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Joel Miller Masterlist - NSFW

and: Javi P., Ezra, Javi G.

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JOEL MILLER

JOEL MASTERLISTS

AUs, Collections, and Series

POST-OUTBREAK JOEL MASTERLISTS

Raider DD. After making his men spare you, Joel decides to take you for himself. Emotional slow burn, smut all along. Extensive masterlist.

Left in Lincoln (dbf x virgin) 👴🍒 DD Your parents trust Joel to look in on you while they're gone. You yearn to have him carnally.

Aches, thoughts, and needs (4 parts) 👴🍒 you join Joel on his journey to Jackson, and soon there's only one sleeping bag.

Speakeasy (Collection, no plot) - Exhibitionist one shots and drabbles set in a Speakeasy.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE JOEL MASTERLISTS

Night walks 👴 D, DC (drugs). Your hot, sleazy pothead neighbor is a little obsessed.

Slasher Joel DD, DC - You're DTF the sleazy tow truck driver but end up fucking for your life.

Stepdad 🧔‍♂️D You catch him perving on your insta and start toying with him. You seduce him.

Thighs out (bf's dad) - Your bf strays and his hot, slutty dad makes you feel better, much better.

Vampire Joel D, DC - he's been waiting for you for centuries and can't let you go once he finds you.

Jalbird - horny miniseries, Joel "Jojo" miller is your cellmate's nephew. Lots of dirty talk

Free Use - D, DC, 💤 PWP drabbles where you and Joel have a free use agreement.

Silence can never be bought (dbf)👴 You catch him in a compromising position.

JOEL & TOMMY MASTERLIST - "brotherly sharing": various Joel & tommy pairs share (different reader for each pair). Includes Miller Bros. (Daddy Joel & Uncle tommy), Leopard Print, Twin Peaks (Biker AU), and Tommy's Hard Day.

JOEL ONE SHOTS & TWO SHOTS

POST-OUTBREAK JOEL FICS

For Survival - outbreak day (1.4k) - Joel saves your life, but you can't clear your heads until the sexual tension is broken. For Survival 2 - sleeping bag (1.4k) - you have to be quiet.

Lazaretto (NC sex pollen)👴 you're quarantined & treated in a tent, and the fog treatment has a strange effect on Joel PART 2, DC

⭐What you're missing D, NC 💤 you share a sleeping bag with Joel on a hunting trip.

Patrol - pt. 1; virgin patrol 👴🍒 DD, DC creep patrol partner, huddling for warmth

Caught DDD very mean dark Joel catches you, then punishes you more At the table with his crew there. Tommy tucks you in.

Dark mode DDD You activate Joel's dark mode for your own enjoyment. Then Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode)

The old fashioned way (1k) Joel is a breeder for vaccine research, and he makes it feel good.

Ready 🍒 - Tommy provides emotional and physical support as you lose your virginity to Joel.

Movie night in Jackson, you get frisky under a blanket, surrounded by people.

Virgin sex worker (v loss) D 🍒 - Joel finds out he's your first, and does his best to be gentle.

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out D - established couple, drabble of their typical sexual encounter

caught masturbating (300) D

Parts - You have a crush on Joel and push him until he gets annoyed. Game Joel.

AU JOEL FICS

⭐ Just the tip 🍒 DC (power imbalance) You're a maid and your client coaxes you into full piv. surveillance (imagine). Just the tip really (pt. 2) 2

Pawn shop (GILF Joel) D - you're in a bind, and Joel has cash.

Canopy - close call with dbf in your old bedroom. pt 2 🧔‍♂️ do you get caught?

That's the spot - you want it harder. Can you get masseur!Joel to cross a line?

Window - peeping Tom jacking off, pt.2 date next door - the tables kinda turn D

Night Talks 🧔‍♂️🍒 D, DC your best friend's dad coaxes you into getting high, and more.

Locket DD, DC - dark!reader has her way with her friend's dad.

Sleeping Beauty 👴💤, CNC break-in.

Packing: butcher!Joel DD, DC (NC?)

Fucking dbf Joel at your dad's house - your dad leaves you two alone, and you make your move.

Breeding couple ; Red Dress - pregnancy. Joel is happy to breed you, and cant keep his hands off your pregnant body.

Personal trainer , and part 2 D, DC - Joel offers to train you in his private gym. He's inappropriate and it makes you horny.

Mean Daddy Joel 🧔‍♂️, a day in the filth

Dark nurse!Joel - sex pollen imagines

Trucker Joel (HCs)

Big fat tally mark (fic event entry) - Joel wears an unneeded cock enhancer

No hard feelings (fic event entry) - 80s AU where you break down on the side of the road

JAVIER PEÑA

NARCOS.

Hunt and peck (2.7k)

⭐ THE RAID (DD) - ongoing series, Javi & Steve find you on a dru.g raid and take you with them.

JAVI GUTIERREZ

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

⭐ Watch you watch him fuck his wife. Nick Cage reluctantly watches your husband Javi fuck you.

The Narrative (D) - you're a PR agent and he's a PR nightmare.

EZRA

PROSPECT.

⭐ The Green - Earthly AU - Ezra performs spoken word at a rave in the catacombs. Ft. a special guest p-boy.

Sleep time (DC): pt. one (250), two 💤(850) D You bait Ezra pt.3 Ezra strikes back.

