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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 months ago

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Chapter 4 - Comfort Me

Due to the unexpectedly thick fog, the Stardust Crusaders were forced to stop by the little town below their road and hope that, by the next day, it will dissipate and clear their vision. They still had such a long road ahead of them. Holly's life was on the line and they couldn't stall... Though, Kisara thought, the town looked even more succumbed to the mystifying fog. How peculiar. As the girl kept her head rested on Jotaro's shoulder, her eyes hooded and almost half asleep, she saw something that made her gasp and straighten up - Was that a dog, impaled on a spike? It couldn't be, could it? No way that could happen! She turned her head to look back, feeling her heart beating faster with fear - Then she felt her hand being held gently. Jotaro looked at her, and despite not sharing any word of concern, the sentiment was shared. He, too, must have seen the same worrying thing that she did. A grim omen for what was to happen.

When finally they reached down into the town, it looked like some kind of horror-movie set. Was it a ghost town? A haunted town? Whatever it was, Kisara hated it to the core. Joseph, however, seemed to like that there were so many buildings, estimating at least a thousand civilians living in that place - But where were they hiding? They got out of the car, going to the restaurant, as there was a guard standing there and looking blankly at them. As Joseph correctly greeted the man, he only flipped the board, showing the restaurant was closed for them; And when he turned around to disappear inside the building, Kisara could clearly see two large cockroaches roaming around the back of his neck. Based on Mr. Joestar's reaction also, he must have been thinking he was seeing peculiar things also.

The girl hugged herself and stuck next to her brother to seek some comfort; This whole town must be cursed or something, it felt evil, and that feeling was simply reinforced by the guy which Polnareff found, sitting in a corner - He had a look of horror on his face, and when he fell off to the ground, long-dead, salamanders crawled out of his mouth. He was holding a gun which was still smoking; It must have been fired five minutes prior at most, just right before they arrived in town - Yet, the question stand - Why didn't they hear anything?

Unable to discern the cause of death as anything other than a stroke or a heart attack, and incapable of coming up with an answer as to what he was shooting at, Kakyoin tried to reach out to a woman with her two children, but she couldn't be communicated with, and those festering boils on her face kept bubbling over with pus the more she scratched them. It was disgusting, seeing her peel her flesh off, and the poor boy felt like vomiting. What the hell was with the people of this town? A person is lying on the ground, dead, yet nobody seems to be the slightest bit concerned.

Even more peculiar than that, was the dog staring at them. Kisara lightly tugged on Jotaro's sleeve, and he seemed to be rather concerned for their well-being also. They just saw that dog, dead and on a spike - How is it here, alive and well, then? It made no sense. In fact, nothing from this damn town made sense. The whole damn fog was demonic.

"You don't think it's the work of another Stand user, do you?" Jotaro asked, crouching by the cadaver's side, next to his grandpa. "Probably not. There's no motive." Joseph grumbled. "I think it is, actually." Kisara noted. "Everything about this place is unsettling. The fog, the town, the people. There's something wrong here." "Would someone who's after us kill someone before we even get here?" the old man asked. "There's no reason for a Stand user to kill him." "Let's at least see if we can figure out a cause of death or something." Kakyoin sighed, looking down at the corpse uncomfortably.

Using a pen, Joseph fumbled about the body, and found out he might have been a traveling Indian, based on the money he was carrying. Once he dragged his shirt down, he noticed a hole the size of a ten-yet coin right under his throat - But as Jotaro asked, why was there no blood? Frowning, Kisara ripped the body's shirt, revealing a lot more holes in his body. Though Joseph scolded her for tempering with evidence, she simply scoffed. "Do you really think there is any police that would come?" "He looks like the cartoon cheese on Tom & Jerry!" Polnareff cried out in shock. "All holes look to have the exact same circumference." Kisara noted, leaning closer. "Not even a drop of blood. They look like they were exsanguinated." "How is it even possible to kill someone like that?!" Joseph's question had an unspoken answer - An Enemy Stand User was on their tail. "Be careful. If there wasn't a Stand user here before, you can bet there's one here now." as if on cue, Joseph tried to jump a spiked gate and almost got himself deathly impaled in it, under the pretext that he saw it as their car. Could the fog create hallucinations? "Guys, I say we get the hell out of here. This is very dangerous." Kisara tried to warn, but an old woman, and interestingly enough, the sole inhabitant of this town with which they could actually hold a conversation, slowly made her way in front of the party, inviting them to her hotel. No matter how terrified she was, she couldn't part from the group, so reluctantly, she, too, agreed to go with them.

"Here, master Joestar, the hotel is this way. I'll lead the way. Please follow me." the old woman smiled kindly at them, but Kisara could only raise her eyebrow at her, clutching Jotaro's sleeve; a habit she shamefully developed over the journey. "Master Joestar... Interesting." she muttered to the boy. "Just 20 years ago, one of those 007 films was shot at this small hotel. John Lennon from The Beatles also stayed here once." she tried to advertise light heartedly. "Whoa?! Really?!" Polnareff gasped in shock. "No, not at all." she giggled playfully. "But I like to think I run a nice hotel. We currently have no other guests staying with us. Will meat for dinner be fine with you? Or would you prefer fish?" she kept rambling politely, but Jotaro was having none of it. "Hold it, old lady. Just now, I heard you say 'Mr. Joestar'. Where did you hear that name?" he asked, voicing Kisara's shared suspicions. "Come now, sir! That person there said Mr. Joestar just moments ago!" she laughed simply. "Me? I did? Well, I could have..." Frenchie trailed off, trying to think about it. "You certainly did! When you've been in customer service for many years, you pick up on people's names quickly. You certainly do!" she grinned widely, innocently, which made Kisara even more nervous to be around her, while Jotaro knew he had to find a way to get the truth out of her. "Ma'am, may I ask what happened to your left hand?" the silver haired man asked. "Oh, this? I just burnt it a little... It's probably because of my old age, but I accidentally spilled boiled water on it." she laughed carefree. "Old age? What are you talking about? You don't look a day over 40! I might even ask you on a date!" Polnareff tried to be funny with her, to which she laughed bashfully. "Please don't tease me like that, sir!"

The inside of the hotel actually looked rather incredibly and beautiful, all things considered. With everyone rooming by themselves, they all had to write their names in the book, before the old woman was to show them their chambers. Being the last one to sign, Kisara couldn't help but smile a little, seeing their fake names. Kakyoin Tenmei. Kujo Qtaro. How adorable. What should she write her name as? Ah, yeah, she's got such an original idea, it almost made her laugh. Kakyoin Yuria - Yuria, the fiancee of Kenshiro from Hokuto no Ken. Omae wa mou shindeiru. How funny!

Whilst Polnareff went to the bathroom, the others gathered in Joseph's room to try using Hermit Purple on the TV - Unfortunately, no matter was Nori did, the TV wasn't working at all. It was time to rest fir the night, at least a little bit. Kisara especially doubted she'd be able to actually sleep any time soon; Not with how eerie the place was.

Laying on the bed, she was lost in thought, looking up at the ceiling. "Don't worry." Marilyn let herself out, sitting on the edge of the bed. "JoJo." "JoJo? You want me to go to JoJo?" Kisara gasped at the audacity of her Stand's proposal, earning a nod and the same tender smile on her face. "You are going to kill me with embarrassment!" "Happy." Marilyn placed her hand over her heart "You... Are happy? When you're around Jotaro and Star?" Marilyn nodded. "I..." Kisara found herself smiling also. "I am happy with them also."

As if he was summoned, through the wall separating her room from Jotaro's, a specter protruded half-way through, and he smiled, waving at them. Though Kisara was surprised to see Star being as cheeky as Marilyn, no doubt coming over all on his own, she couldn't help but smile and wave him over. It truly was wholesome, seeing how adorable Marilyn and Star were, sitting on the edge of the bed and just smiling at each other.

A knock on the door captured her attention; She called out for the person to enter, and Jotaro's silhouette was revealed. The brim of his hat was tipped, covering the embarrassed expression betraying his emotions, seeing his naughty stand pull off such an embarrassing thing. "Here to join our tea party?" the boy scoffed at Kisara's comment, and the two Stands disappeared. "I wanted to investigate the place. Star just went ahead of me." he grumbled, looking away from the girl. "Then, would you mind some company?" she cheekily asked, shooting up to her feet, stepping up in front of him. From her height, looking up, she noticed the faint blush covering his cheeks. "Do whatever you want." he huffed, abruptly turning on his heel to exit the room. "All right... CUTEaro." the boy's body froze on the spot. "You really are cute." her teasing humming only further embarrassed the boy. "Yare Yare..."

The whole hotel was filled with nothing but silence, from all the way up on the third floor where they had their rooms, and down to the entrance lobby. It looked even more eerie as it was. Jotaro opened the room, stepping forward first; He kept his hands buried in his pants pockets, his eyes as sharp as always, analysing every inch of this mysterious and bizarre building. He had to keep constantly on the edge, expect the unexpected, and always be prepared for a surprise attack. No one was safe, no one was in the clear; Anyone and anything could be an enemy ready to sever the thin string of their life.

From the other room, the old woman entered the lobby also, panting a little - Had she been startled by their sudden appearance? Or was she hiding something that they weren't supposed to see? "Oh, you startled me! You must learn how to knock, young dearies." her smile seemed overly forced, even for one working in customer service and was required to be polite; Not only that, she seemed shaken up and exhausted. "Is that so? I thought this was the lobby." Kisara hummed, feigning innocent confusion. "Well, never mind that, Miss Kisara - What can I do for you?" the old woman's voice was shaky, the vibrato of her tone seemingly dubious. "We are here looking for Polnareff." Jotaro gruffed sternly. "And I did known. Maybe you didn't hear because you were too busy doing something else, grandma." "Why, yes, I do know exactly where Mr. Polnareff is, Mr. Jotaro." the old woman stepped towards them, turning to point towards a door. "He is in the bathroom, Mr. Jotaro." "Of course he is." Jotaro sighed; His suspicions were correct, the old hag was suspicious - After all, how could she know their names, if she wasn't one of Dio's lackeys? "This door, is it?" Kisara carefully hung behind, her arm protectively wrapped in a rather casual manner around the boy's waist - She suspected the old woman, and with this proximity, the passive shield constantly protecting her could care for him also. "Yes, yes - It's the last door at the end of the hall." the grandma's voice slurred a little, thinking she had won. Just before Jotaro touched the doorknob; Just before Enyaba could rip him to shreds with her hidden sharp scissors; Jotaro spoke again, hindering her advances on his life. "What's the matter, grandma?" "S-So close..." Enya was on the ground, panting hard and staring with horror at the scissors which almost caused her demise. "Close, huh? You shouldn't run around with scissors like that, at your age. Good thing you weren't hurt." Jotaro dramatically stroked his chin, bending a little at the waist. "You're pretty lucky." "Speaking of luck - I had a curiosity, if you'd be so kind to answer." Kisara's sweet smile felt poisoned to the old woman. "Why did you call me 'Kisara'?" "And you called me 'Jotaro' also." the boy stared down harshly at their host. "I never told you my name, and no one has called me by my name. I find that strange." Jotaro's comment struck hard. "Well? Come on, tell me. Maybe it's because I watched Columbo as a kid, but it's little details like that that keep me up at night." he truly was adorable, Kisara thought to herself, barely able to stifle a chuckle. "Y-You're beginning to hurt this old lady's feelings!" she coughed, exaggerated, as if to show off her old age and frailty. "It's the guestbook! You wrote your name in the guestbook!" she hacked some more. "You wrote 'Kujo Jotaro' and 'Kakyoin Kisara'." she seemed so proud of her witty answer. "Is that so?" Kisara giggled, as the boy took the guestbook out of his pocket, showing off the names written. "My name is Yuria - At least for today. And he is CUTEaro." Jotaro glared at her harshly for a second, before turning his gaze back at the frantic old woman. "Not 'Jotaro' nor 'Kisara' are written anywhere." her soft tremble made it even more obvious that she was guilty. "I was onto you when you said 'Joestar' the first time we met. I told the others not to use our real names, and yet, you knew it - Which could only mean you're the Stand user after us, you old hag." Watching the old woman hiss like that on the ground, fog surrounding her, put Kisara on high alert. "Well? Ready for a fight or what?"

From behind them, a bunch of people with the same coin-like holes in their bodies jumped to assault them ; Thankfully, JoJo was as highly prepared as always and reacted with instant reflexes. Star punched all of them to a pulp while Marilyn kept them safe. With incredible strength, Jotaro's Stand managed to throw all of assailants out of the building, through the large windows of the lobby, glass shards shooting everywhere.

With another tense silence hanging over them, save for Enya's chattering teeth, Kisara carefully stepped away from her friend, and towards Polnareff, who was toppled over on the ground with... Hol Horse? Well, what a coincidence. They looked absolutely petrified with fear and panic, and worse - Frenchie's tongue was painfully punctured by the old hag's Stand and could barely speak - But the enemy turned friend spoke in his stead, giving away information of Enya's Stand power - It seems she was pretty angry on him for leaving her son to be killed. What an interesting turn of event. He claims the Stand made of fog can split the circular wound right open and control your body like a marionette, as it happened to all the dead people, and even him. Out of anger, the old woman forced the cowboy to punch himself in the face so he would shut the hell up.

"JoJo!" Kisara turned around abruptly, but it was too late; In the few seconds she was away from the boy, away from the shield, Jotaro's leg got pierced by the sharp tongue of a baby. "You can't fight her fog! We need a plan!" she rushed to his side. "And I've got just the plan." he smirked, leaning on her shoulder smugly. "Before the old hag takes another breath, I'll defeat that Stand." he declared boldly. "Eh? What was that? Before I do what? You rotten little shit head!" Enya grimaced angrily, though she cackled, sure that there was no way she could ever be defeated. Jotaro's Star Platinum was inhaling Justice's fog and keeping it in his lungs, causing the old hag to reach asphyxiation and faint on the spot. What an insane strategy - Only someone as insane as Jotaro could think of something like that. "Looks like her head is in a bit of a fog." "That was such a dad joke." Kisara covered her giggle with her hand. "Yare Yare..." he smirked, looking away. "You still laughed." "Yeah." she breathed out softly. "You are very funny."

The two had a few more seconds to bask in the afterglow of their victory and the comfort of each other's company, before the great commotion from the fight called her brother and Mr. Joestar down to the lobby, where they were briefed in on the whole mess that transpired, with everyone present adding their own little bits to the now completed puzzle.

