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haro0o · 2 years

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It's his new way of sulking

It's been a very long month for the ninjas. Especially, Kai. And who could blame him?

The city & the ninjas get constantly attacked like they're walking hit targets.

Kai is always on the edge of having a heart attack every time his friends or sister gets hurt, which is VERY often thank you very much.

episodes of panic attacks every time the villain almost got one of the team kidnapped. Again, this is very common, especially in Lloyd's case.

And not to mention the bills for every DAMN property damage that he need to pay, really starting to regret taking the big brother role in this family.

But he didn't have time to sulk around when the team needs him to keep them out of trouble. Yeah, he does drive the team into trouble many times before but now he's matured and knows that he needs to keep this goddamn wrecked family in line.

He has done his best to calm himself. Such as training after making sure Lloyd meets his therapist(gods know that the kid needs it), cooking with Zane, or just listening to Dareth rambling about Ronin. He felt better after a few days.

Then it happens.

It was a beautiful day. The Sun is shining bright, with no villain or cursed artifact around. And some of the ninjas tried to enjoy it as much as they can.

Zane and Pixal have a nice conversation while monitoring the city, Nya caught up with Skylor on her way to the mall, and Kai is in the kitchen making some really spicy noodle soup for himself. Even Wu tried to enjoy the day by meditating in the nearby river. In conclusion, everyone is happy with how peaceful that day is.

‘BOOM!!!’

that is until an explosion inside the monastery. Kai was startled so much that he almost drop the noodle bowl in his hands. His head snaps where the sound from. Carefully put down the bowl and then started to run towards the source.

The only ninjas in the monastery are him, Cole, Jay, and Lloyd. And he'll be damn if something happens to either of them. A lot of smoke and dust come out from the bathroom, he quickens his pace as his ears caught a faint sound of Lloyd and Jay coughing.

When he enters the bathroom, Lloyd and Jay were coughing while also laughing. Not realizing that Kai was already there.

“That was epic,” Jay said as he clean up the dust from his gi. Lloyd grinds and playfully punches Jay’s shoulder.

“We need to clean this up, tho. Before Kai-” “Before I'm what exactly?” Both of them stop moving for a second before they turn around just to see Kai's darkened unamused face. The fire ninja took a few steps closer to the scene. He stops when he reached the middle of the room. The bathroom is a bit messy and full of small wood pieces, what really matters is the gigantic hole in the wall where the cabinet should be.

Kai looked at the hole in the bathroom wall with wide eyes. The whole was fairly huge, the size was as big as...a whole ass bathtub. He is pissed. Not surprised but pissed. He turns his gaze slowly at the sheepish-looking Lloyd and Jay, while Cole stands near the entry with a clear amusement on his face.

“How” his voice is low enough to make Jay shudder. Lloyd avert his gaze, instead deciding that the floor was more interesting than Kai’s glare. The silence only makes the fire ninja more irritated.

“Lloyd, answer me, how” it's not a question nor a statement. Lloyd knows better than to ignore that. Especially when Kai radiates a terrifying heat wave and somehow dark aura around him. Even Cole's amused face fell and decided to run off somewhere out of the rage’s reach.

“U-um we...try to see i-if we can recreate a scene in some comic book with our elements power” Kai took a long and deep breath.

“And you two think that the best place to do it is in the freaking bathroom?” the question was answered by a shy nodd from both ninjas. Kai looked at the damaged wall one more time. Blink twice, then proceed to take another deep breath. He looks at his guilty-looking brothers with a stern expression on his face.

Kai walks past them without saying anything further. That of course set off the alarm in both of their minds. They look at each other

“What the hell just happened?” Jay asks. Kai didn't even grumble as he walked past them earlier. And it's concerning. The Green ninja only shrugs as he is just as confused as Jay.

It's been proximally 5 minutes after Kai confronted them, and there has been zero yelling in the monastery. Zero! Zonk! Nada! And for that Lloyd gets a little concerned and confused. They were walking through the hallway when the said ninja comes across them, with a shovel in his hand, and completely ignored both Lloyd and Jay. Both of them look at him as he walks further. Like a shared mind, two of them decided to follow Kai like ducklings from afar.

They walk through the monastery entrance when they meet Zane, Cole, and Pixal on the way.

“Oh! Hey, Ka-,” Kai walk past them without a glance. All three of them watch as he goes with utter confusion. When Lloyd and Jay walk to them to catch up with Kai.

“Hey, Jay! What's going on?” Cole ask.

“Don't know man, we just following Kai since he's acting weird” Jay explain while still walking, followed by Lloyd behind him.

“He didn't get mad at us after the incident earlier, so we figured it was the best thing to find out what's going on with him,” Lloyd said. “Wanna come? The more the merrier” He offers as he followed Jay’s pace. Cole and Zane Look at each other, then at the group in front of them. The earth ninja sighed and decided to go with it.

“Zane you wanna come too?” the nindroid smile and nods but before he leaves, he looked at Pixal “Do you mind if you do the check out of the damaged tech alone for now?” He knows that Pixal is very capable of doing that, just he didn't want to bother her with his task.

Pixal, being the goddess she is, smiles and pats his back. “Go have some fun with your brother, Zane,” The said ninja smiled at her warmly. He proceeds to jog to catch up with Cole.

They walk for about 5 to 7 minutes to some random forest that they haven't explored yet. Cole whispered to Lloyd, “do you think Kai knows that we've been following him?” The question makes Lloyd look at the fire ninja who suddenly stops in a small field near a river. “I honestly don't know if he cares about that”

They watch silently as their brother began to scoop out some dirt, making a hole just 1 foot away from the river bank.

“Dude, Lloyd, I think Kai’s trying to punish us by burying us” Jay whispered. Lloyd shook his head frantically.

“No way! Kai wouldn't do that!”

“You two did quite a number on the bathroom wall tho”

“Cole! Shut up!”

“What?! I’ve seen it myself!”

“I think, Kai wouldn't bury the two of you.” Zane suddenly said, cutting the arguments between Jay and Cole. The three ninjas look at him with a confused faces.

“What do you mean, Zane?” Lloyd ask. Zane then points to where Kai is, “Kai stop digging after the hole is from what I’ve seen 7,874 inc. And it occurred to be Kai’s tall” the Nindroid explains. All of them looked at Kai and Zane was right. The fire ninja stop digging the ground after he dug up some good inches more. The ninja watched and wondering what the heck is Kai going to do with that.

The fire ninja drops the shovel not too far from the hole. Take off his jacket. Lay in the hole he just makes, face looking straight up to the sky, and hands resting on his belly. The ninjas look at each other once more, more confused than concerned.

“I'll text Nya about this-” Jay hasn't finished his sentence when suddenly Kai’s whole body was lit on a blaze of Fire. All of them yelp and shriek in surprise. Cole and Lloyd are about to make a run toward Kai when Zane absurdly holds their shoulders. Stopping their steps.

“Wait, Look at Kai” The nindroid once again points at Kai, who now looks like he's having a nice nap. While his whole body is covered by hot red fire that continuously flickers on its tips. The ninjas look at the phenomenon in front of them with awe and are absolutely dumbfounded.

“Guys! I get some info from Nya!” Jay shout-whispered to them as he didn't want to wake up the (probably napping) fire ninja. All the three remaining others look at him, waiting for an explanation.

“Ok, Nya said, and I quoted “Kai has a habit when he felt too stressed and what I mean really stressed, he'll dig up some hole for him to lay on it and won't move until either something happens or he’s done sulking.””

“Huh you learn new things every day” Cole replied.

“Did Nya say something about the firey thing?” Lloyd asked. Jay looks at his phone one more time before nodding.

“Yup. Apparently, it's his new way of stress-relieving” Jay said as he put his phone back into his pants. The three nodded then fixed their gaze on the napping fire ninja. They have seen enough and decided that it was better to leave the poor over stressed ninja there. And go back to the monastery.

Two hours later, Kai gets back to the monastery. He scowled at both Lloyd and Jay, calculating the bills to pay for the damage, and then eat his re-heated noodle soup.

#ninjago #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #kai being the responsible one #big bro kai

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schizosupport · 9 days

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This feels a little like taking a shot in the dark and I don't feel very coherent as I write this, so I'm very sorry if it's messy

I have just mildly calmed down from what I've regularly called "paranoid episodes", except this one had me full-on hallucinating and it ended with me terrified for my life

I am not diagnosed with any kind of psychotic disorder and I have never truly questioned my paranoid behavior, as I've always behaved like this and thought it was just some random quirk of mine to...

*squints eyes*

Be terrified someone's constantly out to get me; believe there's an intruder in the house often; think that someone's constantly watching me; hear police sirens in the distance and immediately think they're coming for me. Among other things.