MAIN MASTERLIST

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READER CREATIONS

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Fun Visuals

Joelkémon cards by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

JOELS AS CATS by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel's as cats pt. 2 not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joelkémon astrology by @wannab-urs

Mood board of joels by @milla-frenchy

joels as texts by @iamasaddie

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Which Joel are you most compatible with?

Which Joel are you?

Which Joel to spend the holidays with?

Compatability: Valentine's Edition

MY ANTICS

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[dioslesbianwife]

I love your headcannons!

Is it possible to do one on the JoeFoes’ drinking habits or alcohol preferences?

Yes of course! thank you for asking, i’m glad you enjoy my headcannons 🩷

just a quick disclaimer tho- this is coming from a person who doesn’t drink and hasn't actually tasted most of these things lol so please excuse any possible inaccuracies. :p

Drinking and alcohol preference headcannons for jojo villains 🍸

Dio

Drink of Choice: Expensive red wine, preferably aged for decades. Anything cheap or common is beneath him.

Drinking Habits: Dio sips his wine slowly, savoring it like the connoisseur he claims to be. He drinks to show off his sophistication, sometimes lecturing others about wine pairings.

Behavior When Drunk: Dio very rarely drinks enough to get drunk, but if he does, he becomes even more arrogant, loudly proclaiming his superiority and challenging everyone in the room.

Kars

Drink of Choice: Exotic cocktails with rare ingredients. He enjoys unique, complex flavors that provide an interesting experience for him..

Drinking Habits: Kars drinks slowly and methodically, analyzing every ingredient. He views alcohol as one way to explore human creativity.

Behavior When Drunk: I have no idea if he can even get drunk due to his physiology, but if he somehow does, he’d likely become contemplative and critical of everyone around him.

Wamuu

Drink of Choice: Mead or a strong ale, something hearty that feels like a warrior’s drink.

Drinking Habits: Wamuu drinks socially and responsibly, enjoying the camaraderie of sharing a drink. He approaches alcohol with the same respect he gives to battle.

Behavior When Drunk: Again not sure if it’s possible, but if it is then Wamuu becomes even more jovial, perhaps challenging people to drinking contests or arm wrestling matches.

Esidisi

Drink of Choice: Savory cocktails, like a Bloody Mary with extra hot sauce or something infused with peppers.

Drinking Habits: Esidisi drinks passionately and quickly, ordering multiple drinks in a row. He enjoys the fiery burn of alcohol.

Behavior When Drunk: If that’s possible, Esidisi becomes dramatically emotional, crying and yelling in rapid succession. He’s exhausting to deal with.

Enrico Pucci

Drink of Choice: White or red wine, preferably sacramental wine, though he might indulge in a high quality port on rare occasions.

Drinking Habits: Pucci drinks sparingly and with reverence, treating alcohol as something symbolic rather than indulgent.

Behavior When Drunk: I don’t think he is allowed to drink to the point of intoxication, but if he were to get drunk, he becomes uncharacteristically talkative, sharing philosophical musings noone asked for.

Diavolo

Drink of Choice: Espresso martinis. He loves coffee and having it paired with alcohol is perfect.

Drinking Habits: Diavolo drinks alone, never letting his guard down in public.

Behavior When Drunk: He becomes even more paranoid and erratic, convinced everyone is plotting against him. Doppio, on the other hand, becomes more relaxed and flushed.

Kira

Drink of Choice: A glass of dry white wine or a gin and tonic. Nothing flashy, just clean and precise.

Drinking Habits: Kira drinks quietly and moderately, never drawing attention to himself. He often uses drinking as a way to blend in.

Behavior When Drunk: If Kira ever drinks enough to get drunk, he becomes unnervingly talkative, unintentionally letting slip small details about his true nature.

Funny Valentine

Drink of Choice: Bourbon or rye whiskey, something distinctly American and traditional.

Drinking Habits: Valentine drinks slowly and deliberately, enjoying the symbolism of his beverage as much as the taste.

Behavior When Drunk: Valentine becomes even more preachy than usual, giving long winded speeches about the greatness of America while occasionally tearing up with emotion.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

The reason why a lot of gl fans hate having a bl pairing within a show has been because of the disparities that exist within society/fandom. The GL industry has been new - a lot of fans were worried that by having a BL pairing within a show, the company will think the only reason the show is popular is because of the BL fans. It also doesn’t help that companies like GMMTV are misogynistic and do not treat their actresses / GL pairings the same as they do for their actors/BL pairings. GL fans also have to work harder to make sure things are watched/discussed/trended to prove that GL is popular and can stand on its own. It’s something we’re still constantly doing, Lastly, a lot of fans do not want the men to be more popular than the gl pairing as that is something that already happens frequently within fandoms. Fandoms can be very misogynistic and lesbiphobic. And it goes back to implicit biases that exist.

Anon, I can see you are passionate about this subject.

While I can’t claim I know much about how GL (or BL) media in general work, I agree that GL era is in infancy, even more so than BL (which is also relatively new when compared to other media).

As for your claim that GMMTV is misogynistic - I will partially disagree with you in this. I think GMMTV has too many artists under their management and not enough managers (or staffs) to actually managed all of them with equal justice. And yes, there is some favouritism going on, which I don’t think is fully intentional - after all, the company is a business and they will obviously “sell” (for lack of better term) the artists that have the biggest market. But I will agree they are under utilising a lot of their talented artists (to me, not just the girls like Ciize, Piploy, View etc to name a few but also boys like AJ, JJ, Louis etc.)

