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toxicanonymity · 8 months

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Collect calls. jailbird pt. 2 of 3

3600, cellmate's nephew!Joel x inmate f!reader

brilliant edit by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. custom tats!

SUMMARY: You kinda try to be careful over the phone, but you want each other too bad. So it's hard. Rock hard. Joel sends you a short letter and comes to visit again. Follows Jailbird, but this is 69% dirty talk (I did the math). You can prob read alone. PT 3 of 3 is Parole. WARNINGS: I8+ SO HORNY, hella dirty talk from both, phone sex, mild degradation/teasing, tension, masturbation, Joel is a slut and mentions getting blown, creative mail. Barely edited horny chaos but I wanna feed ya and this ain't fine dining. A/N: Part 2 of 3. Thank you for the love on Jailbird! And THANK YOU @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the amazing edit omg. Make sure you see the Jojo gif 🥵 His specific tattoos and all 😍 joel master list, @toxicfics for notifs. PART 3 HERE.

When you got back from visitation, your cellmate Mabel's face lit up. She was excited to hear about it, but when she looked you over, she said, “Oh boy, it’s worse than I thought. . . I’m gonna go play spades, honey. You do what ya need to do.”

You shook your head, “Mabel. . .”

“Take your time,” she said with a wink. "Not that you'll need it." Then she stood up and stretched before leaving the cell.

You got in your bed, on your side, under the blanket. You clenched your thighs together looking at the picture of a slightly younger him with not nearly as much silver in his beard. You put your pillow between your legs, rolled over so you were mostly stomach-down, and your hips moved as you put your head in the crook of your arm and recalled the way he looked at you, his strong hands, his tattoos. His voice. You wondered what it sounded like when it wasn’t through a telephone, but god damn, it did something to you. “ain’t nothin’ harder than mine, baby.” Fuck.

You were already getting close, wouldn’t even need to use your hand at this rate. You thought about the way his arm flexed as his hand moved in his lap. Oh God, the bulge and outline in his jeans when he stood up. The way he adjusted himself. He might be too big for you to take all of him, but god damn, you'd give it your best shot. You rubbed yourself against your pillow to the rhythm of his hand rubbing his lap in your mind, clenched your thighs again and you came, whining "Jojo" into your elbow. You heard it too many times a day to get it out of your head – He told you to call him Joel, but Mabel made it somewhat difficult.

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He was hot as fuck, but it was also cute how close he and Mabel were. It made him seem like a good guy, even though neither of them were particularly upstanding members of society. You supposed neither were you by most standards, but it’s not like any of you had ever intentionally hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. That you knew of. The fact that Jojo served time was hot and also put you at ease. It had to have been a while based on the spiderweb, unless he was just trying to look hard, but he didn’t seem the type to bullshit anything. How did you even know what type he was though? You hardly knew him? You dreaded Mabel’s teasing but you could withstand it in order to find out more.

You got off once more while you were at it, taking advantage of the privacy. Then you sat up, rested against the wall, and just looked at the picture. Unfolded, you looked at both of them. It was so sweet. He looked happy. His hand on her shoulder had the spade tattoo. Your eyes fell on your own poke-and-stick clover from Mabel and your stomach fluttered when you saw the flared stem and circular leaves. It might as well have been a Club. “Mabel,” you muttered and shook your head.

While she was still playing Spades, you went over to her bed to look at the other photos up close. In another picture, they were at a barbecue in a parking lot. Joel was on the left and Mabel was on the right. Joel was wearing a wifebeater and Mabel was wearing a black t-shirt with a carousel pony on the right pocket.

You hadn’t noticed before, but there were a few women in swimsuits and aprons in the background. One of them was looking at Jojo. Who wouldn’t? Mabel’s words echoed in your mind — of course he’d like you. You’ve got a cunt and you’re not bad lookin'. you rolled your eyes. Shit. You resolved to put yourself in pro mode and try to detach.

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Over the next week, you spoke with him several times on the phone. You tried to be careful. You wren’t sure if all calls were reviewed or it was just by sample. You figured it would be suspicious to ask. You hoped whoever listened didn’t mind some harmless horny talk. The only stuff they should really care about should be scheming. Like making moves and putting out hits from the inside. Or smuggling from the outside.

—---

He answered the phone, “There she is.” A vaguely endearing greeting since you and Mabel called from the same collect number.

“Hey handsome,” you responded.

“I was just thinkin’ about ya, jailbird.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he said deeply then sighed. “Ya just missed it.” Good God, his voice.

“Missed–”

“C’mon, baby. Use that pretty head. How bout I’ll wait for ya tomorrow?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah.”

“Just call at the same time.”

“Okay,” you agreed with a smile in your voice. “It was nice to see you the other day. . .”

“Oh, baby you got no idea,” he groaned. “I’m comin’ back next week.”

“Are they gonna let you back?” you giggled.

“They’ve gotta! I didn’t do nothin’.”

“You didn’t. . .you’re right. . .”

“Hey don’t give’em any ideas.”

"Right," you laughed.

"What are ya gonna do when ya get out?"

“In general? Try to find honest work, I guess.”

“Nothin’ dishonest ‘bout what you were doin’. But I hear ya, parole’s a bitch.”

“You on parole?”

“Nah, long time ago though.”

‘Yeah?”

“Kept my nose clean the whole damn time. Ended up back in the can anyway.”

"For what"

"Framed for fuckin' murder."

"What??"

"Relax, I was exonerated."

"No shit."

"Yeah." He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "You ever danced?"

"Course I fuckin' danced"

"Where at?"

"In memphis."

"Oh, I dunno jack shit about that scene."

"Wasn't great."

"Guess that's where you uh, got your start though."

"Yeah."

"Well do what ya want but lemme know if ya need a gig."

'Thanks."

He sighed. "I know it sucks not gettin' any in there. "

"Yeah."

"Are ya? Gettin' any? Girls, guards?"

"No," you answered, looking over your shoulder. "Think I could tell ya if I was, though?"

"Shit, sorry."

"You gettin' any?"

"Oh I'm a straight up ho."

"Yeah?" You asked, intrigued. "Surprised I hadn't seen ya at the clinic," you teased.

"Cause I'm way the fuck 'cross town. Got our own clinic."

"Good for you." A pleasant surprise that he stayed clean.

"Yeah, on a first name basis. Make my girls go, too. Still wrap it most the time though."

"Your girls."

"Dancers."

"Right." Mabel had mentioned he worked at a club. "Well, at least one of us is gettin' some."

"Shit, I was gettin' some sugar the other night," he said. "Pretty little head between my legs 'n I was lookin' at your picture."

Your heart fluttered. "No shit," you laughed. "My picture, huh?"

"Ohh, you don't even know. I want it bad, sugar, and I ain’t even tasted it."

"Yeah?"

"Shit I prolly think about it as much as you do . . .and I've got a life."

"Who says I think about it?" You asked flirtatiously.

"I got ESP. Makes me tingle when ya do."

"Oh does it?"

"Ya think about me in the shower, in bed. . ."

You laughed. "And where do you think about me?"

"Fuckin' everywhere. I've gotta have ya, baby. So bad it hurts."

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Whenever you came back to your cell after talking to Jojo, Mabel would leave to make a phone call or go to the common area to watch whatever outdated movie was playing in the common area. Often with a wink. She knew he got you all wound up.

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You called him at the same time the next day.

"How's your week been," you asked.

"Hard," he said, then his voice became hornier. "So fuckin' hard. . . n' that's all you." You could hear his belt and zipper.

"Wish I could help."

“i'm sure ya can once you're out. If you wanna hang out sometime.” You heard a bottle click open then squirt.

You teasingly hummed as though thinking it over. "Mmmm. . . .I dunno, what would you wanna do?”

“I can pick ya up right from the slammer, ‘less ya got someone else.”

“I don’t.”

“Great, then we can just. . . i dunno, get to know each other,” he mused, then added at a lower pitch, “In the back seat of my whip. Stop off somewhere close.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “You don’t understand, baby. I’ve gotta see what’s under that garb.” His hand was sliding up and down his lubed up cock. “I’ve gotta feel it.”

Butterflies swarmed in your chest and you sighed.

“What were ya wearin’ when ya got picked up?”

“Well. . . you already know what I’m in for. . .”

"Damn right I do, and you're gonna find out."

You laughed – at visitation, he said you were in for it. .

"C’mon, jailbird. What were ya wearin.”

“A black microskirt"

"Mmm."

"Black mesh crop top"

"Yeahhh"

"Over a pink bra.”

“Ohhh, fuck,” he sighed. “Shoes?”

“Shit, I’m not–hmm." You tried not to overthink it. "Definitely platforms. Silver and clear, I think."

He gave a low whistle. "Sounds hot as shit."

“And fishnets. Shit, that's all I had,” you laughed. "Maybe you can bring me something else."

“God damn, that’s what I get to pick ya up in?”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on the fishnets.”

“Commando in that skirt? Shit, that’s even better.” His breath grew heavier. "Fuck it, just sit on me while I drive," he murmured. "Yeah, fuckin' sit on *this* the whole drive–ugghh." As if avoiding the word cock would make this conversation passable.

You sighed and tried to hide your arousal from the Corrections Officer (CO) standing 8 ft away.

"Can't get it in ya soon enough, baby."

"Mmm," you said quietly. "Can't wait."

"Jailbird, you're fuckin killin' me." He moaned. "Hot as hell. . . fuck."

"You sure I can take it?"

"Fuck, I dunno, baby," he panted. "It's a lot."

"I could tell"

"Uugggghhh," He groaned and you heard his hand sliding faster on his dick. "And what'd ya think about that ?"

"Oh, I’m up for the challenge,” you cooed saucily. "Just get me nice 'n ready."

"You ready right now?"

"The second I heard your voice."

"Fuck, I gotta know what ya taste like"

"Mmm."

"Yeah," he panted.,"And when you're nice and ready, then what?"

You lowered your voice to a near whisper. "Oh, just fuckin' wreck me. Split me open, baby." All you could do was clench your thighs together.

"Ohhh god"

"Don't hold back"

"Ohh fuck–couldnt if I tried." He sighed.

You had lost all restraint and just prayed whoever reviewed this call would be cool.

"Just stuff me full of it," you whispered.

"Fuck, yeah."

"Stretch me out."

"Ohh yeah."

"Pound me so hard i can’t see straight."

"Shit." He moaned and his hand moved faster.

"And then? Fill me the fuck up. I wanna feel it."

"Fuck yeah," he panted "i'll be seepin' outta ya for days."

"Then you better fill me up again."

"Jesus, fuck–ohhh."

"Don't tell me you'd spill it this fast."

"Oh fuck you," he laughed in good humor. "I'm not spillin' shit." You could still hear his hand.

"Not even if I'm sittin' on ya while ya drive?"

"Not even."

"Not with one hand on the wheel and one on my tit?"

"Ohh fuck," he breathes. "No, no. . ."

"And I'm moanin' your name with every bump in the road?"

"Mmmm, fuck, baby."

"Oh ya like that?"

"Fuckin'--fuck–fuckin' love it."

"Wouldya mind slidin' that hand down between my legs?"

"Wherever ya want it, baby."

"Ugh, those big hands," you whispered. "I just know you can use'em."

"Fuckin' right I can," he panted.

"Hope ya don't finish while you're drivin' with me in your lap."