This has always disrupted my life mildly (particularly socially, as my friends and coworkers don't appreciate my distinct need of privacy and vigilance. I can't judge them for that) but never has it turned into me hallucinating someone's in bed with me when I'm trying to sleep, waiting for me to move so they can kill me. I don't think I've ever experienced such vivid fear before. I could hear and feel them breathe and holding me. Rationally I knew no one was there, that the pressure I felt was simply the covers, but I could not shake the terror and unshakable belief that I was going to die if I moved.

I am currently in the process of changing therapists and that's going to take ages and unfortunately my friends are...fairly judgemental about my paranoia and often make jokes about it that I've told them before severely freak me out. Interestingly, one of them is a diagnosed schizophrenic. Shame I don't trust him enough to ask for advice of any kind. So I'm here instead, confused, dazed and scared.

Hi there anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about the experience you had the other night, I've had very similar experiences, and it's terrifying.

It sounds like you have a long-lasting pattern of paranoia, but that the level of disconnect from reality that you experienced the other night, was something new and that it's really shaken you up. That's very understandable, it's the type of thing that is scary in and of itself, as well as from a meta perspective, bc it's like.. what does it mean? Will it happen again? Etc. The fear of the fear kicks in as well.

I'm sorry to hear that your friends treat your paranoia as a joke, and haven't been willing to respect your boundaries surrounding it :( You deserve to be taken seriously and accommodated in your difficulties like everyone else - it doesn't matter whether you have a diagnosis or not, paranoia is no laughing matter (unless the person themself is comfortable making jokes about it).

Your schizophrenic friend may or may not have been able to help, considering his attitude to your paranoia it could be that he's not the type to experience constant low-key symptoms but rather to have full-blown episodes interspersed with relative normalcy, and in that case he might not really know how to help someone in your position.

Since you are in the process of changing therapists, do you have any way to influence what kind of therapist you are getting going forward? If yes, it might be nice to look for someone who knows something about paranoid ideation and psychotic-style issues as well. A lot of people with a paranoid disposition (people who diagnostically speaking might fit the bill of paranoid or schizoptypal pd for example) will occasionally have more intense episodes of paranoia like what you described happened the other night. The likelihood is higher when you are stressed or otherwise out of balance. It doesn't have to be an indication that there's an escalation happening in your state, so I would try to quell the fear of the fear the best you can, as it only adds to the overall stress.

In any case I'm sending you all my best!!

#answers

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mazm-imagines · 1 year

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MazM week day 5 prompt for family! The time I spent babygirling Alan > his siblings. I love him hes like a milf but not a mother, I love characters that know how to talk to children. Extra below the cut!

For the first time in a good while, Alan had plenty of sleep.

In the middle of the night he would wake up, the stimulant jolting in his blood still. But the exhaustion was finally catching up and he would let his head hit the pillow.

When was the last time he'd ever felt this way? Not since he was 15 that's for sure.

The morning rays shone through the windows and onto his eyes. It looked to be a nice day "Just five more minutes…" It's what he always said in the morning, even if he didn't spare himself those 5 minutes. Any minute wasted would be money docked off his pay. However Messrs Maw had given him a paid leave. After the freak out with the customer and Kate's intervention, they couldn't work him any longer.

Alan had another job, of course he did, how could he pay for his sister's bills if he didn't? But that would be much later in the day. Right now all he needed to do was rest. It was a relief he'd never felt before. Years of working to the bone disintegrated in this cot, as stiff as it was.

Well, he'd have to get up eventually, he didn't want to waste such a beautiful day. Contrary to his normal rushed attitude, he could actually sit down and slowly enjoy every second. Those seconds wouldn't be docked from his pay, those were his.

He placed one arm behind his head to stretch the other, melting as his overworked muscles loosened up. It felt like absolute euphoria, nothing CHC could give.

He looked around the small room, all his siblings slept in small cots lined together. In one he could see his Roisin's red hair poking out. They all had red hair, but he knew who was who. Her broken hand was bandaged up and delicately placed by her head. How could he have ever wished she was dead? He couldn't believe he said that to Kate.

"Do you know what it feels like to wish for your sick family to die? Do you?"

As soon as he had said such a horrible thing, he realized. He never spent time with the family he was trying to feed, he never had the chance.

"Alan!" He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of Roisin waking up. Her round green eyes lit in delight to see him still there. Before he could go to sit by, he tied his long red hair as to not swing it in her face.

"Yes it's me." He said ever so playfully as he got up from his bed and sat down on hers instead.

"You're still here!" "Yes! Messrs Maw let me go for a bit, an accident happened…" He couldn't just lie to her, but if he told the truth… "Is… is it my fault?" The girl whimpered. "No no no- it's not your fault." Before she could cry, Alan took her into his arms. "How's your hand?" "It hurts a little less but…" She sniffled ever so quietly, but nothing got past her big brother. "If it's about work, it's okay, we'll think of something, but you don't have to think about it right now." He gently patted her back, hushing her worries away. "Ahhh, I'm tired again…" "Alright, I'll put you back, is there anything you want to eat?" "Hmmmm, I heard Maeve wanted raisin pudding… let's eat that together."

With that she finally dozed off. Alan placed her back into bed and pulled the blankets over her.

It felt like a normal day, he brushed his teeth, showered, and got dressed. Yet everything was much slower, it gave him time to soak it in.

The pantry was empty like usual, that just wouldn't do. The Maws had given him a little extra money for his troubles alongside the paid leave. He could go out to buy food and a little extra for his sisters.

"Alan!" "Alan!" A duet of voices chimed, Sean and Maeve had caught him in the kitchen. "Calm down you two! Everyone else is still asleep." He bent down to reach their eyes, giving them small pats on the head. "Do you two want to go out with me?" "Yes yes yes! Where are we going?" "It's a little boring, but we have to go buy food again." "We'll go anywhere with Alan!"

Holding their small hands in his own calloused ones reminded him of why he tolerated it all in the first place. He really did love them with his heart, and he missed this feeling.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Messrs Maw, he should go pay a visit. "Alan don't you work there?" "I wanna see!" "You two, I'm sure there's better places to be." "No, we wanna go!" The children's voices brought the attention of Mrs. Maw from behind the storefront. "Alan?" "Y-yes ma'am?" Her shrill voice always commanded him, he still felt guilty for what he did. "I hope you're doin' well. It looks like you are." "Yes ma'am. Thank you so much for letting me go…" "You can thank Kate for that. I'm just relieved you're not broken beyond repair there." "I'll stay off of it, I'm sorry for leaving." "It's fine, it was about time. Take care." And she left as fast as she came. He'll stay off of many things now, he will in fact, take care.

#mazm #mazm hyde and seek #mazm week #alan brown #mod gwaaaaar #gwaaaaar art #gwaaaaar writing

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wwhatev3r · 2 years

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heyo! I was wondering if I could request an easy company ship? you can put me in the company if you want :)

I'm a trans guy (he/him), 5'8", I have reddish brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm relatively athletic body wise but I have a lil tummy. I have a bigger nose due to my Italian, Jewish, and Romani decent, dimples, a phat ass (fhfhfhddjdj), and my hair is a mess of curls.

personality wise I'm the funny friend who's just kind of over everyone's bs. very snarky and quick with a joke if someone's being stupid. I'd say I'm pretty social on a surface level, but I'm only close with a few people who have earned my trust. I yell when I get mad, cry when I'm upset, and am nothing but laughs and smiles when I'm happy. my mood can change very fast because of how in tune with my emotions I am, so I'm prone to snapping on people, but I usually apologize right after and try to make things right.

my hobbies are reading, playing/listening to music, looking at hot men, and sleeping. I can play six instruments, I've always read at a high level, and I'm gayer than a box of fruit loops. speaking of food, I love cooking and eating too, hence my tummy. mac and cheese is an all time favorite and I love to bake cookies and brownies in my free time. big clothes are my favorite thing EVER and I will constantly steal clothes from people who are bigger than me. you will 100% catch me wearing a shirt that is two sizes too big in any given day.

alrighty I think that pretty much sums me up! no rush to get this done or anything <3

I ship you with...

Frank Perconte

Notes: “Oh my god, okay it's happening everybody stay calm.” OMG, I finally got to write a ship request for a boy! Literally, where have you been? It’s kinda weird that I don’t see gay men on BoB fandom, since the show is just gay men playing with guns. Ngl, you gave me a hard time, your personality is too unique for those basic ass Easy Company boys, but I think I got it…

P.S: I was between him and Christenson, since you two are very creative people. (He is so hot... jeez)

Okay, listen to me… this was an amusement to write and I finally got someone that I ship with my short king Perconte.

The only non basic man on that Company is Frank mf Perconte, I mean my man has his wrist with 20 wristwatches, brushes his teeth every five minutes and gets mad if he has blood on his trousers

He would have an instant crush on you from first sight

Was the moment he spotted your fat ass, jk

Can you just see the height different

He’s literally asking you with his eyes for you to please pick him up

But he does try his best to act cool and flirt with you and everything

Okay, George Luz is definitely one of your best friends, and I think you would throw snarky jokes at Bill.

