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[mytokyodebunker]

Asking The Ghouls To Do Your Hair

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai

Jin… Doesn't know. Probably hands it off to Tohma- I'm just joking…UNLESS-. He's actually pretty caring of others so he might learn one or two different braids but that's it. He seems like he's probably good at putting your hair in a clip or a bun but nothing else.

Tohma Ishibashi

Tohma…..He would be good at it probably. If not, then surprise!!! He is now. He's used to taking care of Jin anyways, adding hairstyles or braiding to that list wouldn't be that bad.

Kaito Fuji

Kaito would absolutely love to do it but he would probably be bad at it. He's SCREAMING at the fact that he's touching your hair with your permission, extremely happy the entire time. Might be confused during the process but he's not complaining at all.

Lucas 'Luca' Errant

He doesn’t know but won't give up until he knows every hairstyle humanly possible. Every time he asks you with earnest eyes to let him practice again, and every hairstyle is more elaborate than the last. The process is always long and painful on your scalp, but the end result never disappoints!

Vagastrom

Alan Mido

Our young grandpa himbo. We all know he wouldn't know how and he would rather not accidentally hurt you in any way, even if you flinch at the slightest tug, he'll stop immediately.

Leo Kurosagi

Leo knows different hair styles, but doesn't know how to execute it. He knows what's trending and what looks good on a person. Little bastard wouldn't give the advice until you mess up though.

Shohei 'Sho' Haizono

He wouldn't know until he get comfortable with your hair and he'll pick up on it after awhile. The type to learn quickly. Alternatively, he does Leo's hair when Leo makes him do it, and he always does a good job. Very gentle.

He also strikes me as Leo's unwilling makeup artist and lighting/photoshoot assistant so you know that he has some sort of experience.

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara

He's the best person to ask if you want someone to brush your hair nicely (and quickly), since he's the one who grooms all the animals at Jabberwock. Can't do much else to your hair - maybe add a bow? Would still somehow injure himself in the process though.

Towa Otonashi

Surprisingly good at hair. Would probably also put flowers in it too while he's doing it. Sunny sunny day the entire time....may or may not eat the flowers while it's in your hair. He knows One (1) style and proceeds to make everyone he can get his hands on look like a fairy princess. There's no choice.

Ren Shiranami

Doesn't know. Doesn't WANT to know. Frankly, he is offended you asked him. He hasn't touched a comb in ages, his hair is short enough and it'll get messed up again anyway.

If anything, you would be combing his hair. But be warned, he will loudly complain whenever you get the comb caught on a tangle.

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami

Taiga….Nope. He will pull and tug on your hair. Forget anything about braiding or any hair styles, he'll fuck up your hair worse than you ever could. Taiga would rip your hair out or else cut the tangles out with scissors if you ever asked.

Romeo Lucci

He had strong opinions about your hair (and the rest of your look) from the start, so if you let him he'll give you a full makeover.

he'll know what your face shape needs and wash & style your hair nicely, then complain that your skin is crap and give you a facial and apply your makeup, then put you in a better outfit so that your shitty clothes don't ruin his hard work. Then make you work the casino floor because his services don't come for free and no he won't pay you. Do you have any idea how much the perfume you're wearing costs?

Ritsu Shinjo

Doesn't know. Could learn. Will he though? Probably not, it's nothing he needs to be a lawyer. If you insist, then he proceeds to over-gel your hair while you die inside. Later, he'll genuinely ask why you haven't asked him a second time.

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami

Subaru would say he doesn’t know anything about hair but if you insist then maybe he'll just brush it out for you, but secretly he probably knows all of the theatre hairstyles for kabuki. He prefers leaving your hair loose though.

Haku Kusanagi

He can, and is ridiculously smooth at it too. No head pain, can tell if you've got a sensitive scalp, knows all of the staple styles - ponytail, bun, braid. It's strangely therapeutic to get your hair done by him, like spending time with a big sibling.

Zenji Kotodama

Zenji would make some rendition of maiko and geisha hairstyles but with his own spin on it, but it will take hours and your scalp will be screaming at you and he won't shut up all through the process. He would spout off poetry while at it. Might sing too. If you don't like his voice, too bad he's doing it every time he does your hair if he gets the chance.

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami

He insists that he, a genius doctor, is adept at everything that requires dexterity, but he refuses to spend his incredibly precious time braiding your hair. Suggest he's not actually that good, and he'll change tune. He'll sit you down and plait your hair with perfect surgical precision (ha), then demand endless praise and fawning.

Jiro Kirisaki

Doesn’t know. Probably hasn't used a comb before. He could learn, but that's so much effort. Thinks it'd be easier for both of you if you just cut it all off.

Obscuary

Rui Mizuki

Rui won't touch your hair, because he's worried about his curse, but he'd notice right away when you change your hair. He'll happily compliment it, and might suggest hairstyles he'd love to see you wear in the future.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Bruce Wayne and some kind of fluff thing please?

Top-down in a convertible, sunshine, and a beautiful woman in a sundress next to him- it almost made him forget that he was older than you were.

Almost.

Until he looked in the mirror and saw the grey at his temples when he glanced behind him.

Still. It was... Intoxicating. He couldn't help it as you sang the love songs on your play list at him. It didn't matter that earlier in the week when you were dressed down and taking the kids shopping a reporter mistook you FOR A NEW KID.

It wasn't exactly a May-December romance but... still. The constant implication he was a cradle robber was getting to him. You had a career before he married you and you had to quit. You'd been a model and an actress. But- now you were a housewife. An unconventional one, sure but-

He pulled off on to an over look and turned the radio down so you could admire the view and the sunset for a moment, "Sweetheart," he started, taking your hand to kiss it, "Are you happy?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you ask him, turning his hand over to kiss his palm.

He smiled a little and tilted your chin up smoothing wind blown hair out of your face before he took off your sun glasses, "Is that a press-facing answer or how you really feel?"

"Bruce," you laugh, "the only thing I want more of is laid. But we have a house full of kids and you have a whole double life to deal with- I'll just have to cope."

"My poor neglected wife," he purred, nipping your lip before he kissed you. "I'd like to remind you we don't have kids tonight."

"We didn't have kids last night and you were brooding-"

Bruce smiled ruefully, "I was too busy feeling old and sorry for myself," he admitted.

"Is that all?"

"All?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"I could have spent the night reminding you it didn't bother me when we got married-"

"It might someday," he pointed out.

"Bruce," you snort, "My grandma married someone old enough to be her dad and they were happily married until he died and had like 6 kids. No one thinks you're my dad. People are just really concerned about what goes on in our bedroom."

"6 kids?"

"Listen Brucie," you pout, "This was before birth control. You keep bringing them home. The most you're getting out of me is one and then I'm getting a mommy makeover."

"Two would-"

"You're out all night," you remind him, "and if you're not sleeping all day you're-"

"Okay," he said holding his hands up in surrender as he stole another kiss, grinning. "Point taken."

"But back to my only complaint. We don't have kids tonight at all and I want-"

"And I want a happy wife," he promised, "pulling out his phone to cancel the reservations. Room service and champagne in the jacuzzi it is."

[azure-lily24]

Just thinking about having one of the men be your neighbor. Whether it be Price being an absolute gentleman of a neighbor or Ghost just being his usual black cat self (or even a fic of Single dad! Soap)

Idk I just really love this idea

So here’s my take on Neighbor!Gaz :D

Context (Or warnings?): Reader uses She/her pronouns, Reader has a service dog that makes sure no one gets too close to her and helps with regulating her panic attacks, Kyle being his sweet self

~~

Mentally thanking whoever gave you three days off from working almost a whole week in a row, it took nearly a day to pack everything up and making sure your mail was being transferred to the right address, and then the next day you finally moved out of your crappy neighborhood to a new neighborhood. You sigh as you lock the door when your cousins leave after helping move your furniture in.

Walking over to your sofa, you flop on your stomach as Honey, your Doberman, comes over to check on you. She comes and joins you on the sofa, settling between your legs and resting her head on your thigh.

You chuckle and reach back and rub her on the head. “Are you tired from all of this moving? Me too, girlie..”, you smile as you hear a sigh come from her

You stay like this for a couple of minutes, then get up and start unpacking. Moving to first unpack your kitchen, then moving to put stuff away in your bathroom and then finally unpacking in your room.

Putting your clothes away and then giving your room a makeover to fit your aesthetic..

~~

Few hours later of setting everything up, you just lay on the floor of your room and sigh to yourself. Honey comes in the room and makes her place on your bed. You sit up and look at her and then look at your phone.

“Almost 11 pm?! Wow.. I was productive” you smile to yourself and then contemplate, “Should I shower now or tomorrow? Eh, I’ll just shower, I’m too tired..”

And with that, you get up and settle in next to Honey and turn off the lights and go to sleep..

~~

Next day rolls around as Honey wakes you up, signaling she wanted to go out. Getting up and rubbing your face, you walk out and slip on your shoes and exit your home.

Walking around the neighborhood, Honey walks around off-leash as she bounds around in the grass along the sidewalk. You smile as she takes in her surroundings.

A few people walk by, also going for a walk in the morning. Some compliment Honey and her ability to walk off-leash, but when they try to get close to her or you, she leans away from people or loops around you to keep people away from you.

Sure you get a couple of weird looks but you just smile and shrug it off.

~~

After walking around the neighborhood and Honey handling her “business”, you get back to your home and see a man getting out of his car and taking out a few duffel bags. He seemed to be in the military as you see that the duffel bags were all the same beige color.

He also seemed to have a military build as he walked up to his door, which was next to your own. “Did I just move in next to a military dude? I did, huh..”, as I thought to myself.

He opened his door and set his bags down and turned to get the other bag he left in his car when he noticed you and nodded towards you. His expression seemed quite reserved at first until he noticed Honey appearing at your side, staring him down.

His lips then curled up into a smirk and he held up his hands in surrender. “Relax pretty girl, I’m just getting my things”

You chuckle as you pat Honey on the head. “He won’t do anything Honey, at ease love..” The man’s eyes widen a bit when he sees Honey loops around you and look up at you with an open mouth smile and he smiled at you, “Did you teach her that?”

You look up at him and tilt your head in curiosity, “Teach her what?” “At ease?”, you smile and nod. He chuckles and grabs his bag and walks back to his door, “That’s really adorable”

You nod and walk up to your door and unlock it. His eyes widen and his smile grows wider, “New neighbor too? Well then, I wonder if I should introduce myself”

You smile and let Honey inside and nod, introducing yourself first, “Y/n, and that was my dog, Honey”

He nods and sets down his bag inside, “Nice to meet you Y/n, name’s Kyle”

You decide to push aside your thoughts and ask a question, “By any chance, are you in the military?”, Kyle nods and replies, “I’m actually a Sargent”

Your eyes widen, but your attention was immediately diverted when Honey barked at you and huffed in annoyance. You chuckle and quickly end the conversation with Kyle, “Sorry, looks like Honey wants her breakfast now, I’ll see you later, maybe”

Kyle chuckles and nods as you walk in and close your door behind you. You smile to yourself and walk to your kitchen to prepare food for Honey.

~~

After eating breakfast, you take a look at your new home and smile. Feeling quite happy and satisfied that you managed to find and nab a place like this; "And a cute Sargent next door..", you thought to yourself.

Then unconsciously, you start to scratch your leg, a habit that made you spiral down a dark rabbit hole a while ago.. Honey, on the other hand, walks over and paws at your hand, making you stop and realize what you were doing.

"Oh shoot, sorry girl.." you smile and pat her on the head. Honey keeps an eye on you as you ponder on what to do for the day.

"Okay since I go back to work tomorrow, what should I do..?", you question Honey as she looks at you and tilts her head in question. Then your phone starts ringing, picking it up and seeing that it was your father calling, you smile and answer.