"All ya gotta do is sit still."

"Imagine the mess if you came."

"Fuck, baby," he sighed.

"Every time we hit a bump, more would spill out in your lap.”

“Ohh, fuck." Then a long, drawn out moan like he was coming. You were throbbing wildly.

"Knew ya were close," you laughed. Then you heard a heavy smack on his end of the line. Then there was nothing but breathing for a minute, then it sounded like he was writing.

"What are you doing now?"

"Addressing an envelope."

"You're not mailing me your–"

"No I'm not mailin' you my" he laughed, "Load."

"Just a letter?

"Yeah. . . Just a letter."

"Mmkay. . . How 'bout a picture?"

His tone was warm and flattered. "Oh I can throw in a pic. But it's not gonna be the kind ya *really* want."

"Booo," you pouted.

'Think you'll like it anyway."

"Yeah, I can fill in the rest."

Your time was up.

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You went back to your cell and sighed as you sat down on your bed. Mabel started to leave but you said, "no, you're good." You'd rub one out later. You wanted to ask Mabel if he really liked you, but you wouldn't let yourself be vulnerable like that. You were still trying to detach.

"You're right, he's cool," you said.

"You like him, don't ya? He likes you, too.”

She reached under her mattress into the fitted sheet and got out her poke and stick supplies. “C’mere, let's just get it over with,” she said.

“What, uh, what do you wanna give me?”

"J. . . O. . ."

Your whole upper body heated up and you laughed under your breath, "Mabel." She was mostly kidding.

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Visitation day came and you weren't nervous, just excited. He was wearing a too-small, black softwash t-shirt, black jeans, and a chain.

“Be good,” the guard warned Joel as you picked up the phone on your side.

"Yes, officer,” Joel replied with a respectful nod, then sat down. You noticed his rings as he picked up his phone. “We gotta be good,” he said with a wink.

“So be good,” you told him vacantly as your eyes roamed his tattoos.

He stared at you for a few seconds, hungrily taking in the mundane sight of you in your garb. He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it.

“How’d ya get hotter? Chicks don’t get hotter in lock-up, much less in a week.”

“What, and men do? It’s in your head.”

“Well yeah, we work out like mad.”

“Guess you’ve got me there.”

“Not talkin’ 'bout your body. It’s bangin’, but, I mean–no makeup and you’re pretty as hell.”

You smiled and shrugged, "thanks," then whispered, "but I think you're just horny," with a wink. He returned the shrug.

A few seconds of silence passed as he checked you out. You salivated over his arms stretching his shirt. He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. “Whatcha thinkin about?”

“I’m thinkin’ ya look like a slutty bouncer. . .You get this shit at Spirit Halloween?”

Joel chuckled. “Well . . . you know what *I’m* thinkin’ about.” His eyes glued to your chest.

Yeah, yeah, he’s gotta see what’s under that garb. “Yeah, you’ll see it, honey," you said.

It was a struggle knowing what to say–you wanted to “be good” and not get cut short, but you also wanted to indulge in your fantasies.

Joel asked, “Where ya wanna go when ya get out?”

“Anywhere. Got some place in mind?”

“Could take ya to my place. Mabel taught me a mean pot roast recipe.”

You smiled. “You’re makin' me hungry.”

“Oh I’m starvin’, baby.”

"Long drive?"

He exhaled with a puff of his cheeks. "It’ll feel long that day."

“I’m sure it will,” you purred, looking down as if you could see through the booth right to his cock. You wet your lips. “So what’s between here and home?”

He took a deep breath, thought for a second, and told you what highway it was.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “There’s a seven eleven right outside the gate here.

“There sure is," Joel nodded. "Clean bathrooms too. I checked on my way.”

“You did not.”

“I’m tellin’ ya," he nodded. "Stopped for gas. First thing I thought about. Swear I think about it as much as you do.”

“So what’s in the bathroom?”

“Steel handicap railing about hip height”

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued.

“Pretty sturdy to hold onto, or even sit on.” He looked over his shoulder “Like if someone needed a rest or whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

“Right," you said softly as you nodded.

"Diaper changin' thingy, too."

You scrunched your face up.

"Like if ya needed to bend over it and stretch your back.”

"Ah," you nodded. "Nah."

“Parking lot?”

“That close to here, it’s gotta be crawling with pigs.”

“Right,” he said in a trance, looking at your mouth.

“Alright, where else is there," you asked.

"Rest stop. They got picnic tables near the woods if ya need to, uh," he looked down, "Sit down," he said quieter, "n' take a rest."

"Oh, I won't want a rest." You slowly shook your head and your eyes lingered on his chain.

He groaned softly and rested his chin in his hand. He whispered, "You're killin' me here." He scratched his beard and you tingled at the sight of the silver patches, his pinky ring, his hand tattoos–the faded barbed wire. You sighed.

"You bein' good?" He asked.

"Yeah." You resigned yourself to harmless small talk for a few minutes, but it was obvious what you both were thinking about. There were long silences where you just stared at each other.

“Just a few more weeks and I’m yours,” you teased.

His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. “You serious?”

Oh, shit - you didn’t wanna scare him off. Really didn’t even mean it like that, but, you also didn’t mind the thought of him as a boyfriend.

You nodded and teased, “yours to do what you please.”

He blew out a puff of air. "God damn, baby. I don't think you know what’s comin’ your way.”

“Can’t wait to find out, though.”

“Oh, you’re gonna find out.” He dug his hand into his lap but didn’t move it. “Shit.”

“Sorry.”

“Never be sorry.”

The guard barked,”Hands where I can see’em,” and Joel obediently raised his hand and put both elbows on the table again.

"You ain't gonna want no one else again."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness which actually turned you on.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya," he cautioned.

"Okay," you shrugged with a contemplative frown.

"Shit, I might be in the same boat." He swallowed and looked like he meant it. Like maybe you were doing something to him that hadn't been done.

"Get my letter yet?" Joel asked.

"No."

He smirked, then it faded as he checked you out for the hundredth time. He shook his head, sat back, and took a deep breath. "This is fuckin' torture."

"Then it's a good thing I waited til now to ask about ya."

"the best torture," he clarified, his forehead beginning to glisten. "I'm gonna fuckin explode when I'm back in my ride." He looked at the unopened box of tissues on his side of the booth, intended for crying visitors. "Thank God I didn't ride the hog." Fuck, he had a motorcycle, too? He held the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder while he opened the plastic on the box and tried to get the tissues started. Then he took three tissues out. Your breath hitched at the thought of his cum. Was it silky? Stringy? Watery? Sticky? What'd it taste like? Ugh.

"HANDS," the guard said when he saw Joel finish pocketing the tissues. The guard stepped forward. "Say goodbye, let's go."

"Fuck." Joel sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry, jailbird."

When he stood up, you could see the outline of his hard dick on his thigh. You took a deep breath and pried your eyes off his crotch to briefly meet his eyes. He winked and you managed a small smile before eyes fell right back to his jeans as he adjusted himself. Fuck.

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Joel’s letter came a couple days later. A photo fell out of it. Black and white. He was sitting in a chair and smoking with one hand holding the cigarette up and his other hand resting between his legs. Arms blazing in a white t-shirt. Squinting at the camera. He looked hot as hell despite having all his clothes on. He looked like a model.

The letter was on plain white printer paper, and the letter was short:

Be good, jailbird. I'll take ya anywhere.

Sweet, and also sexy. God, you wanted him to take you.

You flattened out the letter and admired his poor but legible handwriting. Not as bad as some you'd seen. His handwriting was hot. It was cute that he didn't use any special stationary. He was a simple man. And God, what a man. You ran your fingers over the words, and they caught on a different texture. Something on the paper. You smelled it and it wasn't cum. It was, like, lotion or Vaseline.

Wait. You held it up, and your breath hitched.

You looked behind you to make sure no one was watching, then you stood up, got closer to the light, and held it at an angle. Holy shit. It was his dick print, diagonal across the paper. A bolt of desire shot through your body. It was transparent but the different texture was visible. You could see the head, then most of the shaft. It was detailed, there was texture. Even a couple of veins.

You sat on your bed, leaning against the wall with your knees up. You rested the paper against your knees at an angle with the tip pointed between your legs. You just wanted to get a sense of the size–and boy did you–but the sight of it, God. Just the silhouette of it lined up right there made you feral. You needed it so bad. Needed him. Who the hell mails a dick print? Fuckin’ Jojo, he was gonna be the death of you.

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging! Your engagement really keeps me going, I love y'all.

This AU is due to @beskarandblasters and @wannab-urs and their hilarious list of new joel tropes. But I played myself because he's actually hot and I want him?

Notes

The slapping sound after he came was him letting his cock slap onto the paper.

There are a lot of correctional facilities where they wouldn't get away with all this so you gotta suspend disbelief.

The strip club will be an alternate timeline of this Joel set in the past.

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callsign-phoenix · 5 months

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I wrote this for @perks-of-being-jojo I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x wife!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Warnings: tiniest allusions to smut, I’m so sorry this is so late but I had my hands full recently

The Hard Deck was packed full with every kind of aviator when you arrived at its front door.

It stood open invitingly and you entered with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, your sundress flowing in the light evening breeze.

The amount of people was overwhelming, the Hard Deck seemed to burst at the seams, but Nat had already told you so.

She was freshly deployed, which was why you were dying to see her.

Back at home you had been living together and you missed her, the flight to Miramar was irritatingly long and you hadn’t seen her in over two weeks, which was why you had decided to surprise her.

She had texted you to say she was going out with the boys and you were excited about it, it was a chance for you to have a grand entrance.

Strolling into the bar you found the aviators you were looking for by the pool table, but nevertheless you went to the counter to buy yourself a drink.

You were excited to see Nat and she looked as beautiful as ever, nevertheless you held back.

Nat didn’t know you were coming but you had decided to visit her over the weekend, because you missed her too much.

You turned to the bartender to order your drink and when you turned around you met the eyes of Nat and her friends, who were suddenly watching you.

Despite feeling self-conscious you reciprocated the stare, a smile appearing on your lips at the way Nat and her friends were looking at you.

You knew the dress looked good on you but the hungry and surprised stares were also a big indication.

Over at the pool table Nat’s eyes were wide as she saw you standing by the bar, not believing her eyes that you were actually at the Hard Deck.

She was standing between Jake and Bradley, who too were looking at her wife, not knowing who she actually was.

“Jeez, Bradshaw, would you look at that,” Jake spoke up, glancing at his fellow aviator to find him transfixed by your presence.

“A woman of your taste, is it?” He asked his friend but didn’t see how Nat nodded her head at the question, instead focusing on his favorite male rival.

He watched as Bradley swallowed slightly as you seemed to look back at him, sending him a smile in the process.

You seemed into it, so a devilish grin appeared on Jake’s face.

“I dare you to go talk to her and ask her out,” he added, and watched as Bradley’s eyes finally fell from your form to look at him.

He could see the tips of Bradley’s ears turn pink but Bradley lifted his chin defiantly, sending his friend a grin.

Neither of the men noticed Nat’s surprised smirk but she didn’t say anything, letting everything play out in front of her.

You just got your beer from Penny, breaking eye contact with your wife to receive said beverage, when a beefy, mustached guy, undoubtedly Bradley Bradshaw, suddenly appeared in front of you.

