#jjba fic

[starry-snippets]

wake up

synopsis: you’ve recently awakened a power after being injured. around the same time your husband begins filing for divorce. your only company is your daughter jolyne and the monster keeping you up at night 

tw: divorce mentions, relationship strife, angst, hurt, comfort, swearing, implied afab reader (cause jolyne is you and jotaro’s kid)

Your fingers gently take the hair clips out of Jolyne’s hair. She wanted to wear butterfly hair clips with her fishtail braid, so you happily put them in. Now that she’s back from elementary school her hair is a bit messy from playing, loose strands and broken butterfly clips on her head. 

“Did you have a good day, Jojo?” She begins to ramble about her day with a smile, her outspoken nature definitely coming more from you than Jotaro. Jolyne tells you about how she won every dodgeball game in gym class and how everyone was so impressed. “That’s amazing dear.” You say while beginning to comb out her hair, as all the clips and elastic bands are out. “Your hair is getting really long.” You comment as it falls to her mid back, and she just shrugs. 

“I kinda want a haircut.” A hum of acknowledgement accompanies Jolyne’s statement. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed. It’ll always grow back if you want it longer again.” Jolyne nods with a bounce, making you halt your brushing so she doesn’t get her hair tugged on. “Do you have any homework tonight?” 

“Just a bit! I’ll do it once you put my hair up,” she says it with a pout and you can hear it in her tone. She’s such a precious child, you think as you finish combing her hair and pin it into a loose bun. 

“Dinner will be ready for you when you’re done dear. Let me know if you need any help.” Jolyne nods with a smile and runs upstairs to her room. You watch as she races to her room, the door shutting softly behind her. Your heart stings as you head to the kitchen to begin dinner. Jotaro has been coming home long after you’ve eaten with Jolyne for the past few days. 

Shaking your head as if that’ll shake these thoughts from your mind, you look in the cupboards for your recipe book. As you rummage in the back of the shelf you see an ornate brooch in the shape of a beetle. Curious, you pick it up. It feels like a knife tears right through your palm and you drop it with a scream. Jolyne comes racing down from her room, stopping at the end of the stairs when you tell her to hastily. 

“I’m okay Jojo! Just scratched myself, you should get started on that homework.” You offer her a smile, gritting your teeth behind closed lips. Her eyebrows push together but she nods, heading back up to her room. Once the doors closed you let out a groan, watching as blood dripped down your hand and onto your tile floor. “I need to clean this up,” You calmly state while wiping the blood from your palm onto your apron you put on since entering the kitchen. 

“I’m sure this brooch is Jotaro’s, I’ll put it on his desk too.” You mutter while exiting the kitchen. In the adjacent room you find his work study and you place the brooch in a drawer full of various nick-nacks. The tchotchke was fairly cute, but you can’t help but wonder why he had it. 

Turning around to clean the kitchen, you see a looming figure. Its body has [color] accents with gold and beige, skin adorned with scales resembling a pangolin. You fall back, anxious of getting too close to this stranger. It has a long tail that’s curling into itself, angular eyes and an animalistic snout. 

“Who-what are you?” Scrambling to your feet, you watch the strange creature stare at you with those beady eyes. In the pupils you can see stars and in the iris you see your shocked expression staring back at you. You watch the monster with wide eyes, terrified that when you blink you’ll be a goner. It stares back with absent vigor, with hazy eyes like it has cataracts. “Leave me alone…” You whisper in a silent plea. You can’t let anything happen to Jolyne. 

“I’m Wake Up.” It’s voice is scratchy like you imagine those scales to be. “I’m your stand. I’ve been born from your soul’s desires.” You shake your head, entirely disbelieving this entire situation. “You’re not imagining this.” 

You just wish for this to end. Your breathing begins to shake, pupils shaking as anxiety takes a hold of you. The throbbing in your hand begins to burn when the creature places its hand on yours. It has long nails just like a rodent. The radiating pain begins to calm upon touching the scales covering it’s body. 

“This is your power. I can heal with these scales and I can harden my body. Like a pangolin my tongue is long, and my claws are nigh indestructible. If you take off these scales they’ll act like a tracking device.” You stare at the creature – you mean your stand – still shell-shocked. “I’m here to help. Not hurt.” Eventually you nod, allowing this being into your life. Still you’re scared and worried for yourself and Jolyne, but you can’t do anything at the moment. Suddenly it disappears, the creature retracting into a scaly ball before vanishing from your sights. Your breath hitches, still shaken up over the ordeal. 

You head to the kitchen with a towel anyway, quickly wiping the blood from the floor and beginning dinner. 

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

Another night where Jolyne and you are eating dinner together. She picks at her food, upset that her father isn’t there. You’re upset too, eyebrows pushed together as you stir the ice cubes in your water. Jolyne isn’t chatty like she normally is, staring blankly at the food on her plate as she plays with it. Normally you’ll tell her to be careful to not make a mess but words are logged in your throat and no matter how much water you drink it won’t move. 

Jolyne goes to bed the earliest she has in a long time that night. It’s now nine pm and you’re laying in bed, your pangolin-esque stand sitting at the end of your shared bed with Jotaro. Jolyne was asleep last you checked on her, so you invited the mystery to appear again. 

“Do I control when you appear?” 

“Mostly,” Wake Up responds while wiggling its scaly tail. “Sometimes I won’t listen.” 

Your eyebrows react to that by lowering. “What do you mean by-” 

“Like now!” The creature vanishes as the bedroom door opens. Jotaro enters with his usual serious expression, your hands are against the sheets with a look that reads you’re not happy about your stand’s audacity. 

“Jotaro.” You greet him with a bittersweet smile, heart aching at his absence but finally feeling minimal relief at his awaited appearance. “Was work alri-” 

He cuts you off immediately by removing his top to change into pajamas along with his blunt words. “We should get a divorce.” 