Hearing your father's gruff voice on the other side brings it usual sense of peace to you as he asks how have you been and if moving in went well. You replied with happy and satisfied responses and direct the conversation to him, asking if he is well and all…

~~

The day went by after that call with your father hours ago, clouds pass as Honey naps in between your legs. You sat on the sofa watching a video of some youtuber. As the video played, you can’t help but think about the Sargent next door..

The interaction you had earlier replaying in your mind. “He’s in the military and he’s a Sargent.. and by the looks of the bags he had brought in, he’s probably not home a lot.. but if that is the case, then how does he manage his home??” You shake your head as you try to stop thinking too hard about someone you’ve just met.

~~

After making and eating a simple meal, you decide to go for another walk, taking Honey with you to burn off some energy.

Walking around your new and unfamiliar neighborhood at night is rather interesting. Some neighbors have hangings lights going from their porch to surroundings trees, lights up pathways.

Looking up in the sky at the stars as Honey sniffed around, staying close to you, you continued on your walk.

~~

The next day rolls around as you wake up to your alarm blaring in your ear and Honey stirring at your feet. Feeling dazed, you shut off your alarm and slowly get up and make your way to your bathroom to get ready.

Showering and getting ready, and making yourself look work-appropriate with ease as Honey watches. You quickly let her out to relieve herself as you prepare a quick breakfast and her vest for her.

Letting her back in to eat as you munch on a granola bar, you quickly wipe and brush her down as she eats. Once she was done, you put on her vest and grab your keys and stuff and head out to go to work.

~~

Arriving at work, some of your co-workers greeted you and your dog, always delighted to see her. As you make your way to the back room to clock, you spotted one of your managers dealing with a "particular petty customer". You chuckle at their misfortune and continue walking.

After clocking in, you get to work, basically restocking shelves and organizing things. Whenever you were fully facing a shelf, Honey would sit facing backwards, watching anyone who walks by or steps into the aisle. A woman happened to walk into the aisle and saw you and the dog sitting at your feet, watching your back. As it was kind of normal for random people to come up to you and say that dogs weren't allowed in the store, you pointed to Honey's service dog vest and reminded them of the sign that was on the glass door when entering that service dogs were allowed.

Thankfully, most of the people either apologized for their misunderstanding or acknowledged it and backed away but of course, and sadly, there will always be that one person who just doesn't get the context or just doesn't listen to you at all, even though you have on a vest that shows that you work at the place and the vest that Honey has on.

However, the woman scoffed and got closer to you and started to shove her phone in your face for no reason at all. You quickly tried to back away as this started to stress you out. Honey started to bark and try her best to get the woman away from you but it worked to no avail as the woman continued to harass you when another person had intercepted. They got in front of you and blocked you away from the woman's further approaches. The woman looked offended and started to go on a rant about how your dog had bit her and how she was telling you that your dog wasn't allowed in the store since it was obviously feral and not trained. The person calmly moved her away and a manager, who heard the sudden outburst appeared and handled the situation and took the woman away.

After that was handled, the person turned back to check on you but was a bit surprised when they saw you sitting on the floor with Honey sitting between your legs and her, resting her head on your shoulder as you tried your best to calm down from the situation. The person walks closer and recognizes Honey and speaks up.

"Y/N?", you look up with teary eyes, then your eyes widen when you see Kyle in simple civilian clothes. You do a small wave and try to compose yourself to not break down in front of him. He crouches down a couple of feet away from you to give you your space and asks, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

His questions and him worrying about you would tug at your heartstrings.. if only you weren't trying to not have a panic attack at the moment. You shake your head and reply softly, "Just give me a minute and then I'll be fine" as you wrapped your arms around Honey's neck and breathe in and out, slowly.

Kyle nodded and backed away, walking a couple of more feet away from you to give you as much space as possible without completely letting you leave his sights. In and out, you breathed slowly as your mind started to calm down and your heart stops racing. You slowly stand up, Honey watching you closely as you stand. Kyle takes notice and looks at you and looks at you in question and gives you a thumbs up. You nod and give him a thumbs up, he nods and smiles and walks away to continue with his day.

You sigh and mentally facepalm that your neighbor had not only, seen you at your workplace, but also almost seen you have a panic attack. Man was that embarrassing..

~~

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

It’s the early 1950s, and the world of custom cars is booming with excitement. In the midst of this automotive frenzy, one car stands out—the Polynesian. Crafted in 1952 by the talented folks at Valley Customs in Burbank, California.

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

This special car was ordered by Jack Stewart, a car lover from Canton, Ohio. Fresh from military service, Stewart fell in love with custom cars when he saw Dunn’s Ford at the Motorama show in Los Angeles.

The Exciting Transformation

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

Completely captivated, Stewart got in touch with Neil Emory and Clayton Jensen of Valley Custom. He had a dream to transform his ’50 Oldsmobile 88, and over nine months, the car underwent an incredible makeover.

The changes included a 4-inch body section, a redesigned front, unique fender skirts, and a cool front bumper/grille made from a ’47 Olds bumper. The headlights got a special touch, and ’52 Studebaker taillights were treated the same way.

Emory and Jensen, who were true experts, used hammer-welding and metal-finishing to make the car look fantastic, ending with a beautiful orchid metallic finish.

In the Limelight

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

Debuting in Hot Rod magazine in September 1953, the Polynesian became a star. It even won ‘best of show’ at the first Michigan Auto Rama in 1953, proving it was a showstopper. The car appeared in many magazines and books, becoming famous in the world of custom cars.

A Mysterious Disappearance and a Glorious Comeback

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

But like many classic cars, the Polynesian disappeared mysteriously, hiding away in storage for a long time where it faced the effects of time. It wasn’t until 2005 that a dedicated owner decided to restore it to its former glory carefully.

Under the Hood

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

Beneath the shiny exterior is the powerful heart of the Polynesian—a strong 324 cubic-inch Oldsmobile V8 engine. With a .030 overbore, egge cast aluminum pistons, and a 9:1 compression ratio, this engine brings the iconic custom coupe to life.

In essence, the Polynesian tells a story of a time when people put their hearts and skills into making timeless cars.

With its triumphant return, this Oldsmobile 88 Holiday 2-door coupe keeps capturing the imaginations of car lovers, showing that classic custom cars will always be fascinating.

1950 Oldsmobile Polynesian Coupe

[harlowsbby]

Snooze

“I can’t lose when I’m with you.” - Sza

“Here you go cheating again this is why I can’t play simple games like Uno with you.” You pouted and tossed down the card games while Jack laughed.

The two of you were in New York City for the weekend, Jack had a few things to take care of but by the amount of rain all of his meetings were called off for the day which you were secretly happy about because all you wanted to do was stay inside and watch endless movies with him.

“You wanna play another board game Jack? Or do you wanna do something else.” You stated as you went ahead and put back the Uno cards.

“Whatever you wanna do baby it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled as he leaned back into the bed his chain hanged loosely on his bare chest and his gray sweats hung loosely on his waist.

“Anything?” You smirked and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“What about I give you a little makeover?” You asked him and before he could say anything you were digging through your luggage for your makeup bag.

Once you found it you sat on top of him, his hands kept your steady as you placed the makeup bag beside him before getting out your tweezers and a few pimple patches and placing them on his chest.

“What’s all this?” He asked as you held up the tweezers. “These are tweezers and I’m gonna help you shape up your eyebrows a bit they look a bit wild right now.”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed together. “Uh I don’t think so baby, I’m a man I don’t need my eyebrows all shaped up and shit what do I look like?” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You act like I’m going to fill them in I’m just plucking a few hairs at the top that have been bugging me that’s all, I’m not shaping them or anything you’ll still be looking like a damn squirrel.” You joked and he pinched your hips making you hiss.

“What was that for?” You groaned and leaned forward so you’d be able to see the hairs you needed to pluck. “For being a smart ass.” Surprisingly he was very quiet and wasn’t moaning and groaning while you were doing his eyebrows.

“Now that we’re done with that I’m gonna apply these pimple patches to a few of your friends I’ve seen growing on your face.” He gasped.

“That wasn’t very nice babe.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh well you’ll be fine.”

Jack watched as you stuck your tongue out due to you concentrating. He found so much joy and comfort in doing little silly things like this with you. He never thought in a million years he’d be laid up with someone as special as you.

You’re the only person he’d allow to pluck his eyebrows even though he didn’t really enjoy it or that it made him feel manly, as long as it brought you enjoyment and entertainment he’d do it a million times more.

“There you go.” You smiled and nodded in approval at the pimple patches.

“How long do these stay on my face?” He asked you. “You keep them on overnight.” You stated and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till your stomach rumbled.

“You hungry?” Jack laughed and reached out for the menu that had everything room service had to offer. “Just a little.” You mumbled shyly.

“What do you want to eat.” You took the menu out his hands. “You wanna get chicken strips and fries?” He nodded his head. “Sounds good to me baby. What are we gonna do till it gets here?”

“I can give you a little facial? With a few of my skincare products.” He nodded his head and leaned back into the pillow as you started getting your products ready.

“I’m gonna apply this green tea mask to your skin it’s supposed to clear up pores and give you glass type skin.”

“Sounds good babe.” You gently applied the mask along his cheeks, forehead and chin. “Now I’m gonna place these little under eye ask under your eyes they help with the puffiness.”

“You’re saying I got baggy eyes now? Last time I checked people giving facials didn’t point out their clients insecurities.” He joked and you slapped his chest slightly.

“Oh just hush I’m helping you get a little 24 hour glow up you should be happy I’m not charging you any interest.” He couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re silly baby you know that.”

“Hmm whatever.” The two of you were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Jack can you get the door.” His eyes widened. “Baby I’m not going up there with all of this on my face ain’t no way.” You pouted. “All I have on is these little shorts and a tank top do you really want him to see me like this.” You stated and Jack sighed.

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you.” You giggled as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“Room service for Jack Har-.” The guy stopped talking as he did a double take on Jack. “You’re girl?” He questioned with a slight laugh.

“What gave it away.” Jack mumbled. “The heart shaped pimple patches.” He pointed out and Jack groaned but took the food and made his way back to you.

“Heart shape pimple patches really babe?” You shrugged your shoulders and snatched a fry.

“What? It’s all I had but come on let’s eat I’m starving.” You grabbed your food and started digging in.

Jack would never admit it but he liked being pampered from time to time. Even though you tended to be a pain at times he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way. He knew with you by his side he could never lose.

(Hope you guys enjoy 💘 this will be my last little fluff for a bit I need to get back to the angst sorry y’all 💀)

[jell0buss-37]

you are doing gods work with all of this peter b. parker content, thank you for your service!

can I request peter b. parker headcanons on how he deals with having a crush on the reader? a human disaster basically.

Thank you so much for liking my stories! I love this idea, and rather than my usual friends to lovers approach for Peter B, I decided to make it more of a celebrity crush 😉

Part 1, Part 2

Reporter!Peter B having a crush on Actress!Reader!

He's such a cutie patootie

As an avid horror movie fan, of course he knew about you

You were one of the top scream queens in some of the most iconic slasher, monster, paranormal, etc. Films

It was always a secret dream of his when he joined the Daily Bugle to one day do an interview with any actor

As a man who can't act at all himself, he's always been envious of those who can

Putting on a mask was the closest he ever got to being someone else

He totally has a Pinterest board of your different characters

Totally doesn't have a poster he commissioned of your role in a zombie movie sitting in his room

Is totally the type to have a bunch of edits of you saved in his phone

For one birthday his buddy Ned got him this joke shirt with your face on it saying "I love Lana Del Rey" with pictures of you on it (I have a shirt of Pedro Pascal that says "I love Timothee Chalamet" on it)

Always joked that if he ever met you, he'd cry

That was until he got the chance to actually interview

He has never volunteered quicker to handle a report about someone that wasn't spiderman

Bro went on a whole makeover day immediately to get himself looking spic and span for you

Fresh new cut, clean shaved, new suit, new cologne

Plus a pedicure but he'll never admit that

He binged all of your best roles and wrote down so many different questions for the interview and quizzed himself on trivia

Has a bunch of questions from "fans" on note cards

"Peter... Are you fans?"

