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agsbf · 2 months

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Stardust Cruzaders X Lucy Cyberpunk! Leitora:

Sinopse: De um universo em que tecnologias e batalhas constantes são a norma, você é migrada para um mundo onde um grupo de amigos se reúnem com o propósito de derrotar um vampiro abominável. Motivada pelas vivências em sua vida passada, decide se aliar a eles.

Pedido solicitado pela clevercollectorthing, não conheço muito sobre Cyberpunk, mas espero ter feito um trabalho razoavelmente decente. Desculpas prévias por qualquer erro cometido :D

Avisos: Menção a assassinato, spoilers da parte 2 e palavrões.

Jotaro:

Apesar de nunca verbalizar isso, quando o descendente de Holly te viu pela primeira vez, sua aparência foi uma das coisas que mais lhe impressionou, a estética futurista lhe surpreendia naturalmente e vê-la produzida tão perfeitamente na vida real definitivamente o impactou.

O fato de apresentar alguns vestígios de estilo Cyborg, outro que ele secretamente amava, teve um papel a desempenhar nisso.

Se antes Jotaro era o membro mais brutal do time no quesito combate corpo a corpo, quando te viu atacando um rival sua opinião mudou drasticamente, embora a aparência inocente você dilacerou o inimigo.

Nesse momento o rapaz com chapéu aprendeu a não julgar alguém pela aparência.

Devido ao fato de ser bastante poderosa e violenta quando necessário, o JoJo mais novo confiava muito na sua capacidade de lidar com inimigos sozinha, especialmente aqueles com stands de curto alcance.

Ele mesmo é bastante recluso, então respeita sua natureza mais quieta, não refletindo se há grandes razões por trás.

Caso você se sentisse confortável em compartilhar seu passado, o descendente de Holly ouviria atentamente, ainda que não falasse muito.

Kakyoin:

Embora tentasse ser discreto quanto a isso, achava toda sua aparência sensacional, poderia passar horas apreciando cada um dos detalhes de sua roupa, não por malícia, mas por se impressionar com a harmonia de todo o look.

A coisa favorita dele é o cabelo, algo sobre em como os tons pastéis complementam tão harmoniosamente com seu rosto.

Definitivamente te comparou mentalmente com alguns personagens de animes que assistiu.

Ao te ver em combate, ficou estupefato, sua boca ficando aberta em descrença por muito tempo, não esperando tanta violência vinda de alguém como você.

Não sabia qual poder que mais o impressionava: a telepatia, telecinesia, a ausência de dor ou a capacidade de adquirir conhecimento instantaneamente.

Sua personalidade fechada não é um problema para ele, embora periodicamente converse contigo por te considerar uma amiga e não querer que se sinta excluída em um mundo que não conhece, pois o mesmo sabe como é horrível se sentir solitário.

Se falasse sobre seu passado com o jovem, o japonês perceberia que o buraco é mais embaixo, te confortando e lentamente contribuindo para que você deixasse de lado qualquer trauma.

Abdul:

Genuinamente surpreso com seu estilo, não era algo que esperava ver fora da tela de algum filme. Não o entenda mal, ele curte a estética, o choque de vê-lo na vida real é o que o pega.

Tendo isso em mente, a curiosidade do egípcio é aguçada ao perceber a existência de cyberwares instalados em seu corpo, embora nunca te perguntaria sobre, exceto se você fosse quem tocasse no assunto.

Ficou impressionado com a quantia de poderes absurdas que a garota possuía. Em um mundo cujo o normal é um stand com um poder principal e um extra oriundo de alguma brecha, uma pessoa capaz de possuir várias habilidades e ainda característica sobre-humanas por causa de aparelhos tecnológicos, é no mínimo impressionante.

Todavia, nada se compara ao choque do egípcio ao te ver em combate, alguém com aparência tão doce poder ser tão brutal é a real bizarrice da aventura.

Naturalmente, ele já imaginava que sua natureza introvertida vinha de algum trauma, mas nunca tocou no assunto sabendo que tem certas coisas que pessoas preferem deixar para trás.

Caso se sentisse confortável e contasse, o homem tentaria te ajudar com isso, além de se sentir honrado por sua confiança para o escolher como ouvinte .

Joseph:

Se antes ele pensava que o corpo de Stroheim era o ápice do futuro, sua ilusão é quebrada ao te conhecer:

Mais simplista e minimalista em comparação ao do alemão, porém muito mais tecnológico.

Dizer que o JoJo mais velho estava apenas curioso é um eufemismo, o Joestar estava obcecado com o conceito cibernético.

Definitivamente fez uma piada alegando que "não era mais o único membro com partes robóticas no grupo", mas sua expressão séria com o comentário definitivamente o fez se desculpar.

Apesar disso, gostaria da sua opinião sobre adicionar alguns mecanismos de defesa na mão protética, já que te considerava a mais familiarizada com tecnologia como meio de proteção.

Não é muito difícil deixa-lo impressionado, então quando te viu com a aparência meiga e pouco tempo depois, cortando um inimigo no meio, a reação foi no mínimo estrondosa, colocando as mãos na bochecha enquanto gritava "CARAMBA!".

Ver seus poderes em práticas apenas alimentou mais a curiosidade.

Sua personalidade não é um problema para o Joestar, de certa forma, você o lembrava sua mãe, Lisa Lisa. Também não é surpresa que você possua alguns traumas como ela, a vivência dele com a mulher o fez aprender uma ou duas coisas sobre confortar alguém e natureza reclusa, então seria uma boa opção caso optasse por contar seu passado.

Polnareff:

Se garotas normais são gostosas, aquelas que vem do futuro nem se fala.

Acha seu estilo maneiro e diferente dos outros membros não é tão sútil quanto a isso, constantemente fazendo flertes do tipo: "Gata, você é como um upgrade de software, sempre melhorando e me deixando sem palavras."

Constantemente te faz perguntas relacionadas aos cyberwares em seu corpo, suas dúvidas são sempre as mais sem noções.

Não é por maldade, ele apenas é desprovido de bom senso quando está curioso.

Quando você mostra suas habilidades em combate, a reação dele foi parecida com a de Joseph, embora muito mais barulhenta, exclamando um "CARALHO!" no lugar.

Ele ficou com medo de você durante alguns dias por causa disso.

Incrédulo com seus poderes, lhe fazendo diversas questões sobre curiosidades que tem.

No quesito sua personalidade, como o francês é alguém inimigo da timidez, acidentalmente te trata como se também fosse extrovertida, mesmo claramente não sendo o caso.

Assim como Abdul, ficaria honrado caso fosse aquele a quem você confia contar seu passado, ele também desabafaria sobre o que aconteceu com Sherry.

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nenayaquisieras · 3 months

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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #medium!reader #Joseph really liked his toy airplane #Honestly this was her way of giving his nephew toys without her bring up that she sees dead people #she can't be like “Ghost let me gift Joseph something”#he would be like “How the fawk you know who that is??”#sorry for errors its so late #but yea ill have more soon #I just cant figure out how to traumatize Gaz and Soap #Only Ghost and Price #love to see the old men suffer #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader

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rougepancake · 8 months

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𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that know how to treat a woman. You know this isn’t their first rodeo, and it’s clear it won’t be their last. They put your pleasure above their own, making it their goal to tease you until you cry.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that make sure your neighbors can hear you. They have no shame when it comes to making you feel good, or making you loud.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that whisper “it’s okay baby” while they go down on you. Their thrusts are harsh, but their kisses aren’t, and they make sure to talk you through the whole thing.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 who have you calling them back because you know no one else can do you as well as they can.

Welt Yang, Old Joseph Joestar, Pt. 6 Jotaro Kujo, Endeavor, Shinjuro Rengoku, Zhongli

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inyourfantasyfanfics · 1 year

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Hi! Can we have the crusaders reacting to their fem!s/o wearing lingerie for them, but she was really insecure to use it, because she doesn't have like, big boobs or bigs thighs and booty. And she tells them that and they tried to comfort by saying sweet words to her and maybe it leads to some smut? Maybe comforting her by touching her too?

(you can age up Kak and Jotaro :))

Yeah absolutely!

Warnings/disclaimers: slightly spicy, mentions of sex, part 4 jotaro and kak.

Lined for modesty hehe

Joseph JOSTAR!

He’s EXTATIC when he sees you all dressed up for him, you probably won’t have time to express any concerns before his hands and lips are on you. He’s so big compared to you and he LIVES for it

When you can finally get a word in and tell him that you feel super insecure it will almost completely fly over his head but the look on your face stabs his heart. And he will immediately reassure you by basically screaming praises and kissing every little insecurity until you smile at him.

He is going to take his time with you that night, to fully make sure you understand just how sexy you are to him.

Never doubt you have beauty around this man because he's going to disagree and he's going to be loud about it. He will learn from this moment and make it a point in the future to compliment you more. He's also going to buy you more cute skimpy outfits. He says it's like exposure therapy but really he just wants to see you in lingerie.

Jotaro Kujo

You can’t read his expression when he comes into your shared bedroom. You had just finished adjusting the fabric to your body when you spotted him. He was exactly on time. Everything with him was like clockwork. He doesn’t say a thing as he sets down his things and removes his coat, never breaking his dangerous eye contact.

You use this moment to almost apologize as if your standing in all your beautiful glory was something to ever apologize to him for. He does however let you voice your insecurities as his hands find your hips and he pulls your fronts together. He almost rolls his eyes when you say that you're lacking in ‘important areas’ He doesn’t roll his eyes though. For once, he deems this situation unfit for his attitude.

He backs you to the bed with a “Be quiet.” And presses his hips to yours. His arousal was apparent and it made you swallow hard. He will start debunking all of the insecurities you listed before he cornered you on the bed. His gaze was intimidating and his tone dangerous as if he was daring you to disagree. He would have none of it. He didn’t like hearing a pretty voice say negative things. It was pointless. What pissed him off the most was seeing you upset.

He made it his goal that night to make sure that the only thing that came out of your mouth was pretty little moans.

Avdol

He is very perceptive and probably noticed and had conversations about your insecurities before. This man worships the ground you walk on and he hates seeing you uncomfortable. So when he sees you in pretty lingerie he thinks maybe there's been a breakthrough and you are one step closer to seeing the goddess that you are.

