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honeyhotteok · 8 months

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hii may i ask for a gun x reader fic, where we just utterly despite our delinquent gun as a normal student, yet he loves us? like, he never makes it obvious but we just hate him, his attitude, his behavior etc, since he always interfere in bloody stuff which we r scared of.. love ya<3

hi anon! thank u for sending in this ask!! tbh writing for gun is a struggle for me but i tried lol also hope u don't mind i went in a slightly different direction with your idea🥹🫶

strawberry milk & cigarettes (gun park x reader)

summary: gun meets gian high school's #1 student.

"Yamazaki Yuzuru, to the principal's office. Now."

The class erupts into hushed whispers about the summoned new kid - a delinquent rumored to be making his way throughout Japan in order to study different martial arts, a fighting prodigy of sorts.

Gun stands up and makes his way to the classroom door. A turn of his head paired with a cold glare shuts everyone up, leaving a few of your classmates shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Meanwhile, you're sat there tuning all of this out, head buried in your notebook. Devoting 100% of your concentration to rewriting your notes from the previous class.

Gun is on his way to walking past your desk, but stops in front of it when something catches his attention.

He looks down at your notebook, the pages inscribed with perfectly straight lines of neat handwriting coupled with color-coordinated evenly highlighted blocks. The layers of organization, the penmanship - it's impressive, really.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and notice an inked forearm in front of you peeking through the rolled up black sleeve of his gakuran jacket. Ugh. Great. Another disruptive thug attending this institution, another potential obstacle to your simple goal of pursuing an education.

You finally slowly raise your head to look up at him, unsure why this weirdo is staring at you.

"Can I help y-"

Gun smirks and turns around before your eyes even meet his, walking off before you can finish your sentence.

Leaving you appalled at his complete lack of manners, but with nothing to do but return to your meticulous notes task.

"Okay, everyone, pass your homework up to the front."

You turn to the seat behind you to take Gun's paper and you catch a glimpse of the bottom of his sleeve, still bloodied from the fight he just had before class. Your face scrunches up in disgust.

You glance down at his paper and the absolutely illegible chicken scratch scrawled onto it. You can't help but grimace. "What's wrong with your handwriting?"

"Why is it any of your business?"

You scoff at his reply. "Rude bastard," you mutter under your breath.

He leans forward in his seat, a strand of his slicked back black hair falling in front of his face. "What did you just say?"

You're not sure what it is - maybe it's the irritability from lack of sleep, or the academic stress you've been experiencing tenfold this week, or the fact that this new punk's mere existence in your space is starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it's all of the above.

You whip your head back around to face him. "I called you a rude bastard."

He gives you an unreadable stare. The class suddenly falls silent. Shit, maybe you said that a little bit louder than you had intended.

You turn back around in your seat and pass the stack of papers up, both annoyance and embarrassment coursing through you.

Gun's lips curl into an amused smile at the first words anyone at this school has dared utter to his face while looking him in the eye.

You walk over to the vending machine down the hall during break time, already fishing for your wallet in anticipation.

Your friend catches up to you and nudges you with her elbow.

"What was that?! You just insulted an actual member of the Yamazaki family!" She says in a hushed voice.

You stare blankly at your friend. "The who?"

"Yamazaki family, of the Yakuza."

You pause. "Wait, he's an actual kid of a Yakuza family? I thought he was just a random pathetic teenage thug nobody..." you mumble. Huh. Maybe it would've served you to not have insulted someone with the ties to actually kill you and get away with it.

You glance at your watch with a wave of your hand. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna get my strawberry milk and go study."

You frown as your eyes settle on the empty spiral behind the vending machine window before you. "Aw, they're all out."

Your friend suggests you just buy one of the other drinks instead, but you sigh and tell her to forget it.

Gun, who totally hasn't been trailing a few steps behind you or anything, turns on his heel and beckons one of his new lackeys over.

He opens his mouth, then pauses. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."

...

Gun's eyes flit between the similar looking white and pink cans of Sangaria Strawberry Milk and Suntory Strawberry Milk sitting on the convenience store refrigerator shelf.

"Dammit, why are there so many strawberry milk brands," he mutters to himself.

He quickly snatches both of them and walks over to the register to pay.

He jogs across the street back to school. He tries to discreetly leave both cans on your desk before the rest of the class trickles back in as break time comes to an end.

You cautiously pick up one of the cans of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, glancing around the room. Uh, what the... Did someone leave these for you?

You lift and inspect the can. "Do you think this could be poisoned?"

Your friend rolls her eyes. "It's a sealed can. Maybe you just have a secret admirer," she says with a grin and nudge.

It's your turn to roll your eyes at her. You shrug and pop open the can. Your spirits instantly lift after your first sip of the creamy fruity beverage.

Gun watches from his desk with his cheek resting in his palm. A faint, extremely weird unfamiliar feeling beginning to stir in his chest.

Gun rests his arms on the railing of the upper section of the roof. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.

The door to the lower level of the roof swings open, and to his surprise, it's you walking in. You don't notice him since he remains out of your line of sight unless you look up.

It's been a long, long school day. After pulling another all-nighter studying last night, you're stressed out and sleep-deprived.

You know you should kick this bad habit, maybe after this exam season ends. Which is also what you told yourself last exam season, but whatever. You fumble your cardigan pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and begin to light one.

Gun raises his eyebrows then chuckles at the sight of Gian High School's perfect and pristine #1 student of all people smoking, and smoking on school grounds to top it off.

You whip your head around at the noise.

Gun immediately ducks his head under the wall thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes.

Nothing but a blank wall behind you. Huh. Maybe the sleep deprivation has you hearing shit now, too.

After enough moments pass, he slowly lifts his head and peeks over the ledge at the back of your silhouette.

He smiles and puts out his own cig, beginning to make his way back in through the stairway door. Your little secret safe with him.

#i truly cant believe i ended up writing 1k+ words for this bastard lmao sorry jakey ur still my king🥺#i was just gonna keep it a short thing but then i was like now i gotta set up this japanese high school au thing #i actually did kinda enjoy trying to construct a lil fanon gun though and analyzing his character a bit #anyway i hope my bs was a tiny bit kinda maybe worth the wait #gun park x reader #lookism x reader #gun park #lookism

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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I KNOW I KNOWWW I can make myself some Taehoon crumbs. BuT may I have some Taehoon crumbs.

🦝🦝🦝

More Taehoon crumbs? Here's literally a handful of random hc because our lovable menace has made an appearance in the latest chapter!

Seong Taehoon HC: Simping + being a dad

Taehoon keeps his simping low-key, but he absolutely does simp over you. He surprises you by taking a lot of candid pictures of you, often when you are pulling the most unflattering faces. He pokes fun, laughing at how weird it turns out or the expressions you pull.

Yet when he's in one of his moods or just needs a pick-me-up, he flicks through the album with a smile.

He can't even bring himself to cringe at his simping ways because seeing your face, no matter how unphotogenic, cheers him up.

If you're a NewTuber? He would definitely watch and re-watch your videos. Subscribed and has his notifications on. Especially if he wants a little white noise in the background, or if he unfortunately experiences a bout of insomnia again - well. Might as well put one of your videos on and have your voice wash over him.

Taehoon can also come across as quite chivalrous, defending your honour when he hears or sees someone disrespecting you.

Actually no. It turns out the chivalry was just a bonus. He just wanted to beat someone up. This is the perfect excuse AND you can't even moan at him for his violent acts because he was standing up for you. Win-win.

Karma has a way of balancing things out, and Taehoon reaps what he sows when he becomes a dad.

Worst of all, is he will have a daughter - who is absolutely a daddy's girl and he can never say no to. She grows up to be a little menace just like him.

Taking after his looks too with a steady line of guys vying for her attention. Taehoon is constantly on edge thinking she will come home one day and say she's pregnant.

Despite that, he's surprisingly lax with his kids dating. This guy has mellowed out the older he gets and still retains much of his 'Live However You Want' stance. He remembers being a teenager too. If he says no to dating, then it's still going to happen... just behind his back.

Unfortunately for him (and you), she inherits his bitchy attitude. Gives him as much of a headache as he gave Hansu. Actually scratch that, far far worse. As a result, Taehoon visits his dad, kowtow-ing and begging for forgiveness for his delinquent years.

It may come as a surprise, but you would have to be the disciplarian in the household. Taehoon might shout and might ground her, but as soon as she comes to him with puppy eyes and "Daaaaaad~🥺", no matter how mad he was, he would absolutely give in.

#taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #seong taehun #taehun x reader #seong taehoon #seong taehun x reader #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon seong x reader #how to fight x reader #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #how to fight headcanons #viral hit headcanons #viral hit manhwa #viral hit webtoon #viral hit x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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purerae · 4 months

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— ROOM 42

CHAPTER TWO;; DETENTION

ROOM 42 MASTERLIST

SYPNOSIS ;; Y/N, surprisingly, in detention for missed homework, teams up with the school's delinquent to investigate a mysterious door. Unable too explore further, Y/N and her friends devise a plan to sneak into the classroom after school and explore the hidden space. Their curiosity leads to a sinister game of secrets and betrayal. As they and their friends go deeper, the consequences grow. How far will they go to hide their sins? How far will they go... for her? (click on master list for more details)

(keep reading for chapter two.)

AUTHORS POV Y/N hurriedly made her way to the front of the classroom, taking a seat and pretending as if she hadn't noticed Zion at all. Fidgeting with her backpack, she pulls out a book and a piece of gum, hoping to distract herself. As she scrolled through her playlists to listen to music, an uneasy feeling lingered amongst her. The poor girl prayed that the threatening delinquent wouldn't approach or look her way.

Several minutes drifted by, leaving Zion with a growing sense of boredom from vandalising the books. He had thoroughly ruined six of them, covering each one with ink; making them illegible with crumpled pages and scribbles covering the text. No one could read a word from any of the books even if they tried their hardest. Heaving out a big sigh, he looks around the classroom before deciding to turn his attention to the girl nearby. She seemed to be in the same year as him, though he didn't recognise her at all. The red eyed male sat on a seat to her right, she was too engrossed in her book and music to realise how close he was. It was some ‘stupid’ sci-fi book that was too nerdy for Zion to bother glimpsing at. He took advantage of her deep focus and used it as an opportunity to study her features. Her hair ,a shade of H/C that complemented well with her E/C eyes. Her eyes fluttered ever so slowly as she continued to flick her book to the next page. She had a bit of makeup on -- concealer to hide her blemishes with a bit of blush and bronzer infusing her cheeks. Her eyelashes were slightly longer due to the mascara she had put on in the morning. “Uhm, would you… like a piece of gum or something?” Y/N’s question interrupted Zion’s intense observation, catching him off guard. ‘What does he want from me..??’ the flustered girl thought, her impression of Zion was rapidly decreasing as every time he did anything around her, the situation got weirder and weirder. “Huh?!” He looks up to her face and notices her confused eyes bore into his narrowed ones. Startled by her direct address, Zion jumps slightly as he moves back, shaking his head while crossing his arm. Attempting to feign casualness, he quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and pretended to scroll through it. Y/N flinches at his yelp as she attempts to converse with the male despite him ‘busily’ scrolling through his phone. “I said, do you need anything?” Y/N muttered, avoiding eye contact with the male. “You have been staring at my face for a while..” She finished, becoming slightly insecure thinking that there was a stain on her face or clothes. "I wasn't staring, I literally looked at you for a split second," Zion retorted with a scoff, trying to save his image, though the girl's observant nature had caught him off guard. Of course, Y/N didn't believe that for a second, but irritated by his attitude, she didn't say anything in retaliation but just nodded and went back to reading her book.

However, Zion’s irritation grew with the presence of this unknown girl, an uncommon feeling for him considering his general dislike for most people at school. But he wanted to know the reason why her presence pissed him off this much. He couldn't shake the feeling that he must know her from somewhere to contain such intense dislikement. After another minute of agonising silence and the girl who flicked another page whilst music leaked out of her earphones. His very little patience broke. “Oi, have I seen you anywhere?” The red haired male blurted out loudly, disrupting the quiet atmosphere Y/N wished to have.

Y/N sighed inwardly, wishing this detention would just end already. Oh, how she wished she could’ve just handed in her assignments to avoid being even in the same room as Zion Fellows. She knew that her friend Eliza despised Zion and had an annoying habit of ratting him out on everything he did. Skipping a lesson? Reported. Talking back to a teacher? Reported. Smoking at the back of the school? Reported. Eliza was the reason why Zion always ended up in detention. Though Y/N would never admit this to the girl's face, she really hated Eliza's slight saviour complex where she acted like a mini teacher with everyone and everything, but especially targeting Zion. She hated when Eliza did this but what can she do? It's not her life anyways. The best thing that Y/N could do was attempting to avoid the head delinquent at all costs just in case he tries to pay Eliza back and target one of her friends… but circumstances led her to this room -- with him. All alone. She had to think of a fast excuse in order for Zion to leave her alone. “No! We haven't seen each other anywhere at all… who even are you?” Y/N spoke quickly but winced, regretting her wording. ‘How is he going to believe that, he's the Zion fellows, the student who basically runs the school!.”

Zion immediately knew this was a lie. He was quite in fact the most infamous person in school. The only people who may not know him would be the students who enrolled into the school later on. But even then, he would make sure they remember his name. The girl sitting obviously was not new, as the logo on her skirt was worn out, and she wasn't even wearing the school uniform properly. The red-haired male made sure everyone was intimidated by him. How would she not know who he was? He raises an eyebrow as he turns his chair to directly face hers, sitting backwards from the seat. “Alright, then what's your name?” he grunted. “...Tracy” He let out a short laugh. “No it isn’t.” “Yes it is?” Y/N rolled her eyes, how would he know what her name is and isn't. This guy was quickly starting to get on his nerves. Now she's beginning to realise why Eliza dislikes him so much. A moment of silence passes by as Zion continues to inspect her face with a scrunched up expression before his eyes widen. He gasps as he realises that he recognises her from the time Eliza and him were arguing in the lunch hall, and she was sitting at the girls table. He dramatically gets up from his seat as he points a finger at her. She freezes at his movements as she slowly turns towards him. “Wait I know you, You’re that bitches friend!” Zion shouted, his voice bouncing around the whole class room. Y/N curses to herself as she quickly shifts against her seat, trying to think of what to say so this wouldn't be her last day on earth. “There are literally so many annoying people in this school, who are you talking about?” She said with panic laced in her voice.

A/N ;; Last time I updated this story was in July LOL purerae<3

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rdbrainz · 8 months

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Hi there! If you're still accepting Bleach requests, may I see your headcannons based on the Bleach Jet art of the Espadas and Quincies in delinquent school uniforms (specifically Grimmjow, Nnoitra, and Bazz-B)? That official art just gave me major brain worms, and I really like your art and headcannons >.< Also, do you happen to have a Ko-fi/patreon to send donations to?