The interview is basically over your career and what's next for you and some of your personal life

On the day of the interview he was so excited and nervous

He's thought of a million different scenarios that could happen, one of them being that you'd fall madly in love with him

He was also scared you'd be snotty and mean

No matter what, he was a big fan and honored to do this interview for you

The interview was basically in a coffee shop. It wasn't anything that was gonna be recorded or anything, so he didn't have to worry about looking all macho in front of a camera. That and this way he can ask even more questions

He planned to get there at least an hour early, way too excited. And he didn't want you to wait

Was beyond shocked and thrown off by you already being there, waiting before ordering

Had he gotten the wrong time???

Had he been late???

How long were you waiting!?

Yet all he could do was stand frozen in front of the entrance, his mouth hung open, staring at you with wide eyes

You were reading a book, looking so peaceful and patient

He was scared that he had built up this image of you in his mind, and that reality wouldn't add up to his fantasy

But seeing you right there, who could blame him for getting his hopes up

You feel eyes on you, and look up to see a man standing there and staring

You never understood why people would put you on this high pedestal, seeing you as some sort of savior, too scared to touch you

But you were always so grateful for your fans, hell, they were the reason you were where you were today

And so rather than getting uncomfortable, you simply smile, setting your book down, walking over to the door

Might as well make the first move

FUCK

Fuck fuck fuck

You were walking over oh god

His knees became weak, his palms suddenly sweaty

Before he could run away though, you had cracked the door open, peaking out at him

"Yes? Who is it?" You joked

It was so simple, but it felt like he had been slapped in the face. It was so... Cute

You opened the door all the way, holding a hand out to him in greeting

"You must be Peter B. Parker from the Bugle! I'm (Y/n)!"

".... U-uh hello name my Peter-"

WHAT

HUH

'nAmE mY pEtEr!??'

But you just laughed. Not at him, but you thought it was charming

Thank God

You explain that you'd been in the area searching for a book, and decided to sit in the shop and read it until he got there

You also noticed he was early, but didn't mention it

All he did was nod, keeping his mouth shut in gear he'd say something stupid again

You both go up to the counter, a teenager taking your order

You had placed your order, just a (favorite drink) and (favorite snack)

He commits it to memory

You give his arm a squeeze, telling him you'll wait at the table you got for you guys

Holy shit she's touching him-

He swallows thickly, nodding and smiling at you

"You good dude? I wouldn't worry. All first dates are awkward." The teen tells him

His heart skips at the thought of this being a date, his face going red

He places his order, and the teen gasses him up, being a hype man

"You got this dude!!"

Thank you kid

He shakes off his previous nervousness, his nerve and confidence coming back to him

He finds that your actually a lot more nice and quiet than he thought

You always played confident, loud characters, occasionally a dumb bimbo, and only sometimes were you the quiet character

He always liked those roles the most. They felt more real

You told him everything, listening to all of his questions carefully, indulging in his geeky theories

"You know, I've never told anyone this, but I actually love reading the fanfiction that my fans make for me."

His face lights up at this, and he promises to keep that out of the interview

You even ask him questions about himself, to which he tells you, albeit a bit shyly

But you listen with so much intent, his heart skips a beat again

By the end of the interview, it felt like you two had known eachother forever

He didn't even get to bust out his note cards of nerdy questions, but he wasn't complaining

"Wow, we got that done so fast! Honestly, it'd be a shame to waste the evening. Would you maybe wanna go get a bite to eat?"

It's as if one of his enemies had thrown him against a wall and knocked the wind from his lungs

YOU??? Asking HIM out!??

"Ha- I, uh, food good yes-"

PETER-

"O-oh! Great! I know this great Italian restaurant a couple blocks that way, I just know it'll blow your socks off!"

He was fangirling so hard right now

Let's just hope you don't wanna go back to his place afterwards though. He'd die of embarrassment at all of the memorabilia he has

[dauntlessdiva]

I'd Know Those Doe Eyes Anywhere

For @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up prompt: High School/College AU

Rating: G

CWs: Implied/Referenced Transphobia

Tags: College au, Trans Steve Harrington, Coming Out, First Kiss, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Halloween Parties

~♡~

Stevie had taken a few necessary years between high school graduation to finally starting her college education.

She used that time to save up some money through her minimum wage customer service jobs that she worked alongside her best friend and platonic soulmate, Robin Buckley.

With the money she squirrelled away in a savings account combined with the trust left to her by her grandparents, she finally moved out of Hawkins and into a small apartment in Indianapolis. With Robin as her roommate, obviously.

Now out from under her parents' thumbs, away from the watchful gaze that followed her everywhere in places where everyone knew each other, Stevie felt free to finally be herself in the anonymity of the big city.

And now that she'd fully made the social transition, and with her physical transition was under way, she felt that it was finally time to return to the world of academia. For better or for worse.

What she was not expecting was to run into an all too familiar face. Stevie couldn't recall exactly when Eddie Munson finally graduated from Hawkins High, but clearly he must have, or he wouldn't be squinting at her from the back of the class every Monday morning.

It would unnerve her if she thought he recognized her, but between the 'hot girl makeover' (Robin's words) and the fact that she'd changed her last name to her grandmother's name, she was fairly confident that he didn't know who Stevie Evelyn Marie even was.

Eddie didn't know what it was about that Stevie girl in his English class, but he showed up to his classes on Monday more often than any others before 12pm through the rest of the week.

Regardless of what was nagging at the back of his mind about her, Stevie was pretty. He still tended to lean more towards men than women, but he had eyes, and Stevie was easy to look at. She was shy and soft spoken, but she seemed to know the curriculum well and answered every question asked of her thoroughly and thoughtfully, but worded it in a way that even the dumbest of jocks could understand.

The thought of jocks had Steve Harrington coming to mind, and holy shit that's what it was! She looked like the spitting image of King Steve. If The Hair was a girl, he'd be Stevie Marie. But what if? No, it couldn't be. Unless? Steve did, famously, skip town with Robin Buckley of all people, and has yet to make a reappearance. Was this why? Not that he could blame them for leaving either way, Hawkins was a hell hole that he'd been more than happy to leave in his rear view.

Stevie hadn't planned on coming to the campus halloween, but now that she was here, she didn't want to be anywhere else. With Robin as her plus one, she felt confident enough to flirt with a few of her classmates, even going so far as to wink when she'd made eye contact with Eddie from across the room.

The next moment he was standing beside her, and just like that they were laughing and chatting like old school friends catching up and talking with a familiarity hitherto unknown (yes, hitherto, Stevie knew her vocab words).

So of course with everything going so well, Stevie's brain had to betray her. She could see Eddie lean in to kiss her and before she could think about it she was pushing him away with a muttered 'sorry' and rushing off to the nearest bathroom.

"Stevie? Are you in there?" Eddie called out before cautiously stepping into the communal bathroom. "Stevie, if this is about what I think it is, then you should know that I don't care what gender you are." Oh god, Eddie knew! How did he know? He knew he should've picked a different first name, damn Robin for reassuring him that Stevie was fine. "But if this is about something else then you need to tell me, okay? I can't fix it if I don't know what I did wrong."

That finally broke through the panic spiral. "Re-really?" She spoke hesitantly, unlocking the door and poking her head out from the stall she'd run to. Eddie's worried face greeted her in the main area of the bathroom near the sinks. "D'you really mean it? About the-" she paused to take a breath- "the gender thing?"

Eddie's face softened instantly, cautiously walking forwards as he spoke, "yeah, baby. I'd know those doe eyes anywhere, on the face of the sporty boy who made me face my own bisexuality, or the kindest and most well spoken young woman in the whole damn college."

"You recognized me by my eyes?" Stevie asked, leaning in to the touch as Eddie's hands came out to hold her face.

"How else would I recognize such beauty, darling?" He asked, a kind smile gracing his face. Stevie wanted to kiss that sweet smile right off his handsome face, and before she knew what she was doing, she'd pulled him in to do just that.

"Finally!" Robin called out, startling the pair out of their kiss, both turning to look at her before they all burst out in laughter.

Yeah, Stevie was glad she decided to wait a while before entering college.

[jaded-jezz]

Secret Smiles

Hi, this is my first one-shot so I obviously had to have Jack Champion kick off this account! Let me know your opinions or requests too!

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

Jack Champion x F!Reader

☁︎ Fluff

summary: your relationship with Jack is still private so you communicate across events in different ways.

The Emmy Awards. I've heard that so much recently that its starting to sound like a made-up word. I still get goosebumps every time I remember I get to attend these prestigious awards with my cast, friends and-

"Y/N, as beautiful as you look right now, it is time to get up"

And- my boyfriend.

Jack and I have been together for almost 7 months and due to me living in England most of the time, we have been able to keep it a secret. Our relationship is like that Taylor Swift song “London Boy” but flipped. Because god he loves the English.

I give in to the whispering voice and slowly start to stretch to wake my body up. As I open my eyes I realize the curtains have been opened and warm yellow light is pouring down onto the mop of curls bouncing around me.

"Compliments already Champion?" I ask grinning as Jack whips around to see I'm awake now, "Maybe I should stay asleep forever if you think I look that good."

"Yeah but then all my bad jokes would never be laughed at again" he says as he walks towards me offering his arm and bowing slightly, "M'Lady, breakfast is waiting and it'll be cold if we don't hurry" he exclaims in his best British accent before grabbing my hand and pulling me through the hotel room in a fit of mischievous giggles.

He had ordered my favorite from room service and had it set in front of the window with a view of the beach in the distance. Although I woke up later than planned we were still ahead of schedule so we took our time eating and just talking to try and ignore the nerves for tonight.

A knock at the hotel door made us jump and we remembered Jack was supposed to stay in his own room. I tried to whisper that he should wait somewhere until it was safe to leave but my manager and the rest of my team walked in. I'd forgotten they had a key.

"Oh... I let myself in as I thought you over slept but I can see-" She glances at Jack trying not to break her serious face, " you are awake and have company"

Everyone glances at each other for a few moments before erupting into laughter as it's almost an unspoken tradition that me and Jack don't listen to staying separate before something so nerve wracking as The Emmys.

Sadly, Jack was kicked out swiftly so that my team could help me with my hair and makeup and eventually get into my dress. This is one of my favorite parts of the day because everyone is talking and having fun while music plays as background music for us to dance, sing or just listen to. One thing we love to do is make TikToks about the process of my makeover.

I thrive off musical.ly transitions and the fans love it every time, and it makes me so happy. My fans have always been some of my favorite people. When I first started out I followed the first fan accounts and we continue DM regularly after all this time. But even though they are lovely, Jack and I are still wary of hate and also some of the threats that his fans may throw at me. We will tell people eventually but right now its fun to mess with them and give subtle hints for the detectives among the followers.

I am finally ready. I've finished the last parts of TikToks, taken photos and grabbed my bag of essentials like plasters, gum and tissues. I shoot Jack a text and he's at my door in less than 30 seconds. Even though he has seen pictures of my outfit, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I open the hotel door.

"Hey-" My face starts to go red after realizing why he has stopped talking "Jesus Y/N, you look gorgeous, like actually breathtaking, I need an inhaler, Do you have to pay for inhalers? Where do you even buy them from?" He rambles as he becomes flustered in front of the beautiful woman he gets to call his girlfriend.

I grab his face, to stop the word vomit, and kiss him trying not to smile too much. "Thank you Jack, you look as amazing as always" I retort "Is it hot in here, somebody catch me I am going to faint, Cause of death: Jack Champion" We both laugh before our managers tell us its sadly time to separate for the ride to The Emmys.

We text non-stop throughout the journey talking about everything that has ever happened because neither of us can stay on one topic without branching off into a rant or an important piece of backstory to the first conversation. But Jack has to arrive at the theater first so that he can walk the carpet at a similar time to his cast mates, and so that I can do the same. So we text our goodbyes.