It occurs to him that he's just been starting as if analyzing you when you start to apologize. This man gets on his knees before you and thanks you for blessing him. He’d start kissing your thighs and hands completely ignoring that you were apologizing for not being more.

His words haven't worked before his actions will have to suffice. Don’t get me wrong I think this man has an ultimate praise kink and will still spill sweet words about you through this whole ordeal but he may not justify any self-degrading comments with any sort of response

Polnareff

He’s a lot like Joseph in the way of pouncing now and asking questions later. Fully tackles you to the bed the moment his eyes land on you, hands are everywhere he just can’t help himself. Unlike Joseph, you won’t have time to express any concerns because he’s ravenous. You’d have to kick him to get him to listen.

This man is so confused because he thinks the world of you. But deep down he understands he has quite a bit of insecurity too whether he shows them or not is a different thing.

He’s the type of guy to be butt-ass naked and stop what he’s doing to find a guitar to serenade you. It’s awful and hurts your ears but the effort he put into it is astounding. He’s probably the one that shows you off the most out of the group. Having insecurities about your size around him is near impossible.

Kakyoin! (He’s alive and lives till a very old age ok!!!???) anyway this would be part 4 kak

The type to very happily watches you get into the lingerie without disturbing you. He’s very quiet so you sometimes are startled after realizing he’s in the room on a day-to-day basis. He enjoys people's reactions, especially yours. So he stays letting his eyes scan your body like it was built for him. That is till he notices your pained expression when you look in the mirror or your hands that restlessly adjust the fabric in discontent. Only then does he strategically enter.

He probably starts in the room a little noisier so you aren’t caught off guard by his presence. He will immediately launch into pretty compliments and touch you in the places you hate the most. He’s calculating and cunning. He wants you to associate his loving touch with your insecurities in hopes that it will make you love them too. He has deep-rooted insecurities as well so he knows just how terrible they can make someone feel. He doesn’t want you to be hurt like that.

This man kisses every inch of your body that night and gives you a reason he loves every part of you. I think his words are so sweet it would be hard not to cry because of them

#old joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #mohammed avdol #avdol x reader #polnareff x reader #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #stardust crusaders x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders headcanons

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worldsetfree · 4 months

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Stardust Crusaders × Reader: Motion Pictures

(+ bonus card at the bottom of the cereal box!)

Finally, you and your travelling band of troubadours have arrived at a hotel for the first time in days. It's early in the evening, everybody's exhausted, so you decide to retire to your rooms early and decompress. But you want to take some time, either with the group or your special someone and unwind with a movie.

(Trying to stay as canon-compliant as possible, so only movies that came out in or before 1988. Enjoy! Feedback welcome.)

I. THE MAGICIAN

Muhammad Avdol hasn't watched a lot of movies tbh. Down for most anything. Spending time with you is the true privilege.

Tbh I am struggling so much with picking a movie for him. His favourite movie canonically is Midnight Run, so maybe he'd recommend something like From Russia With Love?

I think he would let you pick if it was only the two of you and just be happy for the time together. He is the sweetest of men.

Respectfully tender. You want to share a blanket? You want snacks? You want to kiss? He's prepared and willing for anything.

Toasty warm if you want to cuddle. Leaves him delightly flustered.

V. THE HIEROPHANT

Omg this bean. 💕 Kakyoin Noriaki wants you to watch something that is of great personal significance to him but he's fearful of rejection.

He'll pick something a little bit artsy (and maybe pretentious), but something he holds dear to his heart. But it's Kakyoin, and he's also kind of a weirdo. He's gonna pick something a little out there like Blade Runner. The Princess Bride?

Please, bear with him. He's doing his best. Does the movie fit the vibe? Maybe not. But it's about being next to you.

Wants to cuddle, is too nervous to ask. You're gonna have to be the bold one here.

Watch his face flush to match his hair if you pull him in close and kiss his cheek. He's gonna want to do this every night from now on.

VII. THE CHARIOT

Oh Lord, Jean Pierre Polnareff has been waiting for this moment. He wants to fall in love. This is his chance to woo you, mademoiselle.

Already has a running list of appropriately romantic movies. Settles on Dirty Dancing (he is incorrigible). He doesn't actually care about the movie, this is all just a scheme to set the mood.

Chatty as fuck during the movie. Sweet nothings in your ear and distracted commentary on the movie. His stream of consciousness, really. Wants to see you blush.

Offers to let you sit/put your head in his lap. C'est magnifique if you take him up on that.

He is a gentleman, he won't try anything you don't want. He is going to ask to kiss you, though. Even if it's not the first time you've kissed today. He can't help himself.

IX. THE HERMIT

Joseph Joestar is either trying to inspire the group with some big moral lesson or he's leaning on his comfort films in private with you. No in-between.

"Comfort films" means Indiana Jones. That's it. There's a new one coming out next year, you know? You'll go see it with him, right? He's just as handsome as Sean Connery!

He's gonna try the ol' big yawn and stretch into holding you trick. Thinks he's slick.

Somehow he's already eaten the snacks. Pest. Will get more if you ask nicely.

The type of man who waits til you're very engrossed in the movie, then distracts you by kissing your neck. Success may vary. What do you mean Indiana Jones doesn't get you in the mood?

XVII. THE STAR

Good grief, why do you have to do this right now? Kujo Jotaro is tired and wants to sleep. You're so needy.

(He's thrilled by the idea and would love to turn his brain off for a night).

In front of the guys, he wants to watch some cool action movie. Top Gun? Yojimbo? More of a cinephile than he lets on. In private, he is more comfortable being the dork we know he is. Might suggest detective fiction or a documentary.

Adores these quiet moments of respite. Will play with your hair. Pamper him a little bit with soft affection and see his brows finally relax right before your eyes.

Will end up falling asleep on your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you. Will beat up anybody that tries to tease him about it. RIP Joseph

0. THE FOOL

(He's a dog. Obviously platonic)

You're done. Fuck these guys. Fuck this whole trip. They have tried your patience for the last time today.

You and Iggy will cuddle up on a soft hotel bed and watch a Disney movie or something and have a self-care night.

Do a face mask. Realign your chakras. Enjoy strange flavours of gum. Live your best life.

Iggy is suprisingly okay with this turn of events. He lays in your lap and lets you pet him. Finally, he has found peace.

The men are distraught grumpy about missing out on this. Open the door, please. They're sorry, they promise they won't fuck up and do any stupid shit without listening to you again. Please!

Bonus Card:

IV. THE EMPORER

Baby, he's never wanted to do anything more in his life. He swears! Hol Horse loves taking time to unwind with you!

You already know this man is going to try to charm you with a spaghetti western. Fistful of Dollars it is.

THIS AIN'T HIS FIRST RODEO. He's already got all the pieces together to make this a proper romantic night. Popcorn? Check. Comfy seating? Check. Cologne? Check. Handsome smile? Baby, you're screwed.

Takes it slow, lets you make the first move. Will make you swoon.

Like a bandit, he is gone in the morning, with a note telling you he'll be back again soon and to keep him in your heart. ♡

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #part 3 #mohammed avdol #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #iggy jjba #hol horse #jean pierre polnareff x reader #kujo jotaro x reader #kakyoin noriaki × reader #joseph joestar x reader #old joseph joestar #muhammad avdol x reader #hol horse × reader #ramblingsfromzawarudo

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pollenallergie · 4 months

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cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

#is this anything???#this does not mean i’m taking requests again!! just that i’m going back to answer old ones!!!#ask and i shall reply #RJ <3 #older!tom grant #tom grant #tom grant smut #tom grant x reader #older!tom grant smut #older!tom grant x reader #older au #tom grant make up #make up (2019)#joseph quinn characters #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant x you #older!tom grant x you #joseph quinn x you #moots my beloved <3

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Eddie loves passing notes with you in class

#reposted from eddienbird (my old account)#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie pov #joseph quinn

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seedofjoseph · 10 months

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On the nights that the Father allows you to step inside of his hut, you allow yourself to crawl out of your shell.

‘Let me see you, child,’ he orders you to take off the mask and watches you strip yourself before him. ‘Let me feel you,’ he becons you as he reaches out his warm hands towards your burning cheeks and your whole body quakes at first contact. ‘Let me touch you,’ he demands as he draws your face closer to his and pushes you down into the fur pelts.

On the nights that the Father invites you into his hut, you barge into his chest and lock yourself between his arms.

‘Let me hear you,’ he licks his chapped lips, his tongues having just escaped yours after you tried to suck it in whole. ‘Let me hear it,’ he breathes into your mouth as it widens with a whine. ‘Speak to me, child.’

Only on the nights that he takes you inside his hut and you take him inside of yourself, do the words you swords off leave you.

‘Father,’ you choke out of your sore throat. ‘Father,’ you smother yourself into the crook of his neck, your wet cheek chaffing against his corse beard. ‘Father,’ you sink your teeth into the dry skin of his shoulder as he buries between your wet thighs.

The morning after, the Father would make you beg for forgiveness, make you atone for the envy that made your teeth itch to mark him for all his other children to see. The morning after, you’ll swallow your words, hide your face and walk behind him like a shadow.

Only on the nights you’re inside the Father’s hut do you get to be heard and have your prayers answered.

#far cry 5 #far cry: new dawn #joseph seed #the judge #the deputy #joseph seed x judge #joseph seed x deputy #joseph seed x reader #I did it #I made my self-insert bite that old man’s shoulder #fanfic #my fic

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twary · 2 years

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May I have reader reacting to the crusaders gently kissing them? Like, reader didn't expect this kind of kissing, because they are like, big and buff men that are always read to fight? ;)

And how would they start the kiss and how would it feel?

MY HEART IS WAAARM! Thanks for this lovely request, dear anon🥺😫✨

Oh, the boys obviously already have feeling for the reader And...Well, this post got much, much more longer than i thought it would be, sorry (＞人＜；) (but omg, i love this post so much, thanks againg for this request! 🥺💜)

Oh, there is a little sdc spoiler on Jotaro's part‼

There's a lot of love and fluff ahead, enjoy :3

Cut for length~

Jotaro

Today, you and Jotaro are sharing a room, usually u have a room just for you but the hotel was almost full, so there were only two rooms available, Joseph and Avdol are in one and, obviously, you and Jotaro on the other. Unfortunately Kakyoin was still in the hospital due to the fight with N'Doul.

