#So she wears it to remember her even though it doesn't match her hair. Though it's usually red

[webbedphantom]

So Sovereign is actually one of my favorite things about this AU. Partially due to the design I came up with, and because I actually got to flesh the idea out by working with a friend of mine on the concept.

A quick disclaimer though, I don't necessarily want or expect anyone to use these concepts or ideas, even if we're writing in my main verse. My threads with @/queenxfjustice showcase that pretty well. This whole AU was originally meant for a fanfic that I adapted into an RP account. I'm not trying to tell anyone how to write their character, this is mostly just for fun. That said if anyone wants to use this or any other concepts from my AU for a thread, I am open to the idea as long as you talk it over with me first.

Let's start with the basic premise. Sovereign is Makoto Niijima with a version of the Venom symbiote, while also taking major inspiration from Gwen Stacy (Both 616 and Earth 65). It's not exactly the same thing, but in terms of abilities it might as well be. It can do everything symbiotes can traditionally do. Increased Strength, Speed, and Agility, tendrils that can be used for attacking or swinging, mimicking clothing, etc.

What makes it special is the Persona aspect. These symbiotes act as another means of using Personas outside of the Metaverse, but not only that, can be used to manifest them in reality at no cost to stamina, even allowing the user to only summon parts of them to create more devastating attacks. Additionally, it can create/mimic various weapons for its user, as well as switch their elemental weakness to a different element. She later unlocks another form based on Anat, where she wears the Persona like a suit of armor.

There is a cost to this power however. These symbiotes are made of raw desire from the Metaverse (The same stuff that runs through those veins in Mementos if I remember correctly) mixed with the serum that gave... pretty much everyone else on the team their powers. And spending too long with raw desires, especially desires that aren't naturally yours, can really twist a person's mind. A passing thought can become an obsession, or a slight annoyance can become pure hatred.

They don't inherently have minds of their own, but will slowly create one based off the thoughts and actions of those bonded to them. And that, in turn, will dictate what the suit will push its wearer to do. It's literally a hell of their own making.

So, how does Makoto get this suit, and what does she do with it?

Well, first we need to briefly go over what happened prior to this.

Makoto was one of the founding members of the team in this timeline, helping Aaron and the others investigate the kidnappings perpetrated by the Shadows possessing people (More about that arc in this post here). The team fight the shadows atop Shido Tower, alongside her father Captain Niijima (haven't decided on a first name for him yet-). There Ann and Ryuji get exposed to the serum, released in a giant cloud on the roof, awakening to their powers. However, because the serum is deadly to those who haven't accepted their shadow, and because there's no real way to tell who has and hasn't, Makoto and her father wear gas masks and try to stop the serum from spreading any further.

They're successful, but the Captain is killed right in front of her, giving his life to save Aaron from a fatal blow.

Things... did not go well from there. Makoto was obviously distraught over thing, and to make matters worse, Aaron begins to distance himself from her, both to protect her and because he... kinda blames himself for her father's death.

To top it all off, Sae spends more and more time at work, convinced that Spider-Man killed their father, and will stop at nothing to catch him, dead or alive.

The others tried to help comfort her, but she wasn't very receptive to it. Just saying that she was fine, and pushing herself further to focus on her work. Both for the student council, her internship at ShidoCorp, and for the team... even if they all thought she needed a break.

And that's when Goro Akechi entered the scene. Proclaiming on live television that he would catch Spider-Man, and he'd do it through a partnership with the Shido Corporation. He'd be using a new "high tech" suit they'd designed to bring that menace to justice.

But it wasn't just tech. Even just looking at it on a screen, she could tell right away. It was too sleek, too... alien to be man made. And since she still had access to the labs through her internship, she decided to look into it.

She was right, of course. She discovered the company's symbiote program, and started poking around to see what she could dig up on these things, wanting to give the team every advantage she could.

But then... one of them escaped, lunging for her almost immediately. The next thing she knew, she was hanging upside down from a skyscraper.

At first she was freaked out, but the longer she wore it the more it started to... click. She didn't have to be on the sidelines anymore. She had power now, she could help people just like the others did!

But... she wasn't quite in her right mind. Between her father's death, her best friend and sister pushing her away, and all the pressure and manipulation she'd been put through most of her life... she was angry. Angry at the world. The world that put all that pressure on her, the world that kept her sister away from home, the world that took her father's life. Shadows were born of humans, after all.

And that anger was twisted into a violent rage by the suit. Anytime she'd come across some criminals, she'd leave them in progressively worse and worse states, pushing her limits just a little further each time, until she was leaving nearly all her opponents on the brink of death.

The world took everything from her, and she would make them suffer.

It wasn't long before she crossed paths with the team. She tried to explain herself, tried to justify her brutality, but they didn't understand. They couldn't understand. So they fought.

In reality, she was the one who threw the first punch, losing her temper after Aaron suggested she take the suit off. But in her mind, they'd betrayed her. And what's worse, tried to take the one thing that made her feel free.

It'd be the first of many fights between them.

That night after she got home, she and her sister got into a fight, a fight that escalated very quickly due to the state she was in. So she stormed off, running away from home. She didn't need her. She didn't need anyone.

She was a nomad, drifting from place to place, fight to fight. Rationing out what money she had on her to keep herself fed.

There'd be several clashes between her, the team, and even Akechi on occasion, all the while she'd decline further and further, slowly forgoing any sense of morals, any care for collateral damage, any strategy beyond getting back at anyone and everyone who'd ever hurt her, no matter how petty the grudge.

She started with Kaneshiro's clan, or what was left of it, hitting target after target, decimating everything in her path. Then she paid a visit to Principal Kobayakawa, taking great pleasure in making his fate as slow and painful as possible. He was hospitalized later that night, and he'd spend the next several months jumping at any shadow on the wall.

Then she visited her dad's old precinct in Shibuya, the place that was rife with corrupt cops, that made her father's job all the more difficult. The place that had robbed her of so much time with him.

She tore through the place in an afternoon. Nothing could stop her, nothing seemed to even hurt her... except for a simple taser.

But she saved the worst for last. Her sister. The one everyone compared her to, the one who put so much pressure on her, the one that'd abandoned her to pursue revenge. She stopped by the courthouse, tore down the wall to her office, and took her hostage before disappearing into the night.

She brought her to the aquarium, the place they'd used to visit every year with their dad before he died. She took off her mask and just started screaming at her. If she was going to do this, she wanted her to know exactly why.

She was going to kill her... but that's when her friends found her.

Still, there wasn't much they could do. Sure Ryuji's electric attacks were extremely painful, but they were holding back. She was still "their friend," after all.

Eventually, it all came down to her and Aaron. He'd abandoned her too, he deserved to suffer for that.

But after she said that... he stopped fighting. Instead he apologized for everything, saying that he deserved whatever she was going to do to him. But also that he still believed in her, that she could beat this thing. And that... that got to her.

In a brief moment of clarity, she was able to fight against the suit, and throw herself into the aquarium's power generator, finally freeing herself from its grasp.

She wouldn't wear it again for a while after that... but she would eventually wear it again, only with much more control than she had before... though she also kept a taser on her just in case.

She would attempt to make up with her sister soon after. But while Sae forgave her for what she did, as she wasn't really herself, she couldn't forgive the fact that she was working with the man who she believed had killed their father. Makoto tried to explain, but Sae wouldn't listen, and threw her out.

Makoto would live with Sojiro and Futaba for the next few months. She and Sae do eventually make up, but I'll save that for when I eventually explain how I adapted Sae's Palace.

So... there you go. That's Sovereign. Obviously, I left a LOT out, and even then it still took way too shocking long to get through it all. But I'm curious what you guys think of this whole arc. Is it interesting? Do you think I screwed something up? Honestly, I'll take all the feedback I can get.

#au thoughts #phantom spider au #Featuring Sovereign - AU Makoto Niijima; #incredibly long post #Also if you saw my icons and are wondering why her headband is a different color; it's a keepsake from her mom #So she wears it to remember her even though it doesn't match her hair. Though it's usually red #It turns black whenever she has the suit on. It likes to hide in/mimic her clothes. The headband is no exception #The red headband is inspired by Spectacular Spidey's Gwen and the black one is based off Gwen's traditional look #OOC - Out of Costume;

[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: You're leaving

Something changes and Alexia isn't sure when it happens.

You're leaving.

Leaving Barcelona, leaving Spain, leaving her.

She's gone home for the weekend, driven from her apartment near the stadium all the way out to her childhood home.

Her Mami greets her at the door. Alba's already slouching in front of the tv, watching some boring reality show that Alexia can't stand.

There's boxes and bags packed up at the front door. That's a little weird but she doesn't ask questions about them.

"Where's the baby?" Alexia asks, looking around for you.

There's a picture of you and your sisters up on the mantelpiece. Alba's in her graduation robes, Alexia wearing her Barcelona shirt and you in your tennis outfit. It had been a stressful day. Alba had just graduated, you had just come from a tennis session and Alexia straight from a match against Valencia.

You're all smiling though, positively beaming at the camera.

"She's at the court," Mami laughs," Where else would she be?"

"It's getting dark."

"She's not a baby," Alba scoffs, not looking away from the screen," She can decide when she comes home."

Alexia ignores her. "I'll go get her."

It's a short walk over to the tennis courts, maybe twenty minutes or so. You're the only one there, swinging your racket back and forth as the machine feeds more and more balls at you.

"Don't you have a curfew?"

You keep hitting tennis balls. "Don't you have a match tomorrow?"

She laughs. "I can't come home to see my family?"

She's teasing you and you switch off the machine to run into her arms. Alexia catches you easily, swinging you around like she used to when you were little.

Tennis had been unexpected. You were only little when Papa died so never got to experience going to the football stadium with him. Selfishly, Alexia had tried to foster a love for football in you but it was all over when you saw a televised tennis match.

You didn't like football like you loved tennis.

Alexia had a whole gallery on her phone for you at your tennis practices over the years, all the way back to your first lesson when you were very young and could barely hold your racket properly.

Briefly, she wondered where the time went.

"You're cutting it fine," You complain good-naturedly as you put your rackets back in your bag and link your arms with Alexia's," I'm leaving tomorrow. I was beginning to think that you would never visit before I left."

Your words make Alexia confused. "What do you mean?" She asks," Leaving? Leaving for where?"

You laugh. "For Poland."

"Why are you going to Poland?" Alexia feels tense. No one had told her that you were going to Poland on holiday. It was the middle of the school year. There was no reason for you to be going anywhere.

You laugh again, like she's being silly and it dawns on Alexia that you don't know that no one's told her anything.

"For tennis," You say," Remember? My new coach is there."

You were the most talented tennis player that Alexia had ever met. She had known you were the best the moment you served your first ball, back when you still wore your hair in pigtails and couldn't tie your own laces.

And just last year you showed everyone else in the world that too when you won the Australian and the French Open back to back.

You returned to Mollet del Vallès a homegrown hero even after you came runner-up at Wimbledon and the US Open.

Alexia had never considered that you would move away for tennis. You were never supposed to move away. Tennis was your football and Alexia had never had to move from Spain to pursue football.

She always assumed you would be the same.

"You're not leaving," Is what she actually says and you stop in the middle of the street.

"Ale?" You ask," What do you mean I'm not leaving? I already signed the contract. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"You're not!" Alexia snaps before softening her tone," You're not. What has Poland got that Spain doesn't, huh?"

You tilt your head to the side in confusion and Alexia's brought back to every time when you were little when you did the exact same thing, tilting your head to the side when something confuses you, your childhood pigtails swaying from the force of your head movement.

"A coach that coaches the world's number one? It will be good. Mami approves."

"Mami shouldn't make decisions about you without consulting me!"

Alexia doesn't know where this anger is coming from. You're too young to be making such a big decision. You don't know a word of Polish. You were much too little to be moving across the world without anyone to look after you.

"It wasn't her decision!" You snap back, forcing the front door open and storming inside. "It was my decision! And I don't need your permission to do anything, Alexia! I'm nearly an adult."

"Nearly being the key word!" Alexia yells back at you," You're not going anywhere! You're staying right here with me or so help me god!"

"Or what?!" You demand, fronting up to her with your fists clenched and shaking at your sides. "What will you do, Alexia?! Huh? What will you do?!"