However, I do think GMMTV is slowly improving their GL contents - MilkLove and NamtamFilm are incredibly popular (I think on par with GemFourth and PondPhuwin?). I also see the girls in high end photoshoots (well deserved!) - and yes, to that, a big shout out to the loyal fans who trend their shows every week without fail. And outside GMMTV, I can only watch in awe the consistent trend/coverage of FreenBecky, LingOhrm and EnfgaCharlotte (plus many others) seems to have!

I guess, I’m an eternal optimistic. There is already enough discourse and terrible thing happening in real life. And dramas are supposed to bring joy to watchers. These artists are friends in real life and it would have be fun to see different BL/GL CPs team up in a show without fan wars breaking out (which yes, I see it happening even within just BL watchers)

Ah well, I will continue to hope we will one day be able to see BL and GL (or any queer representative) come together in one show. After all, P’ Jojo managed to make The Wrap Effect (and that had great rep of BL, GL, dominatrix plus hetero couple - although of course none of them were fixed CPs)

After all, as a group, queer media is already marginalised compared to mainstream and having to fracture it even further seems counterproductive.

[anikasenkujo]

Cinnamon Rolls

pairing: jotaro kujo x anika sen (jojo oc) (jotanika) | wc: 3250

summary: anika finds a way to spoil her husband on his birthday, by making his favorite dessert, cinnamon rolls.

warnings: fluff + bit of angst + smut, oral fixation, predominantly lovemaking, usage of star platinum's time stop and dangerous woman's positions ability for a moment (it's not inappopriate kdfnd will write a foursome with them sometime kfnfn), blowjob, deepthroating, kissing of scars, cunnilingus, fingering, lactation, unprotected (she's on the pill), creampie, aftercare, usage of pet names ( "darling," "sweetie," "wife," "shona" {which means beloved or sweetheart in Bangla} )

a/n: Yes, I am FINALLY writing a one-shot on these precious babies of mine, that involves no requests. :P Also, this fic, with the mood board, is MY submission for my Valentine's Day Collab, Let’s Celebrate Love! Also, my headcanon is that Jotaro’s birthday is on the 9th of Feb, but I couldn’t post anything out of suffering from anxiety issues. Regardless, happy birthday, love. You deserve the best in the whole world. Thank you, for comforting me with this Well, I hope this makes up for it 💕 Also, a couple of my good friends and I discussed that Jotaro likes cinnamon rolls, hence this story. Nevertheless, please do enjoy this because there is more to come <3 Also, minors please DNI with this post and any smut content I post here, and also, block any post with the tag: #we sinfully yearn

song: lucky ones by lana del rey

As the clock struck midnight in the Kujo household, things were starting to settle in with Jovita finally sleeping normally, being kinder to her parents’ sleep schedules, and the relationship between Jotaro and Anika, which had multiple cracks all over, was showing signs of healing. It was Valentine’s week, which also included Jotaro’s birthday, so the house had a couple of decorations, especially after encountering an old lady at the shop who was being unnecessarily picky with both of them. According to Anika, she deserved much more than the slashing of tires. As Jotaro was making the bed, wondering where his wife could be, he heard a soft whisper, “psst, shona,” as the bedroom door opened, with her peeping through the door like a squirrel. “Can you come downstairs, please?” and then hurriedly climbed down the stairs to the kitchen. 

Furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed and followed suit as he saw Anika getting what looked like a plate of cinnamon rolls with one lit candle as she brings it before him with Dangerous Woman standing by her side. He looked at the cake and at her with a soft smile on his face. “You, you remembered?” He asked, hesitatingly. She chuckled softly, responding, “Even if I were to forget everything all over again, I wouldn’t be able to forget this date.” This meant a lot to him considering she had forgotten everything about him for years on end, until they reunited in 1999. She walked towards him, singing the birthday song softly so as to not wake Jovita up. She then stood by his side as he blew the candle, cut a piece, and realized that it looked just like the way his mother used to make it. Delighted, they fed each other. As he was eating the cinnamon roll, he realized  that she took time and care in baking it, which he noticed from the texture. It’s moist, decadent, and, like her, precious. 

With a comfortable silence lingering between them, Anika ran her finger across the frosting of the cinnamon roll, and brought it closer to Jotaro’s lips. Understanding what she wanted to do, he licked the frosting off her finger, sucking on it slowly, and not breaking eye-contact. She could feel her heart thumping, and her breathing labored as she took her finger off his mouth. He asked her calmly, “Ani-chan, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Because, I’m worried about hurting you, and I don’t want to—” Without replying, she approached him, her lips landing on his, while they cupped each other’s cheeks and raked their nails through each other’s locks. 

It had been five months since Jovita was born, and even then, Anika was struggling with a ton of things. Core muscle weakness, stretch marks, sore breasts—everything. She knew her husband doesn’t care for her changing appearance because he was sure that she would be fine, but little did she know that it pained him to see her feel ugly about the way she looks. This was a much-needed break from their dry spell as they kissed each other, drowning in their passion for one another. To both of them, their lips felt incredibly touch-starved yet divine. They both felt, at that moment, like they were truly at home.