Also, you're feeling a little off, so is good to spend the night with someone in the room. Jotaro is not the talkative tipe, but still, you can say that you two get along well.

It was his turn to shower, you were the first. Already in your pajamas you hit the bed, you fall asleep very quick.

When Jotaro gets out of the shower he spots you all sweaty with a very bad expression for who is sleeping pacefully "Oi, wake up!" He shakes you a little until you're awake, by the look on your face it was not a good dream. He put his hand on your forehead "You've said earlyer that you was not feeling so good, right? Your face is hot, must be a fever" He doesn't say anything more before going to the bathroom again and returning with a wet towel, wich he gently places on your forehead "I'll bring you some medicine, don't get up" But before he could go you grab his wrist, you were clearly scared.

He sat by your side and waited for you to tell him what were you feeling and why were you so desperate. You told him about your nightmare while some little tears were falling down. When you end telling him about it you are a little afraid of what a man like him would think of you: afraid of a nightmare? Are you a kid now?

He puts his hand on your right cheek and wipe a tear with his thumb, you were suprised by his action, it was the last thing that you expected. While you were lost in your thoughs, he slowly approached you lips with his, he took his time, the kiss is slow, soft and yet passionate. Your heart skips a beat when he leaves your lips alone making you realize what just happened.

"Maybe with this you can have good dreams now" He leaves the room to get your medicines leaving you lost in the kiss that he just gave u. A little time pass and he is back, he gives u the medicine, a glass of water and wait for you to take it. When you're done he puts the glass on a table near by and lay beside you. With no futher explanation, he close his eyes "Good night"

You were paralized for a second, but then you lay dow with him and, a little automatically, take his hand, you can feel that this suprised him, but then a smile form on his face (and maybe a little blush too). You had good dreams that night.

Kakyoin

It was a beautiful morning, you and the crusaders are in the hotel, you would stay until the afternoon, then take a train to continue the journey to egypt.

After the brakfast, you decide to take a little time to relax, this trip is stressful and you barely have time do breath a little, so, at least until you all catch the train, you decided to calm your mind and body.

You took a book from the hotel shelf and headed down to the pool, what could be more peaceful? You sit by a little table with two chairs and a umbrella in it. The wind was refreshing and the sun was bright.

Some time passes and you hear a familiar voice from the chair next to yours: "Oh, i've already read that one! I can say that the plot is really good" You took a little jumpscare, you are so into the book that you haven't even heard him approaching. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Of all the boys, Kak was the closest to you, he was always very friendly.

The book was put aside, chatting with Kakyoin is awesome, especially cuz you two have the same taste for some stuff, so the chat flows very easly. In a certain poin of the conversation you mention a book that you've read once, it was he's favorite "Did you like it too? I'm glad, some people just hate all the cliché in this book" You told him that when you were younger you wanted to live those clichés that were always in books or movies, but now you understand that this all is just fictional.

"You think so?" You nod. He takes a moment and stares at you and then get up "W-What about i prove that you're wrong then? He is clearly shy, his ears are a little red, but his expression is serious, his hand reach yours by the small table, he intertwining his fingers with yours. He has a determined face with shine in his eyes.

His lips finally mets yours, they are soft. The kiss is a little hesitant at first, but then it turns out to be really sweet, gentle and lovely. When the kiss end his face is full red, even himsef can't believe he made this, but even with it, he manages to keep his composture "*ahem* I'm heading back inside to see if Mr.Joestar and the other need something before we leave, excuse me" His voice is a little low and he avoids looking into your eyes.

He doesn't have talked to you since then, until you were all on the train in this afternoon. Kakyoin sat by your side still avoiding your eyes "Listen, i just wanted to apologize for earlier, i-" Before he can say anything more you hug him. You can feel his face turning red, he is hesitant to hug you back but then his arms slowly rest over you "So you feel that way too, huh?". You don't even have to see his face to tell that he is smiling.

Polnareff

He was the one who had to go buy some stuff for the group in a market near by the hotel that all of you are in for today.

We all know very well what happens when Pol is alone around the town, so your task is to go shopping with him today, just in case.

Obviously he's all happy that you're coming with him! All the shopping process is full of silly jokes and laughs, he is the best at making you laugh and go for a bad mood to a really good one. Once he told you that he likes ur smile.

You two are already in the hotel hall, when those silly moments of joy with him and the others sudenly crosses your mind...It can end at any moment, after all, you and the crusaders are all targets of skilled and powerfull stand users. You really doesn't want to lose them...

Seems like Polnareff sense your worry, after all, he is the crusader who most spend time and talk with you, he already knows you very well...He hold your hands and get closer: "Chéri, whatever you're worried about, you can always count on your knight in shining armor!" His tone is funny and he's with a silly face on, clearly trying to make you laugh. It is strange to see such a buff man like this.

"And you know? You were much more prettier this morning" When you're about to say something he kisses you, is fast, but gently and sweet enough "Because you were smiling, mon amour"

You're static in the same place, that was very sudenly and now you don't know what to think-

When you come back to your mind you can see he running away with a smile, u can almost feel that all this kiss thing was planned...Well, who cares, after all, now you're smiling too.

Avdol

You and your friends are already in Egypt, the end is finally forming...It's already night and there is no hotel neither a city near by, you all decide to camp for tonight.

Polnareff and Jotaro are putting the tends up, Joseph and Kakyoin are cheking the food and water for the dinner and you and Avdol are responsible for setting up the bonfire. There are some papers in your stuff that u don't mind burning, so let's go.

You two are sit side by side, Avdol already set the fire and you are throwing some papers to keep it-"Hmm...This doesn't seems to be righ-OUCH!" Polnareff was in the ground with the whole tend on top of him, the noise was more loud than you could imagine.

Kakyoin is the fisrt who breaks the silence "Oh my god HAHAHA- How can you-HAHA *ahem* I-I mean, are you okay?" Kak's still giggling while offering his hand to help Pol to get up but he just pull the cherry boy to the groung too "You're laughing at what, huh? You can't even stand-" Before Polnareff could end the phrase a pillow hit his face "Oh no, now you asked for it!" And like that, a pillow fight starts, it doesn't take too long for Jotaro and Joseph get involved too.

You and Avdol can't help but laugh at all this situation: "Everyone was so stressed out about what we gonna face...Is really good to see that a simple moment like that can bring up smiles, isn't it?" He have a soft smile on his face.

You two keep talking while laughter echoes in the background, the mood is very light and warm, especially 'cause Avdol is beside you, is very easy for you to feel comfortable around him, even if he was a little intimidating at first.

Suddenly you spot a picture of you and your family behind some of your papers. In this moments the laughs seems to fade and you stop. It can't be helped, you just left whitout futher explanation and maybe never come back to they. You miss your family and worry about them.

it's almost instantly that Avdol notices your sad expression and the forming tears "Hey..." The tone of his voice is calm, but a little sad...He gentle ups your head in his direction by the chin and place a soft, warm and, especially, comforting kiss in your lips. Slowly, he distances his lips from yours keeping your chin up "I can't make the happy moments last forever neither the sad ones go away, but i really want to make you happy in all of them" His words are like honey and the look on his face is soft.

When you're opening you mouth to tell him about your feelings a pillow hits Avdol. Obviously the pillow fight won't end anytime soon, but that's okay, 'cause this moments are priceless, especially with this man by your side.

Joseph

It is a pretty calm day, you and Joseph are in the town, there is not a particular reason, he just felt like having a little time alone with you, since you joined the crusaders he was very gentle and friendly with you, he says that talking and be around you is calming, after all, you and the crusaders already faced several powerful enemies and went through really stressful situations.

Your eyes spoted the window of a bakery, the good looking cakes took your attention and for a little second you stop to see them, that's when Joseph notices that you stoped waking beside him and come back to see what are tou looking at "Oh, do you want some? They look very yummy" Before you could refuse (cuz he already have spend money asf on this trip) he completes: "To be honest i was really wanting to eat something sweet these days...Cmon, let's get inside" And practically drags you inside.

There are a lot of goodies that make you eyes sparkle, they seem divine! You look for Joseph to ask what is he getting, but he is already with a bunch of food in a outdoor table waving at you.

The first one he wanted you to eat was the cake that you saw in the window; it was a strawberry cake with whippedcream and a really pretty chocolate decoration. He took a plate and cut a slice for you and him, he already took a bite. When you were reaching for yours, he stoppped you. "Now, close your eyes and say 'aaah'" You roll your eyes, but that's okay, he's with a big smile, he is happy! You're definitelly not gonna ruin this moment!

With you eyes closed you feel the cake in your mouth, so you close it, but then something soft reach your lips.

You open your eyes just to see Joseph kissing you, his lips taste like strawberry by the cake he ate. The kiss is very tender. He is with a big smile "The sweetest, isn't it?" He has a little of a joke tone in his words.

You place a hand in your lips to clean the whippedcrem he left on it, you are trying to act normal, but your face is red and now you're shy "Hey, don't worry, actually, you're the sweetest here" He is very good with words, and very good on making you feeling like a blushing mess too "You won't help me eat all this?"

Oh god, in this day you two have ate so much you could explode! But of all the sweets you tried today, Joseph is still your favorite.

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i don’t know where this is from but it’s so cute

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #dom!joseph quinn #daddy!joseph quinn #daddy!joseph quinn x sub!reader #dom!joseph x sub!reader #i don’t know who’s post it is originally I just have this ss from my old blog :(

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WOOHP + Fundação Speedwagon unindo forças para derrotar Dio Brando.

Sinopse: Devido a ocorrências estranhas ao redor do mundo envolvendo habilidades sobrenaturais, a maior agência de super espiões fez uma parceria com a Speedwagon em troca de informações privilegiadas sobre o caso Gray Fly. Ao verem que o buraco é mais em baixo, você, uma espiã extremamente capacitada da WOOHP, se une aos chamados "Stardust Crusaders" em uma jornada de 50 dias no Egito visando derrotar um dos seres mais perigosos que já existiu.

