, Frank!”

He feels Mulder near him.

Squeezing shut your aorta... can you feel it, Frank?

There’s nothing but pain and Modell’s voice. Breathing does nothing as the squeezing gets tighter, the elephant gets bigger, the pain gets sharper.

“Come on, man, hang up the phone.”

He can’t. He needs the number. Jesus, he needs oxygen.

But not as much as the number.

Can you feel your aorta...

He can and it’s fucking closed. His blood feels like burning hot molasses backed up in his body as his entire chest compresses on top of itself.

His knuckles scream in agony from his grip on the phone.

“Frank, hang up the phone!”

…closing shut?

“Back off!” He yells with every ounce of strength he has and pushes Mulder away.

He can live through the pain. He’s been shot. Twice. He’s had his appendix removed. He survived two divorces. This isn’t real.

All those miles of aorta…

“Frank, hang up the phone!”

“I said back off!”

That sonofabitch almost hung up on Modell, but Frank stays on the line. His whole body is on fire. His jaw clenches as the pain radiates up his neck.

“Hang up!”

The pressure…

“Finish the trace!”

His throat is tight. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth making every word a struggle.

Ever hear of pachyemia, Frank?

“Mulder?”

It’s Agent Scully, but Frank can’t focus on her. His whole world is knives and steel clamps. Ice picks stab down his left arm.

“Somebody hang up the phone!”

He squeezes his eyes tight. Need to hold on. That number. Need the number.

There’s this medical condition called pachyemia? It's when the blood thickens up in your veins like strawberry jam.

The room fills with commotion but he’s blinded by the pain. He presses the phone to his ear and focuses on getting the tiniest bit of air into his lungs. Sweat drips off his nose.

“Finish the trace!”

His hand is like lead as he points at the agent. His teeth grind together, the pain moving to his head and down into his legs.

“Frank! Hang it up! Hang up!”

Your heart flatlines.

He takes a breath, sweet stale air finding its way to his lungs for one blissful moment of relief, before everything stops. The knife in his chest digs in deeper, twisting with a white hot fire. His mouth drops open as he freezes in place, unable to do anything but exist in the most horrible anguish he could ever imagine.

Beeeeeeeeeep….

The floor is falling out from beneath him, pitching him forward into darkness.

“Frank!”

Darker and darker, numb and black.

You die, Frank.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Ao3!

@fridaysat9

#all eyes lead to the truth #season 3 #s3 #pusher #3x17 #frank burst #mulder #scully #msr #x files #x files fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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wrestlingisfake · 11 months ago

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I finally caught up on AEW and watched MJF's big "why I turned heel" promo. It didn't do much for me.

Fundamentally, Max is angry at the fans because he tried so hard to change for them, but then while he was on the shelf the fans supported other wrestlers. He singled out a time fans chanted "Thank you Joe," even though Joe contributed to the Adam Cole turn on MJF, and took the world title from MJF. This could work as motivation to target Joe, except a) I don't even remember the "Thank you Joe" chants and b) Max proceeded to make it all about Will Ospreay, for some reason.

MJF particularly resents Ospreay for worrying more about Dave Meltzer's star ratings than Nielsen television ratings. (This is objectively false, by the way. But Max is a heel so, uh, boo I guess.) I hate when wrestling does this shit. I get that Max likes to troll the AEW hardcores by bringing up the talking points of WWE shills and Cornette weirdos. But in kayfabe this conflict doesn't make sense, and in rooty-tooty worky-shooty kayfabe the conflict can't be settled with a fake wrestling match.

Lost in all of this is an actual motivation for MJF to attack Daniel Garcia on July 3. I guess the idea is that he did it to provoke Ospreay, or maybe he just figured the fans love Garcia and he wanted to make the fans suffer. Either way, it boils down to "the bad guy attacked the good guy because YOU PEOPLE," which seems too basic for a guy who never shuts up about how next-level his promos are.

The elephant in the room, of course, is Adam Cole, and it's perhaps by design that MJF never mentioned him by name in the July 6 promo. I'm sure the Adamjf diehards will construct a solid headcanon about Max refusing to deal with Cole's betrayal, and denying the anguish he's still feeling, and lashing out in every other direction like a wounded animal. And maybe someday AEW will come around to telling that story. But I don't watch pro wrestling as a prologue for fix-it fanfic. I want the story on the show to stand up on its own. Even if Max is deliberately avoiding a showdown with Adam, that doesn't mean he can't come up with a better excuse to go after Ospreay in the meantime.

I wondered if I was being too hard on Max here, until I found this blistering promo, where Hangman Page finally opens up about how much he hates that the fans embraced Swerve Strickland, and what he's capable of doing to Bryan Danielson in order to get to Swerve. It's far more effective than Max's promo, because mainly Page is actually mad at the guy who made him miserable in the first place, and he's willing to show you how much it's ruined his life. We know what Hangman wants, we know why it's hard to get it, and we know what fights he has to win to get there. In contrast, nothing Max does to Ospreay or Garcia is going to change anybody's opinion about star ratings, or make anyone resent MJF more than they did five years ago.

#aew #mjf

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flowerfelled · 2 years ago

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I've been going into brain rot mode (as per usual), and I have some things to say about KaboodleSMP's world-building.

On the surface it's like, There's three main dimensions! There's Netherian's who are immune to lava, and Enderian's who can teleport!

But once you get past all that surface stuff, there is so much to take in...

Some Netherians have wings. Enderians have star-like skin on there hands and forearms. Clownpierce is canonically a dimension traveler which implies that there are other dimensions than just the three we know. Riice is from the Overworld and Izzy is from the end and yet both of them are somehow animal hybrids despite being from different dimensions. "Purple eyes" is considered a slur to Enderians. Rooty and Izzy both wear masks, is this because of a physical thing, or does it have to do with the Enderian culture?

Why can Caitees talk and see ghost Riice? Is she able to do this with other ghosts? What's up with the skulk? Where did it come from? What's up with the void? Is Jake actually considered a god in lore? If there are truly other dimensions that exist, how many could there possibly be, and what kinds of things would exist in these worlds?

Sometimes, you just think about things and next thing you know you are digging into a hole, knowing that the truth will massacre you, but you need to know all of it.

#kaboodlesmp #I'm in to deep fellas

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helpimhyperfixating · 4 years ago

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

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

Part 2 | Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right now he was headed to the church.

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

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

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

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

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

Finally reaching the church, he looked past the gates to see you sitting on the steps, about eight kids with you, of which five were sitting around you, while the other three were fooling around on the small grass churchyard that sat in front of the steps.

God, you were beautiful. Jotaro could immediately tell some of these kids were violent, thieves and just straight nasty, yet you talked with them as if they were your own.

Your own.

Jesus, how his stomach twisted at the thought. You both were 21 now and Jotaro knew he should be looking to the future. If there was someone he wanted to be with, it was you. And just the thought of you, your belly swollen with his child? It shook him to the core.

As he reached the gate, he must have stared at you for a little too long because as soon as he had put two steps inside, the three boys that were kicking around on the grass stopped in front of him, seeming to be between the ages of eleven to thirteen.

“Whoa there, mister! What do you think you’re doing?” The dirty blond to his right said and Jotaro looked down at the boys, raising an eyebrow at them for stopping him. “We don’t like that look in your eyes.” The boy continued.

“Yeah, need we remind you you are on church grounds?”

“What were you staring at Miss Y/N for, mister? What do you want with her?” The third kid spoke up and Jotaro was now annoyed, feeling ticked off at their questioning.

“That’s my business, now get out of my way.” He glared, but though he could see he scared them, they held their ground.

“No! We are not letting you hurt her!”

“You wanna fight for it? Let’s go then!” The one right in front put his fists up.

“Yare yare daze, just move, kid.” Jotaro sighed, tilting his hat over his eyes to stay calm.

“Now you’ve done it! Haaa-!” The blond yelled out, punching Jotaro in the stomach, but the man didn’t even flinch. The kid’s eyes went big.

He looked to his friends for help and they got the hint, all three of them now rearing up for an attack as they each shouted a battle cry, going to throw punches while Jotaro grit his teeth in annoyance. As much as he despised these little shits, he couldn’t punch them, and so he just decided to let them vent and then move on.

Someone else however, heard the screaming. “Hey! What’s going o-! Oh! Hey, Jotaro!”

Your sudden happy greeting stopped the boys in their tracks and two of them stumbled as they made their punches go wide to miss the intimidating man.

Jotaro put his hand up in greeting and you beamed a smile, much to the confusion of the kids. You excused yourself from the five around you and walked over.

“So, what’s going on here?” You asked sweetly, yet there was a warning undertone in your voice.

“N-Nothing!” The blond squeaked, holding a not so convincing smile, his face screaming ‘guilty’.

“Good grief, I told you they were brats.” Jotaro once again lowered his hat over his eyes, feeling a kick to his shin that made him glare at the boy beside him, instantly making him run off in fear, the other two following not a second later.

“Oi, don’t be mean to my kids.” You scolded him, rapping your knuckles on the top of his head.

“They’re not your kids.” Jotaro deadpanned and you sputtered a bit.

“Yeah, well, not technically no, but-“

“That little shit stole from me two weeks ago.” He pointed to the auburn haired boy that had been standing to his left earlier.

“He did? What did he steal?” You questioned, your brows furrowing.

“Pack of cigarettes and my lighter. That shit ain’t cheap you know.” He grumbled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oi, stop swearing every other sentence. You’re on church grounds.” You lightly smacked him on the chest while Jotaro just gave you a look that said ‘does it look like I care?’. “So... why are you here?” You then asked, diverting the subject.

“Just came by to see you.” Jotaro shrugged.

“Aw, how sweet.” You teased a little but a small blush did make its way onto your cheeks, making Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Could that mean you...? No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “Why don’t you come sit down?” You suddenly asked and Jotaro looked down at you.

“No, I don’t-“

“Too bad, too late!” You grinned as you grabbed his hand out of his pocket and dragged him back to the stairs with you, not even giving him any time to protest. “Everyone, this is Jotaro! Jotaro, this is everyone.” You smiled as you introduced him to the terrified kids on the stairs.

A small girl then slowly stepped forward, her hair almost white-blonde and braided in two braids down the sides of her head.

She looked up at Jotaro with big eyes, the man staring back, before smiling wide, holding her arms up at him and making grabby hands. “Uh.” Jotaro hesitantly looked at you while you just held the biggest smile.

“That’s Amelia, she’s seven years old and mute.” You explained before urging Jotaro with your eyes to do as she asked and pick her up.

Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the girl under her armpits, easily lifting her up into his arms and looping an arm under her to hold her. Amelia immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, smiling brightly as she looked into his eyes.

Jotaro averted his gaze from the girl in his arms, over to you, to see you nearly melting on the spot. He rolled his eyes in response to you freaking out. “Happy?” He grumbled out and you just nodded vehemently.

A tugging broke Jotaro from watching you and he looked down behind him to see a little boy tugging on his pants, pointing up at him.

“You want to go up too?” You questioned and the boy nodded enthusiastically, shouting out a ‘yeah!’.

“Wait, Y/N-“ Before he could do anything about it, you had lifted the boy and placed him on Jotaro’s back, letting him cling by himself since Jotaro was using both hands to hold the girl.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on Jotaro’s face as the boy giggled loudly, clinging tightly on his back.

The other children were suddenly a lot less terrified, as two others stood up and started tugging on his pants as well. It was clear that the younger kids had stayed around you as you taught the lesson, while the older three had drifted a bit away. This meant however, that Jotaro was now surrounded by small kids, two of them on top of him.

“I’m not a horse you know.” He grumbled, looking at the two hanging on his pants a little warily, watching where they put their hands.

“You’re not, but you’re just as tall, if not taller, and a lot less dangerous.” You grinned, earning a glare from the man though you knew there was no real hostility in it.

Just then, the doors to the church opened and a nun came walking out. “Ah, miss L/N! How goes the reading?” She questioned and you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro, to the nun.

“Ah! It’s going fine, thank you! And thank you again for letting me use this space.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course, our doors are open for you anytime.” The nun smiled back before turning to see the remarkable sight of Jotaro, surrounded by kids, holding a small girl while another child clung to his back. “Mr. Kujo.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hello, Sister.” Jotaro greeted back. He may be a hardass, but he at least had respect for those who deserved it, unlike a lot of other people.