Your heart sinks into your stomach. If you weren’t sitting in bed you worry the weight of what he just said would cause it to fall right through you. Like a deer in the headlights you stare at him, mind entirely frazzled by his proposition. 

“I’ve gotten all the papers ready. I need your approval.” 

Is this why he was home late every night? When you thought he was working late to make sure Jolyne had everything she could ever want and you could indulge in your hobbies – he was really just going behind your back to remove you from his life? 

Your breathing becomes erratic as you stare at the man you vowed to love all your life. His effigy is a painful reminder that you’ve honored that – through all the times he's been short with you, he’s yelled, he’s acted on whatever he needed for himself – but he hasn’t. When he said “I do” all those years ago he was lying. Your face is growing hot in anger and sorrow, tears soothing the burning of your face. Cupping your face with your hands, you try to hide all the emotions overflowing. It’s obvious despite your shaking hands hiding your tear stained face because of your loud hiccups. 

The mattress sinks a little as Jotaro gets into bed with you to be met with you turning away. You can’t see how his eyes narrow in his own sadness. You don’t know why he’s doing this, or how much he still loves you. As he watches you sob his own heart is breaking, especially with how you refuse his comfort. He wishes he could stay with you, that he could stay with Jolyne, but your safety has always been his priority. 

“I’m so sorry.” Jotaro says empathetically while your body shakes. 

“Sorry you don’t love me anymore.” You said it so quietly, your sobs and hiccups interrupting the words, but Jotaro hears it and wants this to have never happened.

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

The divorce is underway and you can’t sleep. Jotaro comes home even later than before which fills your mind with rage and resentment. Is he actually working or is he getting the things you couldn’t give him? Is he overworking himself like you always thought or is he getting stress relief from someone in the way you thought he only got from you? 

Jolyne notices how your gentle and nurturing nature has changed. Instead of seeing the glass half full you see it empty. As you brush her hair you aren’t humming, instead you’re staring off into space and stroking and stroking and stroking it until Jolyne asks if you’re okay. 

Your dinners are less coordinated. The dishes aren’t done as you cook, now they gather at the edge of the sink and stay in the dishwasher until noon. The apples in her lunch aren’t cut to look like bunnies, the napkins don’t have sweet notes on them, and there’s no cute animal forks for her to eat her vegetables with. 

“You’re worrying Jolyne.” Wake Up ridicules while you stare into the vacant spot besides you. It’s so cold without your furnace of a husband beside you. “I know shit’s rough but Jolyne deserves a present parent. And Jotaro isn’t present for either of you.” You know their right but you still feel anger in your soul. Naturally, Wake Up knows that. “You can’t make him love you again.” 

“I know that!” You snap despite your best attempts to keep it inside. Tears flow down your face again, face heating up as you recall what Jotaro had said nights ago. “I know that,” You reiterate in a broken voice. You’re so tired of sobbing – so tired of being strong. But you know Wake Up is right. Jolyne needs you to be strong for her. 

The next morning Jolyne wakes up to the smell of pancakes. She races down the steps, seeing you humming while flipping the fluffy breakfast. There’s cut strawberries and bananas in a dish, whipped cream and syrup on the counter too. Three plates are set up which fills Jolyne with hope that her dad did come home last night. It fills you with hope too despite knowing he never came to bed. It’s false hope but it’s what you feel you need. Once the pancakes are all done you serve her, watching as she happily gets fruit and syrup to eat them with. 

“Thank you!” Jolyne has a big smile, her messy hair all over the place since you didn’t pin it up for her. 

“Of course Jojo.” You smile back while grabbing the comb, elastics, and hairclips. “Once you’re done eating I’ll help tidy up your hair.” 

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

Waiting for the divorce to finally happen may be breaking you more than the initial conversation. It’s like living a double life, putting on a happy front for Jolyne while falling into a deep spiral every time you’re alone with the lights off. 

Tonight’s like any other as your mind races and Wake Up witnesses it while curled up into themself. Only this night the door opens, light being introduced from a distant world. You’re too preoccupied in your head to recall your stand, Jotaro’s subtly shocked expression going unnoticed by your closed eyes. 

“[Name], get back!” That voice you know better than your own shouts startled. “This must be an enemy stand!” A purple entity emerges from behind him as your stand uncoils itself. 

“No, it’s my stand.” You say with narrowed eyes. Jotaro stares at you in shock and recalls his own stand. 

“When did this happen?” 

“A week ago. I picked up the brooch you had in my recipe cupboard and it pierced me.” You extend your arm, showing him the scar along the lines of your palm. “You knew that brooch did this to people? Why did you even have it?” You stare at his blank expression and shake your head. “It’s like I don’t even know you. Like there’s this entirely different world you live in and you can’t give me access. I thought we loved each other, I thought we trusted each other.” You shake your head again before your voice can get louder. “But I realize I’m wrong about both.” 

You’re met with silence as Jotaro thinks of what to say. If he should tell you that he loves you, that he just wants to be safe, that he’s never been happy away from you? 

“I do love you-” 

“Bullshit!” You’re so upset about the whole situation that you cut him off. “Why would you want a divorce then? Am I not good enough? I’ve only ever tried my hardest! What else could I do? I fucking love you, and-and you don’t love me,” You wish you’d stop talking with how rude you’re being, but all the anger held inside of you is coming out in full. “What did I do wrong?” 

“I want to keep you and Jolyne safe. These abilities we have cause people to target us. I can’t let anything happen to you or Jolyne. I love you both too much for that to happen.” Jotaro comes closer to your figure on the bed, taking you in his arms. You think about thrashing against him, but it’s been so long without his touch and you melt completely into his body. “I love you. I love you so much.” Jotaro feels ready to cry with how much he’s hurt you in his attempts to put you out of harm. “You and Jolyne matter most to me.” 

“I have a stand now,” You begin while wrapping your arms around his neck. Holding onto him tightly, you inhale his cologne. The scent of him is nearly gone from the sheets. “I can protect myself and Jolyne. You don’t need to do this.” 