Stardust Crusaders X Agente da WOOHP! Leitora

Avisos: palavrões, a leitora possui um stand; mas não é utilizado, menções implícitas a agressão/morte.

"Então, deixe-me ver se entendi." Você questionou seu chefe, Jerry, claramente incrédula pela grande quantia de informações que recebeu em menos de 5 minutos. "Você quer que eu viaje até o Egito com 5 caras para derrotar um vampiro?! UM FODENDO VAMPIRO?! houve alguma atualização no mundo que perdi?" Essa última parte soava sarcástica, não era sua intenção ser rude com alguém que considerava profundamente, porém a coisa toda soava loucura.

O mais velho deu um suspiro cansado, desde sua primeira reunião com a Fundação Speedwagon, as coisas não tem sido fáceis para o administrador da WOOHP, algo que começou com a simples suspeita de um idoso causar mortes que parecessem acidentais, escalou para um vampiro querendo controlar o mundo com o auxílio de uma bruxa com uma flecha mágica e alguns lacaios. Honestamente, depois que isso acabasse, Jerry tiraria umas férias merecidas.

"Eu sei, parece loucura, mas é a realidade. Aparentemente, houve muitas coisas acontecendo nos bastidores que nem mesmo nós ficamos sabendo até recentemente." Ele respondeu, sua voz em tom tão profissional como sempre, quase como se nada mais o abalasse nesse trabalho, mas você o conhecia melhor, mesmo com a máscara estoica estava claro que o homem se sentia inapto para lidar com a situação. Apesar de ser seu superior, o relacionamento que tinha com o homem lembrava o de um pai com sua filha, essa missão é demasiada perigosa, muitos funcionários da Speedwagon morreram sem nem entrarem no combate frente-a-frente. Ele não queria te enviar nela, se o pior acontecesse, seria como perder alguém de seu próprio sangue, mas de todos os espiões, você era a mais qualificada.

A garota se sentou no confortável banco circular almofadado, ouvindo atentamente os detalhes da missão.

"Não sabemos muito sobre o vampiro, exceto que é irmão adotivo de Jonathan" Antes que você questionasse de quem Jerry estava falando, esclareceu. "Parente de dois membros do seu grupo." A jovem soltou um pequeno "ah", antes que a explicação continuasse "E roubou o corpo dele." A espiã tinha muitas dúvidas de como isso aconteceu, porém perante uma história tão bizarra, não fazia sentido se prender aos mínimos detalhes. "Não sabemos os poderes dele, então todo o cuidado é pouco." Advertiu.

"Alguma vez eu não tomei cuidado?" Questionou-o, colocando a mão no peito e uma expressão chocada falsamente ofendida.

"Eu realmente preciso responder?" Argumentou, você decidiu se calar.

Jerry aproveitou seu silêncio para lhe dar informações de seus colegas de equipe, colocando uma foto de cada membro junto ao relatório de cada um deles no telão.

"Eles são uns gatinhos, hein?" Deixou escapar, fazendo com que o mais velho lhe olhasse com uma expressão séria, desaprovando seu comportamento.

"Por favor!" O idoso fala em tom critico. "Essa tarefa é diferente de tudo que já vimos, não leve as coisas tão levianamente."

"Relaxe, coroa." A garota disse em tom descontraído, só usando esse apelido por ter amizade com Jerry. "Ir ao Egito, bater nos lacaios do vampiro, bater no vampiro e voltar para a casa. O que poderia dar errado?" perguntou com um sorriso no rosto.

O superior deu um suspiro cansado.

"Ao terminar a missão, será elevada para uma espiã de nível A." Ele comentou, fazendo com que a boca da mais nova se abrisse em descrença ao que isso implicava:

Agentes de nível A são do mais alto escalão, cujo o maior beneficio é possuir um cartão Black da WOOHP, em outras palavras, dinheiro infinito, pois quem saldava as dívidas eram os governos de todo o mundo, afim de garantir os serviços da rede de espiões em seus países.

"Viagem paga, 50 dias com caras gostosos e viver como se tivesse nascido herdeira quando voltar? Finalmente um trabalho que farei com prazer." comentou brincando, fazendo com que Jerry se aproximasse e colocasse a mãos nos seus ombros.

"Eu te imploro, tome cuidado. Te perder seria como ficar sem uma filha." Você queria fazer alguma piada sobre esse lado emocional do idoso normalmente estoico, porém ao ver seus olhos marejados e expressão desesperada percebeu que o homem estava falando sério, tomado por nada mais que melancolia por te colocar em algo tão mortal.

A garota o puxou para um abraço, ficando assim por alguns segundos.

"Eu tomarei."

Vocês dois foram escolher os apetrechos.

Abdul:

Ele não sabia a diferença entre um informante normal da Speedwagon e um agente da WOOHP, então quando te viu pela primeira vez não entendeu o porquê te colocaram na linha de frente, já que aos olhos dele era apenas uma pessoa normal com um Stand inapto para os combates que viriam.

A opinião dele mudou bruscamente quando viu suas habilidades e descobriu que aqueles itens que levava na bolsa não eram o que pareciam, se sentindo como se estivesse assistindo um filme de ação ao ver toda sua performance utilizando uma mochila-a-jato em formato de coração e um clipe de cabelo que se transformou em boomerang.

A tecnologia do seu trabalho é impressionante, o egípcio está curioso sobre todos os apetrechos, além de suas histórias de criminosos com itens semelhantes.

O objeto que mais o surpreende sem sombras de dúvidas é o pó compacto, é chocante como algo tão pequeno possui mecanismos de comunicação, banco de dados de todo o mundo, rastreamento, teletransporte, projeção, disfarce, dentre outros.

Não tem nenhum problema em assumir que desde que você chegou, ele foi rebaixado para o segundo membro mais inteligente ao invés do primeiro.

Confia na sua intuição de espiã completamente. Apesar de terem idade próxima, é extremamente claro que a garota é a mais vivida.

Sempre que compartilhavam um quarto, aproveitava a oportunidade para sanar todas as dúvidas, querendo saber absolutamente tudo sobre suas missões passadas, especialmente as que aconteceram no Egito, inclusive pediu uma cópia do livro que Jerry te deu referente aos mistérios do país das pirâmides.

ÚNICO do grupo que você deixou utilizar seus apetrechos.

Provavelmente Jerry ofereceria uma vaga como espião a ele quando a jornada acabar.

Jotaro:

O mais descrente que você era o reforço que a Speedwagon mandou, seu stand era tão útil quanto o de Holly.

Ele foi quem deixou mais claro que não entendia a sua presença aqui, literalmente verbalizando que esperava que mandassem alguém com poderes decentes.

Quando te viu utilizando os apetrechos, percebeu que te julgou muito precocemente, sua habilidade de espiã é indiscutivelmente poderosa em combate.

O neto de Joseph chegou a lhe pedir desculpas, com isso quero dizer que soltou um "yare yare daze"/"mas que saco" junto a dois tapinhas no ombros após o conflito.

Como um grande fã da vida marinha, tem como item favorito o Batom de Oxigênio, além do fato de que respirar embaixo d'água é uma experiência incrível, esse objeto fez com que batalhas contra inimigos como o Falso Capitão Tennille e Midler acabassem mais rápido, já que a principal vantagem deles foi anulada.

Tem certa curiosidade sobre seus equipamentos de trabalho e missões, mas diferente da maioria não te perguntava diretamente sobre, apenas prestava atenção no seu manuseio e ouvia atentamente quando contava alguma história para o grupo ou algum membro especifico.

Nunca tocou nos seus apetrechos sem permissão.

Ao final da jornada, recebeu auxílio da WOOHP junto a Polnareff para descobrir o mistério da flecha, além de informações referentes a Josuke e Giorno.

Kakyoin:

Assim como Abdul, não entendia a função da garota aqui. Nada pessoal, ele apenas achava seu stand muito inofensivo para ataques.

Todavia ficou muito mais chocado que o egípcio ao perceber que a jovem não foi recrutada pelos seus poderes, mas por suas habilidades de espiã.

É um grande amante de obras geek que abordam agentes secretos, então ver com os próprios olhos como realmente eram as coisas o fez agir meio fanboy (embora mais discreto e tímido).

Constantemente pedia para você mostrar como funcionava os apetrechos, além de te comparar com personagens do gênero.

Curioso sobre suas histórias de aventura, é impressionante a quantia de crimes inacreditáveis ao redor do mundo que ficaram embaixo dos panos para não assustar a população.

O item que mais lhe surpreendia era o apagador de memória da WOOHP, simplesmente inacreditável demais para ser verdade.

Quando isso tudo acabar, provavelmente lhe pediria para indica-lo em seu trabalho, a viagem ao Egito fazendo-o perceber que gosta de lutar contra o mal frente-a-frente.

Polnareff:

Comportamento paquerador ao perceber que o reforço era do sexo feminino.

Ele não entendia porque ela foi recrutada, mas diferente de certas pessoas nunca verbalizou isso.

Constantemente ficava ao seu lado em lutas por imaginar que você precisaria de um cavaleiro de armadura brilhante, porém imagine a surpresa do francês ao te ver derrotar um inimigo usando nada mais que um perfume.

Ao descobrir que seus itens na verdade são aparelhos tecnológicos, teve vontade de experimentar e o fez. Usuários de stand passaram a ser um problema medíocre comparado a Polnareff ativando seu batom a laser e acertando a mão protética de Joseph.

Um desajeitado "Ops, foi mal." com a mão atrás das costas foi tudo que o velho recebeu.

Outro amante do pó compacto, embora por razões bem mais fúteis que Abdul. O homem simplesmente adorava como você podia mudar de traje rapidamente, por consequência, dando-lhe mais oportunidades para dizer como a roupa ficava linda em você.

Tentou virar um agente da rede de espiões, mas foi recusado (injustamente se o perguntar.), porém recebeu informações privilegiadas como Jotaro.

Joseph:

Impressionantemente já conhecia a WOOHP, embora não soubesse todos os detalhes, exceto que eram espiões que trabalhavam para o mundo todo.

Não teve nenhuma dúvida referente as suas capacidades quando chegou, por mais que seu stand servisse apenas para coisas de rotina, confiava que a Speedwagon não enviaria alguém inapto como reforço para a missão.