It took you a second to realize that he was talking to you when you took a sip, your wedding ring gleaming in the light of the bar.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“So, I couldn’t help seeing that you were staring at me earlier. And to answer your question; yes, I would be the best you ever had,” he came on strong, and you had to fight yourself to keep a straight face.

You desperately wanted to laugh as you realized Bradley was exactly like Nat had described him.

“Oh wow, that’s impressive. And here I thought the ‘stache was a woman-repellent,” you answered as you looked up at him, batting your lashes as you perceived his reaction.

For just a second Bradley seemed taken aback but then he leaned closer, putting his arm on the bar beside you.

“You know, actually it does wonders in just the right places,” he answered, and the fight to keep a straight face was once again almost hopeless.

You were just about to say something when Nat and who you assumed was Jake joined the conversation.

They just stood next to you, making a group out of the two of you.

While none of the guys had any context Nat was quick to act, reaching up to angle your chin towards her and going in for a heated kiss.

The men’s eyes widened as Nat pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other hand leisurely grabbed your ass, holding onto it and squeezing it a little, to assert dominance.

It was all quite amusing to you but above it all your chest swelled with pride at how possessive your wife was, that she didn’t let her friend even think about you.

Jake let out a small whistle as he watched you and Nat’s grin was proud when she pulled away, her hand not leaving your body as she glanced at Bradley.

“Bradshaw, Seresin, meet my wife,” she said with her voice rougher than usual, which in turn had you smiling with pride.

The men looked dumbfounded and Bradley chuckled in confusion, before his face turned into a rather polite expression.

“Nice to meet you,” he replied like a mechanism and Jake laughed at him, while Nat’s attention was solely on you.

“What are you doing here, babe?” She asked as she smiled at you, and you returned the favor.

“I just missed you, is all,” you replied in a low voice, and she moved even closer to hold you to her.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek before she pulled away, her eyes roaming your face before they finally redirected to her fellow aviators.

“Sorry, gents, we’ll be leaving now,” she said as her hand fell to yours and she intertwined your fingers.

“I have my wife to take care of, and only limited time,” she added, and before you knew it you found yourselves in Nat’s truck, with her hand already under your skirt.

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sparda-ly · 1 year

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Hi hi welcome to tumblr!

I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if I could request head canons of Phantom blood Pre vampire Dio x wife reader. Basically just stuff like how he'd be as a husband and how he would treat his wife 🥰

phantom blood dio brando x wife reader

note: hello mrs brando! of course. anything for you, i'm a huge simp for dio!!!!!

warnings: none

dio brando would be a ... complicated husband, however he would try his best

the moment he saw you, he fell in love and the feeling never left, not even after marriage, possibly made it even stronger

meeting you probably made him open his eyes about a lot of things, he hasn't been concerned about before

you showed him how to love, and soon that love made him realise that his goal didn't really matter, as long as he had you by his side

knowing that whenever he returns home after a long day at work, he finds his lovely wife waiting for him patiently is most likely only motivation to keep going

he probably would have loved to start a family, and would be the best dad possible

dio brando is super protective over his wife

you say you need to go shopping to cook dinner for tommorow and he straight away complains

"must you go darling, there's always creeps around that place"

"do not fret honey, i'll go after work. stay home and relax a little bit. i'll take care of it"

in public, his hands never leave your body, of course he's possesive, how could he not be?

he has such an amazing wife and everyone should know that

dio works hard, and i mean really hard

he stays very late at work and leaves his house very early

as a lawyer, his way of thinking also progressively changes

you may find it difficult to sometimes talk to him, since he behaves like he's still at work, deciding who's guilty and who's not

although his work is tough, he always makes it up to you

whever it's a fancy date, romantic walk or short holiday in rome

he never fails to suprise you

you always get at least two kisses and two i love you's a day, one when he wakes up and one when he goes to sleep

when he finds you sleeping, he always checks if you're warm and okay

have i mentioned he loves showing you off?

he has a photo of you in a frame on his desk at the office he works at

so whenever he has a visitor or even a simple coworker over, he grabs the photo and starts proudly talking about you

everyone's already used to it by now

also showing you off to mr. joestar, stating your his wife with the boggest grin on his face

you also get along with his family really well, being best friends with both jojo and erina

they still wonder how dio managed to get with someone so perfect

very confused when one second he's a snarky little bitch and the next is talking with you so calmly, and covering you in kisses

dio is also very supportive, if you want to study or work even though, he won't hesitate to help you apply

he will absolutely spoil you rotten.

flowers? check

jewelry? check

useless item that you mentioned you want only once? check

stuffed animal you found cute? check

dress that costs a fortune? check

no matter the price, dio will get you anything you want.

despite his sometimes rude actions and words , dio loves you very much, and keeps you as close to him as possible <3

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yagamimi-aka-mimi · 1 year

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I'm sure at least a handful of you are interested in my process for designing these things - I approached the update of Nova's suit in a weird way, but I like the results A LOT

If any of you are familiar with Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, especially any pre-anime media like the Part 3 OVAs, think of the original as the "manga/manga accurate" design-

-and the new version is the more exaggerated/looser Studio APPP/OVA redesign. The Jojo OVAs just looked so cool and stylish. This is actually a Jojo OVA appreciation post you fell for it, fools.

So anyways yeah I think of it like I'm redesigning my own characters like this. Don't think too hard about it.

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The JoJos: Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro)

NOTE: Going to make a part 2 to this including Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny. The weird issue I was having with this post seems to have gone away. Though if anything looks weird or incomplete, let me know, please.

Jonathan

Jonathan's been through a lot. Thanks to Dio, he's spent much of his childhood feeling alone and unwanted. Dio stole his father's love, turned everyone in town against him, brutally killed poor Danny, and even drove his beloved Erina away from him. You’re the only one that stayed. You're the only one that continued to stand up for him when everyone else gave into Dio.

So that's why when he sees you looking at your friend with eyes filled with such fondness and adoration, it stirs up a dark anger in him that is so intense that it frightens him.

Jonathan does an excellent job of reigning in his emotions. You will only see that same sweet smile he always has, but you won't see the way his smile drops into a scowl as he excuses himself and turns away from you and your friend. You won't see the way he grips the doorknob so hard his fingers leave dents in the brass.

Jonathan hates the way he feels. He has no right to try to lay claim to you. He will just have to accept that fact that you will only ever see him as a friend. So that was that. He was going to lose you,too, and then he really will be alone. His anger dissipates and he goes into a depressive state that lasts for weeks. During the day he wanders far away from his father's property and into the forest. He can't bring himself to go into town for fear of seeing you and your friend together somewhere. Staying home is out of the question. He can't take Dio's constant questions. Even though they've started acting more civil with each other, Jonathan can't bring himself to ever fully trust his adoptive brother. Dio seems far too interested in his relationship with you for his liking.

"Why don't I see you with your little friend anymore, JoJo?" Dio asks. "You seemed so close as children. Did something happen?"

Jonathan isn't sure but he thought he heard a hint of glee in Dio's voice as he asked that.

Jonathan makes an effort not to snap at him. It's not his fault that this is happening. Not this time anyway.

"Sometimes people grow apart when they grow up. The responsibilities of adulthood can distract one from childhood friendships. That's just the way life is. And if you'll excuse me, I don't wish to speak on the matter anymore." Is Jonathan's reply before he exits the room.

Dio doesn't miss the misery in Jonathan's voice and he revels in it.

"If you say so, JoJo."

Jonathan ends up spending most of his time in the part of the forest where the two of you would play games, tell stories, and just laugh and chase each other for hours. Erina would join you sometimes… before she started avoiding him.

And now he lost you, too.

Of course. Why should he ever be allowed to be happy? Even without Dio being the cause of his misery, it seemed life itself was against him. He slumped to the ground and propped himself against a tree. He was sure his father would scold him for getting dirt on his clothes but that was nothing new. His father was always scolding and shaming him for something. That is, when he wasn’t singing Dio’s praises.

Jonathan sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the tree trunk. He wasn't going to think about that. He wanted to think about you and the short time you spent together. He would think about the time he tried to scare you with a bug only to have you laugh at him and hold the bug in your hand like it was nothing. He wanted to think about the time you fell out of the tree you were climbing, got up, brushed yourself off, and went right back to climbing. You didn't cry at all. He wanted to think about the time you looked Dio right in the eyes and told him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine (mind you in a much more ladylike manner).

You were both a gentle hand and a fist of strength, perfectly balanced in every way. You gave him a sense of hope and courage in one of the darkest times of his life. He could sit here and bask in the warmth of your memory until he just stopped living. That would have to be enough. He couldn't have you, but nothing could rob him of his memories of you. Not even Dio.

He must have dozed off at some point because he found himself being shaken awake. He may have been imagining it, but the person shaking him sounded an awful lot like you.

"JoJo! JoJo! Wake up!"

Jonathan's eyelids flew open. It was you!

“Oh… what?” he rasped. His voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was on fire. He didn't care though. You were here with him and that's all that mattered.

“Why… are you… here?” He asked, genuinely confused by your presence. Shouldn't you be with your friend?

“Why am I here?” you repeat. “Why do you think? I came to find you, you ninny!”

Jonathan just blinks up at you in confusion.

“I haven't seen you in weeks and when I asked your father about you he told me that you've been acting strangely. He said that you wandered the house at night instead of sleeping and that you haven't been eating. So I started looking for you and I found you out here sleeping in the woods!"

“O-oh…” Jonathan couldn't say more than that. He didn't really know how to answer. That, and he felt horrible. He was achy all over and his head was hurting.

You placed a hand on his forehead and he froze at your touch, mind going numb.

“Jojo, you're burning up! How long have you been sitting in the cold like this?” You asked.

Was it cold? Honestly Jonathan hadn't even noticed that the temperature had dropped. It was already night time. Had he really been out here for that long?

“Why have you been doing this to yourself?” You ask, your voice hitched with worry. “Has Dio been bullying you again?”

Jonathan said nothing. He just shook his head.

“Then why?! Was it something else?” You ask. “Was… was it something I did?”

Jonathan caught something in your eyes when you asked him that. It was something that opened up a very dark place inside of him. Guilt. You felt guilty. You were blaming yourself for his pitiable state.

"I just... I didn't want to interfere." He says.

“Interfere?” You ask. “Interfere with what? What are you talking about?”

“You… and your friend.” He says. “I see the way you look at him…”

Your face flushed.

"I-I don't l-look at him that way!" You stuttered out in embarrassment.

“You don’t have to hide it.” He says, trying to speak up. The action was putting a strain on his voice, making it sound worse… just as he intended.

“JoJo…” you start to say, but he doesn't let you finish.

"Listen... I never told you how I felt, because I thought it would put a strain on our friendship... We've been friends for a long time, haven't we? You were there for me for some of the most difficult times of my life and I adore you for it... It's because I love you so much that I'm willing to let you be happy with someone else... even if it means I'll never see you again . I just want you to be happy …” He ended with a very real, but perfectly timed cough.

You grabbed him by his flushed face and made him look at you.

“Don't say things like that, JoJo!” you cry. “You make it sound like I plan to abandon you!”

He grasped one of your hands weakly. “I don't matter, dearest. I told you, if he makes you happy…”

"That's enough!" you said sternly, placing a finger over his lips and silencing him. "I don't want you to say such things anymore!"