Jotaro is silent for a moment, thinking about your point. He doesn’t want to be naive in thinking that, but you may be right that your stand is enough to combat the dangerous nature of being unique. 

“I trust you [Name].” Jotaro holds you tightly, relieved himself to have you in his arms. “I’ll cancel the divorce. I need you in my life.” 

“I need you too.” 

#jjba #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro x gender neutral reader #jotaro x you #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba fluff #hurt/comfort #angst #jjba angst #fluff #jjba fic #part 6 jotaro #part 6 jojo #jolyne kujo #jolyne cujoh #tw divorce #tw swearing

[gay-dorito-dust]

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.

#jjba fic #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #jjba imagines #weather report x reader #weather report imagines #weather report imagine #weather report fic #weather report fanfic #jjba headcanons #stone ocean x reader #stone ocean x you #jjba x you #weather report x you #stone ocean imagines #stone ocean imagine #stone ocean fic #stone ocean fanfic

[gncgang]

Keicho Nijimura would not have a funeral.

Pieces of the aftermath through the eyes of Okuyasu Nijimura, brother of the deceased.

the nijimura brothers make me so sad y’all. shoutout to @goatpaste you ENABLER

#my posts #frog's fics #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #keicho nijimura #okuyasu nijimura #diu #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #josuke higashikata #nijimura brothers #nijimura bros #jjba fic

[jei-rifni]

Hi i made an entire essay on why this fic is incredible but tumblr freaking killed the upload so its gone forever and its 5am i havent slept and im a little pissy now so in short.

Everyone go FREAKING THIS FIC NOW and also the creator made a game for the fic its increble PLEASE PLEASE PEAAASEE CHECK IT OUTR its like 5 years old now but i dont care

It's incredible heres the link

Thisssss

Its about post part 4 and its so cool the supernatural elements and and the uhh the story the writing the way they potray the characters im sobbing yeah go read it NOWWW

#jjba #jei poopy talks #jojos bizarre adventure #fic rec #jjba fic #Jojos bizarre adventure fic #jjba fanfic

[komoreibi]

first dates with bucciarati, narancia, and fugo (gn!reader)

bruno bucciarati

you expected this but...

bucciarati is a gentleman so ofc he’s gonna bring you on the perfect date

he picks you up at a good time,

opens the car door for you,

and drives you to a fancy high class restaurant in his car.

(btw his car smells so good it smells like new car but also like him and his perfume i bet he uses something expensive idrk perfume)

hes so gentlemanly im in love 

so this restaurant.

there’s a live band playing some background music,

there’s a nice candlelit table for you two to sit at,

the waiters are so professional and attentive,

bucciarati also ordered a super expensive red wine to share between the two of you

the vibe is seriously just lovely.

ALSO HE GIFTS YOU A RED ROSE AAAA

bucciarati is literally just filling all the cliche gentleman things ok

idrk what else to say, it’s just a wonderful date and when you’re not eating, the two of you are chatting and staring into each others eyes without a care in the world

ya know, chin resting on palm kinda shit

you forget you’re at a fancy restaurant because you just keep wanting to get to know more about this guy!

anyways, the restaurant eventually has to close so the two of you drive back

i also hc bucci has a really high tolerance so he can drive fine with this amount of wine

and he walks you back to the front door of your apartment.

but right before he goes, he takes your hand in his, lifting it and placing a little kiss to your knuckle.

“buona notte e sogni d’oro, amore mio.”

good night and sweet dreams, my love

narancia ghirga

narancia almost couldn’t sleep last night while thinking about your date today!

definitely asked the other guys for date advice (not that they’re much more experienced than him)

he shows up to your house (a little late) with a small bouquet of flowers he picked up on the way and a blush on his cheeks.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d like these but i got it anyways! they reminded me of you!”

he’s so sweet ugh

the actual date tho, it’s very narancia!!

he brings you to a local night market and takes you to try out every other piece of food his eyes land on!

“oo, look at that cannoli! lets get some!”

“y/n, look! that ice cream is so tall, should we share one?”

“ahh the pizza smells so good, let’s get a slice!”

narancia also pulls you everywhere by the hand, and he’s got this huge smile on his face so even if you’re getting a little dizzy and lost in the market with how fast he’s going, it’s all worth it because his smile is there to reassure you it’ll be fine!

by the end of the night, your hearts and your tummies are full <3

(as suggested by bucciarati), narancia offers to walk you back home.

the walk home is slow, partly because your tummies are too full, and partly because you just don’t want this night to end.

but eventually, you make it to your front door and he pauses awkwardly, shifting around on his feet.

it’s quite clear he has something on his mind, so you ask him.

“o-oh uh… it’s nothing really…”

but if his constant glancing at your lips on the way back was anything to go by, you knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

so you lean forward and quickly peck his cheek.

the both of you have red cheeks as you quickly enter your house and wave good night.

narancia is standing there stunned!

did you just…?

he can’t help but run down the street shouting in happiness while you watch him from the window with a bashful smile.

minutes later you receive a text saying, “we have to do this again real soon!”

pannacotta fugo

museum date museum date

cmon the man’s an Intellectual ofc he would suggest someplace like a museum!

you two meet at the museum entrance and he is firstly

Stunned

by how wonderful you look today.

he almost forgets to speak

but anyways the date is really calm, you two go on a weekday to avoid the crowd, so you can really take your time looking at the exhibits.

fugo explains some of the things to you, pointing out small details and facts that he researched the night before

(yes he did research for this date)

and everything is going fine until some rowdy group of students his age (clearly escaping their class field trip or something) are causing trouble.

fugo takes it upon himself to ask them to not be a nuisance but they don’t really care (plus he’s wearing his normal clothes rather than his gang attire ya know?)

and unfortunately he explodes and gets into a fight

long story short, he felt horrible for causing a ruckus, almost damaging an exhibit, and worst of all, ruining your first date with him.

so while you’re left speechless and staring, he quickly turns away and walks away, planning to probably never to speak to you again.

but... you walk over and grab his hand.

it’s the first time you’ve held hands today.

fugo flinches and almost pulls away but he’s trying his absolute hardest right now to not do that because...