It shocks Alexia a little bit. You've never fronted up to her like this before, never so confidently or so assertive. You weren't that kind of person.

You used to hide behind her legs when you were younger or cry when any kind of confrontation or argument happened around you.

You don't give her time to answer before you're storming off into your room.

Alba whistles a low note. "What happened with you two?"

"Did you know?!" Alexia demands," Did you know she's leaving?!"

"Of course?" Alba looks confused now. "Why? Don't tell me you've only just found out."

"She's a baby!" Alexia hisses," She's not stepping foot off Spanish soil without me! She's not going anywhere."

"She hasn't been a baby for a while."

Alexia's eyes stray to the photos around the room. Mami is a tad sentimental and old school, printing out pictures to hang around the house rather than keep them on her phone.

It's like a shrine to a younger you, with your chubby cheeks and wild hair. There's versions of you all throughout your childhood and practically nothing of the you that's just yelled at her about moving away from home.

You're a little baby in Alexia's eyes, the little baby she held in her arms a few hours after you were born, the little miracle that followed her around the moment you learnt to walk, the little angel that cried in her arms after you won the Australian Open, too overwhelmed by your own emotions.

You couldn't be leaving. Not to somewhere like Poland where Alexia couldn't drive to see you.

You were too young, to little to go so far from her.

It was like she blinked and you no longer fit into her arms, suddenly a teenager with a mind and passions of your own.

"Alexia," Mami says sternly," Go and apologise to your sister. We didn't say anything when you wanted to pursue football. We're not saying anything to your sister about her pursuing tennis."

Alexia huffs. "Why can't the coach come here? She's not an adult yet! He could be taking advantage of her!"

"He's not. He coaches the world number one, he can't just drop all of that to coach a sixteen-year-old from Spain. This is an honour for her. It's an offer that might not be open if she delays it until she's eighteen. You know how much this means to her."

Alexia doesn't make eye contact, focussing on the wall in front of her.

Your smiling face beams back at her. It's of your first proper tournament, the under-fourteens for the whole of Spain. You've just won at twelve years old in your all-white shirt and skirt combo with your hair pulled back in a complicated braid. You haven't fully lost all of your childhood baby fat so your cheeks are a little more rounded than now, like you haven't yet grown into your face.

Alexia's next to you, cheek-to-cheek. She's still in her Spain kit, having driven from a friendly against Italy. She'd missed most of your match but had gotten there in time to see your last set.

You won and came home with the trophy.

It's hard to reconcile that twelve-year-old with the sixteen-year-old you've become.

Alexia stands and knocks on your door.

"Go away!" You yell though it's clear that you're crying.

"I'm coming in!"

"Go away, Ale! I don't want to see you!"

"Too bad!"

Alexia forces her way inside and crushes you into a hug. You try to squirm away for a bit but go limp when it's clear that she's not letting go of you.

"I'm sorry," She whispers against the top of your head," I'm sorry."

"I'm going to Poland," You say," You can't stop me."

"I know," Alexia says," You're going to Poland. You're going to work very hard. You're going to win and convince that coach that he should come home to Spain with you, okay? This has got to be temporary, alright, hermanita? I don't know how long I can go without midnight snack runs."

That shocks a giggle out of you.

"You'll get sick of me when I come home," You reply," I'm going to be so good that you'll never see me. I'll always be training."

Alexia laughs too this time and she loosens her grip enough for you to lean away to look up at her.

"Never," She declares," You're my hermanita. I'll never get sick of you. Even when you grow up."

"Ale, I am grown up."

She smiles. "No, you're not."

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[viiiiiiiiiin]

What do you guys do on Valentine's Day !! (GN reader)

Includes: Nami , Robin , Sanji , Law , Kid , Ace , Sabo.

Masterlist

A / N: SORRY ITS SHORT !!@ Im writing this on a phone and with a headache. I hope you guys enjoy 😣

Cat Burglar: Nami

If you guys just recently got into a relationship , she's very frugal with her money. Though , if you guys have been in a relationship for a while , she's more than willing to spoil you.

She probably started growing some flowers for you in the garden !

She's had this day planned out for a while , actually. She made the crew dock at an island and reserved a table at the fanciest restaurant she could find there.

Then , she would book (or bribe someone to book) a private room for you two. She would get you a rose (that she grew) before you even arrived.

She's over here wearing a beautiful dress , hair done and everything. She even bought you a beautiful suit / dress / fit to match with hers !

After the date , she takes you to a hotel and spends the entire night with you. You guys even go out on a shopping spree ! New clothes , jewlery , weapons , whatever you guys wanted ! All discounted , of course.

You guys end the night with a cuddle session in your room ! (Or a fun night. It depends)

Devil's Child: Nico Robin

She's VERY romantic with you.

She's gotta have SOMETHING on you the entire day. Rather it be holding hands , kissing your cheek , hugging your waist , or rubbing your shoulders. She just loves making you flustered !

She takes this entire day spoiling you. She uses her devil fruit to massage you and make you relax.

You guys even take a rosey bath together ! She may even get hansy there too . .

She asks Sanji to cook you two something you both love so you can eat together while bathing or in the girls' room.

She also spends time reading with you ! She introduces you to her favorite love stories.

She ends the night with a cuddle session as well. She's probably the big spoon lol.

Blackleg: Vinsmoke Sanji

The most romantic out of all of them !

Breakfast in bed (your favorite) , lunch is all of your favorites , and so is dinner ! He loves the little faces you make when eating the stuff you love.

He definitely put rose pedals in your room. He gave you so many gifts throughout the day that you didn't have enough room for them all ! Chocolate , flowers , etc.

He makes the entire day about the both of you. He hugs you and kisses you all day !

He even sets up a candle lit bath for the both of you. Roses around the tub , warm bubble bath , and some exotic sweets for the both of you.

He , like Robin , has to have his hands on you the entire time. He loves you so , so much.

Surgeon of Death: Trafalgar D. Water Law

He didn't even remember that it was Valentine's Day until you gave him a gift.

He felt horrible for forgetting about it. He had been so , so busy with his studies. And what he was going to do about Kaido.

He makes it up to you by docking at the neatest island and taking you out to eat. Even though he doesn't like PDA or public affection.

He gives you a rose while his face is LIT UP with red. He's so embarrassed. Shh he's trying his best.

When you guys came back to the Polar Tang , he tries to finish his studies but allows you to be in there with him.

Once he's done , he bathes and goes to sleep with you. He's probably the little spoon . . .

Eustass "Captain" Kid

He's . . Horrible . . At romantic stuff.

He gives you a little heart trinket while blushing madly.

He brings you out to eat (and almost burned the place down because of the way people looked at you).

He asks Killer for advice. He doesn't know what he's doing , at all. He tries to follow what he said to do , but he fails. He's trying , don't blame him.

He held you close the entire day and made sure everyone knew that he was your boyfriend.

Though he won't admit it , his heart is racing like crazy. If you point it out , he'll yell and deny it.

Firefist: Portgas D. Ace

When you guys docked on the closest island , he took you on a picnic date ! He asked Thatch to make your favorites and his favorites.

He took one of your shared blankets and sat near the sea.

He never believed he could be loved , but you proved him wrong. That's why this day is so important to him.

He brought flowers ! A whole bouquet. He won't say it , but he used your money for it since he was out.

Anyways. He held you the entire time (when he wasn't asleep) , and you guys both had very heartfelt conversations.

You guys fell asleep together , counting the stars and talking about how each line of stars reminds you of something different.

Fire Emperor: Sabo

He had been planning what he'd do for a while too.

He pretended like he forgot. Once you "reminded" him , he acted surprised.

Eventually , he surprised you with a romantic date at an expensive fancy restaurant.

Dragon gave him the funds for it ! He encouraged you both and smiled as he walked out.

He even made a tray of your favorite sweets ! Even though he's not the best baker , he tried his best.

He tries to make you smile the ENTIRE time. He just loves how you look ! Rather you have an upward smile , an upside down smile , a chubby face with a smile , or a skinny face with a smile , he loves it all. He loves YOU.

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[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 3/10/23

prompt: rehab

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Steve walks toward his two o'clock appointment with a slightly curious expression on his face. It's a new patient, which already usually has him quite curious and slightly nervous, but this particular new patient is one who could afford to pay the clinic to keep the physical therapy room empty for his session.

And Steve had been required to sign an NDA before being allowed to pick up the patient. Which had honestly offended him. The NDA just went over not telling the press any details about his client, which, hello? HIPAA? But he's also confused about why his patient would need him to sign an NDA like this. The name Eddie Munson doesn't ring any bells for him.

So, yes. He's very curious.

Before opening the door, he puts the effort into making his expression friendlier and more open, and straightens his back before pushing the door open. There, sat on one of the cushioned benches, is a very attractive man. One that he still doesn't recognise? Even though he must be famous? Or something?

He's got long, wavy hair, with a fringe hanging down in his face a bit- just enough to slightly cover his grumpy eyes and add to his generally unhappy expression. The t-shirt he's wearing looks artfully ripped to reveal tattoos underneath across his ribcage and stomach, and it contrasts the grey sweatpants he's wearing. Steve remembers that a knee injury is why Eddie's here in the first place, and figures that's what's causing the slightly odd outfit. He spies a pair of crutches leaning against the bench Eddie's sat on, and then his eyes trail over a little further to see a woman stood beside them.

Her expression is a lot more serious than Eddie's, and she's wearing an outfit that can only be described as business casual. Her blonde hair is up in a perfect ponytail, and once Steve's closed the door behind him she gives him a pinched smile. When Steve expects Eddie to introduce himself, the woman speaks instead.

"Hi there, you must be Steve. I'm Chrissy, Eddie's manager. He did not want to come today, so I'm just here to make sure he's behaving."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her words, and her speech seems to finally prompt Eddie to stop glaring daggers into the floor and look up at his new physical therapist.

But when Eddie's eyes snap up to Steve's, the glare leaves them immediately as his eyes widen a little. Steve's very confused by that, even more so when the wide eyed look transforms into a pout.

"Hi Eddie, I'm Steve." He greets with a lopsided smile, hoping that would make Eddie drop whatever his face is doing right now. But instead Eddie literally lets out a huff and his pout intensifies.

"Dammit. Why do you have to be hot? Chrissy dragged me to this stupid rehab centre and I don't want to be here because I'm supposed to be on tour, so I was supposed to be broody and moody all session to defy Chris's demands. But here you are. Real prince charming with a nice smile and hot voice to match." Eddie complains, and Steve opens and closes his mouth a few times at that.

Eventually, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head, eyes slightly squinted.

"I'm.. Sorry? About that?" He tries, and Eddie laughs a little.

"Can I get a different therapist for this? Preferably an uglier one?" Eddie tries, and that actually shocks a laugh out of Steve as Chrissy (somewhat violently) shoves his shoulder and hisses out his name.

"Unfortunately you're stuck with me. And I can't date patients." Steve says bluntly, and Eddie's pout is back.

"But," He starts, and quirks a smile at how Eddie's back straightens at his words, "You're very pretty. So how about you actually try at what I have planned for you, and when you're done with the outpatient programme, I can take you out for dinner?"

Chrissy sighs next to Eddie at the words (looking quite done with the entire situation and the fact that she has to be there), but Eddie's eyes have glazed over into something determined, and he nods once.

"Eight weeks is a long time, but you're like Adonis level hot. That works for me. Show me what you got, Stevie."

Steve finds himself quite excited to find more out about Eddie. The next eight weeks will fly by, and hopefully after that... They can see how it goes.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

[pxssyboy]

Me and my girl best friend used to have sleepovers all the time before I transitioned. Then my parents wouldn't let us until now that she came out as lesbian. I'm so excited we can do this again so I arrive at her house super early. Her parents are out so it's no problem.

She puts some pop songs on and we start baking muffins. I feel a little silly about how girly the activity is, but it's a tradition so I don't complain. She has matching aprons for us with the words "besties forever" which I don't remember but she convinces me they're part of tradition.

Then it's time for "makeover" which I am really reluctant about. "Come on, boys wear makeup too, don't they?" she insists. So I let her and she makes me look really girly. Just looking in the mirror makes me pretty dysphoric but she just smiles and says I look pretty and should wear makeup more often.

