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matchadobo · 6 months ago

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KIDD; the boy in a band

wc: 2560

summary: you caught the eye of the frontman when he was performing and the next thing you know, you're having an overnight adventure with him.

warning/s: very fluff, most nsfw thing is making out, afab iirc? i wrote this with the intention of a fem reader but i think it could also apply to gn?, nightly adventures

note: inspired by this reel 😳

he's got the certain fire in him, his own spotlight in that stage. amidst the hues of violet and red in the deeply congested and ear-splitting parking lot, he somehow caught your eye. among the swarm of people that cheered his name and reached for him, he shared a moment only with you.

and he grinned, canines tugging at his magenta lips. and for a moment, it became quiet and the world stopped. the drums deafened, the mic rang, the people around you slowed down, and your heart raced. because it meant something, you know it meant something more than just him feeling himself or being the rockstar that he is.

"hey, name. name!" your friend jolted you, holding both of your shoulders but you remain in awe even after he looked away and darted across the stage with his guitar and mic. "i was asking if you're having a good time but hey, looks like you became a fan just now." she teased you nudging you with her elbow as she shouted her sentences amidst the cacophonous blasts of the rock concert.

but you couldn't find it in you to budge, even after he broke eye contact. it all stuck in you like glue. it got stuck somewhere down your stomach, like a budding flower or a colony of ants climbing up your chest and suffocating you. it felt ticklish. and your nerves went numb and frozen.

before you could get a hold of yourself, the last set had just finished. the band bid their thanks and goodbyes. you looked around to see people dispersing and the crowd was dissipating. you were about to turn back, ready to get back to your car. but your friend dragged you closer to the stage.

"w-where the hell are you- why are we going to the stage?" you yanked your hand from her.

"come oooon, let's get pictures! others are doing it, look! plus, this is my first concert with them. can we go? please?" she held your hands together, clasping them on hers.

"first you drag me in here, i don't even have any knowledge of the sort with this rookie little band. and now you still wanna insist even if my legs are about to give out? seriously, you never run out of requests." you rolled your eyes.

"it'll be quick, i promise! and hey, don't act like you don't totally dig kidd. i saw you!"

"who?"

"the frontman! oh! i so need to introduce you to him, why don't you get a picture?"

"bitch, i swear to god-"

before you had any protests, she had already dragged you to the stage where the band was chatting with some fans who had just finished taking pictures with them and cleaning up.

that was when you noticed that the redhead had his eyes on you all along. you don't know how long honestly, but when your friend caught the band's attention and your eyes landed on kidd, he was already way ahead of you. he did a little wave with a simple mid-raise of his hand. but you looked away, can't find it in you to be civil.

"hey kidd, they want a pic." the blond called out to him, you remember him as the drummer. he's your friend's bias, what she calls it.

"you sure you don't want me to take a pic?" you whispered to your friend.

"no, no, i want you to be with us." she smiled, clinging onto you.

the band sat on the edge of the stage, the stage was about leveled at your chest. while you two stood before them. your back was turned and you didn't notice that kidd sat behind you until you looked at the pictures on your phone. made you feel quite funny down on your stomach. the sight of you two together got you fangirling for a man you just met.

"hey. enjoyed the show?" kidd greeted, making his way towards you while you fix up your stuff in your car, waiting for your friend.

"y-yeah. but it's my first time attending your mini concert though. got dragged in here." you chuckled a little. "you were amazing back there, by the way."

"mhm, i could tell." he shifted on his foot, grinning again like he used to earlier. his smile does something dangerous to your heart. "had a good stare earlier, aye?"

"how'd i caught your eye?" you decided to play into his teasing game, leaning into your car door. "there's like, hundreds of us. and i'm not even your regular or something."

"mmm, well." he walked closer, crossing his arms as he pretended to think. your gaze shifted to his biceps, snowy and sinewy. "i like staring at pretty things, you just happen to be one of 'em." he winked at you, grin widening as his arrogance exuded a contagious aura with his smile it got you biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling widely.

"so you just do that? charm your fans and then what?"

"so you think i'm charmin'?" he raised a brow, loving every bit of you fighting a smile before you finally broke into a laugh. ah, he's actually starstruck. yet it's funny cuz he's the famous one here.

"a bit, yeah." you nodded, embarrassed as you laugh.

"cuz then i'd ask you out, that's how it usually goes." he handed you his phone, raising a brow as anticipation.

"usually, huh? think you can peg me as one of your flings?" you pushed his phone back to him gently. "i'm good." you smiled, but really you're just playing hard to get.

"not flings, nae. think this'll actually be somethin' nice."

"but you see, kidd, right? this'll be the first and last time we'll be meeting. i just came with my friend because her dad wants someone to accompany her. the next time she'll be alone. so, it's best if you don't mind me too much."

"you underestimate how addictive my music is, me especially." he chuckled a little, his confidence got on your nerves, especially around your heart.

"you're suggesting i'll come to you? on my own volition?"

"highly likely. cuz i know for a fact that when you get home, i'd be stuck in your pretty little head." he licked his lips, nestling his hands deeper in his pockets. cuz shit, you'd be doing the same thing to him, he'd be doing backflips on your mind.