Quando te viu utilizando os apetrechos, a teoria foi confirmada.

A única razão que contribuiu para que ele não ficasse completamente chocado com um simples secador criando uma rajada de vento tão forte que jogou os inimigos a quilômetros de distância, é ter conhecido Stroheim e ver o potencial de tecnologias governamentais ao vivo.

Apesar de ser um grande entusiasta do pó compacto e suas funções, o laquê congelante é seu item favorito, congelar os inimigos e destrui-los com o Hermit Purple é bastante prático, além de dar uma refrescada no clima quente do Egito.

Devido a sua intuição de espiã, vocês dois entram em conflito com uma certa frequência caso discordem sobre quem era o inimigo, tanto Joseph quanto a jovem eram pessoas com vivência de derrotarem seres super-humanos com looks bizarros, então era palpite contra palpite.

Uma vez pegou escondido sua boina planadora da mochila.

Ele ficou horas gritando por ajuda enquanto flutuava no teto do quarto por não saber desativar o objeto.

Quando os outros Crusaders vieram ao resgate, ninguém se incomodou de segurar o riso.

O Joestar definitivamente seria um bom amigo de Jerry, o comportamento sério mas periodicamente brincalhão lembrava o de Caesar.

IGGY:

A principio, te tratava assim como qualquer outro membro do grupo, ou seja, ignorando completamente sua existência e periodicamente roubando sua comida.

Porém, o comportamento do cachorro mudou magicamente após ouvir uma conversa sua com Abdul sobre como o porco de estimação de uma tal de Alex era bem cuidado pela WOOHP, além de como você pensava em adotar um animal de estimação quando subisse de cargo ao a missão ser finalizada.

Ele não era interesseiro, mas para um cachorro que foi abandonado na rua, receber afeto diário, possuir uma cama e alimentação todo dia era demasiado tentador.

Então o Boston Terrier passou a ser mais complacente com você, até permitindo carinho na cabeça sem morder seu dedo e te defendendo em lutas.

Apesar das falhas, o pequeno só deseja uma vida normal.

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sl33paholics · 6 months

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Fading Hues of Affection

Old Joseph Joestar (4) x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): Mentions of infidelity (on Joseph's part) angst, and death

This is after Kira killed himself on the ambulance or wtv. Is it bad that I wrote this while listening to Christmas music? Shit be making me feel jolly while wirting sad stuff. Also, I realized while proofreading this shit sad asf I feel so bad for the old man

What a hot day.

The sun's relentless rays painted the sky in hues of intense blue. The air shimmered with waves of heat, and the parched earth craved relief. The distant hum of cicadas provided a soundtrack to the sweltering afternoon as people sought refuge in the shade, and the promise of a cooling breeze became a whispered wish on every sun-drenched lip.

The two of you were sitting at a park, seeking solace beneath the outstretched branches of a large oak tree on a bench. The grass beneath was dry, a muted green, mirroring the effects of the scorching sun. Despite the oppressive heat, a shared gaze and a subtle smile passed between you two, creating a small oasis of connection amid the sizzling summer day. The distant laughter of children playing on the swings and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a gentle counterpoint to the relentless heat, as if nature itself conspired to offer moments of respite.

"I haven't seen you in so long, (Y/N). Over 50 years, probably more?" Joseph mused, breaking the nostalgic silence. The words carried the weight of shared memories, and as you looked into each other's eyes, it was as if time had folded upon itself, revealing the echoes of a friendship that weathered the years. The laughter of children and the rustling leaves seemed to fade momentarily as the past and present intertwined beneath the shade of the oak tree. He asked, "It's a relief to see you in Japan; were you visiting?" His eyes, weathered by time, held a mix of curiosity and genuine warmth.

With a reminiscent smile, you replied, "Hmm~ yes, I was actually. I heard it was summer over here and I wanted to spend a few weeks here away from New York."

Joseph's gaze held a gentle understanding as he listened to your words. "New York to Japan, that's quite the journey. Sometimes, the pull of distant memories can guide us across continents," he mused, a subtle nod accentuating his sentiment.

"Sorry for not keeping in contact." He'd suddenly say, making you lower your gaze. "It's like one day I'm crashing my own funeral, next thing you know we're married with children going onto parenthood." The last part making you chuckle. A shared laughter that echoed with the familiarity of shared experiences.

With a soft smile, you replied, "Life has a way of fast-forwarding, ain't it? But here we 're, on a bench, catching up on the chapters we missed. No apologies needed, Joseph; our friendship has its own rhythm." You commented. The old guy couldn't help but smile a subtle acknowledgment of the shared understanding that time and distance hadn't diminished the camaraderie forged over decades.

"Oh, that brings me back to when I first met you. Suzi and I were eating out. Then bam! You and Caesar were out there groaning about practice, mainly you though," You continued, a playful glint in your eyes. The rustling leaves seemed to mimic the laughter that echoed through the park, as if nature itself shared in the amusement of that long-ago moment.

Joseph chuckled, "Ah, yes, those were the days. Little did we know how those casual encounters would lay the foundation for a lifetime of memories. The groans, the camaraderie, all of it—it feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?" You nodded in agreement, the oak tree stood witness, its branches cradling the tales of friendship that unfolded beneath its timeless shade.

It was quiet for a moment before the old Joestar spoke. "...you think Caesar would've been proud to see me today? See...us?" Joseph asked, his gaze reflecting a mix of nostalgia. The question hung in the air, carrying the weight of a friendship that had weathered in loss.

You met Joseph's eyes, a thoughtful expression on your face. "Absolutely, Joseph. He'd seen the strength that brought us to this moment. I believe Caesar would have been proud to see the friendship continuing, he's surely smiling down on us now." You put your hand on his back making a circular motion, a comforting gesture that echoed the years of understanding between you two.

A fat smile appeared on Joseph's face. Your touch felt so foreign to him, maybe because it's been forever since he's seen or heard from you. As your attention went elsewhere, he took his time to examine you. For your age, you looked beautiful. As if wrinkles and saggy old skin were allergic to even appear on your body, being in your 70s, you surely looked like you were still in your 20s. Your blown out afro once black now turned gray.

Joseph would be lying if he kept telling himself that he hadn't thought about you for so long. Those feelings he had once for you in his teens were "long gone." But there was no way he'd let himself act on it. He couldn't just let himself fall in love with someone else who didn't see him in that light and certainly wouldn't love him back. Especially since you're married. You're a wonderful woman – a great friend to him. Joseph didn't want to make those same mistakes he did with Suzi. It wouldn't be fair to her.

"Thanks for everything." Joseph would say, making you bring your attention back to him. "No problem, I heard you're returning back to America, so you won't be here for much longer. Tell Suzi I said hello." His heart felt like it was breaking into pieces when he had to slip away from you once more to go back home.

"Of course! She'd love to know that I got to talk to you. We'll have lots of time to talk once we're in America," Joseph let out a laugh before his ring tone went off. "An important phone call?" You'd ask, watching him stand up with the help of his cane. "The boat leaves today. I wish we could talk more, but I have to get going." He gave you a sad smile, knowing that the conversation would come to an end.

"We'll meet again in the States, right?" You asked. Joseph could only nod in response. "Then I'll speak to you once my vacation is over." You stood up as well, giving the old guy a bear hug. Your scent was intoxicating. Joseph didn't want you to let go. He missed you too much. "You take care now, okay? You can call me anytime." The older man couldn't hide the tears in his eyes as he held you close.

Joseph squeezed your hands one last time before he made his departure. You waved before looking down at your dress, seeing small wet marks. You weren't sure if you should wipe them. Should you tell Joseph? You wouldn't want to embarrass him. If only you knew the feelings that old fox had for you for all these years.

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rougepancake · 11 months

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Duvet

Experiencing the “there’s only one bed” trope with them

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, J.P. Polnareff, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, & Joseph Joestar

Warnings: Just fluff. I don’t have it in my heart to make this smutty 😭 Not proofread

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows good and well that Joseph is the whore behind all of this 😭

As soon as he gets to the room and realizes that you’re all set up he wants nothing more than to pass away and die

Like you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and he’s like FUCK

The funny part is he got shitfaced like two weeks prior to this and accidentally told Joseph that he would smash you if given the opportunity

So there you are. Standing in front of each other in total awkward silence as you both figure out what to do

“Would you like the bed for tonight?” He asks slowly, shifting uncomfortably as he stand before you. To his surprise, you only shrug in response.

“Nah. I’ll take the floor.” You turned your back to him and pulled a robe over your body, dropping the towel underneath it before looking back at him. “Plus don’t you have back problems or something??”

He stopped. How did you remember that? He had told you that when he first met you, as a way to make conversation, not in any serious connotation.

“R-Right…” He cleared his throat and looks down at you, giving you a stern look before speaking once again. “But it’s not good for you to sleep on the floor.”

“So what? You wanna share the bed then?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What-“

“What?!”

He instantly regretted saying that I kid you not

Like he’s freaking out BIG TIME and is praying he just spontaneously dies in his sleep tonight

What if he does something in his sleep??? What is he sleep talks and accidentally confesses????

Yeah my guy is having an internal panic attack

Once you guys get around to getting to bed, he stays strictly on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. He wants to give you as much space as possible

But the mf wakes up holding you in his arms

Almost fucking dies because you’re still asleep and he almost shouted

The sight warms his heart though, so he allows himself to stay this way until you wake up

Then neither of you speak of it again

But you both kick Joseph’s ass afterwards

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

WHORE

He did this himself and failed at it so bad you guys

He was like “oh no I suppose we’ve got no other choice but to sleep in the same bed together”

You told him to sleep on the floor

Was genuinely offended but let you win because he thinks you’re hot

“Oh my, look at this situation we’ve gotten ourselves into.” He teased, smirking as he watched you set your stuff on the hotel bed.

“You mean you.”

“Pardon?”

You turned around and glared at him, rolling your eyes at his ignorance. “I know you set this up. Now suffer and sleep on the floor.” You pointed to a nearby corner, smirking as you teased him.

“You’re cruel.”

“Thanks.”