I feel a little down so I decide to go take shower. But when I'm done I can't find my pjs in the bag I packed. I ask her about it and she offers to lend me some of hers. I agree since we're almost same height but what she then gives me makes me hesitate. It's silky pink top and panties. I tell her I refuse to wear so revealing clothes but she just laughs and calls me silly. It's not like she's never seen my body before, right? I want to disagree but my towel starts falling so I just resign and run tj the bathroom to change into her clothes.

When I look in mirror I can see my nipples through the fabric and my pubic hair around my pussy. Along with makeup I can't help but thinking I look like a girl.

As I emerge from bathroom my friend examines how I look and smiles. "You actually look cuter than I do in them. I think I'll give them to you"

I want to protest that I don't want these clothes but she's dragging me into her room and starting a pillow fight. That takes my mind off my dysphoria and I don't even mind how my tits bounce as I jump.

Then we cuddle on sofa to watch a movie. Few minutes in she puts her hand under my top and slowly traces her fingers upwards. I cough a bit to bring her attention to what she's doing but she just keeps on until she touches my nipples. I hiss at that and try pull away. She shushes me and keeps on circling my nipples.

"I thought you were a lesbian..." I say uncertainty. "Yeah I am" she says absently, still paying attention to the movie.

That calms me down a little. I tell myself that this is just us being comfortable, nothing sexual, so I let her grope my tits throughout the entire movie.

As the end credits roll she sighs happily and says "this is just like the old times". I agree and we hug, content that we can do this again. As we let go she looks down at my panties and makes a sour face. "Do you keep your pussy so hairy on purpose?" she asks disgusted.

I am taken aback but I manage to stutter out that it makes me feel more like a man. She says it's unhygienic though and looks really ugly. I'm sad to hear it so when she excitedly offers to help me shave I end up agreeing.

She drags me to bathroom and takes my panties off. I'm really shy to be naked but she pays it little attention and takes out her equipment and gets to work. I though she was just gonna trim my bush but when she's done my pussy is so smooth it could be girl's.

"Mhm so pretty" she says as she caresses it. At this point I just let it happen since she's so casual about it. Then she declares it's time to go to be but doesn't let me even put my panties back on.

I take it that we're going to sleep so I get in bed and cover myself with blanket. She laughs and follows me under it. I am confused why she didn't take her own when she starts to eat me out. I throw the blanket off and want to shout at her but instead I moan as she sucks on my clit.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask between moans.

She pulls her head up and looks me in my eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I've had crush on you for ages! It's about time I act on it, don't you think?" she says and then she kisses me. I can taste my pussy on her tongue as I let her explore my mouth. Her hands once again find themselves under my shirt but this time she takes it off.

"God you're such a beautiful girl. I wish I had your tits and curves" she exhales between kisses.

I wanna protest that I am a boy but she feels so good and honestly, I'm not even sure myself. After all her calling me a girl made me so wet, there's no way a real man would ever behave like this.

So I let her take me and as she's once again eating me out she stops and looks at me in all seriousness. "I need you to know that I'm a lesbian though. So I hope you don't still think you're a guy. I'd never have sex with a man."

With my head so hazy I just nod, but it's not enough. She wants me to say it. "I'm not a guy" I whisper.

"What are you then?"

"I'm a girl. Please don't stop I'm so close. I'll be your girlfriend, I'll never say I'm a boy again, please just continue!"

She seems to be satisfied with that as she finally gets back to her job and makes me orgasm for the first time in my life.

#forced detrans #detransition kink #ftm detrans kink #fakeboy #ftm dyke #forced feminized

[princesssmars]

ive stalled in my full fic so im thinking of possessive!victoria neuman... 18+

maybe you started out as her daughters nanny or teacher, or maybe she saw you one day walking by on the street as she was making an appearance for some political thing she cant really remember, all she knows is that as soon as she saw you she had to have you.

going the nanny route, she doesn't push you too much at first, not wanting to scare you away by seemin like the scary lustful employer trope. her flirting is subtle. the first few weeks. passing comments on if you changed your hairstyle, how she likes the scent of perfume you're wearing, noticing how you prettily you dress to take zoe out to hang out with her friends and how once you start to move in to work full time she can sometimes catch you in your pajamas.

(she swears she fell in love with you the time she caught you both in the kictehn eating ice cream at midnight, donned in your unseasonal christmas pants and college sweatshirt.)

once she starts to get the idea that you like her as well she enlists zoe for help, and its not hard since the girl adores you and is attached to your hip most of the time. you arent sure why she suddenly started asking you about your love life when she was practicing doing your nails one night, or how she absolutely begged you to visit her mom one weekend when she was called into the office.

you didnt really mind, though. when you were escorted into her office, ms.neuman smiling at and thanking you when you told her you brought her coffee and snack she loves to get from some place nearby.

you try to ignore the feeling of her fingers grazing yours as she takes the cup from your hand, and she tries to ignore the suspicious look her assistant is giving her.

but the two of you only grow closers, late nights spent drinking wine on her couch and when she 'casually' invites you out to a three-star michelin restaurant in manhattan as a thank you for all of your hard work. these little thank you's start to turn into little but increasingly expensive gifts. you didn't blink an eye when it was some cute coffee mug she said reminded her of you, but when she gently placed a gold chain on your neck one night after another wine-fuelled conversation, you were a little suspicious.

but blame it on the wine, or the ever-building heat inside your stomach and chest, but the fine line between employer and friend started to blur and the feeling of her hands pushing away your hair to put the necklace on broader display gives you that final push to grab her face and push her lips to yours.

at first she's stark still, and you fear that you've just ruined everything because you were tipsy on some stupidly expensive merlot until her hands are on your hips and she's dragging you to her soft cream couch.

when you wake up undressed and in her bed in the morning you're close to slapping your head in disappointment in yourself, wondering how you could jeopardize a well paying job that you actually enjoyed just for a few rounds of admittedly great sex. you dont get the chance to dwell in your shame any longer before victoria is coming inside, smiling and with a breakfast in bed palate in her hands, filled with delicious looking foods.

after that is when the light possessiveness starts. she loves the fact that you've moved in and majes sure anything you want or desire is readily available. if you ever realize that its been a while since you've even went grocery shopping alone, she tells you its just because she doesnt want you to have to worry about any of the little things since you already do so much for them.

that gold chain was just the start of her buying clothing and jewelry for you. her favorite is the three set of matching pendants she got for the both of you and zoe, hers filled with pictures of the both of you.

i imagine that she isnt too flashy with her wealth but does enjoy spoiling you. the most extravagant thing being how she offers to buy you an entirely new car once yours kicks the bucket. it takes a while for her to convince you to take it, and she definitely brushes off when you question her why its so high tech, deciding not to mention how there's an extensive tracking system inside it. and on your new phone.

but she always manages to dissuade any of your concerns you have for how attached and watchful she is over you. the world is so dangerous these days, and she fears that you'll become a target for being with such a controversial person on government. she also has a deep fear in her stomach about someone finding out that she's not exactly your avergae person, and the last thing she wants is for them to target you or zoe yo try to manipulate her.

and when she tells you the boiled down point of her view you can understand, not wanting to put any pressure on her when she has more than enough. so you start to settle, getting used to your new personal bodyguard or slightly advanced home security. zoe seems to enjoy her new private school, and you had to laugh off when victoria recommended homeschooling her.

but youve found a new family, new wealth and stability, and a new life that you fit so safely into. life is perfect. completely perfect.

guys i suck at this writing thing please make fics for her PLEASE

#gen v #the boys #gen v x reader #the boys x reader #victoria #victoria neuman #victoria neuman x reader #victoria x reader

[cowgirlcherrie]

hiii :) i was wondering if you could do headcanons of modern! ellie

Hiii lovie of course!!!! ♡♡

a/n: this is kinda drabble-ish but would love to do more of these, so keep requesting them LOL! This is a little sporadic but I love it, so I hope you enjoy <3

warnings(?): not really much mostly fluff sfw, with slight suggestive undertones but really if you squiiint

modern! Ellie headcanons

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♡ Ellie would definitely be in college, part of her doesn't know fully why she applied but she was giving it a shot

♡ totally an undecided major, science? teaching? psychology? She really doesn't know at first but settled on psychology so she could get her degree

♡ makes you wear a necklace with her initial on it (totally possessive)

♡ magically always had weed, which was also confusing at first but she just had that good of connections around town with local plugs and dispensaries.

♡ always has a blunt tucked behind one ear

♡ makes you trim her hair because she doesn’t trust anyone else touching anything on her body.

♡ always loosing her lighter so you bedazzled it and she literally never lost it after that, she would rather die before losing that lighter now

♡ if you have stuffed animals, she tries to remember their names but gets them wrong every time

♡ A few months into dating when labels were now on the relationship, would gift you little things and act like it wasn't her.

♡ once gifted you pre-rolled blunts and you were definitely confused but before you could give them back would kiss your cheeks before saying "No take backs"

♡ keys jingle when she walks, and it's loud asf too!!

♡ whenever you can't find her she's definitely in the gym

♡ low-key would get addicted to going in her free-time ( gym rat ellie ?????)

♡ definitely rubs your back while you are studying or working from home, keeps one arm rubbing circles in your lower back and another on her phone, she enjoyed the comfort of being close even though you kept shushing her. (she’s definitely playing subway surfers or scrolling on tiktok)

strong believer that she would accidentally get tiktok famous, but everything she would post after that one thirst trap would be just videos of you

♡ loves dressing you up, quite literally sits at the edge of the bed while you try on different clothes leaning back as you come out of the bathroom,

"Twirl for me doll,"

" I love that color, you should wear that more often"

♡ one day when you see her playing guitar and beg on her lap that you want to learn, Ellie will literally take you to the guitar center the next day to get you your very own

♡ spoils the crap out of you!!!!!

♡ lovesss teasing you and resting her hands on your upper thigh especially when you wear something revealing like skirts or shorts, she tucks her hand way too close up.

♡ touchy touchy touchy! always has to be touching you somehow

♡ leaving kisses on your neck 24/7 because of the way you jump when her lips touch your skin

♡ skincare nights go so crazy, took a lot of convincing, but will be right next to you with a facemask on while you watch a good show

♡ definitely dominant 80% of the time

♡ pet name Warriorrrr ( baby this...doll that) she literally doesn't stop

♡ if you ever go to a party together definitely shares alcohol with you so you don't drink too much

♡ if you are drunk after will take your make-up off and do your night time routine for you

♡ wakes up late as fuck!!! totally wakes up at 2pm like its nothing

♡ definitely mean to everyone else but you.

I'm talking about glaring at people 24/7, crazy attitudes, and people basically asking for permission before they speak.

♡ whenever she catches you doing your natural hair, begs to help which results in her wanting to do it every washday

♡ at first, Ellie didn't understand the hype behind matching fits but does it just for you

♡ overall Ellie is just a simp for you like literally only cares about you, weed, and getting money

#the last of us #tlou x reader #tlou part 2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #modern! ellie #modern au #ellie au #ellie x black!reader #ellie x you #ellie headcanons #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #sapphic #headcanon #cherry writes 🤍 #ellie fluff #fluff #sfw

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #thanks for the ask!

[billlydear]

Billy and his rings 🫠 anything you want to say is amazing

HC - BILLY HARGROVE AND HIS RINGS (BILLY HARGROVE X READER)

W.C 1438 - INBOX (please request !) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

okay, so if my memory serves me he only wears the one consistently, but he's got others on his dresser, right? i'm thinking that maybe they're all special to him, that's why he has them, but the one that he wears every day is the most special.

not to make things terribly sad, but i think his mom probably gave it to him, maybe even the night before she left. she came into his room, shook him awake, slipped it around his neck on a chain, kissed his forehead, told him to keep it safe, and that she loved him a lot. he just smiled all sleepily and promised he'd keep it safe for her, he didn't know why she was taking so long to look at him and smile at him with tears in her eyes. then the next morning he woke up to neil shouting, and she was gone.

when you start dating, he probably thinks about giving you one off of his dresser, but he doesn't for a while. he's still too scared to commit, sure he's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend but one day you could just up and leave like his mom did, and he doesn't want you taking that much of him with you, if he can help it. but then, the first time you ever come over, definitely when neil is gone, you're poking around his room, snooping in his stuff, and he's sitting back on his bed watching you amusedly. you come across his dish of rings and poke around in there, examining the bands and their patterns.

