I Mean At Least Now He Knows

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96･01･26 — happy birthday changkyun ♡

Oops a new charge on my credit card for engagement ring has been added, how did that get there???? 👀🤨🙂

Iwazumi Hajime;

Prompt 60: “You’re so beautiful in the sun.”

warnings: none! fluff! oh, it is self indulgent tho (sorry not sorry), also reading? books? yeah

iwazumi x f!reader

a/n: hi! okay so i wrote this as a treat after the bokuto angst. i think we all deserve something sweet after that. (especially since there’s more coming) this is just pure fluff. enjoy!

Iwazumi watched you with eyes filled with love, his sole focus on you as you slowly walked down the isle, your finger running against the spines of the books.

Your neck was slightly bent to the left as you read the names of the authors. You walked in an awkward position slowly as you looked for the books you had saved up for.

Every time you walked a bit too fast, the pinky that was linked with Iwazumi’s tugged you back.

You loved book shopping with Iwazumi because even though the man wasn’t as passionate about books as you were, he was always interested in the books you were reading, and often found the books you wanted before you did.

You had no idea how, especially since he usually only came into the store with you, but you never asked him. Though the books that just happened to appear on your bookshelf were a big indicator as to why he knew where all the books were.

Iwazumi would never tell you that he actually did like books. Not because he was sure you would beat him up for hiding it, but because he didn’t want you to stop reading to him.

He loved it when you read to him.

“Aha! I found it, Haji!”

Iwazumi’s eyes softened as his eyes fell on your excited face. You were holding the books with gentle hands as you read the back. You both knew you already knew what The Goldfinch was about, but reading the back of the book was a habit you were not willing to break.

Iwazumi watched as a small smile formed on your lips as you finished reading the back, and then he watched as the smile turned into a frown.

Your eyes looked at the spot the book was hiding. Someone had put it in the wrong spot. No wonder you couldn’t find it.

“What’s wrong, love?” Iwazumi asked you.

He knew what was wrong. The book was not in the right spot. The Goldfinch was written by Donna Tartt, but it was in the V authors.

“Someone put it in the wrong place.” Under your breath, you mumbled, “How hard is it to put a book back where it belongs?”

Iwazumi just snorted as he pulled you towards the cashier by your pinky. You gripped the book with right hands, already anticipating reading it.

You looked down at your linked pinkies and smiled. Iwazumi wasn’t the biggest on PDA, but he was clingy, and he needed to be touching you or close to you all the time.

You didn’t like holding hands for a long period of time since your hands usually began to sweat and get clammy, and Iwazumi loved holding your hand.

So you compromised.

Your pinky and Iwazumi’s pinky were always linked. And would be linked forever, Iwazumi firmly believed it. There was no one else for him. Only you.

The cashier smiled at you and Iwazumi. Her kind elderly eyes brightened as she saw your linked pinkies, but neither of you saw that.

“Hello, darlings. Just the one book?”

You smiled and slid the book on the counter. “Hi! Yes, just the one.”

The lady scanned the book and punched a few buttons before speaking again. “And how would you like to pay?”

Before you could answer, Iwazumi held up his debit card. “Debit, please.”

You frowned and reached for his card, but Iwazumi just moved it out of your reach, and then pulled your pinky as a warning.

“Haji, no,” you scolded. “You paid last time! Let me pay.” You looked down at your card to make sure it was the right one when you heard the small beep of the card payment being accepted.

You looked up and scowled at a triumphant Iwazumi and a smiling cashier. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“So not fair,” you mumbled.

The cashier just laughed as she handed Iwazumi your bag. “You’ve got yourself a gentleman.”

Your eyes met the lady’s soft brown ones and you let out a small genuine smile that made Iwazumi’s heart flutter.

You squeezed Iwazumi’s pinky. “Yeah, I do.”

With a smile and a small wave, you walked out of the store, Iwazumi following close behind. Once you two began walking. you started to lightly swing your connected arms back and forth.

“Hajime, you can’t keep buying all my books, you’re gonna go broke.”

Iwazumi rolled his eyes. You two had already had this conversation one too many times. Why didn’t you understand that he wanted to buy all your books? He wanted to buy them because they made you happy. Because as much as you would deny it, he loved seeing the look of adoration in your eyes when he bought them.

“Yes I can, pretty girl. And no, I’m not.”

You just sighed and stuck your tongue out at him.

You two walked in comfortable silence. Today was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky, shining down. Soft white clouds decorated the blue sky and birds flew, putting on a show for all those watching.

As you admired the world around you, Iwazumi admired you.

He didn’t get many days off like this, and even when he did, you two usually opted to stay indoors.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes wandered all over your figure. From your luscious hair to your spring dress. Iwazumi never understood how someone like you could be with someone like him.

And he probably never would.

But Iwazumi was thankful for it everyday. His life, mentality, happiness, and just overall being was so much better with you in it.

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the familiar street sign and he frowned. He didn’t want to go home yet. He wanted to stay out and witness your beauty in the sun.

Iwazumi gently pulled at your pinky, getting your attention. The 5’10 college student’s ears were slightly red when you looked up at him.

“Hajj? What’s wrong?”

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the park across the street.

“I don’t wanna go back yet, love.”

You nodded and adjusted your dress. “What do you want to do?”

Iwazumi looked down at you and your eyes sparkled. He had a feeling you knew what he wanted, but you were going to make him say it.

With a small smile, Iwazumi tugged you towards the park.

“Read to me under the sun.”

You laughed as you followed him, your eyes on his red ears. Seeing your boyfriend getting flustered was the favourite part of your day, and it happened so rarely that when it did, you couldn’t help but smile.