"So... Polnareff... Did you have fun at the bathroom with Hol Horse?" Kisara smirked, teasing him. "What did you even lick?" Joseph asked, just as amused. "Why the hell do you even care what I've been licking? Quit asking stupid questions! ... The Toilet ..." he declared at the end, between subtle, loud coughs. "Ehhh? You were licking WHAT now~? I didn't quite hear that!" Joseph put his hand to his ear, wanting to hear that again. "Who even cares now?! I want to disinfect my tongue! Just get me some medicine!" Polnareff kept bitching around. "I'm pretty sure I heard someone say 'Toilet'." Kakyoin spoke with a bewildered frown, making Joseph turn around to the siblings, chuckling and whispering in their ears like a giggling prankster school boy. "Actually, I already know, but I can't resist messing with him!" he couldn't contain his laughter at all. "Hey! Did Jotaro already tell you?! You fucking old geezer! He's messing with me! Forget about the medicine!" Polnareff blushed, cursing and walking away. "All right, all right, my bad!" Joseph laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. "Okay, but you should have seen him! So hilarious! Polnareff and toilets really don't go together!" Kisara laughed with him, feeling tears prickle at their eyes from all the laughter. "I'll fix you right up, Polnareff! It'll get infected if we don't take care of it!.... Toilet licker ... You licked it real good..." Joseph said between coughs, which made the both of them laugh even harder, only for Kakyoin to sigh at their childishness. "Goddamnit! Let's get back to our journey! Jotaro! Double Kakyoin!" Polnareff yelled, even redder with shame. "Everyone, come outside. Look." Jotaro spoke from outside, and the party noticed the fog lifting, revealing tons of tombstones.

It was then that they realised the fog was, as suspected, the cause of their previous hallucinations, and the whole town was a huge graveyard spot, and illusion, and they truly have been speaking to cadavers all along. Well, they shouldn't linger too long on such things, they have their own journey to continue; Though Hol Horse stole their car, they managed to find a rather fancy, horse-pulled carriage and arrived in a Pakistani city, where they agreed to stop and get something to eat - They deserved a break and a warm meal, a'ight? That, and to use Hermit Purple and project on a TV all of Enya's thoughts, in hopes of figuring out the rest of the enemy Stand users, their powers, and hopefully, perhaps even get an edge on Dio's true power.

They found a pretty decent Kebap place where Joseph attempted his negotiation skills with the owner, thinking himself witty and victorious for getting a discount; If only he knew that he paid ten times the proper amount, just for being a naive tourist. At the same time, Enya was displaying signs of waking up after quite a long time, and upon seeing the Kebap seller, she seemed to be absolutely terrified, to a degree that not even Jotaro could, when he was easily defeating her.

As the seller removed his hood and took off his shades, revealing a young man in his mid-twenties, with the perfect appearance of a typical casanova; At the very same time, something peculiar happened, and Enya shrieked - Not only that she was far above telling on Master Dio's Stand power secret, but also out of complete agony, as long, worm-like tendrils went out of her eyes, ears and mouth, causing her a most gruesome death that not even Kisara could save her from. The villain, using a sultry voice, introduced himself as Steely Dan, using the Stand named the Lovers, and he was there to kill all the Crusaders in the very same way he killed poor old Enya.

It was almost pitiful, how whole-heartedly she trusted Master Dio, how confident she was that he wouldn't plot her death in such a way; Panicked, Polnareff used Silver Chariot to cut off the tentacles from the planted Flesh Bud, causing the cut-off pieces to disintegrate as the rays of the Sun touched them - They were made from Dio's cells. How did Joseph come to such a conclusion, Kisara couldn't understand, but it must be a key information which she doesn't have, and must inquire about.

In spite of clearly being killed indirectly by the Master Dio she loved and admired so much, she refused to tell his secret, up until the second she perished. The quest of saving Holly Joestar was going to be much more problematic than Kisara predicted, and this sleazy guy was going to be a drag to deal with.

"Such blind loyalty... Fanatics like her are the scariest kind of enemy. They cannot be reasoned with." the girl sighed, feeling an uncomfortable shiver going down her spine. "What a truly pitiful old woman she was, but the fact that her trust ran so deeply further proves the power of Lord Dio's sinister charm." Steely Dan had sat down at a cafe table, where two porcelain cups were steaming, and the strong, soothing smell off coffee attracted their attention. "It seems this lovely lady over here can understand the beautiful malice of Our Lord." with a rather ominous, Dan winked at the girl, motioning for her to step closer and sit in front of him. "Sit down, my dear, I ordered this coffee just for you." he spoke in a sort of alluring way, making Kisara gulp at how uncomfortable she was feeling; Never has she been so blatantly hit on like that before, and it was genuinely creeping her out as nothing else she's experienced. "I-I... Uhm..." the girl lowered her hat to cover the excruciating grimace on her face as she stepped backwards, hiding herself by using Jotaro's large body as a shield; Again. "Hey, jerk. Quit acting like you're hot shit, get up. We'll kick your ass if that's what it takes." Jotaro threatened, glaring at the brunet man upon seeing those perverted eyes lingering on the girl's body and the way she tried to hide her distress. "Go ahead, but none of you will be able to lay even a single finger on me, the great Steely Dan." he mused cockily. "Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king." Kisara hissed at the enemy. "I'll make sure you understand that when I slice you into tiny pieces." "Awww, little kitten wants to play~? I'll have you know, I quite enjoy those cute little claws going down my back. Do you also purr when touched~?" the party was entirely grossed out by the lechery displayed so shamelessly, so much so that they all took out their stands; It was Star Platinum who punched him in the gut with such power that he flew backwards, shattering the cafe's window.

However, at the exact same moment Star's fist collided with Dan's body, a feminine squeal of mixed pain and shock garnered their focus, finding herself flying backwards into the nearest lamp post, bending it with her spine, and sliding down slowly; She was clutching her stomach and coughing blood of the same degree that Dan was. "Th-That... Really... Hurt..." she's never experienced pain, especially not of this degree; Were it not for Temperance corroding at her arm, she wouldn't even know what pain would feel like, considering Marilyn always protected her, even from a scrape knee. To get the brunt of Jotaro's punch to her diaphragm, getting the air knocked out of her lungs... That was something she never wanted to ever experience. "Kisara, what happened?!" Kakyoin ran to his sister, helping her distraught, trembling body stand up. She seemed to still be in deep shock from the impact and pain. "They both flew at the same time!" Polnareff cried out, his gaze shifting rapidly between the two. "Nori... Get Mr. Joestar away from here..." Kisara grunted weakly into her brother's ear. "You idiot! I was still talking! You could have just killed your girlfriend! Listen carefully!" Dan stumbled back on his feet, wiping away the trailing blood staining his chin. "Did you really think I appeared before you just to kill Enyaba?" he spit some blood. "You bastard - You told us your Stand is The Lovers - What does it do?!" Joseph shouted at the man. "The Lovers... It mirrors your pain and damage on an enemy of your choosing... Isn't it?" Kisara found herself speaking, only to shiver a little, under the sultry gaze of the sleazy man. "The only thing you have to know is that the battle has already begun, babe. You'll never find my Stand, no matter how hard you look." the enemy declared with a smirk.

To taunt the Crusaders further, Dan pain a child to hit his leg with the broom he was cleaning the streets with; And with that strike, Kisara fell to the ground, cradling her shin - It was agony that she was feeling, as if all her nerves were alit at once, just like fairy lights on Christmas. "Don't you get it, cutie? My Stand enters the enemy's body! The moment Enyaba died, it entered your brain through your ear!" he shouted with confidence; not only that, but he declared he also brought a piece of Dio's cells to create a Flesh bud and bring forth her demise the very same he did with the old hag, and it will inflict pain several times greater than the once he feels, to the same part of her body. "You don't need to be strong to kill someone."

The child hit Dan's legs again, making Kisara cover her mouth to stifle her scream of suffering; Perhaps if she hadn't been so sheltered all her life, she wouldn't be so frail and pain intolerant; Alas, tears were threatening to escape her eyes for the first time in so long, just like a little girl who scraped her knee skipping rope for the first time. Jotaro was so pissed off that he declared he'll be killing Dan so swiftly, he won't even feel a thing; He grabbed him by his shirt, raising him up and clenching his fist, ready to punch - But thankfully, Kakyoin quickly stopped him from doing that. "JoJo, stop - You're choking her!" Jotaro's eyes widened, stealing a quick look backwards and watching the poor red head groveling on the ground and panting for air. "Oh? Kill me before I feel it, huh? Interesting - Do it! What were you planning to destroy, ey, Jotaro? My face? Throat?" Dan taunted to young man. "What, you angry? Come on, try it! Let's just see what happens!" he revealed his chest through the already half-unbuttoned shirt. "How about busting a hole in my chest? Or, how about you give up on using your Stand and crack my head open with a rock?" he bent down, picking a rock in his hand. "You do not want to underestimate me." Jotaro threatened, grabbing Dan by the shirt one again, glaring down at him. "When I say I'm going to do something, I do it." "S-STOP!" as Kisara managed to croak out a plea, Hierophant Green came out to grab Star's arm and pull his fist away, while Noriaki pried Jotaro away from the enemy. "Jotaro, enough - You already know what he can do! Are you trying to kill my sister?!" Polnareff also had to put his arms around the abnormally strong highschool student. "He might just do it." Frenchie growled in his attempt at dragging the brunet away. "Jotaro, she can't breathe, let him go!" Joseph was kneeling on the ground, cradling Kisara's body gently and keeping her hands away from her throat, as she tried to claw away at her skin, just to get some air to breathe. "Please... Run... He's targeting... You..." with this proximity, Kisara was able to warn the old man, watching as her friend begrudgingly let go off the enemy. "You dumb punk." Dan pushed Jotaro away, smirking triumphantly, knowing he can't retaliate or counterattack unless he wants to kill his crush.

From the corner of her eyes, Kisara saw how big the rock Dan was holding, and smelled the malevolent intent behind it; Before he could grab and punch JoJo in the gut, she sent Marilyn out to protectively stand in front of him and shield him. "Don't touch JoJo." Marilyn's serenely soft voice echoed gently through their ears, mesmerising them. "Ahh, of course - A beautiful Stand for a beautiful Lady. How fitting!" Dan cackled. "Master Dio did tell me to figure out your power - So how about you be a good girl and just tell me? I might even spare your life if you do." "Die." everyone, but Noriaki especially, was shocked to hear such a simple yet malicious comment could come out from a pure and gracious Stand like the one before their eyes. "You, fucking bitch--" Dan growled at Marilyn. "I'll make you regret looking down on the great Steely Dan!" side-stepping the Stand, he tried to slam down the rock into Jotaro's head, but it was for naught; The rock hadn't collided with anything, except for the shield, causing it to fall to the ground.

Kisara used Joseph's shoulder to support her into standing up. "You said The Lovers is the weakest Stand, didn't you?" she hummed, stepping weakly next to Marilyn - It was now more obvious than ever before how similar they looked, almost like twins. "The Devil, also, has no damaging strength whatsoever - Which means, I can stop you from afflicting yourself or anyone else, without as much as feeling any pain." she tilted her head, smiling - Yet unlike Marilyn's passively demure smile, hers was wicked, denigrating - The Devil and its two faces. "What a fucking annoying bitch you are - You sucked all the fun away from me!" Dan groaned loudly, slapping his forehead with his hand - But instead of Kisara feeling the pain, it was the old man. The Lovers changed targets. "How do you feel now, Jotaro?! Your grandpa's life is on the line! What are you gonna do, eh?!"

As the poor boy growled, his fists clenched so tight they became white and trembling. With a shared look with his sister, Noriaki grabbed the old man and Polnareff, running away to put as much distance between Dan and Mr. Joestar as possible; Which left Jotaro and Kisara alone with the sadistic Dan who was ready to destroy the two. "Oi, Jotaro, it's impolite to ignore someone when they're talking to you, don't you know?!" Dan grabbed at his jacket. The young man looked down at the enemy from the corner of his eyes, having a denigrating spark. "You sound like you're starting to lose your cool." "Well, what are you planning? To follow me around until Grandpa Joseph keels over?" he grinned tauntingly. "Dan, was it? I'll make sure you pay for this." JoJo threatened, but didn't budge. "If that's why you're following me, maybe I should take out a loan first." he said, as he started pick pocketing Jotaro, taking out his wallet, and speaking about how little money he has, but has a brand watch, before coming over to the girl once again. "And you, darling? What do you have in your pockets?" his hands wandered around in places that shouldn't be touched, but Kisara could only grit her teeth and glare at him. "A pervert will always be a pervert." she scoffed, seeing him not only take away all the money from her wallet, but also remove the golden jewellery gracing her features so elegantly. She was going to destroy him, once Nori finds a way to get rid of that annoying Stand. "Huh. I guess, without all that gold, even a pretty girl looks dull." "If this is how you flirt with women... Well, no wonder you have no game. You're shit." Kisara hissed, stepping away from him with disgust. "Hush now! A woman shouldn't talk, but take care of her man's needs." he pulled her roughly into his side, smirking smugly, knowing very well how uncomfortable he was making her feel. "The only problem is - You are not my man." she pointed out, only for him to flick her hat off; Poor girl was so photosensitive that she could barely keep her eyes open. "Jerk." "Let's have a romantic walk around the city, shall we~?" he dragged the girl around senselessly down the paved streets of the unfortunate Pakistani city which got its beauty tainted by this sucker. They strolled that-a-way up and down the place, with Jotaro trailing right behind and glaring at the enemy with such dark eyes that showed how much he wanted to rip Dan apart with his bare hands.

As the foe kept talking unimportant gibberish, mostly to himself, the trio reached a long water ditch which prevented them from passing forwards - The bridge was too far away for Dan to bother walking all the way over there, twenty whole meters. "Hey, missy, get on your knees." the two teenagers looked weirdly at Dan. "I need someone to carry me all the way to, and across the bridge. Wouldn't want to get tired." "I... Literally barely weight fifty kilos, and you expect me to be able to even lift you? Let alone, actually carry you?" Kisara blinked in bewilderment, only for her to be surprised by the enemy raising his foot up, hooking his shoe to the back of her neck and slamming her down on the ground harshly. Steely Dan took a break by sitting on her back. "Hey, what'd you know, you make for quite the comfy chair." the man laughed tauntingly. "But you're pretty bony. Come on, get up, carry me across." "You're... Really heavy..." Kisara couldn't even as much as lift herself up from the ground, it was really quite pathetic actually. A silent growl was rumbling in Jotaro's chest, but he kept an active effort in keeping it inaudible, so Dan wouldn't extort him further; He couldn't stand the humiliation and disrespect addressed to the girl he cared so much for; He absolutely abhorred the way her arms and whole body were trembling under the heavy weight of the idiot who tried so hard to destroy their pride and provoke them into attack him, and indirectly, his grandpa also, but to a worse degree.