“It is good to see you again. Coming to visit Y/N I see?” She smiled and Jotaro dipped his head a little in response, both as a way to answer yet also as a way to hide his eyes from the Sister, for he knew she could look through him as though he was shouting out his thoughts and emotions. “Well, no matter.” The nun smiled slyly to herself, seeing through the action. “Who here is hungry?” She then spoke out a little louder and almost every tiny head perked up.

You giggled at the sight and swiftly moved to behind Jotaro, grabbing onto the boy hanging there and lifting him down from his back while Jotaro himself carefully sat the girl down. In a matter of seconds, all of the kids were lined up in a row and quickly started following the nun into the church, the doors closing behind them and leaving you and Jotaro on the steps.

“Whoo, they are always a lively bunch.” You chuckled, turning a little to face Jotaro before walking up to the stairs and sitting down on them, grabbing the book you had been working on with them, as well as the notebook and pencil.

“What book were you reading?” Jotaro asked, sitting down next to you. You took notice of how close he sat though, his arm touching yours as you sat side by side.

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table.” You said it in a fancy manner and held the book up for him as he took it from your hands.

“Knights? Really?” He scoffed as he briefly leafed through the pages and you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.

“Hey! It’s good for their imagination.” You chuckled. “Besides, it needs to be engaging for them. Lord knows I can’t try to teach them to read with the kinds of books you read. ‘How wagons are assembled’ or ‘how nature works’. Oh! Oh! ‘How a steam train or steam boat functions’.” You giggled a little as you poked fun at him, lowering your voice near the end to match his as best you could as you spoke.

“That’s not what I sound like.” Jotaro rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Sure you don’t, tough boy.” You leaned forward until you could look at him from under the brim of his hat, now hovering over his lap as you cocked your head with a smirk. “I have heard you rant about inventions and discoveries made more than anyone else, I’m pretty sure.”

Jotaro just scoffed and looked to the side, unable to hide his slightly embarrassed blush since you were right below him. Oh god, you were right below him, your face so close to his. He only needed to lean down a little and- Clearing his throat, Jotaro leaned back a bit, giving himself some space and prompting you to sit up again, none the wiser from what was going through his head.

“Hey, did you know they were setting up a new shop last week? Apparently you can get your picture taken there.” You suddenly started, looking forward through the churchyard as you mused.

“Oh?” Jotaro spoke, trying to sound disinterested yet listening intently.

“Would you... perhaps want to take a picture with me there?” You hesitantly asked and Jotaro’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t show it. “I always wanted to see what I would look like on one of those.”

“Not very different from what you look like when you look in a mirror.” Jotaro cringed at how roughly that came out but he had said it before he could stop himself. He just hoped it didn’t dissuade you from wanting to take a picture with him.

“Say, are you insulting me, Mr. Kujo?” You teased lightheartedly, nudging him again and a tiny relieved smile played on Jotaro’s lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever insulting you.”

“Alright, now I know you’re just taking a piss.” You laughed. “Either way, what do you say we-!” You suddenly stopped your excited exclamation, catching Jotaro’s attention. “Oh wait, it’d probably cost a lot huh? Shoot, never mind, we can go do something else...” You deflated but quickly shook it off, perking up in feigned happiness again. “Do you have anything in mind!?”

Jotaro however, studied your face close. He hated to see how your excitement got washed away so quickly. “Yare yare.” Standing up from the stairs, he held his right hand out to you.

“Oh, you’ve got something?” You asked, seemingly back to your happy self as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up.

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

Your face turned into shock as he said that. “Wait, really? But I just said- I- you- You mean you’ll pay?”

“As long as I can be in it as well, yes.” Jotaro gently tugged your hand, still holding onto it as he now used it to coax you along. “Let’s go then, we don’t know when it closes and it is getting late.”

Jotaro started walking, very consciously keeping hold of your hand. As you fell into step with him, excitedly buzzing, he made a bold move as he re-gripped your hand to fit more comfortably in his; as if you were intentionally holding hands from the beginning instead of just still awkwardly holding on after Jotaro pulled you to your feet.

You didn’t seem any wiser while Jotaro felt his heart pounding in his throat, relishing in how his hand fit around yours, your hand unconsciously still holding onto his. He was so tempted to rub his thumb over the back of your palm or to actually entwine his fingers with yours, but decided against it since that would definitely draw your attention to your hands and he didn’t want that. Right now, he would just hold on, silently musing to himself how small your hand was compared to his and how right it felt to have your hand sat in his.

In this moment, it was one of the few times Jotaro was actually glad for your obliviousness.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the photography shop and you both stood in front of the door, slogans and examples of pictures slapped everywhere to lure people in.

‘Get your photo taken with your loved one and display the memory, so you may never forget!’

That and more was plastered on the display window, yet Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off of that particular one. ‘With your loved one’. His attention automatically reverted back to how you were still holding hands and he had to try everything in his power to keep his face from heating up.

“Let’s go in!” You jumped once, breaking him out of his focus as you started dragging him to the door, opening it not a second later, the tall male in tow.

“Good afternoon, how can I help the lovely couple tonight?” A man standing in front of a camera asked when he saw you two come in, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh. We’re, uh.” Your face burst into flame as he commented that, your eyes drifted up to Jotaro and then to your entwined hands, realising you were still holding onto him.

You quickly made a move to let him go but Jotaro kept holding on, preventing you from pulling away as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“We’re here to get a picture taken, old man. What else.” He snapped a little and you sighed good-naturedly. Good ol’ Jotaro: intimidating people and being scary upon meeting them for the first time.

“Oh, haha, of course.” The owner chuckled nervously, though you swore you could hear him mutter a ‘I’m not that old’ as he turned to check his camera. “Uhm, you can just take your place in front of the background there.” He then smiled, motioning to the wall the camera was set up in front of.

The ‘background’ was a painting of an open plain, a rock formation with a modest waterfall in the back, as well as an eagle in the right hand corner.

Your jittery yet excited nerves for doing this came back, making you forget the flustering comment of the shop owner and you started walking towards the wall.

“Hope it’s gonna turn out alright.” You grinned up at Jotaro and he sent you a rare reassuring smile. It was small, but it was there, and suddenly, you were completely calm and ready to get this photo taken. The two of you took your place, Jotaro standing right up against you, making you blush.

“Alright.” The owner nervously rubbed his hands together, obviously still a bit scared of the nearly two meter tall man in black. “Ah, you are already in the perfect positions, you are naturals at this.” He tried to crack a joke but it came out a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Look here please.” The man pointed at a spot right above the camera before ducking behind the device.

And just like that, the photos were taken.

After this entire time, Jotaro relinquished his hold on your hand, figuring it was best to let go, lest he was too obvious and even you would notice. Hell you, probably already did but thought nothing of it. Your obliviousness shining through again.

In the end, the two of you picked out the two best ones, nearly identical, and took one each.

That night, as Jotaro walked back home, he admired the photograph in his hand. He didn’t care much for how he looked in it, but it was the exact opposite with you. You looked so happy in it. Your smile shining bright and your energy nearly radiating off of it even through the photo. Yet what Jotaro treasured more than all in it, was the way your hands were entwined in the photo. Right in the middle, screaming for him to look at it. And look he did, feeling his cheeks heat up a little.

Opening the door to his home, he was immediately bombarded as his mother latched to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Jotaro, you’re home!” She cheered happily. “You missed dinner so I put some to the side for you.” She smiled and Jotaro just huffed a little, pushing her off of himself. He wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to go to bed.

That wish was short-lived however, as someone suddenly tackled him from behind, making him face plant into the floor.

“Jotaro! My boy!” The oh-so familiar voice of his grandfather sounded.

Question marks went off in the younger man’s head. His mother hadn’t told him the old man was coming for a visit?

“Get off.” Jotaro grunted as he attempted to shake his grandpa off but it was futile, as Joseph instead put him into a deadlock, pulling his arm behind his back and trapping it there, which made his eyes widen. The fucking photograph was in that hand and if that old man got even a single crinkle or fold in it, he would have his head.

“Good evening, Jotaro.” A familiar accented voice spoke and Jotaro looked up from under his hat to see Caesar sitting in the arm chair facing him, giving a disappointed look at Joseph.

“Caesar.” Jotaro grunted back a greeting as Joseph found that exact moment to twist his arm a little further.

“Oh, what’s this?” The voice on top suddenly curiously spoke and Jotaro felt the photograph be swiped from his fingers, making his eyes widen.

His grandfather was an expert at pinning people down thanks to years of random fights and being friends with Caesar. Yet you should never underestimate a desperate man trying to keep his dignity who also has a temper to match.

Thanks to Joseph using one hand to look at the paper in his hand, he had lost his hold on Jotaro’s right arm and the young man took full use of it.

Pushing himself up a bit, he threw the older man off of himself and turned around to swipe the photo back, but Joseph was way quicker and had used the momentum to get to his feet and run over to Caesar, standing behind his chair as he turned the paper around, feasting his eyes on the photo again.

“What’s this, Jotaro? Who’s that with you?” He asked in disbelief and Jotaro clenched his jaw. His mother, upon hearing her father say the sentence, zipped over and curiously looked at the photo as well, gasping a little once she saw it, before looking up at her son and sending him a giant grin.

Jotaro pulled his hat down a little and stomped over, attempting to swipe at the photo. “Give it back.” He growled as he tried to grab it, but Joseph moved it out of his reach.

“No way! You have some explaining to do, I mean, you’re smiling in this!”

“I’m not.” Jotaro grumbled, once again lunging forward to get it back, but Joseph tittered away, way too giddy and happy about what he was finding out about his grandson.

“Yes you are! Look! It’s small, but it’s there!” He turned the photo around and pointed at Jotaro’s face in it. Holly took a closer look and her proud grin grew even more.

“Would you stop, old man? It’s nothing, so just give it back.” Jotaro once again walked across the room to try and reach his grandfather, but Joseph danced out of his grasp once more, skipping over to Caesar who had stayed seated in this entire ordeal and showing the photo to his lifelong friend.

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

Caesar, who had had his eyes closed, opened them and slowly looked up at Joseph, grasping the photo with his left hand before harshly grasping his friend’s wrist, prying his hand away from the photo before getting out of the chair and moving over to the younger man.

“Here you go.” He spoke as he returned the photo.

“Thanks.” Jotaro spoke, a little unsure of what to say.

“Tell her how you feel soon. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Jotaro blinked a few times, feeling his face heat up a little as the Italian man gave the advice, speaking loud enough for only him to hear it. With a soft tug, he pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes and nodded, quickly making his way out of the room so he could finally just go to bed.

As he walked through the hall, he heard his grandpa’s despairing cries, questioning Caesar why he would do that, and a small smirk appeared on Jotaro’s face. He could always trust in Caesar.

- - - -

Two weeks had passed and Jotaro was sitting on the steps of the church. To his left, he heard your gentle and caring voice reading passages of the book to the kids around. To his right, the little girl, Amelia, was practically glued to his hip as he read his own book, just silently sitting through your class.

He had been doing this more and more frequently, just coming by every once in a while, not really saying anything and just sitting with you as you taught the kids.

As he turned the page of his book, he suddenly felt something being lifted from his front pocket however and he snapped his head up, looking to his left to see the dirty blond, who he now knew as Jack, lifting his pocket watch from its place. The boy immediately noticed he was found out and bolted, laughing as he ran across the grass to the fences on the other side.

Jotaro however, was pissed as he slammed his book shut and walked over to Jack with large strides. “Give it back.” He spoke lowly, a threatening glare directed at the boy.

Jotaro physically saw him gulp, smirking a little to himself to see he still had his intimidating presence with these kids. But it was short lived, since Jack seemingly found a bit of courage again - continuing on with the plan, unknown to Jotaro.

“Why? I’m sure you can buy another one. Unless... this one is special?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes dangerously and Jack could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked open the watch and there was a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Aha.” He spoke and smirked up at Jotaro, only for that smirk to leave as he saw the dangerous aura radiating off of the man. “Tommy!” He yelled and threw the pocket watch, making Jotaro’s heart sink for a moment, scared it would drop on the stone steps and break.

“You little shit.” He glared at Jack before turning around to Tommy, who was standing on the steps of the church.

“Hey, what’s going on!” You called out, looking up from your book while the children around were trying to write letters in your notebook.

Tommy immediately took this chance and rushed over to you when Jotaro started taking threatening strides towards the boy. He didn’t want to hit a kid but so help him god, he would get that pocket watch back. Jotaro wasn’t fast enough however, as Tommy zipped over to you and flipped the pocket watch open, shoving it in your face.

Jotaro faltered in his steps, nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. Those little brats had planned this all out. They knew. Jotaro hated to say it, but he had made it too obvious that he was sweet on you and they knew.