"right, wanna bet on it?"

you guys exchanged numbers but neither of you texted each other when you two got home. yet it was clear that whatever's going on in your head, it was about him.

that was the time you searched him up. he was a pretty big deal but his band was still local, they had a couple thousand of fans. had mini concerts in empty parking lots like earlier. do gigs in some local pubs and bars.

so you got a hold of your earphones and pulled their band up on spotify. once you hit shuffle you turned off your phone and lied down, closing your eyes as you hear the subtle taps of the instruments before the music starts.

it was an acoustic version of what they played earlier. so that was the title, victoria. the band took turns singing but when it was kidd's turn, you quite literally fell in love.

and it got stuck in your head, the song, the beats, everything. especially kidd singing. even when washing the dishes or getting ready for the night. god, you couldn't sleep that night.

his voice did something to you. a bit silvery, husky, and quite smoky. it made your throat dry. your limbs weak. your head fuzzy. his resonance weaved through your senses, clouding them. and each time he'd be lowly growling, still matching the softness of the tune, it'd make your heart stop. you were fucking hypnotized.

it was already 11 in the evening and you decided to screw it, just text him already.

and funnily enough, you two texted at the same time. both of you hey's appeared on your screen. at that point, kidd was quck to call you.

"so you were thinking about me." he greeted, the grin evident on his voice. his voice this close to your ear is making your head spin.

"don't act like i was the only one contemplating. plus, you called first." you sound embarrassed, and he loved it. he knows you're blushing and shit.

"right, sure."

"but i uh- listened to your songs."

"you did? of course, you did. you miss me that much?"

"shut up, that's not...what i was trying to say."

"but you do miss me, right?"

"MY POINT IS you have a really nice voice, the acoustic of victoria. yeah that was- i have it on repeat." you chuckled in embarrassment, god this guy is making you lose your cool.

"thanks. you're makin' it hard for me to sleep tonight, really." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"oh, am i keeping you up?"

"to be honest, yes. but i don't mind. matter of fact, i do want you to keep me up, bonnie."

"d-do you maybe wanna..." you hesitated for a bit, but your heart was screaming. you need to get it out. you had no qualms about being rejected because you're sure as hell he'd be down. but the thrill is driving you nuts. "go out tonight? just for a bit i... want to see you."

and on the other end, kidd was laughing his heart out. he sounded nice. even if he was making fun of you, which he isn't, you don't mind so long as you hear him laugh.

"fuck, don't get me wrong. i ain't laughin' at you or some shit but, that was my exact thought. cuz your stubborn ass got in my head and i had, for the life of me, see you."

so you two met up at the nearest mcdonalds', he was the first one there. you two spent until the clock struck three getting to know about each other, one story led to another, stuffing yourselves with fast food, and going from store to store taking pictures and whatnot.

"shit, i've got class tomorrow." you choked on your ice cream which he bought you when you got glimpse of the time from the big clock on the convenience store.

"oh fuck, me too."

you two bursted into laughter, almost walking away from each other.

"no but seriously, i have to get home. it's an 8am class, kidd." you shuffled through your phone, scrolling through the messages of your mom on where you are.

"oh, mine doesn't start till 12 i think." he looked through his phone to look at his schedule. "come on i'll drop you home."

"wait, really? t-that's- it's fine really."

"and i insist. no buts." it must be the familiarity that you two formed because it was natural enough for him to hold your hand and walk you to his motorbike so you have no choice but to comply. you'd be lying if you say that didn't make your stomach tickle.

before you reach his bike, he turned around and faced you earnestly. "but do you wanna or am i bein' a total creep?"

"no! i mean, if it's not any bother? but it's quite forward, i don't know. i haven't ridden a motorcycle before and-"

"your consent is all i need, aye? i'd have you sit in the front and i'll be behind, no way you'd be in any fuckin' danger." he handed you his helmet, the only one he has. "trust me?"

"if it's danger, i think you're the only one i have to worry about." you took his helmet, fastening it under your chin. eliciting a chuckle from him.

he got on first so he could support you when you get in front of him.

"wait, you don't have a helmet?"

"it'd just be a 5minute drive no need to, yours is the only one i have."

"kidd, i swear to god if there are cops."

"thought you trusted me?"

he revved up his engine, arms beside you as you felt his warmth on your back. his body pressed against yours as he powered through the mini roads of your town. he'd ask if you're having a good time with the breeze and you'd nod, feeling a birthday party in your chest from the adrenaline and proximity.

thankfully, no cops crossed your ways and you were now a few houses on your driveway.

"same time tomorrow?" he started, taking off your helmet for you. you hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"a little earlier would be better."

there was a fleeting moment where you two held your gazes, as if waiting for the other to say something or wanting either of you to say something. you closed the distance between the two of you because you were off and kidd was still on his bike.

and he knew exactly what you plan on doing. so he grinned as if teasing you, challenging you if you would actually do it. and you just decided to just do it, pulling him by his collar and kissing him.

he smiled through the kiss, angling his face a little to the side so he can add a little tongue. cheeky bastard. he got a hold of your cheek, hand spanning until the back of your neck, he had a firm grip there as he subtly pulled on your locks.

he hummed through your lips as he tasted your chapstick and the residual syrup from your ice cream. sipping on your lips like its a popsicle. you can taste the blackberry lollipop he had which made his lips a little darker and his tongue stained with a tint of magenta.

neither of you refused to pulled away, even if you needed air. it was a almost a battle, a challenge on who'll back down first. but in all reality, it was addicting. he was addicting. with the way he holds you delicately yet firm in his arms, on the small of your back and the subtle brushes on your jaw.

but you were no saint to him either. he wanted to devour you. if it weren't for the respect he had for you and the fact that today was just your first meeting, he would've taken you home. but he wanted to take it with your pace, he didn't want his needs to be first for once. he wanted to satisfy you. see that blush on your face because of him. or the neediness in your eyes that you want more of his lips. or how you'd smile after the kiss and give his lower lip a yearning tug cuz you obviously wanted more. he'd value your reaction more than his selfish lust.

which would explain why he couldn't stop smiling when your foreheads were pressed together after the kiss. he tucked strands of hair behind your ear and gave you one last kiss on the cheek.