"You're useless, you know?" Dan huffed, hopping to the edge of the ditch. "Now then, how to cross the ditch? I could try to jump, but I could trip and twist my ankle by accident - And clearly, lil' miss bitch here ain't got the strength needed to spare her boy-toy from humiliation." he huffed, a denigrating smirk on his face, clearly up to no good, as he looked between the two younguns. "What kind of woman are you, if you can't even protect your man's pride?" Kisara had no reply, because it was true; Were it not for the nature of his Stand, she would have done everything in her power to stop anyone from causing any of her friends any kind of discomfort. She was powerless, and dreading every second of this abuse. "Hmm... Hey, Jotaro, lie down across the ditch and pretend to be a bridge. I'll use you to walk over." Dan eyed Jotaro with a mischievous look, but he said nothing. "Wh-What?" Kisara's jaw dropped to the floor in sheer shock. "How can you possibly ask something as ridiculous as that?" how could the human mind even create such outlandish ideas? Was this how people of ancient old came up with all the most heinous torture devices? "Shut up." Dan kicked Kisara in the face, watching her go down. "Come one, what's that? Won't you be my bridge? I'll just keep beating her until you do what I say." he threatened, that sleazy grin never once leaving his face. "The hell do you keep yapping about?" Jotaro gruffed at him. "I SAID - MAKE YOURSELF INTO A BRIDGE, YOU WORTHLESS ARROGANT PRICK!" Dan yelled at the highschooler, attempting to slam his leg into the small pole nearby - But of course, Kisara could do one thing also, and that was to make sure no harm would come out of him attempting to damage himself. Marilyn was good for once thing in this instance, at least. "You shame the whole mankind with your behaviour." the girl spat at him with disgust. "You're nothing more than a brat throwing a temper tantrum. Grow up." she created a bright-white bridge for the idiot. "Go ahead. I made a bridge for you to pass safely." "You... You stupid bitch!" he glared at the girl. "Don't you know men hate smart-asses like you?" he marched up to the girl, grabbing her by the shoulders. "I want to step all over Jotaro's pride! I want to dance on the Jotaro bridge! Get rid of this bright shit already!" Kisara tried to look at Jotaro, whose expression was grim. She didn't want to dispel the bridge, but she also feared the capricious nature of Steely Dan. She wished she could keep him in a protective shield, but he would try to kill himself with the strong walls. Her and her brother once received a gift from their grandpa; He had found two baby bunnies on the field, and put them in a bird cage, hoping they will be well in a protective home with people to care for them. But that wasn't the case, and overnight, the two bunnies hit their heads on the walls of the cage until they died, all in hopes of escaping. A wild animal, even if so very young, cannot stay in captivity for it craves for its rightful freedom.

And Kisara knew, Steely Dan would do the same.

"Yare Yare Daze..." Jotaro sighed, crouching by the edge of the ditch and sprawling himself over to the other side. "JoJo..." was the only thing Kisara could mutter before feeling herself being pushed off, and down on the bridge. The landing hurt, but not more than seeing the humiliation and rage on the boy's face; It made tears sting at her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. The sentiment only got worse by the time the idiot started dancing and jumping all over the boy's spine to his heart's content, until he was satisfied with his deed and hopped off on the other side. "What a nice bridge you make, Jotaro!" Steely Dan looked down with condescence, before turning away to wander off aimlessly.

Sniffling a little, the girl bit at her trembling bottom lip and rushed by Jotaro's side. She wanted to comfort him, to reassure him that her brother will destroy the Stand soon and he won't be subjected to even more denigration than he already has been, and so many other things - But she couldn't. Her breath was hitched in her throat, and no words escaped. Instead, she opted for another way of conveying her feeling. Kisara's arms wrapped the boy into an embrace from behind, her fingers intertwining in the front over his abdomen, and she tightened the hug. "I'm sorry." were the only words she could muster to breathe out. "I'm so sorry." It only took a few moments, but the highschooler placed his own hand over her own, gently holding them for a few seconds, before stepping away from her. His hold felt so tender and caring, she thought their mutual feelings had been conveyed with that simple touch, and the torment of one's soul would calm, at least a little bit.

"Get your head out of your ass, bastard!" the jerk forced Jotaro to scratch at his back, and even kneel down to polish his shoes with his handkerchief, only to get kicked in the face really hard. "I'm in such a great mood right now! I want you to shine my shoes until they're as bright as I am happy! I want to see the sunlight reflect off them! You can use your uniform to shine them if you want. Actually, maybe you should just lick them clean?" Dan kept rambling here and there. "Why'd you want spit all over your shoes? Gross." Kisara shuddered, cringing at the thought, while Jotaro got up and started writing in his little agenda. "Hey, bastard! The hell are you writing?!" he hollered, snatching away the agenda. "Just what you owe me. I'll make sure you pay it. I tend to forget things, so I'm making a memo." Jotaro smirked smugly, knowing full well that he'd win soon. "Jotaro, you bastard...!" he sneered, before smirking and back-slapping Kisara, making her stumble backwards a few steps, cradling her cheek in shock. "What was that for?!" she wiped the blood from her lip with the back of her hand, genuinely confused at what just happened. "What for, you ask? You've got that dumb puppy-face whenever I humiliate Jotaro - And goodness me, you should see that murderous look HE has when I touch you! I should film it - He is HILARIOUS!" Dan guffawed like the ugly bastard he is, only to abruptly grab at the girl's shoulders and slap his lips onto her aggressively. From the shock, the roughness, the hostility behind the act, Kisara's mind blanked, and she was unable to react in any way, almost as if she was frozen in time. "Say something! Get angry! Cry! Try to hit me! DO SOMETHING!" he continued shaking her by the shoulders, but her brain was completely shut down. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Jotaro, why aren't you saying anything?! Did I just steal her first kiss? Did you want that to be you?!" he kept trying to taunt either of the two desperately, but neither reacted as explosively as expected. "At least chew some mint before going out of your way to kiss someone. And maybe try some deodorant and perfume." Kisara sighed theatrically, spitting on the ground. "You reek. Like a sewer." The jerk only got angrier, throwing a temper tantrum and slapping away at the boy's face, attempting to taunt them two, but the more he did, the more ridiculous his threats sounded. That is, until he spotted a jewellery shop, dragging the young man inside with him. He said he wanted the golden rings and necklaces from the display to make Kisara fall in love with him, like Marilyn Monroe swooned over her Daddies bringing her diamonds and what not. While staying outside, staring at the shop in deep confusion, she saw a beaten-up Jotaro being forcefully thrown out of the parlor and hit with wooden bats while the jerk came out, mocking him and playing with some gemmed-up necklaces.

Though the girl worriedly fell to his side, holding onto him, Jotaro smirked widely, even chuckling tauntingly at the fuckass. "I was just laughin' 'cause your punishment got doubled." he said, excitedly. "And I've been waiting for this moment! It's almost payback time and It's really got me tingling." before Dan could slam his foot down on JoJo again, Marilyn wrapped herself around his leg, pulling him backwards. "You are so fucking annoying..." Dan growled with an ugly sneer. "It would seem we have something of a misunderstanding. Sorry, but your old man isn't long for this world. That's the reality you're facing." "How sad. You don't know us very well, do you?" Jotaro chuckled. "Most of all, you clearly don't know my friend, Kakyoin." blood started spurting out of his forehead, which made them both grin in victory. "He did it! Cherry Boy saves the day!" Kisara giggled happily. "Looks like Kakyoin finally did some damage. Here's hoping I have time for some personal payback once he's through with you." he smirked in victory. "You see - There's nothing he wouldn't do for his sister." "Don't forget my turn!" Kisara cracked her knuckles, ready to punch him real good. "What's wrong? Why are you stepping back? Why don't you tell me what happened to my grandfather?" Joots taunted him, and as he tried to run away, he caught him by the hair. "Hey, hey, hey, what's got you worked up? You need to be somewhere? You wouldn't be trying to run away, would you? And at a time like this?" he asked rhetorically, as Dan tried make himself disappear for the danger; So badly that strands of hair were pulled out, that he started bowing on the ground in front of them. "Please forgive me, Master Jotaro! I admit defeat! I can change! I'll lie on the ground and lick your boots! What I did was awful!" he pleaded, hugging his leg. "You can hit me as much as you want! Punch me! Kick me! But please spare my life!" he literally started licking his boots, making the girl gag and roll her eyes at him. "You're worse than leprosy..." she muttered, as Star Platinum easily managed to catch his Stand, squishing it between his fingers, making Dan cry out in agony. "I figured you were planning something like this. Didn't you know that my Stand, Star Platinum, has perfect eyesight and precise reflexes? Are you sure you did your research on us?" Jotaro asked, which made her chuckle in amusement. "You don't even know Kisara's Stand power. How pathetic." "I-I-I wasn't planning anything! Your Stand's power..." he was writhing on the ground, but Jotaro put his hand to his ear, mocking him. "YOUR Stand? Just YOUR?" he asked, obviously waiting for a honorific. "N-No! I-I meant your EXCELLENCY's Stand is more powerful and just than any other! I didn't stand a chance, so it came back!" he kept begging and crying on the ground. "You've forgotten someone here, how rude of you." the brunet boy continued, having fun. "N-No, of course I haven't forgotten! How could I forget the beautiful Princess in front of me! Her Majesty's Stand power is magical and too graceful for my commoner's eyes to watch!" he kept crying, which made the girl laugh. "You're nothing more than a disgusting cockroach in the trash bin." she kicked him to the ground, just like he did to her.

"That attack broke my arm and leg! I can't fight anymore! I can't move!" he kept pleading, but Joots kept squishing the Stand. "Well, I guess for your payment, I'll take your arm and leg. Do you swear you'll never show your ugly face to us again?" Jotaro asked, yet it was obvious he was still toying with him. "I do! I do! I'll go to some deserted island! I'll go to the ends of the earth and never come back!" he tried to promise, but Kisara was getting impatient for her turn at killing him. "You better not be lying to me. Next time I see you, I'll be punching you in the face a thousand times." Jotaro threatened, as he released his Stand and turned around, saying Fuck off. Just then, Dan got up, ranting cluelessly about how he will kill Jotaro and how his Stand is in a little girl's ear and whatever he thought had happened; But he didn't realise that the Stand had Hierophant's tentacles wrapped around it. "PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEE!!!" he begged on the ground, but it was so disgusting. "You should have asked Enyaba if you wanted forgiveness. Forgiving you never even crossed my mind." Jotaro towered over the jerk. "D-Dio paid me in advance... Y-You can have it all..." he tried to negotiate. "Yare Yare... What you owe us can never be paid with money!" Star Platinum went ahead to completely destroy the ridiculous enemy with his punches as Jotaro finished writing the paper, ripping it and throwing it in the air. "Your receipt. Keep the freakin' in change." "Is it my turn yet?" Kisara high-fived Jotaro as Star threw the foe back on the ground for the girl to have her fun and kill him for good. Though he wasn't one to go out of his way to kill, he could understand her desire to get extreme revenge after everything that happened. "Have fun." he hadn't expected to see her punching him like that, nor did he thought he'd see her drenched in blood with every well-aimed strike; And similarly to what he's seen her do with Temperance, one knee hit the ground as she unsheathed her katana, and with lightning-speed, Steely Dan lay in fish-bite pieces onto the ground. How elegant her moves were, with the grace of a dance of petals in the spring breeze.

Taking a deep breath, Kisara placed her hat back on her head, returning her jewellery back on each part of her body, and her money placed back in the wallet. "Can we, uh... Pretend the whole day didn't happen?" "Agreed." the boy nodded in agreement, putting his arm around her shoulder and walking together to meet the rest of the group. After such a long and painful day, they found a nice hotel towards the outskirts of the city.

With a long, fresh shower and a warm meal, everyone went ahead to rest properly. But Kisara didn't remain idle in her room, instead she went to see how Jotaro was doing. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes trailing over his body laying lazily on the bed. "Does it still hurt?" she asked in a soft voice. "No." he grunted with non-chalance. "I'm a man. I always get in fights. That was nothing." "Just because you're used to it, doesn't make it alright." she hummed, watching as Marilyn held his hand, her gentle white light traversing all over his body in a quick attempt at healing him. "Better?" "It was just some shallow wound and bruises. No big deal." he muttered, closing his eyes. "But thanks."

It was rather curious actually, how one some occasions they felt so at ease in each other's company, all alone, just the two of them - And sometimes, they find no words to utter to the other, as if they are two school kids with awkward crushes. It was almost as though they had nothing to speak about, which was inherently untrue - Yet why did no words come out? Why did they find no conversation topic to start? To think that the same thoughts would be crossing both their minds, without the other knowing, it was rather bizarre... But also cute, maybe? The innocence of a first crush on full display, and the lack of knowledge, experience or even guts on furthering any idea that may come across by mistake.

"I... Am sorry." Kisara found herself speaking first, dispelling the awkwardness hanging in the air. "I... Had hoped to spare you from most of what happened today." "I thought we agreed to forget today." Jotaro's voice sounded dry and stoic. "Right..." she cursed herself for even speaking. "Well, uh... I'll go out for a stroll, I guess. The sky is pretty tonight." she got up, not daring to look at the unbothered boy. "Sweet dreams, JoJo." "Wait." a small rustle alerted her that the boy had gotten off the bed. "It's not safe to go out alone." Kisara smiled softly, taking out the walkman and earbuds. "Just enough for both of us." she said, dangling the earbuds in her hand, walking ahead and out of the hotel with the boy trailing right behind her, his hands buried in his pants pocket.

They walked aimlessly through the vast nothingness of the plain until they found a large rock and climbed on it. Kisara idly dangled her legs, placing the casette in the walkman and offering an earbud to the boy, who simply hummed a thanks and leaned his head back, looking up at the Stars and listening to the soft Metallica ballads. Unbeknownst to them, Marilyn and Star Platinum were mimicking them right behind, though she was leaning her head on his shoulder, and their hands were holding, fingers intertwined. And they were smiling. They were smiling so happily.