Talbert tried to get into your pants too… just sayin

Once you’re dating he’s just all over you

You’re like his prince

I’m not sure if you can steal clothes from him because… well, you know why but he sure gives you all of them with no problem

He gets a little pissed with you eating mac and cheese

“NO! That’s not pasta, that’s American freaking noodles. I’m going to make you real pasta and you’ll see what’s good.”

Yup, he cooks for you

But if you join is even more fun, for some reason I think you two would even be a little competitive in the kitchen

✨Italian Supremacy✨

He loves to snuggle with and read until you fall asleep

Normally he is more down for books with smut but he reads whatever you like

If you snap and unload your anger or frustration on him, he makes that puppy-like expression and asks you: “Hey, what happened?”

He prefers to spend time with you when you’re down but if you need time alone he lets you rest but we will be checking on you every five minutes

“H-honey, are you better? Can I come in now? I-i made you brownies…”

Oh my god, when he found out you played six instruments!!

“You’re shitting me? Really? No way… I’m going to find them all and you’re going to play for me. I don’t care.”

So, one of your hobbies is looking at hot men (I can relate but with girls too, can I do that a job?) so Frank would definitely love when you hype him out or when you compliment him

He instantly melts, It’s the cutest thing.

YEAH, he plays with your curls when he’s bored or when he can’t sleep

Sometimes when you’re speaking or smiling he can’t focus on what you’re saying because of your dimples, he just finds them so pretty.

Not many people know but Frank Perconte was very sentimental and a man of very few words.

So, he is social but sometimes he can get very quiet during a conversation and that’s when when you enter, he feels more free to be himself.

He comes to you for advice, he does it even before you started dating, and not just because they are good but also because your opinion is really important to him

I hope you like your ship request, my man Perconte is really underrated please give him some love <3

#band of brothers #easy company #frank perconte

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return.

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.”

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

__________

"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right now he was headed to the church.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And just like that, the photos were taken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

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

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

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

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

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

- - - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah... you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2 | Part 3

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

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weirdmageddon · 3 years

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five years too late let’s analyze this. the commentary has gotten me back into gravity falls reigniting thoughts and insights i came to years ago

i love everything about this commentary in general it hits the points of humor, genuine analysis of the characters, but most of all im so glad hirsch addressed that the droid not detecting any fear from dipper here doesnt make any scientific sense because that was a massive CinemaSins moment for me

IDK the fact that dipper can fucking stand after an airship crash because theres a bigger threat at hand is literally one of the defining capabilities owed to adrenaline lol...... IM SORRY im a biopsychology student if i dont point that out iwill seethe and die because that was just . its a grudge ive held for a long time about this episode but didnt rant about because it was something so minor and i’m sure nobody would care.

i was 13 when this episode came out and i’m almost 19 now, i had a special interest in biology and i still do but now i’m actually having college classes in biopsychology so i can give my arguments more oomph now. and i have to say, now that i know more about the brain and autonomic nervous system the more this scene bugs me, if that was even possible. and it says a lot of dipper and ford’s relationship.

if dipper clearly wasnt calm before, why would he be now just because he’s put up an outwardly confident facade? before he was in the flight but now hes in the fight. my boy just rode on top of a spaceship by nothing but a magnet gun that could detach at any time if it failed and then the ship crashed, he sustained injuries, is in emotional turmoil because he thinks his uncle is Fucking Dead and the threat of a security droid that detects adrenaline is on his tail and produces a Big Fucking Gun in response to dipper saying “i hAvE a MaGNeT gUn” and hes screaming and has his teeth clenched but sure there’s no adrenaline coursing through his body in that moment i can totally believe that

when dipper asks what happened, ford says “the orb didn’t detect any chemical signs of fear, it assumed the threat was neutralized and self-disassembled” but i don’t think measuring someone’s heartbeat alone is particularly relevant in detecting ... chemical signs of fear?? they dont really tell you this shit but noradrenaline (and maybe adrenaline too if the acetylcholine from sympathetic outflow always activates the adrenal medulla??, theres two pathways) is always active in small quantities to make sure your parasympathetic nervous system doesnt slow your heart to dangerous levels on its own, regardless of your emotions. it’s just a homeostatic mechanism. your sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems are CONSTANTLY modulating control of your organs on a see-saw, literally with every breath you take. simply standing upright causes specialized mechanoreceptor neurons in blood vessels to signal your brain to project signals to release catecholamines via the sympathetic nervous system to constrict your blood vessels so that blood is able to reach your brain and not pool in your legs. i have a deficiency in my body’s ability to adapt to this which is why i know so much about it. if i stand up my heart races to compensate. i’m not feeling fear, my body is just adjusting—albeit grossly and incompetently lol.

but what im saying here is that the security system is flawed. it’s a cool idea to have security droids detect fear, but in practice by detecting adrenaline, and not even directly by detecting the molecule itself—it’s done in a roundabout way by reading the heartbeat, could be a recipe for false alarms. like what if someone’s on beta-blockers. that’s not really an adequate way to measure “fear”; there’s so many variables that could interfere with the measurement the farther you abstract from what you’re really trying to detect. and besides, adrenaline is NOT just a sign of fear, it’s just for preparing the body for action. i know the sympathetic nervous system and adrenaline is constantly linked with the “fight-or-flight” reaponse to a stressor, but 99.9% of the time the sympathetic nervous system is used in your life is to balance out your parasympathetic nervous system to maintain homeostatic equilibrium for mundane things.

i think detecting amygdalar activation would be more efficient in detecting fear. the amygdala sends projections to the hypothalamus which then in turn modulates the autonomic nervous systems. but the amygdala is intensely activated specifically in response to a fear-inducing stimulus (it does activate in response to other emotions but they’re mostly negative and is most activated by startle and fear), and wouldnt be highly activated by many other confounding variables like measurement of the heartbeat could be. the amygala is one of the first stops directly from external stimuli.

to show you how integrated the amygdala is as the first step in registering fear after receiving input from sensory stimuli let’s look at the auditory-amygdala connection for example

see how the auditory thalamus projects to the primary auditory cortex and auditory association cortex? the cortex is where conscious awareness of what the stimuli is comes from. this is the “high road”. it goes sensing -> perception -> emotional response. but sometimes you can be startled without even processing what it is you’re sensing, like the startle response of an alarm or a phone ringing in a quiet house before you even register what it is. this goes sensing -> emotional response, without perception happening until after you’ve already felt the startle. that’s when it takes the “low road”. here’s a simplified version:

even if that were the case with these droids though it’s obvious dipper is still fearful on some level here. his body language, voice, expressions all give it away. for the amygdala, aggression isnt too off from fear so it would be detected equally.

the reason this is so important is because ford uses this as evidence for why dipper is special, “i did it?” “you did it. this is what i was talking about, how many 12 year olds do you think are capable of doing what you’ve just done?”

but like....did he really? i’m not saying this to shoot dipper down or make him out to be more of a wuss, he was incredibly strong-willed here and i dont want to take that away from him because it WAS growth on his part. but the underlying psychophysiological reactions of aggression and fear shouldn’t be that different and this was a total asspull. maybe the droid was so old that it fucked up. maybe dipper being covered in grime and dirt made it harder for the droid to measure the correct heart rate through photoplethysmography (im assuming since they use a camera and are non-contact).

and in all honesty everything i just said brings into question the interpersonal healthiness of ford’s judgements, what he thinks, his expectations, and how he communicates that. in this video alex already talks about how ford is projecting onto dipper. and i think ford may be projecting his expectations for himself onto people who are not him, and the fact that it’s on dipper here makes it far more unfortunate. you realize how much this boy idolizes ford, right? how much impressions matter? dipper even tells himself before he leaves in this same episode, “all right dipper, this is your first big mission with great uncle ford. don’t mess this up.”

even though it’s unstated, the implicit message dipper is perceiving from ford based on their dynamic is: “do you have what it takes for me to be proud of you?” and to accomplish this he must be like ford, even though he’s clearly not and he knows this. he says “i don’t think have what it takes. i was tricked by bill, i was wrong about stan’s portal, heck, i can’t even operate this magnet gun right.” then, by simple chance without even knowing what he did, he activates the magnet gun and pulls out the adhesive, which immediately takes the focus away from what dipper was telling ford about his feelings of inadequacy to ford saying, “yes! dipper, you found the adhesive!”

these thoughts of dipper’s hang in the air without resolve or comment from ford. we don’t know what ford would have said. but it then becomes painfully self-evident in the scene immediately after when the droids emerge and ford tells dipper, “they’re security droids and they detect adrenaline. you simply have to not feel any fear and they won’t see you”, to which dipper replies with an exasperated (and rightful) “WHAT?”

dipper goes in a panic trying to indirectly tell his uncle that this isn’t something he can do. and he is completely right and valid to be freaked out by that full stop. that IS crazy. you can’t control your fear. you can control how you interpret that fear in your higher brain regions but the physiological changes will stick around for longer than it takes to cognitively calm down. it’s easy for me to detach from my emotions to analyze them, but being able to do this does not come naturally for everyone. even i have an irrational fear of wasps and i can’t control it by detaching myself, my body is just automatically primed to get the fuck out of there. i know it’s stupid and i know it’s irrational and isn’t helpful to get myself worked up but i literally can’t stop how my body reacts no matter how i cognitively think about it. expecting composure from dipper in a situation like this when he’s being made to consciously be aware of his anxiety is absolutely fucking insane. look what you did, placing these cruel expectations on him, now he’s afraid of being afraid! this isn’t a case where two wrongs cancel out, they just stack on top of each other.