"see you tomorrow, aye?" he mumbled lowly, before letting you go. "good night."

it was like watching a really good movie and you feel so full after. yeah. so much so you had to tell your mom about it.

"mom, i met a boy."

"and got home at goddamn 3?!"

AAAAAA had some free time this week and decided to whip this up 😳 been wanting to make a frontman kidd au whoooooooh

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rkxsungwoon-blog · 6 years ago

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☆ MGA5 EPISODE TWO ; JULY 4 #5008 HA SUNGWOON ; interview

much like the last episode, the ceos retire to discuss the results of the performances while the contestants are ushered one by one into private rooms to be interviewed on the day’s events. sungwoon wonders if this will become a staple from now on. if so… he’s not entirely sure how to feel—the interviews broadcasted last week were interesting, to say the least. he supposes it adds some excitement to the broadcast along with giving viewers a glimpse into the personalities of the contestants. it also feels like russian roulette, like the producers are waiting for someone to inevitably say something damaging during their interviews and metaphorically shoot themselves in the foot.

but maybe the moment of reflection is a good thing too. sungwoon appreciates getting the chance to reorient, to breathe and consider the day’s events and performances in one go. he never truly struggles to answer, so his complaints are probably less valid than most. rather than being truly worried, he’s eager to get this over with and get to the results.

when his name is called, sungwoon rises and gives his friends a double thumbs up before following the staff to the interview room. a quick touch up of his hair and makeup later, he’s seated in a familiar chair in front of the interviewer in a set-up not much different from last week. he greets the interviewer with a smile and makes some idle small talk about the weather and how their day is going so far until the cameraman indicates it’s time to begin.

showtime.

so, welcome back, sungwoon. you’ve managed to survive the first cut, but what did you think of the results last week otherwise?

ah. he expected this one. cutting fifty people from the competition at one time is a lot. of course they’d be asked about it. “i didn’t expect there to be quite as many eliminations from the beginning, so it was a little nerve-wracking, to be honest.” sungwoon is grateful his friends survived alongside him, but admitting as much might sound like rubbing salt in the wounds of people who were separated from their friends.

he decides to keep it neutral. “all my predictions for who would make it to the next round came true, though! well, except one.” poor chan. sungwoon really thought he was good, but his opinion doesn’t count for much when it comes to rap. “i guess that disqualifies me as a psychic? unless i make sure to include a disclaimer that there’s a 16% error margin on all predictions?” he laughs, embarrassed as he realizes his mental math might be a little off. “actually, don’t fact check me on that number.” math isn’t his strong suit, but he refuses to be make a fool of himself over numbers on national tv.

shaking his head slightly, he taps his fingers against his knee in thought. “it was disappointing to see so many talented people go home,” sungwoon adds slowly. “but it’s a competition and, well, i have to believe the ceos made the decisions they did for a reason.” they clearly know what they’re doing, and it’s not for him to question them yet.

how did you feel when you realized you were through to the next round?

“i was relieved, mostly,” sungwoon admits readily. a sigh escapes his lips as he thinks back to the moment his name was called—he’d felt weak and weightless at the same time, even more so when the others made it through safely. sungwoon would like to say he never had any doubts, but that isn’t entirely true. there’s always room for doubt. “i would’ve been mortified to get eliminated so early in the competition.” honestly, he’d be equally mortified to get eliminated now, but it feels unnecessary to add that into his answer. “it also felt right, you know?” he continues with a sheepish smile. “i felt acknowledged by the judges, and that went a long way towards boosting my confidence for today’s performance!”

many people have expressed concern about the number of previous mga contestants participating in this season. as one of the people highlighted as a former contestant during the episode, how does the backlash make you feel?

well, this is one he didn’t expect. of course sungwoon is aware of the backlash—the previous episode literally broadcast one of the contestants’ thoughts on the subject, and the netizens seem united in the opinion that this year has too many old faces. and as one of the old faces, his opinion on the subject should be pretty clear: it sucks, and he doesn’t agree that just because they’ve been on the show before, they have no place on it now. he’s not sure why the interviewers would ask this, unless they’re hoping he gives them something juicy to air? sungwoon is determined to avoid that trap, to think carefully over his response before he gives it.

honesty is the best way to play this, in his opinion. “it’s not the greatest, i’ll admit.” wringing his hands together, he shoots the interviewer a distracted, what can you do, kind of smile before raking his fingers through his hair. “i think it’s disingenuous to act like being on the show one year means we can never come back or to claim we’ve used up our one and only chance. it’s not like we stopped dreaming just because it didn’t work out the first time.” for many, including sungwoon, participating in the mgas increased his desire to stand up on stage.

“i also believe people might be under the impression that we’ve had tons of opportunities for success following the show last year?” being on tv might’ve brought a little bit of localized fame for a brief period of time last year, but all that is gone now, leaving old contestants as forgotten relics of a different time. “but i can tell you that’s not really true—personally, at least. no companies were looking to sign me, and i didn’t have any other prospects.” a bitter pill to swallow, but there it is! he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “compared to a lot of other competitions, the mgas are accessible, so yeah, i gave them a shot again, but because this might be the only way i ever make it. i’m sure others feel the same way.”

god, he said a lot more than he intended to. sungwoon takes a deep breath and shakes his head, forcing a smile he hopes looks natural. “if the new contestants are worried about facing the old ones, well, a little healthy competition never hurt anyone, right?”

i see. moving on, how do you think you did this week?