ACTUALLY funny enough I've been thinking about this art a lot myself lmao so I do have some headcanons! as for my ko-fi or patreon.. like I said before transferring money out of them is impossible where I am right now but I made a boosty acc (I'll link it in my bio)

First I wanna add that I just can't see Stark as a high schooler x). He has the vibe of a teacher who somehow ended up with the worst classes in school despite his formidable reputation. Though maybe he was a delinquent himself in the past so he knows how to deal with these little shits. He also has a soft spot for them so as strict as this man can be he cuts them a lot of slack. Like for example I'm sure Nnoitra would smoke in this AU so I think the first day Stark started working with them they met on the rooftop on the lunch break while Gilga was smoking and instead of scolding him Stark just asked for a cig. Nnoitra almost shit himself. I'm also sure he would ask his class to look after his daughter Lilynette so she won't get into any trouble with that attitude of hers. She's probably in middle school or a couple of years younger than them so yeah... the lil sis of the group...

Despite the differences and constant bickering Nnoitra and Grimmjow are basically attached at the hip. I can see them being childhood frenemies actually. Ulquiorra and Szayel are also somewhere in their orbit of course but these two are the worst duo to stumble upon. Very notorious

Ulquiorra is obviously the class president given the armband. He tries his best to mediate the conflicts between his classmates or make them behave better but it's all in vain. Mostly. Some days he's just not in the mood to be responsible and reasonable when dealing with all the bullshit. When trying to bring delinquents to reason you have to be either very respected among them or more fierce than them and Ulquiorra certainly lacks the authority because of his character and swaglessness. He's very scary when mad however. Everybody knows this by now but they just keep trying their fate. Like I'm telling you once he unbuttons his gakuran it's so fucking over

Unlike Grimmjow Nnoitra is actually bothered with his grades enough to try and work for them and/or study (not all the time of course what do you think he's a loser or something?) It includes scaring people into doing his homework, snatching papers out of Ulquiorra's hands right before the class starts (he's used to it so he carries around two sets of hw) or if he REALLY needs to pass an exam he goes to Szayel, the class smartass. The latter is literally equivalent to dying and going through hell to him because he has to abandon all his pride. If you have a shit ton of money you always can try and ask Szayel to help you. Sure. A little bit of humiliation and you actually know the subject. However when it comes to Nnoitra the freak won't let him breathe because: 1) he doesn't need his money, Nnoitra has plenty and it's already stolen anyway so what's the fun? 2) asking a fellow delinquent you have a beef with for help has different means of payment 3) he just really wants to fuck with this guy's head since he thinks Nnoitra is a curious fella. Gilga is well aware of all of this and he's well aware that Szayel will make him polish his boots with his tongue before even considering helping him with acquiring the forbidden chemistry knowledge. So he has to really work for it whether it's a fistfight or running errands for Szayelaporro. It's a good thing Grantz stays true to his word

Grimmjow has a well-accessorized uniform thanks to Nnoitra but his casual clothing is hilariously uncool. I'm convinced this guy has zero taste both in clothing and prints/patterns because he couldn't care less about what other people think is considered fashionable when all he needs personally is functionality and comfort. He knows how to rock a good hairstyle though but if he wants to wear flip-flops outside then so be it

Nnoitra spends all the money he gets on new accessories and CDs (and maybe sometimes porno magazines) for which he constantly gets picked on. If it's someone not from his immediate friend circle then it's not even worth thinking about - left, right, goodnight. As if he's gonna let anyone get too fucking cheeky with him. He's infamous for being called slurs and then bashing the person's head in for this every week because he wears heels and had to endure children being mean to him because of his eye in kindergarten and primary school so it's no big deal really. But if it's Grimmjow then it's a fucking word battle to death he just can't let it slide. Jaegerjaquez really thinks Nnoitra is gonna get strangled by one of his necklaces one of those days but whatever. It's up to him. His music taste however... Now that's something they quarrel about all the time. "I mean I'm not saying anything! Sure you can buy new TOOL CDs all you want.. cough cough... fucking loser.. cough"

Bazz-B was hell-bent on making friends with Grimmjow because he genuinely thinks this guy is awesome. Look at his laid-back attitude and vicious ways! His blue hair, his style! Ohhh, to be like him!!! Jaegerjaquez on the other hand was not very impressed with how annoying Bazz could get with his neverending attempts of talking to him. Too energetic and loud for his liking. He already has Nnoitra and his big fat mouth he constantly runs all he wants so another talkative guy next to him would be too much for his everyday life. He would literally tell him to fuck off and threaten him with a beating of his life but unfortunately it got Bazz even more fired up. Damn weirdo. And a major pain in the ass. They did find a common ground in the end though and it's... A motorcycle that Bazz owns. Bazzard suggested they could take a ride together as a last resort and it was all it took to buy Grimm. Imagine the most excited person you've ever met and they still won't be as excited as Grimmjow was at that moment. Instant fucking boner! "Dibs on driving though" "Deal!" Grimmjow was surprised to reveal that Bazz-B is actually fun to be around and not as annoying as he initially thought he was. Nnoitra made a joke about them having a date the next day though

I think here Bazz-B suffers the same fate as Sakuragi Hanamichi in the beginning of Slam Dunk which is constantly trying to get girls on a date but being brutally rejected each time lmao 😭It's not like he is a bad-looking guy no it's actually the opposite but his personality and hot-headedness are too much to bear for girls he's going after

Askin is a great negotiator and he knows his way around with words but other than that he sucks. He's not a bad guy, just chronically fucking uncool and has to hide behind other people's backs because of mediocre fighting abilities. He also gets in all kinds of stupid situations because he just can't keep his thoughts to himself sometimes which is a bad asset to his cheesiness

Äs Nödt is also not very good at fighting but he's more useful than Askin lol. A smartass and a menace who is talented at collecting data and black-mail on people by eavesdropping and other means. He's the one who proposes the most out-of-pocket ways of taking revenge on other gangs or teaching someone a lesson so you better be careful with him

I hope I'll make more art of this later cuz I'm a bit burnt out rn

#bleach #nnoitra gilga #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ulquiorra cifer #szayelaporro granz #bazz b #bazz-b #askin nakk le vaar #as nodt

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cyb-rdva · 7 months

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Hiiii! how are you? I love the headcanons you make of Karma and I wanted to request for something. I have in mind a Karma x Shinobu reader type? I feel like it would be kind of funny to see telling about Shinobu's personality, you know? She can be calm but she's really someone who keeps her anger behind a smile-

You can use any kind of pronouns and if you don't feel comfortable with this one you can ignore it^^- have a nice day!

HII, thanks for requesting!(Now that I've thought about it, Shinobu would kinda get along well considering how they both act towards Giyuu/Terasaka)

Karma x Shinobu! Reader

Karma with a reader who acts like shinobu🦋

(Might not be able to get shinobu's personality right, I haven't watched kny/demon slayer in so long)

With how calm and composed you are during extreme situations, he finds himself shivering looking at your expressions or simply hearing your remarks about the situation.

He finds you disturbing, ironic isn't it?

How can you be so calm and tranquil every single second?

Though it doesn't take long to sense the well-hidden anger behind your facade of a smile.

He finds it interesting when you finally show your true colors.

You two could probably team up on picking on both Korosensei or Terasaka (probably irina too)

Karma enjoys watching you assassinate korosensei in the most half (if not to the fullest) sadistic way.

Back then during 2nd year, before he was suspended, he had been seeing you all 'round the campus, gleaming with a smile, cheerful, outgoing attitude. He didn't get it, hence why he found you disturbing; he didn't get how you could be so happy despite saying the most nerve-wracking statement to someone.

He also somewhat find it endearing too, if only he could find a way too interact with you (totally to not have you team up with him to go pick on delinquents).

When he finally does manage to interact with you, it doesn't take long to sense something was wrong with you, not to judge or anything, he just thinks you're odd.

After a few months, he does finally see that blazing anger you have against (the person you hate most)/The principal.

(Mid writing this, I realized kaede kayano is so similar to shinobu Holy f🦋🦋k)

Despite that, he doesn't mind how you truly are, he's just as sadistic and broken as you are anyways.

— I hope you enjoyed reading this, if you did feel free to request a few more!

#akabane karma #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom #anime headcanons #assclass #headcanon #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #x reader #shinobu kocho #demon slayer #Shinobu!reader x Karma Akabane #request

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its-been-rose · 2 months

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HEADCANONS FOR SILLY RADIO MAN GAME

Henry

- calls his mom “Ma”

- Is selectively mute and only talks to his mother or others when there is no possible way to avoid it. Hates talking.

- Likes slasher horror films

- the mamas boy to end all mama’s boys, would basically only listen to his mother and no one else

- Got into crazy fights as a child because he would not take shit from anyone and had attitude issues, especially if the slight was against his mom

- Had a reputation in school for being a weird violent kid who never talks.

- Has like no friends

- Looks extremely similar to his mother and almost nothing like his father (despite Marie saying otherwise)

- Middle name is George (was going to be Theodor like his dad but Marie thought it was kinda lame lol)

Marie

- middle name is(was?) Reagan (exorcist reference)

- She dealt with hardships in life (difficulty making rent, Henry getting sick, etc.) by going on tirades about how everything wrong with her life is because of the people in GC and they all deserved to die. Blamed all of her problems (more or less rightfully so) on the people who wronged her

- Loved Henry to the bone but was too mentally ill to see she was destroying him and any chance he had at a future

- Ever since Whistling Night ‘68, she got terrible nightmares that would wake her up constantly

- Quite tall

- Secretly jacked, poured all the spiteful energy she could muster into learning how to kick ass

George

- sometimes had emotional regulation issues and outbursts of intense rage for example, when he lost a game (never directed at anyone, always just within himself or taken out on objects like a ball or a tree) which was taken out of context and used as evidence that he was a violent delinquent.

- In reality was extremely gentle and sweet and wouldn’t hurt anyone.

- Was kind of introverted and would take a long time to open up to other kids so people in his classes didn’t really know him that well despite him being involved in a lot of extracurriculars. Kept to himself (or with Jason and Marie)

- Blonde

Ricky

- is a redhead (auburn?) and has freckles

Max

- is a golden retriever

- Is a good boy

Leslie

- totally has a crush on Sara (is it unrequited? Do they get together? The world may never know!)

- Is Latina

Sara Martinez

- is also Latina (is this a headcanon if her name is literally Sara Martinez lol??)

The Stines

- Got married right out of high school (I swear we see a wedding invite in the game in the chuck puzzle and can’t recall for the life of me what year it says)

- Were high school sweethearts like George and Marie were

Eugene

- inherited his poor eyesight from his father

#killer frequency #marie campbell #henry barrow #headcanon

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ihonestlycanttellyou · 7 months

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DoL PC: Onyx the Depraved

My main save and menace to society playthrough! >:]

Cut because it got longer than expected. :p

General

Defiant, Vengeful Sadist, Drooling Masochist, Notorious Slut/Whore/Show-off/Scrapper, and Considered a terror; despite all this, still kinda liked in town.

Would be a Notorious Allfather too but the feature's not really there. :p

Beautiful, Lustful, and Asphyxiophilia traits.

Literally thrives on sick depravity, it's his favorite food.

Lives at Bailey's orphanage but never pays him, prefers to just stomp him and his goons once a week.

A bully at school but his looks and attitude make him very popular despite his more... unsavory actions.

Sending Leighton to the pillory is his favorite past time.

Celebrity chef, Bartender, Adult Shop Attendant, Model, and Brothel Star.

Got a parasite once and was never the same. Now a father of many many many slimes.

Was always an incubus but gained the Cow TF at the farm.

Escaped Remy's secret farm after becoming the farmer's prized cattle. At first, he hated his forced hybrid nature but he loves what being made into a bullboy did to his body; he's super buff and produces milk now. Score!

Escaped prison but lowkey misses pushing the other inmates and even the guards around.

His "types": older men, rich women, brats, and horrific otherworldly beings.

Somehow remembers the names of each of his slimes but not his human children.

Relationships

(Love Interests)

He, Robin, and Corrupt Sydney are bestfriends! :]

Knows about Kylar's obsession and bullies him for it, would probably only gain interest after learning about Kylar's "daddy issues". *

Fucks around with Whitney. Onyx likes the three F's: fighting, fucking, and funds; Whitney provides all three.

At first, he started working for Alex purely to spite Remy but started to genuinely like the guy as a friend.

Thinks Avery is a huge brat, wants to collar and fuck him until he stops whining about his weak standing among the other rich bastards in town. He does like getting $2K just for looking good though so he'll keep Avery around.

Has never met the You are being Hunted trio, so no opinion on Eden, Black Wolf, or Great Hawk.

*He'd love the depravity and really play into it.

(People of Interest)

Hates Bailey but would totally hit it at any given chance.

Has an oddly deep respect for Briar despite her literally being diet Bailey, not even he knows why.

Protects Darryl when working as a Bartender in her club but is mostly indifferent to her.

Absolutely fucking terrified of Harper, that dude literally altered his brain chemistry for one and then tried to take him back to the farm after he escaped.

Indifferent towards Laundry and Mickey but appreciates their business.

Oh boy, where to start with Leighton. Well- [CENSORED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]

Only knows Niki from the studio, likes them by not by much. If he knew they worked on the farm, he'd flip.

Would charge at and trample Remy since he likes bulls so much, it'd be cathartic for Onyx despite him seemingly enjoying being a bullboy.

Credits Sam for his success as a celebrity pastry chef, still mostly indifferent towards her.

First met Wren in prison and thought he was cool, thought he was awesome when he actually went through with sabotaging Remy during Blackjack. All that admiration flew out the window when he had to suck off all of Wren's friends for his clothes back. >:/

Loves Sirris as a teacher and boss, lowkey wants to make another "sex-ed" video with him.

FUCKING HATES MS. RIVER, He is a complete delinquent so she targets him a bit. He thinks it's funny when she passes out from his antics with Whitney though.

Wants Doren biblically, even more so if she's actually a werewolf like the rumors say.

Hates Mr. Winter, bastard left him in that stupid pillory like five times. Intrigued by his interests in medieval punishment though.

Thinks Mason is kinda hot, not his type.

Never met the others.

Lookbook :D

Everyday Look x3, School, Swimming, Formal, Athletic, Sleep, and finally the Brothel fit, babeyyy!

His tattoos: a horned skull on his chest, "Paradise" beneath his pierced bellybutton with an arrow pointing downstairs (okay fine, it's canonically Size Queen but let! me! have! this!), and ofc a cattle brand on his left asscheek.

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nokacchan · 2 years

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❥・Be Your Bad Boy ・❥

𓆩♡𓆪 ✧ Nishimura Riki (Niki) x Fem!reader ✧

genre : fluff

warning : mention of harassment , fights

Summary : Niki is well known in school for his delinquent attitude. During gym class, a near deadly accident would have occurred if Niki wasn't there to stop the ball from hitting you on the head. What happens when your perception of the bad boy changes? How would your friendship blossom from just a mere mishap?