Stepping out of the car onto the carpet with fans shouting and cameras flashing is a feeling I will never get used to. The rush hits me as I remember to smile and walk properly to not look like Bambi on ice. My manager is that my side lightly guiding me towards the queue of celebrities next to the paparazzi for our official photos. I use the waiting time to scope out the brown head of hair that will calm me down.

I hear him laughing before I see him. He is doing an interview with one of his favorite cast mates and I feel my face already start to ache from smiling at him. However he doesn't spot me until I'm on the carpet.

(Jack's Interview- Jack's POV)

"So yes, we are extremely proud of this movie" I end my answer for the interviewer. They start to ask another but I am distracted by the roar of noise from behind me. Y/N.

She looks stunning. I can tell why she has such dedicated fans, I mean look at her. I finally catch her eye and we do our little signal.

It's like we have made up our own language for these events. Little head wiggles, eyebrows and nose scrunches and sometimes we risk it by lip syncing the words and we just pray that no one can see we are communicating with each other.

I laugh to myself before I'm pulled away from the trance she has put me in. My cast mate is elbowing me and I realize a few people are staring at me, expecting an answer.

" Oh I'm so sorry, I got distracted" Y/N is never going to stop talking about this, "What was the question?"

(Back to Y/N's POV)

As I walk off the end of the carpet my manager appears, telling me all about Jack's distraction and I already knew he was going to be so embarrassed about this even before I pulled out my phone to be met with the long stream of manic texts from Jack.

(Later that night, in the comment section of Jack's Interview)

jackonion: Is anyone else trying to work out what got Jack so distracted? ↳user142: no omg i was trying to do that too! ↳Y/N's.heart: It was definitely Y/N, you can see her dress at the end of the video. I might be going delusional but it's because I ship them.

"Uh Oh" Jack and I say at the same time.

Wow! So that is the end of my first piece?! Please let me know if its too long or doesn't make sense as I am now paranoid that I just wrote a random bunch of words with my eyes closed. I don't really know if this can have part two but if you think of anything let me know.

Requests are open, so send them through! Use as much detail as you want or have.

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

[eleganceclinicsurat]

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Best Things to Do Before the Week of Your Wedding

To make sure you've checked off every last item on your list (including the glass!), we've created a handy wedding week checklist. It's the final countdown: There's only one week left until your wedding. Take care of the butterflies because this is an extremely exciting time, but there are a few final things on your wedding planning checklist to keep in mind before you head down the aisle, from the major responsibilities to the little details. 

It can all seem a bit overwhelming, so don't be afraid to ask for help in the days leading up to your wedding – your friends and family will probably be happy to lighten your load! Take the next few days to get ready with our wedding week checklist.

If you hire The Best Bridal Makeup Artist in Pune then don’t worry about your makeup look just enjoy your time before-wedding. The makeup artist will give you the best outstanding flawless look at all your wedding functions.

How should I Spend the Week Leading up to My Wedding?

Below you'll find your wedding week checklist to help you keep track of all those little details. In addition to checking off all those items, don't forget to relax and have fun. Yes, it can feel stressful at times, but this is supposed to be a happy and exciting time in your life.

1. Get a Good Night's Sleep 

Although it can be tempting to stay up until 2 am. getting enough sleep will ensure you shine in your wedding photos and have the energy to dance the wedding night away. In order to ensure that you leave the event to rest, we suggest that you set a departure time and gather a friend or family member.

2. Appointment 

Confirm your hair and beauty appointments during morning hours with your Best Hair and Makeup Artists in Pune and your wedding transportation company.

3. Take Good Care of Yourself 

Eat healthy, balanced meals, and don't skimp; after all, you will need every ounce of energy you have. "It's no fun being or being around a 'hungry' bride!" Just get relaxed and Get away from the hustle and bustle of everything, just take a yoga class, read a book, or do other decompression activities.

4. Beauty Treatments

If you are going to have any additional beauty treatments like manicures and pedicures, the week of the wedding is the time to do it. For treatments like wedding eyelash extensions, we recommend having them done at the beginning of the week, to give yourself enough time to adjust to your new addition. Oh, and while you're here, it might be worth taking a look at the beauty treatments to avoid before the big day.

5. Drink Lots of Water

Drinking plenty of water will not only keep your complexion vibrant, glowing, and photo-ready but staying hydrated will ensure you stay alert and focused. Vital when you're running last-minute errands!

 

6. Mindfulness and Meditation

Mindfulness and meditation should become part of your routine as soon as your wedding planning begins. With so much stress, pressure and drama, you need to keep a clear head and these two practices can help with the same. Also, we don't think it's necessary to give you reasons for how stress and anxiety can get in the way of your wedding health and beauty goals.

[best-thriller-animanga-tourney]

HS: If you are aware of fashion in Japan, you must have seen Liliko's face. For the last few years, she has been at the top of the modeling world, with her face and body promoting the biggest brands. But as everyone who is in this world admits, staying on top is a constant and never ending battle. There are always new faces introduced to the public. Younger models and new looks are brought into the fold every season. And keeping that position means learning to adapt and learning to cope with change.

To maintain her position Liliko has decided to go under the knife. This is not her first go with this service. It is yet another round of plastic surgery, all done to keep herself looking young and vibrant. However, in this case just a little nip and tuck was not enough. Liliko is bent on undergoing a full body makeover. From head-to-toe, every inch of her will undergo cosmetic surgery, and thus begins her madness.

Hikaru: Two boys lived in a village: Yoshiki and Hikaru. The two did everything together...until the day Hikaru was encompassed by a mysterious light. That was when everything changed—Hikaru most of all. Yoshiki still wishes from the bottom of his heart to always stay by his side...but is there even a Hikaru left to be with?

[fnafwritings]

Relationship: Sun/Reader

Rating: General

Summary: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is the place to be for your wintertime getaway! Why go through the trouble of hauling the family out to a boring cabin or spend days in a car on a roadtrip only to be disappointed by the destination? At Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, you can have twice as much fun for half the cost* all while celebrating your winter holiday of choice with Freddy and the band!

*Actual savings is not guaranteed, Fazbear Entertainment LLC is not liable for financial loss or bodily harm while using its services.

Most people often assumed that as the year wore on into the winter season, the Pizzaplex would see an influx of visitors. It's a fair assumption for someone to make after all, given the general allure it held to the masses: the building itself was optimally heated against the bone-chilling cold (which was an obvious but important detail), and there was never a shortage of activities to keep even the pickiest child or begrudging adult entertained year-round.

Between the basic amenities of the arcade, food court, shopping center, daycare facilities and thensome, it was nearly impossible not to be unconsciously lured into spending countless hours (and dollars) within the enormous complex in some form—and that’s not even going into the main entertainment areas themed after the main cast of animatronic characters that are the literal face of the company.

However, that's… not entirely right. Not wrong, but not right either.

The Pizzaplex consistently has a solid showing of people—more than enough to keep it open most days of the year (save for the quarterly repairs and audits requiring it to be shut down to the public for at least 48 hours). But even the great name of Fazbear Entertainment LLC couldn't deny that as summer faded into fall, then chilled into winter, the average number of daily customers dropped somewhat significantly. Not enough to warrant laying off what few human employees still worked in the building, but certainly to be an apparent issue in their eyes.

Which is why—as far as you’re aware—they decided to incorporate the ‘warmth and wonder’ of the holidays into the decoration and activities within the Pizzaplex once October turned over to November.

'Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is the place to be for your wintertime getaway!' the new ad had read, which had quickly replaced almost every flier and trifold map in the span of one hectic post-Halloween evening. 'Why go through the trouble of hauling the family out to a boring cabin or spend days in a car on a roadtrip only to be disappointed by the destination? At Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, you can have twice as much fun for half the cost* all while celebrating your winter holiday of choice with Freddy and the band!'

Most of the activities featured were simply changes to the ones already in the facility—some were more significant like Fazer Blast becoming Fazer Frostbite, with snow-themed projectiles instead of laser guns, while others like Monty's Gator Golf were simply given a general winter makeover: fake powder snow covered the trees and ground, with the occasional snowman placed somehow in all the perfect spots to get destroyed by a kid's extremely lucky (and extremely overdone for mini golf) putting.

You didn't need to worry about laser arcades or the horrible aim of overzealous children—instead you were in charge of the daycare facilities—more specifically in this case, the decorations and aesthetic of the daycare itself. It wasn’t nearly as exciting or in-depth as other human-held positions in the Pizzaplex, but it kept you busy all the same.

Honestly, the job was quite a nice change of pace from the constant busybody work you were used to outside of the winter-themed antics, mostly office work that largely involved schedule and personnel management for the few human workers in the daycare. You’d almost like to call yourself a manager some days, but there was very little to actually manage—much of the facility was almost fully automated, hence your willingness to take on the extra responsibilities of seeing the entire room looking like a 'winter wonderland'.

So you find yourself standing at the center of the main area, between both the two huge jungle gyms and several decisions on what type of decorations looked best on them. The choices were a bit limited since you could only use what the supply department, but varied enough that the choice was important.

"Classic red and green?" you murmur to yourself, tilting your head to the side as if that would give you mental clarity. "Maybe blues? They sent over a lot of ice and snowflake decals..."

Another tilt of the head offered no greater revelation, leaving you more annoyed than anything else. Snowflakes? Candy canes?

Maybe you could work the decorating into some of the daily craft activities with the older kids... They could decorate trees or houses perhaps, or make paper snowflakes? It's not like most of the regular drop-offs didn't like to help out in some way, even if it was often pretend or made-up little jobs they could parade around like 'keep watch at the top of the jungle gym for monsters' or 'build the tallest lego mountain before mom and dad come to pick you up'.

A gentle hand on your shoulder is more than enough to startle you from your thoughts. A quick and slightly surprised glance reveals that it's only one of the daycare employees coming to tell you that their shift is almost done, so they were getting ready to head out for the evening.

"You're not staying late are ya boss?"

"Sure am," you say with a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of your head. "We need to have most of these decorations up before the start of next week, so I want to get a head start."

"Just yourself?"

You simply offer a noncommittal shrug, but the young worker simply takes it at face value and leaves to go grab his things in the back employee storage office. Soon after he leaves the daycare with a wave and a half-hearted joke about not being a salaried employee.

A few minutes pass, silence gently enveloping the daycare as other parts of the facility are powered down for the night. Normally it would feel just a bit surreal, given you were used to constant noise of music and screaming children echoing about, but there's something oddly warm about the half-done winter decorations already strewn up around you, even if you know that the initiative was hardly out of the goodwill alone of the CEO's heart.

The silence is broken by a sudden sound of heavy footsteps behind you; you turn, half-expecting to see your employee having forgotten one of his personal items and asking you to let him into the back room again, but you're pleased to see the Daycare Attendant animatronic—Sun, to be specific. He was practically radiating with joy as always, with a fresh sheen to his casing and a replacement of his normal outfit to be a bit more winter-adjacent.

"I thought you'd be out of commission for longer," the words are honest but gentle, and you can't help but give the bot a glance up and down. "The kids really did a number on you, I was... a little worried, actually."

Lie. You were actually quite a lot worried (more than was probably reasonable), but he didn't need to know that—not only were things already a tad awkward after the closet debacle a few weeks ago, but he'd also probably feel overly anxious about causing any sort of distress in another person, directly or otherwise.

The animatronic looked a bit bashful for a moment despite lack of facial features, but nonetheless lifted up his hands to wave away your concern.

"It wasn't that bad, I promise! The littlest ones always love to explore after all," he all but chirps in his over-enthusiastic tone, but it trails off after a moment as you stare him down. "... er, I mean, they didn't break anything important. Technically it was a wonderful experience for Jade, the new animatronic caretaker! She says she never realized that case plates could be pried off with a screwdriver, so she made sure to secure them extra-strong this time!"

He thumps a closed fist over his chest as if to prove it... though changes to policy after the incident ensured that the kids couldn't get into the emergency tool bag. All in all, it was just another good example of why little details were always the most important part of the job.

Nonetheless, he's fixed and in one complete piece, so that's enough for a smile to start tugging at your lips. Sun feels like he'd be smiling in kind if the expression wasn't permanent on his face—it wasn't hard to learn how to read his body language and tone of voice after a while.