“like i said, i’m never satisfied.” he feels like this will be a familiar refrain if this question continues to come up again, but it continues to be true. he needs the persistent buzz under his skin, the nagging voice that tells him he can do better. it drives sungwoon to improve, and that’s worth the temporary discomfort. still, his feelings towards today’s stage is largely positive overall. “i know my performance wasn’t as exciting as some of the others. that’s always the risk when you do a ballad, right?” sungwoon was well aware of it from the beginning. “and for once i didn’t play an instrument. that was nerve-wracking, let me tell you.”

he straightens up in his seat. “but i wanted the focus to be on my voice today.” no bells and whistles, just sungwoon showing the judges what he’s capable of. “so i chose to sing a korean song, one that ended up becoming pretty personal for me. i think… i did all i could up on the stage, and i hope it resonated with everyone who listened. that’s all i can really ask for.”

who do you think is the best under each skill?

oh, now that’s an interesting question. sungwoon wouldn’t have been able to answer it last week due to the sheer number of people performing, but after watching the episode and sitting through today’s stages, sungwoon is in a better position to judge the rest of the contestants. the interviewer catches the grin spreading across his face and asks him if he’s thinking of naming himself, to which sungwoon responds “oh, no. no,” with a laugh. he wouldn’t dream of it. “i’ll try not to name only empty enigma members either, but you can’t blame me if a few slip in.”

for singers… sungwoon feels like quite a few of them are strong. this is the only category he feels qualified to talk about at length, in any case. “i think heejin is a strong singer, maybe the strongest in the competition. i enjoy her vocal color, and i think her voice is powerful. she has a strong stage presence too, so i definitely think she’s someone to watch for.” he wants to mention a few other singers as well, but he’s determined to keep his picks to one each this time. or… maybe two. two picks, maximum. “hyojin too! he sang one of my favorite day6 songs, and his range is insane. i can’t wait to hear more from him.”

dancers are harder to comment on; sungwoon doesn’t know enough (or feels confident enough) to choose the best in this category. “uh, i think i’m only qualified to talk about who i liked the best, so take all this with a grain of salt.” he probably shouldn’t say park woojin, but the first name that comes out of his mouth is—”park woojin, for sure. though to be clear, i would pick him even if we weren’t friends. his performance was powerful and captivating—i think he’s easily the best dancer here.” he wants to mention kenta as well, but he doesn’t want to come off as too biased either. “i also think yugyeom is a good dancer. i don’t know how i feel about him in general, but i won’t deny talent when i see it.”

rappers are possibly harder to talk about than dancers, so sungwoon takes his time running through the list of performances before answering. “i think the number of female rappers in the competition this year are pretty cool, so i’d have to pick one of them. sakura, maybe? i was surprised by her performance, but in a good way.” his second choice is so obvious, sungwoon wonders if he even has to state it out loud. “and mason, obviously. he’s a good rapper, maybe one of the best, but that’s a given.”

were there any performances you liked?

sungwoon hates questions like these, mostly because he never has enough time to mention everyone he wants to. just saying ‘all of them’ would save a lot of time, but he’s pretty sure that isn’t allowed. also, it’s not truthful either. there are performances he definitely didn’t enjoy. the question is about ones he did, however, and sungwoon runs through the ones he remembers well enough in his mind before blurting out the first one that stayed with him. “daniel’s!” wait, that really isn’t going to help him sound less biased. his face warms and he scratches his cheek while rushing to gather his thoughts. “okay, honestly. i know he’s not the best of the rappers, but he wrote his own rap and the lyrical content was straight fire. his performance had me hyped up. how can i not mention it?”

aside from daniel, there are a few others he wants to mention. “eunji’s dance was… i know i mentioned her last week as a talented singer, but she’s a phenomenal dancer as well. her performance was really powerful and compelling. park jinyoung—i liked his voice, and i thought his song choice was very appropriate for his tone. personally, he’s one to watch for me as well.” pausing, sungwoon leans back in his chair and rubs his chin in thought. “yeji? i thought she did a great job too—really, a lot of the girls have been killing it this year. i wish i could mention them all because they deserve it.”

were there any you didn’t like?

“guys, seriously,” he laughs, letting his arms fall to his sides. “have people answered this?” how many have taken the bait and actually said something negative about their fellow contestants? the interviewer won’t answer that for him, so sungwoon is left wondering when he should bite or not. maybe he should, but gently? “there were a couple of performances i was let down by,” he admits. “kyungsoo, for one. i really enjoy his voice, but i wasn’t sold on his song choice, so i think that colored my opinion of his performance.” toxic isn’t a choice he’d make personally, and while he respects it, sungwoon isn’t sure it’s appropriate for this stage of the competition. “i also enjoyed suwoong’s performance last week, but not as much this week… i don’t know, i think he could’ve taken it a bit more seriously?” sungwoon shrugs. “they’re both good performers; just not my cup of tea.”

is there anyone you are certain will move onto the next phase of the mgas?

“is it time for sungwoon the psychic’s predictions again?” he taps his forehead, thought he’s… not exactly sure why. “uh, well, i think everyone i mentioned as the best of their categories will go through. special shout out to mason, because he’s going all the way to the finale! mark my words.” he doesn’t know if he has any solid picks outside of those. “yuri? she has a powerful voice and the necessary star power.” hm, maybe that’s all? no, wait, he remembers one of the dancers leaving an impression and struggles to pronounce her name properly. “jieqiong? she’s pretty and talented; i would expect her to go through.” sungwoon figures he’d better stop there—or he’ll end up naming half the contestants in the competition. “let’s see how many of these work out! remember, 16% error rate!”

is there anyone you are certain will be eliminated today?