Jotaro was completely lost in the infinity of the milky way and the twinkling stars embroidered in the dark sky. Star - His own Stand, the very essence of his soul, was named after the Tarot card depicting the Star, but without Avdol around, he hadn't the time to figure out what exactly did it mean. At first, he just felt like it was a pretty cool name - Star Platinum sounded badass as all hell - But did it have any underlying meaning? He remembers that day in Singapore when they played around with the cards, and how petrified Avdol got when Kisara revealed The Devil card. How could all those negative traits describe either Kisara or Marilyn? It hardly made any sense whatsoever. Maybe she just picked a random card from a deck that wasn't 'blessed' by a proper fortune-teller? Although, at the same time, Hierophant Green seemed to make sense for her brother. "What does The Star mean?" he found himself asking out of nowhere. "Hope." from the corner of his eyes, he saw a beautiful smile on Kisara's face. "Inspiration. Courage. Enlightenment. Creativity." she went on. "People under The Star card are usually very supportive and amazing friends, who aren't afraid of being vulnerable or showing who they are." he couldn't help but scoff. "You don't think it describes you well, do you?" "Perceptive." he tipped his hat, looking away from her. "I think it does." her serene voice surprised him. "I am never afraid when I am around you." she said. "Mr. Joestar seems very confident and hopeful about saving your mum." she continued. "You come up with incredibly creative ways of defeating enemies." Jotaro almost jumped in his skin in shock as soon as he felt her delicate, small hand placed over his own. "And you became my brother's first friend." "When you described your card - The Devil - You only sad negative things. It doesn't seem that way. You try too hard to find good things in even people like me." he scoffed stubbornly. "I have some traits of that, I suppose." she shrugged her shoulders. "I am obsessed with keeping the people I love safe, and I feel dependent over people's love for me. I often feel powerless when I find myself in situations that easily overwhelm me and see no solution going forward, and, well - I am sometimes pretty selfish too, you know?" the boy couldn't help but scoff. "Now you're just reaching." he scolded her. "If you think I am reaching, then... How about you prove me wrong?" she challenged him playfully. "Tell me something about you. Anything." "I like reading books on planes and ships. Sometimes trains too. Cars not so much, but it's fine. I like the engineering aspect of it." he pondered over. "I've been thinking what to pursue in the future, as a career. Mum just told me to pick whatever makes me happy." "And what did you have in mind?" he felt a tender squeeze of his hand. "I'm kinda interested in the sea and stuff, I guess. I like animals and all that, but medicine and animal-care doesn't interest me all that much. I guess it's more like a curiosity of the unknown." he hadn't told anyone all this, not even his mum - Why was he saying all this now? "So, like a researcher, maybe?" he shrugged his shoulders unsure. "You could study sea-life of all kind. Go on cruises and study the life of various fish and aquatic mammals. Like dolphins and seals and whales. Did you see how adorable baby seals are? So small, white and fluffy, with those big sparkly eyes and wet nose. They're like cute puppies." "A marine biologist." Jotaro concluded. "Doesn't sound half-bad." "Maybe we can work together some day." he rose a quizzical eyebrow. "I want to become a vet." "I see." he muttered to himself - The thought of working together with Kisara, of doing their passions together, and even spending time together... It actually made him... Hopeful for the future. How bizarre. "That would be nice." "I'm glad you agree."

Jotaro turned to have a proper gaze at Kisara, and he remained stunned; She was so beautiful, with that warm smile of hers, and the way the silver stars made her eyes twinkle - Yet most of all, it was that look she was giving him - It was such a tender look, so... So loving, dare he say, that his heart's rhythm picked up. "You do the same thing mum does." he grumbled, shifting his hand so their fingers would intertwine. "You fight hard for arrogant jerks like me. I don't get it." he almost seemed to be angry at himself. "Mum should have gotten angry at me the first time I called her a loud bitch. She should have punished me, beat me, something - Anything. Should have called dad from the tour to get home and discipline me better. But she didn't. She never did." it was as though all his frustrations were coming loose. "You never give up. It's weird. I don't get it." "That's just how girls are, JoJo." she smiled at him. "We know a man's heart. If his intentions are good, we hold onto him. If he's bad, we leave." "So you're saying I'm a good man." he concluded. "Did you ever doubt that? How silly of you." Kisara shook her head in disbelief. "Men hardly show their love through words - Though they should! It would make you feel more at ease if you were to voice your feelings - But you let it show through your actions, and you know... That actually means more to us than all the words in the world!" "What do you mean?" Jotaro's brows were furrowed with confusion. "A man can tell a woman a hundred thousand times that he loves her - But he beats her, and cheats on her. Words can often be lies." she explained. "But a man who shows a woman that he loves her is different. He respects and protects her. Just like how you are going on this quest to save your mum." "Yare Yare..." he grumbled, looking away from the girl; All this talk about emotions was making him feel all sort of things. "Men are stupid." "Why do you think so?" Kisara asked, surprised at his comment. "Men only know how to show what they feel in limited ways. That's pretty pathetic, isn't it? They boast about how great they are, but they can hardly do anything properly." his comment genuinely confused the girl. "But all the women in my life are different. Their emotions shine through their words also, but through all the hard work they put into making us happy." his voice turned a little lower. "I haven't thanked mum in ages. And I haven't smiled at her either. Even so, she always kissed and hugged me before I went to school and when I returned; And she's support all my stupid short-time interest, and never got mad when I did something dumb, or got into fights and got detention." he said, looking up at the sky. "I bet grandma Suzie is pretty damn worried about gramps. He's a mess without her - Wouldn't even think he's a real man, and so old. I don't get what she sees in a deadbeat like him..." he trailed off a little. "Or what you see in me." "Do you always go out of your way to overthink and overexaggerate situations like this?" Kisara's giggle made him snap his attention to her. "Not that I mind this indirect string of compliments - But you are really reading too far into it." while Jotaro got lost in her gorgeous green eyes, she took off his hat and positioned him so that he would rest his head on her lap, playing with his already messy black hair. "Things don't always have to be so deep, you know? Something you just have to accept things in easier terms - That we both like each other for whatever reason - Isn't that right?" his bewilderness stopped him from speaking a single word, feeling himself relaxing under her gentle touch.

When finally he got a hold of himself, the boy scoffed, smiling content and allowing himself to calm a little and let his guard down. "I was really pissed off the whole day." he grumbled, holding her other hand and playing idly with her fingers. "I couldn't stand the thought that a perverted fuck like that guy dared do all those things to you. I wanted to rip him to shreds myself, but I was terrified of hurting you or gramps." to think he actually admitted to his own feelings, it surprised even him. "And I got even more annoyed when you apologised for letting me get hurt - I should have done that. I'm the one supposed to protect you, not the other way around - And instead, I hurt you. I almost went crazy when I realised you felt a punch from me. It felt like I hurt you directly, and that just wasn't right." "We both feel protective over the other, so it's only natural to feel upset when something like that happens." she reassured him. "I was terrified too, you know? I've never been kissed before, and no one hit on me either. It was really weird and creepy, and I had no idea how to react. You being there gave me strength though, and I could get over it pretty well." she leaned over to kiss his forehead. "So don't worry about that. It's in the past. We'll just be more careful next time."

Jotaro's heart trembled with great emotion of various types, and a million thoughts rung through his head aimlessly; He was overwhelmed by all these new things Kisara was making him feel, but he had no clue how to react to most of them. Instead, he chose the most unexpected choice that randomly appeared in his mind; A choice not even he expected to pull off so shamelessly - But if Kisara could put him in her lap, why shouldn't he also do something like that?

In one swift move, Jotaro's arms were protectively engulfing the girl's much smaller form. "I will protect you." he said, resting his chin on the top of her head. She was so small, yet fel so good in his arms; With her chest pressed flush against his own, he could even feel the rapid, bunny-like heartbeat of hers, which greatly matched his own... Before they both slowed down, do a soothing rhythm. Two hearts, embracing one another into a secure serenity. He even panicked a little, seeing the little beams of tears in her eyes - He thought tears were shed out of sadness, but she was smiling, and even got so comfortable in his arms. "I am happy." was all she needed to say for him to be reassured that, for once, he was doing something good, at least when it came to his development as an adult, and not the delinquent, angsty teenager that he turned himself into for the past few years.

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"Reece's Cups"

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Reece scribbled away on his ragged notebook as his teacher droned on in the background. Periodically, he would look up and see draining math equations scrawled in bright red and green dry erase markers contrasting the white background This typically wasn't a problem for him. Today he couldn't focus on them. He couldn't focus on anything really, but today was definitely not a math day.

"Hey, Reece! Are you paying attention or do I need to send you to the office again?"

Reece snapped out of his trance. His gaze shot up to meet the teacher's in a slight panic. "I'm listening!"

The teacher squinted her eyes in distrust. "Okay then—" She points back at the board. "If 2x2(5-x)(3x+2) = 0, then what is the sum of all of the possible values of x?" Before he could answer, the bell's call rescued him. She dismissed the class with a groan and a hand wave. Only having two notebooks and a small pencil pouch, Reece was the first to bolt out of the door and into the hallway. His three-year old shoes quietly squeaked with every step on the cracked tiled floor. Students slowly filled up the narrow halls around him. Grateful for the disguise, he snuck to the basement where his favorite class awaited- band.

Once in the basement, Reece walked to his assigned locker in the corner. The paint was peeling off in spots, centering around a decent sized dent in the door. Every day, that dent made it harder for Reece to yank it open. He wished that the locker was closer to the entrance but it was one of the only large-sized ones that could fit his tuba so he was stuck with it. He slowly pulled the hand-me-down instrument out from its jail, being extremely careful not to damage the thousand-dollar item. After carefully setting it down on the stool in the corner, he shut and locked his locker. Sounds of footsteps thundered down the hall behind him.

Reece braced himself for the worst with a heavy sigh.

A long shadow loomed over Reece as a stocky jock towered over him. Dark brown hair hid the light; a pair of grey eyes glaring down at the smaller male. A sense of impending doom radiated from his frame as a small smirk brushed across his stoic features.

"Hope you enjoyed your weekend break, pipsqueak."

Reece sniffed quietly, his sinuses stuffed from the spring allergies. At least he couldn't smell the body odor slowly filling the room. "Enjoyed is a strong word, although I did enjoy the peace and quiet that I felt away from here. Better than whatever chaos your parents had to deal with since you were home." His feet lifted from the floor as the jock picked him up by the collar and crushed him against the wall. He sucked in some of the missing air as a squeak escaped, his hands gripping Sam's arms. Yeah, I asked for that one. "Oof- decided to live up to the 'football quarterback bully' stereotype moves there, Sam? I could have sworn I've seen this move pulled in any typical bullying movie. I thought you were smarter than that. Friday's attack with a wasp in a jar was at least creative. This is just disappointing."

Sam growled as his grin quickly disappeared, replaced with bared teeth. His eyes hid a sting of pain that Reece's words left in their wake. "Listen here, you insect. Your voice is annoying and it digs into my brain like a disgusting cockroach." Spittle covered Reece's face as the grip on his collar tightened as Sam spoke, ensuring his hold on Reece. His breath drifted towards Reece's nose. The hot gust reeked of foul, rotten flesh. The scent reminded him of when they had to dissect a frog freshman year and he ran out of the classroom bawling his eyes out. "All you do is sit around and never actually accomplish anything. You're lost in your mind for some godforsaken reason."

"Might I interrupt your beautiful interlude for a second here, I'm making solid A's and B's, which is better than what you can say. I've seen your report card from last month where you dropped it in the hallway. You should really start taking notes there."

Sam threw him into the corner with a loud grunt. "Shut the hell up, smartass! I don't care about what grades you make or that you think they matter." He picked up the tuba, the lights reflecting off of the metallic surface. The sight struck fear into Reece. "You know? Getting caught up in foolish hobbies like music or dance won't get you anywhere. You'll end up chasing a worthless dream and wind up nowhere."

He threw the tuba against the brick wall, severely denting the metal. He turned around and looked over his shoulder. "At least my baseball skills will get me far in life- my father is the coach for the Mets, after all. Where will your tuba skills get you?" Following that statement, he strutted off with his chest puffed out.

Reece set up and rubbed his head. It took all of the willpower he had to fight back the waterfall that threatened to break from his eyes. The pounding of his head attempted to distract him from anything going on around him. As if in cohorts with Sam, the light above him flickered a few times before shutting off. He was left alone in the darkened corner of the locker room. He pushed himself up and off of the crumbling wall with a stumble. despite his wavering balance, he made it to the bench where the tuba lied. He slowly lowered himself onto the wooden surface as a creak responded in protest. He stared down at one of his only prized possessions in pain- the tuba was comparable to his poetry notebook in that category. His head was muffled with thunderous pulses while his thoughts were incoherent. Other classmates came and went in droves around him. Their chittering filled the room as they either grabbed their instruments or placed them back into their holes. No one noticed him, and if they did then they didn't care about how he was.

Only one student noticed him- Conner, his best friend of 8 years. He could see right through any frail attempt of a front Reece would put up to deflect. Normally, Reece would be happy to see his best friend's optimistic face, but today was the worst day for him to show up.

Conner slipped over to where Reece was sitting with his own tuba in tow. "Hey, you good dude?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dropped my tuba." Reece leaned down to pick it up with a slight wince. His side sorefully ached from being rag-dolled at the wall. He didn't want to admit to Conner about how Sam bullied him yet again; last time he told Conner about their altercations Conner got sent to detention for a week straight. "Let's just get to class."

The duo walked to the bandroom and took their spots together, the director watching them. He noticed the dent in the side of Reece's tube but didn't comment on it. Today they were practicing their set for May's competition and wanted everyone to have their full attention on rehersal. Reece's tuba sounded slightly off, but no matter what he did it wouldn't go back to how it sounded last week. He decided he would have to discuss it with his director. He managed to survive the practice— stopping halfway through as his tuba was more damaged than he initially thought.

Reece and Conner made a direct beeline for the lunchroom- Conner excited for the mozzarella sticks on the menu today and Reece excited for another chance to write. The former hopped in the lunchline immediately, salivating at the smell. Reece went to their regular seat in the furthest corner of the packed cafeteria. He sat down and flipped open his notebook to the poem he was previously working on, his handwriting barely legible. He was giving haikus a shot as he's never tried writing them before.

The breeze flits drifts around

Holding Carrying a golden leaf;

Gentle as the a doe.

As he finished writing the rest of the haiku down, Conner approached with two orders of mozzarella sticks, some chicken, chocolate milk and a scoop of applesauce on a blue plastic tray. The corners of his mouth practically touched his ears as he plopped down. "Bro, I'm so glad today's mozz stick day." He took a giant bite of one and started chewing, poking at the other things on the tray. "Mmmmm….the chicken looks drier than my grandmam's ashes but I'm not here for that. They have cinnamon applesauce so that's another bonus!"

Reece chuckled at his friend's excitement over their lunch. Conner was one of those guys that spoke through his stomach. He was one hell of a chef and he could consume a meal fit for a whale. Reece pulled out his lunch box and pulled out a grilled cheese sandwich, a thermos of tomato soup, a can of knockoff Dr. Thunder and a Hershey's bar that his mom had packed for him, along with a little note. It was rare he got this type of lunch; normally it was just a sandwich and some chips, but yesterday was his birthday so he was spoiled a bit. He read the note and smiled. A shadow crept over him as he finished reading the note, but when he looked over his shoulder no one was there. He put the note away and started eating his food, Conner raving beside him about how good the food was as Reece's mind drifted elsewhere.

He wanted to be at home more than anything in the world. He loved hanging out with his chaotic mess of a friend, but there was nothing he loved more than when him and his mom would sit on the couch swaddled in some blankets with popcorn, drinks and a Disney movie marathon playing in the background. They would sit there and talk about his mom's work week, what he learned in class, the movie themselves and topics that just pop up in passing. After the stress of today...he needed a movie night.

When the two teens finished eating, they started to migrate towards their next class. They made a quick pit-stop at the bathrooms so Conner could hop in while Reece hung out on the metal bench outside. He was writing in his notebook when Sam strutted up like he was the alpha of the school.