“why are you still trying to talk to me? after all that you just saw?”

and you reply, “i don’t know how to say it... but i thought that was kind of cool. and i know it’s not as if you’re always like that. i wouldn’t agree to go on a date if i despised that side of you, you know?”

fugo is kinda shocked honestly, he never expected to hear that.

but he squeezes your hands lightly and nods.

“thank you, it means a lot. i promise to bring you on a better date next time! somewhere quieter where we won’t be interrupted.”

who knows where he brings you next? 

maybe a picnic, or maybe a stay at home date?

doesn’t matter all that much, because it definitely lived up to his promise.

#i’ll do the rest of bucci gang another day #this has just been sitting in the drafts forever so it’s time to get out #jjba #jjba x reader #bucciarati #bruno bucciarati #how do you spell his name #bucciarati x reader #narancia #narancia ghirga #narancia x reader #fugo #pannacotta fugo #fugo x reader #jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jjba fic #reader insert #gn reader #rei.writes #jjba fluff #jjba scenarios #jjba imagines #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo fluff #jojo x reader

[trashbabyart]

The Altar - Demon Diavolo x Reader fic!

Chapter 1 is up! Minors DNI, please read tags!

"You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

#diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo jojo #diavolo jjba #demon au #jjba fic #jjba fanfic #jojo fic #x reader #reader insert #jjba part 5 #jjba #jojo fanfic #this is very filthy so be warned

[crypticspacecat]

bish ykw? ive just realised ive never returned the favour in asking for a request LOOOL so here i am requesting: DILFtaro seeming to always find himself looking like an absolute GOOF in front of his crush, black!fem reader — who also happens to be lil jolyne’s toddler pilates teacher 😁😁

I'm ngl, when I read your request, I was listening to this song LMAO

Hope you enjoy!

(Y/N), the Pilates instructor loves kids. While getting her teaching certification, she works with toddlers part-time. First meeting the instructor, Jotaro was at a loss for words. Her expressive brown eyes, her beautiful goddess locs always in a high ponytail, and radiant brown skin stunned the single father. He almost ran into the door after meeting the young woman, much to his dismay. This feeling, he hasn’t felt this since first meeting his late wife. It’s the first time in years he’s actually considered dating anyone and he feels like a lovesick teenager. 

Move❤️✨️

Being a single dad (or parent for that matter) is not for the weak. Jotaro, despite the passing of his late wife, managed the hurdles pretty damn well. One of the biggest obstacles was properly bonding with Jolyne. Between his grieving and demanding toddler, he was emotionally ready to explode. A saving grace in the form of a co-worker one day tells him about a toddler Pilates class at the local gym. Since then, he’s been taking Jolyne to the local gym while he also gets a workout himself for the past month and a half.

Every time he tries to talk to her, something always seems to trip him up. Whether he either stutters or even freezes before bidding a brief “Goodbye”. He still cringes at what happened last week.

‘Jotaro, like every other week, brings Jolyne to the toddler’s Pilates class. He once again sees her talking to another parent. She of course is sporting her usual pink crop top and leggings that hugged her body well. Especially her butt…

“Oh, good morning Mr. Kujo!” She greets him, snapping him out of his daydreaming state. She walks over, her hips swaying while she walks. The single father’s heart starts to race, making sure he says the right words.

“Hey (Y/N). Um, how’s it going?” He replies sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“Things are well, classes have been running smoothly! I hear you’re a marine biologist, I bet that’s exciting.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty interesting, I sometimes travel and-”

“HI MS. (Y/N)!” Jolyne yells, prompting Jotaro to mutter a ‘yare yare daze’ whilst covering his face with his cap. The teacher squats down to greet the eager toddler.

“Hi Jolyne! How are you today?” (Y/N) gleams, sincerity in her that Jotaro definitely noticed.

“Am good, my daddy reeeeaaaallly likes you.” Jolyne says, prompting Jotaro to silently scold her.

“What? It’s truuu, are you gonna be my new momm-”

“Ok, um I have to go before I’m late for work. Have fun Jolyne.” Jotaro says before speeding out of the gym, face red as a tomato.’

Hoping she doesn’t remember the incident, he brings Jolyne to the gym once more. Jotaro sees (Y/N) making small talk with a parent. She’s once again sporting her usual crop top with pitch-black leggings. 

“Hi, Dr. Kujo!” The teacher greets him, making her way to him and Jolyne. He admires the way her hips sway as she walks toward him.

“Hey, how’s the class going?” He asks

“Class is good, everyone is doing well and making vast improvements. Happy to see you, Jolyne!” She gleams, squatting at Jolyne’s height.

“Hi Ms. (Y/N)!” Jolyne says before running to her friends. 

“Jolyne is great kid, she’s always super eager in class.” (Y/N) says as she gets up from her squatting position.

“Yeah, she always had a fiery spirit.” He says, trying to be nonchalant.

“Oh, also, about last week-”

“I’m really sorry about that, Jolyne can be a little much sometimes.” Jotaro shyly says, still having the scene replay in his head.

“It’s fine, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh...um, sure.” Jotaro mutters, feeling his palms getting sweaty.

“Um, whenever you’re free, maybe you want to go out to dinner?” she asks, shocking Jotaro. He honestly never considered whether she liked him back or not. The stalling lasts for a few more seconds before Jotaro finally answers.

“Yeah, I would love to.” He says, gaining some last-minute courage. She smiles at the answer, making his heart skip a beat. He actually did it! Well, she asked him first, but Jotaro still counts this as a victory.