“Jotaro!” Your exclamation of surprise ripped him from his thoughts and he looked over at you, doing his best to keep an expression of indifference. “How did you manage to do this? I had to make a bigger frame to fit mine!” You turned the pocket watch around so he could see the inside, showing the clock on the right while on the left, on the inside of the cover, he now had a perfect view of the photograph of the two of you that he had stuck in there.

Jack and Tommy groaned while Jotaro’s shoulders slumped a bit. In both relief, as well as disappointment for some reason, seeing you were none the wiser.

Jotaro just waved his hand a bit, dismissing your question as he walked over and took the pocket watch back from you. Looking it over to see if it was damaged but luckily, it wasn’t. Concluding that, he flipped it shut and put it back in the pocket where it belonged.

“Well?” You looked up at him with hopeful and curious eyes and Jotaro pulled his hat down over his face. You looked... cute.

Jotaro didn’t lift his hat as he took his spot next to you again. “I went back and had a photograph taken of the photograph.” He said through gritted teeth, reluctantly telling you how he did it, embarrassment flooding through him over having to admit that.

“Oh, that’s so clever! I should do something like that as well.” You giggled, then dreamingly looked forward.

You were pulled out of it by a small tug on your sleeve. “Miss Y/N, can we have a break?” The small boy asked and you smiled sweetly, nodding.

“Of course, you go ahead and play for a bit.” You shoo’ed all the kids and they erupted into talk and laughter, all of them getting up and finding a place to play.

As the kids were running around a bit during the break, a shadow got cast over a specific pair of boys, making them freeze and slowly turn around to the imposing figure. “Tommy. Jack. Any of you touch my shit ever again and I will make you severely regret it.” The threat and danger in Jotaro’s voice was real and the boys swallowed heavily, nodding frantically before busting out into a sprint, running away as far as possible before squeaking as Jotaro made his way back over to them, since they had ran towards where you sat on the steps and that was where Jotaro wanted to sit down again as well.

“Did you have to scare them like that?” You questioned with a chuckle and Jotaro just huffed in amusement as he sat down.

“Yes. They need to know not to take my stuff.”

“You know, you’re right. That is a good lesson to learn.” You chuckled, only for your smile to slowly dim down as your attention got taken by several pairs of horse hooves thumping across the ground. “What’s that?” You questioned as you looked at the large group of riders, watching them trot closer and closer, slowing down the closer they got to the church. All of them carried rather large guns and other weapons.

You nervously looked up at Jotaro, who had his eyes narrowed as he looked at the large group as well. “Stay alert.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, the both of you getting up.

Jotaro whistled loud and curtly, gaining the attention of all the kids. You quickly motioned your arms for all of them to come, not wanting to verbally shout it just in case the riders would hear and take it the wrong way.

Taking the hint, the kids all started to run into your arms and Jotaro took a step forward, holding his arms out a little to keep you and the children behind him.

Everyone had fearful looks as Amelia was the last to reach you, running behind you and around, hanging on the back of Jotaro’s pants. It wasn’t a few seconds later that the riders all stopped in front of the church.

“Howdy, partner.” The leader of the herd spoke up after a few seconds but Jotaro immediately picked up on the false friendliness in the voice.

“What do you want?” He bit back, glaring vehemently.

“Whoa, so angry.” The man mocked with a large grin, turning back to his friends behind him who laughed softly. “You should show me some respect you know.” He then continued, turning back to Jotaro with that grin still on his face. “Did your momma never teach you respect?” He continued jesting but Jotaro didn’t give any reaction, just holding the intimidating glare on the man.

This made him feel as if he was losing grip of the situation, so the man decided to take another approach and laughed a bit while calling out. “Why don’t I teach you some then?” He jokingly pointed his gun at Jotaro and the children whimpered and gasped in fear from behind him. Your grip on his trenchcoat tightened and Jotaro’s reaction was immediate, his right hand pulling back to behind his back before snapping forward, a gun now pointed at the man’s head.

“Try it.” Jotaro’s voice was low and dangerous and even the rider took note of it. “I know exactly what you’re up to. This is a community church, it has nothing of value for you, so take your little group and piss off. You’re scaring the children.” Jotaro calmly spoke as he stared down the barrel of the gun, showing not even a hint of fear, nervousness or hesitation.

“Now... calm down, friend.” The man tried, re-gripping his gun a little nervously.

“We ain’t friends and you know it. Get the hell away from here.” Jotaro’s hand was as steady as ever, his gun constantly pointed at the man’s head without even a single tremor or twitch from holding the iron up.

This angered the man. “You seem to not understand that you are outnumbered here, friend.” He spoke, calling Jotaro that again on purpose, signalling his mates in the meantime, who all grabbed a gun and pointed it at Jotaro as well.

The children cowered even more, small shrieks leaving them and you tried to shush them. “It’s alright, just stay behind me and Jotaro. You’re alright.” You spoke in a hushed tone, petting the heads of those you could reach. You discreetly saw the door to the church open and saw the Sister poke her head out. You quickly and frantically shook your head, a message for her to stay where she was.

“Are you really going to threaten children on church grounds?” Jotaro questioned calmly and the leader growled a bit in anger.

“Stop acting so smug or I’ll blast your head off! And that of that girl too! Give those brats something to look at!”

“Threaten her again and I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.” Jotaro’s retort was immediate as he glared at the man, lowering his gun just a little to point directly at the mouth of the loud-mouthed bastard.

“Hit a nerve?” The guy smirked. “I’ll say it again, you’re outnumbered.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, son.” A new voice spoke up and everyone’s head whipped to the source. “What’s going on here?” The sheriff spoke, tilting his head a little while two of his deputies joined his side, all of them having their hands hovering over the guns strapped to their belts.

Now that there were a lot more possible enemies, the man wavered. Slowly and reluctantly, he lowered his gun. “Nothing, sheriff. Just a bit of harmless fun.” He spoke and his friends took it as a sign to lower their guns as well.

“Was it? ‘Cause as far as I can see you are threatening innocent children. Now, will you move on yourself or will we have a problem?”

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth before hitting the reins of his horse, simultaneously softly kicking his feet into its belly, making the animal start calmly stepping forward, the rest of his group following his example as they started riding away at a slow pace.

“Follow them and make sure they leave proper.” The sheriff whispered to his deputies before leaving them to their business and walking over to the gate leading into the church grounds.

Jotaro kept his gun up the entire time the gang of riders were riding away, all of them sending occasional glances back that kept Jotaro on high alert. Only once the deputies rode past and started tailing the men did he finally lower it.

Once he un-cocked the gun and sighed out, the children still cowering behind the two of you finally relaxed a little, two of them bursting into tears as the sheriff walked through the fence and towards the steps of the church - to which you immediately started trying to console them.

“Holy crap! You just won that standoff singlehandedly!!” Jack shouted as the sheriff stepped into earshot, the boy jumping in front of Jotaro with his hands thrown in the air as he looked at the man before him in awe.

“That was so cool!! It was like twenty to one and you still won!” Tommy piped in with an exaggerated number and Jotaro lowered his hat over his eyes, softly letting out his usual catchphrase.

“Are you boys all alright?” The sheriff walked up and Jotaro lifted his gaze again, briefly looking back to see you had succeeded in calming the children down, four of them now clinging to you in a group hug as the doors to the church opened properly, the nun quickly walking out to help comfort the children.

“Yes. Thank you for stepping in.” Jotaro spoke back, nonchalantly putting his gun back in its place, hidden behind his trenchcoat.

“Well, that’s my job.” The sheriff joked before turning a little more serious. “What happened exactly?”

Jotaro looked back at you once again, seeing you now quietly talking with the kids to calm them down. This earned him an elbow poke in the ribs from Tommy and he glared at the kid, making said boy giggle to himself and drag Jack with him, running over to you.

“They came to rob the church, believing it to have many riches like those city churches have, probably.” Jotaro sounded a little indifferent as he turned back to look forward and the sheriff hummed.

“Mr. Kujo saved us, sheriff Miller.” The sister spoke as she walked up, placing a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder blade. Jotaro just looked down at the nun, getting a grateful smile from her and he gave a small barely noticeable nod back.

Something suddenly latched onto his right leg and Jotaro looked down to see Amelia hanging on his pant leg, burying her head into the fabric.

Jotaro just looked at her for a second. He didn’t know what he had done to get her like this, but Amelia had really attached herself to him. Jotaro on the other hand, still had no idea what to do around children. He awkwardly patted her on her head, making her look up. “Go to Y/N, it’s alright.” He spoke, trying his best to sound gentle but it still came out quite gruffly, regrettably enough.

Amelia didn’t seem to care though and stayed latched on his leg while both the nun and the sheriff chuckled discreetly at the young man trying his best. Crouching down to get on eye height with the girl, the sheriff got her attention. “Are you alright?” He asked and Amelia turned her head, half of her face still buried in Jotaro’s trousers but still paying attention. She nodded softly and the sheriff smiled.

“Why don’t you go to Miss L/N, Mr. Kujo? I’ll handle the rest.” The Sister smiled and Jotaro nodded at her, turning around.

Amelia let go of his leg and instead grabbed his hand, trying to pull him along now as she tried to hurry over to you.

Once he was close enough, you noticed and got up, turning around to face him. Amelia let go of his hand and ran to her friends while your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s.

Tears were pricking in the corners and that shocked Jotaro slightly. He had no time to react as you ran over to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder.

He immediately caught you, wrapping his arms around your body and holding it against himself to hold you up. Yet, his eyes were wide as he felt his heart thump. He had no idea what to do. He felt you pressing your face even deeper into his neck, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of the children but Jotaro knew you wanted to, more than anything.

His brain short-circuited and all he could think to do was tighten his hold on you, letting you know he was there.

Some noises to his left caught his attention and he looked over to see Jack and Tommy making kissy faces at him. In an immediate reaction he kicked a rock that lay at his foot to them, making them dodge it and giggle while running away again, joining the other kids while Jotaro silently grumbled to himself, trying to calm his beating heart.

“You alright?” He asked after a minute more of silence and he felt you nod into his shoulder.

“Yeah... you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jotaro questioned and you lifted your head, leaning back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes were a bit red and you sniffled softly.

“Well.” You started with a small sad chuckle. “You did just nearly die.”

To that, Jotaro rolled his eyes. “You clearly read the situation wrong then.” He put you back on your feet, looking to see the nun walking back over to the children while the sheriff was now walking away, sticking his hand up as he looked back in a goodbye before turning around fully and walking back to his horse.

Because he was looking to the sheriff walking away however, he was unable to brace himself when you took a few steps back and jumped right into him, tackling him to the floor.

A heavy ‘oof’ left him as he crashed to the ground with you right on top of him. You immediately sat onto his stomach and Jotaro had to try very hard to suppress a blush at the sight.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of seeing things wrong when I am just worried for your safety.” You spoke, poking his chest in warning, but the teasing look in your eyes told Jotaro exactly what you were thinking.

In return, Jotaro grabbed your wrists and rolled the two of you around so that you were now pinnend under him. “I will accuse you, because you will always remain oblivious.” He spoke, his voice sounding a little strained even though he held a small smirk.

“Oblivious to what?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. Jotaro didn’t say anything, just looked deeply in your eyes. Neither of you really noticed he was leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

Yet before anything else could happen: “GET HIIIIMMM!!” A young voice screamed out and Jotaro jerked his head back up, looking up past his shoulder only to have three different bodies flung on top of him.

You burst out laughing at Jotaro’s surprised face that only you had a view of, even though you were still trapped under the man, his hands on either side of you as he attempted to keep himself from toppling over and crushing you.

“No, no! Oh dear.” You heard the Sister laugh, having tried to stop the children, only to fail miserably as six of the eight were now on top of Jotaro, trying to bring him down.