**Design Class = a class where you make your own product as part of your extracurricular activity.

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You were too engrossed in the conversation with your friends. You guys sat at the bench while waiting for the first team to finish their baseball match. Suddenly your conversation was cutted off when your friend pointed over to the person who was about to bat next.

It was Niki. You wouldn't really consider him your friend despite being in the same class for 3 years. You two talked to each other sometimes and even argued during your design class since Niki was your seatmate (according to him lol cause there was never a sitting plan) but the majority of the time, Niki was nowhere to be seen in class unless it's gym class. Typical delinquent behavior.

"I bet he can complete a home run before they even manage to catch the ball", your friend chuckled. You shook your head before letting out a sigh. What did you know? She wasn't wrong. After seeing Niki's turn finish, you stood up, and told your friend that you were going to refill your water bottle. She only gave you a thumbs up while her eyes were glued to the boys in the field.

The gate of the field was quite far away. You were looking down as you watched your step on the muddy field. Moments later, you heard your name being yelled out. Before you could even process anything, you saw the ball flying towards you. You immediately shut your eyes tightly. Waiting for the impact but it never came. You heard someone hissed in pain. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw Niki in front of you with the baseball in his hand. He caught it!?

'It must have hurt', you thought as you noticed he caught it without his gloves on.

"You alright?" He asked. You nodded your head before thanking him profusely. Telling him that you would do anything to pay him back. He only chuckled before rejecting your offer. He threw the ball back to the boys in the field before excusing himself to the nurse's office.

You and him walked side by side out of the field silently. "So did it hurt?" "Hm?". You pointed to his right hand. "Oh not really, it just feels a bit sore". You nodded your head before looking ahead. "Probably won't be able to attend Design class today since I can't functionally use my right hand as for now". "Oh" , you unconsciously pouted. Niki chuckled. "I mean I could accompany you if you want, since you'll be by yourself", he suggested. "So what? you can annoy me?", you spoke sarcastically. He turned to look at you with a playful grin on his face. "Maybe".

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"Oh? You're going to class with Niki?" You nodded your head. One of your friends grinned at you, making you knock her in the head. "Don't overthink you idiot", you told her.

You waved goodbye to your two friends before you walked towards the other direction where Niki stood outside the classroom.

"Riki", you called him. He looked away from his phone. After realizing it was you who called him, he waved with his phone in his hand. The two of you walked towards the art studio. You noticed that his right hand was banaged.

'It must hurt more than what he said', you thought, unconsciously touching his right hand. He looked at you in surprise. "Hm? Did you want to hold my hand?", he asked while shamelessly smirking at you. Before you could even say no, he had already moved to the other side and held your right hand with his uninjured hand. You felt your cheek heating up. How could he be so chill?

You two made it to the art studio. He pulled you behind him, dragging you to your usual table. There were already a few students there, working on their individual projects. You overheard whispers from some of them and saw some even eyeing yours and Niki intertwined hands. It made you feel uncomfortable with people looking at you with judging eyes.

Before you could pull away, you two had already caught the eye of your teacher in charge. "Oh Niki? Mr Kim told me to excuse you from this week's design class. What are you doing here and…why are you holding y/n's hand?", Mdm Jeon pointed to your intertwined hands.

You quickly let go of Niki's hand before sitting down at your seat. Niki followed along before replying to Mdm Jeon. "I'm here to accompany y/n but I think I can complete my digital art on my iPad. My hand doesn't hurt that bad". Mdm Jeon eyed him before shrugging her shoulders. "Suit yourself then and y/n make sure Niki stays away from the machinery". You nodded your head before grabbing your clay mould from the drying rack.

You were so focused on your project that you didn't notice Niki's friends who had gone past your table. They were teasing Niki before patting his shoulder and walking to their table. One particular comment stuck in his head.

"I bet you like her, you're just in denial~"

'Do I like her?', he was lost in his thoughts while looking at your focusly painting. You and him weren't really close, heck he doesn't even know when your birthday is either. When you looked at him, he immediately looked away. It made you chuckle before continuing painting. "Riki, what are you thinking?", you said. He pouted before responding back. "Nothing…do you want to go get snacks from the vending machine?", he asked, trying to change the topic. You nodded your head before standing up from your seat. Niki grabbed his wallet and excused himself and you from the class. Mdm Jeon only told him to hurry up and not loitering around the hallway.

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You both snacked on the snacks you guys brought from the vending machine on the way back to the studio. Suddenly Niki thought of something. "I just realized that we never really hang out as classmates or even friends if you considered me as one for the past 3 years", he pointed out. You raised your eyebrow. "You would have been my friend, if you didn't constantly skip classes any time you want and actually do your homework", you scoffed jokily which made Niki elbowed you lightly. You stuck your tongue out before increasing your pace. "Oi Y/n! Don't leave me behind!" he yelled which caught the attention of the juniors who were sitting at the tables near the vending machine.

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After that day, you constantly found yourself together with Niki for almost the whole day for the past month. Some students even pointed out that Niki was attending class and so far hadn't been skipping them. The teachers were even surprised when he handed his completed homework on time. Your close friends teased you, saying that you were the reason why Niki suddenly became a good boy. You shook your head in denial but your cheeks were bright red which didn't justify your point. For every class you and Niki had together, you noticed that he sat beside you at the front instead of his usual seat at the back of the classroom. But damn, he'll be obstructing the view of your classmates behind you. When the teacher asked him to sit at the back instead, he refused, saying that he couldn't see the board. (Even though everyone knows his vision 20/20). So they were forced to move to the other side to be able to see the board.

During break time, Niki would play basketball with his friends before joining you at the cafeteria. You would always buy him food for him to eat, to the point, he gave you his meal card so that you didn't have to use your own meal card to buy him food. He was thankful that you thought of him whenever he decides to go play basketball instead of eating during break time. His friends sometimes teased you when they see Niki and you sitting together in the cafeteria. Soon enough, everyone's perception of Niki changed. Now, they see Niki as a boy who's trying to put in effort in his studies (though he was still rebellious from time to time).

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You made your way to the art studio after telling Niki that you wanted to finish up your project. It was past half an hour when you suddenly heard commotion below the art block, followed by the voice of a teacher and some male voices yelling. One in particular stood out, making your way down to the ground level. You were met with a crowd. Making your way to the front, you saw Niki and Izu, a classmate of yours that was known to make sexual remarks about the female students in your school. Niki threw a punch across Izu's face, making you gasp in surprise. The teacher immediately pulled Niki away. Niki clenched his fist as he yelled at Izu who was already on the ground. "You keep y/n's name out of your mouth. If I ever heard you harassing or even make sexual remarks about any other girls in our school, I won't hesitate to beat you to death. You're disgusting and pathetic".

"Riki…", you called him. He turned to look at you before removing the teacher's grip on him. Walking towards you. You could see how angry he was, as he grinded his teeth. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with him. You tried to tell him to slow down and explain what had happened but he didn't listen. Soon you found yourself in an empty classroom. He let go of your hand before sitting down on the chair. He shut his eyes and let out a sigh. You noticed a cut that was bleeding, quickly walking over to the teachers table to grab some tissues.

"That bastard called you a slut and said that you were my plaything. I mean who wouldn't be mad if their crush is being called— OUCH!" He glared at you, who was cleaning his wound on his cheek. You mumbled out an apology before playing with his hair. Niki let out a sigh again before wrapping his arm around your waist while pulling you to stand between his legs. "You…you like me?", you spoke softly. He looked you in the eye before nodding his head. "It's alright if you don't feel—" "I like you too…", you interrupted him. The corner of his lips tug upwards as he leaned his head on your body. "Eh~ where's the bad boy Niki now?" you raised your eyebrow while teasing him. He leaned back on the chair and looked at you with a playful smirk on his face. "He's still here but only for you to see".

"I'm your bad boy and you're mine."

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#nokacchan #Niki #riki #Enhypen #enha #Enhypen x reader #Enhypen x you #Enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #enha niki #niki x you #niki x reader #niki x y/n #nishimura riki x you #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki x y/n #Enhypen imagines

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months

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Hiii!! Can i request a fic where student!reader is taller than marilyn (she’s only like 5’1 haha) and she just teases marilyn for being short despite her being older than the reader. I don’t really have a plot but itd just be cute and fluffy. Thank you!!

Yesss, here it is!!! I hope you like it, even it's a bit short!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!

The shorter, the better

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1,761

Summary: You love being taller than her, and you fin it so funny sometimes…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You were sitting at the library, preparing for your literature test. You hadn't slept well for several nights and all you did was yawn. Probably if you didn't spend your nights making out with your botany teacher, you wouldn't have any trouble sleeping.

It was something improvised, that no one could see it coming. Little by little, that trust you had with Marilyn Thornhill turned into something more than a friendship. You never asked why, or if she felt comfortable kissing a student. Certainly you didn't care much if it seemed good or bad to her, the point is that those shy encounters in the corridors, in the conservatory or in her room didn't stop.

You didn't even know if you were girlfriends, lovers or friends. You didn't know and you didn't want to know. As long as Marilyn didn't say anything about it, you could imagine whatever you wanted, and that was really, really funny.

You were almost the only person in the library. There was no people around you and that made you even more bored.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs distracted you from your "funny poetry study" and you looked up the stairs curiously. Your salvation slowly descended. Marilyn.

She looked around her and smiled as she spotted you, approaching you.

“Good afternoon,” she said, sitting next to you. You looked at her with a frown.

“Good afternoon?” You asked, joking. She sighed and nodded.

“You never know who might be listening behind the shelves,” she whispered to you, with a mysterious tone, as she took a stack of papers out of her bag.

“ You paranoid, ahem,” you said between coughs, dissimulating. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

Of course she was paranoid. She felt like a delinquent, loving a student, kissing her, biting her neck at night and whenever possible. You didn't understand that shy and reserved attitude she had with you during the day, but it was worth having a little patience. The nights were wild and full of passion.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pulling out a pen as well. You snorted and pointed to the huge literature book you had on the table.

“To die terribly of boredom,” you whispered in a very low voice, seeing that the librarian was walking near you.

“You are very exaggerated,” she whispered in your ear. Your hair stood on end when you noticed her breath. She always got those reactions.

“Exaggerated? Try to study all of this stuff without falling asleep, it's a challenge, I assure you,” you said, yawning again.

Silence returned to the library. She seemed to be marking tests, including yours. Your height allowed you to see well over her shoulders. Naturally when she realized it she put her arms on top of the paper.

“Don't look, that's cheating,” she told you, giving you a nudge. You smiled and shrugged.

“I deserve an A, you know that,” you joked, following the old librarian with your eyes, who imposed the particular dictatorship of silence without any mercy.

“You are very sure of yourself,” she whispered, winking at you.

You started playing with the pen, making funny faces at the redhead, bewildering her. She shook her head constantly, but she couldn't help but smile. There was a moment when Marilyn's hand reached under the table, grabbing yours and caressing it. You enjoyed those little clandestine gestures of affection. They made your heart beat too fast.

“Oh, my God,” She sighed, letting go of your hand and getting up.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“Wednesday Addams. She always goes beyond what I ask of her,” she grumbled. You laughed, you knew your classmate well and you knew that if she wasn't the best at everything, she wouldn't be able to breathe comfortably.

Marilyn went to a nearby bookshelf, looking for a book. You looked at her funny, wishing that what she was looking for was out of her reach. You smiled victoriously as she reached for her hand to reach for the top shelf, naturally to no avail.

You couldn't help a little laugh, which obviously caught the attention of the redhead, who looked at you with eyes of fire. You dodged that poisonous glare and pretended to read the boring book you were studying.

When you thought the danger had passed, you looked sideways once again at a desperate Marilyn, who was beginning to take small jumps to reach that desired book. You laughed again, now more shamelessly.

“Do you mind stopping…?” She said aloud, earning the librarian's menacing look.

“Shh!” The old woman said, then returning to the newspaper she was reading. Marilyn rolled her eyes and surely she was struggling not to say an expletive. She looked at you again.

“Would you mind to stop laughing and come to help me?” She said, now in an almost inaudible whisper. You blinked rapidly, smirking, and moved closer, looking at her curiously.

“What's the problem?” You asked in a mocking tone, with your hands behind your back.

She grunted and pointed to the top of the shelf.

“I need that book,” she told you, hissing. You frowned and shook your head.

“Which one?”

“The dark green one,” she told you, beginning to lose her patience.

“Oh, that one…, okay…” You said slowly, reaching out a little to grab it. The redhead sighed in relief and she extended her hand towards you.

“Great, give it to me.”

You went to do it, but at the last moment you pushed the book out of her reach, raising it above your head.

“What are you doing? Stop fooling around and give it to me now.”

“I'm giving it to you, just take it,” you continued to tease her, causing her to press her lips together and move her arm awkwardly, to no avail, of course. She gave up, understanding what your game was about.

“Okay, (Y/N), what do you want?” She whispered to you, hiding it as best she could. The old witch was watching you.

“I want to kiss you,” you whispered, keeping the book out of her reach all the time. She opened her eyes and looked everywhere. Always so cowardly, you loved her.

“It's not the time, nor the place,” she told you, dragging her words. You shrugged, smiling wickedly.

Marilyn snorted and looked around again.

“Come,” she told you, grabbing your free hand and taking you to a more secluded place. Once behind a dark hallway, she put her hands on her hips and leaned into you, standing on her toes. You closed your eyes and accidentally lowered your guard.

Before her lips brushed against yours, she reached out her hand, managing to snatch that book from you.

You looked at her annoyed and crossed your arms.

“That's not fair,” you said, indignant. She smiled victoriously.

“Says the same one who takes advantage of the fact that I'm short,” she told you, leafing through that manuscript on carnivorous plants.

“Oh, I'm not taking advantage… I was just having fun,” you said, sighing, leaning against the wall.

“Does my height amuse you?” She asked, pretending to have been offended.

“Well, a little,” you said, playing along. “You have to admit that it's funny that you're so short being… Well, being older than me.”

Marilyn's jaw dropped and she shook her head.

“Oh, now you say that I’m old, fantastic,” she said, almost growling.

You shook your head, afraid that she might have misinterpreted your words.

“Oh, no, no. I didn't mean that,” you said a little nervous, gesturing with your hands. “It is just that…”

Marilyn rose back onto her toes, her hand gently stroking your cheek. She kissed you before you could react, and that kiss melted you so much that you let yourself go, grabbing her waist and pulling her body against yours. When she pulled away from the kiss, she came off her tiptoes and hugged you, her head resting a little higher on your chest.

It seemed like you were making fun of her, but you weren't. You loved having her in your arms, like something fragile, like something that had to be protected. That's what you wanted, you wanted her to feel safe by your side. You were completely crazy about her, you couldn't hide it.

“Hey, Marilyn,” you whispered, stroking her hair. She looked up, smiling and resting her hand on your chest.