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there’s a good reason these scenes were put side by side but it seems up until now it had remained unanalyzed.

what dipper fears from ford is disappointment. not living up to his uncle’s (quite frankly badly placed) expectations for a twelve year old with anxiety. not once did ford say or subliminally communicate “i don’t expect you to be able to do what i can since you are not as experienced as i am and that’s perfectly okay, no judgements”. you don’t put a child on bike before training wheels. you don’t throw a kid into a swimming pool without giving them swimming lessons. the way ford is doing it, there’s no room for trial and error or mistakes that are an opportunity to grow and learn; instead, it’s life or death. he only seems to pride dipper on what he can do while ignoring the underlying struggles that plague him and never making it known it’s okay for dipper to fail in front of his hero and that he won’t think anything less of him for it.

and that’s why i found the ending scene for dipper and ford’s adventure in this episode to feel so.. wrong. on a scientific and social level. because by the sound of it ford focused more on what dipper had done to dismantle the droid (the droid not detecting any fear) instead of how dipper displayed love and protection for him even if he was truly afraid. what if the science was accurate and the droid detected adrenaline while dipper was confidently standing up for his uncle. would ford still be proud of him regardless?

#can you tell how i’m similar to ford but also so different like i said in that other post lol #gravity falls #analysis #dipper pines #stanford pines #long post #gf #gravity falls meta

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nanayoungishere · 3 years

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Play It Cool (Part One)

Summery: Y/N is a Yandere. So is Peter. Neither know and desperately try to act normal around each other.

They fail. A lot.

You were chilling out, minding your own business, breathing in the sweet scent of nature and quiet, when someone plonked down onto the bench next to you.

It was so outta nowhere that you screeched, flailed, and almost bashed your head on the stones below.

Thankfully, before you could get a life-ending medical bill, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and caught you before you fell.

“Hey! Careful there, stranger!”

You opened your eyes -- and came face to face with the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

Big blue eyes, so big that you could’ve sworn they took up half his face, so blue that they were practically glowing. A wide smile that shifted to a concerned frown, the cute quirk of his lips itching to be kissed. Smooth skin, squishy skin, with cheeks that were begging to be pinched and cradled. And an expressive, open face that was so honest that it reminded you of a puppy.

There was worry in those beautiful blue eyes, more worry you could ever recall getting from someone, like you were the most precious thing in the world. His grip around you was careful, gentle, and as he pulled you back onto the bench he even gave your back a little pat, as though to comfort you.

He looked worried, like you got into a serious accident instead of just tripping on your ass like an idiot. You could see him scanning you, looking for any injuries even though the only one you had was to your pride.

Oh shit, his eyes were even more huge and blue and adorable from this close.

Oh shit, his face looked especially squishy and touchable.

Oh shit, you could feel yourself starting to blush. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck --

“Um! Thanks. A lot.” You looked down. He still had his arms around your waist. His really long, really skinny arms, you couldn’t help but notice.

Was he eating enough? You were sure you had some granola bars in your bag. Maybe you could --

No, no, no! What the hell were you thinking? You were gonna piss him off if you mentioned his weight! What if he was sensitive about it?

And there was no way he was gonna accept food from some clumsy, accident prone stranger. And -- and --

Wow, his arms felt comfortable. Snuggly. And they really fit around your waist, almost like they were made for you --

“Oops! Sorry!” He quickly withdrew and scooted back a bit, an adorably awkward look on his face and -- was that a blush? Was he blushing?

Shit, that was so cute.

You never knew anyone besides you who could blush that red before. It really stood out against his grey skin. It made you wonder if his cheeks felt as hot to the touch as they looked and --

You shoved your hands in your pockets and pulled your hat down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your face was still hot as hell. What if he could tell what you were thinking?

His blue eyes -- why were they so big? How was it possible? -- were apologetic. It made him look a bit like a kicked puppy and God. God. “I didn’t meant to --”

You tore yourself from his eyes and looked straight ahead. “N. No problem. You’re good.”

You stared at the trees, willing yourself to calm down.

Seconds passed.

You couldn’t resist another peek.

He was tall. Taller than you which, well, wasn’t saying much since you were barely five feet. Everyone was taller than you, but still. Tall. So tall he kinda leaned over you even as you were sitting and oh God did it make you feel things. Things you shouldn’t be thinking about, specially since you’ve never met the guy before and --

And his hands. They were big. Really big, with really long fingers. Piano fingers. Like, the kinda hands you’d love to hold or just, just have them hold your face and --

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was his smile, his eyes, the awkward expression on his face, the blush, the sharp teeth, the familiar tone to his voice despite you never seeing him before, his height, his hands, anything and everything about him, or some other, reptilian instinct buried deep inside you that was making you feel this way.

But you were just hit with the sudden and out of nowhere feeling of, Oh God this guy is so fucking adorable I wanna pat his head and give him hugs and kisses and keep him in my apartment never evereverever let him go.

But that would be stupid and creepy because you literally met him thirty seconds ago. So you kept your hands to yourself.

It was… a lot harder than you thought it’d be. The guy was just, just so adorable. Like, what the hell. What gave him the right to be so adorable?

A hand waved in front of your face. “Hey, you alright? Didya bang your head earlier on?”

You jolted back a bit. “No! I mean,” you coughed, “no. I’m fine. Just. You know. Thinking.”

He nodded in understanding, his eyes warm. So warm. “I get it. An out of nowhere place like this, no one around, all by yourself. The perfect place to be all alone. With your thoughts.”

He smiled at you and oh. Oh, you were so fucked.

It was the teeth. The teeth were doing you in. How the fuck did he get his teeth that sharp?

And the eyes. God, they were so blue. Did you mention how blue they were? You could drown in those eyes for hours and never come up for air.

And the face. So squishy and cute. And his expressions, they were so, so fucking adorable. The blush, the little hesitations, the way his eyes never once looked away from yours.

And --

Fuck.

You must’ve stuttered out something, though God only knew what. It must’ve been good because the next words out of his mouth nearly made your heart stop.

“Listen. I know this is… kinda sudden. Very sudden. But if you’re free tonight, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out to dinner?”

Holy shit.

Your eyes widened. And you stared.

And stared.

Like a fucking freak.

Just SAY something you --

He looked away. “Yeah, I guess it was a bit too sudden. Um, then can we --”

“YES.”

He jerked back, looking a bit caught off guard. It was only the slow, delighted smile spreading across his face that kept you from killing yourself right then and there.

You’d face all the embarrassment in the world for that smile. And that was really saying something, considering how second-hand embarrassment practically ruled your life.

You pulled your cap down farther until it was practically covering your head. A quick breath and, “Yes. I would love to go to dinner with you. What time and place?”

Wow. Way to go, Y/N. Maybe sound a little MORE monotone next time, huh?

He beamed at you. Like the actual sun. Like he had just won the lottery instead of just scoring a date with a blushing freak like you.

You could feel the giddiness welling up inside you. It was all you could do not to squeak.

“Tonight at seven. At the place where you work. Is that okay?”

“YEP. Yep. Yep that’s -- that’s perfect with me.” You looked away, silently dying inside. “I’ll. I’ll see you there.”

“Great!” One last smile -- God, was he trying to kill you?! -- and he walked away, a bounce in his step.

You watched him go.

Waited until you could no longer hear his footsteps before screaming into your hands.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk he was SO FUCKING CUTE!”

(Part Two)

#your boyfriend #yourboyfriendgame #yb #y/n #yandere couple #Play It Cool #Y/N is thirsty #Thirsty for cuddles #Adorable Peter

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Josh Lyman falling for one of the President’s speech writers would include…

tagging my West Wing buddies @girloncorneliastreet and @eminems-skittles so they can see this too <3

Okay, so this post:

https://shutupanddance.tumblr.com/post/655650057219080192/to-debate-or-not-to-debate

Got pretty popular, and I’ve been asked for more content with this couple.

The original request came from @sopanngon and I wrote it out. Then, @autumnleaves1991-blog asked for a sequel of some kind. So, here we go!!

- Josh Lyman is your best friend, but also your biggest crush

- You balance each other in the workplace, and outside of work? You’re a pain in the ass for everyone else.