Part 2 | Part 3

#hopelessly in love joot hours #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jojos bizarre adventure #cowboy au #jjba au #jjba #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #long awaited and I hope you like it cause I love it #jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro #kujo jotaro #cowboy jotaro

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bunnyloaves · 2 years ago

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brba genderswap au bc i am cringe

i apologize for the brba fandom thinkies rn, but thinking abt the genderswap brba au with skyler and jane being walt n jesse,,, and all the other characs are swapped too, this au is making me giGGLE

so my thoughts on it is like, no is this au skyler would not be cooking meth, i see no reason for her to know how that works and i think its kinda lame for her to learn how to cook meth from this hypothetical au walter (plus i think the fact that in canon-verse her thing IS cooking the books, both for walts meth empire, and by profession (and the layer of her being meticulous in a way a man could never be, all too aware of the details))

but yes, she n walter (+ flynn n the yet to be born holly) are still broke n poor in this au, but walter never pursues his meth thing and he remains the ever ineffectual and impotent father. while its skyler who ends up as a criminal, how exactly? well here goes, so ok family is broke, walter still has cancer n stuff, so in some turn of events she works as some clerk at mesa verde, doing idk bank stuff. but the thing is the bank is one of the fronts madrigal has, which how we drag lydia into this au. this whole bank thing is how she runs into kim, whose already deep in her “sally/giselle” persona, take ur pick whichever one she is.

so all three of them, cook the books, if you will for the madrigal company. idk how deeply involved they would end up being in the meth aspects of it, but i imagine this au more of a court style mind game, girl betrayal drama more than anything as active n shooty rooty n tooty as canon brba.

but also, i think it’d be interesting if skyler’s whole hustle of selling knick knacks in s1 could be play into this. she could kinda be like those women who steal millions from companies by stealing coupons in bulk, by having an inside contact. then reselling the coupons for more and in her attempts to ‘clean’ the money she interacts with sketchy people.

anyways back to the bank angle for this au, so by cooking the books for mesa verde, which does other illicit stuff aside from tax evading that her villain origin story ig, like enabling the operations of this wretched conglomerate even when she knows who it is and what she is working for.

i think her fatal flaw, much like walter’s narcissism (wherein he cares more abt projecting himself as a father figure, protector, provider more than actually providing) is her enabling attitude. like shes doing this to provide for her family and i know she’d be more earnest with those wishes more than walter ever could be in canon. she’d be the type to bond with her kids, actually know and care for flynn much like in the canonverse, but id like to think that her working for madrigal and enabling them would come to bite her in the ass later on in this au.

also her dynamics with walt would be interesting, like what would that even look like damn, cuz skyler has always been headstrong, or else she wouldn’t been able to put up with even becoming ‘part’ of walt’s operations but what would it even look like when its her heading those operations (with all that womanly, motherly meticulousness. like she wouldn’t be able to pull off chem tricks and ricin stuff like walt, but shes got the chops to do schemes of her own too)

ig the two aspects to juxtapose in this au, would be the whole mother+saintliness vs what she enables madrigal to do.

ok lets talk abt jane, ngl im not sure hoW theyd meet each other exactly, but imo the scene that would make skyler ‘irredeemable’ (like the scene that makes walter irredeemable to the audiences eyes, is like the s2 ABQ episode) this au’s version of it, would be pushing jane to the point of relapsing o___o, which is how i think the consequences of working for madrigal would fully sink in for her.

oH also marie is law enforcement in this au, which imo would make things hurt more cuz they are literally sisters and not just in-laws. gus would be lydia i think, saul would be kim, and mike would be francesca (ig?? girl help idk anymore)

(regardless of how they meet tho, i still think theyd have that fucked up codependency walt n jesse have lmAOO,, also i refuse to let anything bad happen to jesse in this au, he will remain the goth bf and thats final, no questions asked)

anyways these are just my thinky thoughts do not perceive

#brba #bcs #please im begging yalls to not perceive this genderswap au #its just been gnawing at my mind lately

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i-am-minty-fresh · 2 years ago

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Topic Essay:

Fandom: One Piece

Topic: The Marines and Their Comparisons to Pirates

Sub-Topic: Kaido vs Akainu & Zoro vs Kizaru

!Spoiler Warning!

The Marines have always fascinated me while watching One Piece because of how complicated and multidimensional their characters are when they could have just been another group of bad guys that they have to constantly worry about. From the very first interaction between pirates and marines, this care and depth was given to them that I hadn’t seen for who was supposedly the main enemy.

One of the big things that caught my eye was the paralleled actions, thoughts, and feelings drawn between the admirals and the pirates we know and love. Everyone knows about the comparisons between Luffy and Coby, so let's instead look at some characters you might not have thought about like Kaido vs Akainu and Zoro vs Kizaru. As a reminder, this isn’t me breaking down who I think would win in an actual fight, cause in One Piece…you never really know.

Kaido vs Akainu: As far as pirates go, Kaido’s personality is almost exactly what people imagine. While Luffy is by far the most selfish person in One Piece, Kaido takes second place in my book. He disregards the murder of his enemies, the innocent, or even his own men. He aids in the destruction of Wano, seemingly just because he can. When Law + Strawhats finally get to indirectly meet Kaido, he’s drunkenly destroying an entire town all because he heard that they might be in town. He also destroys the entire mountaintop that held Oden’s old fortress because someone mentioned that they might be hiding out there. He values strength and power above all else and leans so hard he falls into the fear people have of him. He’s a liar and a traitor who works with those who prove their might. He hates the Marines and the World Government as a whole above all else, and while he’ll occasionally acknowledge the strength of other pirates (mainly Big Mom and Luffy), he has never spoken a good word about the marines. Compared to Kaido, Akainu is a mirrored image. He values strength, and rarely if ever impores restraint or mercy. While Sengoku values the strength that Whitebeard and Shank have, even if they’re pirates, Akainu seems to have no such respect. This is shown both from how he was very chill with murdering Coby when he stood up to the continuation of the war, and how he disagreed with Sengoku’s decision to let Shanks respectfully bury Whitebeard and Ace. Akainu and Kaido have nothing without their strength.

Zoro vs Kizaru: Now these two are much more fun. They act as the true neutrals for their respective teams, they are accountable when it comes to winning fights, but other than that they are kinda loose cannons. The marines, when first discussing Kizaru, talk about whether or not he’s gonna actually do what he’s told by his superior because he kinda just chooses which orders to follow and which to not. This is not unlike Zoro, who will listen and follow the serious orders given by Luffy no matter the cost, most of the time he kinda just wanders around and fights who he wants. While the marine’s have Aokiji, who broke protocol to save Nico Robin after the buster call, and Fujitora, who more or less let Luffy & Co. escape Dressrosa before accepting full responsibility for the tragedy, and the Strawhats have Nami, who decided to save all the children from Punk Hazard, and Sanji, who’s obligated to feed the hungry no matter what, both Zoro and Kizaru never have such a push to save children in mass or rescue and entire island. Zoro’s objective on each island he ends up on is to find the second strongest person (Cause Luffy typically fights the first) and kick their ass. Kizaru seemed to enjoy fighting Rayleigh, but other than that kinda just does whatever he wants. Neither character really has any hard opinions, and does a fun mix of what they’re told and what they want.

Conclusion: Oda didn’t create an easy way to separate the good and the bad guys. Just because you’re rooting for Law, doesn’t mean Doflamingo is a good guy. Just because you like Coby, doesn’t mean Komei doesn’t suck (If his name doesn’t ring a bell, don’t worry he’s technically not canon cause he’s in a One Piece film, but I like it so it’s staying in). By creating these parallels, he’s reminding you that perspective is everything and if you like Zoro’s laziness, you can’t hate Kizaru’s. (My favorite parallel is between Blackbeard and Luffy as pirates, but that’s for later!)

Let me know if I missed anything or if you have any more interesting comparisons!

#topic essay #one piece #character analysis

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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Harry Styles x Barista!Reader.

Smut, pain kink and over-stimulation.

Mentions of past trauma and healing!

MASTERLIST, LETS TALK LOVIES!

Author's note: Your reblogs and appreciations means alot to me, token me a smile with your love.

His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Y/N has a phobia for needles and Harry's her damsel in distress.

Something about bungalows not having stairs makes Y/N's cheeks puffs out in disappointing amazement. The fact she couldn't even climb at the rooftop when the summer sky's ornamented with cosmic stars twinkling with the each buzz of music from inside. She hiccups a giggle when the cool zephyr blew her frock away giving out a glimpse of her itty-bitties, glad no-one's in the diameter to have a show. The discernment falls to nothingness when she hears distinct rustle of someone behind the fat‐very-rooty-tree, it widens her eyes into saucers as she blinks comically.

It's not a squirrel she could tell. Couldn't be Ronny who went to take a wee cause all the darn washrooms inside were occupied and his bladder being the weakest, he went for a bush.

But, that bush's behind her and for a moment she forgot her friend even existed since she muted out his piss taking whistle a while ago.

All her frenzied assumptions fails when two figures camouflaged in the darkness tumbles from behind the tree. Her cheeks splashes with burning crimson when they separate with a loud, wet kissing noise and the two men doesn't seem any shy about it unlike Y/N who's foozling the frill of her dress as if she got caught in the middle of a fuck in public loo. Not that, it everrr happened with her, still she has an example set for such incidents.

"Oh, hi." The warble of unprevious voice wins in gaining her attention and she tries to squint through the pocosin of his eyes which glimmers under moonlight if she glances away too quick, she startles in her spot when a gruff voice speaks over them, "Ronny couldn't even occupy a shot of vodka in his bladder." She couldn't seem to flit her gaze away from his cherry of lips glistening from whatever activities they were having before (the only features she could see in such illumination) as the other guy and Ronny bantered off passing a cig in between them.

"Oi, shut up will ya." Ronny locks his arm with Y/N and she flinches that he hasn't even washed them yet, "c'mon truffles we don't wanna be here." He announces dragging her away and the humid air around them bubbled with chuckles.

"Huh." She quips all lost between the interaction and accidentally bumping into two beautiful men kissing eachother, she's totally jealous! Poor thing tries to jerk the mud from her toes and to have a last glimpse of the man with marble irirses.

"D'ya think I've a chance with that daddy-long- legs-one? Dunno, but he intimidates me so bad." Ronny whispers to her and she frowns sniffing with her already runny nose from being a bit tipsy, it's making her bouncy little by little and she knows the bevvys she had will have a full swing within the night, "why? He seems nice."

"His hotness truffles, it intimidates me." He scrapes his already chipped nail polish after washing his hands from the basin throwing towel at her face, she just sighs putting it back in the rack.

"How about you talk to him first." Parties has teeny perks of them and gigantic disadvantages 1) Ronny gets a school crush at every boy he looks at. 2) They get more sweaty, stinky, gluey and more wilder till the clock hits 4 am. Honestly, even if it wasn't for the free bevys she would have never stepped in.

"That's the hard part." They push people aside like stuffies getting cursed and groped in return.

"He's not gonna know himself, Ron, you dump-stick." Good she doesn't need to yell like before as the music has dimmed to a hum possibly about to shut down within minutes. Halting, beside some people crowded alongside the couch some sitting on it and their confused heads shots up at first at the sound of familiar vibrations.

The worst scenarios of someone having a bullet up in their hole and peeps around having a show passes for a mere sec in their heads, together, that's why they're friends since the first semester of UNI.

But, upon seeing what's the ruckus about Ronny shakes his head in utmost panic, "oh no . ." He tries to escape from her grip but she tugs him from collar, "Please Ronny, swear 'm ready to over come my fear! Nothing's gonna happen to me." They stand beside the guy sheepishly (like two elementary kids deciding who'll step inside the staff room first) a gun perched in his hand and Y/N realizes that he indeed's the same guy she met outside, this time she could see him properly and those hickorey of curls brushing the eternity of his popping clavicles.

His back to them but she could see the flex of his muscles from under the sheer black of his shirt with the each movement he does with his gun, she admits that he got prettier back than her.

"Ey Harry this's my friend Y/N and she wanna overcome her phobia of needles, be a damsel in distress pal." So, they know eachother. The whizz of gun stops midway and he dismisses the drunk dude under him tilting his chin to meet her eyes, and it was worth it as it took tiny gasp from her.

He's way beautiful than he was in the darkness.

Ronny was right. It daunts her a bit. The name Harry itself is some kind of royalty.

"Oh, hi there, again." He greets her with a warm smile and it glitter-glittery her insides, will you please not she scolds herself. It's probably the alchol her subconscious assures her but her nervousness from the idea of really doing this says otherwise.

"Have a seat, love." Oh holy goodness. He's as sober as judge and she at whole is miffed.

Harry isn't a popular senior. No. His charm's something that woos everyone and his name's always on the top list of invites, he avoids them though unless it's his closest friend. Him remaining to himself has casted a spell on everyone that his personality's intimidating and he's this sex god who has an only concern with fucking people.

He could be called a nerd from his grades everytime being higher than last semester but his attire and being a shining star of the Christmas tree gives it away.

Everyone likes him, ah-ah no everyone absolutely loves him. The thing's he has never felt the same in his twenty-one years of life and that's a fat bummer.