“my third eye broke; i can’t answer that,” sungwoon says, completely straight faced. several moments pass before his expression cracks into a distant smile. “no, seriously—i’m not sure what criteria the judges are basing their assessments on, so i can’t answer. you’d think it would be straightforward, but someone who’s average in a skill can get far based on their sheer charisma and stage presence, right? so i think it could be anyone’s game.” he won’t speculate further; it’s not his place. and he’s worried that if he does start to consider who might be eliminated, a few familiar names could potentially pop into mind.

that’s all for now. thank you!

“thank you! you’ve worked hard.” sungwoon rises and bows to the interviewer and the staff before returning to his seat. he steals a bottle of water from one of the empty enigma members and polishes it off with a cheeky smile. “i need this, guys. i talked a lot,” he complains when they ask. when do you not? someone answers, and sungwoon glares at them playfully before promising to buy another bottle during their break. it’s much easier to stick to smiles and lighthearted conversation before eliminations, and sungwoon does his best to keep the atmosphere cheery.

it’s all he can do for them right now.

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thefrontbottomgrowth · 2 years ago

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Birthday Dinner (Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin AU)-Part 1

Description: After Jotaro helps Josuke make the streets of Morioh a safer place, he decides to move there with Kakyoin to continue his study of local marine life. It's Kakyoin's birthday and Jotaro wants to celebrate but he knows it reminds him of his lonely childhood, isolated by being the only stand user at his school.

WC: 2560

A/N: I wrote this intending it to be a one-off piece so I have no clue when/if the next part will be done

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Morioh is lovely. Right now, the cafe is bustling with tourists. Those boys Jotaro likes to have over stopped by on their way to school to say hello. Moving here was one of the best ideas Jotaro ever had. The day goes quickly with the sporadic rushes we get, vacationers begging for coffee and directions, and a few office workers stopping by on their lunch breaks. The sun is still high in the sky when I start my walk home. My body starts to ache, it’s ached the whole day but it’s only when I can slow down after work that it finally rushes at me and I have to stop. The sun that stretches from the western corner of the sky glitter off the ocean dotted with fishing boats and tourist cruisers. Maybe we can go for a swim after dinner. My body hasn’t been the same since everything that happened in Egypt. Getting nearly blown to pieces will do that, I suppose. The cool water helps it stop aching so much.

Jotaro is leaning over the stove when I open the door. The whole house smells fantastic, there are pans sizzling on the stove and a large pot of boiling water. He doesn’t hear me enter so I sneak up behind him for a better look at what he’s making and another lungful of all the smells. I wrap my arms around his torso and hug him.

“Oh, there you are, I was starting to worry.”

I kiss his cheek and ruffle his hair. It’s soft between my fingers, like warm strands of dark silk despite being a little matted from his hat.

“Just had to stop for a wonderful ocean view on my way home,” I tell him, only sharing half the truth because he always worries about me. I let go of him to lean against the table and let him get back to tending to everything sizzling away on the stove.

“You’re not in any pain are you?”

“No more than normal,” I shrug, “What’s for dinner? It smells amazing.”

“Squid ink pasta with a special surprise for dessert.”

“Seems fancy, “ I begin to set the table, I like to help when I can, though I have to ignore the way my body aches. “Are we celebrating new species of starfish?”

He grunts a little like it’s a shocking question. We’ve done it before, it was our first fancy dinner in this house. He’d discovered it before we had our table set up so we ate off a cardboard box on the floor. Kujo's Starfish earned him his doctorate in the field.

“Don’t you know what today is?” He sounds a little frustrated.

“Happy anniversary?” I throw out there, though I know our anniversary already passed this year and that it’s in May.

He takes a breath and begins to strain the pasta. His sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow, his toned forearms are battered with scars from the sea and numerous battles he’d gotten in over the years. He picked a lot of fights, using Star Platinum to his advantage before we moved here. Living on the coast has seemed to make him peaceful.

“Good grief. Today is… it’s your birthday.”

My stomach tightens, good grief is right. I always try to forget my birthday. Actually, I try to ignore it, I pretend it’s not happening. He loves birthdays though, he loves to make a big deal out of them like his mom did for him.

“Right,” I force a smile, “Happy birthday to me, I can’t believe I’m eighteen already.” I try to joke. Even though we’ve known each other for a decade, sometimes I forget we’ve aged at all.

“More like eighty, you old man!” He laughs and pokes my side. He is six months older than me I remind him. He’s the old man.

We sit down for dinner. He tells me about his day, mostly wading around shallow waters and sketching the starfish that cling to the rocks. I love watching him talk about it, the way his eyes light up and he gets excited makes my heart thump a little faster. He’s so handsome when he goes on and on about his studies.�� By the time he reaches the end of it, I’ve nearly forgotten about my birthday.

I tell him about my day and those teenagers he knows, how the one with the pompadour stopped by to say hello. I can never remember their names, just what they look like.

“Josuke? He’s a good kid, showed me that great Italian place in town.” He sips his tea, then nearly spits it out. “Your surprise, how could I be so mindless? Wait here.”

He gets up and goes to the fridge. The phone begins to ring, and he lets the fridge close, but I swear I catch sight of a delicious-looking cake. And though I want to tear into a slice, I remember my birthday. As Jotaro answers the phone, I begin to feel sad. It’s hard not to think about all my birthdays after my mom stopped trying to connect with me. This isn’t then, I remind myself. My beautiful fiance made me a beautiful dinner. I’m happy now. That’s what really matters.