“Oh, here’s my number and you can call me anytime.” (Y/N) mentions with a wink. Jotaro shares his contact information before leaving for work and her class starting. 

He gets in the car, dramatically taking a deep breath before starting the car. He drives away from the gym with a small smirk on his face, looking forward to the date.

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[luzho]

the 28th chapter of ‘In Another Life’ by @sato-u1f98b (ZaHandosYourWeedWagon on ao3) has been released!! and let me tell yall, shit has escalated real fast!!!!! as always, i adored the flow of the narration and the sheer possibilities Sato is raising, and in this chapter, i was captivated by the rhythm of all this action...! ⊹˚₊ GO READ IT!!! ₊˚⊹

(pose based on this photo of alexis chaparro for the v magazine 2022 calendar) ((after the cut, the drawing without the text))

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[sandandstarz]

🩸🕸 Father Dearest 🕸🩸

It was a blur. First you were walking the bustling streets of Cairo with your mother shopping for food and next thing you know you're knocked out by what seemed to be something you could only describe as a ghost. You had your own ghost of sorts, it said it’s name was Quiet Riot, and as your body was dragged into a large castle you wondered if they could be in any way related.

You finally came to a cold dark room, your arms being bound behind your back. Screams of pure agony, distilled by the echoey chamber of the castle, reached your ears. Feeble body desperately fighting against your bonds as Quiet Riot appeared before you and began tying the ropes around your wrists and ankles. Free now and able to walk, you made your way to the door, where you were shakily able to pick the lock that bolted you in, surprising considering your vision being blurred by tears and your mind rushing with thoughts of we're your mother could be, and god forbid if those screams were hers.

The heavy wooden door slowly creaked open to reveal long winding stone hallways. They were dark with the exception of a few candles smattered about, and you wondered why they didn't open the heaven curtains blocking the window, but that wasn't important right now.

Bare feet against cobblestone you rushed in the direction of the noises. After the twists and turns of the castle confused you and sent you in a circle, you finally found yourself in front of a large pair of double doors. The screams had gone quiet a minute or so ago and you weren't even sure if this is where they had been emanating from, but nonetheless you trusted your gut. You were going to find your mother and get out of here. Your small hands pushed against the grain of the oak, and with assistants from Quiet Riot, they were opened with ease. 

The sight that lay behind those doors where nothing you could have ever been prepared to see. Your mothers body, limp and gray on the stone floor, blood pooling out of her neck into a crimson puddle beneath her. Then you saw him, his amber eyes making contact with your own froze you in place. And he spoke 

“My my, I am terribly sorry you had to see that” 

Cruelty dripped from his voice, and in an instant he stood in front of you, hand grasping your chin as he smiled at you.

‘How could he have approached me so fast, does he have some kind of special ghost like me?’

The giant of a man’s mouth opened to speak once more but then, like a flash of lighting, something inside you switched on, and the Riot’s hands threw the man a few feet from you, even with all your force you could sense he wasn't hurt in the slightest, but all you needed was a moment before you except what was sure to come. Tears were flowing down your face now as you quickly dropped to your knees before your mothers corpse, though you barely had a second to grieve her fate. 

“Quite the stand you have there”

The figure lifted you now by the throat, cutting off the air to your brain, and a small squeak of fear left your mouth, he laughed. 

‘How could he? How could he laugh after taking the life of an innocent woman?’ 

The fear you felt now came not from the idea of your life ending soon, but the absolute monster who stood before you.

You made one last futile attempt with Riot to get away from his grasp, but another yellow ghost simply grabbed the stand, making it impossible to move any part of your body. All you could do was move your eyes to see the body of your mother once more, as her murderer held your life in a single hand. If you had to go out now at least you would be with your mother soon. 

“You would prefer to die here and join your mother in the afterlife then stay and barely hang on to your puny life?” 

Shit you haven't realized you had said that last part out loud.

“You are an interesting child”

He paused to think for a moment

“I was going to kill you here and now, but I'm beginning to change my mind…” He uttered a few more unintelligible words as you blacked out from asphyxiation, the image of his sharp toothed smile burning into the backs of your eyelids.

An unfamiliar comfort enveloped your body, not the usual rough cotton cot you slept on. The plush velvet and silk was alien to you, but you couldn't help but snuggle farther into the bed. Then the creaking of your door opening, well there goes your quiet comfort. An old woman enters the room, you weren't quite sure who she was, but you put on the rather nice the clothes she gave you and followed her down a stone hallway, as she explained that Lord Dio would like to see you, the image of the man in question was a bit foggy but you knew he was an important figure in your life, perhaps a friend or family member? You couldn't put your finger on it.

As you reached a pair of large oak doors you stopped, the old women pushing them open for you. It was your first good look at the room, a library or study of some kind, every surface having a few dripping candles adorning it. Why didn't they just open the curtains if they wanted light? Well that wasn't important right now, because a large golden haired man, Lord Dio,  was ushering you over.

Your new shoes patterned against the stone floor as you walked to the armchair he was sitting in, taking a leisurely stance with a book in hand, sipping what you assumed was red wine. 

Your e/c eyes made contact with his own amber pair as he gestured for you to make a seat in the rather expensive looking chair across from him.

“Goodmorning, my child, how was your rest?”

Yes, it clicked. Lord Dio was your father of course, how could you be so silly to forget? You had the privilege of being the child of the most powerful man on earth and you just forgot? How idiotic of you.

“It was good, I was quite disoriented this morning though, I'm not sure why” You smiled at him and picked up a tea cup from the small table in front of you. Pouring yourself a cup of earl gray out listened to your father.

“Hm, I wonder why, perhaps you've been having night terrors. I assume you're still prepared for stand training today though, yes?”

“Of course father” You sipped your drink, the hot liquid scolding your tongue just a bit, as Lord Dio had a small chuckle at your expense, you laughed with him, it was humorous to an extent, even if your tongue was a bit burned now. 