Your face was etched in anger, but your eyes glistened with unshed tears. It was working. As much as he hated stooping to such deplorable tactics like guilt-tripping, but by God, it was working! He could hate himself for it later. Right now, he was basking in your attention.

You removed your finger from his lips and he smiled up at you in a state of mindless bliss.

"Yes, ma'am." he rasped, before going into a coughing fit.

You let him go and stood up. He whined pathetically at the loss of your touch. You assumed it was due to his sickness. You got to your feet with a determined look on your face.

“I'm going back to get your father and some of the servants. They're going take you back home so you can get some rest. Then I'm going into town to fetch a doctor.” You stated.

Then you leaned down and planted a kiss on Jonathan's warm forehead. Jonathan could've died right then and there and died happy.

"Don't move from that spot, JoJo!" You said as you hiked up your skirt and began running towards the Joestar Mansion.

“I'm not going anywhere.” JoJo tried to call after you but his voice was too hoarse and you were already out of earshot.

"And neither are you..." He added under his breath.

Joseph

While Jonathan tries to hide his jealousy, Joseph puts his on full display, but he plays it off as a joke.

"So you're going out with him, again!?" he says with a pout.

"Yes, JoJo. I have other friends besides you, you know." You say, tired of having the same old argument every time you go out with someone that isn't him.

Joseph whines like a child and plops down on your couch. He crosses his arms and stares at the wall with a sullen expression.

"I don't have a problem with you having friends, it's just that ever since you've been hanging out with that weirdo you act like I don't even exist! I hardly ever see you anymore!"

You almost felt sorry for him until he called your friend a weirdo.

"JoJo! That's enough! I know you don't like him but I won't have you calling my friend names!" you scolded.

JoJo huffed but continued pouting on the couch in silence.

"Why do you act like such a child? We have this argument every time I go out with someone else. It's exhausting! It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything!"

Ouch. Okay, while what you said was true, you didn't have to just blurt it out like it was nothing. Joseph gives you a hurt look before suddenly doubling over in pain. He clutched his chest, fell off the couch and lay on the floor writhing in agony.

"JoJo! What happened? Are you okay?! JoJo!!" you say in a panic. You drop to your knees next to him.

"JoJo, tell me what's wrong!" you cry.

"I don't know!" He groans. "I just suddenly felt a terrible, sharp pain in my heart! I... I think it's the knife you stabbed into it when you said that just now!"

At the realization that he was faking so he could pick on you, you became furious.

"JOJO! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!" you shout, slapping him in the shoulder.

Joseph curls up trying to protect himself from your slaps, but he's giggling the whole time.

“I thought something was wrong with you, you silly ass!” you shout, a slight sob coming through in your voice.

Joseph sits up, his grinning face only inches from your own.

“Ah, so you do care about me!” he teased.

Your face immediately turned red and you scooted away from him, unable to look at him with him grinning at you like that.

“Shut up, you pain in the neck.” You mumble feeling shy all of a sudden.

Joseph was infuriating, but when he teased you like this, you couldn't help but fall for his charms... just a little. Up to this point, you had only ever viewed Joseph as a friend, but lately you've begun to see him in a slightly different light.

The problem is that Joseph knew that.

“I'll make a deal with you, JoJo.” You said after regaining your composure.

“If you quit complaining every time I go out with my other friends, then I'll make it so Saturdays will be the day that I hang out exclusively with you. Does that sound fair?”

You have Joseph's full attention now.

“Really?! Just you and me?!!” He asks, getting more and more excited by the minute.

“So….does this mean… um….” he stutters, looking around nervously as if he isn't sure that he should say what he wants to.

“Does it mean what?” you ask.

“If we’re going out every Saturday… and it’s just the two of us… can we say that… we’re dating?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

Your face flushes again and you look away from him, irritated at how cute he's being right now.

"Fine." you sigh. "I guess you can say we're dating."

Joseph lets out a whoop of joy before sweeping you into his heavily muscled arms.

"Thank you! You won't regret it I swear!" he promises.

As he pulls you to his chest, you don't see the smug, self-satisfied smirk he has on his face. He's finally got you right where he wants you. It took a while, but he finally got you to like him enough to go out with him. And every Saturday?! This was better than he hoped for! You'll have so much fun hanging around with him that you'll forget all about that weirdo friend of yours.

Check and Mate, darling.

Jotaro

Jealous Jotaro is all cold glares and quiet fury. Every time you and your friend are seen together, Jotaro always seems to be hanging out in the background, staring daggers into the back of your friend's head. You don't know what your friend could've done to earn Jotaro's disdain, but it's very clear that he doesn't want you to be alone with him. The problem is that Jotaro won't tell you anything. Any time you confront him about it you're met with the same response.

“I just don’t like the guy.”

You don't understand why and Jotaro never explains. Your friend isn't even a Stand user, so it can't be that he suspects him of being an enemy.

Your friend may not be a Stand user, but you, unfortunately are. So it takes all of Jotaro's willpower to keep Star Platinum in check when he's around the two of you. Jotaro can feel his Stand's rage stir up any time your friend gets a little too close or handsy with you. There's really nothing suspicious about the way your friend interacts with you. His touches are only of the platonic variety, but each hug, head pat, or playful shove send Jotaro into a silent rage.

He'll chomp down on his cigarette, nearly biting it in half and almost has an aneurysm from trying to keep Star Platinum from popping out and punching the guy's head off of his shoulders.

But none of that matters, because Jotaro already has a plan in play. He just needs to be patient and careful.

For the next few weeks, you start getting an uncomfortable feeling that someone is watching and following you. You often try to find the source of this feeling, frantically looking over your shoulder and seeing no one. You even send your Stand to search around, but it comes back to you shrugging its shoulders after failing to find anyone. You tell Jotaro about it and he gives you a serious, concerned look and tells you to be careful.

"Just because DIO's out of the picture doesn't mean some of his lackeys aren't still around looking for revenge. Just stay alert and let me know if anything suspicious happens." He says.

You nod your head and go about your day, casting worried glances into every shadowy corner.

Jotaro understands your concerns, but he's fully aware of what's really happening, so he's not too worried about it. He watches you until you are out of sight, then he lights a cigarette. He's been thinking about quitting, but he needs the nicotine to clear his head right now. The first part of the plan was taken care of, but he still had work to do.

A few days later, you come to him with a worried expression.

“Someone's been in my house.” You tell him before you even say your morning greeting.

“How do you know?” He asks, instantly alert.

“My diary's missing.” You tell him.

"Your diary?" he says, curling his lip with a disdainful sneer.

"Yes!" You say, annoyed with his attitude. "It wasn't in my desk and I can't find it anywhere in my room or anywhere else in the house."

Jotaro thought for a moment.

“What did you write in it? You didn't write anything about Egypt did you?” he asked with a serious tone.

“Of course not! I wouldn't dare! I didn't put anything important in it just in case someone did find it and read it.” you say.

“Then why would someone want your diary?” He asks.

"I don't know, JoJo! I just know that I can't find it." You shout, frustrated that he doesn't seem to be taking it seriously.

“Did you check your locker?” He offers.

"I don't bring my diary to school, JoJo." You sigh in exasperation.

Jotaro huffs at your tone.

"Don't get snappy, I was just asking. Good grief. If you're that worried about it, I'll come by after school and help you look for it." he says.

You agree to that and go to class feeling a lot better.

You don't find your diary, but for the next week or two, you do start finding pictures of yourself on your windowsill. Fortunately, none of the pictures are compromising but they are worrying. Whoever took them seems to have been following you all over town and at school. So your feeling about being watched had been right. How your Stand hadn't been able to find your personal paparazzi you didn't know, but Jotaro was going to hear about this. You took the pictures to school to show him. He wasn't happy.

“Where did you find these?” He demands.

"On my window sill." You state. "Whoever's stalking me wanted to make sure that I knew it. I'm not gonna wait for their next move. I'm going to take those pictures to the police."

“Don’t bother.” Jotaro says a little too quickly.

"Why not? I need to..."

He cut you off.

“The police won't be able to do much. Stalking cases are tricky and require a lot more evidence than just a few pictures. We don't even have a suspect, so they won't have anything to go on except for what you tell them.” he says.

“So what am I gonna do then?” you ask.

“I'll take care of it.” he says plainly.

Another few days pass and Jotaro hasn't told you much. You've been worrying and fretting but you know Jotaro wouldn't tell you that he'd take care of it unless he had some kind of plan. Sure enough, you found yourself playing the part of bait while Jotaro followed along behind you in secret. You could spot him every now and then behind parked cars and buildings; black coat fluttering in the wind. It gave you a sense of calm even though you could feel that extra presence behind you. You didn't bother to look behind you. You knew you wouldn't see anything. Finally, just when the tension was getting unbearable, you heard someone yelp and you whirled around to see Jotaro holding your friend up by his collar.

"Jotaro? What on earth...?" you said, wondering why Jotaro was attacking your friend. Unless... no. It couldn't be!

“Empty your bag.” Jotaro said. It was a command not a request. Your very frightened and confused friend let his book bag drop from his shoulder. Its contents spilled out onto the sidewalk. Among the items were more pictures of you and your diary.

"It was you!" you shouted, unable to believe your friend could be guilty of something like stalking.

Your friend tried to defend himself. He tried to convince you that he had no idea how that stuff got in his bag. When Jotaro asked him why he was following you, he just said that he was going to the convenience store to buy some sodas . He didn't even know that it was you in front of him. You weren't buying it and neither was Jotaro. The taller male grabbed your former friend by the hair and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"I don't know what your game is, but if I catch you anywhere near her again, they'll have to use your dental record to identify you when I'm through with you."

The statement wasn't a threat or even a promise. It was a guarantee.

Jotaro dropped the boy to the sidewalk where he scrambled to gather up his things before running for the hills. Jotaro glared after the boy long after he was out of sight. After a moment he turned to you and asked,

"You alright?"

"I-ah... no. Not really." you said.

You couldn't help but think back to all the times Jotaro gave the boy dirty looks whenever the two of you hung out.

"You knew, didn't you?" You ask.

“Knew what?” Jotaro says, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He took a drag off it and blew the smoke into the sky.

"You knew about him. That's why you said you didn't like him. You knew he was a bad egg from the start." you say.

Jotaro just shrugs.

"I had a feeling, yeah."

You rub your hand down your face.

“Dammit! I should have listened to you. Your gut feelings have never been wrong before. Not back in Egypt and not now. I should've stopped hanging around him the moment you said you didn't like him!” You say with a huff of frustration.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. You couldn't have known." Jotaro says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

You stand there, fidgeting. Your emotions are going haywire. You feel betrayed by your friend, angry at yourself for not seeing the signs sooner, and oh so grateful to Jotaro for always being so reliable.

Jotaro's hand on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Why don't you come over to my place for dinner. I can get Mom to make that stuff you like.” Jotaro offered.

"Yeah. That sounds good." you say.

Jotaro smiles to himself as the two of you begin the walk towards his house.