- You always manage to know what he’s thinking. So, Josh can be ranting about something completely unrelated, but you’ll tell him what he actually wants to hear.

”And the DOD removed that joke from the speech. My joke!”

”Your pen is under your desk.”

”Thanks.”

- It kinda freaks your coworkers out, especially Donna. Sometimes he’ll be yelling at her, and you’ll walk up.

”Shut up Josh. Grow up and finish that email to your mom.”

He doesn’t remember mentioning an email to his mom? But somehow you knew what was really bothering him.

- Being friends with Josh is great for you, because every time something bothers you, he can take care of it. He loves to take care of things for people, and since you hate arguments and he loves them, he’s like your personal attack dog.

”Are you alright?”

”Not really. CJ wants me to do a statement tomorrow, but every time I try and write it, Toby appears and yells at me about what I’m doing wrong.”

Cue a cat fight in the West Wing.

- One major problem you have is that you hate pranks, and everyone else seems to love them. One time, a few of the assistant’s get together and covered your car in post-it notes as a “celebration” for a really great speech you wrote. You tell Josh. So the morning after, everyone’s offices are completely covered in post-it’s. Josh has got massive dark circles under his eyes. No one ever pranks you again.

- The two of you make a really great “good cop, bad cop“ team. While Josh is filleting some congressman over a bill, you’re talking to said congressman’s wife about her kids, swapping scone recipes, and discussing current events. So when the congressman tries to leave, he can’t complain about the West Wing staff because his wife won’t let him.

(You and Josh silently fist bump every time it works)

- Because you‘re so good at calming Josh, and the President needs him to dial his veracity down before events, you’ve adopted the role of tying his tie. Sometimes you’ll snap his cufflinks into place, too. It’s a quick ritual, but it also means that you and Josh always enter the event together, meaning you don’t have as much attention on you. It’s a win-win.

- It’s after a really long night at work, when you’re both exhausted, Josh gives you a quick kiss on the temple to say goodnight. A simple gesture. You think it’s because he’s tired, but really, he just thinks you’re the best thing ever and can’t help himself. It becomes a habit.

- Great speech? He kisses your cheek. Successful tag-teaming of a congressman? Kiss on the temple. Long day? A hug and a kiss in your hair.

- It doesn’t happen often, but it’s a really simple way of saying “you’re my favorite person”

- You blush like crazy the first few times, and aren’t really sure what to do. But Josh is your friend, and you love him (oh crap), so you start doing it back. The first time you kiss him on the jaw, he looks like his brain short-circuited.

- You’re really good at knowing when Josh’s PTSD is getting to him. Because he usually doesn’t recognize the signs himself, you have a signal for it: two taps on the wrist. That way he realizes what’s happening, and can remove himself from the situation.

- Once, when he can’t leave a party, you turn your back to the crowd and use your body to cover him. You grab his hand and rub the pressure point by his thumb. For just a moment, he leans his head against yours, and whispers a quiet “thank you”.

- Not everyone notices what’s going on with you and Josh, mostly because from the outside you two look like really close friends. But Margret is secretly hatching a plan to get the two of you together after she heard Sam mutter “He’s absolutely whipped” while watching you and Josh talk.

#josh lyman #josh lyman imagine #josh lyman x reader #josh lyman headcanons #west wing imagine #the west wing reader insert #the west wing fanfiction #the west wing #request #masterlist

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lihikainanea · 2 years

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Did we talk about Bill and tiger puting up christmas lights ever? Bill is more low key wanting only white lites darting around the outside of the house but tiger would get pouty or maybe even bratty because she wants all the colors, a giant snowm and maybe even santa with his reindeer on the roof.

I seriously LOVE THIS IDEA NANI.

Because here's the thing, babes. I was a tacky Christmas freak. I needed multicoloured tinsel everywhere, I needed the shiny green and the bright red and the stark white. I needed ALL THE CHRISTMAS COLOURS and everything needed to be loud and shiny and bright.

But then I visited Oslo one year around Christmas time, and I saw how....how different Christmas can be. How beautifully understated the Scandiavian countries did it. And I fell in love--now there is nary a red or green decoration in sight, in my place. Everything is parchment browns, ivories and off whites, muted taupes. My tree has only white lights. Most of the decorations are wood, or paper.

Tiger notoriously hates Bill Scandinavian side when it comes to Christmas--his whole thing is that Christmas is implied. It's implied through the paper stars in the window, which are only ever hung up at Christmas. It's implied through the vases he fills with pinecones and tree branches. It's implied in the white mug with a teeny, tiny red cardinal that he sips his glögg out of.

But y'know, tiger was never one for subtlety.

The sheer amount of colours and flashing lights she decks her place out with gives him anxiety and a nervous twitch. They try to come to a compromise one year after the big move in--tiger can decorate the living room, and Bill decorates the bedroom. But the lack of congruency between the two also drives him batshit insane, so that won't work. They start flipping a coin every year, until he discovers tiger has a cheat coin. These days, they basically just wrestle for the rites to Christmas.

And not that tiger will ever admit it, but over the course of time she's actually slowly starting to prefer his decorations--they're beautiful, they're calming, elegant, and everyone always comments on them. She's too goddamned proud to say anything though, because that means he wins--he wins some unannounced, secret competition that really only she's playing.

So that year, she lets him win the wrestling match that no doubt ensues.

"Weakling," Bill teases, out of breath as he rises up on his knees, "You are no match for me."

"Evidently," tiger says, "Guess you win, bud. Boring Christmas again this year."

But there's something in her tone that is way too complacent given how much of a psycho tiger is for competition. She rises, dusts herself off, but Bill pulls her back down to the floor and pins her as she squeals.

"Did you let me win?" he asks, point blank. She rolls her eyes, and he taps her nose in warning.

"No," she says, "Get off me, you oaf."

"Look at me."

She rolls her eyes again, and he bites down on her earlobe. She lets out a small yelp of surprise, followed by a soft moan. Slowly, she drags her eyes to his.

"Did you let me win?" he asks again.

"No," she lies again, "You just got stronger."

"If you like my decorations more, why didn't you just say so?" he smirks, He knows her way too well.

"I don't, they're hideous," she deadpans, "Off."

But like, Bill just gave her a solid bite to her earlobe. They just had quite a lengthy wrestling session and goddamn if tiger doesn't like feeling how strong her big dude is, how much bigger he is compared to her. And now he has her pinned, his broad chest pushing into hers, his full weight on her. The atmosphere is shifting quickly, and they both feel it.

"Oh tiger, you lied," he purrs.

She squirms a little, and Bill doesn't miss the whimper under her breath.

"Is that against the rules, sweet girl?"

"Yes," she says lowly.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes," she says a bit louder. He smirks.

"And what happens when you break the rules?"

"I get punished," she mumbles.

He rises, pulling her up with him.

"Go wait on the bed," he says, giving her ass a swift smack as she gets her feet under her. She stumbles a bit, then scrambles and heads down the hallway.

"Faster tiger," he says threateningly, and she lets out a small squeal of delight as he smiles, hearing her feet patter much quicker across the floor.

#christmas #bill skarsgard #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard drabble #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard fiction

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couldibeanymorechaotic · 3 years

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This is a mess

I wrote a fic about Percy Weasley coming out and like I said above, it’s kinda a mess.......👉🏼👈🏼 it’s really chaotic but lots of people like chaotic stuff right?! let’s just hope

anyway, do whatever u want with this and yeah!

warning: percy became a bit ooc and charlie became trans so she is now charlise <3

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Percy Weasley was very nervous. Very nervous indeed. He was going to be coming out to his family. His loving but super chaotic family.

“W-What if they think I’m a-abnormal Ollie? Or w-worse than t-that?” Percy stutters out to his boyfriend, Oliver Wood, otherwise known as the keeper of Puddlemere United.

“They won’t darling. They love you,” comforted Oliver, “Besides, hasn’t Ron come out as bisexual, and isn’t Charlie, Charlise now?”

“B-but, I wasn’t there for them,” replies Percy ashamedly, “I left them when they needed me the most, and Fred died. I don’t deserve it!”

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, you are a beautiful, kind, smart person and you, like everyone else, deserve to be happy. Everyone makes mistakes! The thing that matters is you apologized! You came back!” Oliver reassures.

“Sorry, I’m just freaking out, Oll,” Percy apologizes.

“It’s ok, love. No need to worry,” says Oliver, “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“Seriously, Ollie?” replies Percy with a fond smile.

“Yes seriously!” Oliver chuckles.

“Fine!” Percy gives him a short but loving kiss, “Now let’s go over the plan one more time.”

“Percy, I love you, but if you make me recite that one more time, I’m going to flip. Besides, I remember,” Oliver said.

“Ok, ok. Love you, too! Bye,” replied Percy as he headed through the floo.