"Hey, pipsqueak. I saw your mom was shopping for groceries at the dollar store yesterday. You that broke that you can't afford food from Walmart?" He cackled, Reece's eyes not leaving the page. "At least I get a healthy meal of steak for lunch every day. You get, what, a disgusting ass cheese sandwich and some knockoff tomato soup from a can?"

Reece snorted. "My sandwich was fantastic and so is my mother's cooking, so don't you dare mock her for that. At least I got homemade tomato soup." His eyes darted up to meet Sam's. "Judging based on how you act and your 'expensive' lunches, I'm assuming that your parents' love language is gifts and money. Your mom screamed at you when you guys lost the last baseball match."

"How dare you-" Sam started just to be cut off.

"I was there with the band, dumbass." Reece pushed up his glasses as he lkept his eyes locked with Sam. "She and your father both treat you like shit anytime you do something even slightly under the best of the best. When you finally get something perfect, you get, what- a pat on the back? A smile periodically? A fancy new pair of shoes?" Sam stood there, silent for once as he continued. "I got a question for you Sam- when was the last time you got an actual hug and not just a pat on the back? I get an actual hug from my mom every night before I go lay down- can the same be said for you?"

Daggers stabbed into Sam's chest with every word that Reece said. It didn't sting because of the way he said it, but because it was true.

"Listen here motherfucker. You don't know me nor do you know my life. I actually have fantastic parents- yeah, I may not get hugs or whatever, but those are for weak ass pussies like you."

Reece chuckled. "Wow, you must be popular with the girls then. No hugs? You don't want to show your girlfriend that you actually love them and don't see them as an object? You think your girl is a- how did you phrase it? A weak ass pussy?"

Sam growled with anger. He was being shown up by a nerd with a smartass mouth. He grabbed the top of the notebook Reece was holding and started to tug but Reece clung on this time. He wasn't about to let his notebook be ruined. They fought over it before Sam kneed Reece in the stomach, the notebook flying out of their hands and papers flying everywhere.

Reece knelt down in pain with a cry. He tried to breathe but with every inhale he kept feeling a stabbing pain on his right side. He looked up to see the papers flying and started grabbing for them, stacking them to his chest.

Kneeling and picking up one of the pages, Sam began to read it aloud with a strong and assertive tone.

All of the things you said

Keep running through my head

Even when I’m trying to sleep

Forcing me to lie awake in my bed

All of the things you said

Weighs me down like a ton of lead

To the point I truly wish I was dead

All of the things you said

Keep running through my head

????

Towards the end of the poem, Sam's voice started to falter and grow softer as what he was reading slowly sank in. It wasn't until he read the third stanza that he stopped, noticing the small Reese's cup doodle at the bottom of the page. Once the realization of what he was reading hit, tears began to prick at his eyes. His gaze left from the paper to Reece's face. The injured poet's gulp could be heard down the hall.

Sam slowly inhaled and exhaled in an attempt to keep his composure. His voice was wavering and his posture completely changed. "Reece...do you happen to post these online?"

Standing up with an armful of secrets and keys to his soul, he nodded. "Y-yeah...I write them here and then post them to my Tumblr; it's the only way for me to escape from here and, frankly, escape from your bullshit that I've been putting up with for the past ten years. Why?"

Sam locked eyes with Reece as a tear threatened to slip from his barricade of emotions.

"Because you're my favorite poet."

The world stopped for Reece. He swallowed slowly as he tried to process what he had just heard. "Wait… you read my work? How did you find it?"

The taller male grabbed Reece's arm and yanked him into the bathroom in an attempt to avoid the crowd of students wandering down the hall. Sam didn't seem to notice Conner washing his hands right beside where they ended up standing. "I've been reading poetry in general since I was about ten. It helped distract me from all of the fighting and the fact that I honestly didn't have a support system. Yeah, I have money and all of the things you could wish for but it's not the same as having caring parents. It's not the same as what *you* have. You have a pair of caring and loving parents that love and cherish you- even though you're broke, you're always happy."

Reece cleared his throat. "That still doesn't answer how you found me."

Sam looked at the floor and watched a cockroach scuttle away. "I was one of your first followers. I found you through another favorite poet of mine- back when you two did a collaboration together. Ever since then, I've read your works, commented on a few of them and even showed them to my friends here. No one would've even considered you were the author of them."

The poet bit his cheek in thought. "Tell you what. If you swear up and down not to bully me anymore, I'll let you be the first one to proofread my poems."

An offended "Hey!" echoed in the bathroom as Connor walked up. "I thought that was my position!"

"Okay, the second one to proofread them."

A genuine smile spread across the jock's features; a pleasant change.

"I'll take you up on that."

#writing #write #tw bullying #bullying #poetry #poets

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hana-akari · 23 days ago

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"Sakura." Shino says her name in his usual flat tone, except it's accompanied with thousands to skittering and silent screeching sounds. Indeed, he is covered from head to toe with cockroaches, silver fish, and even flesh eating beetles. He's a walking insect monster. "I used my insect gathering jutsu in the hospital's morgue. Cleanliness needs to be improved, as you can see." Not that he's complaining... He loves bugs.

Sakura had juuusstt gotten done with a rather long, complicated surgery. Blood still all over her coat but it wasn't stopping her from eating her lunch. That is until Shino came in covered in bugs. Freaking out all the nurses and doctors. Did she just hear someone jump out a window? They were on the fourth floor! She sooo isn't doing the paperwork for that,

"Why the hell were you in the morgue? Who let you in there?? More importantly, why are you walking through my hospital covered in morgue bugs!" Shino was lucky she didn't have a spray bottle nearby or she'd be attacking him with it,

"Besides, the morgue isn't my thing, go take your complaints to Kuroki. Though I wouldn't recommend it. The guy is weird as fuck. Would probably try to curse you or somethin'." She should probably be more concerned that one of her employees had went and covered the morgue in weird summoning circles, dead languages, and constantly threatened to curse people but he gets the job done so why would his weird hobby matter to her?

#blooming lights: ic

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knot-ee · 3 months ago

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Suguru did not regret. Well, he did. He regretted not being able to save his daughters earlier and regretted being blind to the injustices of the jujutsu world for too long. How some people (like Satoru) could be born into the world and continue feeding into the sick cycle was beyond him. It made him furious. It filled him with so much rage he could kill every human in the town they were in. Suguru, of course, refrained. His patience was wearing thin, but NO he did not regret approaching the monkey.

If Toji Zen'in EVER fucked up, it would be TOJI who would regret running his mouth and acting like a rabid god damn dog. The machismo of over compensating would get old though; how could the old man keep up with the act for so long? He was forced to bite back; Suguru knew if he sneered it would only motivate Toji to continue his nonsense. He fondly petted the scales of the massive curse even though he felt no fondness for the creature but he liked that it must have looked odd to Toji.

“ That's why I'm plucking your GREEN eyes out and keeping them when you die. ”

Without warning he mentally commanded the curse to take to the skies and flew it did. Curses did not obey the laws of nature, so the creature born out of fear and hate shot forth with tremendous speed. And if Toji fell... Well, Suguru would be there to catch the bastard. A few cockroaches in the form of humans openly stared and pointed at what was the absurd scene of two men floating and shooting forward in thin air. Suguru squeezed the curse tight between his thighs and held onto scales. Once they gained enough altitude, the speed calmed down to the point they could sit relatively comfortable and not have the chill of the air induce hypothermia.

“ I know that won't be the first time you'll be saying that when in my presence. ”

Suguru didn't intend for that to have a double meaning. His mind was pure. Toji was a tool for killing and nothing more. It truly was amazing they were sharing the same space.

“ I won't think any less of you if you need to hang on--- to me. ”

Tone said the direct opposite though. For Suguru this was normal and even among sorcerers riding unprotected on the back of a curse kilometers above civilization was far from normal. It was a shame that such a revolting technique made unique experiences possible. He could swallow a thousand, a million curses, but it would not help him destroy them unless it was through direct violence. Japan did look beautiful from so high above and Suguru took the time to admire it as if he was fifteen again and so naive. His sudden good mood made him more chatty.

“ Did you never ponder the existence of curses? Why they exist and why YOU couldn't see them? ”

This was way too fun. Toji can't even remember the last time he actually felt thrilled like this? Oh yeah when he was fighting Satoru Gojo. Suguru has clearly grown up and he's now someone who Toji can respect on a similar level to Satoru Gojo. Of course he still thinks he has the upper hand since he has more experience but he can't deny the kid was truly something else.

Though he wasn't interested in fighting him or getting on his bad side, at least not yet. He actually wanted to see what Suguru had to offer. To see this insane vision of his. Because he wasn't the first to challenge the Jujutsu sorcerer society so how could he possibly think he was different than those that came before him? Toji wanted to see what Suguru could accomplish but also maybe a small bit of his pride was driving him too.

Toji wanted to show Suguru that he's capable of even more than he thought. That he's not just some assassin for hire that can be walked over and taken advantage of. Toji was definitely the type of dog to bite the hand that feeds it if necessary. Though it might take a lot for that to actually happen. He wasn't going to be reckless here but he also wasn't going to be a complete kiss ass, unless Suguru makes it really worth his while.

"Aw don't be so cold, Geto-sama. I can be a good boy too. Green eyes are more rare than blue you know?"

Toji chuckles and is completely unbothered by the dark locks smacking him in the face. He just follows after Suguru without hesitation.

"Nah."

He shrugs and stands there waiting for Suguru to do his thing. Raising an eyebrow. He doesn't need to see curses to sense then by now. And it's when he senses them that they eventually become visible. Toji had to learn the hard way, he had no curse energy to protect himself but to him the real monsters weren't usually curses... After all his toughest battle of all time hadn't been against a curse.

Toji doesn't hesitate and grabs Suguru's hand getting up onto the curse. He lets out almost a joyful laugh.

"Well this might be a first for me actually."

He glances around. Finding it amusing that Suguru really didn't care if they were seen or not.

#── endless cycle of exorcising and ingesting . suguru #── . thread #ofdarknesseyes

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animeficsworld · 2 years ago

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Forever Means Forever

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

The two of you were meant for one another. It was supposed to be forever, until the end of time.

But he changed.

And his forever started to mean a different future than what you envisioned.

He turned into something he swore to destroy, power got to him and he became a curse, but worse.

King of Curses is what they called him.

A cruel, evil curse that no one could stop, not even you. Not that you wanted to.

At that time, you were blinded by love. You were blinded by the love you felt towards Ryo.

You still are.

He never lied to you. Towards others he was cruel and cunning, with you, he was kind, and sweet and he made you feel special, because to him, you were.

Back then, he promised you safety and protection. And that is exactly what he gave you.

A huge mansion, where you lived comfortably with him. You had servants who were too scared to even look at the two of you.

But you had him, and that was enough.

You didn't need anything else, not even the mansion.

But soon, you slowly started to see the man you love change.

He started to get angry very easily, not to mention the extra pair of arms he grew.

He said they were so he could hold you better.

But you knew that wasn't true, you know it now at least.

He then turned you.

"It's for your own good. So we can be together forever, just like we said when we were young, Y/N."

"Turning me into a curse... has to be a better way."

"There is but... that way you won't have your memories intact. Please let me do this." You were hesitant. Turning into a curse? Was that really your only option? No other way?

But then you looked into his eyes as he held his hand out. You were hesitant, but you ended up taking it.

And thus, a new curse was born.

But you didn't change, you didn't even feel that much different, yes you did feel more powerful, you didn't let that get into your head.

And thankfully you didn't grow any more limbs.

You stayed the same inside and out. But Ryo changed too much.

"You are not the same anymore Ryo. The things you say, the things you do. You are not the Ryo I fell in love with."

"I am the same, Princess. It's just that now I'm more powerful. I became the best version of myself."

"The best version of yourself? That's what you think you are? You sit on that throne of bones claiming to be the King but what does it all mean? What's the point?"

"The point is to keep you safe." he said with a stern voice. He started to become angry. "That's all I ever wanted to do after your asshole father hurt you."

"But you did that even with two arms Ryo! You did that without sitting up there and looking at everyone like they were cockroaches. I love you, I do, but this is too much." you turned and walked away. You heard him call your name but you didn't care, you needed to get away. You needed to clear your head.

It broke your heart but it was for the better.

A few days later, you couldn't feel his presence anymore. They killed him.

They killed Ryomen and you weren't there. You felt awful, guilty for leaving him.

And soon, they started to hunt you. They tried to find you and kill you for a thousand years now. Some even imprisoned you for years before you managed to escape.

You heard about the fingers, you knew what they could do. But you were too busy hiding.

Then one evening, you felt it. His presence. He was alive again. Your husband was back and you ran. You ran like you have never ran before.

Maybe your forever can really be forever.

---

You ran into the school just in time to see a white-haired man fighting with Ryomen. He looked different, so they didn't resurrect him, he got a vessel. You thought.

A very strong vessel who from what you saw could hold him in.

You soon recognized the white-haired man as Gojo Saturo so you decided to flee, but he was too sharp.

"What do we have here?" he suddenly appeared in front of you as you turned. "Oh, look at that if it isn't Y/N."

"I mean no harm, you know that." he did, you met Gojo before a couple of years ago, he wanted to kill you but you were different, he noticed.

"I know, I assume you came to see your Beloved, it will be the reunion of the century!" Gojo grabbed you and started dragging you toward the two boys.

Megumi looked at you, he probably didn't know, but you two have met before when he was only a little boy.

"Boys, this is Y/N, she is Sukuna's wife." both looked stunned, Megumi on guard. "Let's go now."

---

You were put in a room, filled with those useless spells, that could never keep you in. You walked over to the door and opened it, only to see the guards get shocked as they both turned to look at you.

"I don't mean to sound impatient, but I have been waiting for two hours now and I am not a big fan of small rooms so... Can you call Gojo and tell him that if he won't let me see Ryo, I'll just leave? Thank you." and with that you went back into the room, closing the door behind yourself.

You sat down in the chair that was left for you.

About half an hour later, Gojo was kind enough to finally arrive.

"He has a vessel, Y/N. He's inside that boy."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"No. He decided that he will eat the fingers and then we will exorcise him."

"You say that, but you'll just kill him. He's innocent."

"Why do you care?"

"I spend decades trying to even find the smallest trail to my husband, I nearly killed myself because I thought he was gone forever. And now, you have him in the next room, yet you won't let me see him. I could help you Gojo."

"I was just thinking that."

Of course, Gojo Satorou had a plan, who could have thought. You rolled your eyes as he explained the plan.

He wanted Itadori, to become a sorcerer, he wanted for you to be there for him, this was his way of trapping you into seeing your husband basically.

Gojo had you in the palm of his hands. But you didn't have any other choice, you agreed.