Blowing on your drink to cool it down now, the man in front of you discussed plans for stand training today. At some point a servant walked in with a tray of food, none of which your father touched, but you gladly indulged.

You were excited for your next day of learning, your father always had more knowledge to give. So as you ate your breakfast and read another poetry book suggested by him, you were happy to be blessed with this life, the life of the child of the most powerful man on this Earth.

Thanks a lot for reading :))

Fun fact of the post: When I first heard about jojo i thought dio was an old scrunkly man lolz (-_-)

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[glowingbadger]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

Jonathan Joestar:

nsfw alphabet prompts - A C D N 

nsfw alphabet prompts - J K O 

nsfw alphabet prompts - T U X 

nsfw alphabet prompts - F S Y 

Robert E. O. Speedwagon:

First time with Reader

Polnareff:

nsfw alphabet prompts - V O D 

Jotaro Kujo:

nsfw alphabet prompts - A D O 

Kira Yoshikage:

nsfw alphabet prompts - F M P

Kishibe Rohan:

cockwarming

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[starry-snippets]

ash + salt.

um. in a mood for angst. tw breakups <3  based off of autoheart’s “no beat to my heart” 

anyway jotaro x gender neutral reader angst 

“I’m breaking up with you.” 

You’re on the rooftop, enjoying lunch together like you have since high school started. His chopsticks are still in your bento box after you both ate the one his mother prepared. A hand in his lap and his elbow resting on his thigh while he holds the cigarette he was smoking, he stares right into your eyes with an expression you can’t read. Jotaro isn’t scowling; his face is actually free from any emotion. Doesn’t make his gaze any less intense. 

“What?” 

You hate yourself for chuckling in shock, but with the influx of emotions you need some way to get it out before you break down sobbing. Feeling your lip quiver, you realize that weak laugh wouldn’t prevent you from breaking down on the rooftop where you were just laughing — just telling each other how much you loved them. Well, you said it first after he reached to hold your hands, not fighting the way you love to intertwine them. He nodded and clenched your hand which is normally his way of saying “I love you too.” 

“I don’t love you anymore.” 

Before he’s finished his words you’re tearing up. Nothing escapes your waterline, the little water you’ve had today rendering you unable to express how painful his words are. Jotaro stares deep into your eyes with his vibrant blue ones, that look along with his words piercing through your heart. He watches intently as your hands shake as your hold the bento box on your lap, and how his chopsticks have now rolled onto the floor. 

“It’s over.” 

Jotaro concludes before standing up, dropping the butt of his cigarette, and crushing it with the heel of his foot. You watch as the smoke diminishes, how the ashes leave a nasty smudge on the roof. He hasn’t left yet despite destroying his cigarette, so you stare at him with teary eyes and a blank expression. 

“I hate how you smoke. You’ll kill yourself.” 

You say as a, perhaps petty, confession to… maybe retaliate against him breaking up with you. Jotaro mutters his catchline in a tone you’ve never heard him use towards you. The same tone he uses whenever his groupies are trying to cling to his side, trying to convince him to date them. You watch with glossy eyes as Jotaro heads back inside.

Leaving you with the smell of cigarette smoke and an unbearable burn spreading from your chest to your face. 

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[gay-dorito-dust]

A/n: a lil different then my normal stuff but this beauty has a chokehold on me rn.

‘What was they laughing about? How can they sit there and laugh! And look so…so beautiful?!’ Anasui thought to himself as he laid on the slab of stone that is his prison bed, finding it impossible to fall asleep as his mind was preoccupied remembering the events the befell earlier that day; more specifically to the one where you were laughing so wholeheartedly at something Jolyne had said.

It drove him mad with the desire to be the one you laughed with, the one to make you laugh, to be within close proximity of you to the point where he could make out every shade that made up the colour of your beautiful eyes. Or to see all you deemed an insecurity within yourself and bless them with the same amount of love he’d give the rest of you, both physically and mentally.

His soul ached to hold you in his arms once more, infatuated with the feeling of you pressed against him when you almost fell down a flight of stairs mere moments after your first meeting the pinkette. Anasui was so hellbent on manipulating every situation to a degree where forced proximity was merely an accidental occurrence that shouldn’t require one to think the deeper intentions of.

So far he had managed to hold you of a total of two times and for you to hold onto any aspect of his body for a total of three. His plan was working but it was progressing too slowly for Anasui’s liking that he was starting to get a little antsy and desperate. After all it wouldn’t be long before you were in the arms of someone else, forgetting all about poor little Narciso Anasui. This reality wasn’t going to come to fruition, not if the aforementioned Narciso Anasui has anything to say about that because after all…

You were his

And he was yours. ❤️

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[itjazzbicch]

Distraction

Pairing:  Jean Polnareff x Fem Reader

First time writing for Polnareff so I hope I did well!  

Summary: Growing uneasy and feeling as if they are a burden, the reader finds comfort by becoming close friends with Polnareff who takes those worries away with a distraction...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Foreplay, fingering, loss of virginity)

Word Count: 1.2k

This trip to Egypt was agonizingly slow. It was one thing after another, after another. Getting to our next stop was a relief, but also came with so much more anxiousness.

You’d figure that all the enemy stand users we faced, the fact that Dio is out there, would be the things on my mind.

Sitting up in the hotel bed, all I could think about was earlier this morning.

The bed had been one of the best, surprisingly. Soft but firm, so peacefully asleep and not wanting to get up.

Feeling a comforting warmth, cuddling up to a pillow that was firm, holding my head just right, long enough for my leg to straddle over.

A sleepy smile on my face, humming in the satisfaction that I could feel even in dreamland, only to realize that this was no ordinary pillow and that I was no longer dreaming.

“Good morning, chéri,” A sleepy voice cooed to me, feeling a hand on my hip, tired eyes blinking and finding Polnareff.