“No, and don’t call again.” Jotaro snaps and slams the phone down with enough force, it almost breaks. The whole fuss snaps me back to reality.

“Now,” he straightens the lock of hair that’s fallen on his forehead, “Your birthday surprise.” He turns to the fridge and takes out a stunning tiramisu lined with cherries, my favorite.

“Happy birthday, honey. You want to keep it small, I know. I thought we could go to the beach tomorrow and just relax.”

I leap to my feet and hug him. I stuff my blushing face into his shoulder. My memory floods away, suddenly I understand why he likes to make a big deal about birthdays. I feel like we could be the only people in the world. He kisses me, I'm swept away with Jotaro’s arms around me. Maybe birthdays are so bad.

“You like it?”

“It’s perfect. There’s not a whole surprise party waiting, or something, right?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. I kiss him on the mouth and smile against his lips.

“Aren’t you going to try it? I promise it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever eaten.”

As the cake melts in my mouth, the phone rings again. Jotaro pulls out Star Platnium to send the call to voicemail. He bunches his eyebrow and groans. I brush my fingers over his to try and get his attention. He turns back to me with his face relaxed, but I can still see the frustration brewing behind his eyes.

“You’re right, this cake is delicious.”

My body aches a little less with every bite. Jotaro smirks like he can see the relief on my face. It’s the work of some stand, he explains. Fixes things inside the body. Even now, I’m amazed at how stands are so limitless. They aren’t just for destroying or screwing people over, they’re for healing too. All the same, I know that the cake is only a temporary fix. If not tomorrow morning, I’ll ache the next day. That doesn’t mean it goes unappreciated though. Hell, it could’ve been a normal cake and I’d still be happy when it’s this delicious.

I know he worries about me, and blames himself even, for what happened. Life got so much better after we won that battle, even if I haven’t healed. Those few weeks turned into a lifetime of something I never thought I’d earn. I know he hasn’t either but he hides the pain well. I know he’s happier now too, and he doesn’t hide that. Sometimes I catch him dancing around the kitchen to the radio, sometimes I catch him looking at me with a smile on his face. I’ve started thinking about what I’ll do when his birthday rolls around. Maybe we’ll go to France and see our friends.

The phone rings again as we’re settling down before bed. Before Jotaro can groan about it, I hurry over to the phone. He chases after me, pleading me just to let it ring.

I answer anyway. He stands there, I expect he’d be mad and erupt or even knock it out of my hand, instead, he looks deflated; his shoulders slouch and he glances at me. There’s a look on his face like he’s waiting for a glass to fall from a table and shatter but he’s powerless to stop it.

“Son? Is that you?” My mother’s voice comes through, crackling through the speaker.

“Mom?”

“Oh, I’m so glad I finally caught you. Your friend wouldn’t let me talk to my birthday boy.”

Something in me shatters then. I look at the counter, too frozen with frustration to look at Jotaro. My eyes begin to water, but I refuse to cry over her, over this, over the years wasted. I kick the cabinet, it sends a jolt of pain up my leg so intense I have to lean back on the table for support.

“What made you change your mind?”

“What do you mean?” She asks. She knows why I hate my birthday. She knows it reminds me of watching all the other kids at school celebrate together, never getting invited to parties. I really didn’t have friends until I crossed paths with Jotaro and the other stand users. Before them, I was alone. Still, she can't stand him, she and my dad think the trip to Egypt turned me gay. Maybe even that made me even lonelier as a kid.

It wasn’t just birthdays that I hated. Back then, it was every day. I always felt like I was reaching at the ocean, watching the secrets to life slip through my grip. It was between her and dad, everyone at school. Everyone but me. They all had something, call it companionship, call it trust, call it understanding, but everyone around me had something with another person, at least one. Whatever it was, it always lingered just out of my reach. I look at the cake plates in the sink. I want Jotaro to swoop in and hug me from behind, to remind me that I’m not alone. It’s between him and me, I remind myself. There’s nothing keeping me from being happy now, no barrier or person excluding me. For years, she had the chance. I haven’t heard from her in years of course like I wasn’t worth the effort. What changed that she suddenly care enough now?

“What do you want?”

Jotaro comes to my side. He pulls out a chair from the table, then another.

“Well, I wanted to say happy birthday of course!” Her voice is so cheery, it makes me sick, it feels like fake sugar pooling in my ears and mouth then rotting my teeth. She asks if I’ve met any women, she’s worried about me being alone. At the same time, I want to laugh and hang up the phone.

“Thank you for calling, I really need to get going now.” Jotaro and I sit next to each other. He takes my free hand and wraps it in his fingers. They’re warm and weathered.

“Wait, won’t you come home, your father and I want to take you out to dinner.”

“Can I bring a guest?”

I know if I say his name, she’ll roll her eyes, and she’ll call him my friend again. Even if he were nothing more than a friend, shouldn’t he be important anyway? I didn’t have a friend until I was seventeen, I want to remind her she was just worried about me being all alone.

“Just not that tall friend, he’s very rude.” I look at him.

“His name is Jotaro, he’s my fiance.”

“Don’t say things just to upset me now, don’t do that to your poor mother. I haven’t seen you in ages. Come home for your birthday.”

“It’s late mom,” I say trying to keep my composure. I want to scream at her, I want to remind her why I hate my birthday. “I should get to bed.”

“Fine, bring your friend for all I care, just, please come home? We’ll pay for your train ticket.”