Is a big baby about it and eventually guilt trips you into letting him up onto the bed

Cries with relief when you cave

He snores so loudly that it makes you regret everything

Also cuddles in his sleep and you have to keep pushing him away but he’s like a fucking brick 😭

Rolls over at one point and nearly crushes you but plays it off in the morning

He’s batting his eyelashes and shit when he wakes up as if he slept like a cute little baby

You beat his ass LOL

Never heard the end of it from Joseph

JOTARO KUJO

Kakyoin set him up and he knew it as soon as he walked into the room

You had just gotten settled when you saw him walk in there

And holy shit was he pissed

Or he looked that way

He was projecting his embarrassment poorly

Naturally, there was one bathroom and one bed (which he hated)

He does not like the idea of forced proximity but deals with it because he’s got no other choice

So the question comes up of “do we share the bed or do we both sleep on the floor?” Cause lord knows you’re both too stubborn to let the other sleep on the floor alone

“What’s the plan for tonight?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his hat covering his eyes as he stood, which made it difficult for you to get a read on how he was feeling.

But his ears were red.

“I was just going to take the floor.” You shrugged, grabbing a towel before you walked over to the bathroom. “I don’t mind.” You closed the door behind you and he couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you just being so comfortable with this.

“You’re not taking the floor. I will.” He tells you through the door, and you scoff in response.

“You’re not taking the floor either then.” You grumble and turn on the water.

He pauses and has this brief moment of ‘so what now’ but once he gets what you’re insinuating he feels his heart fall to his stomach. What if he snores? Or crushes you?? Oh he’s so gonna kick Kakyoin’s ass if he makes it out of this alive.

Stays as far away from you as possible when it comes time to sleep. He’s got a good poker face but GOD DAMN his heart is about to explode

The two of you talk a little until you fall asleep mid conversation, which he finds annoying but doesn’t mind that much bc he’s a cutie

You wind up spooning him in your sleep and MY GOD he loves it

Dude would spend the rest of his life in your arms if he had the option

He sleeps like a rock though, so once he’s out, he’s out

But you wake up to Star Platinum poking your cheek and Jotaro asleep in your arms, which is such a beautiful sight 😩

Makes you wish you had a camera, but you just sit there and enjoy the moment

When he wakes up he makes you swear not to tell anyone about what happened

Secretly hopes that Kak has the balls to do this again

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

He gets to the room first and sets his stuff down on the bed, when you walk in after him he swears he’s going to have a stroke

It’s not that he minds or anything but what the hell???

All things considered, he plays it off pretty well. He’s smooth in the way he handles it and even offers to take the floor if you want him to

All the alarms in his head are blaring but he’s fine dw

The original smooth operator

Refuses to even let you suggest sleeping in the floor or anywhere else- you’re already here so why not just stay?

“So how are we going to do this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, a soft smirk on his lips.

“I was going to j-“

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You paused and looked at him, seemingly offended by how he interrupted you.

“Surely it’s not good for your back.” He shrugged it off and patted the spot beside him. “Why don’t we just share the bed instead? That way no one has to sleep on the floor.”

“…fine.”

If you have any form of routine before bed, expect him to join you or help you out

This is his chance and my man is NOT throwing it away

Would do your hair if you asked him to

Probably reads before bed, so don’t be surprised if his side of the room is still lit up after you go to sleep

Subconsciously gives you head pats while you sleep next to him; catches himself and wants to die

At some point he finally decides to stop reading and grow a pair, rolling over onto his side and gently wrapping his arms around your waist

He loves the closeness, and loves being able to bury his head in the crook of your neck

It almost doesn’t feel real to him, but he’s happy that it is

When you wake up he teases you about how you slept like- “you snore” or “I thought you were gonna kick me off the bed”

Unlike the others, he’ll bring it up from time to time just to mess with you

JOSEPH JOESTAR

WHORE (pt. 2)

He set it up himself thinking he was about to be smooth and it went horribly wrong

Like as soon as you see him walk into the room you’re like “fuck”

But not in a ‘omg he’s so hot I can’t even’ type of way it’s more like ‘oh god no it’s Joseph’

“Oh my god!! There’s only one bed!!” He pretended to be shocked, his hands coming up to his face as he feigned surprise. “What’ll we do?!?”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” With the way you said it, it was clear that you weren’t going to accept any other answer.

“Wha- are you sure? It’s not good for your back, or your anything for that matter.” He did his best to argue, but you shot him a glare and began setting up on the floor.

“Yep. I’m pretty sure.”

He’s never felt so defeated in his entire life

Like ever

Bro wishes he was as smooth as Kakyoin 🤭

Keeps hinting at it periodically, but gives up when you stop responding to him

Eventually, you fall asleep on the floor, your face buried into the pillow that you had taken off the bed

He decides to pull a funny and pick you up while you rest, setting you on the bed and covering you up before taking your spot on the floor

When you wake up you have a slight change of heart, but he’s still a whore so you’re not having any of it

Brings it up from time to time and his bullied by Polnareff and Avdol for failing so hard

They won’t ever let him forget

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oncasette · 1 year

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old money! eddie who gets your initials tattooed on his hip bone. eddie who has you staying over most nights because his parents barely keep track of him, let alone his guests. eddie who gives you free coke, but only if you ask for it nicely. eddie who rips all your underwear because he can “buy you nicer ones, anyway.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #old money!eddie #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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the vampire appeared before the devout believer to satisfy a craving for mischief, but as all clichés go, he found himself attached

he poked fun at your stubborn devotion, certain it would someday pass. he’d walked through life after and thought he knew better

but you remained pious even when the rumors spread of you keeping a demon’s company, even when you asked him not to leave despite the stigma, even when the church ostracized you

he couldn’t stand to watch you give your heart to a place that continuously hurt you. in one last act of selfishness he took your mortality and said,

“how long are you willing to stay faithful to your god? it’s me you’ll be spending an eternity with now”

#from an old discord chat :^) hi basil if you see this #i just remembered it recently and went AH... AHHH!!! all over again #idv imagines #identity v #idv photographer #joseph desaulniers x you #joseph desaulniers x reader

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Chapter 5 || Eddie Munson

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: Eddie goes to Y/N for comfort, but finds out that she needs comfort herself too.

Warnings: the Chrissy-accident, nightmare, mean talk; a lot of comfort and domesticity; fluff and feelings finally being considered!! (which isn't really a warning, just a hurray!). oh, yes, lousy writing as always.

WC: 5719

A/N: this chapter was challenging to write. I have a plan for the following few chapters, also. hopefully, you will like them like the first ones. also, thank you for your support, especially those that have messaged me and left a comment! I really, really appreciate it <;3

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“Eddie?” She looked at the man lying on her floor, taking a few steps towards him, but still gripping onto the heavy book in her hand, ready to throw it if it turned out to be someone else. However, when the man eventually pulled himself up, he looked shocked, freak out. At that point Y/N threw the book unto her bed and ran to him, not sure what to say or do. “Eddie, why are you here? Is everything okay?” Eddie didn’t answer. He wouldn’t even look at her, and not like when he was embarrassed of his blushing cheeks or he was trying to hide a smirk. He was shaking. “Hey, Eddie. It’s okay. Whatever it was, it's gone. You’re here with me now, okay?” This time she didn’t try and wait for any form of response, she just took him by the hand and guided him to her bed, making room for him to sit there. “Can I bring you anything? Water? A cup of tea? Some warm milk, maybe?” She started making her way towards the door, but she was immediately stopped by Eddie grabbing her arm.

“Please, don’t leave me alone.” Eddie’s voice was shaking just as much as his body was, and Y/N’s heart broke. She had no idea what could have happened and she wasn’t sure forcing him to talk about it would be a good idea. So, she turned back around and walked in front of him. In all of those years of observing him from afar, she had never, ever imagined she would have ended up seeing him this shaken.

She stood there, in front of him, almost between his legs. She wanted to look at his face, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, but he kept hiding it from her. “I’m here, okay? I won’t leave. I promise.” She whispered, as she moved her hand to his hair, brushing them gently, trying to calm him down. Next thing she knew, Eddie’s arms snaked around her waists, pulling her closer to him and burying his face against her stomach. Y/N’s heart sank at the sight of the man shaking uncontrollably right there in front of her, and there wasn’t much she could do, so she just kept stroking his hair and his back, humming a random lullaby that came to her mind, in the hope it could help him calm down. However, she was completely shocked to feel wetness touch her skin through her t-shirt. At first, she was scared it might be blood, since he still hadn’t given her the chance to make sure he was okay, but soon she realised he was crying. “That’s it, love, you’re safe now.” She whispered and moved around in his embrace so that she could take a seat next to him, but he protested, too worried she was going to leave. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let me take a seat here, next to you.” She had never been this calm in her entire life. The previous summer, when all that shit with the Russians and the Mind Flayer went down, adrenaline had kicked in and she had acted like she was the daughter of Sherlock Holmes, G.I. Joe and MacGyver all together. But now, seeing Eddie like that, some sort of motherly impulse had taken control of her, and all she wanted to do was to make sure he was okay. Yes, she also wanted to know what had happened, so that she could kill whoever had done that to him. But first, Eddie. “How about you lie down and you put your head here, on my lap?” She put her hands on Eddie’s shoulders and guided him, until his head was on her legs. “That’s it. Good.” She whispered, moving hair out of his face, more as a way to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “Take deep breaths. You’re safe.” She could feel his hand gripping onto her leg, but she didn’t mind, he wasn’t hurting her. “Good. Very good.” She kept talking to him, to let him know she was still there, that she wasn’t going anywhere.

They stayed there, in that position for probably 10 minutes, Eddie’s head lying in her lap, him holding onto her legs, as she ever so gently caressed his cheek. Her hands were so soft, her fingers always a bit cold, even with the warm weather that spring had brought that year. But he didn’t mind the coolness as long as it was her hands. They stayed in silence, and he tried to match his breath to hers as much as possible. Eventually Eddie stopped shaking. The images were still there, the sounds so vivid, so alive in his head. But her presence grounded him enough to be able to stop whimpering whenever a sound came from outside her window.

At one point, her voice broke the silence, as soft and gentle as ever. “If you want to talk about it, just know that I’m here. When you’re ready.”

“You won’t believe me” He whispered. And he could already feel tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Not again, please.

“Try me.” Her reply was quick, which confused Eddie.