You and Iwazumi both reached the park. The park consisted of a large piece of land with a small children’s playground in the middle. Iwazumi led you to the other side of the park, away from the screaming children and the barking dogs.

Iwazumi stopped in a beautiful green patchy spot and you instantly sat down, fixing your dress and crossing your legs.

From the ground, you looked up at Iwazumi. The sun almost blinding you. You patted your lap and grinned at the wide smile that spread across Iwazumi’s face. The man instantly laid down, his head in your lap and his hands laced together on his chest.

You brought the book to your face, slightly further away so Iwazumi had a clear view of your face. You flipped through the first couple of pages and then cleared your throat, smiling for a second when your eyes met Iwazumi’s.

“While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years. I’d been shut up in my hotel for more than a week—”

Iwazumi was listening, he swear he was, but the way the sun shined on your skin, creating this beautiful glow that had allured him, had the words that slipped off your tongue uninterested.

Your free hand ran through Iwazumi’s dark hair, untangling the pieces. You read with a comfortable ease, having gotten used to reading aloud to Iwazumi. You could feel Iwazumi’s stare but you tried to ignore it.

After you had read almost two pages, you paused and your eyes flickered down.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes shined as they looked up at you and you bit your lip, flustered at the intensity of his gaze.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Haji?”

“You’re so beautiful in the sun, my love.”

When you broke out into an embarrassed smile, Iwazumi’s heart clenched in his chest. He could stay like this forever. His head in your lap as you played with his hair, reading to him.

If there was a heaven, he knew that his would like this. With you staring down at him with a smile as the sun shined on your skin.

Iwazumi wondered if the rest of the park had fallen in love with you yet. If they too had been captured and blinded by your glow and beauty.

Iwazumi was so in love with you. He often wondered what he did to deserve you. You thought the same thing about him. What did you do in your past life to get someone like him?

Iwazumi brought his hand to your chin, gently rubbing your lips with his thumb.

This was it, Iwazumi thought. This is all I could ever want.

omg i’ve never written for iwa before. how exciting! i love him. i should write for him more.

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the power this man has over me is unreal 😔

「 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 」

jotaro kujo x reader

synopsis → early mornings with jotaro.

warnings → none

word count → 667

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↳ BIGGGGGGG jotaro brainrot recently i just… he’s so… yeah <3 also this takes place after crusaders?? like um when joots graduates high school yeah <333

the sun peeks through the cracked windows, a halo of light casting over you. you stir in your sleep, an annoyed whine falling from your lips as you roll away from the sun, tucking your face against warm skin. the arm around you tugs you close despite its owner drowning in slumber. one eye slowly opens, then the other, no longer met by the rising sun but the face of your boyfriend.

his plump lips are parted with each slow breath, head tilted against the pillow. black curls fall over his face, curtaining the smooth planes of his skin. he’s practically glowing under the halo of the morning sky, his already tan skin glistening. his chest rises with every breath that fans over your face, you can feel it against you.

you softly smile to yourself, admiring the sleeping man beside you. a finger slowly traces over the sharp angles of his cheekbone and jaw, dragging down over his contoured collarbones, circling each of his pecs before curving through the valleys of his abdomen. he seemed as if he was sculpted by angels, a sight so breathtaking it was hard to look away.

“you’re staring.”

you freeze, wincing as your eyes travel back to his. jotaro’s eyes are still closed, but the slightest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips.

“sorry?” you apologize, though it comes out like a question.

he shakes his head. “good grief,” he mutters before cracking an eye open.

his eyes, already a dazzling shade of crystal blue seem so luminescent in this light, morphing into a shade of bluish green. there’s a soft smile on his lips, one that’s only reserved for you as his hand smooths over your back and waist beneath your t-shirt.

his eyes drift over your face, pausing at your lips before shooting back up to your eyes. you’re smirking, tracing hearts over his stomach, the gesture bringing a soft blush over your boyfriend’s face, to which he nuzzles deeper into the pillow to hide it. you take pride in knowing you’re the only one who can do that. you bring a hand up, pushing your fingers through the thick jungle of jotaro’s hair, nails grazing his scalp. his eyes flutter, a low hum of approval ringing in his throat as he tugs you closer to him, head against your chest.

you glance at the clock. “it’s early.”

a grunt in agreement.

“we should go help your mom out with breakfast.”

he scoffs against your chest, arms tightening more and more around you. with his strength, there was no way you were leaving his grasp anytime soon. “give us another hour or two. don’t wanna deal with that shit yet.”

you scowl, lighting digging your nails into his head more in retaliation. his eyes peak up, glaring up at you in a way that you knew you couldn’t say no to. you sigh in defeat, resuming your movements in his hair. “fine. but we’re getting up in an hour to help your mom.”

he hums lowly, telling you that’s fine with him before he angles his face up at you. a loving smile, one so pure and so un-jotaro-like rests on his lips. he cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb over your supple skin before drawing your face closer to his lips connecting. it’s soft and pure, so fitting for a morning like now. your brains spinning, thoughts only filled of him, almost as if he casted you under a spell. jotaro isn’t a man of many words, but he still makes sure to show you he loves you

jotaro pulls away, his forehead against yours, thumb smoothing over your cheek, that lazy, sleepy grin he uses for you stretching his cheeks.

“you’re pretty when you smile,” you say, poking his cheek.

jotaro’s smile drops, but you can see the faint sheen of red over his cheeks as he rolls onto his back, tugging you into his chest, mumbling a soft “good grief” before the two of you find your way back into the dreamy haze of slumber.

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