---

You were meant to meet Ryomen and try to talk to him, to keep him at bay.

You were still in that room when they brought in the boy.

Sukuna wasted no time in pulling you to his domain, soon, you stood in water, looking up at a throne, where he was sitting, a throne made of bones.

"You have nerve coming here. Tell me a reason why shouldn't I kill you."

"I missed you." is all you could say, you had a feeling he would want to kill you. Seeing you as a traitor for not bringing him back.

"You..."

"It's been so long. I tried so many things, even tried to kill myself just to end this, but I couldn't."

"You are pathetic."

"I am. I tried to bring you back, I really did but I'm weak." he furrowed his eyebrows.

"You weren't weak when I died."

"I had a child. She has most of my powers, to keep her safe." in a blink of an eye, he was in front of you, holding onto your neck, you knew he could kill you in a second. But you would have been okay with that.

"You had another man's child? You-"

"She's yours. She's strong, but she doesn't live like a curse. She lives with the humans, it was her decision." You could see he didn't believe you. But he wasn't moving, and nor did you.

You grabbed his wrist, but instead of pulling it away, you run your hand along his skin up to his elbow.

"I really missed you. When I felt your energy, I ran to you. I'm sure she felt it too. Her name is Ryona she looks just like you, well without the extra pair of arms you know."

"I have a child, who lives amongst...humans?"

"Yes. Please either kill me or don't. I am still happy to see you again." you offered him a smile. A smile that made him remind himself of the old days, when you smiled at him, when he was weak or when he was the king of the curses. Your smile never changed, you loved him the same.

He let go of you and turned his back.

Now, this could go either way, he could kill you, which you'd be fair with or he could just let you go. Ryomen was a dangerous and feared man, but you were never scared of him.

Yet you didn't know what he was about to do, you used to be able to read him like an open book, but with his back turned to you, you could only take a step back. You looked around, the place was empty.

"You agreed to watch the kid, right?" he ended up asking.

"Yes, Gojo said this way I can watch you but we both know it's just if you snap, someone has to hold you back."

"And would you be able to?"

"I am strong so, yes, but the real question is if I want to. Because I doubt it."

"I want to see my daughter."

"Of course you do. But you have to also understand she wants nothing to do with jujutsu sorcerers, curses, any of that." he made a face.

"Why?"

"Because of you. She heard about you, the things you done, the way people spoke about you, and she decided that she doesn't want to do anything with that. But I think she would like to meet you."

Sukuna couldn't believe it. He had a daughter, not only that but he was back from the dead and all he could think was himself. He was selfish, but he was also the King of Curses. It was in his nature to be selfish.

But not with you.

Again, in a blink, he was in front of you, but this time he hugged you, close to his chest as he found it challenging to only hold you with two arms.

"I missed you as well."

"We will think of something. Something to free you so we can be together again. King or not, we will make it happen."

"Of course, we will." he tightened his grip. "I'm home."

You laughed a little at his joke.

"Welcome home," you said as you just let him hold you.

Although you knew this wasn't the end, you were happy that he was holding you once again, you were back where you belonged to.

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lumosinlove · 4 years ago

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12/22/20: Day Nine

On the ninth day of Ficmas, Hazel gave to you, Coast To Coast outtakes and....please hold for part ii :)

part ii

No idea where this takes place, sometime in the future, I was just having some fun:

Leo was out with Kasey and Thomas, and Finn and Logan were snug in a booth at their favorite breakfast spot down the street. They didn’t have practice, a rare day off, and they were sharing a dutch baby pancake and an ham, cheese, and chive omelette. Finn’s arm was snug around Logan’s back, it was summer time, and the restaurant had their large doors open to the Gryffindor sidewalk. The sun and breeze were filtering through, making Logan’s skin warm and kissable. He leaned in between bites of pancake and kissed his cheek and his neck while Logan told a story that Finn had heard before but would listen to a thousand more times, just to see that smile on his face.

“And remember Cole was moved up to first line—”

“Remember you told me Cole was passed out to get me alone?”

Logan bit his lip. “Yeah. I remember.” He pressed a hand to Finn’s chest, eyes on his fingers toying with the neck of his t-shirt. “I remember.”

Finn leaned in. “Baby, I didn’t mean…”

“Non, non,” Logan looked up at him. “I’m just glad we can talk about it now. Before, it was just…I both wanted to remember it more than anything and wanted to forget it at the same time.”

Finn pet his fingers through Logan’s hair beneath the bill of his hat at his neck. “Love you.”

That brought the smile back to Logan’s face. He tipped his cheek on Finn’s shoulder, laughing lightly like he couldn’t help it. “Je t’adore.”

“Let me get you naked,” Finn said. “Fucking gorgeous boy.”

Logan rolled his eyes but he looked pleased and flushed as he splayed back on the couch in his t-shirt and shorts, cuffed at the bottom to reveal way more of his thick thighs than Finn could handle in public.

“Please, baby,” Finn said, getting up on his knees and bending to press his palms to Logan’s thighs, feeling the smooth, hard muscle that wrapped them. “What can I do?”

“Whatever you want, mon rouge.”

Finn couldn’t understand that last part, but it didn’t stop him from warming at the words. They were for him, and they were at the end, so probably some sort of pet name. Finn liked those—maybe too much. He just smiled and leaned forward, pushing Logan’s shirt up and kissing each new inch of skin revealed.

“But that’s not what you want, is it?” Logan said, accent clinging to his words as Finn palmed him through his shorts, teeth scraping against his hip bone, and the small fleur-de-lis there, the black ink stark on his tan skin. Finn loved this tattoo. He used to have fantasies, while wishing for Logan, all of which had been very carefully kept faceless—until this tattoo made an appearance and ruined it all—and made him come immediately. It was ingrained in his subconscious as a Logan thing, and kissing it made Finn feel aflame.

“You want what I want,” Logan’s low voice said. He pet a hand through Finn’s hair. “You want to fuck me. You want to come inside me. You want Leo to come home and fuck me, too, so I have both of you, mes garçons—”

Finn looked up at him. “Logan.” Finn pushed himself up to Logan’s mouth, smiling into their kiss. “Little dirty talker, who the fuck knew.” He bit at Logan’s jaw, his neck, relished in the way Logan preened up into it. “You want me to get hard on the ice, every time I hear you cuss someone out?”

Logan laughed breathlessly. “Fuck.”

Finn knew he was picturing it, because now Finn was, too. He cursed as his cock pressed against the zipper of his shorts.

“You want that, Harzy?” Logan whispered to him. “Your cock pushing against your jock, trapped, right there on the bench. Back to the locker room between periods, the three of us,” Logan was panting now, like he was turning himself on, too.

Thanks to the discord for this one:

“What is this noise?” Finn whisper-yelled, smushing his head into his pillow.

“Le grillon,” Logan mumbled sleepily from his place against Leo’s neck.

“Crickets, Fish,” Leo translated. “What the fuck, you don’t know what crickets are?”

“I live in a city. We don’t have bugs.”

“You have cockroaches, are you kidding?” Logan groaned. “Those things are the worst.”

“At least they’re quiet,” Finn grumbled some more, but all Leo caught was, “fucking gree-ons.”

Logan snorted into Leo’s neck, and then they were all laughing, effectively drowning out the sound.

Alternate first “I love you” in NOLA:

Finn smiled, eyes soft. “I love when you do this.”

Leo sent him an amused look. “I’m just cooking, Harz. You two are so funny about that.”

“No, I mean—you like detail. In everything. I mean your focus. Cooking, hockey, yourself…us.”

“Things deserve focus,” Leo gave the skillet a firm toss. “This needs something…”

“Leo,” Finn said softly.

“Hm?” Leo said, eyes on the spice rack.

“I love you.”

Leo’s head snapped away from the rack and the stove to look at Finn, blue eyes fair from the heat and the pale stove light.

The humidity curled his hair, and he was looking at Finn like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Like he needed to hear it again. And so Finn told him. He’d tell him forever.

“Me and Lo talked about it together,” Finn began. "We wanted to plan this whole thing and—“ Finn laughed. “He’s been bursting to say it and he’s gonna be so fucking mad at me for jumping the gun but…I guess I really wanted to say it, too. I wanted you to know because…I know you hear us say it and…and I just—I love you, too.” He reached out and took the hem of Leo’s shirt between his fingers for a moment before finding the bare skin of his hip. “I love you, Peanut.”

Leo stared until the pan started hissing dangerously and he blinked, hurrying to turn it off. It steamed around them, and then cooled, and Leo planted his hands on the edge of the counter, trying to work around the swell of emotion in his throat. Finn was hovering beside him, no doubt staring at his bowed profile, waiting.

“Leo?” Finn whispered, hand moving to press between his shoulder blades. “Hey, baby, I…It’s okay if—”

Leo gave his head a hard shake, a soft sound escaping his mouth. Finn stopped talking immediately, a heartbeat passed, and then Leo turned right into Finn’s arms and cried.

“Whoa,” Finn laughed a little as Leo ducked to press his nose into Finn’s neck. He wrapped his arm around Leo’s waist, the other against his neck. “I guess I didn’t think you’d be surprised.”

“I’m not surprised,” Leo managed. “I just…I hoped but, like,” his breath hitched and Finn could feel hot tears on his neck. “I’ve hoped before and it didn’t—”

“Baby,” Finn wrapped Leo up tighter. “We said from the very start, didn’t we?”

“Things can change.”

“Not this,” Finn pressed kiss after kiss to his neck.

“I love you, too,” Leo said. “I love you both.”

“Good,” Finn laughed, clearing his throat over the tears building there. He laughed again. “Fuck. Lo’s gonna walk in and—”

“Alors,” Logan’s voice came from the doorway and they both looked up. Logan looked alarmed, probably by the tears. “Quoi…what’s up?” he took a few hurried steps forward, setting his phone on the counter. “What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

Leo and Finn both laughed, pulling apart as Leo wiped his eyes with his hand.

“Mon Nut,” Logan said softly, walking over and pressing against Leo’s waiting side, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Qu’est-ce qui se passe?”

“Finn told me he loved me.”

Logan’s face changed slowly, lips parting. He swiped his thumb once gently over Leo’s cheek bone, then removed it to punch Finn, once, hard in the arm.

“Pourquoi? Harzy. Nous avions un plan. Fish.”

Finn laughed through his tears, and Logan, despite his words, began to smile, too, especially when Leo took his chin in his fingers and turned his head for a long kiss.

“Traître,” Logan mumbled half heartedly into the kiss, hand reaching blindly, maybe to punch Finn again, but Finn caught it and kissed his knuckles instead, then his palm and wrist. He let Logan wrap that hand around his shoulder as Finn glued himself against Leo’s other side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I love you, Nut,” Logan mumbled against Leo’s mouth.

“I love you, too,” Leo laughed through fresh tears. “I love you so fucking much.”

Logan smiled, eyes brimmed, and tucked in close against Leo’s chest. Leo held him there, Finn too, in his kitchen, the kitchen he had learned to cook in, come out to his parents in, learned he was up for an NHL draft in. And fell in love in.

#12 days of ficmas 2020 lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #o'knutzy #lumosinlove

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angrybatart · 3 years ago

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(Tries to reroute your ONI gateway portal to a hub dimension so he can get back on with his adventures through time and space.)

(Accidentally links up to the cockroach dimension.)

Oop-! That's not it!!

(Closes the gateway as quickly as he can, but not before a few thousand cockroaches, and a handful of cockroach-human hybrid zombies, spill into the base and scatter under appliances and into cracks in the walls.)

(Curses violently in a panic while trying to scratch and shake the bugs out of his clothes and smash them against whatever surface they land on.)

LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.

Well, if there's ever a shortage of Mealwood Lice, I guess the dupes can just eat roaches. *gags* But the mutant ones might actually be a problem.

Please stop stomping- aaannnnd there go the decor effects...

#ask #goddammitbio #Oxygen Not Included #Meep #bugs #seriously. the dupes are already essentially eating dirt and lice #MIGHT AS WELL EAT ANOTHER KIND OF BUG #quick doodle #drew the oxygen diffuser mostly from memory

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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 20: Front Row Seat

Hades was nice. Really nice. I had no idea why they kicked him off Olympus. I think he deserves the world. It was adorable since the three.. four I should correct, of us sat on the floor.

During my short time here, he had reassured me that Me and Mrs. Jackson will not die. He was nice enough to take care of D/N as well. He had even given him Cerberus's old collar. I think he's attached, he couldn't really keep Cerberus here after all.

"Why was Mrs. Rudolph set on me since I was a kid?" I finally asked.

"When you were born... I knew... something was off with you."

"You're the god of the dead not life." I retorted meaner than I thought.

"I couldn't see your life expectancy. I could see you living forever." He stated. "I can sense when one is about to die and when they will. But looking at you I couldn't see anything."

"Woah, I wonder if I'm never going to die. Does it have anything to do with my parent?"

"No." Mrs. Jackson interjected. "That has nothing to do with who your parent is. Since all gods and goddesses has more than one child and none of them are like you. Lord Hades, could we please check on Percy?" She looked at Hades hopeful.

"It's kinda cool how you two are kinda getting along."

"I had sent furies to watch over him... More to jump him but that isn't the point." He cleared his throat. "And the reason why I let her walk is she has information on you."

"Wait she knows? About what? Can you tell me what you know?"

"During the incident in Montauk, your parents and I had a talk. You should get answers from them instead."

"What made you think the big guy would let them go?" I said bitterly.

"I wasn't expecting them to be this low."

"I blame Percy's dad... No offence."

"He deserves to be called a jerk." Mrs. Jackson huffed. "He betrayed you."

Hades got up and D/N followed him, not long after something was projected in front of us.

It was Percy, Annabeth and Grover against Ares.

"Ares gave the bag to us." I told Hades, "He probably has your helm too. Honestly he's my second hated god."

"Second to Poseidon I'll take it." Hades said settling on his throne again. With a flick of his hand two chair appeared. "You wish to watch don't you?"

"Thank you my lord." Mrs. Jackson was relieved.

"Your son better prove his innocence."

Percy turned back to Ares. "Are you going to fight me now?" he asked. "Or are you going to hide behind another pet?"

"Why is he challenging him???" Mrs. Jackson was obviously worried.

"He's a fool."

Ares's face was purple with rage. "Watch it, kid. I could turn you into—" "A cockroach," Percy retorted. "Or a tapeworm. Yeah, I'm sure. That'd save you from getting your godly hide whipped, wouldn't it?"