He put his thumb in Anika’s mouth for her to suck on slowly. As he  watched her do so, his cerulean eyes never left her ebony ones. “Anika-chan,” he spoke softly, “are you really sure you want to do this?” She nodded, letting go of his thumb, and responded, “Shona, until we get to a point where we can spend time by ourselves, this is my birthday gift to you. I want to hold you, hug you, and make love to you…” The last few words piqued his interest so much, as it’s something he wanted to do from quite a while—not fuck her rough, but enjoy her as she is. As he never let go of her gaze, she laces her arms behind his neck and kissed him open-mouthed, pushing her tongue against his.

He cupped her butt, lifting her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, with the kiss quickly becoming hot and frenetic as they slowly climbed upstairs to their bedroom. His hands ran down her back, and he unzipped her red polka-dotted maternity dress that she still wore after giving birth, causing it to drop to the bedroom floor. The moment he sat her down on the bed, he was in awe at her being completely naked and vulnerable in front of him, so he took off all his clothes, including his favorite boxers, in front of her, which caused her to become extremely flustered.

As she turned elsewhere, he lifted her head by her chin in his direction. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, “don’t think of anything else. Let me love you even more as you offer your all to me all over again on this day. Let me show you how I’m in love with each and every part of you.” She giggled, and responded, “I hope you know that it’s your birthday today, Jotaro. Not mine—” Half a second later, she feels herself lying on the bed. It’s amusing how he could stop time seemingly out of nowhere, even if only for a fraction of a second. “What did you—” He smiled as he climbed on top of her and responded, “Not your birthday, yet. I know. Ten months to go, now be still and let me explore you.” 

The moment she nodded is when he brought his face closer to her, with his lips landing on hers again, splayed one of his hands on her waist, and the other caressed her hair as they kept kissing. His lips traveled down her neck, past her chin. While Anika’s breathing hitched, he rasped, “Do you want me to stop, my wife?” She gasped, as she couldn’t believe what he just called her. She felt her stomach doing a backflip after hearing him call her “his wife.” Sure, they’d been married for over two years, but never had that felt more real than this very moment. “No, darling, please don’t stop,” she whimpered as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. 

He kissed her on the sensitive spot between the neck and shoulder while she was bare and vulnerable before him, and as their skin touched, she clasped his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist while they kept kissing. Soon, they switched positions using Dangerous Woman, and she climbed onto his lap. She whispered in-between kisses, “I’d like to make you feel good, sweetie, may I?” She kissed him on the eyelids without waiting for an answer. “Did I ever tell you that when we first met, your eyes totally caught my attention? They’re the most beautiful ones I’ve seen.” 

She then started leaving a trail of kisses all over his chin, neck, and shoulder blades, stopping and kissing him all over the places where he has scars from battles with DIO. “I love your scars,” she said, “I love that you fought like a warrior when you didn’t have to. I love that they’re just for me to see and love on.” He was soaking up the attention and silently savoring it, expressing himself only through soft grunts. She moved on to his abs and chubby waist, kissing everywhere. “I don’t care what people think of the way you look, but like I told you, you’re the most handsome man for me.” She then slowly peeled the boxers off of him with his dick slapping against his abdomen, giving her room to spread his legs a bit more, kissed the V-line, and then gave one big lick from his balls to the tip, causing him to clench his fists hard in pleasure.

“Jojo, darling, did I ever tell you how much I love this cock so much?” She began savoring his shaft by wrapping her lips around its head, licking the tip, and tasting his pre-cum. She kept sucking hard, maintaining eye contact with him. He watched her, entranced, with his mouth slightly agape. She half-opened her lips and began to let him thrust into her mouth slowly. His girth and length filled her mouth; saliva slid down her chin, and tears lined her cheeks as she felt the tip of his cock push deep into her throat. He took a deep breath before pulling himself out of her wet mouth and slowly pushing himself back in. She bobbed her head back and forth as she grew accustomed to his length and became aware of how he preferred it. He grunts as she squeezed his balls in her hand and started to pump his long cock with the other, sucking on the tip greedily. “Ani—,” he grunted, “fuck, I don’t want to cum like this,” he rasped, pulling back and leaving her gasping for air. 

He gazed at her expression and leaned over, roughly pressing his lips to hers. “You didn’t have to do that,” but then a soft smile appears on his face, “but this means I get to kiss you all over in return, so switch.” She turned and laid down with her head on the pillow, and she watched him climb on top of her. However, instead of kissing her lips first, he first kissed the scar on her forehead, the one that she earned when DIO hit her with one of her boomerangs in Cairo. She winced as he does so, making him place his hand on her cheek. 

“I love this scar because it reminds me to never take you for granted—because of that day,” he said softly, his face pained. “I lost you once; never again.” As she was about to say something, he kissed her nose, where she got the scar when she was bullied in school. “I love this cute scar because it reminds me of how much you’ve grown, and I know you’re still working on it.” He continued to kiss all over her chin, neck, and shoulders, moving to her breasts, holding them, and kissing all over, gently so as to be careful. “You feed our child with these. They’re beautiful,” he whispers in her ear as he fondled one of her breasts and flicked her nipples playfully, even going far as to suckle and breastfeed on them. He then went to the waist to find stretch marks and another scar by DIO and kissed her all over. “If you say that I’m the most handsome, then you’re the most beautiful one, and you know how I’m bad at complimenting.” She chuckled again, responding, “Babe, you don’t have to—” 

He stopped her from talking to see that she went commando, so her pussy was ready to be displayed in all its glory. “Anika, please allow me to take my time with you,” he purred reassuringly, running his hand down her inner thigh and cupping her pussy. Anika breathed tremulously as Jotaro fiddled with her sensitive clit with two of his fingers, causing her to whimper in pleasure. As he continued to pleasure her, she brought her face closer to him and kissed him passionately, moaning his name in between the kisses. She was so grateful that she had shaved herself down there. 