'pretty,' you murmur, brushing your finger over a silver one that's got a design stamped into it. he knows which one you're holding, and he's still somewhat cautious about you leaving, even if you've told him a thousand times you won't, but it's not the one around his neck, so he decides he'll trust you that much.

'keep it', he grunts, looking down at the one on his middle finger to avoid the eye contact he knows you're trying to make with him, "It can be, like, a couple-y thing. Just- uh.. keep it safe."

he's looking down at his hands in his lap so the only way he knows you're on the bed is when it dips, and you crawl on all-fours to pop your face below his own, peering up at him with a cheesy grin

'you sap,' you giggle, and even though he wants to retreat back into his shell at the teasing, even though he wants to be mean and brush it off, he doesn't, because you lean up to kiss him, and he doesn't have time to think before you're breaking away and turning to sit against his chest.

you maneuver between his legs, slumped down so that your head lays on his chest, and you reach for his hand, the one with the ring. yours is on your middle finger too, so when you lace your hands together, they clink against each other, slotting into place.

"There," You tip your head back so that his chin is snug against your crown, "They match now. We match now."

God, he's so glad that you're sitting with your back to him, because he bites back the biggest, sappiest, most puppy-like smile in the world.

and what's even better, you don't take yours off. He assumes you'll swap it out depending on outfits, moods, days, etc, but you don't. it's part of you now, just like his mom's ring is part of him, and he doesn't miss what that says about the way you feel about him.

he secretly adores the way your cheek is stamped with the mark of his mom’s band when you fall asleep with your face on his hand 🥹 if he notices it before you’re awake he’ll kiss the mark all soft and sweet

sometimes, he has to take his mom's ring off. during the shower it gets caught in his hair and pulls, hard, so whenever he's showering while you're around, he hands it to you instead of setting it on the counter. or when he's doing the dishes, he doesn't want it to get old food on it, so he places it in your palm, tells you to take it for a little while, and tries not to smile at the sight of it around your finger.

you always always always remember to give it back to him, though, because you know how much it means to him. except.. one night. he'd been washing your dinner plates, and he'd handed it off to you distractedly. He watched you put it on just to be sure, but then you'd had to rush home because of the time, and he didn't remember to grab it back from you, nor did you remember to take it off and slip it back to him.

it means that exactly seven minutes and twenty-three seconds after getting into bed that night, he starts getting drowsy and tucks his hand under his pillow, and in doing so, sees that it's... bare. he's instantly in a panic, stomach dropping and eyes widening. he is not sleepy anymore, he's shooting out of bed and grabbing the phone like it owes him money

he knows you have it, he's trying to tell himself that it's okay, but neil has always called him.. not so nice things.. for wearing a ring, a ladies' ring, and he can't shake the idea that maybe he'd gotten his hands on it somehow. his fingers are shaking, almost too much to dial your number. but he gets it eventually, and he hopes he’s not breathing too shakily against the receiver.

you barely get a, ‘hello?’ out before he blurts, “Y/N, you have my ring, right?”

“Oh, Billy,” you glance down at your hand, and, sure enough, it’s there, “I’m sorry! I just forgot, I-”

“It’s fine,” he audibly sighs, trying to calm his pounding heart, “It’s fine. Just- keep it safe, okay? Can I get it from you tomorrow?”

“of course,” you promise, and even though he’s anxious about not having it on his hand, he knows he can trust you with it, “See you tomorrow, Billy.”

he asks you for it first thing, he barely even hugs you before he’s staring at your hand, his ring definitely not on it, “Uh, babe, you got my ring?”

“Here,” You reach into the neckline of your shirt, pulling out a chain that his mom’s ring is strung on, “I just gotta-”

while you unclasp it, Billy watches with a funny feeling in his heart. it’s a scene from his memory, a sweet creature with his mama’s ring around their neck. All at once his mom’s words hit him, and he realizes it’s never been safer. It’s important to him, and so are you. You’re his safe place, and his mom would have loved you, he knows that. For the first time he’s sure you won’t leave, he knows you won’t.

he also thinks that maybe she was never talking about the ring in the first place. Maybe she was talking to the ring, taking a symbol of her love and asking it to keep her baby safe. And it feels right to pass it on, to make sure his mama keeps you safe too. So he reaches back to where you’re fumbling with the clasp, pulling your hands away from it.

“You can keep it.” He decides, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “Just.. keep it safe, okay?” And maybe he doesn’t know who he’s talking to either. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s the ring, but either way, he wants it around your neck.

you’re stunned, for more reasons than one. First, of course, it’s his mom’s. He’s told you about it before, that’s why you’re always so diligent about getting it back to him safe. And second, he’s never done that to you before. Sure, he kisses your face when you’re about to sleep, maybe his lips against your cheek or your nose, but he doesn’t usually let himself get sappy enough to grab your face and kiss your forehead. You want to push back, to insist that he keeps his special ring, but this obviously means a lot to him, more than you’ll ever understand.

so you keep it, and now you have two of his rings on you at all times. He touches them a lot, he’ll fiddle with your necklace or spin the one around your finger, but he never takes them back, and that’s how you know he loves you

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove hcs #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic

[chasedbyatlantic]

from the dining table, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — ellie brings dina home to you and joel for the first time. joel thinks it's too soon and tries his best to protect her, but it doesn't go as planned.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, gender neutral!reader, implied relationship, dom!joel, joel protecting reader and ellie :sob:, husband/wife bickering from reader and joel, dina hate (unfortunately), handsy joel, fluff/angst, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: u guys, 100 notes on my first two fics?!?! i am literally sobbing thank u sm it means sm to me ily mwah mwah. i sincerely hope u enjoy this one because it was SO much fun to write. i'll upload a couple times throughout the week so stay tuned (follow to make sure u catch the uploads ;)). please like, comment, and reblog! xoxo

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"Hurry up and wipe the dust off of it, they'll be over in five minutes!" You couldn't remember when you had a guest over last, a real guest. Well- sort of real, it was Ellie's new girlfriend visiting for the first time. Besides, you had never spoken to the girl face to face, only seen her in town or heard about her through stories from Ellie, so a guest it is.

Joel let out a small groan as he almost threw the fork out of his calloused hands. "For fuck sakes, darlin'. If I didn't love ya' so much I'd fuckin' punt this thing over fence." He sort of- dropped the fork on the table, not bothering to place it identically to the others.

You couldn't help but let a chuckle escape your lips. Before you said anything, you gave him a peck on the lips, "You know I appreciate your help. It's just- they have to be around an inch apa-" Before you could even finish your sentence, you were interrupted. "I'm going inside."

From the angered tones used toward you, you could tell Joel was pushed off the edge from this comment you had made. Not to worry though, he never stayed mad with you for longer than about thirty seconds, and he took the pieces of uncooked meat with him which was a total plus. Unfortunately, you weren't blessed with the cooking gene (despite your parents owning and operating their own restaurant before the world ended). If Joel wasn't around, you would've starved to death.

Pushing past the silly argument the two of you just had, you fixed up the dining table with the correct cutlery in the correct places, the nice middle piece you had traded for in the town's trade centre now sitting on the table, and some fancy napkins tucked under the cutlery, ones that had beautiful flowers decorating the edges.

It definitely took Ellie and Dina longer than five minutes to show up. You had time to (quickly) get changed into a nice shirt and your favourite pair of jeans. You also had a spare second to brush through your hair and fix it the way you like. Once you heard the door unlock from up in your room, you scurried to get up and run down. You had two different shirts in your hands, picking one for Joel to wear. You had ended up laying out a nice maroon one over your shared bed before booking it to the staircase.

"Hey- hi!" You came to a halting stop, sounding out of breath (you were, to be completely honest) in front of the two girls. "You must be Dina, it's so nice to meet you. Ellie has told me so much about you." You didn't really think about what you were saying, you were too caught up in the moment, and on making a good impression, that it slipped your mind.

You immediately pulled the girl in for a hug, not giving her anytime to reply. She didn't pull back, in fact, she wrapped her arms back around you. "I am, yeah- your house is gorgeous. Thank you for the invite for dinner." You let go as Dina said this, and you matched her smile. Ellie had her hands pocketed, a small smile threatening to peak through her neutral expression.

Soon after, you could hear the familiar voice call from the kitchen. "Food's ready, darlin'!" Joel definitely didn't know the two girls were over, because if he knew, he wouldn't use any of his nick names for you in front of them. The two girls looked at each other, breaking out into quiet laughter. You couldn't help but grin to yourself, watching the two girls. You couldn't remember when Ellie was this happy.

"Alright, show her to the backyard, Ellie. Everything's already set up'n everythin'." Ellie placed her hand on the small of Dina's back as she guided her out to the patio, through the living room (avoiding the kitchen, where Joel was). You made your way to the kitchen, looking at Joel with his absolute ridiculous apron on. Everytime Joel cooked, you forced him to wear this (ignoring the fact he despised it).

"My handsome man," you greeted him, moving over to hug him from behind. "I met Dina, she seems sweet." He only hummed in response, as if he couldn't care any less. Deep down inside, Joel was upset. Upset that his little girl, the little girl he protected for years, was growing up. He would never let these feelings unravel though, despite it being obvious to you.

"You'll approve, I just know it." You mutter, barely loud enough for him to year. With a small sigh, he nods. "I know I will, just don't want some corrupt girl messin' with Ellie's all." You tap Joel's stomach, giving a bit of a don't worry, it won't reassurance. "Alright," you let go from him, standing up, "I lay a shirt out for you, go up and change."

He turns around, a slight glance down as he was taller than you were. "After you do what the thing says, sure." The thing Joel was referring to was the apron, and it said "Kiss The Cook" in bold. You completely take this opportunity and smash your hungry lips into Joel's. You couldn't help it, he was so hot when he was like this. Your hands managed to sneak down the apron, making your way down south. Joel had to pull back from the kiss before things got too heated.

Your cheeks were bright red, which spoke for itself. You left the kitchen with no further words to Joel, as he already knew what you were thinking. You hoped and prayed Dina and Ellie hadn't seen this encounter through the windows into the kitchen, because it would not have made a good first impression from the both of you.

As you sat outside with the two girls, you were the one keeping conversation going. Ellie was the only one engaged in it, Dina was definitely more reserved and you didn't want to push anything- but you couldn't help it.

"I'm seriously telling you guys! We would line up for hours and hours to be able to get against the barrier at these concerts. I remember doing it with my friends for Destiny's Ch-" You were abruptly cut off by Ellie, when she took notice of Joel coming through the patio doors. "Jesus Christ, finally! I'm starving, old man." If Dina wasn't visiting, you would scold Ellie like she was a little girl for interrupting you so rudely, but you didn't want to embarrass her in front of her girl.

Joel had placed the food down in the middle of the table, and finally took the seat next to you. He was in fact not wearing the maroon shirt you laid out for him, but instead one of his more casual and less dressy shirts. You tsked silently to yourself, he would definitely hear about this from you later.

"Wow, Mr. Miller- the food looks delicious, thank you so much!" Dina beamed. All three of you (you, Joel, and Ellie) stared at Dina. She looked around after realizing this, looking absolutely mortified. "Mr. Miller?" was echoed between the four of you, Joel and Ellie in sync expressing this. You let out a small and quick laugh, as Dina flushes bright red.

"Joel'll do, Dina." He said, sounding completely unphased. Dina had made small eye contact with Ellie as she was just laughing her ass off, it looked as if tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. "Holy fucking shit! Mr. Miller- Joel I'm crying." It was true, you could hear it in Ellie's voice.

"Alright now, stop embarrassing her Ellie." You shoot her a 'shut the fuck up' look, as if she suddenly became oblivious to her girlfriend. "Sorry 'bout this, Dina. You're going to have to get used to this." You shoot the girl a smile, and she breaks her sad look with a small smile reflecting yours.

After the absolute ridiculous laughing fit from Ellie, the table grew somewhat silent as everyone had fixed themselves portions for their dinner. The food was absolutely amazing, as per usual - thanks to Joel's cooking. There was a side of roasted potatoes and a nicely tossed salad. Usually the two of you never ate like this, it was always some sort of canned food from twenty years ago- but who were you to complain about this amazing meal you man had prepared?