"I like how we get front row seat on this one." I laughed. Flames danced along the top of Ares glasses. "Oh, man, you are really asking to be smashed into a grease spot." "If I lose, turn me into anything you want. Take the bolt. If I win, the helm and the bolt are mine and you have to go away." Ares sneered. He swung the baseball bat off his shoulder. "How would you like to get smashed: classic or modern?" Percy showed him his sword. "That's cool, dead boy," he said. "Classic it is." The baseball bat changed into a huge, two-handed sword. The hilt was a large silver skull with a ruby in its mouth. "Percy," Annabeth said. "Don't do this. He's a god." "He's a coward," He told her. She swallowed. "...Percy." She took off her necklace, with her five years' worth of camp beads and the ring from her father, and gave it to Percy. "Reconciliation," she said. "Athena and Poseidon together." He gave a smile. "Thanks." "And take this," Grover said. He handed him a flattened tin can that he'd probably been saving in his pocket for a thousand miles. "The satyrs stand behind you." "Grover... I don't know what to say." He patted him on the shoulder. Percy stuffed the tin can in my back pocket.

"Y/N..." Annabeth started. Pulling out from her back was Aphrodite's scarf. Percy looked at it and gripped onto in.

"We'll get her back." he squeaked and took the scarf from her to stuff it in his pocket as well. "You all done saying good-bye?" Ares came toward me, his black leather duster trailing behind him, his sword glinting like fire in the sunrise. "I've been fighting for eternity, kid. My strength is unlimited and I cannot die. What have you got?"

"Hades, can't you like... do something? I really--"

"No. It's his fight. I will not intervene." "But Percy isn't the wrong!!"

"That doesn't matter."

The water pushed Percy into the air and he catapulted over Ares, slashing as he came down. But Ares was just as quick. He twisted, and the strike that should've caught him directly in the spine was deflected off the end of his sword hilt.

He grinned. "Not bad, not bad." He slashed again and Percy was forced to jump onto dry land. He tried to sidestep, to get back to the water, but Ares outmaneuvered him, pressing so hard Percy had to put all his concentration on blocking his attacks.

Mrs. Jackson took my hand.

"He's strong. He'll win this." "Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "Cops!" "Please, at least save him from the cops!!" I said.

"The mist is powerful child. But if you wish, I could clear his name. Both of yours."

"Yes please..." I saw red lights flashing on the shoreline boulevard. Car doors were slamming. "There, officer!" somebody yelled. "See?" A gruff cop voice: "Looks like that one kid on TV... what the heck..." "That guy's armed," another cop said. "Call for backup." Percy rolled to one side as Ares's blade slashed the sand. Percy ran for his sword, scooped it up, and launched a swipe at Ares's face, only to find his blade deflected again. Ares seemed to know exactly what he was going to do the moment before he did it. Percy stepped back toward the surf, forcing him to follow. "Admit it, kid," Ares said. "You got no hope. I'm just toying with you." I saw a second cop car pulling up, siren wailing. Spectators, people who had been wandering the streets because of the earthquake, were starting to gather. Among the crowd, I thought I saw a few who were walking with the strange, trotting gait of disguised satyrs. There were shimmering forms of spirits, too, as if the dead had risen from Hades to watch the battle.

"You sent more that the furies." I frowned at Hades.

"The three had survived all three furies. I obviously needed more than one."

"Rude." More sirens. Percy stepped farther into the water, but Ares was fast. The tip of his blade ripped his sleeve and grazed Percy's forearm. A police voice on a megaphone said, "Drop the guns.' Set them on the ground. Now!" Ares turned to glare at our spectators. There were five police cars now, and a line of officers crouching behind them, pistols trained on them. "This is a private matter!" Ares bellowed. "Be gone.'" He swept his hand, and a wall of red flame rolled across the patrol cars. The police barely had time to dive for cover before their vehicles exploded. The crowd behind them scattered, screaming. Ares roared with laughter. "Now, little hero. Let's add you to the barbecue."

"Stop the fire. Don't let the civilians get hurt!" I told him.

"Don't worry. No one was hurt." Hades said waving me off. Ares slashed. Percy deflected his blade. He got close enough to strike, but his blow was knocked aside. The waves were hitting Percy in the back now. Ares was up to his thighs, wading in after Percy. Ares came toward, grinning confidently. Percy lowered his blade, as if he were too exhausted to go on. Ares raised his sword.

A whimper came from Mrs. Jackson as she buried her face on her palm.

Percy jumped, rocketing straight over Ares was a wave which he rode.

A six-foot wall of water smashed him full in the face, leaving him cursing and sputtering with a mouth full of seaweed. Percy landed behind him with a splash and feinted toward his head, as he'd done before. Ares turned in time to raise his sword, but this time he was disoriented, he didn't anticipate the trick. Percy changed direction, lunged to the side, and stabbed Riptide straight down into the water, sending the point through the god's heel. The roar that followed made Hades's earthquake look like a minor event. The very sea was blasted back from Ares, leaving a wet circle of sand fifty feet wide. Ichor, the golden blood of the gods, flowed from a gash in the war god's boot. The expression on his face was beyond hatred. It was pain, shock, complete disbelief that he'd been wounded. He limped toward Percy, muttering ancient Greek curses. Something stopped him. It was as if a cloud covered the sun, but worse. Light faded. Sound and color drained away. A cold, heavy presence passed over the beach, slowing time, dropping the temperature to freezing, and making me feel like life was hopeless, fighting was useless. I had no idea how I felt all that despite my location. The darkness lifted. Ares looked stunned. Police cars were burning behind them. The crowd of spectators had fled. Annabeth and Grover stood on the beach, in shock, watching the water flood back around Ares's feet, his glowing golden ichor dissipating in the tide. Ares lowered his sword. "You have made an enemy, godling," he told me. "You have sealed your fate. Every time you raise your blade in battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware, Perseus Jackson. Beware." His body began to glow. '''Percy!" Annabeth shouted. "Don't watch!"

Hades stood up and turned to me.

"He's innocence is proven. You two are free." I looked back. Ares was gone. The tide rolled out to reveal Hades's bronze helm of darkness. Percy picked it up and walked toward the others.

"As promised, you two shall be returned."

"I want to go to Percy." I said.

"You can meet him at the tower. Sally Jackson and I will have a talk then we can send you back."

"A-Are you keeping D/N?" I asked.

He looked at me then D/N. "We'll find that out when we had sent you home."

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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also since the drabbles request is going to close soon, i thought this might be a good way to end it: how would your biases (across different groups) interact with one another if they're in the same room 👀 -baker anon (loosely inspired by the texts you made recently bc i LOVE THEM SO MUCH😍😍)

ANON OKAY SO I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANT MY BIASES INTERACTING BUT ASLKDJGHA I THOUGHT. WHAT IF THEY ALL INTERACT AT WORK. SO THIS IS JUST SOME OF THEM BEING FUCKING IDIOTS AT THE MALL CENTER THEY WORK AT LKSJHDLG I’M SORRY IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WANTED

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

I know this isn’t all of tbz but trying to fit all 11 of them in was overwhelming I’M SORRY

Title: Mall Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz and stray kids being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing, suicidal jokes (again, along the lines of ‘pls kill me’ but if you’re experiencing suicidal thoughts I wouldn’t read this)

cafe workers:

chan: better than tony

changbin: chingban

jisung: gremlin

chanhee: new kid

jacob: angel

tutoring center workers:

seungmin: seungman

jeongin: you better watch your foxing mouth

sangyeon: papi

kevin: moon scribblez

eric: the better jae

build a bear workers:

minho: lino

hyunjin: hyun

felix: fel(e)x

changmin: starbucks tissues

juyeon: professional rollerblader

better than tony: if Jacob didn’t exist you all would be dead

chingban: as in you would’ve killed us

chingban: or he’s prevented us from accidentally killing ourselves ?

gremlin: both

new kid: both

better than tony: both

chingban: fair

angel: :( stop hurting yourselves accidentally

angel: it hurts me :/

gremlin: oh my god his power

gremlin: with one single emoticon he changes my entire life perspective

new kid: see I'd say the same except Jacob tries to convince me on the daily that my only life goal shouldn’t be to put changmin in the grave

better than tony: that... that shouldn’t be your life goal

angel: ^^^

chingban: idk if someone scares you that much with a horror movie mask I think you’ve got a right to murder

angel: changbin

angel: n o

gremlin: idk I think it says something more about chanhee

new kid: say what bitch

gremlin: if you keep getting scared I think there’s something wrong with you

new kid: says the little BITCH who got startled by someone DROPPING THEIR COFFEE yesterday and legitimately SCREAMED

chingban: you say this as if you aren’t the biggest coward on the planet jisung

gremlin: did I ever deny there was something wrong with me???????

angel: STOP there is nothing wrong with you all

better than tony: idk I think there is

better than tony: there’s something wrong with all of us

better than tony: except maybe Jacob

new kid: Jacob just put his head in his hands

angel: all of you have a horrible self-destructive and self-deprecating instinct and I don’t appreciate it :/

gremlin: Jacob I will do my best to take your words to heart

gremlin: I will listen to you unlike these other assholes

new kid: you might take his words to heart but your actions prove you can’t handle them

gremlin: try me bitch

chingban: did you already forget the time you set a refrigerator on fire?

better than tony: PLEASE don’t remind me

angel: maybe we shouldn’t bring that up

better than tony: you were all horrible

better than tony: jisung just laughed

better than tony: changbin went home

better than tony: seungmin and jeongin came over to take pictures of me while I was about to cry

better than tony: only Jacob comforted me :/

gremlin: and this is why we only listen to Jacob

chingban: ^^^

new kid: ^^^

new kid: he’s the only one who has a truly good heart

better than tony: why can’t I inspire this kind of loyalty??

angel: chan has a good heart too :/

gremlin: maybe so but

gremlin: he’s a complete mess and is easier to clown than listen to

new kid: ^^^

chingban: ^^^

better than tony: watch me just commit die

angel: no don’t commit die come here I'll give you a hug

better than tony: I like Jacob more than all of you combined

chingban: um

gremlin: did you think we were going to get offended?

new kid: news flash we all like Jacob more than we like you

better than tony: on an ordinary day I would be crying

better than tony: today I am fine because Jacob is giving me hugs and not you assholes

better than tony: suck it <3

chingban: I hate it when he’s right

new kid: :/

gremlin: I'm going to set the refrigerator on fire again if I don’t get Jacob hugs right now !

new kid: I thought you said you didn’t know how you set it last time?

gremlin: I can still try

angel: no don’t do that I'm coming to hug you now!

gremlin: :D

better than tony: can’t believe jisung bribed Jacob into leaving me to give him hugs

chingban: just shows he’s smarter than you

better than tony: remember how jisung said he’d haunt this cafe if he died and I said I'd just enjoy being dead?

better than tony: starting to consider Jisung’s plan :)

new kid: terrifying

chingban: horrifying

gremlin: I can hear the deadpan ringing through the cafe and it honestly gives me life

better than tony: I hate you all

new kid: so do we <3

angel: :(

watch your foxing mouth: sangyeon you’re fucking evil

papi: ?

seungman: it’s eric’s first week and you’ve already given him ashley twice

seungman: are you trying to make him quit?

moon scribblez: I entirely agree with what they just said

moon scribblez: we’re already low on staff because everyone graduated last year and you’re trying to run eric out of a job too???????

papi: look eric handles her much better than all of you do

papi: I think he’s doing fine

the better jae: I’M NOT FUCKING FINE

watch your foxing mouth: the proof is in the fucking pudding

moon scribblez: pudding?

watch your foxing mouth: it’s an expression

watch your foxing mouth: your canadian ass wouldn’t know

moon scribblez: I'm going to stick a pin on your chair

the better jae: SANGYEON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

the better jae: YOU TOLD ME THIS JOB WAS LOW KEY AND CHILL

papi: it kind of is

the better jae: NOT WHEN YOU PUT ASHLEY AT MY TABLE EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE COMES IN

papi: but you’re handling her so much better than the other three combined :/

watch your foxing mouth: I take offense to that

papi: ignoring her is not a valid strategy jeongin

watch your foxing mouth: well it’s better than seungmin visibly getting frustrated

seungman: well at least I'm trying

seungman: kevin just lets her draw jfc

moon scribblez: look I'm a junior in college and I'm on the verge of just faceplanting into the ocean from a thousand meter cliff I don’t have the time or energy to deal with a bitch who wants to draw and not learn math

papi: do you see what I mean now Eric???????????

the better jae: I'm this fucking close to losing my shit sangyeon I Do Not Care

the better jae: the next time she comes in on my shift I better not have her

papi: fine :/

seungman: did

watch your foxing mouth: oh my god

seungman: DID ASHLEY JUST SAY TO SANGYEON THAT ERIC IS HER FAVORITE ISNTRUCTOR ALREADY

moon scribblez: [ 1 image attached ]

moon scribblez: I think we need to glory in the horror on Eric’s face

watch your foxing mouth: she’s going to ask for Eric every time now oh god

the better jae: I'm not fucking do this I'll quit first

papi: pls no

papi: I don’t want to hunt for more tutors :/

the better jae: you better not fucking put her at my table every time I'm here !

seungman: just make sure your table is full

watch your foxing mouth: foolproof

the better jae: I guess :/

moon scribblez: working here is such an experience

moon scribblez: minho and chan threaten to fire their kids every other day

moon scribblez: meanwhile we’re the ones threatening to quit every other day

seungman: well what the fuck did you expect from tutoring a bunch of rich assholes four times a week

watch your foxing mouth: ^^

papi: not all of them are assholes guys

seungman: oh we know this very well

watch your foxing mouth: Alex is a fucking blessing to this earth

the better jae: so is Kaylee

seungman: but people like max? ashley? nina?

seungman: they outweigh any good that comes out of here

papi: well if you think the kids are shit imagine the parents

watch your foxing mouth: I hate to say it but sangyeon has a point

moon scribblez: I guess he deserves some pity

papi: finally some respect in this fucking household

the better jae: not on my watch

the better jae: I respect the sacrifices you make

the better jae: but I'm still quitting if you keep sending Ashley to my table

papi: sigh

moon scribblez: and I'm quitting if I find another cockroach in a mop

watch your foxing mouth: THERE WAS A NOTHER ON E???????

papi: bigger sigh

moon scribblez: WORSE

moon scribblez: THE LAST TIME I SHOOK OUT THE MOP T H R E E STUPID FUCKING COCKROACHES CRAWLED OUT

moon scribblez: YEJI HAD TO KILL THEM FOR ME

papi: I'm giving up on gaining respect

moon scribblez: you’ll gain my respect when we get this fucking place fumigated

watch your foxing mouth: aren’t the kids rich? what the fuck are they paying for this? why can’t we afford some roach spray jfc

papi: that’s the owners’ call

papi: and the owners are assholes

moon scribblez: headdesk

seungman: wow he really did just slam his head down on the table

the better jae: thank god we’re already closed

papi: thank god for that I can leave and not deal with you for the rest of today

watch your foxing mouth: oh don’t worry we’ll be back tomorrow <3

seungman: <3

the better jae: <3

moon scribblez: <3

papi: every day I wake up and face an existence of pain

lino: who’s taking the front today and who’s working the back

lino: for once all of you are here today so you don’t have to work two jobs at once how nice

hyun: I CALL THE BACK

fel(e)x: SO DO I

professional rollerblader: fuck

starbucks tissues: I brought my nun mask today does anyone want to switch?