She let out a string of quivering sighs as he slowly went down on her. As she started to murmur, “Jojo,” he licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking onto her folds, with his tongue thrusting into her core. She inhaled sharply as she held the end of the pillow with one hand, tugging her lips between her teeth to control the moans. As he used his fingers to reach the G-spot, curling them inside, she immediately moaned and grunted, with him covering her mouth with his free hand, reminding her that Jovita is still asleep. She nodded, while her other hand raked through his jet-black locks and presses his head closer between her legs. 

She moaned in between moments of euphoria as he spread her folds and relished her like something that he’d been craving. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he grabs hold of her plush thighs to steady her as he keeps thrusting his tongue into her, causing the coil to keep building in her as her back arched and her toes curled. “Pl-Please don’t stop, sweetie, let me cum,” she purred while pressing his face between her thighs harder.

He smirked and licked one final stripe from bottom to top, his compliments on how perfect she is sending her into a frenzy. As he towered over her again, she brought him closer to her and kissed him while he steadied himself and stroked his hardened length before her. With her core muscles now gaining strength thanks to the pelvic floor exercises she did, Anika was nervous as to how he would fit it in her, her gaze now falling on the tip that glistens with his essence. Jotaro smiles and notices her lips quivering, and exhales deeply out of sheer nervousness, furrowing his eyebrows. He approaches her, pressing his tummy against hers and intertwining his fingers with her own. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not able to. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jotaro leans towards her closely and asks out of concern. 

Anika knows that it’s been a while since they’ve had sex, and they are now working on their relationship with the last half year riddled with major communication issues. She’s certain that she needed this for their sake, for their relationship to grow. Thankfully, she felt okay, but she’s not sure how she’ll feel later. Nevertheless, while caressing his cheek with her knuckles, she experienced butterflies fluttering in her stomach all over again. She smiled at him, replying softly, “I’ve never been more sure, darling.”

Jotaro smiled wickedly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I'm going to enter you slowly, okay?” while leaving open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder and sucking on it. He aligned his hardened member with her entrance, looking for a sign from her while she nodded. He teased her entrance slowly, sliding up and down, watching her bite her lower lip as it began to throb down there.  He pushed in slowly, with the tip stretching her out, causing her to moan his name and writhe in pain as it stings her a bit. 

“I’m here; breathe deeply for me,” he urged, as he moved his fingers along her clit to help her relax. She pleaded and mewled, “Darling, ‘s too big, pl’ don’t tease me. ‘Wan it all,” wrapping her legs around him and arching back, the pain turning into pleasure as he went deeper before eventually bottoming out, with her throwing her head back moaning loudly in response. He covered her mouth again, this time looking in the direction of Jovita’s room, hoping she hasn’t woken up. They maintained eye contact as his hands pushed into her hip, thrusting in and out of her slowly. He didn’t want to increase the pace right now because all that mattered is that he wanted to enjoy his partner. 

He gazed into her ebony eyes again and is immediately brought back to when he met her in Calcutta for the first time, when he fell in love with her in Karachi, when he kissed her in Cairo and saw her “die” before him, when they reunited and first made love in Morioh, when they got married in Calcutta amidst family drama, and finally, when Jovita was born. A stray tear streamed down his cheek as he kept thrusting in and out, slowly. Anika wipes it off him, and placed her hand on his cheek, softly calling out “shona” to break him out of his reverie. “Anika,” he responded as he shook his head, “I don’t tell you this often, but...” His cheeks reddened when he whispered, “I love you.” Bringing his forehead closer to hers, she responded with a smile, “Oh, my husband, I love you too. Please don’t hide what you’re thinking. Tell me.” He stopped, and responded with a heavy sigh, “I had our entire relationship flash before our eyes. I have a request, Anika.  Please don’t ever risk your life like that again. It…it scares me, and I can’t do without—” Anika covered his mouth with her hand, responding with her eyes welling up, “Oh god, no. I don’t ever want to worry you or Jovita again. I won’t be able to do without you either…”

With him smiling, he gestured to continue. As she nodded, he increased the pace as his hands traveled to hers, intertwining fingers and pressing his forehead against hers. “Is this okay, wife?” Jotaro asked nervously, causing Anika to tilt her head a bit so that she could kiss him, and she responded by moaning and gasping softly, “Yes, baby, ‘eels amazing. ‘love you. ‘ease, don’t stop,” while scratching her nails on his back. He groaned and paced all the more, sucking on the nipples, before eventually hitting the cervix. He never realized how those three words sent him into a frenzy. She  curled her toes, while he kissed her, muffling her moans as he keeps going. All kinds of sensual sounds reverberated in the air, and the smell of sex permeated around them. Too intoxicated in each other’s presence, he explored the upper part of her with his lips, kissing all over her neck, sucking in on some places, lightly marking her, and kissing every inch of her body.. 