What I thought was a body pillow was him, my head on his chest. He was still asleep, snoring some after he mumbled out his words.

At the hotel, I decided to pair up with Polnareff considering Jotaro already paired up with Kakyoin, Mr. Joestar with Avdol, and I have connected with Polnareff the most, so he was my best and only option.

Another day had passed and there I was, sitting in the bed, eyes catching Polnareff as he came from the bathroom, a heartthrob with his white mane down to his shoulders.

“Having trouble going to sleep?”

I was so zoned out while checking him out that his voice startled me a little, saying softly:

“Just a little.”

We had been through so much on this journey and thinking deeply, I learned why I felt the way I did towards Jean.

He’s saved me, had my back, and made this crazy trip have some kind of fun in it. Looking back at our morning, I had never felt so secure in someone’s arms.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He was so kind to me too, sitting in bed while I curled into the blanket, asking shyly:

“Is it okay if we cuddle, if you don’t mind?”

“Never, dear,”

Gently, I scooted close and the moment my head laid against his chest, it was as if all my worries disappeared, sighing in relief.

“Is getting closer to Egypt troubling you?” He even knew exactly what was wrong, a bit of weight falling off my shoulders as I nodded softly:

“Yeah, and it makes me wonder if I’m cut out for this. Sometimes, I feel like a burden.”

“You know that’s not true,” Lifting my head to meet my gaze, those blue eyes truly believed, “You have a very unique stand that is very useful. We need you. Never feel that you’re a burden, because you’re not.”

“You’re the sweetest thing, you know that?” I smiled, placing a small kiss on his collarbone to express my gratitude.

Playing with my hair and rubbing my scalp helped me relax more, closing my eyes and humming, but listening to his suggestion:

“Maybe you just need a distraction, take your mind off things, hm?”

“A distraction?” I looked cocking my eyebrow, but my eyes fell gently when his lips met mine.

I was melting against him as our lips danced more, back resting easily while he climbed on top of me, as light as a feather, continuing to run his hand through my hair, kissing down my jaw and neck, earning a sweet moan as our hips connected.

My body couldn’t help itself, hips grinding towards his, feeling his erection and I couldn’t think about a single thing but the pleasure.

“You don’t worry about a thing, chéri,” He cooed, hands sliding up to get rid of my shirt, kisses leading up my sternum and finding my breasts, “Just let me take care of you.”

“Please,” I breathed hollowly, chest heaving slowly with his tongue circling my nipple, squeezing the other softly.

Slowly but surely, more moans began to pour out of me, drifting away to a new, wonderful place that I’d never been to.

Adjusting my legs, I helped as best I could to help his hands take away my pajama bottoms and panties, his mouth leaving some faint marks across my chest, fingers slipping through my folds, the pressure at my clit making me gasp:

“Jean..”

“Yes, my love?” Reconnecting gazes, coming back to the crook of my neck, I admitted nervously:

“I’ve never done much like this before.”

“Do you want to?” Looking for confirmation, I nodded, humming more at his finger circling my clit softly:

“It feels so good.”

“I’ll make you feel more than good,” He whispered, kissing my neck and pushing a digit in carefully, working to a quicker tempo as my moans were self-explanatory.

Adding another shortly after, this new stretch made me lose myself more, fingers so thick, curling upwards and nudging a bump that had me shaking.

“You’re doing so good,” He kissed my cheek, realizing more than me that I was cuming around his fingers, slowing his pace at the clenches of my walls, “Want something better?”

“I’m all yours, Jean,” I breathed out, watching him take place between my thighs, blown away by his figure and size once he was nude.

“I’ll take it nice and slow,” He cooed down to me, guiding his tip to my entrance, “Take good care of you, love.”

“Oh my god,” Breathing in deeply, this stretch and friction were even more intense, holding onto his back and breathing out moans and noises I didn’t even know that I could make.

The first few thrusts made me ache a little, but beginning to adjust to his girth, legs latching around his waist in an instant as his hips met mine.

“That feel good?”

“Sooo good,” I couldn’t stress that enough, my consciousness already swirling in my head.

“I can tell,” Smiling down at me, he rolled his hips against mine quicker, adoring, “Who knew you’d moan so beautifully? All those noises say it all.”

“Mhm,” I hummed, quickly losing my breath, not sure what to say, like it mattered as senseless babbles were all I could get out.

There was so much heat in my stomach, feeling like it was all about to break, like with his fingers, but so much heavier and stronger.

“Jean!” My body was going out of control, hugging his head with a handful of hair, stressing, “It’s so much.”

“It’s alright,” He cooed, instructing with kisses, “Just let it take you.”

I didn’t bother to ignore all of the wild feelings running through me, back rising off the bed inch by inch to form an arch, my soul about leaving my body when warm wetness spilled out of me, quicker thrusts making me see stars and only able to hear the sound of wet skin slapping.

“You’re the good one,” He praised, humming while chasing his bliss, lips steaming against my skin, “So soft and warm, taking me so well.”

I appreciated his praises, only wanting more of his comfort as I held onto him, “Hold me, please.”

He did as so, our bodies resting and giving each other sweet nothings, growing tired quickly in his embrace.

His body warmth was so soothing, putting me to sleep quicker, but hearing his coo:

“Feeling better?”

“A lot better,” I smiled tiredly, resting against his chest.

“Good. I’m sure you’ll get a good night's rest,” back rubs sending me off with his kiss on my forehead, “Sweet dreams, chéri.”  

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[subjectsix]

He doesn’t notice the tears freely falling until Irene takes his hand. They pool down the side of his face and splash across his and her palm. He meets her eyes, the same ones he’s known all this time, blinking bleary tears away. “Of course you can come with me. Anything you need, okay? We’ll help you.” She squeezes his hand gently. “Emporio, will you join us?”

Emporio has lost his family twice over. He's determined not to lose them a third, no matter what's changed, no matter who's gone.