hyun: is that

hyun: is that a threat

starbucks tissues: it’s whatever you want it to be <3

hyun: I know better but I'm going to assume it’s just a fun fact

hyun: I can’t deal with children today

starbucks tissues: I guess I have free reign then

fel(e)x: now that sounds like a threat

lino: no threats at work

starbucks tissues: so outside of work is fair game?

lino: yes

hyun: mINHO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME TO THE WOLVES LIKE THIS

lino: who the fuck is the wolf? changmin?

fel(e)x: he’s just a sweet boy don’t be mean hyunjin :/

professional rollerblader: bitch about changmin again and I'll cut you in half

hyun: WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED

professional rollerblader: that’s what you get for attacking changmin

starbucks tissues: I love juyeon and felix

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3

hyun: I feel like

hyun: changmin is the favorite child and I'm just cast off to the side

fel(e)x: who’s the child

fel(e)x: he’s literally older than both of us

hyun: it’s an ANALOGY

professional rollerblader: well it isn’t a good one

hyun: oh fuck OFF we know you always have a soft spot for changmin asshole

lino: deadass thought that read changmin’s asshole for a second and nearly spit out my coffee

starbucks tissues: MINHO PLEASE

fel(e)x: minho I did not need that image in my mind

professional rollerblader: petition to murder Minho in international uncharted waters and dumb his body overboard

starbucks tissues: seconded

hyun: CAN WE GET BACK TO THE POINT

hyun: ALL OF YOU HAVE SOFT SPOTS OR ARE TERRIFIED OF CHANGMIN AND I GET PASSED OVER EVERY TIME

fel(e)x: I mean changmin’s just more likable

professional rollerblader: he’s cuter

lino: I'm terrified of him

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

hyun: I'm quitting this fucking job

lino: oh wow nice usually it’s me who threatens to fire you but now you’re taking initiative!

professional rollerblader: clap for hyunjin!

fel(e)x: *claps*

starbucks tissues: *claps*

hyun: I want to die I want to fucking die

starbucks tissues: I can bring out the mask!

hyun: I honestly might take you up on that

hyun: give me a fucking heart attack so I can die and haunt you all for the rest of your pitiful lives

professional rollerblader: you’d honestly be the pitiful one

professional rollerblader: literally got scared to death

fel(e)x: Juyeon has a solid point

starbucks tissues: agreed !

lino: this is why I hired juyeon he’s so smart

hyun: are you all purposefully forgetting the time sangyeon fooled him into thinking he had some strange wild disease

lino: hmm on any other day I'd clown him for it but you’re more clownable today so I'll just ignore that

starbucks tissues: I like juyeon more than you so I'm ignoring it too <3

fel(e)x: ^^^^^^^^^

hyun: brb gonna jump off the third floor

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Duchess of the Kooks Part3- JJ Maybank

Soooo, only like one more part and then Duchess of the Kooks is done! But I’m thinking of doing a John B imagine, maybe like two parts? Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, if you come across gifs of JJ pls tag me, I need inspo for part 4 :)

Taglist: @lovelymaybankk @hyuckiesoftie @outerbanks123 @heimdoodle @downbytheouterbanks

WC: 2.5k

Summary: it’s midsummers and JJ has to work it. Y/N runs into Rafe while trying to enjoy her night.

Warnings: cursing, I think.

To say you got an earful was an understatement. You had to sit there and listen about how money didn’t grow on trees and Pope didn’t have to take it a step further, JJ didn’t have to take the blame. Your uncle was intentionally trying to take the blame off of Topper and Rafe, but he had gone.

“Was what Rafe and Topp did horrible? Yes, Y/N, it was but there’s nothing we can do about it now. So, let it go.” But you couldn’t let it go.

“You’re going to midsummers, Y/N.” Your uncle said after you got home and you sat on your bed. You began to groan but he cut you off, “if I have to suffer, so do you.”

Your uncle turned away and opened your door before he turned back to face you, “what happens today… stays between us.”

You instantly nodded. If Topper, your mom or dad found out you got your uncle to bail out the guy that helped sink Topper’s boat, you’re pretty sure they’d send you to boarding school, or lock you up the whole summer. You could keep a secret, no problem, but in that moment you felt like you owed uncle Mac everything.

You didn’t know why you did what you did, or why you reacted to seeing JJ get handcuffed and tossed in jail. If it were Pope, would you have called Mac to help out? Would you be sitting on your bed, wondering how you can help JJ pay for the damages done? It wasn’t like Topper was going to actually repair it, your parents would probably leave the boat where it was a buy a brand spanking new one for a few extra thousand dollars added on top of the restitution. You knew where JJ was from, he had it about as worse as John B with his dick of father and you knew JJ would probably spend the rest of his life paying off the restitution.

You couldn’t get over how messy this just seemed to be.

Midsummers was stupid, like.., really stupid. You could be with Kiara, watching documentaries on the ocean, catching waves or drinking beers on John B’s boat with the rest of them. Instead you were dressed in this light pink lace flowy dress with a flower crown sitting on the top of your head.

“Why don’t you smile?” Your mom asked sweetly, but you knew she was royally pissed off at you for no reason.

“Yeah, Y/N, who knows, maybe you won’t look like a gremlin for once in your life.” Topper grumbled to you.

You stared at him in his suit. “You’re calling me a gremlin? Just because your relationship is going down harder than the Titanic doesn’t,”

“For god’s sake, you two.” Your mother cut you off as you walked up to the country club. “We’re here as a family, lets act like it.”

You’ve never been a family, but you kept your mouth shut. As you made your way through the country club and towards the back where you knew you’d find Kiara just as distraught from being here as you, your mom uttered something about you needing to make an effort to talk to Rafe.

You wanted to tell her that it was never going to happen, but you had never been one to talk back and just walked quickly. Your white heels clicked against the floor and you found yourself smiling as you locked onto your best friend in a pretty silk dress with a headband filled with flowers, talking to Pope, who was here to work the event with his dad.

Because of Agatha the cell towers have been down, so you hadn’t been able to talk to Kiara about what happened. Not that you were sure you’d tell her how you got Mac to bail out JJ. She’d question it, you’d go under the third degree and you could barely explain your actions to yourself, let alone your best friend.

“God, you look just as uncomfortable as me.” you answered as you reached them.

Kiara and Pope turned to look at you but Kiara’s eyebrows lifted, “yeah, you don’t look uncomfortable, you look hot.”

You laughed nervously, “shut up.”

Kiara hit Pope right in the stomach and Pope stuttered, “Yeah, uh, you look nice.”

“Nice?” Kiara echoed. “You’re so awkward, Pope.”

You laughed and turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and taking in the groups of people filling up the back area. They set up trellises over the grass with flowers hanging from it, an area for the band to play and a dancefloor. Tables set up all around and on the back wrap around patio. The more people that filled in, the more you felt like you belonged somewhere far away.

“We’re in the lions den,” Kiara said softly, grimacing.

“Wanna sneak out in an hour?” You asked her and Pope, looking over Kiara to look at Pope.

“I have to stay for at least three,” Kiara sighed.

“I don’t think my dad will let me dip out early.” Pope frowned.

“I said sneak out, not ask,” you told them and motioned to Kiara’s parents who were enjoying some champagne, “your parents wont even notice.”

Kiara sighed, “you’d be surprised.”

You sighed and touched your stomach, feeling the dress suck you in. Pope asked softly, “You guys hear from JJ?”

You pressed your lips together. You didn’t exactly speak to him, nor did you know what happened after you walked away from him. You shook your head slowly as Kiara answered, “No, but he’ll be fine. He has the survival instincts of a cockroach.”

“It’s all my fault.” Pope grumbled.

“You didn’t do this, Pope.” Kiara said, touching his shoulder.

“This was all my brother, and Rafe.” You promised him. Pope nodded slowly. You looked over as people started clapping for the Cameron’s. You caught sight of Rafe and felt your stomach tingle with disgust. “I am going to make friends with someone older than twenty one and get drunk,” you looked at Kiara. “You with me Kie?”

Kiara groaned, “god, yes.” She turned back to Pope. “We’ll bring you back something.”

For a few hours you could actually somewhat enjoy yourself and you had Kiara to thank for that. You made her dance and you bothered Pope and his father. You annoyed your uncle and kept out of sight from Topper, Rafe and Kelce but you did notice that Sarah was doing everything she could to stay away from Topper and it made you feel some sort of way because karma.

You had just grabbed some little finger food from the inside when you walked back out onto the patio, to head to Kiara and Pope, when you saw JJ standing on the other side of the deck, holding a small round black tray. You stopped in your tracks as he picked up a glass and turned his body towards you, his eyes latching onto you. People passed in the space between you two as JJ’s eyes took in the pretty dress, strappy heels and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him in black slacks, white dress shirt with a black vest, a little bow done at the base of his neck. Blindly, with his eyes on you, he placed the empty glass on the tray, his rings flashing at you.

You hadn’t seen him since earlier and you smiled, taking a step towards him but then he surprised you by lowering his eyes and disappearing the other way. Your smile dropped from your face. Maybe you two weren’t making strides like you thought? Did you overstep too much by bailing him out?

“I didn’t realize you were into damaged goods, duchess.” Rafe said, his chest touching your back.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply before painting a pretty smile on your face, turning around to face him. “Get lost, Rafe.”

Rafe stared down at you, “You have everything you could ever want in life, why are you bothering with them?”

It was the way he said it. Like he couldn’t imagine hanging around them, like JJ and Pope and John B were disgusting the worth much less the dirt underneath his polished shoes. And it angered you so deeply because they were people too and they were worth so much more than Rafe and Topper, and even you, could ever amount too. But tonight, you didn’t feel like fighting. You didn’t have it in you, the last few days had been exhausting, so you just nodded and clenched your jaw. “Have a good night, Rafe.” You breathed, turning away and putting the plate of foods on a table beside you.

Rafe grabbed your arm and twisted you around, “you’re such a brat. I keep trying to give you the time of day, but you’re so focused with the dirty Pogues that you don’t see it.”

“Let go of me, Rafe.” You said.

“When are you going to realize they’ll never amount to anything, Y/N?”

“Let her go, Rafe.” JJ said, is voice coming from behind you but as soon as he stepped closer, it was like Rafe’s friends just came out of the woodwork. You knew it was bad that JJ worked this event, considering Rafe and Kelce just wanted to finish the fight from a few nights ago.

Rafe stared at JJ over your head and still didn’t let go, so you twisted your arm from him and stepped back. “You got a lot of nerve coming here, Pogue.”

“Yeah, well, some of us have to work for a living.” JJ answered, you could feel the heat of his chest covering your back, his voice close to your ear.

Rafe looked back down at you and smirked, “Find me when you’re done with him, I’ll show you a good time, Y/N.”

You were quick to turn around and face JJ, pushing your hands into his chest as he lunged for Rafe, ready for another fight. “The hell did you just say to her?” he asked over your head, trying to side step you to get to Rafe but you knew that Rafe was just waiting to get JJ in trouble.

“JJ, no!” You said and stepped in front of his eye sight, “walk away.”

“Pussy.” Rafe muttered as you continued to shove JJ away.

You pushed JJ until he was inside the country club, his chest heaving with anger. You grabbed his hand, his fingers clasping tightly around yours as you pulled him to the back, where you could stand outside in the quiet, where no one else could bother you.

You waited until you checked to make sure there was no one before laying into him, “Are you out of your freaking mind?”

“I’m not gonna sit on my ass and let him talk to you like that.” JJ answered. As you turned to look at JJ, he turned his face away and leaned against the white railing, keeping his head down.

“I can handle Rafe, JJ,” you said, stepping closer to him. “He’s looking for you to start something, don’t give him that satisfaction.”

JJ didn’t fight back, or argue, he didn’t even look at you. You felt something heavy settle in your stomach as you finally took a chance to see him up close, his busted lip wasn’t so bad but there was something dark in the corner of his mouth.

Resting against the rail, he was an inch or two shorter. His hands resting on either side of his hips and as he lifted his face and turned his cheek, you caught side of the bruise and small cut on his cheek. One you didn’t notice earlier. When you left him at the police station, he didn’t have it.

“JJ,” you gasped, stepping into him. “Oh my god.”

Your fingers touched his smooth chin, trying to get a better glimpse the bruises but he moved his face from your grasp. “Don’t, Y/N, stop.” He shrugged you off, pushing your fingers from his face.

Fear mixed with something else started to settle inside your stomach. You let your hands drop to ghost over his warm chest and whispered, “What happened?”

JJ slowly looked up at you and showed you the bruise on his cheek and it made your heart hurt. You knew Pope and Kiara hadn’t seen him and if Topper or Rafe had gotten their hands on him, they would’ve bragged. You remembered seeing JJ walk towards the man that you figured was his father, and remembered how angry the man looked.

JJ’s empty eyes stared into you and with a whisper of a head shake he said, “Don’t say it, Y/N.”

By that point it was clear who had hit him. His own father. You got the sudden urge to wrap your arms around his neck and crawl into his broad shoulders, but you couldn’t. The two of you weren’t close at all, you hugging him would probably make him feel weird but the emptiness in his eyes only hurt you more.

You just wanted something inside his eyes. You missed seeing the look in his eyes whenever he was a dick to you, the brightness whenever he smile. You missed when they looked clear and light, like the sky. Right now, they just looked like the black ocean during a hurricane.

Nervously, you lifted a hand from his chest and touched your palm to his cheek, the one that wasn’t bruised. Relief slowly filled you as you watched JJ slowly melt into your touch, a gentle heat filling his eyes and he slowly turned his head into your palm, breathing deeply.

A hand touched your waist, urging you a step closer. His eyes closed briefly, relishing in your touch before they opened and slowly took you in. He smiled, “You look really pretty, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered and your cheeks burned with heat, “thank you.”

A loud laugh, coming from somewhere back at the party, startled you. You dropped your hand, but his stayed on the curve of your hip. “I should get back,” you said softly, stepping back from him.

JJ breathed deeply, standing up and straightening his shoulders. He smiled softly, “any way I can see you tonight, after this?”

You really wanted to see him. Something about his eyes was just pulling you in and you didn’t know why. You bit your lip and reached out, fixing his vest and straightening his bow before sliding your hands over his vest. “Think you can be quiet enough to sneak in?” You said, fighting a smile.

JJ instantly smiled, it spread over his mouth and caused those pesky butterflies, except this time you wanted the butterflies to last until the end of time. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through your hair. “As it turns out, I love sneaking around.”

“Good,” you breathed, dropping your hands from his chest and stepping away. “Say 1:30?”

He smirked, watching you continue to step away. “Can’t wait, Y/N.”

Oh, my god.

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