He continued to sink into her as sloppy kisses were exchanged, eventually leading both of them to reach their high. Anika breathily cried his name out as he slowed down his thrusts lazily. “I’m on the pill, so it’s okay. Please give it all to me,” she pleaded while he circled her overstimulated bud with his thumb. With a final thrust, their gasps reached a crescendo as they found their releases together, her inner walls hugging him tightly and creaming him, allowing him to fill her up.

As he pulled out slowly and gently, he noticed her whimpering in pain, her inner walls clenching in nothingness. Worried, he rushed to the bathroom, started filling the tub with water, and rushed back to the bedroom to carry Anika, much to her chagrin. “Jotaro, you shouldn’t have done that—” he shushed her, and took her to the tub, gently placing her in the water. He locked the bathroom, joined her, lathered shower gel on the loofah and bathed her. Anika then snatched the loofah from him, and says, “Shona, please, let me do this for you.” She started bathing him, much to his dismay, but he didn’t want to fight. Jotaro sighed, and allowed her to bathe him. “Let me take care of you, please,” she whispered, “Valentine’s Day is near, and you’ve been doing this for a while, on top of working to provide for us.” He smiles at her softly, “Okay. But, I get to do this on Valentine’s Day,” causing her to chuckle. “Yes, yes, I will allow you to spoil me then. But for now, it’s my turn.”

He smiled, and responded, “Thank you, once again, for making me feel special, Ani-chan,” to which she smiled, “Dr. Kujo, it’s an honor to make you feel loved, birthday boy.”

© Shyna 2023

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[ladystardusst]

I feel like I’m not allowed to talk to anyone on Tumblr? Because I’m weird? I want some nasty fanfic recs and my weird anxiety ass is like no bitch. You’re not allowed to ask for fic recs. Who do you think u are??

Anyway I’m telling my mean inner voice to fuck off I need fic recs. Anyone? Hello?

[satingrove]

tracing the route

pairing: javier peña x gn reader (no y/n)

word count: 3.3k

summary: he visits your desk in the evenings and misses you when you leave. he wants more time.

warnings/content: mentions of smoking, language, mild physical descriptions of anxiety, p i n i n g, kissing

a/n: thank you to my darling cris for your help and for letting me chat you up about this, as well as a thank you to jojo for the lovely gif :)

gif credit: @nobie!

“Hey,” Javier’s wide palms press themselves into the edge of your desk, his weight leaning forward into your space of disorganized papers. With the movement, a brief wafting of his scent fills your nose — he’s fresh, not dirtied or sweaty from the chase — it’s been a slow day, coffee mugs with drips long dried on their outer edges, exasperated sighs at the pace of which things are finished, getting nowhere. The open collar of his shirt hangs loose beside you, the tan skin of his torso hiding underneath the rest of the lavender fabric, “You look tired.”

You exhale through your nose, your foot catching on the leg of your desk as you swivel to face him properly, raising your brow.

He clears his throat, “You know what I mean.”

“Mhm,” you sigh, resting your cheek in your palm, “hi, Javi.”

It’s late. It doesn’t necessitate a glance at the clock; he always comes once the majority of the others have gone home. He has that soft glint in his eye, like he means to tell you something important — something that never makes it past the barrier of his lips when they’re pressed together in a lopsided grin.

Like he’s grinning now.

“How are those papers coming along?” He nods toward them with his head, leaning even closer to your shoulder, his voice quieter when he continues speaking, “you're allowed to leave at a decent time.”

You hum your acknowledgement, catching your thumb on the edge of a stack and letting the papers slip past it. It’s a failed attempt to ignore the rush of butterflies from the gentle, rich timbre of his voice.

“I don’t want to fall behind,” you tell him, brave enough to catch his eyes that look softer than usual, perhaps brighter, flitting their focus between your left and right.

“Is that worth your sanity?” Javier gives a subdued chuckle, eyebrows pulling up in the middle. You can tell it’s just a poke at you, but there’s a tone of concern laced in there somewhere. “You've been staring at that sheet for a while.”

He turns his body until he’s half-seated on your desk, his long legs extended past the wheels of your chair.

You want to swat his arm. You’d do it lightly, playfully, show him you’re not shy of being in his space... you don’t. Any step forward with Javier is more like a mile forward; it’s elevated with him. Everything is more meaningful. If he lets you in, you’ll fall right to the bottom.

Instead, you let your shoulders slump, staring at the mess you hate so much. All that time spent filing and reporting, signing lines — there’s nothing to show for it. There’s so much left.

And Javier is more insistent tonight. If it were any other day, he’d be sauntering away by now, glancing behind himself for one last look at you. This is a look you’ve yet to notice; he smiles when he turns his head back — taking a step just out of line into someone’s shoulder, or gathering the strength to pull his gaze off of you in time to avoid it.

Today is different; he stays a moment longer. Is it because he can’t help himself? It’s a question he pushes to the back of his mind for later. Now, you’re in need of a push.

“Stop,” he whispers, grabbing the pen from your grip and tossing it from your reach.

“Javi, I was gonna finish—”

He’s right. You’re allowed to leave at a decent time.