“I wasn't laughing at you, I promise,” you said, staring at her and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I know, honey,” she told you, with a reassuring voice. “I like being short, I like that you protect me with your hugs.”

“You're adorable,” you said, smiling warmly. She smiled and leaned up again to kiss you.

If you continued like this, you would lose control soon. A slightly uncomfortable tension was building and you didn't want to lose your mind and put it on a table to unleash your deepest desires. You came up with the best way to put out the fire that had been fanned inside you, the only way you could.

“Hey, what do you think if we stop doing these boring things and go to your room to…? Well, for you to show me that pretty book…” You whispered, bending down to her ear.

Obviously she hesitated at first, but it didn't take her two seconds to bite her lip and nod, going to the table to collect her stuff.

Making sure no one was looking at you, you walked down the corridor where the teachers lived until you reached her room. You really didn't expect her to accept your lewd proposal, it was a very unusual time. You didn't want to think about it anymore either.

Marilyn opened the door and rushed in next to you, closing it immediately after.

Her eyes sparkled with desire, just like yours. But you needed to do something first, something you always wanted to do.

“Wait, wait,” you said, stopping the passionate kisses that she was giving to you. She looked at you strangely, looking at the old clock that it was hung on the wall. Without giving her time to think, you took her in your arms, feeling powerful, a chivalrous lover.

“(Y/N)…” She said between laughs, while you took her to bed without any difficulty.

“I promise you it's not a joke. I always wanted to do this,” you said, leaving her lying on the bed and leaning on one of your arms.

“Great, you've made it, now I want you to always do it...”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot

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sugarandstars-x · 4 months

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go out with me! (lore and notes under cut)

Since I have an oc tag, I figured I should at least try to start posting them here. I’m more active on insta so I’m always forgetting! Anyway, here’s some info on the characters here. This comic is during high school for the two of them, but their main story (titled Fatal Attraction for now) takes place in their early 20s.

Sumiye Honda

A prodigal detective who solved the murder of her parents when young, leading to her being taken under and used by the police. Currently attends school, but is often absent thanks to her cases. Due to her notoriety and general untouchable air, she’s gathered a lot of rumors about her.

Dresses somewhat sloppily, never seen without her jacket worn improperly. Despite being one of the best students, she tends to look more like a delinquent.

The smartest person in the room and makes you know it. This attitude garners a lot of annoyance, and even more so when she’s completely right. Also charming enough to make you forget she’s kinda an asshole.

Doesn’t actually interact with anyone outside of Kaori, considering it a waste of time.

Took an interest in Kaori after noticing how talented she really was. Fell hard for Kaori after getting to know how sweet she is , but doesn’t understand why she doesn’t take advantage of any of her skills.

While Sumiye is actually involved with a rich girl overseas, they’re not dating at all. She just happens to be a high profile informant.

Kaori Minami

A regular high school student. Secretly something of a prodigy herself—having a gift for coding and technology—but keeps to herself. She’s tried to keep eyes off of her as much as possible, but now that Sumiye’s taken an interest in her, it’s been nearly impossible.

Emphasizes with Sumiye being talented and not really having a life outside of that, but doesn’t really understand why she’s the way she is towards others or why she’s okay with everything people say.

Also doesn’t understand why Sumiye’s so adamant about spending time with her, considering she failed to get Kaori to be her academic rival the first time they formally met

Demisexual, genuinely has not developed feelings for Sumiye at this point, but gets easily flustered by her advances. This is a mix of her being in denial about Sumiye flirting with her and her not knowing what to do with the concept of romance anyway. Sumiye’s just like that, right?

Also doesn’t really consider herself “worthy” of getting involved with someone like Sumiye. Not only does she not really want the attention, she figures the girl has better options outside their high school. Ex: the rumored rich girl overseas.

Anyway, they’re silly. It takes them years to actually get together. This is just the weird period where Sumiye is no longer interested in Kaori for her skills alone and is head over heels but Kaori has not realized what the hell is going on.

#how do i tag this #my art #💕 | fatal attraction #💕 | Sumiye Honda #💕 | kaori minami #sughairrsocs #wlw #wlw art #gl #original art #original character #comic art #original comic

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phoenix-manga · 1 year

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Friend Groups

The three trainers would obviously have their own friend groups (yes even Bede despite his prickly attitude). They get to know certain NRC students and form a close friendship with some of them.

Phoebe - Ace, Deuce, Cater, Azul, Kalim, Malleus

Ace - Their first meeting was off at the start, Ace thought it was funny that three magicless people were here in a school of magic. But of course he shut up after being taught a lesson.

Bede almost sent his Hatterene after him if it weren't for Phoebe being the mediator. He was stunned to see the fairy that could shred him to ribbons back off when the pie dragon blocked her way.

He owes her a lot after getting him and Deuce out of trouble with the chandelier incident too.

Ace admits that taming dragons are kinda cool though. But during the first meeting he only saw Appletun and not the rest so that's why he was teasing them at first.

He learned another lesson after getting his but whooped by a walking pie during sparring lessons.

Deuce - Total fanboy because he thinks Phoebe is someone straight out of an anime. A protagonist with super OP comrades that goes on an adventure for glory.

And he can't help but feel bashful because she tends to reason with him if he ever goes into delinquent mode. He should be the responsible one since he was older but... Phoebe is the mature one here.

Phoebe understands his desire to change from the past and will give him advice she thinks is good for the situation.

His mother probably sends letters if "big sister" Phoebe is doing well. He didn't realize from writing to his mom about Phoebe, she thought the girl was older.

Would she be surprised if Phoebe came to visit one day...

Cater - He reminds her so much of Raihan with his habit of taking selfies and his overly cheerful personality. But Phoebe suspects that Cater is hiding issues behind his easygoing grin.

Spending a lot of time around Raihan, Phoebe tends to slowly notice if something was off...

On the other hand, Cater thinks that Phoebe should be his little sister instead. She's much more understanding and not as pushy as his two sisters back home.

She always asks for his opinion when they hang out.

They're getting food? She asks if he wanted something specific. Going to watch a movie, asks what he prefers the most.

If he doesn't feel like talking, Phoebe just lets him know if he was called for something and doesn't try to pry.

So, he labels her as his NRC little sister. He would soon develop the same overprotectiveness over her much like Raihan.

Azul - Its surprising that those two would get along given how he scammed them out of the dorm.

Phoebe was pretty upset at what he did but after seeing he was actually doing this to cope with his trauma, she was willing to forgive him.

Though she had to stop Bede and Klara from turning him into calamari.

Their friendship is mainly her making business ventures with Azul regarding the madols needed for Ramshackle and their pokemon. Azul was willing to buy berries off their garden for a fair price.

Gradually, he starts to feel like a big brother to her. He worries if she has enough madol to last the week. Even checks up on her health under the guise of making sure his business partner didn't overwork themselves.

Always keeping punks away from her and his plans to make sure Crowley is doing his job.

Though the twins tease him about it while Azul denies such claims. he was simply looking out for his investments. Yeah right, you tell yourself that, Azul.

Kalim - It's no surprise that Phoebe would be friends with Kalim. Bede doesn't like him that much because he's like Hop while Klara thinks he's much to cheerful for her to tolerate for more than an hour.

Phoebe liked Kalim though, he was a nice change from the rather... egocentric students in this academy. Though she wondered how he got accepted here when he's such a nice guy.

And how has he never gotten picked on? His reputation I guess was a shield.

Kalim loves to hear more about Pokemon from Phoebe. He finds them fascinating and the fact that a magicless human can get near such fearsome beasts was something out of a hero's tale.

Phoebe would sometimes invite Kalim over to hang out and she'd grin when Kalim was on the floor trying to coax Appletun to eat some fruit slices.

A part of Kalim slightly envies Phoebe and the other trainers. They get to travel around and go on adventures, learn all they can about the world on their own merit.

He was always pampered and never knew about the rough life of the outside world. Maybe someday he'd be just like them.

Malleus - Out of all the trainers in the trio, he likes Phoebe the most. Sure the boy with fairies was rather intriguing and the lady who walks among creatures with potent poison was quite a surprise, Phoebe was the child with the dragons.

He expected her to be someone who had a powerful image but he sees this sweet little girl who is pampering powerful creatures. It's not a bad thing though... especially when Dratini and Appletun was so affectionate towards him.

Malleus has emotionally adopted Phoebe as his child of dragon. Somewhere in the universe, Raihan feels a chill down his spine.

Bede - Trey, Epel, Vil, Riddle, Leona

Trey - He was the mediator between Riddle and Bede during the first few meetings. Trey was almost stunned because it felt like he was looking over two Riddles.

The image of a white rose and red rose bickering was sureal indeed.

But it turns out that the two of them also enjoyed tea time, though Riddle preferred cakes while Bede preferred sandwiches and scones.

As a big brother, Trey can see how Bede feels down but doesn't want to show others he is weak. He is just like Riddle.

Honestly, Bede probably never had older siblings to look up to. Chairman Rose barely paid him any attention while Opal was the first one to give him proper guidance.

But somewhere in him he also wants to mingle with those close to his age. He couldn't do all that before due to him being a bit of a brat.

Trey may be plain to some but Bede thinks he's a reliable figure that can show him how to better himself.

Epel - Epel admires Bede because despite looking like a doll, he has such a strong personality and his familiars are deceptively strong.

He thought Bede was a dainty boy at first with his ribbon cat and the elegant unicorn, the only one that even looks dangerous was the small one with a large venus flytrap mouth.

But boy was he proven wrong when he saw the cute familiars deck someone for insulting Bede.

Needless to say, Epel wants to be like Bede, someone strong despite his image. He is slightly consious that his muscles haven't shown up and his puberty hasn't hit him yet.

Bede thinks Epel puts him on a pedestal too much.

Was this how he acted before he was abadoned by Chairman Rose?

Vil - Bede was probably scouted by Vil because of his beautiful familiars and the way he carries himself like a noble prince. Thank Opal for those lessons.

Vil is intrigued by the familiars he has, especially the unicorn. Twisted Wonderland deems them too cautious to approach humans but here's one in front of him.

And one with such a glorious mane too!

He sees Bede is confident in his image and isn't afraid of breaking gender stereotypes. Someone said pink isn't a boy color? Bede says otherwise as he sends Hatterene towards whoever said that.

Bede sees Vil like a younger version of Opal, they were rather strict. He shudders after he remembered the training she gave him at first.

And though he was more used to Vil's sterness due to Opal, there are times he has gotten the two mixed up from how similar they act.

Riddle - The two of them didn't get along at first. Bede thought that Riddle's strictness was stupid and unecessary. He saw his past self in Riddle, he was selfish and prideful which made him left with no friends.

Riddle on the other hand thought Bede was a pompous brat who doesn't know about keeping to the rules.

These two butt heads a lot and other students thought they mirror each other with how similar they are to an extent. The two who hear such comment deny so with every fiber of their being.

After the overblot, Riddle could probably understand now why Bede thought his attitude was terrible. He was in a similar situation as him, thinking he was better than the rest.

Putting the wrong person on a pedestal and believing them to be right no matter what.

Now these two have tea time together and chat about certain people they agree send shivers down their spine. AKA the Leech twins.

Leona - Surprising that Leona was tolerating Bede. Much like Riddle, Bede didn't like how Leona held himself back simply because others told him he can't.

He didn't appreciate his "woe is me" attitude. After the overblot, Bede was the one who gave Leona an earful because for one, one of the trainers got injured from the fight (it was Phoebe), and he dared to take victory through criminal means.

Seriously, there could have been kids and elders in the stampeding crowd! He verbally rips into Leona so hard that everyone was stunned.

They didn't know Bede could get this angry.

After that, Leona was irritated that he was being lectured by a fairy brat. He couldn't let go of his prider at first.

Bede shut him up after he played against Savanaclaw in the opening match and demolished Leona.

Right after that Bede told him that the only one who can give him respect is himself, he would only be second best if he let himself be like that. That probably sparked a shred of respect from Leona.

Klara - Rook, Jamil, Ruggie, Jack, Idia

Rook - Klara would be smitten with Rook cause he was a gentleman but over time she realized he's like that with everyone and she just labels him as "Bestie".

Rook knows the irritation Klara has with Vil and it is gorgeous. He loves how both of them are worthy of the title, "Poison King/Queen" he even ships them in his head.

He probably has fanfiction about enemies to lovers about those two but that's his little secret.

Rook is very supportive of Klara, he's her hypeman. Though she gave him a slap when he casually mentioned her hips got an inch wider.

Jamil - These two know what its like to try and sabotage someone to try and be in the spotlight. Jamil tried to usrup Kalim and Klara put Toxic Spikes in the field before battling another trainer-

Phoebe: You did what-?!

Klara: I was desperate shush!

These two would trash talk like the mean girls they are, I know it. Talking to each other how a certain someone would get on their nerves at times.

Though Jamil tends to tease Klara because unlike his flawless acting, Klara makes it obvious she's holding herself back but her expression gives it away.

These two snakes is what others call them.

Though Jamil always reminds Klara to NOT bring her Scolipede over! He nearly had a heart attack from seeing a centipede as big as a horse.

Ruggie - Klara thought he was cute... until during the Savanaclaw arc he stole their pokeballs. She put him in a headlock, never has Bede or Phoebe seen her run after Ruggie so agile and fast.

Ruggie was shocked when he was suddenly on the ground and barely able to breathe because of Klara's strong buff arms around his neck. Did you see her league card? She lifts!

Though she was still salty and held a grudge over Ruggie stealing her precious Pokemon. Ruggie being from the Afterglow Savanah, felt guilty and promised to make it up to her.

He had to let Klara pet his ears whenever she wants. Ruggie relents because respect women and all that.

Ruggie was embarassed at first but Klara brings him snacks from time to time so it won't be all bad.

Klara really does think Ruggie is like a cute Rockruff when he's not being cheeky. Now Ruggie would pretend to cry to Klara when he doesn't feel like doing Leona's chores. Klara gives the lion an earful and he can't even argue.

Jack - You'd think he won't get along with Klara just because she seems kind of sly and would resort to petty tactics.

Well it seemed that way at first but Jack soon discovered that Klara would give it her all and was confident. He didn't like how she would get petty over some little thing but he does admire her dedication.

Those two become training buddies, and Klara would eat up any praise Jack tells her. Her pride inflates with every compliment.

Jack is the one who stops Klara do anything reckless. He basically does the scolding when Phoebe isn't around.

By the way, Klara was shocked to find out Jack was only 16, like boy who feeding you?!

She's not going to simp over a kid but then she thought that if Jack was this muscular... Could there be guys in 20s with the same figure?!

She'd be asking Jack if there was any single hunks out there among beastmen in his hometown.

Idia - Another thing you'd never expect. Idia? He's the shut in Otaku who is allergic to sunlight and socializing. How could he possibly be friends with Klara?

It's simple, like Jamil they like trash talk and gossip.

It all happened one afternoon, Idia was just mumbling behind a tree about certain students being so pushy and noisy. Klara replies to his ramblings from behind the other side of the tree.