“I’ll call you back in the morning, and let you know.”

I hang up then and throw the phone across the room. I want to use my stand to smash it into pieces. Then, I break down in tears in front of Jotaro. My face falls against the table, my cheeks are hot. I wish I didn’t exist. He tilts my head up and dries my cheeks. Even all these miles away and she still has a hold on me. I’m like a stupid kid again, waiting to fit into the family.

He brews some tea and I trudge back to bed.

“It’s not your fault you know, your mom’s a bitch.”

I chuckle at his bluntness. He’s right of course even though I’ve done everything I can to stop them from meeting. She stopped trying to understand me and just started acting as if she did. I know she wanted to help but all it did was make me feel like I had to pretend

I sit in bed and sip my tea in the darkness as he undresses in the pale moonlight sneaking in through the window. His body is softer than it once was, I consider it another welcome change that unfolded over the years. His belly sticks out a little, his arms are still toned. I can’t see it all in the moonlight, but I’ve memorized each curve on his body.

“I’m sorry I made a big fuss before, about you answering the phone.” He crawls into bed next to me. He lays his head on my chest so I can play with his hair. “Every time you talk to your mom, I watch you turn small. I hate it.”

“Do you want to go?”

“To dinner with your mom?”

I nod. Maybe it won’t be so bad, I tell myself

“And watch you disappear into some lonely kid again?”

I don’t say anything. He’s right, it’s a stupid hope. She gave up on me when I was just a kid, why should I have to keep trying with her?

“If you want to go, I’ll come with you but I’ll pay for the train fare. Okay?”

I want to tell him he’s the best. I want to tell him how lucky I am we found each other, and that he survived my brainwashed attempt at his life. I’m even luckier that he let me stick around after everything was said and done. I want to tell him I love him, but all I can manage is, “Thank you. But I’d rather spend the day at the beach.”

“Sounds good to me,” his voice is deep but soft. His words are almost slurred, I know he’s about to fall asleep.

“Can we get more of that cake?”

“We can get a whole bakery if you wan,” he trails off.

In the darkness, his hand wanders up my stomach, over the cotton of my shirt and the scar left on my abdomen. I weave my fingers between his, I hear him exhale and feel him smile on my chest. Around us, the room is still and silent. If I try hard enough, I can hear the lullaby of the waves crashing on the rocky beach. Mostly though, I can hear the cars rushing around, though Morioh is pretty quiet at night. I can hear a dog barking somewhere nearby. Jotaro begins to snore. I lie awake for a while listening to it all. His head is heavy on my chest, but I feel so light and happy.

#jotaro x kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 3 #noriaki kakyoin #jjba au #jjba fanfic #long post

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magic-is-something-we-create · 3 years ago

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Writing Update Dec. 6-13th, 2021

It is the return of the weekly updates!! Because I’m drafting again!! Yay!!!!

Approx. Words Written: 2560 WIPs Worked On: Echoseers [total wc: 2.5k] Current Chapter: 1

Favorite line/scene this week:

And in this moment on the precipice of shattered glass, beneath leaves red as blood and gazing into the eyes of the man who tried to make me a soldier, I realize I’ve changed. I must have, because a mere few months ago I stood straighter, stumbled through speech and slipped back into my old self under his gaze.

I’ve changed, because I don’t care like I used to that this was once my father’s brother in arms.

Scene I'm looking forward to:

Ember has a Very Important conversation coming up in the latter half of this chapter, and I’m very excited for it and the repercussions!

This week's soundtrack:

Driven by Marika Takeuchi, Glass by Kevin Penkin, and Daredevil by Adriel Fair.

Notes/thoughts:

Echoseers is going well so far! I have the entire first chapter scripted out already, so now it’s just a matter of actually writing it out. And my writing streak is at 122 days now, so that’s really motivating!!

Also, having a couple friends informally beta-read Firebreathers was a very lovely boost to my confidence (thank u @writeblrfantasy i appreciate every single one of your comments) and I’m very excited for the formal beta reading to help me fix up the flaws I’ve gotten too used to to see!!