His throat tightens, thinking of the exhaustion you’re under, hating that you drive yourself into these situations of reddened eyes and the incessant bouncing of your knee.

And he’s right about before, too. The sheet of paper at the top of this pile is one you could have finished filling out at least fifteen minutes ago, but the fog in your brain cuts off the ability to form any thought other than I don’t feel like doing this.

But Javier, you think, Javier could learn from this too. He’s allowed to feel something other than that deep aching he excels at hiding everywhere but in his eyes.

You know he’s been smoking more lately. His packs empty at a pace just quick enough to earn your worrying. And it’s no secret his sleep is an afterthought too; he’s here with you every night you’re not sleeping either.

“You okay?”

Fuck that question.

Fuck that question and the way it threatens to rip your stability apart.

“Yeah.”

“Look at me,” he taps two fingers on the wood, “and try again.”

“Yes.” The furrow in your brow speaks more for you than your own voice. His expression changes, from the whisper of a smile to that of stony sympathy, the truth of your lassitude hardening his presence. 

Christ, he feels it too, but he’s not as nice to himself — he’s never as nice to himself as he is to you. It’s fucking hypocritical what he does, and he carries that awareness deep in his belly when he tells you things like this, like how you should give yourself a break, because he knows he needs it just as much.

Reaching to pat a comforting hand on your shoulder, he stops himself just short of you. Too much? His words are enough, he tells himself.

“Go home,” he speaks soft and slow, whispering your name in a deeper tone, “it would do you some good.”

And as perfectly as life and timing go, your protest — a dig back at him, a “what about you?”— is swallowed by a louder shout, requesting Javier.

He looks down at you, mouth twitching at the corner, and pushes off your desk, “Think about it.”

———

He... didn’t expect you to take his advice.

His eyes fall down to his feet. Shit.

It’s been, what, thirty minutes? And you’ve finally decided to listen to him after weeks of this gentle urging to take care of yourself?

His fingers twitch at his sides. Silent, lazy snapping. Your papers are tucked away in the drawers of your desk, that pen he flicked out of your reach back in its cup holder, the chair neatly pushed in. 

Javier should be able to go on with his night, to keep working to ease his mind, but it unsettles him too much to see your desk vacant without saying goodnight first. He’s grown accustomed to this — this stream of feelings you started within him, caring about you — it’s not that he doesn’t like it. It’s that he worries even more now, and it’s not something he could mention to you in all your conversations.

You’re doing fine how you are. You’re managing, you’re getting things done. When he sits at your desk, it’s as much time as he can bear to allow himself without feeling too guilty.

But he questions your safety.

As you key the door to your apartment, hoping you’ll last long enough to brush your teeth before passing out, Javier shrugs on his jacket, the lining cool over his skin. He walks briskly to the exit, giving an unceremonious wave behind him as he slips out the door, heading for his truck.

If you can listen, he can listen.

———

You feel sorry, disappearing like that.

He told me to do it, you reason, so why does your chest feel so tight, like you can’t get enough air? Javier is a capable man, he could last without your goodbyes — he can’t miss you that much.

He comes to visit with his free time, or maybe it’s not free — he needs a distraction — and maybe his brief touches aren’t as meaningful as you think. And that’s enough for you. It’s what you tell yourself when you kick off your shoes and head to the bathroom to wash up — it’s enough. Perhaps, if you had him whole, you couldn’t handle it.

Perhaps, if touching him unapologetically was something you could do, you’d stop yourself too. Knowing his mind is different than knowing his body. 

You know his mind; it’s quick and witty and his mouth is smart, (like when he’s perched on your desk with his shirt hanging loose) but his body is something you could learn with your hands — the most you’ve allowed yourself is to brush your fingertips against his when passing him a file, or a pen he doesn’t need. 

As you brush your teeth, you think of his hands — you’ve seen the way they handle a gun with such ease and yet care at the same time, the way they press into the edges of your desk, and how his thumb brushes his pouty lower lip when he’s deep in thought. This is the time when you look at him and he doesn’t notice.

His lips — they curl into those half-grins around his cigarette, and his hair, fluffed up by the end of the day, falls over his brow. His shoulders broad, his back strong.

You want to know his body by touch — at least, after finding out why his visits have become so frequent, why his stares are drawn out (this, you know only because you’ve worked up to holding his gaze long enough).

Shit, you mumble as you settle not onto your bed, but the couch, without thinking that this is the wrong place. It’s all Javier in your head. Laying down over the cushions, you close your eyes and hope for a restful sleep.

To thoughts of him, you doze off, picking apart little instances where he’d shown something just beyond friendly affection. Is he always like that? Was he always like that?

It’s been a gradual thing. The first time he’d interrupted your work was purely for professional reasons, and back then, he still took your breath away. It’s more delicate now, the way he speaks to you — different than the pushy yet soft tone when he urged you to find an important piece of information. His words got cheekier, his body closer to yours in those polite intrusions.

You know, when you watch him through the windows in his office, when he doesn’t want to be bothered by others — but even on those days he ends up chatting with you, pain dissipating (and that, you can tell by his fading frown).

He’s eased his way into you, bit by bit, and bit by bit you would fall apart if he ever stopped interrupting you. 

———

At first, you don’t wake up to the noise. You stir, your body shifting over the couch cushions, ignorant of the gentle rapping at the door. It stops, for a moment, before coming back harder, louder. 