He stayed there with his head on her legs for a few more moment, but then decided to sit up. He immediately moved closer to her, leaving no room between their bodies, the urge to feel her body next to his was too strong. She was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. Eddie took her hand in his, intertwining his fingers with hers, his thumb stroking the soft skin of the back of her hand. He took a deep breath. He wanted to tell her. He needed to tell her, or he would go insane. “Her body was just, like, lifted into the air.” He spoke quietly, words coming out of his mouth almost like a whisper. “And, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air.” His eyes filled with tears just at the thought of what had happened. “And her bones… uh, she…” He whimpered. “Her bones started to snap. And her eyes. It… it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.” A tear slipped down his cheek. “I… I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her there.” He scoffed. “You think I’m crazy, right?”

Y/N shook her head, raising a hand to wipe away the tear from his face. “No, I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N! I know how this sounds!” He raised his voice. Why was she being this calm? Why wasn’t she disturbed or freaked out by this?

“I’m not bullshitting you, Eddie. I believe you.” She whispered. Her hand was still on his cheek, stroking it gently in a hope to calm him down. “And I know a few other people that would also believe you, starting with my brother.”

“Don’t bring your brother into this.” He almost begged. It might have been hard to believe, but he actually cared for Dustin Henderson. He cared about all the members of the Hellfire Club, they were his lost sheepies, as he would jokingly call them. But with him, with her brother, something had clicked, something different that he couldn’t really explain. And that was why he didn’t want to bring him into this. He was already risking way too much by telling her. But he needed her. He needed her like hell.

“Oh, honey, trust me: if you knew what my brother has been though in the last few years, you would want him to be here.” She said, offering him a kind smile. “As crazy as it may sound, Dustin’s my hero, and him and his friends have already saved this town three times at this point, but no one really knows that.” Eddie was extremely confused, and Y/N could see that. “Listen, what I’m about to tell you may be… difficult… to take in, okay? But you know how people say that Hawkins is… cursed? Well, they’re not… way off.” The confused expression didn’t leave the man’s face. “But I can’t explain it to you myself. You have to trust me, we need Dustin. He… he could explain everything to you. And I mean everything. He might even help you make sense of what you just went through. I know it’s sounds crazy but-”

“I trust you.” Eddie interrupted her, squeezing her hand and trying to move even closer to her. “But not right now, please. Right now, I just need to be with you. Only you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against her shoulder, a wordless way of asking for a hug.

She smiled, placing a quick kiss on his head, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and pulling him in. “Then we’ll ask him tomorrow, okay?”

“Thank you.” He whispered into her hair, pulling himself as close as possible to her for a few moments, before letting go.

“Hey, how about we make ourselves comfortable, uh?” She said, shifting around the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard. Eddie didn’t need much convincing, and immediately followed her, setting himself right next to her. He knew he had to give her space at some point, but at the same time he had to feel her presence, he had to have some sort of contact with her. Both their legs were stretched out over the covers, their shoulders pressed one’s against the other’s. “So,” She spoke after a few moments of silence. She didn’t really want to force him to talk about what he had just witnessed, but she was curious about one thing. “I don’t want to sound jealous or anything, but… could I ask you who this girl was?” She turned to look at him. “You obviously don’t own me anything, we barely went on a date. So, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s not-”

He interrupted her by grabbing her hand. “Chrissy Cunningham.” She knew she must have made a weird expression or something because of the face the man pulled in reaction. “She had approached me during lunch time to buy some… you know…”

“You can say it, it’s fine with me.” She reassured him.

“She wanted to buy weed.” He continued, starting to absentmindedly play with her fingers. “At least that’s what I thought she wanted. But then she asked me for something… stronger, and I don’t bring that kind of stuff to school, so I had to sell it to her tonight, after the game.” She nodded, and he wanted to die. Talking about his business in front of her made him feel ashamed. How could she want anything to do with someone like him? With a drug dealer? What did she see in him? “That’s why she came round to my place. I wasn’t cheating on you, I swear.”

“Eddie, we’re not together. You can do whatever you want.” She said, and it hurt her to say that. She obviously didn’t want him to go around and flirt with other people, she wanted him to spend time with her, to flirt with her, to kiss her. But that first part was true, they weren’t together.

Little did she know that Eddie was going through a very similar thought process. Yeah, well, I know we’re not together yet, but I don’t want to do whatever I want. Or, actually, I do want to do it, but that’s the thing. You are what I want. Not some other girl. He sighed. “Right…” He whispered, obviously disappointed.

After that, silence fell on the room. The only sounds were those coming from outside, the wind rustling the leaves, birds singing. Y/N shifted slightly so to be able to lay her head on his shoulder. But then Eddie moved too, opening his arms, as a way of inviting her to lay her head on his chest. She quickly raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile, before setting there. As she laid her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating. And it was beating like crazy. He must still be in shock, she thought to herself, as she wrapped her arms around his torso. She had imagined a moment like that hundreds of times, especially in the last few days, but she never thought it would have come after Eddie had witnessed a girl being possessed and killed by some invisible forces in mid-air. She had hoped it would have happened during a date, maybe a night-in at his place, watching a movie. He would be sitting at the end of the couch, leaning slightly against the arm rest. It would be late and she would start to feel sleepy. And he would notice, so he would call her name and gesture her to move closer, to settle against his chest. Then they would go on watching the movie like that, her arms around his waists, him playing with her hair, until she fell asleep. And maybe she would even stay over for the night. But that wasn’t a date. He was there because he needed comfort and support. And that was what she wanted to do: help him.

Her hands had found their way under his jacket, and were now lying on his side. She started to absentmindedly draw circles on his t-shirt, as she took in his now familiar scent. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, afraid she would otherwise fall asleep, but when eventually Eddie moved his hands to her hair, brushing them and playing with them, just like she had imagined, a shy smile appeared on her lips, and only then she allowed herself to close her eyes, enjoying the moment.

However, at one point, the air seemed to change, to get colder. At first, she blamed the window which was still open from before. But then, Eddie stood up from where he was sitting, leaving her lying there, confused. She turned to look at him, trying to understand if he needed anything or if he wasn’t feeling alright. Maybe the images from before are still disturbing him. He had is back to her, so she couldn’t see what he was doing. “Eddie?” She called his name, getting up from the bed. She took a few steps, until she was close enough to put a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?” She asked.

“You don’t understand it, do you?” He snapped around, grabbing her by the wrist. She looked at him confused, scared even. “Y/N, I don’t like you. I’m only here because I need you to graduate this year. You’re a means to an end to me, can’t you see it?”

She tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling around with her arm. “Eddie, where is this coming from?”

He tightened his grip on her. “You really think anyone would want to be with you for who you are? Really? You’re pathetic.” His eyes grew darker, his voice louder. “You think you’re so smart and quirky because of all the books you read, don’t you? Well, you’re wrong. You’re just pathetic.”

“Eddie, I… I’m sorry…” Tears started filling up her eyes. “I thought… I thought we were becoming friends…”

He finally let go of her. “Friends? You really thought anyone would want to be your friend? You thought I would want to be your friend?” He laughed a dry, almost evil laugh. “No, wait.” He started walking towards her. “Don’t tell me you thought I was getting feelings for you.” She took a step back, and another, until her calves were now pressed against the frame of the bed, and tears started falling. “No one wants to be with you, Y/N. Not even your friends.”

“Eddie, please…” Her voice cracked. What had happened? Everything seemed so peaceful only moments ago, and now… what was happening?

“Those people you call friends… they pity you.” He kept getting closer to her, and somehow his figure seemed to get bigger and bigger with every step he took. “Oh, and you should hear the things your brother says about you behind your back!” He laughed again. She looked at him and she couldn’t recognise him: it was him, or rather, it was his body, but something in his eyes was different.

“Eddie, stop, please…” She cried.

“Eddie, stop, please!” He mocked her. He was now standing only a few inches away from her. Tears fell uncontrollably down her cheeks. That wasn’t him.

Eddie had closed his eyes only for a few seconds when he started hearing sobs coming from the girl. She was still there, lying against his chest. At first, he thought he must have imagined it. He was tired after all. He kept looking at her in silence. The room was dark, but a light came from the street and through the window, shedding just enough light on her face to allow him to see tears rolling down her cheeks. “Y/N” His voice was soft as he tried to call her. But no response. The girl was now wincing, kicking even. “Hey, Y/N, I’m here.” He tried to call her again, a bit louder this time, but still no response. “Y/N, wake up!” This time his voice was clear as he shook her physically.

Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but she was so scared, that she immediately started to back away from him. Tears were now falling uncontrollably down her face, and she got up from the bed, hands in front of her as if she was trying to defend herself. She murmured something, but he couldn’t really make out the words.

“Y/N, it was just a bad dream.” He said, getting off the bed and trying to get close to her, but she wouldn’t let him. She obviously thought she was still in dreaming.

“Please, stop.” She cried, tripping over something and falling to the floor. “Please…” She looked away, hiding her face.

Eddie had not clue what to do, how to wake her up. A part of him told him he should’ve gone and called Dustin, because he would have known how to actually wake her up. But no one could know he was there, especially not Dustin, or he would start asking millions of questions and they would never get out of that. So, he kneeled, trying to get as close as possible to her. He opened his hand, putting them up in the air as a sign of surrender, hoping that it would help her understand he didn’t want to hurt her or anything. “I promise, Eddie, I’ll leave you alone from now on.” She cried. And at those words, his heart dropped. He was in her nightmare.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone, princess.” He said, still kneeling in front of her, but keeping a safe distance, not wanting to freak her out even more.

Princess. As a trigger, the word brought her back to reality. It was only then that she realised she was on the floor, crouched in a corner, with her back pressed against the wall behind her. Eddie was on the floor just like her, kneeling a few inches away from her. She looked around her room, trying to look for other signs that she was awake, that she was no longer dreaming. A bird chirped outside her bedroom window. It must have been a good sign, right?

“Hey, princess. It’s okay, you’re awake.” Eddie’s voice was now back to normal, warm, reassuring. She sighed deeply before launching herself into his arms. “There, there.” He whispered, closing his arms around her small, shaking figure, pressing a kiss on top of her head. “You’re safe, love.” He whispered the words she had said to him when he had burst into her bedroom, those words that made him feel at home.