He just gives that "please stay away from me" aura, brows always sewn together and bottom lip jutted makes him appear rather passive aggressive to strangers (well the people who knows him loves him for being the most chill person walking around them).

Right now, he got a tat gun in his hand and everyone's getting a drunk tattoo for the remembrance of this stupid party or just that they've a kink for pain, possibly for humiliation too because what could a tattoo gotten in an unconscious state could bring you?

"Y'alright there?" He asks her and she bobs her head clamping her hands shut in her lap. The rainbow broch on his loafers intrigues her about his fashion senses, it makes her jealous she can't afford to have her own style, "Yeah!" She avoids to even give a spare glance to the gun in his hand because she knows the moment she'd, it will make her dizzy.

She feels bad for cliff hanging him to herself only but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Waits patiently for her to guard herself as Ronny pats her back like she's about to summo wrestle.

"Want me to start it?" He knows how bad it's for some people. Many times he had an encounter with weak hearted persons who got dragged into his parlour by their friends and ended up running away, "Can you give me a moment?" She lifts her head towards him and it makes his forehead knit into concerned lines.

The poor bug's giving a purple face as if she's about to throw up and her ears pink.

"Take all y'want, darlin'." His gentleness flows over her head, she thinks that the music has died or she has gone deaf, can't be neither, cause no-way that such a sweet call wouldn't make her toes all gooey.

"'M ready!" She puffs out a huge exhale moving her shaking wrist nearer to his grasp and he gives her a comforting look before wrapping his fingers one by one around her delicate wrist, skidding the stool he's been sitting on closer to her, "al'ight truffles 'ere we go — wouldn't hurt promise." He decides to stick with truffles since Ronny calls her with the nickname everytime he's at Harry's. Thought his blabbers of his friend were exaggerated coating of sugar but when she's sitting infront of him with those glinting eyes and soft flesh in which his lanky fingers seems to turn pudgy, he gets it why he calls her that.

He keeps on glancing up at her to see if she's okay — she has her hand placed atop Ronny's thigh while he distracts her with his "let's throw shade at mean bitches together" game and Harry just hovered the nib of it over her skin when she passed out but Ronny quickly placed his palm against her cheek to pull her back towards his shoulder.

"'M good . ." She comes back from it with a weak whsiper-y voice trying to straighten up but the instant her already blurry vision falls at the needle again making a line so small it isn't even visible she passes out again and this time Ronny seems unfazed talking to a girl beside him (trust the lad they've done it multiple times but the pain and fear of needles never let her have a single tattoo inked on her skin), leaving Harry to sweat over her.

Sighing he shuts down the machine putting it aside and presses the back of his hand against her forehead --- to be more appropriate, and when she remains as if in the land of nod completely knackered out and woolly in Ronny's arms he realizes that she has passed out for real.

"Truffles?" He doesn't get a response from her.

She puffers out her lips blowing raspberries gazing at the sunny sky from the clear glazed window of the shop, chin resting in the softness of her palm as the cosy hall of it emptied from the rush the time it striked noon. The start of her shift's always effete and warm with honey-bees buzzing over the pots of pastel flowers outside, but the evenings are most tiresome and she has to do the closing in a grumpy mood.

"Can you pass me the icing tube, forgot it under the counter shelf 'cos of that pain in ass customer." He's their regular. Has constant complaints that their tarts are too sugary and they need to thicken the formula for their lattes, Y/N just bobs her head at his tantrums finding a way to shoo him away with a promise of next time, "yeah uhh — " Gripping the edge of marble counter she squats down and giggles at herself as she looks funny with her knees making a tent of her ruffle frock.

The door-bell chimes indicating the presence of someone but she goes for her rampage knowing Cora's there to attend them and she was about to pull her head back when she hit it quite painfully against the upper shelf, "Ow!!" She squeaks rubbing the sore spot stabling herself while Cora chuckled taking the tube from her hand to go inside.

She never expected someone to occur at this hour, moreso, she never expected someone like him to pop out of nowhere at their shop. He just doesn't seem like a person to have a merry making at little cosy cafés all to himself, it's been driving her crazy, she cringes at herself everytime when the humiliation of passing out infront of him invades her thoughts.

Half of her heart wanted to see him again and other half was glad she never bumped in him — but seems like nature was evily against her.

"Oops hi!" When she couldn't fiddle with anything she adjusts her frilly apron and with her wrist brushes her loose tresses away which her bow failed to keep. He blinks for several times sipping in the consequence, though it gives her time to take in his appearance.

He's yet again, wearing a sheer shirt with white flower buds spiraling from his abs towards the broad of his chest displaying his inked skin underneath beautifully — it shimmers every time he shifts on his feet letting the sunlight fall on him. His curls tamed and silkier than before, he groomed himself too good it puts Y/N to shame for being a girl, a careless one.

"You work here?" He asks with a drawl as if he has a all the time to dedicate to her, "nope just broke in to do a fat robbery — wanna join?" He cackles, hard it quelled his tummy and it also made her smile blushy-ly that he didn't find her humour boring.

"Okie . . S' what you'll have?" Brassing the belly of his nose he clears his throat roaming his eyes to catch a perfect spot, "'s okay if'll be waitin' fo' someone there?" He points at the nook aligned with the fuchsia coloured book shelves, wooden pots hanging and embroidered throw pillows piled and some overflowing from the love seats.

"Totally!!" She chirps. The thought of him waiting for a date sinks summat a tiny globe of mud in her stomach and dunno why — She wishes she could've things that other people have without burning themselves in effort unlike her.

She watches him getting comfortable, scrutinising around with curious and adorable big peepers. He'd give her a shy smile everytime he'd catch her staring and she'd just shake her head treating her back to track, that he's on a date, but not with you.

She didn't forgot to ask him if he needs anything putting a glass of water at his coffee table without him requesting, it's perpetually hot and even her throat'd get dry after some minutes. He's been here for two hours and even though the weather cooled down spotting pearly drops of rain, perspiration still beaded at his forehead.

The bustle of on goers kept on dying and she feels bad for him, knowing the end of it, she's been there before many times. Even visualised it at this same shop far more she should thinking the world's kind enough to even let their date know with q single message.

Sensing his timorousness she paddles towards him getting a coconut cookie from the jar, onto the plate and sliding it in his line of vision. He seems flustered — everytime they've interacted she's the one to be not in one place and now he's ripping the threads of his tattered skinny jeans.

"You can munch on this cookie, if you want to!" He looks back and forth between the cookie and her, fuziness spreading in his chest glad at her kindness and enough trust in him to not to kick him out, "Thank you." He grabs it taking a bite and she giggles when in the single one he left no crumbs behind, his mouth's big, shut it already! and so pink so pulpy, oh my goodness I hate youuu!!

"'M sure your friend's on way, it's rainy, might —" He cuts her off with a dissapointed spurt of breath, "dunno." He sulks into sofa folding the corner of book's page.

"You still've an hour till the cáfe closes, don't loose hope!" She pats his shoulder and he gives her a weak smile doing that bunny scrunch of his nose, combing his already wrecked hair and thanks her for the next thousand time.

Harry had worst dates. This seems to top them. To be honest because of Y/N being here. What will she think? What if she thinks it's his fault? That he's a broken dummy who nobody wants to date? He wants to grumble and call his date to end things but he waits patiently as the sky turned lilacs of night.

Y/N feels remorseful and angry at the person who stood him up this pathetically. With a sad sigh she turns the closed sign to display outward silently looking at him while he's in his own trance, she disappears into the kitchen and Cora gives her a knowing eye.

"Not believing in love's my greatest descion up till far. It's impossibly hard out there." She retorts. Placing a hot chicken steak atop the alfredo pasta and sprinkles parsiman making it appetizing, "Tell him to better end things with a pig like them." She says in all seriousness handing the tray to Y/N.

He's there. Gazing outside with lips pressed into a thin line and he seems down with his loose errand of curls tucked into a man bun now, a perfect hairdo outta frustration "Harry." She keeps her voice low not to startle him gaining his attention.

"You didn't have to." He shakes his head and she made a noise un-recognized by him putting the tray on the table and moves the ottoman with her feet closer to him sitting on it, "let's be eachother's date for a day." She hands him a fork and he accepts gladly. His sulkiness wooshing away when she digs in taking a bite and smearing the sauce all over her lips.

"If you don't mind me asking, is it the same behind-the-tree guy?" He nods. She frowns spitting grumpily, "what a prat." With the help of knife she tears the steak equally sliding it to his side and he smiles boyishly sucking the corner of his lip inside.

"'M sorry, Harry." She squeezes his knee and it bundles up the air in his lungs, "'s okay truffles — glad you were there fo' a rescue."

"Y/N." She tells him forwarding her hand to shake and he slips his calloused ones to envelop her warmth. His cheeks turns pink when his stomach made noises of starvation, "you need to eat c'mon!" She nudges his elbow and he obliges.

After, filling their tummies satisfied and full she hands him a cuppa of latte with a foamy sleeping kitty floating over it she even made two eyes and the uwu kitty smile with the cocoa powder, "pardon me if it seems like I murdered the poor thing . . . 'm still learning from Cora." His giggles were absolutely amazed and gleeful.

"It looks so good, I don't feel like stirin' it." He pats the bum of steamed floffy kitty with the curve of his tea spoon and it makes her giggle some. Relishing onto strawberry pastries and crumpets oozed into butter, sipping onto their lattes, watching the sky turning dark with the rain while Cora left them hours ago to themselves.

She puts a velvet cloak around herself after closing the shop and Harry waits for her as she takes her bicycle, "Thank ye' Y/N. 'S kind of you." He stirs his gaze from his shoes to her face smiling brightly at her and she waves him off with blushy cheeks, they walk along under the shelters of sideways shops avoiding to get soaked while she holds the steering of her bicycle.

"You can lounge at my place, till the rain stops." When he shakes his head she quips turning into the street, "I insist." They stop infront of the old white sculptured building having two floors in total.

The first thing she does entering into her flat's greet Tofu (it's a Bush-tit a white furball with two curious tich button eyes) leaving Harry to get out of his shoes and slip into her house ones (they barely fits him -- making him chuckle at the size difference).

His eyes giving a beautiful glimmer under the glow of the yellow light as he looks around the space, it's simple, with a bedding on wooden floor, a circle shelf against the window lined up with green plants, a desk opposite to it and a golden standing cage of her pet bird.

"Hi bubba missed me much?" She opens the cage to let it out and the chonky white bird sits on her fingers happily, "Harry meet Tofu." His lips curve upward at the lil thing as he caress it's fluffy head.

"Tofu looks like a snowball." He muses with bambi eyes and she agrees with excitement, "Sometimes I wanna squish him, cause he's just too cute." His eyes widens comically laughing softly at her statement.

"Evil thought said out aloud with cuteness still remains evil, love." Tofu hoped over Harry's finger and he takes him towards his shoulder making it sit there but he has another plans, to rest his furry bum over Harry's head making both of them giggle, "c'mon now birdy time to fill your tummy." She tip-toes to catch him in her palms and knocks her nose with Harry's in the way.

"Make yourself home!" She announces going to feed her pet and Harry flops onto her bed quite comfortably with his sweny legs stretched wide over the floor. They watched episodes of 'Bridgeton' wounded under her blankets and she almost fell asleep when he offered her genuinely.

"I'll help ye' have a tattoo, tiny atleast."

"Means alot to me." She yawns pondering with lug brain whether to snuggle into him or not, she did anyways. In the morning she was woken up by cold sheets and beeps of messages from Harry that made her feel she endured wings of fairy and she's bathing in the glitter of happiness.

She stares at the shop infront of her in amazement. It's friday night. She winded up all her assignments and came to this place exactly how it was mentioned in the address, when she enters inside spare teens and a bulky man was waiting outside the office thing-y . . .? Y/N presumes — an assistant chewing loudly on her gum talking onto phone with someone in hushed bratty tone and when Y/N knocks at the counter her piercing stare startles her a bit.

"Yes?" How rude! Y/N thinks with a pouty lip at her striking tone and she clears her throat, "'m here to meet . . . Harry." The snarky assistant rolls her eyes dismissing Y/N quickly to move back to her lazying, "He's busy." Y/N picks her finger to interject murmuring something under her breath and strolls back to wait with everyone.

Sun sets outside shimmering evening pink inside the lobby and the door atlast opens making her head perk up, "pet?" He looks sternly to his assistant but she doesn't seem fazed.