"So what are you working on, star?"

The nickname is taken from what he calls the kids—little stars, respectively—and it never fails to bring heat to your face, even if you know he's simply acting on the personality he's supposed to have in the first place.

"We're putting up the winter decorations for the holidays." Your face turns back towards the jungle gyms, this time with a renewed sense of direction and a new question on your lips. "Would you like to help me with some of them, Sun?"

The animatronic all but dances in place with giddiness, answer obvious but he answers all the same, "Oh, absolutely! I wouldn't want to do anything else right now, we'll have so much fun doing that!" but he pauses after a moment, finally perching hands on his thin hips in an almost over-dramatic motion of curiosity. "... what holidays happen in winter?"

You blink at first in confusion, but quickly realize that he'd have no reason to know that information, so of course it wouldn't have been programmed or placed into the animatronic's data for reference—really goes to show the priorities of the company, honestly. Despite being a state-of-the-art piece of technology, Sun wasn't inherently connected to the internet; it was a security feature supposedly, both to keep his systems from getting a virus but also because...

Well, it would be quite the news story if one of the animatronics somehow stumbled upon some rather... inappropriate content that could mess with their personality matrices. And not that they haven't tried before; Monty was infamous for trying on multiple occasions to bulldoze through the firewall for clout alone. Sun and Moon, meanwhile, never asked or bothered much about it—though you did have a bad habit of letting them play around with your phone's hotspot data to watch youtube videos for new craft project ideas.

"There's a lot!" you finally reply, excited in a way so rarely felt around anyone else in the facility. "Off the top of my head there's Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Christmas—Diwali is in November, and technically there's the Lunar New Year after January." Your eyes drift off to the side as you try to think a little harder. "I know there's some others too, but there's a lot to celebrate in the winter! I'm actually a bit happy we're able to like, actually do something special for the season."

"Oh my," Sun tilts his head to the side, practically radiating with awe at the information. "That is a lot! I would absolutely love to help you decorate—oh! Are you going to be staying late tonight?"

You nod, and one might think that the bot was told that the entire world had become nothing but sunshine and daisies by the way he jumped in place, clapping his hands together with a sharp metallic noise.

"A slumber party! We haven't had one in so long and— and think of all the fun we can have! We'll get sleeping bags and I can find the fake campfire, and maybe if we're super duper brave then Moon can come out and tell scaaaary stories!"

"Decorating first," you waggle a finger at him, "and then we can have a slumber party. I need to get the jungle gyms finished before tomorrow morning at the very least."

"Affirmative!" Sun gave you a dramatic salute before hurrying off, his voice echoing. "I'm going to get some extra craft supplies—just you wait, we'll have the best holiday decorations in the entire Pizzaplex!"

A sigh escapes your lips after that, though it's oddly not one of annoyance or exhaustion. Salary hours were notoriously horrible, but somehow you never quite felt like you had a bad time with it. Maybe the company is just what you need to keep from getting overwhelmed by it all.

And you know what? Candy canes would be the perfect theme for the daycare—that's definitely something you could make with construction paper and glitter glue... right?

[silvyysthings]

Agree with your anon who said Tim's current actions are making a mockery of what's said in the advert, about him wanting to be an artist.

I also get where you're coming from when you said "You don't know anything about the reasons of his choices." That's kind and loyal and shows a lot of trust in his judgement and i felt that way too. I wouldnt condemn any artist for making certain compromises to reach their ambitions. And I was ok with the shamming because it looked transactional and they were both getting something out of it: heck, Kylie is getting an IQ makeover*.

However all that changed the minute articles started being published that about him meeting Kylie's kids. Using Kylie was fine for me but I draw the line at USING KIDS. Articles are depicting Timothee Chalamet as a family oriented fella in a family oriented family. Plus, no matter when they break up Tim has now secured articles mentioning WONKA+ Kylie+ her kids around the time of WONKA's release in December. So, no, I no longer trust his judgement coz using children for promo is distasteful and crass. Him talking about art is now lip service.

*i want to make it clear that i am not saying Kylie isnt intelligent - I'm saying that her team is trying really hard to make her look booksmart atm and dating Tim is part of that rebranding. (The Karjenners r underestimated because of their obsession with the appearance of things but I'm sure you need to be smart to hustle an entire country/ the world of their money.)

Thank you for your ask @estellaestella, I appreciate your opinion and your way to express it. I'm not saying I' m not mad at him for his choices which I personally consider absurd but we simply don't know him personally and we don't know his reasons. What he has shown us so far is the image of a sensitive, intelligent and committed artist, adorable with everyone from fans to journalists. He is still that person but he is a human being who makes mistakes like everyone else, and being very intelligent he will face the consequences of his mistakes or choices whatever they may be. You told me about a rebrand of Kylie's image, but what does this "relationship" bring him in terms of fame apart from insults? Nothing... this leads to asking ourselves a lot of questions to which only he knows the answers.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 8 - Desert Rose

The next morning, the crew gathered inside Mr. Joestar's room to discuss their next steps; Iggy kept angry barking at the sword, and Polnareff took off to get his stubble shaved. He did ask if Kisara or any of them could do it, but with no shaving cream especially, and no skills for most of them, he just left all by himself, not forgetting to take the problematic sword and hand it over to the police after he's done with his makeover.

An exasperated Mr. Joestar sent his grandson to accompany the idiot; He sighed, looking at Kisara, who simply followed by his side. Can't let him get too bored, waiting for his French ass to be satisfied with the barber shop services. The two teenagers waited in silence on the couch, reading a magazine - Or well, looking at the pictures mostly, they can't read Arabic, which only made them drowsy enough to fall asleep. The warmth of the barber shop and the Sun rays caressing their backs through the window only reinforced that drowsiness.

They were only awoken from their peaceful sleep once Polnareff created a commotion, as he was attacked by the barber - No, rather said, he figured out the true Stand identity - It wasn't the people, but the sword itself. Anubis was possessing people through the swords, and using them like marionettes on a string, and now, the poor barber, an ordinary man, became a most fierce enemy. "No matter what, you guys must not touch the sword. I'd rather kill myself than have to fight either of you two." "Don't worry, mignonette! Silver Chariot and I are far stronger than this guy!" though he boasted of his abilities, his rapier parrying the Anubis sword got pushed so far back that the sword cut into Chariot's forehead, and consequently, Polnareff got wounded. "You, idiot - I learned Chariot's moves and powers during our last battle! I won't lose twice to the same opponent!" Anubis denigrated the Frenchman. "Jotaro, stand back - It's far too dangerous to use Star Platinum's bare fists against this sword." he was sweating from the power struggle he was losing. "Not to mention - The Stand's even stronger now!" Chariot kicked the man away, launching a heavy strike, only to get blocked; Both Polnareff's and Chariot's arms were trembling from the rebound vibration.

It was no use - Jean-Pierre was thrown against the window, before groveling on the floor, barely able to keep blocking the fast array of swings; He even tried to trick the opponent, hiding his next move with a towel and propel the blade of his rapier, but that one got easily countered also. Without his rapier, Polnareff was mince meat. "Guys, help! Please!" 

As Anubis prepared his last swing, Kisara hurried to parry it with her own katana, distracting the Stand so Star could punch him out of the shop through the window. "That guy is strong. We haven't seen one like this in a while. A Stand that doesn't rely on gimmicks... Just pure power." "Not bad, Star Platinum." the barber got in a sitting position, staring straight at the brunet. "So the rumours are true. You're swift - But now that I've seen it, I can beat it." Polnareff quickly warned every civilian to go away and hide, it was far too dangerous on the streets. "The more we fight, the faster it gets." the French cursed under his breath. "Each next attack is going to be faster and stronger than the previous one." "Get back, you two - It's me he's after!" Jotaro pushed both of his allies, using Star to catch the blade between his palms. "JoJo, please be careful!" Kisara whined with deep worry, watching as Star managed to break the sword in two.

The enemy got knocked out by the Stand-Sword breaking, and Jotaro panted, sweating heavily after such pressure. Kisara couldn't help but hurry to his side, hugging him from behind; Such a relief, seeing him fine - But it was so terrifying, seeing any Stand making him sweat like that.  In front of them, Marilyn jump-hugged Star, peppering his face with tons of kisses - The Stand looked so bashful, grinning like that and holding her dearly.

"Jotaro, don't touch the sword!" Polnareff warned, running to their side. "The Stand's powers might still be lingering, even if the sword is broken. Unsheathed, the sword controls anyone who touches it. Let's get the blade back in without touching the hilt." came the Frenchie's brilliant suggestion, and he managed to do just that. "Now what? If someone ever draws it out again, we're done for." "Let's throw it in the Nile?" Kisara suggested cluelessly.  "Sinking it to the bottom of the Nile? Sounds good to me. This thing's already learned our abilities. We won't get any second chances." Frenchie exclaimed brightly. "Hold it! Police!" a man shouted at them loudly. Polnareff tried to report the barber needing hospitalization, but the policeman was strictly concerned by the brawl on the streets and grabbing the sword from his grasp. Unfortunately, misfortune always follows the Crusaders, especially where it concerns the unlucky Frenchman, and in the struggle, he ended up unsheathing the sword himself, getting possessed. "Oh no. We're screwed." Kisara gulped. Were it not for Jotaro kicking the poor policeman away, he'd have ended up sliced to pieces by Anubis. "Kisara, you fought Polnareff before - What should I do? I can't pull any punches against Chariot. I could end up killing him." Jotaro seized the controlled man under his sharp gaze. "I-I don't know..." the girl bit her lip. "I could fight him like before, but I, also, can't guarantee I might not accidentally kill him. Besides - I can deal with Polnareff's body strength, when it comes to a single, swift assassination strike - But Anubis' power gave even you a run for you money." "Then can you keep him busy while I think of something? You're faster than me, I think." the boy asked, watching his girlfriend get in a defensive stance in front of him. "I am faster than you - I am certain." the girl completely ignored any kind of taunting coming from the enemy; She moved at such speed that Jotaro was almost envious of, yet considering their stature differences, it was only to be expected. Still, Anubis was matching her speed, and even going more at it with each well-aimed strike. 

Faster, faster, and so much faster, Kisara realised that no matter what speed a human can come up with, it will eventually get outpaced by Anubis; She had to block him, to stop the sword somehow from moving, and from there... Well, Jotaro's ability to make witty split-second decisions surely will come in handy again.  Yet their rhythmical dance of swords was ended with Anubis changing abruptly his slicing direction, going with a downward strike; Kisara rose her blade up to parry, but it wasn't enough - Because the broken blade was headed for the much taller young man standing behind her, who got the blade buried in his shoulder; "Wh-What?!" she squeaked in confusion and shock at the cheeky move - She hadn't considered her height at all, considering Jotaro was 30 whole cms taller than her, and he could easily get injured with a well-aimed hit like that.

Were it not for Star's strength, slapping the Frenchman away - With himself also slamming to the ground and destroying a hydrant - He'd have had his head sliced in two. "What do I do, what do I do?" the girl ended up muttering to herself, panicking and looking between the two men sprawled on the ground.  "Get here." Jotaro was pissed - What was he supposed to do against this kind of opponent? He can't get the sword out of Polnareff's hand; So maybe he could shatter the blade somehow - He just needed to get a good hold on it, to keep it steady.

Polnareff got up, and Anubis went into the grasp of Silver Chariot's other hand; He looked even more intimidating now, dual-wielding and spinning the blades at such incredible speed. "JoJo, stand back. I don't want a repeat of last time." Kisara let out a deep breath before relaxing completely; Turn your muscles into water, your mind into wind - Relax - And when you strike, gather up all the strength of your body and concentrate it onto the key spots. Hit the hardest you can, at the fastest speed possible. She got lost in the battle of hits, each of them with even greater acceleration - What a monster, Kisara thought - Only for him to stop.