"You know," Ellie began, stuffing her face with potatoes as if she hadn't eaten for weeks, "I think comfortable silence is so overrated." Dina shot her a look, almost complaining on why she had broken the comfortable silence by that comment. "I agree." Joel stated, as he leaned back in the patio seat. He laid one of his hands to rest on your thigh (under the table, in secret) and the other by his side. "What are your, how do I say this, intentions- with her?" Joel eyed Dina.

Jesus Christ, if this couldn't have gone more in the shit heap. You swatted the man beside you in the side, basically asking him what the fuck that was for. He ignored you, and kept his eyes trained on Dina. "Jesus fuck Joel!" Ellie raises her voice at him, he furrowed his eyebrows. Poor Dina looked like she was going to cry. You didn't blame her, if a man like Joel had asked you what your intentions were with someone, you would already be in tears.

Dina's plate was almost empty, so you used this to your advantage. "Dina, honey, mind helping me with something in the kitchen?" Without her giving you a response, you stand up (Joel's hand visibly falling off of your thigh) and grab Dina's hand, bringing her with you inside.

Once the door was completely shut, and the bickering between your man and your child grew louder, you sighed. "I am so, so sorry. He's just- Joel's just Joel." You had let go of Dina's hand, leaning against the kitchen island as she stood in front of you.

"It's no worries- I swear. My sister would be just like him too. Well, she was when she met Ellie." Dina hadn't sounded as horrified anymore, maybe because Joel wasn't in the room. "He's just looking out for her." The girl stated, and you nodded. You were in total agreement with Dina, Joel didn't want anyone hurting Ellie so he was extra cautious.

"He'll warm up to you, don't worry. Next time he'll welcome ya' with open arms, I promise." You reached out and patted her shoulder. "You know what, I think you should come over again next week. I found this cool vintage make-your-own-pizza thing that we could all do as- what, family bonding? Whatever they call it, you know what I mean." Dina laughed at this, she absolutely loved the idea.

As peace and a better relationship was being obtained inside of the house, Joel and Ellie were arguing outside, for the entire fucking neighbourhood to hear. It had just been so back and forth, until Joel put his foot down.

"Fuckin' enough!" He boomed at her, and she actually shut up for once in her life. "All I do is fuckin' care for ya'. I don't want ya' hurt, alright? Is it so hard for ya' t'understand?" Joel's voice was breaking, and Ellie heard it.

"Okay- fuck, fine. I know you are Joel, I just hate being wrong." Ellie tried to joke around with him, but he was not having any of it. "Sorry." She muttered, after taking note of this.

Now, Joel had felt bad for snapping at her - for snapping at Dina. The girl didn't do anything wrong, he was just having a rough day seeing his girl all grown up. With a long sigh, Joel spoke up. "Don't apologize kid, I should be the one apologizin'."

He was doing everything to avoid eye contact with Ellie. He had muttered something under his breath that Ellie didn't catch. "I didn't hear you, say it again." Joel finally met her eyes, inhaling. "I said, don't go around doin' anythin' I would do. Be careful with this girlfriend've yours." This immediately sent a smile shooting through Ellie's face. "Oh Joel, you big fucking softie."

"And," He became serious for a second, "Don't do anything- bad with her under this roof. I'on wanna hear any of it while I'm try'n sleep." Joel fell silent, and Ellie's mouth fell agap.

"You know, you are one to talk. I can hear when you and-" There was a cutoff in Ellie's sentence from both you and Dina remerging from the kitchen. You two were laughing quietly to each other, "Anything we miss?"

Dina had just left, and Ellie went with her to walk her home. You were proud of Ellie, for finding someone to love and being such a kind person to her. You were proud of Joel, for allowing Ellie to live her own life, as much as he wanted to always protect her.

"She's a nice girl." You stated, as you and Joel were sitting on your sofa together. Your head was rested on his chest, and you were playing with the ends of his flannel. Joel only hummed in response. You gently pulled on the fabric, "She is, Joel."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He managed to let escape his lips, trying his hardest not to sound mad at you. He wasn't mad at you, or Ellie, or Dina, he was mad at the fact that growing up was happening so quickly.

"Anyway," You began, "You're going to have to love her as your own. I've invited her for dinner next week again, and I'll probably invite her over again for the week after next." You can only smile to yourself, as Joel rubs his index finger up and down over the exposed skin on your waist.

"If Ellie wants me to love her, if you want me to love her, I will. It'll take time, but it'll happen." You feel the weight of Joel's head now balanced on top of yours. He would do anything in the entire world and more to make the two most important people in his life happy; Even if that meant letting someone else into his small circle of people he trusted.

"Joel." You hum, but there is no response. This doesn't stop you, "She'll always be your girl, Ellie. She'll always need you- and I will to. We're more appreciative of you then you think." After a minute of silence after you had said this to the man right next to you, you had deemed Joel had drifted off to sleep. Good, you thought to yourself, he didn't need to hear you being vulnerable for the millionth time again.

But, what you said was true. Joel opened up to Dina with the weeks to come - he trusted her, he loved her like she was his own. Not only did this make Ellie fucking ecstatic, but it made you over the moon. Joel would do anything for the people he loved, even if that meant opening himself up to strangers.

—

from the dining table, harry styles

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[noaltbruh]

So tumblr just decided it wasn't going to let me write it, let me retry.

Bucci gang with a hijabi reader! 🧕

Giorno 🐞

I think Giorno, being an extremely curious person, would take a lot of interest in your culture and traditions.

Wearing a hijabi doesn't change anything in your relationship, he's extremely open minded and would never judge you for it.

He thinks it highlights your facial features, which makes you look even prettier.

Definetely loves to stare into your eyes.

He'd probably ask you if he can decorate it with small flowers, but he understands if you'd rather not!

He does not tolerate people judging you from it, and is not above making a bunch of fee chase them down to make them go away.

Bruno 🤐

He doesn't know much about your culture, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn about it 😊

He's a very religious person and as such he highly respects your own beliefs.

Always compliments you and loves the way you match your outfits with your hijabi.

I could see him giving you a hand made hijabi on one of your anniversaries.

Nobody dares to give you bad looks and talk behind your back for it. Everyone respects Bruno and they don't want to end up on their black list.

Mista 🔫

Okay, I know he may seem like a womanizer and someone who enjoys... Sexual attraction a little too much.

But he knows that wearing it is important for you and your religion. He's goofy, not a asshole.

Homestly, he thinks you're beautiful no matter what you may wear, and he makes sure to always remind you.

He thinks you're both actually kinda matching, since he always wears that damn ass hat that covers his hair.

If you wear long clothes too, the pistols love to hide in your pockets.

And break the kneecaps of anyone giving you unwanted attention.

Narancia 🍊

Lowkey thought it was just a fashiob choice at first and didn't understand that it was connected to your religion.

Once you specified it to him though, he didn't question it and just accepts it as part of you.

He thinks the hijabi makes you look cute and he loves to show off how pretty you are with his friends all the time.

Loves to be close to you because you're so warm even though he's already a living sun.

Once asked you if he could put his headband on top of your hijab to see how it'd look.

He's this close to shooting away anyone who dares judge you for it again.

Fugo 🍓

Okay I believe that Fugo grew up in a strictly catholic household. While he's smart, he doesn't know pretty much anything about other religions, sorry :,)

He's very keen on understanding it more though! Especially since it's weird to him to not feel intelligent for once-

Asks you oddly specific questions about the way you dress or your traditions in general and probably writes it down. He doesn't mean it in a judgy way, he just really wants to make sute he gets it.

Thinks you actually look super pretty with it but he's bad at showing it, please be patient.

Actual footage of him correcting anyone who says something wrong about your customs:

Abbacchio ◀️

Knows what it is and why it matters, doesn't question it further.

Like, ok you wear that, what difference should it make to him? Dude's probably an atheist too so he just goes along with it because it's important to you.

He was so chill about it you once asked him if he was silently judging you for it. He absolutely wasn't, he's just quiet.

Remember when he beat up that dude with Narancia and Mista? Yeah, he'll do the same to anyone who bothers you.

Very protective, he wants you to feel safe with him.

Trish 🎤

Yaaaaas Queen slaaaay 😍

Although you pretty much look like opposites, Trish thinks you're beautiful no matter what and always fills you with compliments to make sure you never forgets.

Takes you shopping because, of course, you deserve outfits that match your hijabi, duh? 🙄

Doesn't know much about your religion, reads about it in her spare time just to surprise you and show that she appreciates you.

Tries to match with you by wearing long dresses.

She will call out anyone who criticises you, and suddendly everyone in town hates them 'cause she's a popstar and her influence spreads faster than a cold.

#jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #jjba golden wind #jjba x reader #jojo vento aureo #jojo x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #bruno x reader #bruno x you #bruno bucciarati x reader #bucciarati x reader #guido mista x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader #trish x reader #trish una x reader #bucci gang x reader

[pinkynana]

though you were in a no dating basis, you did think about the kind of person you'd date and jeno was exactly it. he was such a gentleman to you, it didn't feel real. so you send him a little something to make him break his gentleman character. 

warnings : dry humping in public, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, face slapping, slut shaming, reader still being an ass to her friends

taglist : @matchahyuck @jaemjunie @babyjenono @woniebuns @jenoleeaesthetic @jaeymark @ishireads @thegracerammy @jyowui @jiminsfiilter

truth or dare with your roommate is torture. scratch that. any games with a good girl like your roommate are torture. the dare would be something you'd do on a daily basis and the truth would be some middle school question like who's your crush. 

you picked truth anyway. 

"what's your ideal type?" she asked. you rolled your eyes. "i dunno. a nice guy with a nice face?" 

"isn't that everyone's ideal type?" you wanted to choke her at that point. why can't she look through you? you don't want to play this game with her. but the elevators broke down and there's no way you're using the stairs to get out of the building when you live on the 16th floor. 

" i like sharp noses, i guess. someone who looks good even with glasses on? and i like muscles." you hope your answer would satisfy her this time. but she went quiet and made her thinking face. "what?" you asked. 

"sounds like jeno." 

"who's jeno?" is he one of her nerd friends? 

"i have fencing club with him. he's this muscular guy, arms really big. his glasses aren't prescribed though. he only wears them because he said he looks good with them. he's a really nice guy. but of course he has that typical boy things like games and stuff." sounds like someone you'd try to flirt with. why have you never heard of this jeno? 

"take me to your fencing club next time." 

and she actually did. 

you finally got to see this jeno that your roommate was talking about. you still haven't seen his face as he was already practicing when you got there. but his body already made you interested. 

you watched him practice with some irrelevant dude you didn't care about. you never really took any interest in this sport but seeing how amazing jeno was at fencing you mentally cursed your roommate for not introducing him to you sooner. 

his match ended so he took off the fencing mask, shook his head a little to get some sweat out of his hair. maybe fencing is your new favorite sport. 

he walked over to you (your roommate, actually. he doesn't know you.) and smiled. "hey, minjoo. doing great?" he took a bottle of water and sat down next to your roommate. did he not see you? why isn't he asking about you? 

minjoo nodded at his question. "this is my roommate, ___, by the way. she wanted to see us practice today." she touched your shoulder as she introduced you. 

"anyway, you guys be friends. my session is starting. i'll be right back." she put on her mask and left you two so you scooted closer to him. 

"hi." you said. "hi, ___. i sometimes see you around." he replied without looking at you. his hand was busy grabbing his bag as he took out a pair of glasses. finally then, he looked at you. 

"i'm jeno." 

"i know." 

"oh, did minjoo talk about me?" 

"yeah." enough about minjoo. you wanted to make sure that he would talk to you and talk about you only. 

"good things, i hope. don't wanna appear silly to a pretty girl like you." 

pretty. you're pretty. to jeno, you're pretty. it's not the first time you heard this compliment and it's not even the best compliment, so why were you excited to hear that from him? 

"jeno, can i.." you played with the ribbon in your hair a little, licked your lips and shifted your butt on the bench. "can i call you? sometimes?" 

he made eye contact with you through his glasses. "that would be an honor." he fetched out his phone and passed it to you. you don't remember the last time you typed in your number in someone's phone as all people should in today's technology. you've always at least wrote it in a piece of paper and given it a little lipstick print. or straight out write it on the man's arm like you did with donghyuck. 

"call yourself so you have my number." he told you so you did and immediately his number appeared on your screen. "got it." 

the two of you were mostly silent, waiting for minjoo to get done with her session. and even when she did, she also didn't say anything until she looked at her phone, then to you. 