"Harry." Y/N grins, "Fo' how long you've been here?" She feels good someone's caring for her even though it's just for the fact she waited some hours for him, "doesn't matter can 've a tour?" He nods and the bratty assistant eyes him furiously taking Y/N's hand to lead her.

Harry watches her with dimply smile when she babbles at the details of his working station, "do I sit here?" She asks excitedly and he shakes his head, "yes, you may." They scrutinise through his sketches of designs together and she squeezes his wrist.

"Harry you're so talented! Look at 'em." He never felt this flustered with the compliments before button nose scrunching adorably. She chooses a a small plain jamsine flower nothing more, nothing less watching collect things for the process, "it's one of me mama's favourite." He exclaims rather proud snapping the latex gloves round his wrist.

"Where d'ya want it?"

"Where it hurts less." She replies wiping the sweat away with her frock, "it's outer shoulder, yer arm, calves and arse — " His mischievous grin awfully stretchy and she she slaps his bicep playfully.

"Outer shoulder?" She tells him confused to herself. He agrees strolling his stool near to her as she turns her back to him; his fingertips twitches when he pushes her hair to the side.

"Can you uh . . mm." She groans trying to reach for the zipper of her frock and he smoothes down his erratic heartbeat muttering, "yeah sure." She digs her nails into the delicate flesh of her palms when his calloused cold knuckles brushed deliberately against her skin while skimming the zip down slowly. Her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings when he slides her sleeve down her arm revealing her shoulder and it's so supple that Harry had to come back from his reverie; lick his lips to moisture.

He applies the numbing cream and she hisses softly the leather of seat sticking to her calves, her nerves jumbles and body startles when Harry starts the gun without warning her.

He loops his arm around her waist atop her thigh massaging it assuringly — sure it did nothing but to make her core throb insatiably as his rasp melted in her ears, "you're okay puppy." She gulps saying no word feeling her body getting hot at the each stroke of his thumb over her waist line.

"Ah -- Harry." She gasps out of air grasping his hand tightly at the sting of pain. She's baffled at the reactions of her body, her panties getting wet and the displeasing constant pricking of needle quenching out noises she never thought she was able to give out. When she whines and squirms Harry presses her down with force shushing her, "bug just a mo' it's smaller and would be done in seconds." She kisses her teeth bobbing her head vigorously and Harry chuckles at her effort remaining polite.

"Done!" He announces pulling away to admire it and when he hears the lil sniffles he quickly leaves everything sitting infront of her on the seat, "darlin' don't like it when ye' cry." He wipes her tears away not even glancing at her exposed collarbones and the plump flesh of her tits barely covered with her arm.

Soft and squishy, soft and squishy, soft and squishyyyyy.

His mind screams but her whimpery voice distracts him, "'m just gleeful that I've a tattoo because of you." He wraps it up expertly and zips her dress back with ever gentleness, "happy tears then?" She giggles with a grateful nod.

"Want a hug?" He thinks she deserves one for being brave and nice against her fear, "cuddle me up." She murmurs with swollen eyes and peachy cheeks. Uff — it stirs his cock in his jeans arousing the need to be with her everytime.

He rests his chin mushily into the crook of her neck swarming his arms around her waist to squeeze her warmly and she snuggles against his throat, damp lips puckering against his adam apple making it bob.

He feels jammy to be able to have a moment like this with her.

"Chinese takeout?" He collects his sketch journals, his phone, fedora apparently, keys of his motorbike and a spare helmet for her, "Yes please!"

They ate the take out perched against his bike with the meadow vast laying feet aways from them, under the breezy sky they conversed and Harry already got a tender spot for her in his heart. He never reaches to a stage where he could get to know someone with this passion and Y/N isn't from someone who'd guard herself from him just because his father was in the bad business.

As the evening brisked with cool dew of summer grass Harry leaned into her more and more.

He finds her little things infatuating, her bonding with Tofu and her dire wish to make good bum steamed kitties on the lattes, she has an irrefutable love for floral dresses and her homely habbit is doing ribbon work.

She got to know that Harry owns the tattoo shop, teaches few blokes the skill of it in free hours. He'ad attended lots of parties raving ones and the boring ones of higher socials, never lets any stranger step inside his loft which's situated upstairs of his shop. His father does all the criminaly things, he's this master mind in doing the evil things for people from getting money out of their enemies yada yada and Harry despises him for it, moreso, that he left them. He doesn't want to be associated with him in any case — he's none like him, he's kind and soft-hearted like his mother.

Y/N loves his goofy side. The one that cracks jokes and puns -- makes her fall in love with him without her even trying.

Last and foremost he has the render love for sheer shirts — told her he has shimmery ones for the fancying off.

"S'm no stranger then." She quips beside his shoulder as Harry unlocked his home's door. He glances her timidly amicably hovering over her lips, "absolutely not, yeh me bezzy." He raises his fist and she bumps it giggling.

Y/N that night sleeping on his bed dreamt of them laying together into the pillows of growing daffodils of meadow, lining up the stars in the sky and tell each other what they made ----- galloping rabbit, a slipping cake and she'd laugh with ugly snorts when Harry tells her that he sees a massive dick.

His grin proud and mellow to make his bezzy laugh. She squeaks when he pulls her onto him but soon her dreamboat sinks as she stirs at the warmth swallowing her whole.

She startes from her blurrines at something trapping her down till she recognizes the familiarity of two mascular arms sewn around her waist and what the fuck?

Harry made a makeshift pallet on the floor and right now she's all over him, pressed tightly against his chest — her cheeks turns red with embarrassment from being this clumsy and falling over him in her sleep.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Taking her face out of his neck she admires the softness of his features when he's asleep and the dotting of beautiful moles, sighing a huge relaxed puff of breath and canoodles into him like an affection starved kitty.

It's another cool rainy day and Y/N keeps on swabbing the droplets of water off from her eyes with her elbow trying to paddle her bicycle. She was on her way to Harry's when the skies betrayed her. Standing on his doormat she soaks it completely waiting for him to answer the door, sad, that her gift was ruined too.

"Lovin' ye'll catch a cold – shit come inside." Concerned he ushers her inside his loft, halts in his tracks when she remains behind adoring a gruffy pout, "what is it?" He asks walking to her and cups her cheeks the instant.

"Embroidered ye' a shirt 's destroyed now." She raises it to show him and he stares it for good seconds before swiping her off the floor – hugging her to radiate the sentiment of endearment he carries for her in his heart. It bloats her cheeks pressed against his clavicles and her feet dangles as he sways them with a happy noise of favourite melody she's unfamiliar with, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He kisses her temple and it lingers at the tip of his tongue.

I could kiss you right fuckin' now, pet.

"Harry you got wet too, dummy!!"

"Oops, guess we both have to change now."

Harry already set mixers for her on the luke points so that she wouldn't have to pull out her hair just to take a shower (his shower's quite complicated) leaves his shirt and boxers for her on his bedside, putting the lilac sheer shirt she embroidered for him in the dryer.

When she comes outside with trippy hair he already has two glasses of wine filled and windows closed to keep her warm.

She isn't a wine person. She was never able to afford it and it never settled with her tummy (she shares too much and feels bubbly with the rose coloured bevvy). Harry's gaze rakes from floor to her ankles snapping directly to her face and it's just snoggles his heart with fondness, seeing her drooled in one of his shirts.

"Need ya not to worry ye'r gift is good as before." He assures her and she flops onto the sofa beside him, "Thank you Y/N." He says genuinely and she waves him with small smile, "hush you."

They drink in silence, then soon it rośed their cheeks and noses making them giggly and floaty. A bottle gone in just a span of a time. She rumbles her lips stretching out, the twinkle of her belly showing and he does the same, eyeing him she slides down on the floor perching her elbow over the coffee table and YET AGAIN HE FOLLLOWS HER ACTIONS.

"Are you mimicking me?" She squints at him and he squints back, "are ye' mimickin' meh?" She smacks his bicep playfully and when he does the same though the force of it lighter than her's adoring mischievous grin making her squeal with chuckles, "Harry!"

He quips back in equal girlish pitch, "Harry!" blinking peepers up at her softly — to test her fates, the recipe of her drunken state and her heart bursting with affection for him she jests at him.

"I like you and might be falling in love with you." She says without holding back a breath and his eyes widen in an animated way chin slipping from his palm, "You what?" He's in utter shock. He has never come across the words she just said with so much delicacy and sincerity — it boggles him to an extent his tongue got tied.

"Say it back now, huh?" She smirks at him shaking from inside counting on to get rejected and ridiculed. Upset at herself more than him at his lack of response, clearing her throat she whispers.

"So — " But, her apology strucks in her throat when he pulls her to himslef with a gentle grip to her elbow. Grabs her jaw tenderly and with the ardent boldness smushes his lips against her's to seal his affinity for her in a kiss that's so soft it melts her inside. His hands brews at her sides and glides up to their destination, to cup her cheeks and deepen the kiss while billowing her in his lap comfortably. He devours the plumness of her lips, tracing the curve of her bottom one with his warm tongue and kisses the corner of her lips again and again making her puff out air from her nostrils.

He has kissed people and it was always to lead something to satisfy the cavity of loneliness, but this, this already feels like home sitting infront of the Autunm fire eating cookies and drinking milk. She feels like the mold he's meant to melt into and explore every ridge of it.

She doesn't not know what's filthier the string of spit that's connecting them or his raspberry lips that she could kiss and kiss for forever, he doesn't stop there pecks her several times with lil smooches, "You're really good at it." She winds her arms tight around the nape of his neck murmuring against him (she wants to make him feel appreciated), his cock chubbing up in his trousers and it lulls her head against his cheek upon feeling it. The thought of having him hard for her boasts the genitilty in herself and she kisses his smiling mouth.

"Wanna make ye' feel good." He presses his lips back against her's with more passion than before and tips her chin with his thumb to stamp lil pecks down her throat feeling his lips tingling to kiss her again, it's way better than he envisioned. Her softness could swallow him and the thought makes his hips stutter imagining his hard prick sucked inside her swelled up walls. His large calloused hands meander down her bottom taking the ripeness of it in a bunch of squeeze.

"On the bed." He pats her bum pinching it playfully and she squeaks obliging him giggles when she bounces over the bed. Him crawling behind her as lion ready to feast over a hare.

Leaning against the head of the bed he lays her between his wide spread legs, her back against his chest and their fronts facing the tall framed mirror infront of them.

"Comfy?" She bobs her head gulping cause no one has ever cared what'll be consuming for her and what not, "I want ye' to look in the mirror sweet girl, at us." He rasps in her ear stroking the hilt of her jaw in continuous circles and when she hums fluttering her eyelids, arching her back at the throb of her pussy and his dirtiness making her slick down to her bum he glides his thumb inside her mouth telling her to, "get 'em proper wet for me." She does coating his thumb with her saliva and flicking her tongue over it many time while he glazes his palms over her ribs, under the crescent of her tits shirt pulled to her collarbones.

She gags around his digit when he took her perky nipple in between his middle and index pulling it then kneads it with a kiss to her earlobe getting her out of his boxers telling her, "enough, pet." When she doesn't listen to him and kept on sucking thinking of his cock in her mouth he gruffs splitting her thighs apart and pressing the soles of her feet tightly against the mattress with his own ankles, "I said enough." Shushing her hungry kitten whimpers he trails his wet thumb down her fallen lip and chin, popping her shirt open and rims it around her areola, "s' soft wanna rub me cock between 'em tits." The shiver that hits her makes her squirm and Harry gives a chaste kiss to her open mouth putting his thumb at her entrance ready to play with her cunt.

"Your eyes open 'em fo' me, puppy." He ducks down to kiss her not letting her turn around himself so that her neck doesn't strain while caressing his fingers up and down in her slickness making soapy noises on purpose, when she finally looks in the mirror locking eyes with him as if he's holding the most precious gem in his arms — the sight turned her spine into a sharp arrow, "c - ca-can I've more?" She gasps squeezing his bicep pussy lips fluttering and her hole palpitates aching for him.

"My polite girl." He smiles awfully fonded at her and she nods licking her lips to speak, "'m good, good always." He pushes his two fingers inside her cunt and she moans with her whole will trying to sink herself to his knuckles nails digging into his shoulders, "I know ye'r." He assures her sliding them out and teasing her little pink asshole turning her into a whining mess.