That went smoother than he thought it would. It took a little bit of time to set it up but it worked out beautifully. Of course it was him that had been stalking you and taking the pictures. He knew your Stand's abilities and weaknesses like he knew Star Platinum's. It was as easy to avoid its notice as it was for him to avoid yours. Having his Stand get his hands on your diary was even easier. All he had to do was hang around outside your window until you went to sleep and have Star Platinum grab the diary from your desk drawer. Of course he read it. He couldn't help himself. He was delighted to know about your little crush on him. After that, all he had to do was place the pictures on the window sill for you to find. As for framing your deadbeat friend? It was a simple matter of having Star Platinum slip the “evidence” into his bag when no one was looking at the end of the school day. Of course, there was the danger of him finding the diary and the pictures, but what would he say about it? If he brought it to your attention he would essentially be doing Jotaro's work for him. Setting up the “stalker trap” was a little bit tricky, but it was a simple matter of having you walk down a path he knew your friend took on a regular basis. He always went to that particular store to get sodas at that particular time. The rest was child's play.

Jotaro had decided at some point during that 50 day trip that you were his. You had no incentive to join the hunt for DIO at all. You weren’t a Joestar descendant. You weren’t a friend of the family, and Jotaro hadn’t saved your life, so you didn’t owe him anything. You were simply ready and willing to put your life on the line to help a classmate save his mother’s life. That’s all, and that meant something.

Jotaro wasn’t about to hand you over to some wormy little nobody that just showed up out of nowhere. You belonged to him. He already decided.

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wen-kexing-apologist · 4 months

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Hello.

I have so many I want to ask but I'll do this one again.

5 biggest surprises in Bl this year.

(Thanks for the xmas message btw.) Rose💜

Ooo I like this one, there were lots of good surprises this year:

Shows that surprised me

Wedding Plan

gif by @pharawee

Everyone has an opinion on MAME, and I do not blame them, but know that I am judging you hard if you did not like Wedding Plan and especially if you did not like Sailom. This show was phenomenal and if you have not watched it, you should.

Be My Favorite

gif by @makesomehistory

Krist and Jittirain also have reputations on this website, and while I was not aware of the reputations of either of these individuals many of my friends on this website do and we entered this show ready to be mad at it, and instead we all walked away enjoying it and genuinely surprised by the fact that we had enjoyed it. So shout out to Krist and Jittirain I guess, and honestly Gawin too because he showed that he is a great actor in his own right in this show.

Bed Friend

So I had seen the trailer for this show before it aired, and decided to check it out because it was marketed as high heat and I was curious to see what other studios were doing with high heat after KinnPorsche. So imagine my surprise 5 minutes in when the lights go out and we get the flashback showing baby Uea getting padlocked into the bathroom. Y'all. Jaw. Floor. I literally paused, I went back to the trailer, there was ZERO indication about his child abuse history. So that was probably my biggest surprise of the year for BL.

Characters that surprised me

I Like Phupa Now!

Honestly, thank god for Aof. He really used Our Skyy 2 to finally give Phupa the character arc he needed. In A Tale of a Thousand Stars, Phupa served as the more traditional romance story male where we did not get a lot of actual information on him, and when I watched ATOTS it was my first EarthMix show and I wasn't good at reading Earth's microexpressions so Phupa fell flat for me. But now I love him so so much, because Our Skyy 2 finally gave me enough time to sit with Phupa that I finally realized how much he was struggling with internalized homophobia, and I wrote two essays about it.

Mond was Boeing All Along!

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Don't care what anyone thinks of Only Friends as a whole, so many people were sure that Boeing was going to be played by Mix, and I remember the posts flying when Mond showed up at the end. Jojo asking Mond if he'd kissed any boys and casting him because he said no, and then having Mond kiss almost every single boy in the show? Inspired.

ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023

#ask game #best in bl 2023 #be my favorite #wedding plan the series #bed friend the series #bed friend #os2 x atots #only friends the series

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cherry-bomb-ships · 6 days

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Man it hasn't even been a FULL WEEK since me and the wife's rewatch of the PPG movie, where I thought it was just gonna be a fun nostalgia trip and a chance to show her a huge part of my childhood. But here we are now, she ended up falling super hard for Utonium and I.... I fell for Mojo Jojo 😭😭

SO, with it being a year and three months, the longest I've gone without adding a new character to my f/o list, it is with a bursting heart and bright-red cheeks that I officially put Mojo Jojo onto my f/o list 💖💀💖💀💖💀💖 What can I say? His evil swagger and rather cute elaborate manner of speaking have bewitched me heart and soul 👉👈💖💖💖💖💖

#💜: loving you's a felony #there it is 🥺🥺🥺 there's the tag!!!!#man. it feels so sooooo nice to be making one of those again #btw its a lyric from the g.orillaz song souk eye! cuz i like that one 💖💖💖#and ya know... g.orillaz. chimp name band. idk whatever #anyways we are SO BACK 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖 i cannot wait to be unhinged about this for the coming months!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#ruby rambles #🧬🎀.fndm

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idkaguyorsomething · 4 months

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This might sound odd but while Jodio get's a lot of deserved flak why do a lot of Jojo fans seem to overlook Dragonna's sketchy deeds, such as helping his brother commit crimes?

jodio and dragona have a very understandable dynamic from what we’ve been shown so far. they’re both relatively chill people in a normal day-to-day-listening-to-dua-lipa situation and siblings, with dragona as the older sibling taking on a more responsible leadership position while jodio as the younger brother being more impulsive and somewhat… well, naive would be a harsh word, but he has a lot of trouble with the consequences of his actions and he actually fell for the “cops have to tell you if they’re working undercover” trick. it’s a classic dynamic that works well in a lot of stories because the characters balance each other out this way.

but dragona does do a lot of crime shit. arguably, as the older sibling, they’re even more guilty than jodio since eldest children are expected to know what they’re doing and set a good example for the rest of their family, and in the most recent chapter, we see them completely misread a situation in a way that causes them to fall victim to the enemy stand user’s trap. they’re not as different as some people might think.

imho, there’s two main culprits at play here:

number one is the fact that we haven’t gotten a lot of dragona themself’s perspective on their motivations. we’ve seen them in business mode, working through problems and trying to corral paco and usagi, but it hasn’t been revealed to us why exactly they got into organized crime and how they feel about this lifestyle. the first thing that jodio does is let us know that he’s in it for the money and has very few problems with any of this as long as he doesn’t get caught and nobody he cares about gets hurt. additionally, we’ve been shown parts of his day where he sells drugs to his classmates and has to dodge the police. none of what dragona usually does when they’re not on diamond heists has really been shown, so when they’re not really seen committing crimes outside of a group, i think it can be easy for people to forget that they do that by themself as well as when others are watching.

number two is fandom. jodio and dragona have a relationship where you can draw a lot of parallels between giorno and bruno, and the fandom seems to have gone in a similar direction with them. there’s a lot of archetypes that fans tend to pigeonhole characters into even when it does a disservice to the many complexities they may have in their writing (not saying that all fans do this, but it is a pattern that repeats itself enough to be worth examining) such as the disaster gremlin, the team mom, the uwu soft baby, etc. bruno’s fan characterization ended up getting shoved into the team mom archetype pretty hard, and i think we’re seeing something similar play out with dragona. they’re both the de facto leaders of their team with somewhat tough but fair attitudes who really care about their team members, so having them take on a somewhat parental role is far from unreasonable, exaggerating that role for comedy is good humor, and running with it until you get a soccer mom who packed snacks for the local organized crime members is pretty much an unavoidable side effect at this point.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojolands #the jojolands #jojo part 9 #jodio joestar #dragona joestar

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honeybleed · 1 year

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a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

read part one

synopsis: bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canonverse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven, reader insert but there are some oc’s, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, no smut but kinda suggestive towards the end

authors note: if you get slightly confused, the reader will be purposely left out of the whole jojo lore of arrows and stands so that’s why i won’t get into the full detail of it however us as jojo fans and the canon characters understand it i guess ☠️

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As you stood underneath the shower head and let the hot water pour on your skin and wetten your hair, you thumped your head hard against the tiles.

As much as you enjoyed whatever that was back there with Rohan, you knew things weren't going to be simple.

You had an inkling he would go back to being an emotionally constipated jackass sooner or later.

But at the end of the day, that shouldn't be your problem.

You can't control his behaviour. Thoughts mulled in your head as you faced downwards.

Your train of thought came to a halt when you noticed something scurry around in your peripherals. You could've sworn something scuttled out of the drain.

As fear crawled up your spine and made adrenaline rush you tried to rush away but you slipped and collided with such force, the bottles of product on the tub clattered.

It disappeared, leaving you humiliated.

Pain shot through you as you let out an anguished noise and clambered to stand up.

The door immediately swung open and you met with Rohan’s enraged face.

"Why are you making such a commotion?!" Rohan snapped. Your eyes locked as you were stark naked, stood on the rim of the bathtub.

"Something came out of the drain, I swear Rohan! I’m not making it up!" You babbled, words clashing together.

"What? Was it a spider?" He asked, unimpressed as he took a few steps further to get a good look at the drain. He peered at the tub, blinking.

Waiting for something.

Much to no avail. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"I am NOT lying!" You barked.

"I didn't say you were." He responded, swiftly.

He yanked a towel from the rack and passed it to you, which you reached out for a little meekly, mortified at how ridiculous you looked.

Silence fell over the both of you.

"Aren’t you going to leave?" You said a little curtly. His lips were pressed together as he struggled to say what he wanted to say.

"...Are you hurt?" He finally asked, still not meeting your eye.

"I’m fine, I just slipped."

"Idiot." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Hey!"

"Be careful." He said, as he reached out a hand to help you up. You unwillingly grasped his hand.

You massaged your sore sides after you dried yourself and applied lotion. Looking for Rohan but he seemed to be absent from his bed.

You figured he’d be out on the deck again, it was pretty tranquil at night with the dark sky and soft sounds of waves lapping.

Surely enough, he was sat on the decking, legs outstretched.

You settled beside him, slightly wincing from the fall you’d taken back there.

“You’re sure you don’t need medical attention?” He asked, not looking at you.

“I’m fine.” You asserted.

“You are so stubborn.”

“Have you taken a look in the mirror yourself?” You hissed.

“I do. I’m rather fond of my reflection.” He snickered.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” You responded “Rohan.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you have always been a manga author?”

“I can’t imagine being anything else.”

“I could.”

“Huh?”

“You’d be a cool creative director. Or fashion designer.”

“You flatter me.” He said with a snicker. “But no. It’s my calling.”

“That must be cool, to know what you’re meant for.”

“Why do you say that?” He questioned, furrowing his brows. “Do you not like being an editor?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

"I never wanted to be a manga editor. It just fell in my lap, I guess." You finally said. You were met with silence which you were grateful for.

"To say you are undeserving of this job, is an insult to yourself. You would have never been assigned to me if you were terrible.”

You blinked.

Well, it wasn't comforting advice but there was a hint of truth in his statement.

As abhorrent as Rohan’s personality could be, he was one of the greatest, renowned manga authors for a reason.

"It is never too late. Who knows? Ten years down the line you could be on a path you've always wanted. You’re unsure now, but it'll come to you one day."

"That was actually really sweet of you, Roban." You replied. "Thank you...I really needed that."

"Not a problem. I despise change and to go through another editor would be an extreme inconvenience."

You bit your tongue, and decided to pretend you hadn't heard it, then got up from where the two of you were sat.

"...I hope ten years you will still be a part of my life." You said, softly.

Rohan simply glanced at you, hand settled on his stomach.

He was sure it had been years since a single sentence from somebody had caused a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

"I’ll see you in the cabin if I’m still awake." You said as you began to head out. "Try do something that doesn't revolve around Pink Dark Boy, okay?"