"hey, i forgot i had a book club meeting after practice. you're gonna have to go home on your own." she told you with guilt written all over her face. 

"i'll leave now then. enjoy your meeting." you didn't believe that book clubs still existed. but then again, it's minjoo. your boring roommate. the meeting probably consists of people as boring as her or more boring than her. 

"i can send you home. my session's done for the day." jeno stood up just when you were about to. minjoo did an excited "wingman" face behind his back to you. 

"that's so sweet of you." 

when he offered that, you thought he meant you'd be his passenger princess but really he meant standing on the bus together and walking you to your apartment. you wanted to complain in your head but the way he pinned you on the bus when it was full, made your head empty. 

his body wasn't even touching yours. he made sure nothing was. while everyone else around him bumped into his body here and there. he made sure you were safe in that little space he created just for you. 

you never knew that the bus stop was right literally in front of your apartment, having never taking the bus. is this the route that minjoo always takes? interesting. 

"text me when you get in. i'll stay here until you do." you blinked at him, thinking if that was necessary. most guys just drop you here, say goodbye and leave. some even ask to get in with you but so far, you've never brought a man home since you didn't want minjoo to know how much of a whore you are.

so, texting a man to tell him you've entered your home was odd to you. "is that really necessary?" you let the question in your head out. 

"isn't that the bare minimum? i want you to be safe." his question made you wonder if you've always been fooling around with jerks. 

-

after you texted him when you got home, he left you on read. three days ago. you huffed in frustration, looking at your phone with no notifications from that certain someone who's a nice guy with a nice face. 

should you text him first? would that be out of character? you wanted him to want you. not the other way around. 

fuck it, just text the guy. 

oh, hey. i was thinking about you. 

he replied after you sent a simple hi. you whispered a silent "yes!" in victory. 

really? what thoughts? 

if you'd like it if i invite you to see my fencing match next week

okay, that's boring as hell. you thought he'd read it in a naughty way not in a let me take you out on a date way. so you decide to make it naughty on your own. 

do you wanna know what i'm doing? 

sure, tell me

you took off your hoodie, leaving you in your see through bralette that wasn't really covering up anything. you took a quick picture without your face in it, zoomed in on your breast and sent it to jeno. 

i was thinking about you too. 

you texted. you see the three dots on your screen a little longer than the other time he gave you a response. 

that's nice of you. 

what the fuck. you threw your phone beside you on your bed. 

-

"you fucked with jaemin?!" minjoo stormed into your shared flat where you were just sitting in front of your laptop, completing an assignment. the door hit the wall behind it as she slammed it open. 

you rolled your eyes, annoyed by the fact that she ruined the wall and not because of her obvious question. you set your laptop aside and turned to her. 

"why?" you didn't answer her. 

"why?!" she huffed. you thought that she was being dramatic. just like any other girl who had the same reaction to this particular topic. 

"are you crazy? do you hate chaeryeong? she's been nothing but nice to you!" she came closer to you just to push your shoulder that didn't even move you much. you frowned at her, still not understanding why everyone is making you the villain for flirting with your friend's ex. and what does it have to do with the fact that your friend has always been nice to you? 

"you're a bad friend, ____. i can't believe i used to defend you." 

"defend me from what?" the fact that she defended you without you asking to made you feel offended for some reason.

"you think i don't know? just because you don't bring boys here doesn't mean i wouldn't know that you've fucked around with every boy that interacts with you. i'm not that innocent." 

you were speechless. you always thought not talking much with minjoo would mean that she wouldn't know a thing about you. perhaps facts can still go around, it just didn't come out of your own mouth. but you definitely weren't thankful that minjoo defended you.

"and i know you're trying to get into jeno's pants now. i'll tell him everything and warn him to stay away from you." 

 "wait, no-" you were shocked yourself with how fast you grabbed her hand. she scoffed. 

"no. don't tell him, please. please don't. i'm begging." you held her hand with both of yours, looking up at her who was standing. 

"what has gotten into you? all this for some guy you think is your ideal type?" she looked at you with disgust. 

-

you thought you wouldn't care about whatever happened between minjoo and you the other day but you couldn't help being bothered. the whole school was talking about how much of a cheap whore you are. 

sitting at the quiet zone of the library, you thought you wouldn't see anyone you knew. you've never fucked a nerd.

so you wondered if jeno was a nerd because you see him right there. well, he does look like a hot nerd with those glasses on. he stopped his motion once he saw you seeing him. he then approached you with a warm smile. 

the smile faded when you didn't smile at him too.

"hey, are you okay?" jeno looked at you in your eyes, taking the seat next to you which made your shoulders touch. you can almost feel all of his warmth just from that touch. he then brushed away strands of your hair to see your face better. 

"talk to me, please?" his gentle voice made you calm down a little. 

"please?" he repeated. but you were still quiet. your eyes wandered down to his lips, wondering if he'd kiss you if you asked. or if he'd kiss you back if you kissed him first. 

when he moved away from your face, you realized you already were trying to kiss him. and he avoided it. 

a man just avoided your kiss. 

something inside you just clicked once you processed the whole situation. it made you gasp with your eyes big and round. 

you ran away. 

-

crying is pathetic. so you don't do it. but crying felt like the only thing you could do right now. 

but still, it's pathetic. you won't do it. 

you want to though. 

should you? 

someone snapped their fingers in front of you, waking you up to your senses. you looked up at the person, seeing the red head who said she didn't want to be your friend anymore.

"i didn't do it." chaeryeong said. 

"do what?" 

"spread the rumor. or told your roommate about you fucking my ex." you rolled your eyes and huffed, your shoulders dropping with you. "i don't care, chaeryeong. it's not a rumor." 

you didn't invite her to lie down next to you at that.. park? in front of your faculty. but she took her own spot next to you anyway. 

"it's a bitchy move to fuck with my ex." 

this again? 

"but i still don't like to hear people slut shame my friend." 

"but i am a slut though." 

"yeah, but it sucks to hear other people say that instead of yourself." you sat up from your position. you didn't understand what was her motive for saying all this to you. you didn't like it. you feel more offended with this so called nice gesture than the slut shaming that's going around. 

"this feels petty." you tell her with a frown. "what?" she sat up as well. 

"you don't have to tell me all this. my feelings are my own. the rumors are true. i. am. a. slut. i don't feel bad because it's true. no matter who's mouth said it, who's fingers typed it, it's true. i don't care." 

fuck chaeryeong for making you the villain. again. 

but then again, thanks chaeryeong. for making you realize that you shouldn't be crying. 

pathetic. 

-

though it was hard to admit defeat, you decided you wouldn't try and get with jeno. as embarrassing as it is, you had to lay low with how bad your reputation is. you just hoped it would go away as soon as any other hot gossip did in this university. 

you took this situation as a sign from the universe to focus on your grades.

but for some reason, the universe isn't on your side this time round. jeno's here sitting in front of you with that stupidly cute smile on his face. 

"what are you doing?" you kicked his leg under the table. 

"studying with you." his answer made you roll your eyes as you changed the leg you crossed. "do you want something more?" he tilted his head like a puppy. but his question was so suggestive, you'd actually ask for more. however, considering the last time you initiated something naughty from that man, he said you were nice.  

"i just want to study, jeno." 

"you don't want me to finger you right here?" 

you thought you heard wrong. you looked around you to see no one else but you and him. "you're wearing shorts today, though. thats gonna be a hassle. ran out of skirts?" he smirked. all the good boy, the gentleman side of him were thrown out the window. and so did your plans on not fucking with him. it's surprising but it's hot. so you pulled the chair next to you and lightly tapped on the seat, inviting him over. he chuckled as he took your invitation. he took off his glasses and set it aside before he sat down.

"there's no one here." you whispered as he got closer to your face. "then take off your shorts, pretty." he whispered in a similar volume, his lips right next to your ear. 

your fingers were about to grip your waistband but you stopped when something else went inside your head. "wait, haven't you heard about the rumors?" you looked at him, face moving away from his. 

"i've known about them before you even talked to me. and i don't care about them. it just means you're good at sex, doesn't it?" is that really it? he knew about you before you knew him at all? and he still wants you? he was nice to you even when you just met. it's the bare minimum, he said. 

"if you don't want to, i can leave you alone." it quite ironic how he said that but he leaned his head on your shoulder, then giving you a kiss on your neck. but he felt so soft and so right at the moment. you've been stressed with everything that's going through in your head and this fine man is just here letting you out of your stress. 

"but why'd you not let me kiss you the other day? i thought you didn't like me or find me attractive at all." you remembered. "i wanted to ask you if you're sure you want to kiss me. you just ran away." he pouted his lips. 

so you kissed his pouty lips. and his hand flew to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. you feel his fingers on his other hand snaking around the waist of your shorts. but you really didn't feel like taking any of your clothes off. so you held his hand away from yours and climbed over to sit on his growing bulge. you could tell that he's not fully hard yet. 

"jeno.." you whined his name. "yes, darling? need anything?" he nuzzled his face on your neck, giving it lazy kisses. "can we just stay like this?" you pulled away from him to show your cute round eyes. your fingers tickled his shoulders. "you just want to make out here?" he questioned. 

"no, i mean-" you made your body do the talking by moving your hips on his lap, focusing on his throbbing center. "fuck." he groaned, looking at you then smiled. "beautiful." he whispered. his praise motivated you to move again on him. heavy breathing started coming out of the both of you. you leaned your forehead on his as you bit your lip trying to conceal the moans that's trying to get out. 

"can i kiss you again?" you never knew you'd like fucking around with a good guy like jeno. but the way he always makes sure you're sure made you dizzy. you nod your head eagerly and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, hungrily tasting your mouth as you licked his lips. the kiss felt rougher than the one before. perhaps it's the way your pussy was so close to his dick with the barrier of both of your clothes. you so badly wanted to take everything off of you and take him there. 

when you hear someone at the nearest bookshelf, you stopped the kiss. he giggled at the action, bumping your noses together which made you giggle with him. from the person's perspective, you two were just a couple, showing pda. as soon as they left, you continued your movements but this time he thrusted up into you as well. you whined a little too loud that jeno lifted his finger up to your lips. "shh, be my good girl, okay? stay quiet." you usually mentally rolled your eyes when someone tells you to be a good girl but when jeno said it, you actually wanted to be his good girl. so you sucked his finger to keep yourself quiet, keeping on humping him. 

"such a good girl." you hummed on his finger with his praise. "yeah? you like it when i call you that? i could feel how wet you are, darling? you like me that much?" his smile drove you crazy at the moment. how do you even answer that question? do you actually like him? 

"gonna cum, jeno." you took his finger out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting it. "keep humping me. i know you can just cum from that. cum for me, darling." you whined then moved yourself on his lap, chasing your high without even taking any of your clothing off. you knew you couldn't keep yourself quiet so you kissed him again, moving your hips faster on him. even with your lips on each other, you could still hear how loud your whines were when you finally reached your climax. 

"you did good, darling. made a mess on me. so good." he kissed the top of your head, caressing your cheek to calm you down from your high. you then wrapped your arms around him to pull him in a hug, feeling his warmth spread to your body. you could still feel his hardness underneath you and you wondered why he's not asking you to take care of him too. you reached your hand down to his bulge which earned you a groan from him. 

"no, baby. i don't want to cum in my pants." he said quietly to your ear. was he telling you to suck him off? or did he want to cum inside you? what was he implying? 

but he stayed still, holding you while you were holding him. 

-

being close to jeno was something you never expected. you broke your rule of not being friends with the guys you were with for jeno. but were you really friends? do friends make out like you two do? do friends cuddle as they sleep on the same bed? do friends help each other with their sexual needs? maybe. at least you've never had actual sex with him.

jeno was still asleep when you woke up from your evening nap after you sucked him off while he ate you out. waking up to his chest was something you never knew you'd like that much. as you nuzzled your face on his bare chest, he was awakened from his sleep with a smile as he pulled you closer. "got a good sleep, darling?" you nod your head. "you wanna sleep more?" he started caressing your hair and you loved the way he always treated you like you were something fragile. you were about to answer him when his phone suddenly rang. his phone was placed on the bedside behind you so you turned around to get it for him. you then saw a picture frame of him as a boy with another kid. you thought he looked familiar. 

before you passed the phone, you saw the contact being "game partner". you gave the phone to him but he didn't even bother answering it. he put his phone back behind you.