She twitches around his fingers when he pumps them back along with her sticky wetness and fucks her with them, flickering her clit with his other hand and kneads the inside of her fleshy thigh. She gives out a gaspy moan of unbearable pleasure when his cock's stiffeness rubs between her asscheeks, "ye' feel it? S' fo' you, gonna stuff yeh full of me cock, fuck you nice n' warm and cum all over yer pussy. How you deserved to be fucked, is that okay?" She never expected him this much of a lewd talker — hell she didn't even expected him to step out of his conserved, rather shy demeanour, "yes, yes, yes." She visioned him as a curt dom, who's more into BDSM but he's warm and caring with her. Just in few second of them doing it he proved it how much he's loving to please her.

"Ah! 'm gonna cum . . . gonna —" His sweet vulgar words combined with him toying, rubbing and fingereing her already swollen pussy tips her to the edge she was desiring to get from him, "cum all over me fingers. Want it s' bad from ye darlin', to see you." He says in a tone that's on the verge of pleading but holds a commanding hint under it and with her bones all stiffing, her skin burning and heart buzzing she snaps into her own dreamy world gushing over his fingers with her juices.

"Oh . . Harry." She loudly mewls thrashing in his arms from the intensity of her orgasm and he holds her tight with his arms wrapped around her torso, kisses to the curve of her neck and exposed collarbones. He notices her stiring away from his hand due to sensitivity and takes out his fingers with a squelching popping noise that made her blink from her semblance. Her chest heaves as she watches him in the mirror licking her cum off his wrists with the tip of his pink tongue, "mhm tastes s' sweet." One by one he sucks his finger humming around them seductively spiking her insides yearing to be fucked by him, "just like you sweet puppy."

Gently laying her down he knees infront of her getting out of his flimsy shirt and Y/N admires the flounce of tattoos trailing from his pecks down his adorable love handles. Her gaze stops at the his happy trail leading down to where he's swelled up against his zipper and she hasn't seen someone so beautiful in her entire life, he shimmies his joggers down teasingly with a smirk and she whines hiccuping when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen making her eyes go wide.

"Oh my . . " She gasps at the gorgeous sight of his rock-hard cock between his supple thighs. He's beautifully big, satiny and a dot of shade lighter than his lips making his prick so kissable, would it even fit?? She could already imagine it stretching her out gracefully and stimulating her in ways her fingers could never, "you're so gorgeous button."

The shiny swollen tip, and the dollop of pre-come weeping down his slit alluring her to have him in her mouth but he strokes it not to waste it.

"What's the pout fo' darlin'?" He asks as she stares it making him all shy but he overcomes it persistent to make her feel good (she shared with him that she never knew what being cared feels like) he wanna gives her all lovin' as she did to him the day in cafe. Cups the nape of her neck to bring her for another kiss splitting his thumb into her hair and the moment is so vulnerable and saccharine as he snogs her to floatiness, "will make sure it fits — make you cum many times, baby." He flips her gently.

"On ye tummy fo' me, like an atta pup ye're." It knots her stomach into ropes and she jolts squealing softly into pillows when he smacked her peach watching it jiggle while tugging at his prick to coat it with his thick wetness.

He moans biting his lower lip lulling his head over his shoulders stroking the head of his cock between her asscheeks and round her entrance not pushing at once torching both of them, "you're so delicate wanna be slow with you." He whispers to her pressing his front against her shoulders while wrapping his hand around his shaft to push inside her.

"It's okay!" Her tiny squeaks rolls into a moan when the head of his cock settles inside her and when she twitches around it he cruffs a groan coaxing her sides, "shhh baby 's okay relax fo'me." Taking his hand away from around himself he places it atop her ass withdrawing and looking down to see her cunt glistening with his and her's wetness — then bottoming out deep inside her till his balls are snug against her bum. His stomach twists with pleasure at the warmth that blankets his cock completely making him hunch but he recoups with his arms pressed beside her temple.

The stretch that burns through her core's so pleasing and fulfilling. It hurts in a good way. She knows how patient and composed he's being for her, from the way he fattens tucked inside her walls and he slides his hand between her front and the sheets to caress her soft breasts moving with rough pace.

"Don't stop, please." She recites the mantra almost crushing his fingers with her grip around, it's alot, the constant rub of sheet against her clit and him driving inside her from behind with moans sexier than in erotic audio books. He draws loose circles over her mound making her thighs spread wider with the inability to hold them as he pinched her clit coercion her sensitive button, "oh my god . ." With the whimpers of his name she squirts around his cock and it makes her throw her hips at him.

When he pulls out to turn her on back she whines with a frown, heaving chest and coral cheeks looking totally fucked already, "wanna see ye'r face when you come . . . s' beautiful." He hisses hauling her legs around his waist lowering himself down to enter her with lil smooches to her cheeks, "cum again fo' me baby — yeah just like that squeeze on meh." He pounds her over and over grinding his pelvis against her's to stimulate her in every way.

Feeling the heat crackling in her bones and tummy she takes him by shoulders to cuddle him closer to her chest raising her hips to meet his's, a crying mess, with glossiness twinkling at the corners of her eyes as she comes with euphoria dawning upon her and Harry works her up again.

"Once more, love, i know you've one more fo' me." He gives out a purry groan biting her throat and the valley of her chest, snuggling against it with kisses — when she shakes her head through around him he lines up his nose against her nose petal–ling his lips over her's, "yes you could puppy my sweet — " His eyelids bolting shut at the built of up of his own release and the moment she cums with his cock now he shoots his thick spurt deep inside her.

"This's what it only took fo' you? Callin' ye mere sweet names." He fucks her through it and Y/N admits that he went with his promise --- fucked her like she had never before, they remain like that for some time catching their breaths and then he pulls out of her gently and pumps himself to empty his load shooting it over her pussy and abdomen, "you came so much." She says completely baffled and he steals a chaste kiss from her looking at the white ribbons sticking to her skin.

"Just for you, babyhun."

He tells her not to move and whisks away coming back with a pack of baby wipes. Her hearts swirls with so much fondness for him when he pats the wipes between his palms to get them less cold and shushes her with pecks when she hisses with sensitivity.

They take another shower, this time together and it's not sexual at all though alot of tired poofy kisses and cute yawns were included as they gave eachother shampoo massages and she'd cooe everytime untangling his long hickorey curl.

They changed the sheets (unapologetically very clumsily) and he fetches a glass of water for her making it drink her.

When they were cuddled awfully good he lifts his head up from it was nuzzled between her titties. His accent drawly and slippery from tiredness, "Y/N." He checks if she's asleep and she hums in response starting to play with his hair lazily.

"That day when me date didn't show up?" Witha half heart she hums again, she doesn't like to talk bout that day, because the hopelessness that conquered him that evening still makes her sad.

"I was glad ye' were there 'n 'm so so so thankful that he didn't show up. Else we wouldn't be here in eachother's embrace 'n me heart still'd been mournful to sleep in cold sheets waiting fo' me person." It's the most he has talked in his soberness. It wells up tears in both of their eyes.

"You're my person." She cradles his face hating it that he was kept so love starved his entire life and she gazes him dearly, sweetly, affectionately all the words that could describe love for someone spilling out of the chambers of heart.

"I want to love you so much, pet, make you me most treasured human hershey."

"I'm in, cuddle me up." He grins smauching a loud kiss to her lips and cosying back to his previous spot purring like a kitten thrown into heaps of fluffy blankets.

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marinerainbow · 3 years ago

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Alright, @marshmallow-biscuit-blog has mentioned them a few times and they are a part of her OC Rooty's backstory, so I'm obligated to post about them XD

Meet Sketch, detective for hire!

Art of course was not done by me! Marshmallow was sweet enough to draw them for me, go give her credit! ^^

The mannequin grew up on Inkwell isles, but not with their parents. Whether their parents were killed, didn't want them, or couldn't care for them they don't know nor do they care anymore. They spent their childhood at the Inkwell orphanage, but often wandered around the city. As a child, they kept trying to find their parents or at least a new home ("If 'ya want something done right, 'you gotta do it yourself!") but they were also exposed to crime at an early age due to this.

One day, they had gotten ahold of the morning paper and saw the headline, a notorious bank robber having been caught and put away. Seeing the police on the paper made them idolize them as heros and want to be like them someday.

However, after they finally finished training years later, they saw how corrupt the force could be. Sure they may have met a few good ones here and there, but they refused to work in a station that didn't put the good of the people first and quickly left with a broken heart. They were determined to make the most of it though and be the hero that this town needed, especially after that conman King Dice and the Devil moved in.

They opened their own office and from then on became a detective for hire, willing to help anyone who needs their services, and will even go and catch criminals on their own. From investigating a cheating spouse to arresting a crime lord, they quickly made a name for themselves on the isles.

Now, onto tidbits about them!

Despite being well known, they are crass in their own way. Even as a kid, they wouldn't let anybody stop them from sneaking out of the orphanage or fighting the bullies in the courtyard. But at the same time, they were a little anti-social, they didn't really make friends easily. It carried with them to their adult years, not really going out to bars or clubs to have fun. The only way they meet new people is when someone walks into their office or when their strolling down the street (or in Rooty's case, someone bumping into them and following them around no matter what XD)

They do have their playful and spunky streak though, it doesn't take much to rile them up and make them retort in the appropriate way. Hell, sometimes at the park if the kids pester them enough, they'll join in dirt ball fights (that was actually their favorite game growing up) XD

They have a soft spot for kids. They know they aren't the best parental figure (and sometimes fear that they wouldn't be a good parent because of how they grew up and their job), but they'll try their best. They'll often help kids out of trouble- notably the cup bros, Rooty and sometimes Chalice. But that doesn't mean they'll bring kids along on missions of course.

Knowing that Rooty idolized them does make them smile, but also want to work harder to be what she sees them as. They know what it's like to have your heart broken by your childhood hero, they don't want Rooty to feel the same hurt, especially towards them. So they kind of accidentally becomes a parental figure for Rooty (when they find out what her home life was though... I'll have to talk to @marshmallow-biscuit-blog about that first)

That face as you may have noticed is scribbled. That's because they don't really have a face of their own and they have to draw it on, hence the pen magnifying glass. The kind of face they have determines the type of voice they'll have too (for example, a more feminine looking face will give them a more feminine voice). If they aren't in the mood for talking, they'll erase their mouth.

What do you guys think? Any questions or constructive criticism is always welcome! ^^

#Detective Sketch #Cuphead in: Don't Deal with the Devil #Ci: DDwtD #The Cuphead Show #TCS #art #my own OC's #my own characters #my own post #other peoples OC's #other peoples characters

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the-crazy-echidna-lady · 2 years ago

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Name: Blizzard Mewl (Blizz) Birthday: January 4th, 1932 (A year older than Siphi) Personality: He’s cocky, but also a nice guy. Like he’s full of himself, but he would absolutely defend you and be there for you. (kinda like Sonic?) He is wild though, and can often be too much for people.

Occupation: He works at a cafe across from Siphi’s library. (Where Rooty worked while still training)

Relationships: He met Siphi because she got a coffee at the cafe one morning before heading to open the library. He immediately wanted to get to know her, and made quite a nuisance of himself by asking questions that early in the morning. He obviously meant no harm, but Siphi kinda stopped him and told him to come to the library later if he wants to talk that bad.

As mentioned, he does know Rooty as a friendly co-worker. That being said, it's awkward when he finds out she and Siphi are sister-in-laws. Rooty knows his weird quirks and can tell Siphi, and that scares him. (Not because they’re bad, but because they’re embarrassing. He doesn’t want his crush to know he yowls when surprised or that when he’s angry, he fluffs up.)

Siphi’s sisters are fine with Blizzard, and so are her brothers. However, Cuphead and Mugman are much more aggressively protective-

Tea is fine with him, and thinks he’s charming, but does still keep her eye on him since he’s so wild. Joe on the other hand HATES him at first. He only loosens his judgment on Blizzard when he sees how happy he makes Siphi. He still doesn’t let his guard down though- Oh, and Blizz is 100% terrified of Joe. He knows that he could snap him in half if he wanted to.

Future: He would like to settle down- after having some fun in the world first of course. He’d want to be a dad some day, but he wants to make sure he’s ready for that first. Wants to get the young energy out of himself first.

Talents: Excellent cook! Nowhere near as good as his future mother-in-law’s talent, but he would like to be up there some day

(BLIZZARD IS OPEN FOR ASKS FOR THE FUTURE PART OF THE AU)

#kitchen utensil family #the kitchen utensil family #Blizzard Mewl #siphixblizzard #blizzardxsiphi #blizz #blizzard

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eeveecryptid · 5 years ago

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※ LOCAL ROBOT SCREAMS INTO THE VOID: BORDERLANDS: THE PRE-SEQUEL EDITION

a thrilling saga of shit i’ve heard while listening to my friend play borderlands: the pre-sequel, with the occasional moment of my own commentary. may include nsfw material. feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.!