Jotaro had used Star finger to break one of Silver Chariot's armor plates. "JoJo, don't destroy the armor! It's the only thing keeping him from getting even faster! He's gonna get after images if he shades it all!" Jotaro gulped, seeing the smug smirk of triumph on Polnareff's possessed mug.  "Light as a feather! Thanks for the aid, Jotaro. Round two - Armor break!" he cackled like a maniac, seeing Kisara getting weaker - No, it was him getting stronger every time.  "JoJo, catch!" she didn't need to say more; She was sure he understood her signal. Far into the barrage of incredible hits, she slid her blade down his rapier, blocking it away, before lunging at the enemy to grab the hilt of the Anubis sword - In that instant, as the rapier was busy failing to scratch her, thanks to Marilyn's shield, allowing the boy just enough time to grab the blade and destroy it.

Before he could, however, Anubis smirked. "KISARA, LET GO!" but Jotaro's warning was too late. Kisara hadn't expected Polnareff to let go off the sword, just to possess her. "... You've got to be kidding me." the girl cursed, quickly throwing away her katana before feeling the Stand take over her.

It was dark, so dark, almost like she was sleeping, but also... Not? She was somewhat aware of what was going on, but not entirely. Things were loud around her, but why? What was going on?  She could hear her name being called sometimes, but she couldn't understand any reasoning behind it. Why were people so noisy out there? Was she in danger, and she couldn't see? In fact, why couldn't she see? It wasn't dark, but rather blurry, and her head was quite a mess. She was rather dizzy. Where was Marilyn? She can see through her well.  Was she drugged or what happened? She was fighting Anubis just now - So what exactly happened...?

"Kisara, wake up!" Jotaro was at his wit's end - Not only was he to fight his girlfriend, who had a shield that made her literally untouchable - But she had now the inhuman strength and speed of Anubis. Even without that, she was seemingly impossible to defeat by him or Polnareff, who relied on no tricks except for raw strength. Very few things can go through Marilyn's shield, and he hadn't yet figured exactly what it was - A corrosive Stand like Temperance did the trick. The Lovers acted by attacking one's nervous system. High Priestess managed to pierce through Marilyn's arm because her shield power was directed somewhere else. Punches don't work. Slices don't work. Water doesn't work. Fire doesn't work.

So what the fuck DOES work?

"Jotaro, what the hell we gonna do?! I was one-shot by Kisara when Chariot had all his armor shed. I've got no idea. You're the smart one!" Polnareff was annoyingly right - But what the hell CAN he do? He put everything he had in his fight with him. All his tricks had gone down the drain.

Marilyn was out, and by Kisara's side. The girl's expression was harsh, wicked, cold - But there was something weird about Marilyn. Could it be...? "Ora! Ora!" Jotaro's eyes shot open with realisation - Star was trying to reach out to Marilyn. He, also, thought that he could somehow distract her. Maybe if she let's go of her shield, he can wrestle the sword out of her grasp; No, he might end up grabbing the sword himself. He could risk distracting her with Chariot, while Star breaks her wrist and gets the sword to fall from her grasp? No, the gamble wouldn't pay off. He must find a way to shatter the blade to bits.

The two discussed a quick plan, and agreed on it. Polnareff became the unfortunate distraction - How the hell can Kisara be so damn fast and strong? Anubis was strong, yes, but he adds his powers to that of the host, and gets better progressively. She was absolutely terrifying - But he couldn't help but be distracted by Marilyn; She looked so... Distraught? So... Unresponsive? No - She looked as if she was having some kind of existential crisis. Her hands were in her long, floating hair, and she was gripping onto her scarlet locks painfully tight. "Yo, Jotaro - Look at Marilyn! Think she's trying to fight Anubis?"

Jotaro had the same thought. "Kisara. Look at me. It's Jotaro. JoJo. Remember me?" for a normal person, it would go unnoticeable, but he was perceptive. Kisara's speed went down a little whenever he spoke - And especially when he addressed her directly. "I'm here for you, Kisara." he said. "Kakyoin is worried about you." yes, the name of her brother hit the nerve. 

"WHO DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, YOU SHADY FUCKASS?!" Anubis growled almost animalistic. "YOU CAN'T REACH OUT TO HER - HER MIND IS UNDER MY CONTROL! MINE!" yet Kisara fell to her knees, gritting her teeth; Her eyes were gleaming with how much she was fighting back and straining.  "You can fight it, Kisara! Fight it - For Noriaki. For me. For all of us. Fight that motherfucker." Jotaro encouraged the poor girl to fight, and win - He had no clue if it could actually work or not.  "Very clever, Jotaro, but it ain't gonna work!" Anubis cackled, dragging her body to stand up again. "Hey, Kisara! You don't want to hurt JoJo and I, do you? Please take it easy on us, we're fragile!" Polnareff tried to appeal to her also. "SHUT UUUUUUP!" it was Kisara's voice, as raw and heart-wrenching and shattered as the time she shrieked of grief and loneliness into the fake skies of The Sun. "I WON'T HURT THEM! TO HELL WITH YOU! FUCKING DIE!" both men were praying the girl would be mentally stronger than either of the two and actually manage to escape Anubis' grip - But it was in vain. Anubis controlled her into slamming Polnareff away with ease, before lunging at Jotaro. Marilyn had gotten in a defensive stance in front of Jotaro - Calling out to her worked. Kisara was trying to stop herself from inflicting damage on him by getting as close to death as possible and urging Anubis to die with her. Silly woman and her selflessness.

That fucking dog, that damn Iggy - He actually was useful for once. Iggy appeared out of nowhere, barking loudly and whining his name. "Iggy!" he cried out. It was possibly the only thing that saved Jotaro from not only his, but Kisara's certain death, as he managed to shield her Stand from the impact and redirect the sword into his belly without damaging any vital organ. "DIE, JOTARO, DIE!" Anubis hollered. "HAVE YOUR JAPANESE SEPPUKU AND GO TO HELL!" Jotaro spit out an unnerving amount of blood; It was possibly the most damage he's gotten since the beginning of this long and arduous journey, plenty of slices all over his body, and this one final thrust, buried deep in his belly. "I'll gut you like a fish and Master Dio will rejoice!"  "Don't... Don't drive the sword any further. Any more and it'll be murder." he grumbled dramatically.  "No mercy!" the enemy grinned wickedly, driving the blade sideways.. "I'll bathe in your blood and spill your guts everywhere!" 

With the sword stuck in his abdomen, Jotaro was able to use Star's punches to shatter away the blade, bit by bit, all the way up to the hilt. He could only smirk, seeing the foe's terrified look, but as he said - No mercy. "Weren't you saying something about gutting me like a fish?" Jotaro slapped the hilt away from the girl, watching the possession release her body to the ground. Polnareff caught her just in time to not get hurt by the fall. "I told you it'd be murder if you drove the blade any further." the brunet cradled his hand over his open, painful wound. "YOUR murder."

"Gah... My head hurts like hell..." Kisara muttered, being helped in a sitting position. Out of nowhere, Iggy jumped on her, licking her face.  "Iggy? What are you doing here?" she asked, cluelessly. "Man, you're one hella scary lady." Polnareff sighed theatrically, raising her to her feet. "I'd be too scared to date a girl who could kill me so easily. You sure did beat our ass good." Kisara's body all but froze, and she looked up at the silver haired man. It was only because of the Sun getting in her eyes that she realised she didn't even have her hat on anymore. "What... Do you mean?" the girl was too afraid to even know what happened. Frenchie pointed behind her, to a kneeling JoJo, devoid of any strength, and bleeding heavily, and Marilyn healing him. "You got him reaaaaaally good, mignonette. Lucky he's a sturdy stud, or I doubt that he'd have survived that nasty belly slice." Jotaro saw the lost look on her face; Her greatest fear, allowing her loved ones to get hurt - And what was worse than causing it with her own hands. "I'm fine. Don't worry." he tried to reassure her, but he couldn't stop her flood of tears, or the earthquake that her trembling body represented.

"I-... I... Did... That...?" she was going to go crazy soon. No, hysterical. "Kisara, I am fine, I promise." Jotaro's voice was a little more pressed, to stress out he was fine. "Marilyn is healing me. I feel nothing, I'm good." he says that, but his whole body is in agony, his muscles felt weak, and he was sweating like a fucking pig from all the effort. "How can you be good after getting gut like a fish?!" Jotaro facepalmed hard, glaring at the French. Kisara had fled the scene faster than any fighting move she pulled off that day.  "Sometimes... You need to learn how to shut the hell up." he sighed deeply. "Help me get up. I can't stand." he tried to get up, but failed. "No, rather - Go back to the hotel and get Gramps and Avdol." "Whatever you say, Jotaro." the Frenchman shrugged, hurrying back to the hotel. Iggy was sitting in front of him, barking. "What? You're worried for Kisara?" the dog barked. "Yeah. Me too." Iggy laid on the ground calmly, waiting until Marilyn healed him brand new and the two older men came over to help the brunet. "Thanks, Iggy. You too, Marilyn." Kisara's Stand, constantly held in his Star's embrace while healing him, nodded her head in acknowledgement, and with a smile, she disappeared. It was her own way of telling him to go comfort her user.

With both Mr. Joestar and Avdol helping Jotaro back to the hotel, and finding out the scary Stand battle they had to go through, they saw Kakyoin sitting alone on a chair at the table where the others were sipping tea previously. He looked disturbed. "JoJo, what happened?" he asked. "I saw Kisara, and... Well, I figured something very bad happened to you." "I'm fine." he reassured his friend. "Where is she?" Kakyoin sighed, fidgeting with one of his cherry earrings; A habit he took whenever he thought up strategies, or was worried. "Locked herself in her room. She told me to stay away from her." the look on his eyes showed deep concern and mild hurt. "JoJo - What happened?"

"I'll let Polnareff explain; I've got more important things to do now." Kakyoin nodded solemnly, gesturing for him to go ahead. If anyone could comfort his sister, it was Jotaro.

The brunet lad walked up the stairs, slowly approaching Kisara's chamber; Her erratic sobs could be heard all the way from the corridor. Jotaro cursed himself under his breath - To think he'd get so hysterical, blaming herself for him getting hurt... The depth with which she cared, with which she loved... This woman must be protected at all costs.

"Kisara." he called out her name gently, yet firm. "Can I come in?" every bit of sound from the inside stopped entirely. "I know you're in there." still nothing. "And you know, as well as I do, that I'm going to get in whether you let me or not." she was refusing to speak a single word.

Much to his surprise, however, the door opened - He didn't see Kisara; He saw Marilyn. She did a small courtesy, pinching her dress, before gently touching his hand and guiding him forward. Soon, she disappeared, and before his eyes, JoJo noticed the little thing - Kisara was hiding into the corner of the room, holding her knees tightly to her chest, her face hiding in her knees. Her long nails were digging into her arms, revealing noticeable pink scratches.

She looked even smaller now, he realised - And it was all because of that guilt she was feeling; The way she was blaming herself for something that wasn't even her fault... It was killing him to see her like that. Kisara was engulfed in a maelstrom of guilt, fear, and self-reproach after failing to protect the love of her life, and inadvertently contributing to his injury. Her emotions were raw and overwhelming, as she struggles to come to terms with the fact that her own actions, albeit under Anubis's control, have caused harm to one of the two men she loves so much - Those deep scratches on her arm, unhealed by Marilyn, were testament to her self-hatred.

She wasn't strong enough, smart enough, fast enough - She was not enough to protect him - So how the hell could she possibly protect Nori and JoJo from the malevolence of Dio? She saw him, she saw what he's done to others, she knows very well how his only goal is to kill the Joestar bloodline... And yet, in spite of her defensive Stand power, she was powerless before a stupid sentient sword. Whether she did it consciously, or Anubis possessed her, mattered little - In the end, it was her body got Jotaro injured; She betrayed him, his love, his loyalty - She betrayed him.