"who was that?" you asked. 

"no one important."

"you play games?" 

"just when you're not around." 

"i've been around a lot, though?" 

"yeah, so i don't play a lot these days." his answer made you smile. he really sacrificed his game time for you. which meant he liked spending time with you more than he did with his games. 

"oh, i wanted to ask who's that boy in your picture frame." you moved to look behind you but jeno then tilted your face with just two of his fingers so you'd look at him. he kissed your nose really quick. "just focus on me, darling." 

"it's nothing, jeno. i just think i know him." you pout your lips. he then imitated you but his pout was more exaggerated. "the guys you talk to mean the guys you've played around with before me." he whined the last word. he pulled you closer into his arms. "that's my childhood friend. i'd be really jealous if he got to kiss you before me." 

"awwh, jeno.." you pushed him as you stood up and leaned your back on his head board. he followed after. your hands went down, holding and playing with his fingers. "i.. i don't think i'm actually just playing around with you." you shook your head. he blinked then smiled. "really?" you saw how happy he looked at that time. 

"i mean, i think… i.. well, i actually would leave the guys after the first sexual encounter. but we've done so many things and i'm still here. when i think about leaving you i get the shivers. like, now that i know what it feels like to have you, i don't wanna know how it would feel like without you." this was probably the first time you've been vulnerable in front of someone, let alone a guy. you finally meet his eyes to see what kind of reaction he'd give you. all he did was smile. as always. 

he kissed your forehead. then your nose. and your cheek. "i feel the same way." he kissed your lips and let it go. "i don't wanna know what it feels like without you." he kissed your lips again. "can i eat you out, darling?" and again. 

you nodded your head as he moved under his blanket, stopping once he's eye level with your core. he kissed it through your panties before ripping it out of you. "only say my name, okay? no begging, no faster, no harder, don't even tell me that it feels good. i only wanna hear you say my name." that was a hard rule to follow but you wanted to satisfy him so you committed to it. 

with just a single, long lick from his tongue, you've already pulled his hair under the blanket. "jeno.." you moaned. "louder, darling." he brought his fingers to your hole, entering two of them while he focused his tongue on your clit.

"jeno! jeno! jeno! hnggg.." you wanted to beg for his fingers to go faster. you knew he was going slow on purpose since he didn't want you to ask for anything. this time, you weren't in control. he kept his pace on your hole but his speed on your clit was the opposite. he stimulated your little pussy like it was his purpose of life. 

"jeno.." you feel tears coming out of your eyes. you wondered if you liked this guy that much that you could cry just from him eating you out. maybe he's just that good. nothing to do with your feelings for him. your moans became louder when he sped up his thrusts of his fingers. you hope that jeno would understand that you're getting close at this point. the squelching noises from your wet pussy should be enough clue for him. 

"let go, darling. wanna eat your cum." he pulls out his fingers and only used his tongue to pleasure you this time. "you taste so good, darling. love your pussy." he started sucking on it that made you scream his name and it was enough to make you squirt all over his face. he was still licking and sucking, cleaning up all your cum. once he's done with that, he climbed back up to give you a kiss that could make you taste yourself. 

"you liked that, darling?" he asked. "so much. like it so much." you answered. 

"now say hi to my friends." 

"huh?" you frowned. 

jeno took his phone, revealing a phone call with "game partner" that's been going on for 17 minutes. "come in, guys." he said to his phone and ended the phone call. his bedroom door then opened and three men came inside. 

donghyuck, jaemin, renjun. 

you looked at jeno but your face immediately moved again when he slapped your cheek. with eyes still watery from your orgasm just now, you looked the most pathetic you've ever been. 

"stupid fucking slut." jeno squeezed your face. "i told you to greet my friends. be polite." as you blinked, more tears fell down. you were still quiet. all you could hear is jaemin and donghyuck laughing at the side of your bed. renjun came close to you and tilted his head. not an ounce of amusement was written on his face. 

"who's the pathetic one now, huh?" you still didn't have anything to say. 

jaemin then jumped on the bed to sit next to you, having his arm behind your shoulder. "what's the matter, bunny? didn't you like getting attention? all of us can pay attention to you now. isn't that fun, huh?" 

"dreams do come true, don't they?" you see hyuck taking off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. 

never have you ever wished you weren't the center of attention in your life. you wanted to hide at that moment, feeling embarrassed that you thought you finally found someone who you'd like and perhaps love. how foolish of you. men really are the same. 

"you're mine now, alright? don't wanna know how it would feel to be without you, remember?" jeno stroked your hair gently. but nothing about it was gentle. 

you lost. you hate this game. 

#00 line attention series #nct dream smut #nct smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut

[fernegirl]

larry johnson + being pretty headcanons

fluffy hcs about larry's appearence (ft. the sf gang) author's note: the larry simping is real and i will not apologize >:)

→ larry doesn't have bad self esteem, it's more that it's entirely neutral. he doesn't think of himself as attractive or unattractive, just not someone that people consider. no, those are never the words that comes to mind.

→ he's aware of the impression he makes on people, with his long hair, pierced face, and looming stature. he's seen the way that people's eyes will widen before they politely shy back.

→ larry johnson is scary, seems to be the consensus.

→ he can't help the dark circles though, they're genetic on Lisa's side, and even if he could change them he wouldn't. he's happy to look like her--she's never been short of beautiful to him. It's a badge of honor to look like his mother with her warm eyes and broad smile.

→ he could cut his hair, but he's always liked it. ever since his mom let it slip that his father had long hair before going bald, he's never thought twice about it. besides, what's the point in headbanging without hair, that's half the fun anyway. same with the grungy band shirts--they're a part of him now. his armor.

→ sure, the piercings didn't help but those match with sal and ash (hell, even todd got a cartilage so they'd all have something linking them). besides, larry's never been a fan of needles. it took a fair bit of nerve to get these ones and he doubts he'll have the stomach to get them re-pierced.

→ so in short, he's got no plans to change, despite the apparent discomfort of strangers.

→ it doesn't bother him most of the time. really.

→ except for occasionally, when he makes eye contact with a girl at a bar and she looks away like she's been spooked. or when the cashier at the grocery store seems to actively avoid his gaze. or when guys step between him and their girlfriends (as if larry even noticed them in the first place).

→ so sometimes it stings. not that he'll ever say anything. he knows how minor it is in comparison to the way sal and ash are treated for their appearances, positive or otherwise.

→ he can deal with scary. he gets used to it, like a lumpy mattress.

→ really though, there are so many other qualities about himself that he never even thinks to notice

→ long eyelashes, like seriously eyelashes for days. always gets asked if he's wearing mascara (he isn't, he tried it once but he rubs his eyes too much for it)

→ does wear waterproof eyeliner sometimes, when he goes to shows or out for the night

→ is a big fan of chapstick since he often gets chapped lips. his favorite ones are ones with weird flavors, like cinnamon bun or hot cocoa

→ he's been painting his nails black for as long has he can remember, but only starts trying other colors once he becomes closer with sal and ash

→ generally wears dark colors, mostly because paint and ink shows up on them less and he hates worrying about stains. accidentally results in him looking like he has legs for daysssssss

→ assumes that people are scared of him or find him intimidating (which is sometimes the case) but it never occurs to him it could be for any other reason

→ ash and sal try to hell him that sometimes people are just...shy but it never really sinks in

→ in short, larry johnson is one pretty motherfucker and everyone but him seems to know it

#sally face #sally face headcanons #sally face hcs #sally face fanfiction #larry johnson headcanons #larry johnson #fernefic

[munsons-hellfire]

My Love Will Never Die: Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Circe is reunited with her cousin, though it doesn't seem to go the way that she thought it would.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Circe Archeron x Eris Vanserra

CONTENT WARNING: SFW, abandonment issues, toxic family.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is chapter 1, I can't wait to dive deeper into this book and share the plans I have for this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you wished to be tagged let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

Circe Archeron, Prologue

It had been months since Feyre had left. She came back for a short time only to disappear again. I kept to myself, Nesta had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t much care for me. I guess I was okay with that. But it had been a difficult time for me after Feyre left. Everything had changed, I had become quick to anger and that’s why I stayed in my room most of the time.

Nesta and Elain couldn’t even get me out of my room, unless Nesta dragged me out; which wasn’t often. They’d have servants bring food to my room, but for the most part I was nibbling on the food. Not enough to keep me looking healthy. Currently I lied in my bed, the curtains were closed and I was hugging the pillow. It was difficult sometimes to lay on my back, though I still didn’t understand why.

Someone knocked on my door, I wanted to ignore it but I couldn’t. If it were Nesta she’d get angry with me and storm in here and pull me from my bed. So I stood up, then I walked over to the door and looked to see Mrs. Laurent standing at the door. There was a pleasant smile on her face as she stared at me.

“How can I help you Mrs. Laurent?” I asked, leaning my head against the door.

“Your sister has requested that you get dressed and go to the drawing room.” Mrs. Laurent answered.

I didn’t want to fight whatever Nesta wanted me to do so I gave her a nod of my head and closed the door. I walked over to my closet and grabbed an outfit. I only wore pants and shirts whenever I’d go outside. If I was being requested to the drawing room it likely meant that someone was here which meant I had to dress nice.

I opted for a dark blue dress that had an amber coloring etched into it. I don’t know why but this was always my favorite dress to wear whenever people would come over. I had these colors on a lot of my outfits but they were always so different. The dress reached just below my knees and came with long frayed sleeves.

I wasn’t much for heels so I was allowed a pair of boats that actually matched with the dress I currently had on. Once I was dressed, I pulled my hair to the side and began to braid it until I reached the end of my dirty-blond hair. Now that I was finished I walked out of my room heading to the drawing room as requested. However when I came to a stop at the entrance I swear everything stopped.

She looked so different from what I remembered. Taller than I remember her to be, and she had pointed ears. She was a Fae now. Is that why she hadn’t come back to visit us, to visit me? I stepped forward and caught my cousin's attention.

“Feyre?” I asked, my voice shaky as well as my hands.

“Circe?” Her voice was just as shaky, she stared at me taking in the sight of what I truly look like, which wasn’t great. I didn’t care at the moment, I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. I didn’t want to let her go now that she was here. Nesta pulled me back from Feyre, though my cousins didn’t miss the way I pulled my arm away from Nesta’s touch. I was sure Feyre would ask me about it when it was just the two of us.

So much had changed since she left again, I needed to know what had happened to her. Why was she even here? Was she coming back home to stay with us? Had that Fae finally decided to let her come back home to us? So many questions I wanted to ask her, but instead I sat down next to Elain. Waiting for someone to talk, hopefully it would be Feyre and she’d answer everything.

“Where is Father?” It was the first thing she said since we’d all sat down. I wasn’t the least bit surprised she wanted to know of his absences.

“In Neva,” Nesta answered. He’d been gone for a while now and I honestly wasn’t sure when he’d returned. Not that I really cared anyway. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.”

At this I glanced over at Nesta, why hadn’t she told me about this? I had just as much a right to know as Elain did. I couldn’t shake the hurt I was feeling as I stared at my eldest cousin. I wanted to leave this room now. If Nesta thought I didn’t need to know than maybe it was best I leave to let them talk. That feeling I’d been trying to avoid for so long came back and I felt myself fighting to hold back whatever tears wanted to fall down my face.

I hated being treated like the black sheep of the family now that Feyre wasn’t here. Though I suppose it had always been that way considering my parents didn’t love me enough to raise me themselves. Instead they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle and look where it got me. Alone.

“Whatever the reason, Feyre, we are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were—” A glimmer of panic ran through my body. Feyre pulled back her hood. I wasn’t so much afraid of the fact that she was now Fae. It was the fact that it meant she’d actually died.

“I was dead.” Feyre said roughly. “I was dead, and then I was reborn—remade.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, I needed to know. Was she alone, or were there others with her.

“That’s a story for another day, Circe. I need you to listen.” I listened to her as she explained what was happening. The panic I felt in my body was speeding through it. Suddenly I felt the need to go outside and climb into a tree. I couldn’t do this anymore.

“Excuse me.” I whispered, standing up I shifted my shoulders and walked out of the room.

“Circe.” Feyre called out.