#weekly update #echoseers #the millennium saga

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khamgiodau · 7 years ago

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BỆNH MẠCH MÁU NGOẠI VI

I. ĐẠI CƯƠNG Bệnh mạch máu ngoại vi bao gồm bệnh của động mạch và tĩnh mạch nằm ngoài các mạch máu ở tim và não. Trong phần này tập trung nói đến bệnh động mạch ngoại vi. Người bệnh ĐTĐ có nguy cơ cao bị tắc hẹp động mạch chi dưới, gấp 15 lần người không bị ĐTĐ. Bàn chân ĐTĐ thường do phối hợp của bệnh lý mạch máu và bệnh lý thần kinh. Tắc động mạch ngoại vi thường gặp ở người lớn tuổi, nếu xảy ra ở người <50 tuổi thường là ở người ĐTĐ với các yếu tố nguy cơ khác của xơ vữa động mạch như hút thuốc lá, rối loạn chuyển hóa lipid, tăng huyết áp. II. TRIỆU CHỨNG Triệu chứng thay đổi từ giai đoạn nhẹ đến nặng. Người bệnh có thể không có triệu chứng hoặc có triệu chứng đi cách hồi, đau khi nghỉ, loét, hoại tử ngón chân. - Đau cách hồi: triệu chứng đau xuất hiện sau khi người bệnh đi bộ một khoảng cách, giảm khi nghỉ. Triệu chứng đau sẽ xuất hiện trở lại sau khi đi bộ một khoảng cách tương tự. Khi bệnh trở nặng, khoảng cách đi được trước khi bị đau sẽ ngắn dần. Bệnh tại động mạch chủ và động mạch hông sẽ gây đau ở bụng, bệnh tại vùng động mạch đùi và nhượng chân sẽ gây đau ở bắp chân khi đi bộ. Triệu chứng không xuất hiện khi ngồi hoặc đứng. Hội chứng Leriche bao gồm đi cách hồi, giảm cương, mạch đùi giảm hoặc mất. Hội chứng này do hẹp phần xa của động mạch chủ. - Đau khi nghỉ do thiếu máu thường ở ngọn chi do kết hợp bệnh mạch máu ngoại vi và giảm tưới máu. Bệnh thường nặng thêm khi giảm cung lượng tim. Triệu chứng có thể giảm một phần hay hoàn toàn khi người bệnh buông thõng chân, tưới máu sẽ tốt hơn do ảnh hưởng trọng lực. - Loét do thiếu máu động mạch có cường độ đau rất mạnh, loét do nguyên nhân thần kinh không đau và thường vết loét nằm ở mặt lòng bàn chân, chỗ chịu áp lực, loét do tĩnh mạch chỉ gây đau nhẹ. - Cần phân biệt với các bệnh lý có thể gây đau vùng chân: chèn ép cơ học rễ thần kinh, thoái khớp, viêm khớp, túi phình động mạch, nang Barker ở nhượng chân, hội chứng chèn ép khoang. Triệu chứng ngoại vi bao gồm: mất mạch, yếu liệt, dị cảm, đau, tím tái. - Đánh giá bán định lượng mức độ tái của da chân có thể giúp cho chẩn đoán. Đánh giá mức độ tái của da chi dưới khi người bệnh nằm. Nếu da tái khi chân duỗi trên 220 mặt phẳng, đánh giá là độ 4. Nếu da chân bình thường khi duỗi thẳng, nâng chân lên cao 60 độ, nếu da tái xuất hiện trong vòng 30 giây, đánh giá là độ 3, nếu dưới 60 giây, là độ 2, da tái lúc 60 giây là độ 1, nếu da chi không tái sau khi nâng cao 60 độ trong vòng 60 giây là độ 0. III. CHẨN ĐOÁN Đo chỉ số cổ chân cánh tay (ankle brachial index-ABI) bằng siêu âm Doppler mạch máu hoặc đo huyết áp: ABI < 0,9: phát hiện bệnh động mạch ngoại vi với độ nhạy 95%, và độ chuyên có thể lên đến 100%. ABI < 0,5: tỉ lệ sống sót sau 5 năm rất thấp. ABI có thể bình thường khi nghỉ do hệ thống mạch bàng hệ phát triển. Do đó có thể đo sau khi vận động. ABI > 1,0 có thể gặp ở người bệnh ĐTĐ do thành động mạch bị calci hóa và không ép được. Nếu dự định can thiệp, cần đánh giá mức độ và vị trí hẹp. Siêu âm duplex: xác định vị trí và mức độ hẹp. Chụp hình động mạch với thuốc cản quang: khi dự định can thiệp để tái tưới máu. Cần quan tâm chức năng thận. Điện tim để tìm dấu hiệu dày dãn các buồng tim, loạn nhịp tim, nhồi máu cơ tim. Các xét nghiệm để đánh giá bệnh lý nền và yếu tố nguy cơ: glucose huyết, lipid huyết công thức máu, tình trạng đông máu, BUN creatinin. Ở các trung tâm chuyên sâu, có thể đo các chỉ dấu của hiện tượng viêm. Gia tăng nồng độ D Dimer, CRP siêu nhạy, interleukin 6, homocystein thường liên hệ với giảm khả năng vận động ở chi dưới. IV. ĐIỀU TRỊ Nếu người bệnh có triệu chứng đau khi nghỉ, loét hoại tử, cần hội chẩn với chuyên khoa phẫu thuật mạch máu. Thay đổi cách sống: ngừng hút thuốc, luyện tập 3 lần/tuần, mỗi lần 30-45 phút trong ít nhất 12 tuần có thể giúp giảm triệu chứng. Chăm sóc vệ sinh bàn chân, đi giày phù hơp. Kiểm soát huyết áp, huyết áp mục tiêu <140-130/80 mmHg. Kiểm soát lipid, mục tiêu LDL<70mg/dL (1,8mmol/L). Statin có tác dụng cải thiện chức năng độc lập với tác dụng giảm LDL. Kiểm soát glucose huyết không ảnh hưởng nhiều đến bệnh mạch máu ngoại vi. Aspirin 75-325mg/ngày được chỉ định ở người bệnh hẹp động mạch nặng và đã có bệnh tim mạch, để phòng ngừa các biến cố tim mạch và đột quị. Dùng clopidogrel nếu người bệnh không dung nạp aspirin. Cilostazol được chỉ định khi người bệnh có triệu chứng đau nhưng không thể can thiệp phẫu thuật. Pentoxifylline không được các tác giả Mỹ đánh giá là có hiệu quả. 221 V. THEO DÕI Theo dõi tình trạng tuân trị của người bệnh, điều chỉnh liều thuốc hạ áp, hạ lipid huyết, chỉ dẫn cách chăm sóc bàn chân. TÀI LIỆU THAM KHẢO 1. Abbott RD, et al. Diabetes and the risk of stroke. The Honolulu Heart Program. JAMA 1987; vol 257:949-52 2. American Diabetes Association. Standards of medical care in diabetes - 2014. Diabetes Care. 2014;37(suppl 1):S14-S80. 3. Arauz-Pacheco C et al. 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