"Can’t make any promises." He replied, a little dazed from the burst of butterflies from what you said.

You were slightly saddened the trip was coming to an end. As much as the events felt like an emotional rollercoaster, you still enjoyed just having a chance to breathe.

No deadlines. No early morning starts. No public transport. No more endless hours trapped in the office feeling as if your life was wasting away.

Of course your job wasn't the conventional office one.

Working for a prestigious and famous publishing company like Shueisha which was something most people would kill for was considered a privilege.

The talk after you and Rohan’s tryst lifted a burden from your shoulders.

Hope existed and like he said, you'd find your calling soon enough.

Something that would make all the depressing things about a job, worth it.

You were alone on the deck, on the nose of the grand cruise ship, overlooking the waters and the sunset.

You whipped your head around when you heard footsteps approach you, and turned to see none other than Ryosuke with a sheepish smile as he gave a shy wave.

Internally shrinking away because you felt a little bad for taking him for a ride when your mind was filled with another.

"This is going to be awkward." You muttered internally.

"Was looking all over the place for you." ryosuke said, a smile tugging on the corner his lips.

"Oh...is there something you need?" You questioned.

It sounded like he wanted to make a move on you and feigning ignorance was the only thing that you wanted to do.

Your heart was set on Rohan, anyways.

He cleared his throat.

"I’d really like to take you out on a date when we get back, if that's possible."

You blinked at him.

"I don't think I could let this chance pass. I barely see you as it is."

"Oh, Ryosuke. Believe me, I’m flattered but I can't-"

"It’s him, isn't it?" He interrupted you, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Don’t play dumb with me. What? That bastard is a skirt chaser too?" He raged.

What was it with all the manga authors being such babies? You pinched your nose bridge.

"Even if it was Rohan, so?" You questioned. "I suggest you stop before this escalates and I don't talk to you again."

He gave a hollow laugh, turning away from you.

"You should've agreed."

"...What?" You blurted out, voice incredulous.

Suddenly you felt a force, not allowing you to move from where you were stood.

You struggled aimlessly for a few seconds, then whipped your head around to see Ryosuke with a fiendish smile on his face as his eyes darkened.

Nothing like the warm smile you were used to.

"I was only shot with the arrow to hurt Kishibe and anybody important to him but that stuck up bastard barely has loved ones in proximity to him...then you came along." He stated, circling you.

Your eyebrows pinched together, bewildered on the tangent he was going on.

"Hm, you seem clueless. Well I’ll tell you something. That feeling you had that somebody was watching you? It was my stand. I figured I’d play some mind tricks with you and send him a warning. His loss though, he thought you were crazy, didn't he?"

No.

He didn't think you were crazy.

Rohan is smart. He did what you do, and played dumb in an attempt to shield you from these peculiar happenings.

"What’s even the endgame, Ryosuke?" You asked, cautiously. Hoping you could talk him out of whatever he had planned.

"Rohan!" You called out as he stood on the deck, staring at the both of you. "Don’t come any closer!"

“For god’s sake woman, you’re like a foghorn!” He muttered as he made his way towards the two of you, undeterred by your panicked state.

"Watch out!" You cried out as you saw the exact same thing you saw in the tub heading straight towards the both of you.

He shoved you hard but still braced out his arms in a protective stance as his legs planted wide.

"Ugh, what was that for?-"

"HEAVEN'S DOOR!" He called out.

"I knew it! It was that bottom feeder mangaka!" Rohan yelled.

"Rohan." You said through gritted teeth. "This is not the time for a gotcha!"

Ryosuke cursed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he struggled, unable to move.

He fell onto the ground, hard. It was almost as if there was some sort of restraints on his legs and wrists even if it was invisible.

"Curse you, Kishibe. You-"

"Ryosuke, just...relax! Lets talk about it, okay...? It doesn't need to escalate like this. You said you knew I felt as if I was being watched, Right? How-"

"He has a stand, Y/N. Keep up, will you?" Rohan said, curtly.

You frowned and put your hands on your hips.

"Wow Rohan, I’m sure that'd be extremely helpful if I even knew what a stand is." You shot back.

Ryosuke gave up struggling and sighed.

"Since you want to know-"

"We don't." Rohan cut him off.

"We do! Shut up Rohan." You hissed.

"I’ll tell you the story."

1995 and I picked up an issue of Jump. Rave reviews about a series whose author was a mere sixteen years old! But his art style was on the level of a senior artist's.

1999. My own series was picked up. I was invited to a gathering held by Shueisha themselves and I couldn't be happier.

I could finally meet the boy who inspired me to start drawing.

"Soul Moon? Never heard of it. God awful title." Ne said, then turned on his heel and flounced off.

The way he turned his nose up at me. I’d never forget. First, my heart shattered. This was a man I’d idolised for years. It was a goal of mine to even meet him.

Secondly, I’d been so vulnerable with my work. I tapped into my deepest desires and thoughts and brought it into the plot. It was very intimate and as much as I knew that was a risk, I still took it.

It was more insulting from a manga author. A reader? Fine. An editor, that's their job! But a fellow manga author?

"Rohan, this is literally your fault!" You screeched, enraged you were dragged into this pissing contest. "You apologise right now!"

"I don't need his pity!" Ryosuke barked. "It was simply some context for you."

Rohan was unfazed by Ryosuke’s story, he simply cocked a brow with his familiar smug smile.

"You’re still laughing?! I guess that takes away any of the last qualms I had about offing you."

"Ryosuke! Yes, Rohan is a snob but that isn't a reason to murder somebody!" You screamed out, lost at why this was even a statement in the first place.

"Indulge me, Tsuchiya." Rohan said. "How would you, defenceless and immobile, go about murdering me?"

He took out a spare pen from his pocket, and crouched over Ryosuke.

You felt as if there was a heavy weight upon your tongue and your chest was so tight you were beginning to struggle with breathing as Rohan seemed to turn pages within Ryosuke’s face.

Ryosuke's unintelligible babbling and gut wrenching screams of terror were enough to send you into complete panic mode.

And the last thing you saw before you lost your balance and slumped against the railings was Rohan's eerie smile.

That was your first experience face-to-face with what Rohan called a stand, and you were given the misfortune of witnessing one as gory and psychologically scarring as Heaven’s Door.

You blearily opened your eyes to see a white ceiling, completely unfamiliar to you.

You tried to focus on something in the room, you could see Rohan sat on a chair.

With a stone-faced expression, your eyes met.

"Is Ryosuke okay?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

"I cut off his hands. He won’t be able to draw anymore, that is unless he learns how to draw with his feet or mouth."

"...Oh."

"If you have something to say, just spit it out already. You of all people should know how busy I am."

"You...didn't even show basic compassion when he confronted you." You began, voice faltering. "You didn't even feel bad.."

"Why would I feel sympathy for a man who was going to kill me and used you as bait?" He hissed.

"You are cruel, Rohan. I saw your true colors on that deck. You laughed in that man's face."

Amongst his many talents, Rohan’s poker face was something simply unmatched.

Because as soon as that sentence left your lips he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

But nobody would've been able to tell, what with those steely, cold eyes. His chest was puffed up, and his arms were folded.

He snorted.

"If that's what you truly think, who am I to change your mind?" He said, frostily.

"Well, I’m sure you have other places to be." You hurled back.

"Glad you know." He responded, turning on his heel to march out of the room.

"I got the flowers you asked for-" Izumi’s voice called out in the hallway, at the worst time possible. He snatched the bouquet out of her hands and dumped them in the trash.

Leaving Izumi at a loss for words.

"Well, that was wasteful and not very eco-friendly!" She cried out.

You weren't bed bound for long. You were released quickly once they had run tests and deduced you had simply passed out from shock.

You went home. You saw your friends, and you saw Izumi in the office but she didn't address the elephant in the room (you and Rohan’s fallout) since she figured that was something between the two of you.

You didn't dare go back to Morioh.

And you were dreading your next visit for work purposes.

Maybe that's why such strict rules about employee relationships are enforced in the first place.

Soon enough, the call came and you were meant to set up a meeting with Rohan to discuss his next submission for a one-shot.

You dialled him dozens of times but he was straight up refusing to answer your calls.

After countless ringing, you finally reached a voicemail.

"This is the Kishibe Rohan’s residence. I am most likely creating a masterpiece so I can't take your call. Even if I was free I would not answer. So don’t bother to leave a message.”

You were sure your eyes would be stuck at the back of your head because anything to do with Rohan made you roll your eyes.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you!" A voice called out behind you. You turned to face a youthful-looking short boy. You immediately recognised him, as he was one of Rohan’s few friends.

"You’re not bothering me at all, what's up?"

"Um, well I guess it's pretty heavy. Can we talk in the café?"

"I guess this is kinda awkward. I hope you don't think I'm meddling in your business or anything!" the boy said a little anxiously as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Not at all."

"Well, you are Y/N, right? Rohan sensei's editor?"

You nodded.

"He’s been so off since he came back from that trip the two of you went on! He’s not himself at all. He won't even leave that big old house of his."

You felt some pangs of guilt. You had no idea that what you said would even affect Rohan.

"Koichi? Did it come out of Rohan’s mouth that he was upset because of me?" You said, calmly but it was hard to stop the passive aggressiveness laced in your tone.

"Well, no- but-"

"So I guess this conversation is over." You said abruptly, taking out some notes from your purse to pay for your and Koichi’s beverages and setting it on the table.

"Y/N, wait!" Koichi cried out. "He didn't tell me about what happened over the past week but I know he cares about you! So much so, he asked me for advice! ...and he asked me if he was cruel."

You froze in your steps.

So it was what you said that made Rohan spiral.

Your face scrunched up as you turned on your heel to face Koichi.

"Since when does Kishibe Rohan care about anybody but himself?!" You cried out.

"Y/N, please! I know he's difficult but he does care about you-"

"Why do I have to hear that he cares about me from you?!"

You let out a heavy sigh and shook your head. Why are you debating with somebody young enough to be your sibling about your love life?

"Look, Koichi. Sorry for yelling at you and sorry to get you involved in all of this. You’re a good friend to Rohan." You said, exasperatedly as you balled your fist behind your back. "I’ll...visit him. That’s why I came to Morioh in the first place but I chickened out."

"No worries Y/N...I hope things work out between the two of you." He said, beaming.

After he waved you off, you hesitantly made your way to Rohan’s place.

It was irritating how he managed to triangulate somebody fresh out of college into your nonsense but nothing was a surprise when it came to dealing with Rohan.

You gazed at his house, seeing the lights in his studio were on. If he was drawing then it probably wasn't as urgent as Koichi made it seem.

“You are trespassing on my property.” You heard a familiar voice bark. “Go away.”

“Are we really playing this game, Rohan?” You sighed.

“This is not a game to me!” He exclaimed. “Just leave.”

“You think I wanted to even come down here? But at the end of the day, I have a job to do. So please. Just let me do my job.” You pleaded.

You were met with silence, then locks began to rattle and there stood Rohan, with a sullen look.

He wasn't in his regular fashionable attire which he would spend hours crafting to the tiniest detail. Even his signature headband was missing and his hair which was always styled up was now limp and lifeless.

He had newly formed dark circles against his porcelain skin.

"I don't have anything to show you."

"You may be upset with me but lying? Lying to me? You have drafts, infinite drafts that date back years ago that you could pass off for the next print." You hissed.