“You said mean things to me.” She cried into his chest, holding tightly onto his t-shirt.

He sighed, sitting properly on the floor and pulling her into his lap. “It was just a bad dream, love. I promise. The Eddie you saw wasn’t me, and whatever he said, it’s not true.”

“It felt so real.” She couldn’t stop sobbing. He could feel her struggling for air at that point, but even if he tried to give her some space to breathe, she still kept her face buried in his chest.

“I know, princess.” He rocked her gently, placing now and again soft kisses on top of her head. “But it was just a nightmare. Everything’s okay now. I’m here. The real me.” His voice slowly calmed her down. “I want to be here with you.” He reassured her.

Eddie didn’t know how long the stayed on the floor for. He set his back against the side of the bed, and held the girl in his lap with so much care, as if she were a child. His fingers moved carefully between her hair, brushing them, braiding them, as he kept rocking her ever so gently. With his mouth pressed on the crown of her head, he hummed Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, being it the only Queen song that came to his mind. At first, he wasn’t sure that it could help her, but when he stopped after a couple of times of humming the chorus, he felt her grip on his shirt tighten and a soft voice whisper against his own chest “Don’t stop, please.”. And so, he kept on humming. They stayed there on the floor, in that position, until Y/N was calm enough to move back to her bed. But even then, she still kept her arms around Eddie, his t-shirt in her hands, not sure she really wanted to let go of him. She laid once again her head on his chest, an ear pressed on the left side, his heartbeat a lullaby to calm her nerves and keep her grounded.

It was crazy to think how that night had gone. That evening at Hellfire Club had possibly been one of the coolest Hellfire Club’s meetings they had ever had: everyone had loved that last mission; even Sinclair’s little sister, who had swept in last minute and, in an unforeseeable turn of events, had saved the squad from certain doom. Everyone complimented him on the great campaign he had created, which made him happy. But then when he went home the thing with Chrissy happened. He had run, he had abandoned her there. He could have called the police. He should have called the police. Instead, he had run to her. He had literally thrown himself through her window just to be able to hug her. And when he had started to finally relax, her nightmare happened. Could he have caused her the nightmare by telling her what had happened? Did she have a nightmare because she was already feeling guilty for keeping his secret? Was she in danger now because of his impulsive choice? Also, apparently, he was in her nightmare. What did she dream about? What did he do in her nightmare? Did he hurt her? Why did she say she would leave him alone? He didn’t want to be left alone, especially not now, especially not by her.

With his arms still around her and those thoughts running through his head, Eddie tried not to fall asleep. He wanted to stay awake, alert for the rest of the night, he wanted to be there, ready to help her in case she might have another nightmare. However, when Y/N started to gently trace abstract figures on his side, it was it for him. His eyelids became heavy, he could barely keep his eyes open, and not even twenty seconds later he was sleeping.

When he opened his eyes again, it was morning. He was lying on his side, facing the window. Sunshine came in the room, softly washing over the dark-wood furniture. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes taking time to adjust to the new, warm light of the morning. He stretched his legs and arms, realising only then that he had slept with his jacket on, which he didn’t mind, since they had forgot to close the window. He looked around the room, smiling when he recognised the posters on the walls. He rolled over; a smile already present on his lips at the thought of her lying beside him. However, the smile quickly faded when he realised that she wasn’t there. “Y/N?” He called her name, sitting up and looking around, thinking she might have been sitting at her desk and maybe he was still too sleepy to have noticed her. But she wasn’t. What the hell? He quickly got off the bed, confused. Where is she? He kept asking himself, still looking around the room as if she would just magically appear out of nowhere, or hoping he could just realise she had been there the entire time, and he simply hadn’t noticed her. But as he slowly woke up, he came to terms with the fact that he was alone in that room. Her deep green Converse were still there, on the floor, where he had noticed them the previous night. Everything seemed to be how he remembered it from the night before. So, where the hell was her? He rubbed his eyes, moving hair away from his face. He wasn’t sure what to do. His gut told him to go look for her outside of the bedroom, but another part of him was terrified at the thought of meeting her mother in the kitchen or something. He took a quick glance at the alarm on her side table. 7:18. It’s pretty early on a Saturday morning, especially on the first day of spring break. She should still be in bed, it’s her right. He thought, maybe she’s in the bathroom. Yes, that seems like a logical explanation to why she isn’t here. That must be it. He took a seat at the end of the bed. His eyes were fixed on the door, as he bounced his leg up and down. He didn’t know for how long he stayed like that, staring at the door handle, waiting for it to move. He turned to look again at the alarm on the side table. 7:31. I need to look for her. What if she went in the bathroom and felt sick? What if she went to the kitchen and something happened? It must have been the anxiety related to the Chrissy-accident talking, but he had to make sure she was okay.

He got off the bed and walked to the door, opening it very quietly. He stuck his head out first, just enough to look both ways and make sure he could walk out. He silently made his way to what he supposed was the bathroom. The door was closed, so he ever so gently knocked on it, whisper-shouting her name, and then staying quiet for a few moments, waiting for an answer. Nothing. He tried once more, but still nothing. He sighed, looking again both ways down the corridor, now paying attention to the other doors. The one he remembered being Mrs Henderson’s room was closed, which he took as a good sign, she must still be asleep. Dustin’s room, on the other hand, from what he had gathered, was on the other side of the house, meaning he couldn’t really make sure whether he was still asleep or not. A teen boy on vacation? He has to be sleeping, he thought to himself. So, quietly, he tiptoed down the corridor, aiming for the kitchen. However, he immediately froze when he heard sounds coming from there. Fuck, fuck, fuck, maybe Mrs Henderson wasn’t still asleep? He stayed there, still like a statue, even holding his breath, trying to understand who it was. Something clinked, like silverware against a dish or something. Then someone hummed. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy. He smiled, allowing himself to breathe again. He took a few steps until he was standing in the kitchen doorway.

The TV in the corner was turned on, the volume was a low as possible so that she could barely make out the words, and it was showing re-runs of Scooby-Doo. Y/N was sitting at the table, as she ate a bowl full of Cocoa Krispies and milk. A glass of dark red orange juice sitting in front of her, right next to a very worn-out copy of The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett, open page-side down to keep track of the last page she must have read. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the chair, her hair in the messiest bun he had ever seen on anyone. He hadn’t really had the opportunity to look at her the previous night, and now he couldn’t help but smile at the already oversized t-shirt that she was wearing, which, on her, looked as if it had belong to giant. She looked so… soft. A part of him wanted to stay there, in silence, lean against the doorpost and just admire her. But he chose against it, not wanting to seem like a creep. So, he simply walked in the room. “Y/N?” He spoke quietly, not wanting to startle her.

The girl turned her head in his direction, and smiled when she realised it was him. “Eddie!” She stood up from where she was sitting and walked to him, wrapping immediately her arms around him. “Sorry I left you alone there, but you were sleeping so soundly.”

He smiled, hugging her back and placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “Don’t worry.” Just imagine waking up like this every morning. Imagine waking up to her every day.

“Do you want some breakfast?” She asked, reluctantly pulling away from him. “We have cereal, I can make you some PB&J, scrambled eggs. Anything you want, just ask.” She said, walking towards the cabinet to take out what she needed.

He chuckled as he took a seat at the table next to where she was previously sitting. “Cereal is fine. It’s what I would have had at my place anyway.” He said, stress coming over him as he thought about the trailer. His uncle would be home any minute now.

“Then, cereal it is!” She took out a bowl and a spoon for him, placing them on the table in front of him. “Did you sleep well?” She asked him as she sat again in her chair, immediately pulling both legs up: she was sitting similarly to how she was when he had first walked in, with her legs almost resembling a pretzel, but now a leg was higher, her heel resting on the edge of the seat, using her knee as an armrest. He had noticed it in class too, that she would always be sitting in some unusual way. But now, seeing her there, in her own habitat, he noticed that she actually sat in the weirdest positions. And how she managed to, he had no idea? He was barely flexible enough to cross his legs once in a while, whereas she looked like some contortionist from the circus. He loved it.

“Actually, yes. I thought I wouldn’t be able to even just close my eyes after what happened last night. But it turns out you have quite a relaxing effect on me.” He smiled, as he poured some cereal in his bowl, before drowning them in milk. He could see her blush in the corner of his eye. “How about you? Did you manage to fall back asleep?”

She shook her head. “Nope. But I didn’t really want to. So, I stayed up all night.” He now had his mouth full of a spoonful of cereal. But he stopped nonetheless to look at her confused. Why didn’t she want to sleep? “But don’t worry, I re-read most of this.” She said proudly, picking up the book from the table, and showing him how few pages left she had to read.

“You could have woken me up, I could have kept you company.” He said, feeling bad for having slept the entire night as she struggled to keep herself awake.

“You looked too peaceful to wake you.” She said, looking at him straight in the eyes. And he was the one blushing. But he didn’t hide it this time. He was done hiding his emotions from her.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, as they both finished their breakfast, distractedly watching the new Scooby-Doo episode. However, neither of them really could care less about what was on TV. Y/N’s leg, the one that was previously propped up, was now slowly swinging in front of her chair, while Eddie stretched his legs out in front of him, so they were now invading her space. Eddie felt like a child as his heart beat louder whenever their legs made contact under table. He wanted that every day. He wanted to drive her home on school nights, but then wake up next to her on the weekends. And maybe she wanted it too. Eddie could feel his entire body pushing him closer to her, his own lips starting to move, as if he was going to tell her something. But something else interrupted that moment. When he turned around, Dustin was walking into the kitchen, his curly hair all over the place, the signs left by the pillow still on his face.

“Hey sis” He yawned, walking to the fridge. “Hey Eddie” He added, opening the fridge door. Both Eddie and Y/N froze in their seat, looking at each other. What the fuck? Eddie mouthed, hoping the girl would just talk for him or tell him what to do. But when they moved back their gaze to the boy, he was now turning slowly around, like one of those comic scenes in a sitcom. Dustin looked at the man sitting at the table, then his sister, he blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he was still dreaming or he was seeing things. When he opened his eyes once again and met Eddie’s, he knew he was fully awake. “What the fuck? Eddie? Why are you here?”

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