As he entered the Burrow various shouts of hellos greeted Percy.

“Hello Mother and Father,” Percy said primly.

“Oh, Percy, darling! You’re home!” Mrs. Weasley replied.

“Yes, indeed, Mother!” Percy responded, trying to stop his nerves and muster a smile.

“Oi! What about us?” Bill laughed.

“Hello to you too, siblings,” replied Percy.

“You say siblings like it's a bad thing,” Ginny replied.

“It is,” smiled Percy.

“No, this cannot be. Percy just made a joke,” said George, shocked.

“Hey, I make jokes. I’m plenty good at it!” Percy replied.

“Yeah, sure. Tell me one person who thinks your jokes are funny!” Charlise asked.

“My boyfriend!” shouted Percy, forgetting his plan, “Uh, I mean girlfriend.”

“Percy, do you have something to tell us?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“Um, yes father. I have a boyfriend,” Percy replied anxiously.

“Great, we were wondering why you were single for so long, Perce!” Fred laughed.

“Hey!” yelled Percy, “He’s been my boyfriend for 2 years!”

“That was the wrong thing to say, Percy,” giggled Ginny.

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, why haven’t you told us about your boyfriend of 2 years? When is he coming for Sunday dinner? I need to make a sweater for him!” Mrs. Weasley fretted.

“Um, well actually, I was going to tell you and then ask him to come,” Percy nervously replied.

“Ok, dear. How about you go call him?” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Wait. Wait!” Bill shouted.

“What?” George and Ron asked simultaneously.

“Can we guess who your boyfriend is first?” Bill questioned.

“Fine,” replied Percy looking at his watch, “My boyfriend is running late anyway.”

“So, what house is he in?” asked Fred.

“I won’t tell you! You have to guess!” chuckled Percy.

“Maybe, Slytherin?” asked Charlise.

“No, Charlise. Not Slytherin,” replied Percy.

“How about Ravenclaw then?” inquired Ron.

“Nope,” said Percy.

“You probably won’t date a Hufflepuff so Gryffindor?” asked Bill.

“Correct. He is in Gryffindor,” Percy smiled.

“Um, do we know him?” asked Ron.

“Yes, you know him,” replied Percy.

“Ok,” Fred says, “This is hard.”

“Because you haven’t even properly guessed!” Percy shouts.

“Fine, fine. Does he like quidditch?” asks Ginny.

“Yes, he does,” Percy replies.

“Oh, thank Merlins. If he didn’t, I don’t know what I would do!” George laughs.

“Ha, ha. Very mature, George,” Percy replied dryly.

“I give up! Can Percy’s boyfriend come so we can eat?” asked Ron.

“I will if there is an overall decision,” says Percy.

“One last question?” asks Bill hopefully.

“Ok, what’s your question?” Percy asks.

“How many siblings does he have?” asks Bill.

“None,” said Percy.

“Well he’s going to be in for a chaotic surprise,” laughs Charlise.

“Anyway, you can bring him now, Percy!” Mrs. Weasley replies.

“That would be good. I’ll bring him from the floo,” replies Percy as he steps into the floo, “Home!”

“Perce!” Oliver shouts anxiously, “What took you so long, love?”

“Sorry, darling,” replies Percy, “They wanted to try to guess who my boyfriend was!”

“Did they guess it right?” chuckles Oliver.

“They didn’t even guess! They just asked silly questions,” said Percy as he rolled his eyes.

“I figured. Anyway, ready?” asked Oliver.

“Yeah, I’m ready, Oll,” replies Percy.

“Great! Let’s go then!” Oliver says.

“No, wait!” Percy stutters.

“Mhm, what?” asks Oliver.

“Maybe, I could come in first, and then I could prank them! Maybe say he can’t come/he broke up with me or some shit and then floo to the Burrow?” laughs Percy.

“Hearing you swear never fails to make me wonder. And yeah, I love it. But it’s your idea, if they ask, which they will!” Oliver smiles.

“Come when I ping you on your watch, ok?” asks Percy.

“Sure, muffin. Love ya!” said Oliver, his scottish twang prominently arising in his voice

“Ok then. Bye Ollie. Love you,” kisses Percy as he floo’s to the Burrow.

“Hey, Percy!!” says Ron.

“Wait, where is he?” asks Charlise.

“H-he b-broke up with me….” stutters Percy trying to sound devastated. It wasn’t too hard considering he had done acting at Hogwarts. Not many people knew though. Only Neville, Hannah, Penelope, Susan, and Luna.

“Oh no, Percy, dear. Would you like some tea?” says Molly trying to comfort him.

“Yes please, mum,” Percy (fake) sniffles.

The other Weasleys were shocked…..they had never seen Percy act this way…..before they knew it, they were all starting to curse his heartless ex-boyfriend.

“I’m going to kill him,” screeched George.

“Me too!” replied Fred.

“Me three!” Ginny replied.

“Me fucking four!” growled Bill.

“I’m here too!” Ron yells.

“And me!” replies Charlise.

“W-wait guys,” Percy stammers.

“Excuse me?” glares Ginny.

“Oh, guys and gals,” says Percy, covering up his mistake.

“Yes, Percy?” asks his father.

Percy cracks a huge grin as he laughs, “It’s a prankkkk!”

“Fuck you, Percy. Fuck you,” growls Fred.

“Seriously, what the hell?” Bill yelled.

“And why did you do this?” asked Ron.

“I could answer that, or Charlise might know,” smirked Percy.

“Sorry, Perce. It’s just you never make jokes or pranks, or whatever,” replied Charlise.

“Never mind that, how’re you so good at acting?” asked George.

“Because I was in acting for 4 years, George!” shouted Percy, “How come you don’t remember?”

“To be honest Perce, I don’t remember,” replied Ginny.

Shouts of ‘nor do I’ came chorusing through the Burrow.

“Seriously?” Percy sighed.

“Percy, so is your boyfriend still there?” asked Mrs. Weasley trying to change the topic.

Percy instantly brightened up and he replied, “Yeah, he is. And before I get him, don’t scream, don’t yell, don’t do anything that would embarrass me, and the prank was my idea so don’t blame him. Got it?”

“Got it!” replied the Weasley Family.

“Ok then,” said Percy as he tapped his watch, turning it the color of his bright blue eyes.

“Hey, how did you do that, Percy?” asked his Father.

“Just some simple charms and transfigurations which allow me to ask my boyfriend to come where I need him to be,” Percy replied, “It also kinda works like a patronus but instead of sending one, I can just call him and he can talk to me!”

“Woah, cool!” replied the twins simultaneously, “Can you make a prototype for our shop?”

Flustered at the praise, Percy just nodded as he waited for Ollie.

A familiar voice was heard, “Hiya Perce! Oh and hello Mr & Mrs. Weasley.” said Oliver, “-and hi fellow Weasley siblings!

“No freaking way!” yelled Ron.

“Oliver Wood, keeper of Puddlemere United!!” screeched Ginny.

“Calm down! I told y’all to keep it down and not to embarrass me, it hasn’t worked so far,” glared Percy.

“Y’all? Who says y’all?” shudders George, “Oliver’s rubbing up on you, Perce!”

“Oi! Shut it! I think saying y’all is cute! Don’t you, pumpkin?” says Oliver, “Oh, and aren’t you cold, muffin? You’re only wearing a sweater, dear.”

Embarrassed, Percy replied, “I’m fine, love. Now let’s go to eat!”

“Wait a minute, did everyone else hear Oliver saying pumpkin, muffin, and dear in the span of 2 minutes?” Bill chuckled as he asked.

“No more questions,” Percy shouted as he blushed, “Now time for dinner.”

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Won’t Be The Last Time

Chibs Telford x Reader

“So do we know who this gig is for?” You asked as you jumped about the changing room trying to get the stupid skin tight wet look jeans over your ass.

“Urm the sons I think” Heather shrugged as she pulled the top over her head.

“And I’m guess it was their idea for this fucking ridiculous outfit” you panted, now out of breath from getting dressed. “I mean come on, skin tight jeans, a white low cut vest top and a pissing bow”

“Someone is in a bad mood” Heather laughed as she helped you tie the bow.

“H I look like I’m about to pull a freaking rabbit out of a hat any second now” you huffed “I could have been at home, binge watching Netflix with a huge tub of ice cream, but no I am here wearing a fucking stupid outfit, of course I’m in a bad mood”

Tugging your black converse on your feet you grabbed your phone and smokes before heading out the back door. You needed to calm down before you got to the clubhouse, it was bad for business when a waitress was in a bad mood and your wage goes down the drain. You should know it has happened before.

The dreaded time had come, you was now holding a tray of food feeling like a right prat, you wasn’t stupid you knew who the sons were, you had seen them around town and they were all fairly good looking, but one guy stood out to you, his salt and pepper hair, the way he held himself and the scars on his face. You would have been lying if you said you didn’t want to get to know him more.