Idia was startled but as Klara agrees with his trash talk he just started to go with the flow in their conversation.

Klara likes Idia, another sassy bestie to gossip with. And she digs his entire look. The fire hair? Boi what conditioner you use?

Idia: That's just my natural hair...

Klara: No way!? That look is bespoke!

Also whenever Klara needs blackmail material she goes to Idia. He got cameras everywhere but she would NEVER snitch on him. She keeps her bestie promise!

Idia may or may not have fulfilled his dream of having a waifu even if it was merely a planotic friendship.

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART II. Conviction

Disclaimer: This au follows a narrative so I highly recommend you read PART I. before this so you could follow up on the events and get context on some details that'll be mentioned here. Hope you enjoy! ♥

cw: afab! reader, brief nightmare sequence, still sfw

Word count: 7822

Having seen your newfound delinquent friend again after one of week of his absence, you decide to follow him the moment you saw him walking out of school, leading you to discover more unexpected acquaintances and the person responsible in turning your past for the worse.

Everywhere around was distorted, blurred beyond comprehension, but you could make out certain things within a space.

You gazed at yourself at the glass- your eyes dilated, your hands quivered, and your breaths came out ragged. You disregarded looking at anything below your knees.

Heels clicked on the floor. “I knew it. I knew you had it in you.”

You flinched as her knuckles brushed your cheek as you tried to keep your breathing from shaking too much. “My little princess.”

“You may not understand it now, but you’ll be doing wonders for this family once you’re older, prettier, and… more independent.” Her voice should be comforting, but with every syllable that left her lips, it was chilling and foreboding.

“All in time, we’ll be able to pay our lord what we owe.” She huffed out a satisfied laugh, laying her cold hand on your shoulder. “For all that he has given our family.”

Right as she uttered his name in that disgusting tone of admiration, you gasped, bolting upright on your bed. The sky outside your window was dark, lit only by the moon beaming through the glass.

“Damnit. Damnit all.” You palmed your face and willed yourself to calm down and breathe. At the same time, a soft fabric wrapped itself around you the way it has before. You didn’t have to look away from your palms to know your veiled ghost friend is hovering by you.

“Why are you back…” You clicked your tongue, hands dropping onto the sheets. “Just… why.”

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Today would be the day you’d return the favor and show Jotaro your spirit companion in full form.

However, you already knew that your usual rooftop routine wouldn’t go the way you expected it to go when on the way to school, you didn’t see the towering teenager walking the main path accompanied by his flock of fangirls.

You figured he either went too early or felt like being late was today’s vibe, and knowing him, you’d expect the latter from him. You put your disappointment on hold and hoped he’d show up at your usual hangout spot during lunch.

Throughout the morning period, as early as you stepped foot on school grounds, you could sense every pair of female eyes glaring at you from all around, a sea of gossip flooding your hearing the moment you walked into the building and into your classroom.

“Hey isn’t it that girl who walked with Jojo last week?”

“How the hell did she get that chance?”

“Ugh, she’s hogging my Jojo all up.”

“Your Jojo?!”

You couldn’t care less about some shallow, shady remarks and in turn, made you roll your eyes. Thirsty ass hoes. The teacher wasn’t here yet but you prepared the writing paraphernalia ahead of time while your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of a certain delinquent.

A couple more hours flew by and the next thing you knew, it was lunch period.

You grabbed your bento and quickly made your way up the now familiar stairs leading to the metal door opening to the roof. Wasting no time, you turned the knob and rushed in. You turned to the side where he always sat and alas-

“He’s not here.”

The disappointment you held back returned full force and you couldn’t control the way your chest clenched in on itself from what you were feeling. Did Jotaro skip school? You never recalled him ever skipping school despite his bad-boy attitude. Sick maybe? Who knows.

You sighed and sat down at your spot; a tiny bit awkward without the larger individual sitting nearby accompanied by the whiff of smoke that you’d grown used to for weeks. You frowned to no one but maybe your ghost friend as you dug into your meal.

Swallowing down the last bite, you didn’t bother stalling time and packed your stuff so you could return to your classroom. No point in staying after all. You walked down the flight of stairs, trying to your dejected face as subtle as possible. Though as you stepped off of the staircase to the 2nd floor where your room was at-

“You with the blazer uniform! Hold on!”

You tilted your head in confusion. Who’s this? The voice didn’t belong to anyone you’d met before. Though he did sound nice. You turned to see who it was and the person approaching you was yet another unique-looking fellow with his stylish red hair, cherry-like earrings, white scarf, and green gakuran.

“Yes? May I help you?”

“Actually yes. You must be the female student everyone’s been gossiping about,” he said, prompting you to be a bit on edge. You didn’t like indulging in pointless chatter.

“Your point?” You said, with a pinch of passive-aggressiveness laced in your words.

Though he simply smiled at your implied confirmation. “You’re very much aware of why you’ve been the talk of the day, right?”

“Casually walking with one delinquent seems to be a sensitive topic apparently,” you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?”

He seemed to detect the subtle change in your demeanor when he cleared his throat and waved his hands. “Ah no, I mean no ill intentions at all if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He glanced inside your classroom and assumed it was to look at the wall clock. “Looks like we have the time for introductions.”

He bowed and offered a hand. “My name’s Noriaki Kakyoin.” You bowed slightly in return, shook his hand, and gave him your name. “The reason I was bringing up the gossip was that I need to talk to your unruly companion about… something.”

There was a brief glint in his eyes that implied an ulterior motive but you decided to not bring that up in case you were overthinking. “Hm? Jotaro? Why don’t you just approach him?”

“Well, you know how he works- he isn’t exactly approachable, to begin with, and he’s always off to somewhere else if class wasn’t in session.” Kakyoin chuckled. “But somehow you got the chance to be acquainted with him.”

“And this point leads to… what exactly?” You already had an idea, but you waited for him to continue.

“I was hoping you’d tell him about this and that I’d appreciate it if he’d consider meeting up with me… within the comforts of school grounds of course.”

You hesitated, contemplating. He looked like he meant well and probably just wanted to talk to Jotaro for an interview of sorts, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your assumption wasn’t exactly the case. And god forbid something happens to the bad boy all because you indirectly helped cause it.

However, you put up a smile and nodded. Play it off. “I mean, you know the man isn’t exactly easy to persuade even by yours truly, but I’ll try Kakyoin-san.” You pointed at him. “Though, you should consider just directly facing him yourself. Makes the process easier for both of us.”

Kakyoin nodded. “Duly noted.” He took one more glimpse at the clock behind you. “I won’t hold you here any longer. Hopefully, I’ll see you next time?”

Mind press X to doubt. “Sure thing. I’ll be seeing you around soon.”

“Lovely. I’ll be going now.” Kakyoin raised a hand in farewell as he turned to walk away.

Even as the new student rounded the corner, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a tiny bit suspicious of his sudden interest in the delinquent. Then again, you sometimes tended to be suspicious over trivial things as well so you thought this was simply just a case of overdramatizing things.

You blew out a breath of air as if it released that negative vibe out of you, and stepped inside your classroom.

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A whole week has flown by since Jotaro’s absence.

You’ve been keeping tabs on his attendance since day 1, growing more concerned as each day passed without anyone having an idea of what had happened to him… a concrete idea that is.

Having earned himself a reputation, students would start murmuring to each other rumors about the delinquent’s reason for not going to school.

“Maybe he just ditched school. He didn’t care about his classes anyways.”

“I heard he started business with some drug dealers or something.”

“My friend told me he went on a rampage one night and secretly wrecked a gang of hoodlums by himself.”

“Hey! I’ve heard the same thing from my girlfriend too! He’s so dangerous that he even put fighters in hospital beds fully comatose.”

Those were all myths they started spreading throughout school and even if you didn’t want to believe in their chat, you couldn’t put past the rumors of violence they speculated out of the blue. How could you when you know that he was capable of doing that with a spirit aiding in his aggression.

You’d heard it straight from his mouth that he was responsible for sending people into medical care with injuries far beyond a simple black eye, bruise, or cut.

And as you were left pondering about what had happened in the middle of class, you couldn’t stop thinking about his safety no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was fine and probably smoking like the nonchalant individual that he was.

“Bastard acts on its own most of the time.”

You closed your eyes and thought of the purple humanoid you met the other day, envisioning the grinning spirit in a fit of unbridled anger. Did you lose control of him again? You sighed.

You returned your attention to the teacher in front of you before she could notice your temporarily shut eyes.

There was no point in dwelling on things you didn’t have control over, so you could only wish he was doing fine wherever he was.

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

There he was again. Vision misted with anger, fists flew, pained grunts and screams echoed, and out of his own volition, he found residence on a prison bed, glaring at his cowering cellmates standing at the corner.

Jotaro didn’t mean to summon him again. He thought he had him under control when he successfully gave you your forgotten school bag.

But it just so happened that on the day he was on the way home one night and a handful of confident thugs blocked his way. He had his fists clenched, holding himself back from pummeling each one into the ground.

He’d initially planned to throw all of them against the wall so a path would open up to him, leaving them with bruises at minimum or concussions at maximum.

However, one fucker brought up the idea of ganging up on a certain female student with an expensive-looking uniform that they saw walking with him that day. They said she was rich, pretty, and ripe for taking, and Jotaro couldn’t hold his immense anger back any longer.

His spirit manifested without his command and in mere minutes, he stood over their crumpled, bloodied figures lying on the cement half-dead.

This wasn’t good. If he continued to give in to his intense emotions over and over again, chances of him keeping his violent companion at bay would grow slim to none. He had it. He swore he had it. But when they brought you up, his inhibitions were thrown into the wind.

Jotaro couldn’t afford to get too mad near his mom or you. He genuinely felt guilty when he had him punch you while he was under control. He couldn’t risk a scenario where he punches his family, or you again in blind fury.

Staying in jail was the best option. At least here, he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting his mother. Hurting you.

He could release all of those negative emotions on the faceless criminals with him instead. He wouldn’t give two shits about how they’d end up.

Though Jotaro knew deep down his plan of making prison his humble abode wouldn’t go well for too long. When he could hear the hurried footsteps accompanying the shrill voice of his sweet mother calling his name again and again in complete worry, his plan would dissolve in no time.

He gritted his teeth. Damnit. Why does everyone have to care so much?

“Shut the hell up! You’re so damn annoying, you bitch!”

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Day 8.

That would be another day that has passed without Jotaro’s presence in school and another day of you pondering over his condition and what possibly could have happened to him.

However, it just so happened that as you walked your way to school with the whispering girls close by, you halted your steps as an all-too-familiar student rounded the corner with his distinguishable golden chain and ripped hat.

You’re here! You wanted to approach him, talk to him regarding his absence and where he’d gone during that period, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple when you two were aware of the hassle that was-

“Isn’t that Jojo?”

“It’s Jojo!”

“Hi Jojo!”

“Jojo wait up!”

The former murmuring females rushed over to crowd his space, desperately trying to grab his attention with their usual pitched voices and unnecessary arm grabs.

You couldn’t see any openings for conversation and that served as an excuse for you to walk ahead of the chatty bunch. You sped up your pace and caught up with them.

Though as you were about to bypass them completely, you could catch a glimpse of the delinquent turning his head to look at you. Naturally, you turned yours to look at him. For a moment, despite the loud students squabbling for his attention, you both held firm eye contact with an air of understanding between you two.

Lunch. As usual, right? You weren’t telepathic of any sort but you hoped that the message was sent across regardless, and as if he knew what you were trying to say, Jotaro gave one nod before casting his gaze elsewhere, tipping his hat down.

You smiled, satisfied. With no further explanation, you continued ahead and left him at his own pace.

Unbeknownst to you that those same cerulean eyes continued to watch you as you grew farther away from him.

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There were 15 minutes left until lunch period and you grew restless waiting for the class to finish in the morning. With every word that your teacher said, the more they turned into a garbled mess of words mashed into one.

This didn’t happen often but for today, you just wanted to meet up with him again.

In your head, you prepared what you wanted to say. ‘Hey, where have you been for the past week?’, ‘you slacking this early in the school year?’, ‘you know lunch hasn’t’ been the same without you’-

You furrowed your brows and shook your head. Okay, that might be a bit weird.

You let the minutes pass with whatever the lecture was bout, tolerating the remaining minutes you had left until the bell rings.

15 minutes turned to 10. 10 to 5. And 5 to-

Before the class came to a close, the building trembled underneath your feet and a resounding boom erupted with it, causing your classmates to shriek in panic. You wobbled from where you abruptly stood, grabbing hold of your desk to find your footing. Beside you, a large crack formed up the wall from below.

Was there an earthquake? The teacher, equally shocked as the rest of the students, tried to calm them down even though he wasn’t the definition of calm. The shaking stopped but it didn’t stop the alarmed individuals within the room from being on the verge of chaos.

Students rushed to ask the teacher permission to check the source of the shaking and you were about to join them until you detected motion from outside the window. You turned to see what it was and to your surprise, you identified them rather quickly.

Jotaro? And… is that Kakyoin over his shoulder? At a closer look, the latter was dripping blood from the head up, leaving a small blood trail as the raven-haired student carried him out of school grounds. What the hell? Where is he going?

You didn’t want to be left in dark again so you grabbed your things, called out to your teacher that you weren’t feeling good after the shake (a shitty excuse, you knew, but you had no time), and bolted out of the classroom, down the stairs, and followed him out the gate.

You had the feeling Jotaro didn’t want you to find out what he’d done to the new student. You decided to keep it low and made sure to trail after him in secret, walking several feet away from them so your footsteps couldn’t be heard.

Eventually, you found yourself walking in a fancy, traditional neighborhood lined with large houses that looked expensive by local standards. You followed the delinquent as he turned to enter the entryway leading into one of the traditional Japanese manors.

You couldn’t help but whistle once you felt it was clear to peek in. Rich boy indeed wow. You knew that trespassing was a no-no, but you were both a curious and stubborn individual. You tiptoed into the residence, glad that no guard hound was around to alarm your presence.

You stood close to the manor’s walls and rounded the building with the hopes you’d find some sort of window or opening to peep into. You passed by his family’s well-maintained Zen Garden and pond and were about to turn the corner, until you heard a feminine voice call out in reply to someone, possibly Jotaro.

His mom maybe? Then you realized oh my god, family members are walking around. You didn’t know how that wasn’t part of the list of precautions you made in your head, but as it did, you considered just turning back.

Though as you were in the middle of leaving, the owner of the voice walked past the corner you stood by and she made a sound akin to a quiet surprise the moment she spotted you there.

Immediately, you turned around and bowed a deep 90-degree angle, a string of apologies fleeing your mouth, but as you were about to reason out your excuse, the woman cooed and said, “Oh no dear, no need for that.”

A pair of hands reached to grab yours, prompting you to look up from your downcast gaze and see the person responsible for bringing Jotaro into the world.