“Let her go, this is too much for her and the exact reason I didn’t want her in here in the first place. She’s fragile right now.” Nesta said sternly.

Fragile. Of course I was fragile. I had lost the one person who meant more to me than the others. Feyre was the only one who truly understood where I was coming from when I tried to express myself. Nesta didn’t understand my need to be out in the wilderness when I wasn’t in my room. It was my safe place, my escape. It allowed me to feel close to things I didn’t understand.

When I made it outside I walked past the front door and towards the woods. Finding my favorite tree I began to climb it. I climbed and climbed until I was finally a far enough distance from the ground I could have peace and quiet. I could finally think. But it didn’t last long. Not when I heard the rustling of tree leaves.

“What do you want?” I asked, thinking it was Feyre. But when I looked up I came face to face with hazel eyes, and shadows. I knew all too well why they looked so familiar. I stood up and walked towards the Fae that was staring at me, not speaking. “I’m Circe.” I said, holding my hand out to him.

He was just staring at me, I didn’t seem to find it weird. It felt comforting to have his gaze on me. I didn’t know where to take the conversation though. And it was clear that he wasn’t comfortable shaking my hand so I dropped it back at my side. I felt something touch my back, and suddenly panic rose in my body again. It was cool to the touch as it moved around my body. And I realized that it was shadows.

A smile fell onto my lips, then there were more surrounding me. Some tickled my skin. I couldn’t stop the laugh that left my lips as they continued to glide around my skin. I did notice that the Fae in front of me was stiff as a board. I also noticed that the shadows stayed away from my back. I held my hand out again and one of the shadows swarmed around my fingers.

“You’re not afraid of them?” His voice was so soft and rough at the same time as he finally spoke to me. I placed my eyes on him, a curious look falling onto my face.

“Why would I be? They’re so beautiful.” It was clear that each word that left my lips was more of a shock to him than it was to me. Another shadow wrapped around my arm, tickling me in the process. It caused another laugh from me. But then I couldn’t stop laughing. Happiness. It was the only thing I felt in my entire being as this Fae stood in front of me with shadows swarming my body.

“Not everyone is like you.” He whispered. At this I lowered my hand and stared at him.

“You’re right, they’re not. But I assure you that they don’t scare me.”

“That’s a first.” Another voice called out. I pulled my eyes away to look down, seeing two other males not far from us. I took the opportunity to walk away from the Fae with shadows and climbed back down the tree.

“You should be careful.” I looked up at him, a shadow still swarming around my body.

“I’ll be fine.” I jumped down, landing on my feet. Then I held my hand out to the two as the other joined. “Circe. Feyre’s cousin.” I said, shining my brightest smile.

“Cassian.” The one with shoulder length hair said, shaking my hand.

“Rhysand.” The other said, I shook his hand. Then he looked over at the one I’d been talking to. “This is Azriel.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I looked at Azriel, and then Cassian. They both had the same set of wings. They were beautiful, and suddenly I wanted to know everything about their wings. I shifted my shoulders slightly at the weight on my back, the invisible weight. Then I moved towards them inspecting their wings.

“These are Illyrian wings.” Rhysand said. His violet eyes were on me, like he was studying me. Though Cassian and Azriel were doing the same thing as well. That sounded familiar, so familiar. I remember my mother and father had talked about the fae alot, Ilyrian’s in particular.

“I’ve heard of them.” I said, staring back at Rhysand. I could see the confusion on all their faces as the three stared at me. “My parents used to talk about the fae before they abandoned me. More specifically they talked about Illyrians, I never understood why they’d talked about them so much, we were humans after all.”

“What were your parents' names?”

“Lily and Beau Archeron.” I hadn’t shared their names in so long that it hurt to say them outloud for the first time. I watched the three exchange glances with each other. “Do you know those names?”

“Just from what Feyre has told us.”

“Oh.” I nodded my head. Then I shifted my shoulders and started to walk back towards the house. They were following behind me. The door opened and I looked to see Feyre standing at the front door.

“I see you’ve meant my cousin.” She wasn’t speaking to me. It also seemed that she had an annoyed look on her face. So I lowered my head, trying to ignore the heartbreak I was feeling on the inside.

“I’ll see you inside Feyre.” I excused myself, lifting my arms up to cover my body. Then I moved past her and walked into the house heading for my room until dinner was ready. Not that they’d want me there anyway. Once I was in my room I closed the door and slid down it. I adjusted my shoulders again, then rested my head back against the door. This was going to be a long night, I knew it.

#a court of thorns and roses #original character #azriel x original character #azriel x eris #eris x original character #cassian #rhysand #nesta archeron #elain archeron #feyre archeron #a court of mist and fury

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

BUCCIARATI GANG BEDTIME ROUTINE HEADCANONS 🙏🙏

ON IT BOSS!!

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

this guy is so fucking tired

I'm convinced that he just flops down onto his bed and falls asleep

right then and there

he puts on some pajamas and then he's just out

his pajamas are white with black dots (who would've guessed)

he DOES brush his hair and have a shower first

he uses like 20 different soaps

he needs to smell nice and clean

he'll blow-dry his hair too

he doesn't like going to sleep with wet hair

Abbacchio will join him in bed later

goes to sleep at 8pm and wakes up at 6am

LEONE ABBACCHIO

let's be real right now

the only thing he does before going to bed is his hair routine

i spent like 10 minutes trying to remember how to spell routine

this guy has a TON of hair products that he puts in his hair

not as much as Giorno though

ANYWAY he sleeps naked

or in only boxers

one of the two

he finishes taking care of his hair then goes to sleep right next to Bruno

goes to sleep at 10pm and wakes up at 7am

GIORNO GIOVANNA

the longest hair routine known to man

this guy takes like an hour to get his hair ready for bed

he'll also take the longest showers literally ever

then he has to dry his hair too

he makes sure to dry it in a way that won't make his hair thinner or something idk

his hair is naturally really thick and curly too

it was much thinner and straighter before it turned blond though

also he brushes his teeth THOROUGHLY

his dentist are in shock at how clean his teeth are

he also has to water all the plants in his room before he goes to bed

he wears silk pajamas too

and they're pink

he takes like five minutes to fall asleep

but then he's the deepest sleep ever

ALWAYS gets over 8 hours of sleep

goes to bed at 7pm and wakes up at 6am

GUIDO MISTA

this guy

this dude

takes the shortest showers ever

he sleeps in boxers and that's it

no matter how warm or cold it is

his bedtime routine consists of showering for two minutes, sometimes longer if he washes his hair, brushing his teeth, then going straight to bed

that's it

he might stay up for a bit but he mostly goes to bed at like 9:30pm and wakes up at like 8am

NARANCIA GHIRGA

this guy has so much trouble sleeping

he has to take melatonin gummies to go to sleep at a reasonable time

Abbacchio will basically force them into his mouth if he refuses

then he'll have a shower and brush his teeth

he'll be nice and eepy by the time he finishes brushing his teeth

he might try to stay up a little longer but he'll eventually pass out on the couch or something

Abbacchio has to carry him back to his room and tuck him in

he wears orange boxers to bed

he falls asleep at 8:30-9pm and wakes up at 8am

PANNACOTTA FUGO

worst sleep schedule out of all of them

he rarely sleeps a full night

which also means he doesn't really have a bedtime routine

he'll have a shower and brush his teeth but he won't go to bed immediately after

the times he goes to sleep ranges from 2am to 9pm

he's lucky if he even gets six hours of sleep

and he's a really light sleeper too

but he makes sure to keep himself nice and clean

unlike Mista

sometimes if he can't sleep he'll sleep with Giorno

but most of the time he just lays there in bed

TRISH UNA

she takes FOREVER to get ready for bed

takes a 20 minute shower

then takes another 20 minutes to dry her hair

then an hour doing her hair routine

then she brushes her teeth

her and Giorno both have the best hair and teeth

she also has a skincare routine to make sure her skin is nice and soft

she'll also do her skincare routine with Giorno

sometimes she'll do HIS skincare routine on him too

besties alert

she will only wear the softest silk pjs

fat out REFUSES to wear anything else

she's probably matching with Giorno

falls asleep at 7pm and wakes up at 8am

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #jojo golden wind #mister silly #silly little guy #giorno giovanna #fugo pannacotta #fugio #jjba giorno #jjba fugo #bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #abbacchio leone #jojo vento aureo #vento aureo #jjba vento aureo #trish una #jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #jojo narancia #guido mista #mista jojo #jjba mista #mista #bruabba #pannacotta fugo #bucci gang #jojo bucciarati

[danothan]

bigender yoshikage kira hcs 🫶

- kira's view of gender is very binary. interesting that he has a standard for women is to be hairless, meanwhile he can't stand having body hair on himself. very interesting

- i don't think kira would have the vocabulary to know about his identity rn, and if he eventually did, he would treat it as in-depth research, almost like a hobby. morbid curiosity, he'd claim

- as an extension of that "hobby" mindset, i think using killer queen as an outlet for his femininity would act as a barrier in his mind to express himself without having to actually apply it to Himself (the gender euphoria of using she/her for killer queen bc kira wouldn’t admit to it otherwise)

- KILLER QUEEN IS HER TRANSONA.

- the most heterosexual lesbian you will ever meet…

- the idea of transphobic transgender kira is so funny to me knowing her other values. she won't remember your pronouns bc she will not care to refer to you in general, but even if she did, any pronouns besides he or she are “gramatically incorrect and/or superfluous.” okay multi-pronoun user

- would claim that he doesn't need external validation for his gender and that it's nobody's business, but it's rly due to internalized transphobia and his fear of sticking out that he doesn't leave the closet :(

- she has her moments though. maybe one day, she's painting her “girlfriend's" nails a lovely shade of purple when she realizes it goes with her suit. she applies the polish to her own nails to test the theory, and sure enough, it's a perfect match. she tries not to think about why it disappoints her to wipe it off before work

- in his mind, it was never a feeling of choosing one or the other but rather the feeling of being incomplete. kira is someone who rly values routine and balance, so i imagine that this applies to gender too, in that masculinity and feminity are two sides of the same coin to him. i don't think he would want to medically transition even if that were an option, but his gender expression is very much real and tangible to him, even in the most seemingly inperceptible ways

- i think that she started questioning after getting KQ but never felt the urge to seek out answers or dig deep into it once she started being able to give herself freedom of expression at home. it only became a problem when she had to hide as kosaku and was once again having to keep those parts of herself hidden (i'm sorry that this follows so many story beats of kira's murder activities, it's not meant to be a one-to-one parallel 😭 just a result of the freedom vs repression of canon circumstances)

- HOWEVER smth that diverges from canon is that i think there's a way around kira's gender expression now that he doesn't have to perform in secret but rather express himself through a different outlet once shinobu becomes part of the equation. kosaku tends to wear dark/dull-colored clothing whereas kira is more inclined towards coloful pastels. i think shinobu would pick up on this difference and start having them wear matching outfits, slowly making his closet more feminine. kira would freak out at first thinking it was some kind of test that he had slipped up on, but shinobu would only lean harder into it bc honestly she just wants to bond with her husbandwife over smth as simple as clothes. it's the first time kira's even been called pretty. he doesn't protest

- when kira gets used to having someone recognize and even encourage her gender expression, i think this would be when she starts being comfortable enough to talk abt it and recognize it as more than just a feeling. she and shinobu might even have a conversation (probably initiated by shinobu through unsubtle questions that kira was too embarrassed to dance around and would rather address head on)

- as big of a revelation as this is for kira, i don't think much would change. he still prefers to do things as they always were and doesn't rly feel like he misses out on much when he goes out in his suit and gets called masc terms; in fact, it's a comfortable familiarity. but every time he puts on the subtle perfume that shinobu got for him, well, that becomes a familiar type of comfort for him too

- shinobu: “no wonder kosaku was so repressed before, he's been so much more expressive now that she's come out of the closet ^__^”

- this is how we can make the babygirl kira agenda real.

bonus: @f0rvalaka’s genius addition

#yoshikage kira #shinobu kawajiri #kirashino #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #bigender #gender headcanon #danbles #genderposting #part4 #💣 #meta #long post #i cant believe in all my years of loving kira ive never drawn anything for this au #juggling 2 bigender aus rn what a time to be alive #me when a closeted bigender character starts exploring their identity in their 30s thru the support of their spouse