"Fine. Two minutes, take my drawings and go."

He made you stand in the foyer, then dumped a box full of drawings into your hands, causing you to lose your balance with its weight.

"Take care." He said, abruptly.

You felt a flurry of rage overtake your senses and immediately dumped the box onto the ground, causing the papers to scatter everywhere.

"Why are you making me the bad guy? Cos I called you cruel? You don't get to do this, Rohan!"

"I'm doing it right now." He spat.

"Grow up! You can't just do whatever you feel like then get mad when somebody tells you as it is. You want people to walk on eggshells for you, how absurd is that?"

"I'm not doing anything wrong here. You were the one who said you didn't want to see me again, I'm simply respecting your wishes."

"My wishes were not for you to lock yourself away. My wishes were not for you to neglect your work, the one thing in this world that you care about-"

"Two." He said.

"...Huh?"

"I...care about my work. And somehow...I found myself beginning to care about you." He hesitated.

You blinked.

The silence pierced through his chest, and he slumped against the wall.

"I can't think straight." He huffed out, angrily clutching the roots of his hair.

"I care about you very much. You're a constant in my life. Being away from you after that trip and thinking we were over shattered my heart." You said voice barely a whisper.

"Well, is it true? Do you think I’m cruel?" He spat.

"...At times. But I guess that's what gets you far in this industry...Rohan I just wanted you to understand how much you hurt Ryosuke. I didn't expect you to forgive him or anything, like you said he was trying to kill you."

He cleared his throat.

"I didn't actually cut off his hands. I just wrote that he was going to be out cold for an hour or two and this prevented him from being able to use his stand to harm you and me. I just said that to scare you."

"ROHAN!" You exclaimed, yanking his arm to drag him to his feet to look at you. "What even goes through your mind to think that was remotely okay?!"

"I thought you knew by now I like to see raw, unfiltered human emotion." He shrugged.

"Not everything is fucking material for your comics! Ugh, you drive me INSANE!" You cried out.

"Your friend Koichi said you weren't yourself. You haven't left the house in days." You stated.

"What’s it to him?" He muttered under his breath.

"That’s what friends do, Rohan."

"And? If it were true, how does it concern you in the slightest?" He snarked.

Your stomach churned slightly.

"Well, it's true."

"Maybe I’m just tired."

"That is such bullshit Rohan and you know it."

He scowled at you, then got up from where he was sat to take a good look at you.

"How bigheaded of you to assume I’m in this pitiful state because of you." He sneered.

"Oh, oh, oh! So you DO agree, you are in a pitiful state!" You exclaimed as you hopped around, pointing at him.

You could go for hours sparring verbally. You’re both like stubborn mules in that sense. But it was better to show you how you feel physically.

After a moment of silence and a death stare from Rohan, you let out a sigh.

You then draped your arms around Rohan's neck and slot your lips against his.

He froze against your move but quickly reciprocated your advance, settling his hands onto your waist and pulling you flush against him.

You’re sure you've kissed Rohan quite a few times. In the beginning, they were gentle and chaste and on your part.

Then on the cruise, the kisses you shared were full of unbridled and all-consuming lust.

This one was overwhelmingly emotional. As he tilted his head to get a better angle to kiss you more deeply, you wanted to cry.

He’d probably die before he apologised but you were on the same wavelength at this very moment.

His lips, his hands roaming your body, it was telling you how broken he was without you. How he felt as if life was at a standstill when there was a possibility you weren't coming back.

As he pulled away to catch his breath from the heated kiss, he swallowed thickly as he gazed into your eyes, taking in the beauty of your features. He gently brushed the hair out of your face.

"Never let me go." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his.

"I won't. For as long as I live." He responded, voice desperate and hoarse. Delving to steal another kiss from your swollen and wet lips.

In all honesty, Rohan hadn't felt this much genuine happiness and joy in a long time.

He was speeding down the winding roads, in his convertible. to have you by his side, laughing wildly and the wind in his hair was a moment of true bliss.

He began to slow down as he saw cars in the distance, and you quickly pecked his cheek catching him by surprise.

He rubbed his cheek in awe, as he gave you a gentle smile.

"Hey! Park over there!" You instructed and he obliged. You clambered out of the car to sit on the hood of the car.

"You scratch that and its coming out of your pocket." He warned as he peeked over the door.

"Loosen up." You giggled as you began to crawl on all fours to the window.

"Why don't you sketch me?" You said, quirking a brow. You regularly prompted Rohan to draw you every now and then.

Sometimes he followed through, but a majority of the time he would tell you off.

He pulled out a polaroid camera out of his satchel and got out of the car.

"Smile." He said, in a monotone.

"This is helping you!" You snapped as you began to pose as if you were in a photo shoot.

He shook the polaroid and leaned onto the car hood. You draped your arms around him and wrapped your legs around his torso, your chest flush against his back.

"I look real good, huh?”

You were a lot more chipper. It was due to being in such a honeymoon phase and more notably, you finally left the job of being his editor and were now able to pursue your own dreams.

Your future back then felt so bleak but now all the hope and beginning a new chapter with the man you adored with every fibre of your being illuminated the stormy darkness of your mind and heart.

"It hasn't even developed properly." Rohan muttered, squirming away from you as you tried to bite his ear lobe.

"Oh I know. But I know I look good."

He couldn't adjust to the merry laughs he gave now. He was so used to the snarky and smug ones, having genuine cheerful ones was out of his ball park.

He squeezed your thigh as a retaliation causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get going before the sun sets." He stated as he carried you piggyback off of the car hood.

"What’s the rush, you own the place!" You exclaimed.

"Wouldn’t hurt to be so early, and last thing i want is something weird to happen in these terrains." He said a little darkly.

"You’re so morbid." You snorted as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck.

"Comes with the occupation." He responded, quirking a brow.

You turned around in back seat to grab the map, then brandished out the huge, difficult thing.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" You questioned.

"Y/N please. I think I have an idea where a property I bought would be." Rohan stated, a little offended, lowering the map from your hands as he rolled his eyes.

"Sureeeee." You drawled out.

You tucked the map back where you plucked it from since you were useless with directions, then settled back into the passenger seat.

All of a sudden, you felt Rohan take the sides of your face with his hands and dragged you in for a slow, languid kiss.

It completely caught you off guard so you were extremely flustered not to mention feeling hot and bothered with the slightly obscene groaning he made against your mouth.

"W-what was that for?" You panted, trying to regain your composure, pupils dilated and head dizzy.

He just gave a triumphant smile.

"It's fun knowing I can do that more often."

author’s note: if you read this far thank u sm 🙏🏽 its kinda rushed so sorry for grammatical errors or spelling errors but its the fastest i put out a part two ehehe also i was kinda monologuing zown and its so dialogue heavy since i been binge watching scandal lately. anyways i would appreciate any requests for jojo characters😹 thank you again love u guise 💓 reblogs appreciated!!

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #jjba x reader #jjba x female reader #jjba fanfic #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #jjba x y/n #jojo x reader #jjba diu #kishibe rohan #rohan kishibe

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thatgirl4815 · 6 months

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MY crack theory is (and I think I've seen a few other people mention it) that Boeing didn't cheat on Sand. Instead, Sand, Top amd Boeing had a threesome, after which Boeing "fell" for Top and broke it off with Sand when he saw Top was interested in him back. 💀 That's why Sand feels like Top "stole" his ex.

Just imagine Ray’s face if he found out Sand was in a threesome that he wasn’t a part of. Devastation.

As far as crack theories go, I don’t think that one is completely out of the question, but I’m having a hard time seeing Sand agreeing to it. I have no distinct reason why I think so. Just a feeling.

Given all the threesome references, this would be a good way of capitalizing on it (I also remember Jojo saying something about it? It was from awhile ago though).

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #sandboeing #topboeing #Boeing #only friends crack #only friends theories #only friends predictions #only friends episode 10 #ask #only friends ask

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yakumtsaki · 1 year

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-Alright, everyone, settle down.. I SAID SETTLE DOWN, SUGAR.

-I have settled!

-Yes you’ve settled into my attic alright, deadbeat loser, now sit your ass down. Alright.. I have gathered all of you here tonight to discuss the deadly events of Cyneswith’s party.. And I’m not referring to the death of her youth.

-Daddy!! Mean!!!🌸

-SILENCE. Now, let’s recount that fateful day from the start..

-Grandpa, can I just say something?

-Oh my- what is it, Sugar?

-I think I should be exempt from this since I was otherwise occupied on the fateful day!

-Yes, we all remember you occupying Jessica Picasso's vagina! Have you no shame, you absolute degenerate?? First you break up your family over that Don clone and then you bring her to my house???

-I love her and I don’t care what any of you think!

-That’s good because we all think you’re a loser, now shut up! Alright Cyn, tell us what happened.

-Well, I had been having a really hard time with the constant cheating and making up with Donnie and iVan, huhu..💗

-Then iVan got that stupid doctor job and brought Neon Vest Downtownie over and I got caught cheating by Donnie again..🌸

-And then Neon Vest Downtownie tried to have his first kiss with me and I was like, um PLEASE, just because I’m in love with you and publicly banged you in a Downtown hot tub you think I’m gonna kiss you??💗

-Then I tried to make up with Donnie and I forgot to use Sugar first, I mean the voodoo doll not my nephew Sugar, and so Don rejected me but Neon Vest caught me cheating and I got slapped again!!🌸

-So finally it was like enough is enough and I rolled the want to get a job one day away from elderhood!💗

-And then I got fired that very same evening and then I had my party! Huhu! So I’m not at fault for the deadly event because I wasn’t even here!!!🌸

-You just said you were here, having your yard affairs!

-Daddy it’s not my fault my milkshake literally brings all the boys to the yard! Right, Donnie?💗

-Right, moonflower.

-See?? So why doesn’t whoever I’m pointing at tell us what they were doing?? I don’t even know who it is, oh right, it’s Shajar!🌸

-I got this, darling. Me and Shaj were busy all day.

-Yes, we were busy all day!

-Ya right, doing what?💗

-Making preparations for YOUR party, Cyn, you ungrateful brat!

-If a meteor hits us we won’t have to go to fucking Cyn’s party!

-Ugh, if only, my little turbocuck.

-So if it’s a crime that I wanted to throw an amazing party for my sister so we can finally put old enmities behind us, then lock me up!

-Is it just me or are we conducting this investigation into the deadly event in the stupidest way possible?

-Spoken like someone who has something to hide, huhu!🌸

-We have to get to the bottom of this, Sophito, Sandy Fairchild is dead again! What if the next person to die is someone who actually matters?

-Well Liz and I have ironclad alibies, we were at work-

-That’s right, and we definitely didn’t get sent home early for banging in the supply closet..

-Then I went to visit my dads..

-And I brought over Klaus to procreate with Kitana..

-And Xander to procreate with Servilia! So there you go, you’re welcome..

-And then I shockingly rolled the want to have a baby so I put on my sexy yet classy lingerie and Sophito knocked me up right on Jojo’s bed!

-I sure did!

-GROSS, is that why I keep finding teeth in my bed?!

-Ya, some of my teeth implants fell out due to impact.

-OH MY- You know what, let’s wrap this shitshow up. The night of the party..

-..I was fixing iVan who had broken down for the billionth time due to exhaustion from his ridiculous new medical job..