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[carryingstarlightinherwake]

The final fic for @abbacchioweek2024 ! This was a fun challenge, and I figured I'd go out with a bang—in other words, h/c, whump, and some good ol' found family with Leone and Pannacotta.

Read it here!

Thanks to everyone who ran Abbacchio Week for such a fun challenge and great prompts!

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[babeyloser]

Hall Pass

Bully Mista humiliates you. A nsfw reader insert fic. 1k. Content warnings for forced wetting, bullying/abuse, and name calling. Minors/Ageless DNI

AO3 link. Kudos & comments appreciated!

You wrap the cord of the hall pass around your wrist and slink out of English class. Kafka’s Metamorphosis could wait, but your bladder couldn’t. You double check the time on your phone. The hallways are dead; it should be safe now.

You peek around each corner before dashing to the next one. There isn’t any sign of him.

The buzz of the fluorescent lights heightens your anxiety. A bead of sweat tickles your back on its way down.

You make it to the last corner. A small, blue sign juts out from the wall a couple yards away. So close to relief.

A warm hand settles on your shoulder. It sends a shock through your system. 

“Where do you think you’re going, freak?”

The hand on your shoulder develops a brutal grip and turns you around. In front of you is the scourge of your existence, Guido Mista. 

“Um, nowhere. J-just back to class,” you lie.

Your bladder throbs in protest. You cross your thighs to alleviate the ache. It barely works. This can’t be fucking happening. It’s Mista’s lunch hour; he’s supposed to be off smoking weed behind the art room or railing someone in the back of his car.

Mista’s dark eyes scan you up and down. A slight quiver in your legs catches his attention. He looks behind you to see the glowing restroom sign.

He smirks.

“I’m gonna head back to class now–if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I mind alright. What are you in such a hurry for?

Mista crowds you until your back hits a row of lockers. His arms cage you in. The lockers clatter. Your fist tightens around the sharp plastic of the hall pass.

His breath puffs hot onto your face enhancing your feeling of claustrophobia.

Your abdomen throbs in warning.

You don't have much time left; maybe if you left right now you could make it to the restrooms in the west wing.

His large hands move to push against your chest irritating the faded bruises on your nipples. One hand smooths down your torso settling over your swollen stomach.

"Could this have anything to do with it?" He smiles sadistically and presses down on your bladder.

You release an irrepressible whimper. A couple warm drops of liquid spill into your underwear.

Mista chuckles, "I guess I found my answer."

"Please, Mista. I gotta go. I-I don't have time to be your chewtoy right now."

Talking back was a risk, but it's not like you have a choice right now. You'll take the extra cigarette burns later.

"Oh right. What am I thinkin'? You got to get back to English, right? I'll let you go then."

"Wait, really?"

"Hell the fuck no, you idiot."

He dips his hand under your waistband and pushes even more firmly now.

It fucking hurts, and more piss dribbles out. You slam your legs shut to cut off the flow.

"Ha, you seriously just pissed yourself didn't you! So pathetic." he mocks.

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes. The pressure is just too much. Your legs start bouncing.

"I can't. Please, I'm not gonna make it."

Mista takes your jaw in his hand, "I know. You're gonna piss yourself like the worthless brat you are." He leans in and whispers, "For your own sake, you better make it quick."

You shiver.

Blood whirs in your ears as your heartrate rises. You clamp your eyes shut and grimace. Waves of pain wash over you. Every muscle in your body tenses in anticipation.

Please, please, please.

Your bladder finally gives out from exhaustion.

"No, no, no, no!" You whine. Tears roll down your face.

Hot piss streams into your pants. A dark spot grows near your crotch. The pungent smell of urine bites at your nose.

Mista shudders above you. His mouth is slightly agape. The hand under your waistband almost tenderly rubs at your tummy.

Your distended stomach slowly deflates. It feels so good to get it all out. The piss, the tears, the anxiety of holding it all back. You can't help but sigh in relief.

Piss fills your socks and shoes and overflows onto the drab linoleum. A puddle forms around you. The denim of your pants sticks to you uncomfortably.

"Oh fuck," Mista mumbles.

You look up at him. Wait, is he seriously blushing?

The hissing noise continues joined with the sound of your heavy, overlapping breaths. He smells like ash and sweetmint gum.

Something hard nudges at your hip.

Mista pulls his eyes up from your mess. His half-lidded gaze switches between your eyes and your lips.

The stream stops, and your jeans start cooling.

The two of you are so close now, panting into each others' mouths.

Mista's lips are tempting. His top lip is a rosy brown; the bottom one is so pink and plump and soft and kissable.

So you lean in to kiss him.

That breaks him out of his spell. He grabs you by your jaw and slams your head into the lockers.

Your head swims. Sparkles appear in the edges of your vision, and suddenly you're on your knees. Faintly you hear Mista shouting.

"—fucking bitch! What the fuck was that, you disgusting piece of trash?! Like anyone would ever want a lowlife like you! You make me fucking sick!"

You start sobbing in the puddle you created.

"You know what? You wanna act like a bitch then I'm gonna treat you like one."

Mista seizes the back of your neck pushes your face onto the wet floor. The urine stings your eyes. You don't have the constitution to fight back.

You're absolutely humiliated.

"Stay down, mutt," he spits.

Mista gives you a swift kick to the ribs. You hear the hardware on his boots rattle as he stomps away.

Once he's far enough away you lift your head up from the puddle. Your knees creak as you get up. You stagger over to the restroom.

An odd sense of calm permeates through you. The pressure is gone.

You wash up as much as you can in the tiny, cast iron sink. You leave the hall pass on top of the hand dryer.

There's a ratty pair of sweatpants and a gym t-shirt in the lost and found. Unfortunately there aren't any shoes.

You walk past the office, ignoring the secretary, and head home early. Every step makes a gross squelch.

At home you throw away your shoes and take a hot shower. It fails to warm you.

That night you dream about his tender touch and soft lips.

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