My suspicions were right. He’s biracial. When you took one look at her, it was unmistakable that she was a foreigner fluent in Japanese- Blonde hair, fair skin lighter than the average melanin Asians had, and blue-green eyes that her son inherited. “Ah, I’m still sorry for following your son here and walking in like this unannounced.”

She chuckled with a beaming smile. “It’s fine sweetheart, I can see you don’t have bad intentions. You’re just an overly curious person.”

“You could say that ma’am.” You said, a bead of sweat trailing down your temple. “He’s an interesting person to be with after all the time we’ve been hanging out.”

“Oh! Are you that someone my baby’s mentioned about?” She blurted out from the blue, clapping her hands together. “I assumed you followed him here because you knew him and he had someone on his shoulder, and you wondered ‘what happened?’.”

Holy shit that’s… actually spot-on. “Ah yeah, we talk often. Wait,” you paused. Did he talk about me? “Knowing him, how was I mentioned?”

“I asked him where his bento was so I could wash it, and he said he destroyed it so he could show it to someone.” You were about to apologize again since it was your ghost story that led to the delinquent demonstrating his spirit’s power but the woman giggled before any word left you.

“You know, I was worried that he wouldn’t be able to make any friends. He had a rough time getting along with the other kids when he was younger, and him choosing to put on this bad boy image isn’t helping either.” She pouted. “But words couldn’t explain how happy I was when he met with someone who he could share things with.”

She’s so chipper. Out of context, no one would have guessed that the rude and aggressive delinquent was the son of such a sunny and optimistic woman. One could meet the other and experience immediate whiplash. “Oh, silly me! I forgot to introduce myself!” She took your hand and shook it eagerly. “I’m Holly Kujo- mother of Jotaro Kujo.”

As if absorbing her radiating energy, you beamed and smiled as you told her your name in return. “Nice to meet you Holly-san!”

“I must be holding you back from meeting with him,” Holly said, to which you shook your head.

“Oh no, I actually don’t have any plans to talk with Jotaro at this moment. I just wanted to see what was going on,” you said as you tried to not make it sound creepy. “It’s just that he wasn’t in school for the past week and I was… concerned he might not show up again.”

“Aww, you’re a sweetie, Y/N.” She cooed, delighted. “I’ll make sure to update you then about what’s happening around here.” She gave you her house’s telephone number and you gave yours in exchange. “And don’t you worry, I won’t tell him you dropped by today.”

“Thank you, Holly-san.” You bowed in gratitude.

“Oh! And dear, why don’t you drop by tomorrow morning and I’ll prepare you one of my special bento meals,” Holly said with a wink. “My son loves them so much he finishes the whole thing in no time.”

“Oh, I know.” You recalled the empty boxes that Jotaro kept hiding from you whenever you arrived, the way he faintly blushes at the mention of it, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “But you don’t have to.”

“Hush now, I insist!” She said, hands on her hips. “Take it as a token of my gratitude for giving my son a chance in friendship.”

It was oddly cute that when thinking about it, Holly was giving you a bento meal as a “thank you” statement while Jotaro gave you two as an “apology” statement. Perhaps there was a tiny bit of resemblance between them.

Endeared, your cheeks warmed and you smiled. “You sure you don’t mind?”

Holly chuckled. “Not at all, sweetheart.”

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Would today be the day he’d finally resume school despite the bullshit that happened yesterday? Or would someone else be waiting in school to challenge him to a Stand battle?

Jotaro groaned to himself. For heaven’s sake, he hoped it would be the first. Like he’d care about what that old man just said. Good grief. Can’t anyone give me a break? Hell, he’d rather slug through hours of class and hang out with his-

Friend? Acquaintance? Fuck. Though you were more than a random chatty stranger to him. He’d rather just listen to your never-ending stories than go on some epic journey his grandfather and his Egyptian friend spewed out of the blue.

He even spared you a glance yesterday, hoping you’d get his point of continuing lunch period on the roof, but with that student intervening with his emerald tentacle Stand, he wasn’t able to meet you. Shit.

Jotaro picked up his school bag and ducked his head under the door frame, stepping out of the house. And he waited for that high-pitched “wait!” followed by his daily, annoying morning kisses.

But no one came rushing his way with any. He turned to look over his shoulder to see no sight of his beloved mother.

Strange.

The crunch of a leaf nearby alerted the delinquent to look at the source of the sound, only for him to be confused and surprised at the sight of you entering the Kujo family gate. You saw him standing there and waved. “Morning!”

“How the fuck did you know where I live?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

You approached him with a nervous chuckle. “Holly-san insisted I sample one of her delicious bento meals and told me to come again tomorrow which is today.”

“Not an answer.”

“Alright, if I’m gonna be honest with you…” You started, looking elsewhere with a not-so-guilty pout. “I… may perhaps followed you home yesterday lunch period with I think was the new transfer student bleeding on your shoulder.”

Could she be like that guy? Is she secretly here to kill me too? No, it can’t be. If that were the case, she would have done so weeks ago, but he kept his guard up and continued from what you said. “Followed me?”

“I know it sounds creepy but by all means, I just wanted to see where you were going.”

“Why the fuck did you follow me, woman?!” Jotaro growled, raising his voice a bit out of irritation that you stalked him all the way from school grounds. “Being stalked to your house isn’t exactly settling!”

“Well, what the fuck should I do when I was worried about what was happening to you?!” To his surprise, you yelled back with equal volume as his, catching him off guard at the words.

“You leave for one week without notice, combined with the fact that you had a violent spirit you still need to control and the rumors that spread around school about you being a murderer, you think I wouldn’t start getting concerned whether or not you were still okay?!”

His words caught in his throat. You were… worried for him? So far in his life, only his mother showed sentiment towards his well-being. Having someone else express the same feeling was both surprising and… endearing. “You- “

“Wow, I’m yelling first thing in the morning. Hold on,” you took a deep breath and sighed. “But listen, I know following you isn’t cool, but you know, I was looking forward to talking to you again during lunch. But after the school shook from what I assume was your spirit’s doing and I saw you heading out again, I grew concerned. I’m sorry.”

Jotaro didn’t know what to say to your explanation. He was honestly still stunned that you were worrying about his safety when in reality he stayed in prison because he was just as worried that he’d hurt people like you.

It’s odd how that works.

There were many things he wanted to refute you, but for some reason, he let their morning pettiness fade away into an awkward silence, instead of escalating it. He pressed his lips together and tipped his hat, giving you a nod as a way of accepting your apology.

Out of nowhere, a crash came out from within the house, causing the both of you to abruptly turn to the sound. Jotaro shared one look with you before taking off in a hurried jog, your footsteps trailing behind him.

He cocked his head. She really is going to play this game...

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When you heard the crash from within the Kujo household, all you could think about was Holly- Bubbly, caring, and vulnerable. Did someone break in? Did she drop something by accident? Or did something else happen that you refused to think about?

You followed closely behind Jotaro and ran in the direction of the crash.

On your way, you two came into contact with an old man as tall and fit as the delinquent despite his age, his face warped into reasonable concern. He caught a glance at you, probably wondering who you were, but dismissed it as the 2 continued.

You kept trailing behind them until you halted once they stopped before an opening into one of the manor’s rooms. A small gap between the men was made available for you to slip past and right as you did-

You gasped, hands cupping your mouth. “Holly-san…”

There she was- unconscious on the floor, lying on her stomach as translucent roses and thorns cover the entirety of her back, sprawling and squirming like living creatures. Did she… also have a spirit? An unknown man with dark skin knelt beside her, equally distraught at the scenario.

“… A Stand?” The elder adult said from behind you. Stand? Is that what it’s called? Does he know about these specific ghosts? Does he have one too? Does everyone suddenly have one? “Holly…”

Out of the blue, you yelped as the same man grabbed Jotaro by the collar of his uniform, yelling and pushing the teenager against the wall. “My… my worst fear has come true,” he said, gritted and angry. “My girl… she has a Stand.”

You had a hunch and it was correct. He was Holly’s father and Jotaro’s grandfather.

“I knew she didn’t have the power to resist.” Resist? “I knew she didn’t have the strength to deny DIO’s soul.”

DIO.

That name.

“All in time, we’ll be able to pay our lord what we owe. For all that he has given our family.”

“Lord DIO.”

You felt weak, having to lean against the wood of the wall. That… that bastard. “Tell me! What can we do?” The moment you came to the realization, you heard the delinquent’s voice reply back to his grandfather.

“There’s one thing- We must find DIO and break this curse. That’s our only option!”

At the same time, your legs gave in from beneath you and you collapsed onto your knees. You heard Jotaro call your name out in alarm, but you ignored him as your breath shook and your hands curled into fists against the floorboards. That motherfucker.

“Who is she?” The old man said through his distress, enough for you to snap out of your momentary trance. “Is she one of them? Like that kid you brought in?”

You found your composure and steeled yourself to answer. “Is that more important than your daughter’s current position?” You said, looking straight at the adult. “We have to tend to her first, put her in bed, and then we’ll talk.”

People did what was needed to be done and after at least an hour has passed since the discovery, Holly was taken care of and was now on her futon with a new change of looser clothes and a damp towel on her forehead to help with the fever.

You entered the room with a glass and a pitcher of water, placing it down nearby the futon before standing close by Jotaro, with the elder adult kneeling by Holly’s side, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles. The stranger who helped excused himself to the library.

“Just as you said,” he said, placing down her hand as he turned to you with a pointed look. “We’ve taken care of Holly, now explain yourself.”

You calmly introduced yourself as a student in the school where Jotaro was enrolled in and added in the tiny detail that you were the delinquent’s newfound friend. The bearded man glanced at the teenager for confirmation, to which the latter nodded once.

“Friend, you say...,” he said. “I’m surprised that my scary-looking grandson managed to make friendly connections at school.”

“You’d be even more surprised how that came to happen-”

“You saw it,” Jotaro said, cutting your dialogue with the adult. “The plants.” You looked up at him and gave him a firm nod.

“You know I won’t bullshit you.”

This elicited intrigue from the adult. “You can see Stands?” Though, before he could ask you further questions, Holly stirred and slowly opened her eyes, prompting everyone’s attention to fall on her. “Holly!”

She let out a tired smile. “Papa…”

You head over to the pitcher to pour a glass of water to give to her. “Holly-san, here. Don’t wanna get dehydrated.”

The blonde woman widened her eyes, probably surprised by your presence among her family members, but to your expectations, she beamed at your kind gesture. “Thank you, sweetie.” She took a sip before she continued. “I don’t know what happened to be honest. I developed a fever and passed out.”

“You had us all worried Holly.” The elder man said as he retrieves all the self-care materials near him and use them on his daughter.

With the last of her father’s coddling over, Holly clapped her hands as if she didn’t pass out mere minutes ago. “Now that I’m feeling better,” she made a move to get out of bed, causing you and the old man to reluctantly let her move. “What would all of you like-“

“Stay in bed!” All eyes were cast on Jotaro with his booming tone inappropriate to the situation. You gave him a stern look, one that sent a message that read “not now” in regards to his aloof nature. The teenager in question looked away and tipped his hat, a clear sign of immediate sorry. “I-I mean… you should take it easy until the fever dies down.”

His mother smiled in response to his way of expressing concern, only for her to faint back into the cushions, unconscious. “Holly-san!” You exclaimed, genuinely worried for her health. A mumble you’re your lips quietly. “What happened to you?”

“We don’t have time to waste,” you heard the elderly man say. “We need to find DIO and put an end to this. To start, we first need to find out his location.”

“I know where he is.” Both Jotaro and his grandfather turned to you with a sharp gaze, and you chose your next words carefully. “Cairo, Egypt.”

“How would you know?”

“Relative. I never knew why this relative of mine was obsessed with this… DIO guy, but I often eavesdropped them talking to him through the phone and when they talked about living conditions, they kept mentioning familiar places found in Cairo.”

“Judging from how constant I’ve heard about Egypt, I assume the person you’re looking for is staying there.”

“Sounds like another case of either the flesh buds doing their work or is simply one of his devoted followers.” The low voice of the stranger entered the room, a heavy book in hand. “Who is she Mr. Joestar?”

“A friend of my grandson’s apparently,” the elderly man Mr. Joestar said. “That begs the question of why. Why are you telling us this?”

Before you could offer up your honest response, to your surprise, Jotaro spoke ahead of you. “Jiji, aren’t you asking too many questions?”

“We can’t help it, Jotaro. We need to take precautions with whoever comes our way before we could trust them.” He gave you one hard glare. “You’ll never know if she’s secretly one of DIO’s followers herself.”

“I’m fucking not!” You normally had yourself kept together, but there was something in his words that felt like an insulting slap to the face, triggering some deep-seated emotions of wanting none of what your family was doing with this sketchy overlord.

Everyone in the room was caught off guard by your sudden exclamation, including your ever-so-stoic friend beside you. You were glad Holly wasn’t awake to witness your lack of composure. I’m yelling again. Get yourself together and explain. Brushing your hair up with a deep breath, you continued.

“I’m sorry but having you assume that I’m one of his lackeys was lowkey insulting.” You gave the old man a pointed look. “What I mean is that the reason I’m giving this piece of information is that I want to find out the fucker responsible for making my past life a living hell.”

“What are you saying?” The teenager asked.

“I’m saying,” you balled your hands into fists and with conviction in your voice, you said. “I want to join you guys in finding this DIO person and help you take him down- hey!”

Not even finished with your statement, Jotaro grabbed your wrist tight and half-dragged you out of the room, sliding the paper doors close to provide privacy. “What gives?”

“You’re not going,” The delinquent said, telling you directly in the eyes.

“And why not?” You crossed your arms, maintaining eye contact. “Who are you to tell me what to do and not do?”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Do you know why I beat up that student into a bloody pulp? It’s because he had the fucking balls to accept the task of killing me.” Jotaro said the most in quite a while. “People will target you if you plan on coming.”

“I know, I’m not stupid.”

“You’re better off watching over her. It’s safer that way- “

“What I said is final. I am coming with you whether you like it or not.” You stood your ground, proving your point as you daringly took one step forward towards the towering teenager, looking straight into his eyes. “Are you implying that I’m incapable of fending for myself?”

“That’s not- “

Another step. “That I’ll just weigh everyone down? Slow the mission?” You took one last step and you tilted your head up to make sure you still faced him. “I’ll have you be reminded that my… stand as you guys called it, won’t let anything and anyone harm me.”

Wordless, the raven-haired could only peer into your eyes with pressed lips, as if he was still trying to convince you to stay behind but ran out of words to do so. “You…”

“You said I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, but you didn’t know what I’ve been through- why I moved to Japan in the first place. And no, it’s not because of schooling or change of location.” Vague images of your childhood briefly flashed through your head, a collection of people with unclear faces doing things you refused to think about.

Jotaro didn’t say any rude remarks about your sentiments, allowing you to continue. “Being targeted? Not really a concern for me anymore.” You chuckled dryly, though the delinquent didn’t look like he found your words amusing. “But I trusted my stand to protect me and I trust that it will continue to do so.”