“Y/N smile” Heather smirked at you making you scowl at her even more.

“The sooner this is over with the better” You mumbled plastering a fake smile on your face. Everyone knew you hates this job, you hated serving people, hated the outfits you had to wear but it was a job and it paid the ever growing bills.

Chibs was the first one to see you and Heather walk into the room and he just about choked on his beer. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, and a natural beauty at that. The way the clothing clung to your body, the slight bounce in your step and a smile that brightened the room. Although he didn’t know that your chipper mood was fake.

“I know yer said yer had got a company with hot lasses but I mean this is next level” Chibs breathed punching Jax in the arm.

“I try and please brother” He smirked as he eyes landed on the shorter girl.

The evening went without any issues, you and Heather was now stood outside by the catering truck having a smoke break.

“I mean come on, I’m sure we can hang around a little bit” She smirked as she took a drag on her smoke.

“Has someone caught your eye” You laughed nudging her. “Let me guess Mr Blondie”

“What he is just my type” She shrugged, her eyes giving away everything you needed to know.

“So that’s why you made sure you had the tightest push up bra and the lowest top on” You laughed shaking your head at your best friend.

“Well duh” She winked “Now shut up they are coming out”

You decided to let her do all the talking as all you wanted to do was to go home, get out of the ridiculous clothing and eat junk food.

“So boy did you like dinner” Heather giggled not breaking eye contact with Jax.

“Yeah we did darlin’” Jax smirked running his tongue over his bottom lip “But I have seen something I want for desert”

You could practically see Heather dropping to her knees if it wasn’t for the fact she was leant against the trailer.

“You want us to stay?” She flirted.

“Only if you wanna” Jax shrugged.

You felt her place her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear before whispering “Don’t wait up for me tonight, something tells me I am not coming home” She placed a single kiss on your cheek before her and Jax disappeared to who knows where. Leaving just you and Chibs stood there.

“I didne catch your name love” Chibs smiled as you tossed your cigarette nub to the ground.

“Its Y/N” You smiled as you tied your hair into a messy pony tail.

“Such a lovley name for a lovely lass” He smirked and you could feel your cheeks heat up. “Well seeing as your friend has ran off with my friend why don’t we have a drink?”

A sudden bout of confidence flowed through your veins, Heather always said you should live a little and have a bit of fun, so that is what you was going to do.

“Yeah I’d like that” You smiled.

“Looks like ye could do with a glass of wine after waiting on us animals” He laughed leading the way back into the club.

“Whiskey more like” You nodded.

“Lass after my own heart” He winked as he grabbed the bottle of Jamiesons and two glasses.

The rest of the night you got your wish, you got to know Chibs in a way you never thought you would, not in a sexual way but on a personal level and even you opened up to him about your past, about your whole life really. And at some point exchanging numbers.

After tonight, you knew this wouldn’t be the last you would be in the Son’s club house, and you knew full well Heather would end up dragging you back here seen as her and Jax was all over each other and to be honest you really didn’t mind coming back. Not when it meant you got to spend more time with Chibs.

#chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader

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nerdzzone · 3 years

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Only For A Moment: August

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: July

Note: I’ve had a super busy day, but I wanted to get this posted so I edited it really quickly. Please forgive me if there’s any little mistakes!

Thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged and commented! Hearing your thoughts really makes my day!

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August 2020

I think you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who actually enjoys moving - especially if that move involves a three year old who feels the need to be very involved in the packing, but is also incredibly easily distracted. And even more so when that child's father is almost just as distractible and, despite his insistence that he'd stay focused, does more to hinder the whole operation than help.

That was the situation that I found myself in at the end of the first summer of the pandemic because we were moving in with Chris.

While I was hesitant at first, it made the most sense and neither Grayson nor I were particularly eager to return to our tiny little apartment. I still felt that it was pretty early in our relationship for us to be living together, but we'd survived so far and moving back seemed like it would do more harm than good. Grayson had settled in nicely at Chris' house and another big change - like making him go back to having two homes - seemed like it would be very disruptive.

But moving came with it's own challenges.

After our conversation a few months earlier, Chris had told all of his most trusted friends about our change in relationship status. That came in handy as a few of his buddies - who had trucks - had volunteered to help us move things the last weekend of August, but packing had me feeling overwhelmed. I'd managed to give most of the furniture away - between our friends and Chris' family - but we still had way too much stuff.

It was on that Saturday morning that I found myself sitting in the middle of Grayson's old bedroom almost in tears. I'd packed up his mountain of toys the night before only to find Chris and Grayson unpacking several boxes the next morning while I was trying to finish up in the living room. Apparently, Grayson had wanted a certain toy that I'd already packed and instead of telling him to wait because he had several other things to play with that weren't boxed up, Chris helped him look for it.

He was trying to be helpful, thinking that repacking a few things would be easier to deal with than a meltdown from Grayson, but it had been a long, tiring week as I tried to get everything organized and their actions almost pushed me to my breaking point. I scolded them both and banished them to the little playground just outside the building while I set to work cleaning up their mess.

Almost twenty minutes later, I heard a knock on the front door as it creaked open. I poked my head out of the room I was in - ready to send the boys straight back outside - only to see Chris' oldest and closest friend, Tara. She was masked up for safety and knowing how sweet and helpful she was, she was a refreshing sight. I'd met her several times, mostly when Grayson was a baby and I lived with Chris, and she'd been a calming and encouraging presence back then so I was definitely relieved to see her during another time of high stress.

"Hey," I smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought supplies," she informed me, holding up a tray of iced coffees. "Chris called and said that he thought you could use some help."

"You're a lifesaver," I groaned with pleasure as she put down the tray and handed me one of the drinks. "I need this, thank you so much."

"You're welcome," she returned my smile. "How's the packing going?"

"Not bad now that the boys are outside," I laughed. "It's pretty much all done, I think. You never realize how much junk you have until you have to pack it all up."

"Oh my god, I know. We moved last year and it felt like the piles of things we had to take was never ending."

"It's crazy," I agreed. "Especially with all Gray's stuff. I thought we did a good job of not spoiling him, but he has an insane amount of toys."

"I can imagine," she cringed. "But I have no plans all day so just tell me what you need help with and I'm all yours."

I thought for a moment as I sipped the coffee she'd brought me until I had an idea.

"Actually..." I started, feeling a bit sheepish. "Would you be willing to take Grayson for a bit? I know it's a big ask, especially while he's so excited, so feel free to say no."

"Are you kidding? I'd love to take him!"

I let out a breath of relief as I felt my body relax.

"Thank you so much. I really need Chris to help me carry these boxes and he's been so preoccupied with Grayson that he's been no use at all," I explained. "It's a big change and he's worried about him being freaked out by it all, which I totally get, but I need him to focus a bit too."

Tara laughed and shook her head.

"I get it, don't worry. I know what he can be like," she assured me. "I'll go down and get Gray now and send Chris up here."

"Thank you. You're the best, Tara."

She waved off my gratitude and insisted it was no problem before leaving me to turn my attention back to what I'd been doing before she arrived.

Once Grayson was in the safe care of Tara, Chris was much more useful. We were packing things with impressive speed and when it was almost time for his friends to show up with their trucks, we started moving things down to the lobby of the building to make the loading process quicker.

I was a tad nervous about the whole situation as I hadn't spent much time with most of Chris' friends and I didn't really know what they thought of me. I hoped they'd be understanding of our situation and give me a chance, but if he really had been pining away for me all these years - thinking that I didn't want to be with him - I worried that they'd think I was selfish and heartless.

Those worries, combined with my stress about getting everything organized, had me still feeling rather on edge. It didn't help that the creepy maintenance man that I'd warned Chris about was watching us like a hawk. I could feel his eyes on me every time I stepped foot in the lobby and the sensation made my skin crawl. I just wanted to get it all done and over with as fast as possible so we could get away from him, but Chris had clearly noticed him too and I could feel his annoyance rising as well.

He held it together until our last trip down when our spectator really crossed a line. I was bending over to place some boxes on the ground when I could have sworn I heard a groan of pleasure from behind me. I snapped back up to standing and looked over my shoulder to see the man with a smirk on his face and his eyes fixed on me. It made my stomach churn, but Chris was immediately by my side, his arm sliding around my waist. Before I could even question what he was doing, he pulled down his mask and then my own, cupped my jaw with his hand and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was a rather passionate embrace and I was surprised as he usually wasn't one for public displays of affection. Then it hit me why he was doing it and I felt a flash of annoyance run through me as he pulled away. There was a smirk on his face as he rested his forehead against mine, but all I could muster was a frown.

"Do you think he got the hint?"

I scoffed at his question.

"I think he got enough pictures to pay his bills for the next few months," I huffed, keeping my voice low so we wouldn't be overheard. "Are you done marking your territory now?"