Her fear was almost palpable, Jotaro was well aware of that, both as she was losing herself in her own mind, and out there when fighting; First when she saw him fight, his safety endangered so many more times with each second; Her anxieties were only exacerbated by the thought of Dio taking control of her body, the same way he did with her brother and Polnareff, and so many others; The idea of their arch-enemy using her as proxy to kill Jotaro... She's rather kill herself than contribute to his death.

Perhaps she should have listened to her brother when he told her to leave them already; There was no place for her. She was in no way a contribution to their cause - Surely, she was just holding them back. She wasn't a good addition to the group - She was a liability. They would be so much better on their own, without her slowing them down... She was desperate, hopeless, helpless, drowning in her own self-pitying isolation, succumbing to the darkness of her own abyss. Shameful, that's what she was... Useless, having given up her childhood and feminity for nothing, under the guise of protecting her brother, yet only annoying him.

Kisara's emotions were in deep turmoil, swinging between intense self-loathing and an aching sorrow. Her previous sobbing and erratic behavior highlighted her inner conflict and the depth of her emotional pain, torn between wanting to seek comfort and fearing that she doesn't deserve it - JoJo was there, right in front of her... He was a gentleman... Surely, he won't use harsh words with her, at least out of courtesy for her brother, but surely, he must be looking down at her; He was disappointed, betrayed... Disgusted even... He must be hating her. Did he come to tell her he doesn't want anything to do with her anymore? Tell her to fuck off back to Japan and stop butting in their business?

"Wanna see a hot trick?" what a peculiar question to ask - It was in no way referring to the Anubis fight. What was he talking about? "I can light up 5 cigarettes and extinguish them while I drink soda." what the hell was he on? "Polnareff laughed so hard, milk spilled from his nose."

"Stop it." her voice was weak, meek, and soft. 

"Stop what?" he huffed, shuffling on his feet. "Nothing wrong with showing off in front of my girlfriend."

That comment made Kisara's head shoot up, and she looked at him, gleaming green eyes staring wide, shocked and desperate. "What did you say?"

"What, did you not hear what I said? You need me to repeat?" he fell into a crouch in front of her, showing off the pack of cigs and the fizzy bottle of soda. "I wanna show off in front of my girlfriend - Got a problem with that?"

"I-..." she couldn't even form a proper sentence, let alone a whole word. "Wha-...?"

"Guess you're still a little confused." the boy huffed, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. "Let me make it short and clear - I don't want to hear any of it." the way she looked up, having to move the visor of his hat because it was too big for her, it was so cute. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't want to hear any of your self-blame." he took out his lighter. "Now, for the trick-"

"Jotaro, I almost killed you, damn it! How can you be so easy-going about it?!" her outburst made the boy let out an amused huff.

"If I can't protect you from a stupid sword, how can I protect you and my brother from Dio!" he did a mock impression of her, rendering her flabbergast. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking - Don't." he said firmly. "We'll find a way to deal with his sorry ass." he placed those cigarettes in his mouth. "Now can I show you that damn trick?"

Speechless, she barely managed to nod her head, for those cigarettes were lit up, and JoJo did a most hilarious trick, though fascinating. "How the hell did you even come up with something as crazy as that?"

Jotaro's half-smile widened smugly. "Well, did you like it?" she nodded again. "Then it worked."

"It was awesome!" she exclaimed, leaning back on the wall. "As cool as always."

"Well, now that we're clear on where we stay - " he plopped next to her on the ground, picking her up and placed her on his lap. "How about you clear up the air on your brother's weird behaviour from a few days back?"

"Oh, the Baby Stand thing?" the young man grunted affirmatively. "That baby was one of the enemy Stand users - Death XIII - And it was haunting my brother's dreams. In that night when you all woke up exhausted, Nori had his Stand out, and was able to act in the dream and defeat the psycho baby, thus, subduing him in the real world too."

"How bizarre." he hummed softly. "Guess anything can happen - A gorilla, a car, and a baby. Truly bizarre."

Silence took over them for a few brief moments, unrest still swimming through her soul. "JoJo..." she managed to utter softly.

"No." he muttered, holding her tighter to his chest. "It wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for what happened in that fight." he rested his chin on top of her head; His strong arms wrapped around her made her feel safe like never before. "Marilyn saved me."

"Marilyn? What do you mean?" she tried to look up at him, but couldn't; She was much too comfortable. "That bastard couldn't take control of her. When Anubis went to attack, Marilyn stood in front of me to take the stab."

"But then - Why did you... Why did I..." Kisara shifted her body to the side, subconsciously touching the spot on his abdomen that was pierced.

"I stepped in front of her." came his incredulous blunt response.

"What?! Why would you do something like that?! Are you crazy?!" this time, she managed to wiggle her way to look up at him.

"Yes." he smirked confidently, watching her jaw agape with shock. "I couldn't let you get that kind of injury - Not the girl who almost cried when getting pinched for the first time in her life." now he was making fun of her.

"I can't believe you!" she let out a surprised, amused exhale.

"Taking that hit was also the only way to defeat that fucker." he explained his strategy, and how, incapacitated, Anubis was powerless and unable to prevent Star from chopping the sword to bits.

"You are crazy! Crazy, I'm telling you!" she fell back to lean on him. "Please don't get many other crazy ideas from now on..." she clinged onto him, her kitty claw nails digging tightly onto his tank top. "We are so close to Dio... I couldn't... I couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to you."

"You've got Kakyoin to worry about already." he cupped her face, making her look at him. "Listen to me - If the time ever comes that you have to choose between me and your brother, don't hesitate. Save him." before she could protest, however - How in the world could he say something like that?! - She was shut down with a deep kiss. "Don't argue with me. Just promise me you'll do as I said."

"I can't!" of course she'd be conflicted - If given the chance to choose between his grandpa and mum, he would struggle a lot. "JoJo, don't make me promise that, I really can't!"

"If you hesitate, you might lose us both, and you'll regret not making a choice." yes, he was right, but having to choose was excruciating. "Just say yes. For me." he had to wipe a few more crystal drops as she forced herself to nod. "Say it." she couldn't. "Kisara, say it."

"... F-Fine." her voice was hardly audible. "I-I... I'll do as you say."

"Good girl." he cradled her again, holding her tightly - As tight as she needed not to break away into a million of tiny pieces. "Good girl."

After a restful night of peaceful sleep, it was finally time for them to move on; They made their way through the harsh, arid desert and the scorching heat towards the city of Luxor, along the Valley of Kings. Avdol said the people living around were illegally digging around in hopes of discovering new relics and what not - After all, so many Pharaohs were resting in tombs all around.

They were very close to reaching the heart of Egypt, the very city of Cairo where Dio's lair awaited them, like the supervillain of a video game, in the castle, the final level; They were exhausted, even they needed a rest - Not only did they have to go through so many fights, but the Stand users from Egypt have been getting stronger and stronger. That Anubis, especially, gave them quite a run for their money, and the harsh conditions they weren't accustomed to required they take a few more rests than usual. 

However, even a moment of taking a break wasn't allowed for them - In the middle of the nothingness they were exploring, they saw a mirage - The silhouette of a woman, and a small child. Could these two be the enemy Stand Users? Or they were just two members of a family walking around through the suffocating heat?

"Be on your guard." one member of the gang warned, but they had no chance - Before they could react, however, they were wrapped up in thorny vines coming up from the woman's Stand; She, along with that little boy, had wicked grins on their faces, though scorned and rageful.

"To think it would be this easy to render useless the whole crusade against Master Dio. How pathetic - All of you. What kind of dirty tricks did you use on my husband to kill him? There was no way you could have bested him fair and square!" oh yes, that angry tone of her sure was filled with poison and vendetta.

"You killed daddy - And now we kill you!" unexpectedly, the kid had a most ferocious Stand; A creepy dark blue one, with the face split in two with a shark-like grin, and the arms were scorched black. "Burn in hell and never come back!" were it not for Marilyn coming out to shield them, they would have been cremated to crisps and cinders by the wave of blue flames that would have drowned them out.

"Ah..." Kisara whimpered, looking down at her arm; Her hand was mildly scorched all the way to the elbow. "Well this is a bother. How am I supposed to be a pretty girl if I'm covered in burn marks?" she groaned dramatically before Marilyn took out her sword to cut off the vine holding her captive. "Well then, you wanna play, girl? Let's play."

The red haired beauty grabbed the rose tendrils holding onto Joseph and Avdol - It was truly pitiful; Star Platinum couldn't rip the vines off, and if he threatened to go to the enemy Stand, Jotaro would be torn to pieces; Magician Red's fire was useless against them, and Joseph's Hermit Purple was nothing but an Indiana Jones accessory, and a means to spy on Dio. It all came to Polnareff and her - Save their soul, the moment they have to rely on Frenchie, they were doomed.

"Ha, you think you can defeat me, you little wretched girl?" the condescending voice of the enemy woman, Asenath, with the power of the Mother Goddess Nut who reigned over the skies and cosmos. "You are delusional - You couldn't even save your dear Jotaro from a weakling like Anubis - And you think you can defeat ME?!" she laughed, her hands gripping on her son's shoulders. "It's useless! Useless!" 

"Brave talk coming from the woman who couldn't save her husband from death." Kisara grinned widely. "You think you're special, don't you? I think you're a failure - As a wife and as a mother. You even dare associate yourself with the Goddess Nut - As if you could ever compare to her greatness. Now that - THAT is what I call delusional!" with a barked laugh, she rolled the vines around her arms.

"YOU BITCH!" she screeched at her. "You think I don't know what you'll do?! You think I don't know you're gonna save your brother and boy-toy? You're predictable! You are pathetic!" the kid's stand, Osiris, activated his power again, scorching away Marilyn's left arm also.

"Wrong." the moment Marilyn held the shield up, Kisara's bloodied arms tugged firmly on the tendrils to get the Stand Nut off balance, giving Marilyn enough time to get the sword and release Silver Chariot from his bounds. "Polnareff is an idiot, but my faith is on Silver Chariot - Duuuuuumbass!" with a smug smirk, Kisara released the tendrils and used her hat as a distraction, throwing it at Nut; It gave her enough time to lessen the length gap between them and throw a perfect uppercut. "I bet you also had no idea I can MMA your ass to hell and back, you dumb broad." whilst Marilyn kept the shield up, Silver Chariot was trying to destroy the tendrils to get the others to escape also. "Jotaro's a brawler - I'm the one with the techniques."

"AND SO AM I!" Asenath got in a defensive stance, ready to grapple her, but it was in vain; Kisara easily side-stepped and grabbed her wrist, throwing her off her pace before hitting her in the back of the head with her elbow.

"Oh, really? What can you do? Get on your knees for men? Or grovel to the ground like the whore you are?" she confidence and swagger with which Kisara turned, her hair and haori swishing around her, were very sexy, Jotaro remarked from afar. "If you can't even block a simple Silat technique, than what can you do? Watch your husband and child die before your very eyes? Ha! Pathetic."

Asenath got up, ready to attack; The kid started wailing loudly, and then roaring - Osiris started erratically throwing waves of blue flames towards the other crusaders; Marilyn couldn't keep up with the shields, and taking them directly burnt Kisara - However, Silver Chariot's sword spinning like a helicopter propeller was able to deflect the fire back to the kid; Magician Red could counter the fire by slowing it down; Yet Star and Hierophant Green were powerless in a direct confrontation; They had to be sneaky about it.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin yelled, confusing the little kid who kept his eyes closed while Osiris did all the work; Nut started unleashing more vines towards the crusaders, aimed for their limbs; The powers of all Stands were unleashed and were tangling together in a chaotic mess.

"Hey, Asenath - Do you know why you're so pathetic?" Kisara yelled at her as she managed to grab her by her long, ebony hair, dragging her face down on her knee and breaking her nose, before wrestling her to the ground. "Not only did you fail N'doul, but you're also failing your kid - You are going to watch your own child die - The last reminder that your husband even existed - And he's going to get picked apart by the vultures, bit by bit; Eaten away by maggots and skinned by the harsh wind." Asenath was unable to retaliate in other ways but verbal. She was hysterical, screech and crying.