“So long spill done with,” you cocked your head. “Will you allow me to come with and find the motherfucker that needs to be taught a lesson for cursing your mom and tainting my past?”

Silence.

You couldn’t tell sometimes with the raven-haired teen what he was thinking, or why he kept on prolonging the silence between you two. And every time he did it, strings of questions would always flow in your mind- a repeated mantra of mostly “what ifs”. You were patient during your rooftop sessions, but you needed someone to back you up right now.

At last, he cut eye contact with you and turned to open the sliding door, his hat tipped down. “Good grief. You are one stubborn woman.”

Not really an answer. “What does that mean? Do I get to go? Yes or no?”

Jotaro threw one glance at you over his shoulder before opening the sliding doors open with one swift motion.

“Jiji, she’s coming with us.”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes behind him, your worries of being left behind alleviated a little bit with the firm and steady voice of your bad boy acquaintance backing you despite the old man responding with a contrasting shocked expression.

“W-What Jotaro?! You’re allowing- I mean, it isn’t like you to- aren’t you worried that a pretty young lady like her would-“

“I said she’s coming old man,” the delinquent repeated.

“And what would he be worried about, Mr. Joestar?” You continued. “That a pretty young lady like me would get roughed up and be scared 24/7?” A bead of sweat trailed down the elderly adult’s temple. You smiled, albeit with hints of passive aggressiveness. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine, thank you~”

“Mr. Joestar, though it’s going to be natural for us to worry over her, if she is this determined to join us on this journey, then I believe in her conviction and that she’ll be able to help us the best as she could.” The stranger said in respect to your words, turning to you with a hand extended towards you.

“Muhamad Avdul.” You smiled and introduced yourself in return, shaking his hand.

“Oh… my… god.” The opposing member of the group said from behind, drawing out each syllable as if to produce some sort of dramatic effect. “What would granny Erina and Suzi think of this?”

“Mr. Joestar, care to introduce yourself to her?” Avdul cleared his throat.

The elder adult, clearly the most hesitant of the bunch, shifted his gaze at each of the men in the room, likely trying to find some subtle displays of disagreement for leverage. He found none and he gave in with a heavy groan. “If the young lady insists, then so be it then.”

He stretched out a… prosthetic hand? “Joseph Joestar.” You shook it only for you to notice the missing pinky finger. Joseph caught onto your gaze and said, “oh this? Blame your friend beside you.”

You threw your attention to Jotaro, who couldn’t care less, in disbelief. “Serves him right for wanting me out of jail.”

“You went to jail?!”

“I’m sorry but am I… interrupting anything?” With the voice of a newcomer, everyone’s heads turned to the door to see a familiar cherry-haired student with a bandaged forehead.

“Kakyoin-san?” You approached him. “Are you alright? Last I saw you; you were bleeding everywhere.”

He looked at you and widened his eyes in recognition. “It’s you again. I didn’t expect you to be here, nor did I expect you to reach this far into your friendship with him for you to be visiting his house.”

At that implication, your cheeks warmed. “O-Oh no it’s not that. I just came by because Holly-san asked me to.”

“Everyone! Now’s not the time for any more chit-chat!” Joseph exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the floor. “My daughter’s dying and we have at most 50 days to rid her of DIO’s curse!”

“Mr. Joestar’s right. We have to make our move as soon as possible,” Avdul said as he turned to look at Joseph with a nod.

“When are you going? I’ll go with you,” Kakyoin said, a hand on his chest.

“Why would you?” The delinquent asked eyes narrowed. You assumed that he was skeptical about the voluntary decision, but the cherry-haired student chuckled in response.

“About that… I’m not sure why I suddenly want to join you either.” Jotaro scoffed, unsure if he was still unconvinced or midway there. “I’ve regained my senses because of you. That’s all.” He pointed to his temple with a smile.

“But also,” he turned towards the feverish woman. “Ms. Holly is a woman who can calm the hearts of others. I’d want to protect those like her.”

“Having an extra helping hand would come in handy, right?” You said in support of his decision, though it didn’t appear it was needed upon looking at the contented smiles on both Joseph’s and Avdul’s faces.

With the old man having said his goodbye message to an unconscious Holly, he told his small group of Stand users to follow him out the gate just as a line of cars arrived outside, groups of people in lab coats and suits stepping out of them and flooding into the Kujo household.

You looked back at them with a confused tilt. “Who…?”

“They’re doctors from the Speedwagon Foundation. Them, along with a couple of bodyguards, will watch over my daughter while we’re away.” Joseph said briefly before attending to one of the mentioned professionals, most likely to provide additional instructions.

You couldn’t help but get on your tiptoes just to say something to Jotaro without others hearing it. Another one of your playful jabs. “You guys are filthy rich. I was half-joking when I said that last time when your lunch box was obliterated.”

The raven-haired teenager rolled his eyes. “It’s all on the old man. Don’t look at me.”

“Jojo, before we leave,” You turned to see Avdul approaching both of you, a hand reaching into his robes. “Since I am a fortune teller, I shall name your Stand.”

“Name?”

The dark-skinned man pulled out a deck of cards with a smile. “With the cards of fate- the Tarot. Choose a card blindly and it shall be decided. This will suggest your fate as well as your Stand’s power.”

You watched in intrigue as the fortune teller lays out the deck in his palm for the teenager to choose from, and once he did pick “The Star” among others, Avdul proclaimed that the muscular purple humanoid that was Jotaro’s Stand would go by the name of “Star Platinum”.

You chuckled to yourself as finally knew what to call this spirit. Star Platinum’s a cool name not gonna lie.

“Would you like to have a reading as well?” You blinked out of your thoughts to see the man hand you the reshuffled Tarot cards. “I presume you haven’t named yours?”

Looking at the deck and back at Avdul, you smiled and shook your head. “As much as I’d love to experience your fortune-telling reading, I already made mine a while back.”

You reached inside of your blazer pocket, pulling out a singular card bearing a cartoon rendition of a figure blindfolded with a flowing fabric whose ends shaped into blades, and in their sole hand hung a pair of golden scales.

Justice.

As successful as he was, your uncle was superstitious and so he shared his beliefs with you and encouraged having your life read before you left for Japan. You weren’t at his level of belief but you did admit it was an interesting experience, even if you didn’t understand it back then.

However, looking at it now, your card made sense in accordance with your current situation- Finding balance, seeking the truth, and righting what was wrong.

Avdul took one look at your selection and gave you a nod of satisfaction. The teenager glanced at it once and huffed, turning away with a mumbled “suits you”.

“Now as for the name. I kinda had one in mind for some time now,” you continued. “The tarot card’s name isn’t part of it at all, but one I just figured fit well with my Stand.” One that represented her aura of safety and mystery.

For the first time, you said her name:

Silent Sanctuary

You didn’t know how your journey with these men would turn out, nor how threatening the dangers awaited all of you on the way to Egypt, but you placed your trust in them; that all of you would make it out triumphant against the evils sent your way.

You trusted in Sanctuary above all; that she would help you in your adventure and would continue to protect you until the very end.

With the preparations complete and you standing by Jotaro’s side, you joined the men in their quest to find DIO and set off into the unknown.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jotaro kujo #jojo part 3 #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #polaris au

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CHAPTER THREE — Don't Bother —

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Walking into English, it was clear that all of the students were confused. Supposedly, the ancient teacher from last year and all the years before got replaced. At least that's what everyone was assuming. The teacher had a reputation for closing the door right when the late bell rang and taping a sign on the outside saying 'Don't Bother'. Clearly, no late students were accepted. But that wouldn't make sense because, ten minutes after the bell and she wasn't there. Many students were complaining and talking about leaving class. The rest just made small talk and pulled their phones out.

Osano and Y/N sat a desk apart with a girl named Raibaru Fumetsu in between them. She was nice and had a bubbly personality. Her shoulder length orange pigtails were held up by two pink polka-dotted hair ties and a bright purple headband.

While the two were waiting for the 'old as time' teacher to show up, Raibaru and Y/N got acquainted with each other. It turns out that the ginger had used to live in America as a child before moving to Japan and transferring into Akademi a year before the h/c-ette left. Right before Osano was about to butt into the conversation, the door to the classroom opened.

In walked a slightly disheveled man in his early twenties, at the most, wearing a black blazer and a white button-up underneath. His burgundy pants suited his maroon eyes and black loafers. In his hands was a black messenger bag and his hair was slightly messed up. He rushed to the front desk and fixed his hair in the small mirror on the smart board before turning around curtly with a sheepish smile on his face.

"I am so terribly sorry for being late, class. This didn't happen any other time today. I got stuck in one of the many storage closets after last period. Moving onto more important topics, as you all may know, the teacher that taught here previously, Ms Nabatame, has recently come down with a serious illness. So I am here to fill her position. While I am only a substitute, I promise I know what I'm doing."

"But you're like, our age?" Hana Daidaiyama, one of Musume's friends, piped up from her front row seat, her tone light and teasing. Somewhat flirtatious if you looked into it.

"Right, if you're eighteen then I am three years older than you. I'm twenty-one. I skipped a few grades and I'm still in college. Which I do recommend you all go to, by the way. I was cleared by the school, and my school, to work here as a substitute for as long as it takes for your teacher to get better. Now, I am Mr Rana. Pleased to meet all of you. I can already tell there are some bright minds in this room." His reassuring smile slightly shook as he realized what he just said. "Oh, that makes me sound old."

A chorus of laughs came out from the students at Mr Rana's deflated attitude. Most of the girls in the room (and a lot of the guys) were checking him out and honestly, Y/N couldn't really blame them. 'I mean, of course it isn't appropriate to be looking at your teacher like that, but I'm just saying...'

As the lesson went on, Mr Rana continued to draw out laughs from a good portion of the class just from his charm and unwillingness to risk sounding 'old'. He would constantly mutter things like 'I'm not that wise, I swear,' or the ever-famous, 'I sound like my father.'

When he passed out a worksheet for all of them to do in the last twenty minutes of class, Raibaru helped Osano and Y/N as much as she could while also finishing the questions lightning fast. But the h/c-ette happened to notice Raibaru's happy face fall into a glare when the notorious delinquent passed by her desk to sharpen his pencil. Osoro Shidesu.

Of course, Y/N did research on Akademi before she transferred. Who would she be if she didn't? In the past few months, she had started talking to a hacker who just so happened to work with Saikou Corp. The two called each other often and became fast friends, despite how flirty and off-putting he was. For the most part, Y/N spoke to him for the information he handed to her. He told her all about the students who attended Akademi, since he dropped out right before the new school year started.

After speaking to the man who she called 'Info', how could she not know about Osoro Shidesu? He was the least favorite student of all the teachers by far. He even made the nurse quit her job, and she was replaced with a clumsy male college student just as fast. His legacy would live on through Akademi even after he graduates from the delinquents that follow after him like lost puppies and the injuries and trauma he's given to so many people. Because of that, of course, he's in Y/N's English class.

As he walked by her desk for the seven millionth time, she held her arm out, blocking him from walking. He scowled at her menacingly, and as a response, Y/N faked a convincing scared expression. 'If I were anyone else, I would be pretty scared. So of course, I pretend to be.'

"Yes, sorry, uhm, I was just wondering what you got for number eighteen? I am not having a great time with this worksheet." The h/c-ette played dumb and innocent, her arm springing back to her desk as he looked between her, Raibaru, and the paper in her hand before he leaned closer to her.

"Listen bitch, I don't really care what you need help with." He said in a hushed voice, striding right past her, his jacket almost hitting her in the face.

Raibaru instantly whipped her head to watch him march to the back of the room as he flung himself into his desk and huffed. Y/N quickly lost interest and turned back around and studied Raibaru as she continued to look at him.

"You good, Rai?"

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry. He keeps glancing at you. Probably thinking 'who does this gorgeous chick think she is to interrupt me, can't she see I'm busy hunching my shoulders?'"

"I don't like the way he's looking at you, Y/N." Raibaru and Y/N turned to look at Osano, whose face flushed a bright pink as he scoffed and tried to hide it. "Well, I just mean that he's glaring. Which, you know, isn't very nice. Ok, alright, Raibaru, Y/N, stop laughing. Shut up, you guys."

The ginger girl and the h/c-ette both quietly laughed at Osano's words, before noticing the teacher approaching them. The trio tried to pay attention to their worksheet as Mr Rana walked by.

"Oh, you already finished your questions! In five minutes, my goodness. You are Ms Fumetsu, correct?" Mr Rana looked shocked at her fully bubbled-in paper. Osano's head popped up beside the teacher's chest, his face gawking at the sight in front of him. "You also did, Ms L/N. Good job, both of you. I'm proud to know that I really do have such smart people in my class. I'll take the papers if you want to turn them in early." Raibaru and Y/N both nodded quickly before handing their papers to the well dressed man. He smiled professionally and turned to walk towards his desk.

"How come I didn't get complimented? I swear I'm getting them all right. You two are cheating or something." Osano slumped in his desk, a puff of air moving his bangs while he glared at the two girls.

"You know we didn't cheat, don't be childish. Also you aren't getting them all right. You got numbers twenty-two, seventeen, twelve, nine, four, and two wrong." Raibaru glanced at Y/N with a smug smile before returning her gaze back to Osano.

"How?!"

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No one (besides Nemesis) in Y/N's English class was in her next period - Study Hall. Lucky for the girl, Study Hall took place farther away in the library, but Nemesis didn't seem to be in the mood to talk at all. 'Great, thanks for making me start the conversation, buddy.'

"Soooooooo, what's been your favorite class so far?" She looked at him while he marched on, glaring at the tiles beneath him.

"World History."

"And why's that?"

"Nobody tried to talk to me then." He pointedly looked away from the tiles and his harsh red eyes stared into hers. Y/N gladly took the chance to ditch him when they arrived at the library doors, rushing forward to look for anyone that she knew. As if on cue, she heard an energetic boy's footsteps.

"Y/N! We share two classes together, I can't believe it!" Aso Rito wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began to steer her in the direction of a random table. "Looks like fate has decided we'll be friends." 'Yes, that's great and all, but could you be quieter about it?'

"It does seem like it, huh?" The h/c-ette smiled playfully. She didn't notice who was sitting at the table Aso was bringing her to since she was too busy focusing on the people staring at them. Thank goodness that familiar ravenette had her nose buried in a book.

"Taeko, I didn't realize that we could share classes if we're from different years." Hearing her best friend's voice, her head shot up and her lips instantly contorted into a bright smile.

"I'll be honest, I didn't either. I also didn't know that you make friends so quickly." She laughed sheepishly to herself and her eyes drew from Aso back to her book. "Guess it's just another amazing trait of yours."