“ maybe i wanna look around and start some shit. ”

“ you dumb bastard! ”

“ i'm a healer, but-- [ reloads shotgun ] ”

“ look bitch, i'm not afraid to die-- ”

“ hi, i'm jericho, a model of the claptrap android, i'm too stupid to die and i'm not afraid to die anyway. ”

“ hi, i’m (name), i’m too stupid to die and i’m not afraid to die anyway. ”

“ i've played enough resident evil in my lifetime to go 'whatchu gonna do, kill me? okay'. ”

“ sorry, buddies, but i like to break into shit too. ”

“ just lower your shields, i just wanna talk! ”

“ after all this time, claptrap has a grenade! ”

“ after all this time, (name) has a grenade! ”

[ excessive high-pitched swearing in the distance ]

“ i didn't die like a warrior, i died like a bitch. ”

“ you got knocked the fuck out! ”

“ please just die faster and i will see that you're well treated. ”

“ i have a feeling i'm gonna have a boot up my ass because of you talking shit, and i don't even have an ass! ”

“ if you don't die, i may have to kill you. ”

“ a platypus loaderbot? PERRY the platypus loaderbot?? ”

“ this is my emotional support dumbass. ”

“ and i thought /i/ was supposed to be an idiot! ”

“you bring me into this spaceship with a shitty loader and now i gotta kill this fuckin-- i don't know who he is, but i gotta kill this fuckin clown! ”

“ i don't need ammo, but what i do need--- dad, if you're reading this, please come home-- ”

“ i'm a robot, i'm incapable of feeling many strong emotions. ”

“ ’aim straighter’-- hate to break i to you, but i ain't that straight. ”

“ why are you talking shit, i am small, i am mildly homosexual-- ”

“ hi, i have adhd, i can't focus. ”

“ (name), stop being mean, i have what the kids call-- ”

“ (name), i'ma punch you in the balls.”

“i have adhd, (name), i can't focus like that! ”

“ i know what i must do, but i don't know if i have the strength to do it. ”

“ i'm like 5'3, maybe 20 pounds, no brain cells up in here. ”

“ please, (name), don't leave me, i'm small and gay-- dad! it's like he never left! ”

“ i am a tiny homosexual, we gonna die-- ”

“ . . .i called you an asshole because i thought i hung up? ”

“ hey buddy boy, is that where we're going next, ‘cause i choose life. ”

“ i thought you were bae, turns out you're just a bitch. ”

“ yeehaw, except more incoherent screaming. ”

“ (name), why do i feel you're gonna be the death of me and not in a cute way? ”

“ when i die, i want (name) to be the one to put my casket in the ground so s/he can let me down one last time. ”

“ i dedicate my life to our lord and savior snoop dogg and this is the thanks i get? ”

“ i am small and dumb, but you make me feel like a genius right now, i won't lie. ”

“yEET-- ”

“ i'm not badass enough, i'm just kinda dumb. ”

“ (name), please, i'm putting a lot of faith in you. ”

“ bohemian rhapsody, but every mama just gets more and more distressed. ”

“ s/he's more flaming than i am. ”

“ (name), i've always considered you a friend, but-but-but my m-m-mom says we can't play together anymore you're too-- too violent and you get me hurt and into a lot of legal trouble that i should not disclose in front of children. ”

“ (name), please stop talking shit, do you see how well we're doing-- which is to say, not well at all-- ”

“ does my rooty tooty point and shooty have ammo? finally! ”

“ heehee-- we're in danger, i can feel it. ”

“ i have a bad feeling about this, a /really/ bad feeling about this. ”

“ you have a real bad definition of badass, i’m just queer and scared and angry. ”

“ it make me feel good that s/he think about me, i'm stupid but--”

“ useless, just like me! ”

“ am i more than you bargained for yet? ”

“ my mama always said i was a dumbass. i never wanted to listen, but she may have been onto something. ”

“ you didn't really save my life, love, you just kinda putting me in extra danger. ”

“ finally, i'm doing something right for once! ”

#ask meme #sentence starters #indie rp #inbox meme #rp meme #rp ask #rp ask meme #askbox meme #askbox starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence starters #inbox memes #indie starters #rp inbox meme #stuff aspen has heard

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ask-ethari-anything · 5 years ago

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How did you and Runaan get together? Who confessed first? Did you kiss? Was it romantic? Awkward? Please tell us the story!

Well, we had a nice subtle courtship period, as all Moonshadows tend to--subtle to Runaan, anyway. I knew what he was about pretty early on, because he’s honestly terrible at flirting. But it was really cute to watch this self-assured assassin fumble his way through what he thought were stealthy romantic cues! Ahh, it was all very flattering! It makes my heart flip just remembering those days. I didn’t want it to end too soon, so I pretended I didn’t know what he was doing, hoping he’d be persistent, and boy was he! When Runaan decides something, that elf Decides. The Moon has surely blessed me with this elf who loves me.

I was very content to enjoy his fine attentions as long as he wanted to give them. I’m a master of the Long Look, the Gentle Accidental Brush of Fingers, the Double Entendre Compliment, and the Leaving Obliviously Just After Dropping A Comment Bomb. I absolutely kept his attention riveted on me while pretending I was doing nothing of the sort. But Moonshadows understand balance deep in our souls, so I knew that for all the dancing I was doing, keeping Runaan fixated on me, I’d have to let him take that first big step and say something. I owed him that much. And I really, really wanted to know how he’d say it!

How does a masterful assassin, a dealer in death, confess to the lightest thing in his life? What does that sound like? I needed to know. And I wanted him to feel that moment with his whole heart, because balance. Every chance I get to drag Runaan into a light and sweet moment, I do it. Because it’s good for him, and I want nothing more than for him to be his best, most beautiful, most balanced self. One foot in the light and one in the dark, bridging everything that being Moonshadow means. He’s exactly that dramatic, don’t deny it. So, I help him out with the light and soft things, like playing ignorant until he can’t handle it anymore and blurts out his true feelings for the first time!

We made a Moonshadow date of it, that day. I made a picnic because Runaan invited me outside the village, where no one else could overhear us if things didn’t go the way he hoped. I made way too much food, because I was so excited. I was finally going to hear Runaan speak his secret truth to me, I could feel it. And I knew that I loved him, too, that his secret would be very safe in my heart. But I had to play along, to give Runaan that one perfect moment.

We headed to a nice hollow a ways out, with a tumbling waterfall and an old understump ruin--an underground meeting hall for Moonshadows, long abandoned. And I brought the picnic and some weapon designs--we must be practical about these things, after all! Runaan picked the spot, and I really appreciated the waterfall touch. See, it was pretty loud, so we had to sit close together as I showed him my sketches and we talked them over. I wasn’t quite in his lap, but it was pretty close. I did take every opportunity to brush up against his knee, his hand, his arm, too! Oh, the little hitches in his breath were delightful. He had it so bad that day, because he knew what he was going to tell me. And I pretended I didn’t notice--because he hadn’t confessed yet, and that’s just polite. But it really fueled my soul.

You know the feeling when a cat chooses you to curl up with and fall asleep? When it trusts you despite its stabby ways, and graces you with its soft flexible beauty? Having Runaan fall in love with me was like that, but a thousand times better.

Eventually we got around to the picnic, and I made sure to brush against his hands every time I handed him things from my pretty basket. One time, he even glared at me as if I were purposely tormenting him--which I absolutely was--but then he caught himself and blushed, and aahh my heart leaped! I love Runaan’s blushes. Each one is a soft little gift, and I treasure them all. Because even now, he still does it.

I made Moonberry Surprise for dessert, with a special little twist in the recipe just so I could insist on feeding him a bite for his opinion of it. Yes, I absolutely bustled right over his objections and held out a spoonful of it for him, cupping my hand underneath, waiting expectantly for him to taste it. He blushed again at the very idea of opening his mouth for me, and I very nearly lost it. So close, I was so close to just kissing him. But I’d been planning to give Runaan his confession moment for a really long time, and I dared not mess up when we were so close to it. I begged the Moon for strength and managed to wait him out.

He took that bite for me, and his eyebrows shot up. I can make a perfectly delicious treat when I want to. But then, see, he had a little moonberry syrup on his bottom lip. What could I do but thumb it off for him? So I did, and he blushed harder. And then I licked it off my thumb while holding eye contact with him and asking him what he thought of the treat. He literally stopped breathing.

It was time to push the poor elf. I was having such a hard time keeping my cool. But I had faith in him. He’d planned this trip, and I needed him to complete that mission he’d given himself.

He stared at me, wide-eyed, for a few seconds, and then blurted, “Let’s go see those ruins. They seem very interesting.”

Doing anything with Runaan at that moment was well and truly fascinating, so I agreed immediately. We abandoned the food and my sketches and hunted for the entrance tunnel to the understump. And this is how off-balance Runaan was feeling: I found it first! I reached over and grabbed Runaan by the hand so I could tug him down through the overhanging vines and into the dimness. I babbled the whole way down to the hall about the glowing mushrooms and what sort of rituals they must’ve performed down here, and literally any thought that came into my head that had nothing to do with the fact that Runaan was about to confess his true feelings to me.

I thought I’d be okay, that I’d keep my head together, but I was suddenly really nervous, too. I’d been planning this whole thing out, and then it caught me up. Because I was in love, too. Just because I was more comfy with my feelings didn’t mean they didn’t overwhelm me sometimes! And they sure started to right then. My hand got sweaty in Runaan’s grip, and I started sounding breathless even to my own ears. Surely Runaan noticed, right?

I pulled him out to the middle of the hall, under the rooty roof, and took his other hand so I could spin with him for a moment in the light of the glowing mushrooms. “The magic here is deep and old, Runaan. Can’t you feel it?”

He tugged me to a stop. “I can, Ethari. But I also feel something new. And I hope that you do, too. But whether you do or not... I can’t keep it to myself anymore. It’s too strong, I can’t hide it, and... I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to know.”

I wasn’t playing anymore when I breathlessly begged him, “What do you feel, Runaan?”

He stepped closer, and his eyes roamed across my face. That soft smile of his broke out, and his eyebrows lifted. He rested one hand along my cheek and thumbed my cheekbone, and my eyes went wide. Runaan’s so careful about touching. But there he was, reaching out, being vulnerable. So I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. I needed him to know that I was very very okay with him touching me softly.

When I opened my eyes again, he was staring at me so intensely, and his lips had parted, but he hadn’t quite said those words I needed to hear. So I cupped his hand with mine, turned my head without breaking eye contact, and pressed a quick kiss to his palm.

Oh, that did the trick.

“Ethari... Ethari, I’m in love with you.” His words came out uncertain but determined to exist, to be real. “Truly, deeply, and most ardently in love with you.” His voice shook a little, but his eyes were on fire. He took my face in both hands and looked up at me, breathless, his chest heaving, eyes clinging to my face.

And there it was. The moment he needed. He’d done it. He’d said the words, and they rang true.

And I realized that, for all my planning, I’d never once considered what my reply would be! Oh dear.

“Truly?” I echoed.

“Yes,” he murmured.

“Deeply?”

“Very deeply,” he assured me.

“Ardently too, huh?” I teased.

That got him to smile again. “Yes. Definitely.”

Something loosened in my chest, and I just let it open up. I didn’t need to plan my words. They’d come when I let my feelings out. “That’s such a relief to know, Runaan. I didn’t want to be the only one of us in love with the other.”

His eyes darted up and down, reading me, making sure all of me was saying the same thing. And then he threw his arms around me and melted into a full body hug.

He’d been holding back, too. Holding back so very much. And now, we both got to let it out. I held him close, nice and tight, and we took a long moment to just be together in the sacred silence. To be truly together, for the first time, with our hearts.

But I had a really pressing question I needed to ask. “Does this mean I can kiss you now?” I murmured in his ear. “Because I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

Mmmm, that soft little gasp he made. “Please do.”

I took that sweet face in my hands then, slowly and gently, didn’t want to startle the assassin, and kissed him softly. When I looked into his eyes again, something much hotter was sparking there, and he kissed me then. Not gently, not slowly.

We danced together when we entered the village, held hands walking across the green, and Lain and Tiadrin came running up to give us their congratulations. And I’ve spent all my days kissing and dancing with Runaan ever since.

#ethari #runaan #runaan x ethari #runaari #ruthari #first kiss #story time #elf husbands

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