"Kid, it's over, stop fighting already!" Joseph yelled at the kid - Who in their right mind would want to kill a child, of all things? Still - It was one deadly child with an awfully deadly power.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU KILLED MY DADDY! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! YOU DESERVE TO DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" his screech was ear-piercing... Until it wasn't anymore.

"N-... No.... NO.... NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Asenath's wail veiled the Valley of Kings, watching her child get torn apart to little bits... By her own Stand. When no one was paying attention, Marilyn grabbed the tendrils and flew to the child, wrapping them around him; One Asenath lost control of her own mind, Nut acted on instinct - Her rose vines grabbed onto a corporeal thing, and they tightened until there was nothing to hold onto. The little pieces of the child lay on the ground, yet his blood was being rapidly absorbed by the sand.

The whole place was quiet - A child was torn apart before their own eyes, and Kisara, nor Marilyn, seemed to be holding any bit of remorse. "You... Monster..." Asenath's anguish must have been heard even by Dio. "You... You killed a child... A child...! MY child! My baby - My little boy--"

"Seth sliced Osiris to pieces also." Kisara shrugged, her burnt, mangled arms hidden by the haori sleeves. "If you cared so much for that kid, you wouldn't have used him for your own vendetta against us. Furthermore, if you loved your husband as much as you claim you did, you'd have protected and preserved that child more than life itself. You see - Isis might have managed to piece Osiris back together - But you will never to do that." she took off the Isis necklace given to her by Jotaro, dangling it tauntingly in front of her very eyes. "You're pathetic. You're a failure as a woman, as a mother, and as a wife. If you were any better, you wouldn't have chosen revenge over your own family." Kisara continued mocking the woman. "You dare come to me - Accusing me of being a failure - Attacking MY family - And then you blame me for defending them? For doing anything in my power to protect them?" she took off her haori, getting behind her and using it to strangle her; The faint muscles on her arms were visibly flexing underneath all that charred skin and bloody deep gashes going down from her elbows all the way down to her long and sharp nails. "I am not the monster - You are, Asenath. I just did what I had to do - I was protecting them. You are the one who chose Dio over you husband and child. You got what you deserved - And so did they."

"N-No... Y-You... Are wrong... M-Master... Dio... Will... S-Save... Them......................"

Asenath's body fell limp on the sand; Kisara didn't spare her a second glance; She recovered her haori and hid her injuries as if it was the most natural thing to come; For once, she was in agonising pain - She wanted to cry, to rip her limbs off, to scream into the skies and heavens for torturing her to this degree - But she did nothing. She picked up her sword, placing it back in the scabbard, and dusted the hat off sand to place it back on her head - The blinding light was agonising her eyes. 

No one was speaking. Marilyn was quiet also. For some reason, she looked so eerie and terrifying, with that passive sweet smile, and the blood splattered on her. The Devil, Upright... Became The Devil, Reverse. The terrifying fiend that everyone was fearing was touching everyone, gently, and healing their wounds as if they never happened.  Marilyn and Kisara were acting as if the attack never happened - As if Asenath and Amon hadn't existed.

With hands dug into her large pants pockets, Kisara stepped towards the gang; Vultures were already going around to pick apart the dead bodies. "Luxor is close. We should get going." her voice was as emotionlessly serene as Marilyn's smile. No one seemed to move - Their eyes were fixed on the mother and child being prey to the predators of the desert. "Come on. We can't stay here all day." seeing that no one was reacting, she sighed in exasperation and turned around. Marilyn disappeared with a wave as Kisara began walking towards the city. "You're gonna get a heatstroke - I can't heal that." she offered a lazy wave - Half of her arm was visible, along with the tragic state it was in. It must be hell going around with that... Unless that was a 3rd degree burnt and her nerves went to shit, and she was feeling absolutely nothing at all.

She walked alone through the Valley of Kings; Alone, like a desert rose, until she found a small open tavern. The shop owner had a Japanese radio playing music, and he serve her an ice-cold bottle of Coco Cola to enjoy; The coldness was soothing on her healing burns - The more the wounds healed, the more they hurt - The repairing of the nerves was making her brain lit up like Christmas fairy light on display. For how long she waited there, all alone, watching the soothing Nile rocking up North, she had no idea - Dissociating and staring at water was therapeutical for her healing process - Ignoring the pain as much as possible.

By the time the Crusaders found her, she had gone through five bottles of soda; If only it still had cocaine, it would have been so much better - Alas, cocaine was replaced by caffeine, an energiser, so it internally making things worse for her. If only she could get into overdrive and keel over dead, it wouldn't have been that bad.

She kept quiet as the group were discussing their next step - To find a nice hotel in Luxor and have a good rest. They had gone through enough, and desperately needed to rest and heal. She followed right behind like a phantasm haunting them; Once again, Joseph and Avdol roomed together, Kisara was with her brother, and poor Jotaro had the misfortune of having Frenchie as his roommate. After eating a tasty hot meal, the Stardust Crusaders retired for the evening.

The girl plopped down on her comfortable bed, placed her headphones on and listened to music - It was her sign that she wasn't up for communicating, even to her best friend and brother; The hat was placed over her face, and she dearly hoped she would fall fast asleep and escape the hell of her healing wounds. Song after song, she was lost into her own melody reverie, from Metallica, to Scorpions and AC/DC and Iron Maiden, the hypnotic tunes overwrote her sense of time and space, as if she was just energy in the universe without a body to attach to.

Alas, she was brutally woken up - Noriaki wasn't aware of her pain; He just wanted to speak to her - He gently touched the exposed skin on her hand, the little uncovered by the haori; The boy was rendered petrified by the way she screeched in agony, her body jolting up with a violent jerk. The hat and headphones had fallen from the commotion, and the haori slipped down her shoulders, revealing the grotesque look of her arms. His amethyst eyes flicked between the desperation in her eyes, the tears streaming down her cheeks... And those gnarly arms of hers. He, of all people, knew that girl never felt any bit of physical pain her whole life - And to get exposed to this, of all things... The Steely Dan situation was bad enough, with her feeling even the brunt of Jotaro's punch to the diaphragm... This was on another level.

"Why didn't you tell me?" his voice was wavering, a failed attempt at holding back his tears.

"Y'all were mourning the dearly departed." she managed to calm herself a little; Biting her bottom lip, feeling the iron taste of blood flooding her mouth. "I felt nothing at first - My nerves were fucked - But since Marilyn started healing my arms from the inside, repairing the nerves, I've been on a rollercoaster of pain." she explained, her posture hunched, as if to shy away from her brother. "I was trying to zone out the pain. Sleep it away or something. I was doing great - Until you touched me."

Noriaki hung his head, shaking it lightly. "You weren't answering - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he sighed. "Shouldn't you bandage the wounds?"

"It's fine. They'll heal - Sooner or later. I won't get sepsis anyway. Marilyn is doing her job." she replied, returning the hat where it belonged, hiding her face properly.

"Alright." he nodded slowly. "Alright then." he said again. "How are you feeling - Mentally, emotionally, I mean."

"What do you mean?" she asked, a little brash; Her physical pain was making her reactions raw and hostile without realising. "Because I killed a woman and her parasite? Do you want me to show remorse or what?" she sneered under her breath. "Was I supposed to open death with open arms because a stupid 6 year old bastard and his bitch mother were attacking us?"

"Kisara, you took two lives with your own hands - Brutally, in fact - And one of them was a child who just lost his dad because of us." she couldn't stand her brother rationalising and blaming her for defending them. "I was borderline crazy and almost killed multiple by a baby - A baby! And I didn't kill him; I sent him away!" the girl rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"God save Kakyoin Noriaki, the righteous angel of the family! Thank God you exist, so our family can be further dishonoured by the Devil herself - Stupid, remorseless, evil Kisara, the black sheep of the Kakyoin bloodline! -- Or whatever you wanna say." she pushed her brother away from her as she got out of the bed, ready to go out. "If you want to blame me for killing a snotty brat and his whore of a mother, then go ahead, see if I care; I don't regret shit, nor will you hear me apologising or even saying a prayer for either of them. I don't give a single fuck, Noriaki, I don't - And if that terrified you, then that's your problem, not mine. As long as I keep you alive, I don't care what unspeakable, unforgivable sins I do."

The Sun was going down rapidly, vanishing into the horizon; Soon, the dark blue sky was embellished with the prettiest twinkling stars, all silver and golden and so, so beautiful. Kisara found her solace on a rock by the Nile; The sound of the water moving softly made her feel a little peace. It wasn't fair. Why did it matter that the enemy was a child and his mother? They were enemies, and they almost got killed by them. That little cockroach managed to melt away her shield and burn her arms almost to crisp - And she took it like a champ to save her friends. Star Platinum couldn't rip the vines, nor could he deflect the flames; Magician Red's flames weren't as powerful as the Sirius blue flames, nor could they turn the rose tendrils to ashes; Joseph was outright useless, her brother could only serve as distraction - For once, Polnareff was the only one capable of doing anything; Chariot's sword was strong enough to cut through the vines, and fast enough to deflect the fire. Without Polnareff, Kisara doubts she could have kept everyone safe and sound... Unharmed. She had already gotten through that scare with Anubis - She didn't want that to happen again; And if that meant becoming the ruthless killer of a kid and his mother, fuck if she cared. She was going to do it, all the way until they defeat Dio.

If the others decide to shun her afterwards, it won't matter - As long as they live.

"How many times must I remind you - Going out alone at night is dangerous." Kisara didn't seem to react in any way to acknowledge Jotaro's arrival. "What, I get the silent treatment now? Saving for Kakyoin - I'm not blaming you." he sat down next to her?

"Oh, really? That's a surprise." she huffed, hugging her legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. "Seems like everyone's out to get me."

"You're imagining things." his comment earned a bratty scoff, and she looked away.

"It took you almost an hour to catch up to me. I think you guys were far more preoccupied with prayers rather than remembering I exist." which was true, Jotaro thought to himself.

"Avdol insisted we make a grave for them and say a prayer - For them to reunite as a family in the afterlife - Or something like that." he was sure the girl was rolling her eyes. "We killed many Stand Users; Maybe not that direct, but even still, we contributed directly to their death. I have no right to blame you. No one does." his words seemed to slowly mellow her out like a marshmallow. "What you did is no different from me killing to save mum."

"They why did everyone look at me like I was a monster?" her pained whisper compelled Jotaro to hug her tightly to his chest; He wanted, truly; But he slowly raised her sleeve, looking at the extent of her damage.

"I'm surprised you're not crying like a baby from these wounds. They look awful." she nodded slowly. 

"They hurt even worse." she muttered delicately. "I try to not think about the pain." soft tears streamed down slowly. "It hurts like fucking hell. My whole body feels like it's on fire, continuously tortured with no rest; It's not just my arms - Everything is killing me. I'm exhausted - I just want them to heal already. I'm going crazy." she hid her face in her knees. "And all Nori can do is blame me." she huffed, silent. "Give me a fucking break."

"I don't blame you for being pissed." he spoke loud and clear. "We were lucky you and Polnareff could even move. Today was pretty damn pathetic." the girl shrugged her shoulders. "I kicked Polnareff out of the room to stay with Kakyoin." JoJo said nonchalantly. "Figured you wouldn't wanna go back to him tonight."

"That's very thoughtful of you. Thanks." she spoke quietly. "I don't want to have any conversation about what happened today - And I certainly don't want to see scornful eyes on me." she let her legs dangle down the rock. "Though I wonder if I will even be able to sleep, because of the pain."

"How long?" the boy asked, referring to the length of the healing process.

"Fuck if I know." she groaned, shifting her head up to the sky. "As fast as possible, hopefully."

"We'll stay here two nights. Should be enough." the girl nodded in agreement. "If you manage to catch some sleep tonight, I'll let you sleep in. It might go faster." he nodded towards her arms.

"Thanks, JoJo. Much appreciated." slowly, she rose her shaky arms in her eye-view. "I just want to have pretty hands again - And functional."

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