There was something in her voice that Y/N couldn't quite place. Normally she would have been good at that kind of thing, but the stress of moving must have made her rusty. 'What a shame, one of the only good things I inherited from my parents and it's disappearing.' If Y/N was to be what they wanted, then she would need to bring back her skills of a ruthless businesswoman like her mother. Cunning, manipulative, and able to read someone with a single glance. The manipulative part seemed to still be intact, unlike the other two.

She had no idea why her parents would have wanted her to grow up and be like them if they were just going to hand her off as a trophy wife to someone she barely knew. It made slight sense - a relationship between the future heir of Saikou and the daughter of Saikou America's CEO would signify unity across countries.

A buzz from her phone brought her back to the present, a text from Info.

Info My Beloved

Well, well, well. You might need my services soon. So many people seem to like you and it's only your first day! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

You don't need to pay anything, not yet at least. I am happy just talking to you, you're such a sweetheart!!

Of course, there are many people planning to confess to you under the cherry blossom tree, your beauty seems to have swayed them. I can't say I blame them ('-'*).

BUT do you want me to get rid of them for you?

Y/N

Get rid of them, how, exactly?

Info My Beloved

However you want, my dear. (-‿◦☀)

Y/N

Can you just like, I don't know, make them like someone else? Message them and tell them who has a crush on them, hate to say this, but maybe even lie about it??

Info My Beloved

That's eviel :0

*evile

**EVIL

snjkdhsjkdhsjkdhkshdka

On it!

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Aso's words rang quietly through her ears.

"Yes, I'm alright. Sorry, my parents are texting me." She quickly sat down and sighed, her arms folding in front of her chest. Aso took a seat next to her, casually leaning his arms on the table.

"Taeko?" A meek voice sounded behind the ravenette, all three of them turning to look. "Sorry if I was interrupting anything."

There was a boy, clearly a second-year, holding about three dark books. His hair was long and slightly curled at the ends. His eyebrows furrowed together, the light purple of his eyes shining against his pale skin that was quickly reddening at the attention.

"No, you're fine, Oko." Taeko shot him a soft smile, taking on a sisterly role towards him. "What did you need?"

"Oh, well, I was just, uhm, going to ask if you saw my gloves. I seemed to have left them yesterday." Y/N's eyes darted over to Taeko with an eyebrow raised. She shook her head knowingly.

"I did. I'll bring them to you tomorrow." Taeko cleared her throat and stood up, taking a place next to the navy-haired boy. "This is Oko Ruto. He tutors Hanako, my little brother, every Sunday. He is very nice, but a bit shy, so don't feel offended if he doesn't talk to you." All of her words seemed to be aimed toward the h/c-ette, despite looking at Oko for reassurance on what she said, earning a nod in return. "And you already know Aso. But this is Y/N. She and I have been friends since we were tiny and she moved to America about ten years ago and she is back, thankfully." Taeko playfully glared and wagged a finger at her. "She had us all worried that she was gone for good, but here she is when we need her the most!"

"You're welcome." Y/N put a bright smile on her face and elbowed Aso lightly as he laughed. "It's great to meet you, Oko. What do you tutor Hanako in?"

"Well, it's mostly history, but we do talk about math occasionally." His hands fiddled with the fingers of his fully black gloves.

"Oh, I might need you to tutor me!" That statement, while untrue, made Aso and Taeko laugh quietly, Oko sheepishly smiling and hiding his face behind one of his humongous books. His hands moved to adjust his hold and the girl caught a glance of a gold engraved pentagram on a maroon cover.

'So he's into the occult. Good to know.'

During the remainder of Study Hall, the four students all sat around the table and just chatted quietly, a random outburst from the table next to them interrupting their conversations about every five minutes. At around the sixth time, Y/N glared over at the group, noticing a man with a side ponytail holding what looked like a script.

"That's the drama club. They're probably arguing over what play to perform. Last year it was The Phantom of the Opera. I have to admit, it was an amazing performance. Kizano Sunobu, the one standing up, had the starring role as the phantom. Even though I don't particularly like the guy, his voice is gorgeous." Aso looked around at the drama club with an indifferent expression.

"They'll probably choose Romeo and Juliet. I've heard that's the club leader's favorite." Taeko calmly raised her head from her book and rested her chin on her fist. "Not a bad choice, but there's definitely better options out there."

Y/N continued glancing at the drama club until the club leader made eye contact with her. He smirked and waved slightly while she looked away as fast as she could. About ten minutes later, the bell rang and everyone was off to take a fifteen minute break between classes.

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"Finally, the last class of the day. I hate the start of new semesters. Don't you?" Raibaru took a second and paused at her seat, setting her bag down slowly. "Well, I suppose it's worse for you. Being at a new school and all that." She smiled and shook her head slightly, sitting down.

Y/N glanced around the room, taking note of the occult person she met earlier sitting in front of her. "It isn't all that bad. At least I know some people, so I'm not entirely new." Raibaru tilted her head at the thought and hummed in agreement. "Anyways, I'm excited for psychology. What do you know about the teacher?"

"Well, this is the only psychology period, so Akademi hired a nurse in training to teach it for a quarter of the semester, while they work in the actual nurse's office the rest of the day. Don't we all love a promising college student?" She beamed at the idea and giggled softly.

"Yes, we do." A moment later, the room fell silent at the sight of a pink-haired man walking into the room. He looked winded, his cheeks flushed.

He took a moment to calm himself, clearly doing a breathing exercise while his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "So sorry, everyone. I had to run across campus. The time in the nurse's office is wrong - it's, like, seven minutes behind. Sorry, again. First days are hard." He continued to mumble about the clock in the office and began to prepare for class, laying his things on his desk.

"Keep in mind that this is the first class I have ever taught. For those of you who don't know, I'm Mujo Kina. I am majoring in psychology at the college here and was chosen to help you all learn about the study of the brain and why it reacts and functions the way it does. I hope you all enjoy hearing about it at least as half as much as I do, considering it is one of my special interests." He huffed, clearly losing his breath again. Mr. Kina began to search for something in his bag, fumbling with it once he found it. He took two puffs out of a bright red inhaler and slumped into his desk chair.

"Since it's the first day, I had planned a series of icebreakers. And I know that no one likes doing those, but we all need to warm up a bit. Be social, no matter how much we don't want to." The class, Y/N included, sighed and looked at the respective people they knew. Raibaru glanced at her, amused. She rolled her eyes playfully and scoffed. "So, I can tell you all are excited. I want you to turn to the person behind you and pair up to discuss your favorite class so far and why it's your favorite. Have fun!"

Since there were two people behind Y/N pairing up, she was left with Oko. He turned his head shyly and waved. "What a coincidence seeing you here. It's been ages since I last saw you. How have you been?"

He laughed slightly and hid his face in his hands. "Well, you know, I've been alright in the years that I haven't seen you. Uhm, I guess we actually have to talk about our classes. So far, mine has been World History, which is mostly just anthropology. I like learning about people and different cultures, so that's definitely why it's my favorite. What's your favorite class?"

"Alright. My favorite has been Chemistry." Oko cut her off by asking if the lab had been destroyed, quickly apologizing after. "Yes, the lab is sealed off for now, so we have to spend our classes in the library. I love the study of chemistry in itself, but I also like the people in it too. I also love your explanation for the history thing. I, too, love the study of people. Plus one of my friend's favorite classes is history." She paused briefly to look at the teacher at the front. "I have it second period, what about you?"

"Oh, I have it first. Great way to wake up, considering I am always tired." He chuckled and Y/N faked a small laugh with him. A minute later, he followed where she was looking to see Mr. Kina scribbling something on a sheet of paper. "He seems... a bit nervous." The girl looked over Oko's shoulder to see him picking at his fingernails.

She laughed, laying her head on her desk. "Definitely more than a bit." She propped her chin on her hand and looked up at Oko. "Can't blame him, though. Teenagers are ruthless." Oko looked somewhat melancholic as he mumbled an agreement.

The first icebreaker took about twenty minutes before Mr. Kina prompted them with another question. Oko and Y/N chose to ignore the questions and sat in silence, occasionally interrupted with comments on classmates or the teacher himself.

Observers bond with other observers.

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finally the previously existing chapters are merged and edited, now onto actually writing new material!! (forgive me if it takes a bit longer to upload now)

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eltramuffinz · 1 year

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Alrighty, for those who were interested in it, this one’s for you.

Introducing… the summary of my future Itto x Reader fic!

Like a Bull in a Kimono Shop (An Arataki Itto x Reader story)

This is the story of a human and an oni.

Meet Reader, although they usually go by the nickname Weaver. Weaver is a person of Watatsumi Island, born and raised on the island of coral and pearls.

A few years after the end of the civil war between Watatsumi and Narukami and the termination of the Vision Hunt Decree, Weaver bravely made the decision to move to Narukami so they could follow their passion.

Just what is their passion? It’s kimonos! That’s why they feel so incredibly lucky they managed to earn a job working for Ms Ogura, the city’s best kimono maker and designer.

But things aren’t all happy for them. Scars have been left on Weaver from the civil war, and attitudes of those of Narukami towards those of Watatsumi are mixed at best. Despite negotiations between the two islands resolving and moving forward towards peace between the two cultures, tensions and deep-set attitudes are hard to simply erase.

Feeling often like a fish out of water, far from home and those of their culture, it could be said that Weaver has forgotten what it means to truly smile.

Meet Arataki Itto, a crimson oni known by a list of titles and nicknames so long that it would be a tremendous task to list them all, but his favourite is undoubtedly Arataki ‘Head Honcho of the Arataki Gang’ Itto!

The oni’s ultimate goal in life is simple: show the world that his kind aren’t the evil demons that prejudiced perspectives and stories would have the humans believe, and that their kinds can live in harmony and mutual respect.

Over the years his influence has been noticeable; he is celebrated as a hero by the blue oni race for bringing them out of hiding, and helping them to establish a village of their own in the Inazuman wilderness.

As for the humans… well, they still need a bit more work in his opinion. Mark his words though, he won’t rest until every human in Inazuma knows just how awesome the oni are!

It might have been a few years since the Vision Hunt Decree ended, but if asked, his second in command Kuki Shinobu would tell you that Itto really hasn’t changed all that much since then.

He’s still the same goofy, fun-loving, somewhat-of-a-delinquent oni (his words not hers).

At the end of the day he has big ambitions at heart, but nothing brings Itto more happiness than making people smile.

Both Weaver and Itto face similar challenges of being viewed as ‘different’ in their day to day lives. But, with the support of each other and their friends, perhaps they can manage to navigate the ever-changing social environment within the Nation of Eternity.

Maybe they can even manage to save the nation from certain doom as an ancient power threatens to tear the Three Realms of Teyvat apart at the seams in the process.

But that’s jumping the gun just a tad.

This is the story of a human and an oni. One that explores the juxtaposition yet fundamental parallelism of two different two souls trying to find and accept their identity.

And just maybe… they’ll fall in love along the way.

Soooo what do you think! The fic will be coming… at an unforeseeable time in the future 😭 I’m sorryyyy I’m hyped to write it myself, but as always, reality and work has to be a thing 💔

I’m still happy to finally show you all this summary, and I hope that you’re looking forward to it in the future! 💚

#itto x reader #i just want itto fluff #genshin impact itto x reader #arataki itto genshin #itto fanfiction #arataki itto x reader

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bizkitsnuggets · 1 month

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KUJO, THE BLUE TANG.

masterlist.

No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. I take it back. I do care about who my partner is!

Poor [Y/N] internally screamed. This was a nightmare. Maybe not so much for the jealous girls who immediately stared daggers at [Y/N] after hearing the teacher announce that. But for her, it is.

‘Cause that means she has to deal with emo delinquent first hand. She already knew that she was definitely going to fail this class. First of all, [Y/N] and Jotaro had never interacted with each other. Well, other than creepy eye contacts throughout the year.

But that was it! [Y/N] couldn’t be bothered about some jacked up delinquent guy. And Kujo Jotaro couldn’t give a single shit about an ordinary girl at some shitty school he goes to.

And this also means that [Y/N] has to actually communicate with her mouth, not her eyes. Sure, she has experience conversing with customers at the tea shop but those were strangers. And none of them were bad boys who smoke and skip class and have ten belts on their waists.

“Alright, that’s all! Now let me actually talk about the project.” The teacher spoke, gaining everyone’s attention. “You’ll all have to create a cardboard presentation about an animal of your choosing. It must include its origin, habitat, population, and fun facts! You are free to decorate your presentation in any way you want. Just nothing inappropriate, please.” He finished explaining.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes involuntarily, dreading the moment when she has to discuss with Jotaro later. Despite hating the fact that she has to work with Jotaro, she more so hates the fact that she’ll have one missing assignment. What’s worse? Working with tall emo, or not having all your assignments completed?

She let out a sigh of distress, taking out her pencil and notebook from under the desk and strategically planning steps about how to talk to Jotaro. Was it necessary? Yes. Very much so.

“Oh, by the way, this project will contribute 50% to your scores so if you don’t submit it… say goodbye to graduating.”

Oh, suck my ass.

Once the bell rang, indicating the second lunch break, [Y/N] quickly cleaned up her desk and chased after Jotaro who was already out of the classroom. This was basically like an elephant and mouse chase, reversed.

“Kujo!” The girl managed to breathe out once their proximity was close enough. Jotaro stopped in response to hearing his surname being called out. [Y/N] catches up to him and composes herself before speaking to him again. “Hey, uh.”

Shit, nice going [Y/N]

She was now face to face with Kujo Jotaro. His muscular frame looming over her. She didn’t know if it was the atmosphere or the gaze he had, but if anyone was passing by, they’d think [Y/N] and Jotaro were going to have a brawl.

Damn, for someone who smokes ten cigarettes every day, he looks pretty healthy.

“So…” [Y/N] started, looking up at him as she spoke. “When are you free—”

“Shut up”

“Excuse me—”

Jotaro grunted, “shut the fuck up, you’re noisy”. He gives her the nastiest glare a man could ever have and leaves to probably have a smoke break. “What the actual fuck…” The dumbfounded girl mumbled to herself as she stood there as if Jotaro had just revealed that he was batman. The girl was lost, to say the least.

Well, that was fucking rude. So much for running all the way here.

The girl sulked as she made her way back to her classroom. Passing by a certain someone’s locker and kicking it as hard as she can.

“Ow!”

Maybe Jotaro had a bad day. Maybe, just maybe, he was having a bad day and is in one of his moods right now. This isn’t the end of the world. We can still try this tomorrow. There’s still another chance.

Truth to be told, [Y/N] was one hundred and one percent sure this wasn’t going to work and she’d have to be held back a year because some stupid kid couldn’t cooperate with her.

That man already looks like an asshole, acting like one isn’t helping him or anyone at this matter. Looking like you have an attitude is one thing, but actually having an attitude is another. Damn, did this frustrate the girl.

It definitely agitated her because she was glaring onto the vase of flowers on the teachers desk while squeezing her juice box like a mad man.

Count your days, Kujo.

#jotaro x you #jjba jotaro #jojo jotaro #jjba part 4 #jotaro x reader

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