-That he had to get to fulfill his LTW since he was always near aspiration failure! Courtesy of catching me cheating and getting beat up by Donnie in his hot little hat, huhu!💗

-I can’t believe how much I hate my children. Let us continue..

-With iVan working, we have been left unbutlered. Sandy returned from work starving and stinking, and brought with her Glitched Butler #2, reminding us of why we can’t replace iVan with a NPC butler..

-At which point I spurred into action and told him to leave, no need to thank me, huhu!🌸

-No one is thanking you, Cyneswith.

-Daddy you’re so mean to me today!!!💗

-Maybe because you’ve turned my life’s biggest scientific achievement into your sex toy!

-It’s not my fault you made him so hot!!!🌸

-Oh Sandy, you lucky dead zombie, it should have been me! Let’s figure out who’s at fault already so I can go wait for the wolf! So Sandy returns from work. Cyneswith also returns having been hilariously fired on her first day..

-I throw Cyneswith’s birthday party so I can invite the wolf to it..

-The only reason you threw me a party was to fulfil your deranged werewolf want??💗

-Yes. I also order groceries since no one has bothered to THE ENTIRE DAY and our fridge is completely empty.

-The wolf arrives, I make some valuable progress with him..

-The other, non-wolf guests also start to gather but who cares, certainly not me..

-Cyneswith blows her candles surrounded by her loved ones and Neon Vest Downtownie..

-And grows up into a hideous hippie outfit I’m glad I wasn’t around to see.

-The fireworks Cyneswith insisted on go off..

-Their sound covering Sandy’s anguished cries as she starves to death due to our fridge being empty while Gunther is singing karaoke..

-And is then disgusted by her lack of hygiene. Can’t blame him.

-I go over to mourn Sandy as Cyneswith is scared by the ghost of Victor and pisses her pants..

-You could have left that part out!🌸

-I know.

-And finally, Sophie dances on Sandy’s grave.

-It was a somber song of mourning, of course.

-It was ‘I Will Survive’.

-Now as this recap has clearly showed, not only did none of you order groceries the entire day, but you didn’t even bother accepting the lifesaving order I made, leading to Sandy Fairchild’s completely preventable second death! So fess up! Who was it?? Who saw the delivery person and ignored them???

-Ugh, Jojo, no offense, but since you ordered the groceries, wouldn’t you be the logical choice to accept the the delivery?

-Oh right, of course, I’m sorry Don, I forgot that if I don’t do everything around YOU IDIOTS WILL LITERALLY STARVE TO DEATH.

-No, I’m just saying that you know-

-OOOOOOH MY GOD. I REMEMBER NOW. Ok grandpa, don’t be mad.

-Choose your next words at your own peril, Sugar.

-Ok so I was in crypt, getting my Jessica Picasso on and her jewelry off, if you know what I’m talking about..

-We don’t know what you’re talking about.

-Come on Liz, you know how I like to eat jewelry, what do you think happened to your pearl necklace?

-EWWWWW

-Ya ya whatever, so the delivery guy got confused like they do when a house has two doors, and he knocked on the crypt instead of the front door. So I automatically answer and accept the groceries and was totally gonna get them to the fridge but I was literally DRIPPING of Jessica Picasso-

-THAT’S IT I’M GONNA PUKE

-Oh you’re one to talk Liz, remember our pool table in uni? ANYWAY, so I accepted the groceries but since there’s no fridge in the crypt despite my REPEATED REQUESTS, I then automatically put them on the nearest table!

-THERE IS NO EMPTY TABLE IN THE CRYPT, MORON

-Oh yes there is, grandpa..

-The empty table slot where your urn should be! But you refuse to die, so in a way, this is all your fault!

-MY FAULT?!?!?! MY. FAULT?????? YOU ARE ALL DOOMED WITHOUT ME. We’re done here, I call final curtain on this meeting.

-But it really seems like this was all your fault, Daddy💗

-Ya Dad, when are you gonna call final curtain on your life?

-Also no offense but who even cares that Sandy died?🌸

-True, I don’t understand why we had to have this meeting.

-REALLY. You ‘don’t understand’ why we had to have a meeting about you people being unable to feed yourselves?!?

-I understand, Jojo.

-FINALLY. THANK YOU SOPHIE

-I knew I made the right call leaving my entire fortune to you, and before I die, I’d like to legally adopt you! You two, you’re disowned.

-Oh Jojo, you’re gonna make me cry!

-Shaj, what the fuck is happening?💗

-I’m married to the Union heir, that’s what’s happening! HUHU

#im backoix!#happy new year everyone!!!#gen 4 #ts2

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nerdyenby · 9 months

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Orange time :D I’m watching Jojo

TOASTER!!!!!! :DD

Jojo wanting to get Pearl her first win <33

Watching people study ace race is such an experience

Owen be well rested, well fed, and well moisturized and Jojo just being… fine… lol

Jojo’s comms are so iconic and for what

Wait I didn’t realize Owen was pg lmao

This team’s sot is going to be legendary

“I will do anything for everyone” my streamer’s a team player <33

Stupid bodies trying to keep us alive, smh

AIMSEY!!!!! :D

Nooooo Olliegamerz D:

This team top three EASILY come on guys

“Jojo, how would you describe me as a sandkeeper” best in the business baby!!!!

Pocket sand???? Omg genloss reference 👀 /hj

Nooooo purpled D:

It’s so fun seeing so many contestants just coincidentally fighting to the death in water fight

“Turns out all you had to do to make skybattle my favorite game is remove fall damage, remove armor, and remove swords” “-and give everyone guns” “and give everyone guns!!”

“Orange is my name, orange is my game. Get your daily dose of vitamin C”

WHERE ARE YOUR PRONOUNS AIMSEY /j /lh

“Say that I’m giving birth because I am pushing” AIMEEEEE 😭😭😭

“They ‘said what are you wearing’” “Do you want me to kill them?” Jojo that one meme fr

Jojo being ready and willing to kill transphobes is so ally of her

Did Jojo just get two aces back to back??????? And not even bat an eye???? Queen shit

Pearl accidental igl arc, everyone listening to everyone she says as gospel, as they should

This team is so <33333

Aimsey being so excited that they still have their crown is so <3

“I’ve just won, I’ve had one glass on wine, I’m with Pearl, I’m having a beautiful time today” Aimsey’s living xeir best life!!

It’s the smallest thing, but Owen using “they” for Aimsey when he’s not in the call can be something so personal

They’re so funny and for what

“MCC reminds me that time is always passing” SAME

Rocket Spleef

The vocal stimming is strong with this one

Freinds who lose together stay together ig 😂

Owen popping off!!!

False appreciation hour :))

Hole in the Wall

Their comms are so good!!!

These walls do feel trickier but it might just be the map, idk

Aimsey’s popping off!! 4th!!!!!!

This team is so well balanced, they’re wild

Skybattle

I love this team so much, they’re simultaneously chill and stressed but like in a fun way

That border is so fast what

JOJO OH MY GOSH!!!!! /pos

Aimsey is such a good hypeman :))

TWELVE KILLLLLLLSSSSSSS

Can’t believe she’s the only person ever <333

Jojo and Ran <333

Meltdown

Pearl taking charge my beloved :))

“Pearl, you’re my hero” so true Jojo!!!

Aimsey going absolutely wild!!!!

I figured it out!!!! This team is super good at listening to each other, they keep comms clear while having good banter. The respect they have for each other both as players and as people is so evident in how they talk to and treat each other and it’s just so <333

Omg that was so silly of them

“That was kinda funny” “It was kinda funny” so true!!!

Aimsey is so freaking funny and for what, their humor is so under appreciated

THATS MY TEAM!!!!! LOOK AT THEM GO!!!!!!!

“I feel very safe in Pearl’s guidance” Owen’s so real for that, honestly

Jojo’s screams when Aimsey fell were so /pos

Them shouting at Jojo to go in without them

“All my friends are dead 😢” lol

OWEN AND PEARL!!!!!!

Them hyping each other up and being so happy for each other up means everything

“I’m gonna go kiss my girlfriend, be right back” “okay, alright, go brag about it” they’re everything, actually

Jojo thanking Pearl for being igl and telling her how good a job she did <333

This team is just so soft and encouraging and trusting, I love them so much you guys

Aimsey truly is the swiftie of all time

Battle Box

Strategy time :))

Jojo getting hard targeted rip

Good round against purple there!!!

This map is very rough, even when watching teams that are doing well it still feels bad a lot of the time

Double trouble is over now, it can’t hurt you anymore

“I’m so close to writing a twitlonger about that map” Aimsey my beloved lmao

“If we skip sands of time I’m babyraging, I’m saying this now” “Babyraging? I’m full on raging, I don’t even care” my streamers are so based

Ace Race

I love Aimsey so much you guys

Jojo and Owen top 3 and 4?!?!!!!!

First and second?!!??!!! Orange 33 supremacy!!!!!!!

Pearl’s little giggle at Owen’s pun killed me actually /pos

Pete appreciation hour <333

“ASSHOL- I mean… butthole” nice save

That exact tie is wild tho

“Bottom ten” “or: top thirty” Owen my beloved

Aimsey popping off!!! Don’t be hard on yourself king, you’re killing it <33

“The M in MCC stands for misogynist” Aimsey is the funniest person on the planet actually

Grid Runners

Best game time :))

Owen being so excited to learn new minecraft mechanics is so /pos

They’re so smooth with it!!!!

This run is a piece of art holy crap

That redstone room kinda got them but they figured it out really well considering I don’t think any of them are super familiar with redstone

Oh my gosh their running commentary of the score breakdown was so freaking funny

Punctuation matters lmao

“Hold on, I’m just gonna- dear Taylor Swift, please may we play sands of time today, amen” AIMSEY

Sands of Time

Owen, hon, it’s eleven and it does not matter /lh

Aimsey is such a good sandkeeper you guys

Incredible comms, amazing vibes, I love them so much

“No worries… a little bit worried, but it’s ok” I love Owen

NOOOOOOOOO SO CLOSEEEEEE

They did so good tho ;-;

Pearl 21st individual!!! That’s my girl!!!!

Owen and Pearl synchronized reassurance <333

Dodgebolt

“All the glory, none of the pressure” so true Owen

“We consistently defied expectations” MCC Reddit is sexist as hell, I predicted y’all third because I’m always right and have never been wrong ever /hj

“I don’t know who I need to bribe to get Aimsey as a sandkeeper again but I would- I would sell my house” OWEN BASED

Aimsey getting the appreciation they deserve 💗💕💗💗💕💕💗💕💗💗💕💗💗

I entirely thought Aimsey said captain crunch lmao

Ok I don’t like Sapnap for several reasons (rancid vibes, toxic as hell, bffs with a racist and a groomer) and I’m not a fan of Punz either but Ponk being the first Black player to win MCC is huge and also disgusting that it’s taken 33 events, so happy for them and Gumi too <3

This team was amazing, I love them so much

Pearl I love you so much, please be kind to yourself, you’re incredible and don’t be hard on yourself <333

Oli and Jojo are everything, actually

“I want proof of one person who put you guys low” “Callum put us in 8th!!” “Callum is stupid, bro!!!!” Cpk slander is never not funny to me, I love that guy but he’s a fool /pos

#mc championship #mcc 33 #jojosolos #aimseytv #owengejuicetv #pearlescentmoon #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw caps #cw swearing

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