Chris looked taken aback by my harsh tone and I sighed as I slipped out of his grasp and headed to the door. I wanted to see if his friends had arrived yet and get away from the creep, but Chris followed and wasn't prepared to let our conversation drop.

"What, so I'm not allowed to kiss you in public in case someone sees?" He asked once we got outside, his own annoyance coming through. "I thought you didn't care if people found out about us?"

I stopped walking and spun around to face him.

"I don't care," I snapped. "But I'd rather not give some pervert the chance to profit off of us just to save your wounded pride."

Even with his mask pulled back up, I could see Chris' jaw clench with frustration.

"He was being disrespectful. I was standing right there and he moans while staring at your ass? C'mon, he's a fuckin' asshole."

Another flare of anger washed over me as I fought to keep myself calm enough to explain to him why what he'd just said was almost as frustrating as the actions of the man who'd been ogling me.

"He was being disrespectful," I agreed, my voice steady despite my rising temper. "But to me, not to you! It doesn't matter if I have a boyfriend or not, he shouldn't behave like that towards any woman! I don't deserve to be respected because of you, I deserve to be respected because I'm a human being who has a right to feel safe in their own apartment building."

Chris' shoulders dropped as he took in my words and visibly calmed down, but I was still feeling wound up.

"Shit, Winnie, you're right," he relented. "I don't want anyone to treat you like that ever, not just because you're my girlfriend. It just pissed me off that he had the balls to do that even in front of me."

"So kissing me like that to send him a message was the best solution you could think of? Like, 'don't touch this one, she's mine'. It made me feel gross. I don't need you claiming me in public to scare off creeps, thanks."

"I didn't mean it like that," Chris insisted, looking slightly wounded by my scolding. "I'm sorry, I was being an idiot."

"Okay," I shrugged, somewhat blowing off his apology. "We should go to the parking lot. Your friends might be here."

"Are we good, Win?" He asked, clearly not as eager to let the subject drop. "I want to make this right if you're upset..."

"I'm fine," I sighed, knowing that was only half true. It was only half his fault though, the stress of the day overall was more to blame and, at that point, I just wanted it to be over so I could have a nice big glass of wine. "Let's just go see where your friends are."

He didn't argue as I walked off and when we turned the corner into the parking lot, his friends were all there lined up in the visitor's spots. I forced a smile despite the fact that it was hidden by my mask and waved as we walked over.

"Hey!" I greeted them. "Thanks so much for doing this. We really appreciate it."

"Ah, no worries!" Jon assured me. "But, are you really sure you want to move in with this guy?"

"Yeah, we were just talking," Zach continued. "And it feels a bit Stockholm syndrome-y. He confines you to a house and suddenly you fall in love? Seems a bit suspicious."

"Wow, guys, glad you're on my side," Chris laughed. "I wouldn't have asked you to help out if I knew you'd try and change her mind!"

"We just want to make sure we're not committing any crimes here," Luke insisted. "I don't want to be an accomplice to anything and we're all scratching our heads about what she could see in you."

Chris shook his head at their teasing and I tried to push our earlier discussion from my mind as I giggled and slid my hand into his. I felt him tense up in surprise at the gesture, but he relaxed as I squeezed it and leaned against his arm.

"There's no Stockholm syndrome here," I assured them. "It just took a pandemic and the constant threat of impending doom for me to come to my senses. I'm just lucky Chris was silly enough to wait for me."

Chris chuckled and leaned over to place a kiss on the top of my head as his friends rolled their eyes.

We quickly went over the game plan for the day once the initial greeting was over and as soon as his friends turned to head towards the building, I dropped my hand from Chris'. I knew I was being petty and sulky and from the sigh that fell from Chris' lips, he did too, but I couldn't help it - I needed some space to work through my cranky mood on my own. Luckily, Chris seemed to figure that out pretty fast and left me to my brooding as we followed his friends and got to work.

It didn't take us as long as I expected to load all the boxes into the trucks, but that was probably the benefit to having a team of strong men helping you move. Once it was all unloaded into the spare bedroom at Chris' place where I had been sleeping at the start of the pandemic, Chris broke out a few beers for his friends and fired up the grill while we waited for Tara and Gray to arrive. It was a beautiful, warm evening and perfect for an impromptu barbecue to thank all Chris' friends and it was a great opportunity for me to bond a bit more with some of the most important people in Chris' life.

Grayson knew them all better than I did, but we had some concerns that the lack of socialization would make him nervous around the now somewhat unfamiliar faces. But he put those worries to bed almost as soon as he arrived as he was the life of the party. He was thrilled to see the three men who were sitting in the lawn chairs dotted around our yard - in an effort to keep everyone somewhat distant from each other - and the cheer they let out as soon as they saw him made me think they were just as excited. They seemed to really adore him and he thrived on the attention. It warmed my heart to see the genuine care they all had for Grayson - it was wonderful to know he had so many people in his corner - and I was relieved when that care was extended to me.

Any doubts that I'd had about them accepting me were quickly pushed from my mind as they seemed to be just as eager to get to know me as I was to get to know them. They were all lovely, kind people and I wondered why I ever expected anything else from the people in Chris' inner circle.

They left as soon as Grayson's bedtime rolled around - partially because we were all tired from our long day of moving boxes and partially because we all knew there was no way that Gray was going to agree to go to bed while the party was still going. Once they were gone, he demanded Chris tuck him in so I tidied up in the kitchen while he handled bedtime.

As soon as I'd finished putting the last few dishes in the dishwasher, I felt his arms around my waist.

"Hey," he whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Thanks for cleaning up."

"You don't need to thank me," I smiled, turning in his arms so we were face to face. "It's my house to keep clean too now, even if that's still weird to think about."

"Weird in a good way?"

"Definitely," I nodded. "It's felt like home here for a while now. It would have been awful to go back to that little apartment."

"It would have been weird for me too," Chris agreed. "I can't imagine being in this big house without you guys anymore."

"You'd have to move all your friends in," I teased, using it as a segue. "Who, by the way, are all very nice."

"Yeah?" Chris grinned. "You think so?"

"I do. I was a bit nervous about it," I admitted. "In case they resented me for how our relationship unfolded, but they're great."

"They never resented you at all," Chris chuckled. "Pretty much everyone who knows about our first night together was on your side about that and they've been pushing me to make a move ever since."

"Well, that's good to know."

Chris nodded and continued.

"They all really like you. Jon gave me clear instructions to not fuck it up."

I laughed at that, but felt a wave of relief.

"I appreciate their support."

"Well, you definitely have it."

Chris leaned down to press his lips against mine and I melted into his body, feeling the exhaustion from the stress of the day start to hit me. We stayed like that, just holding each other for a few minutes until Chris broke the silence around us.

"Can we talk about earlier?"

My stomach churned with embarrassment at the memory, but I nodded.

"Of course, we can. I'll start by saying that I'm sorry."

Chris leaned back slightly, just enough to look down at me with his confusion written all over his face.

"You're sorry? Why are you sorry?" He asked. "I brought it up so that I could apologize to you."

"You don't need to," I assured him. "I get why you did what you did. I just don't deal with stress very well and the whole day was overwhelming me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"You don't deal with stress very well? I never would have known!" His words were laced with sarcasm as he smiled down at me and I laughed, gently smacking his chest in protest. "But seriously, I deserved a good scolding. You were absolutely right with what you said, I shouldn't have handled the situation like that."

"I appreciate that you can see where I was coming from," I sighed. "But there is no perfect way to handle a situation like that, really. It's best just to ignore it, but then it feels like you're letting the gross guy win."

"Well, if we're ever in a situation like that again, I'll follow your lead," he insisted. "But I can't say that I'll just ignore it. I might just punch the guy out for being a creep."

I laughed again before shaking my head.

"And then whoever is watching will have a different kind of picture to sell to the trashy magazines."

Chris cringed at that comment.

"I'm sorry. Do you really think he took pictures?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "But if he recognized you then I'd be surprised if he didn't."

Chris nodded, clearly getting lost in thought for a moment before he spoke again.

"And you really don't care if proof gets out that we're together?"

"I don't," I insisted. "I don't like the idea of some pervert making money off of us, but I don't care if people know we're together. It might be good for people to get used to the idea now, when we're hiding at home all the time anyway. By the time we can go outside again, no one will care enough to take pictures of us."

"That might be wishful thinking," Chris smiled. "But I'll do my best to keep you out of the spotlight."

I matched his smile and stretched up to place a kiss on his lips.

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

As I predicted, the creepy maintenance man did take pictures of us and he did sell them to some trashy magazine. The internet was horrified, the hearts of fangirls all over the world were broken and I was called every cruel name under the sun. There were rumours that I trapped him with another baby and rumours that I was a gold digger - just using Chris for his money so I didn't have to work during the pandemic. The general reception to the forced confirmation of our relationship was pretty abysmal, but nothing worse than we expected and at the end of the day we didn't care.

All the people who truly cared about us were happy for us and that was the most important thing.

September

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