It’s incessant by the time your eyes finally open, your heart an overwhelming weight, pounding in your chest. Fuck, who is that? It’s enough of a scare waking up to a racket like this, but someone is out there, you remind yourself, someone’s knocking, and it’s really fucking loud.

There’s a shout of your name, you’re sure; it’s not just your startled mind making you hear it. And it sounds like his voice, worried.

Rushing to the door and brushing the hair from your face, you lean to the small spyhole in the middle of it. 

You see the same shirt you’d had your eyes on for nearly half the day, under a leather jacket — of course it’s Javier. You almost forget he’s waiting for you, distracted by the way he’s standing, hands on his hips and his head hanging low between his shoulders. He’s thinking — lip caught in his teeth and his chest heaving slightly, as if he’s trying to suppress another shout of your name.

Your mind comes back around, hand jumping to the lock and then the handle on the door, twisting it frantically. As you push it open, his head snaps up, wide brown eyes flashing to your face, to your thigh, back to your face.

You rub your eyes, “Javier?”

His chest falls with an exhalation of relief, fingers pinching his nose as he shifts his weight to the other foot, “Shit, I didn’t realize you’d be asleep already—”

“—It’s okay... are you okay?” You ask shakily, stepping further from the door, and in your diminishing haze, you miss the way he cautiously eyes you a second time. 

“You took my advice,” he starts in disbelief, the look of concern softening to something proud, his hair tousled with the breeze from open windows during the drive. “I... wanted to make sure you got home okay.”

Oh, god, your heart is beating too fast for you to keep up with it. 

His look is sad and sincere, brows pulling up in the middle as he watches you through his eyelashes for forgiveness; he’s pleased you’re safe, yet he’s beating himself up for interrupting the sleep he’d talked you into getting.

“Thank you,” you manage to say, wrapping your arms around yourself. It’s not something he had to do, and he looks like he could use a longer break than yourself, but he’s still here.

Javier walks closer, “Were you, uh, sleeping well? Before I woke you up?” His hand lands beside your head on the doorframe, body leaning intimately near yours.

“I was, I— how’d you get here?”

As he’d expected it, Javier’s response is honest, though the same thing he always tells you when he’s surprised you with his doings, “Pulled some strings, dug through some files.”

He’s close enough for you to feel his breath ghosting your shoulder, that same fresh and heady scent washing over you.

Pulling strings; it’s what he does.

You try to think, with his eyes ceaselessly roving over your face, whether to invite him in or not. It’s not what he came to do.

But it’s late, you’re both tired, there’s drinks to offer him — for being so kind, you rationalize.

“How far out of your way am I?” you ask, unable to tear your eyes away from his. He’s boring into you. Mercilessly so. You try not to breathe too hard, let your cheeks burn too hot — he makes it impossible to control.

“Doesn’t matter,” he dismisses the question, “I know nothing happened now.”

“I get home safe every other night,” you smile at him, teasing, his face returning that same look; he knows this. Your early absence was just an excuse for it.

“What if it had been different?” He slants further, and it’s a great fucking struggle not to brush a strand of your hair back. He instead clenches the fist around the door frame, patting the side of his leg with the other, just for something to do with himself in place of pressing his hands to your hips and risking your disapproval.

There’s nothing to say to that. You giggle, maybe nervously, maybe just from his softly pressing nature, but he’s retreating now, fingers sliding down the wood as his body leaves yours.

“’M sorry I woke... you should get back to sleep.” He speaks lethargically, a heavy energy settling on his shoulders at the idea of leaving you, especially in those soft clothes where your thighs peek out, the endearing way you lean against the door in your dying sleepiness.

His hands are back on his hips when he says your name and tells you goodnight, a minor frown on his face.

If Javier stays any longer, he might not leave without kissing you, at least, not without some indulgent touches he can hardly pass up on anymore.

Except you call his name back, returning the polite farewell, Goodnight, Javier — still buzzing that he came all this way, and your heart falling that it hasn’t gone further than what you do when you’re at work, with people watching.

No one else is here. You could do anything — he could do anything he wanted.

He stills. Calculates. Makes his eyes big at you.

No, he can’t leave. 

He returns steadily, weary of this ceaseless watching, noticing, knowing you and not having you. He looks left and right over the other doors, lowering his head and sighing, “You’re killing me, baby.”

The first touch is his warm hand cradling your neck, thumb brushing lazily over your jaw, the other hand finding a home on your hip and tugging you to him. As your breath catches, his lips close in on yours, velvet, warm, and full. Wanting, needing, but not greedy. 

He walks you back inside with his body, the door swinging further open with the force of your bodies shoving past.

"Is this okay?” he murmurs deep into your mouth, earning your consent in a single word and breath, yes.

Javier is gentle with you, pulling back as little as he needs to tilt his head the other way, your arms wrapping wantonly around his neck. None of it is rough or forceful — it happens like it should, like it’s meant to for a number of arduous weeks. There’s small sounds coming, quiet whimpers and relieved sighs each time you break apart to come back together.

Javi, you breathe, before you’re swallowed in him again, tenderly, your lungs begging you to gasp for more air. You hold on as long as you can, till he’s lost it too, parting to watch your face and to see you shyly smiling up at him.

His hold moves to your waist when he kicks the door closed behind him. A moment, of sharing your breaths, his nose nudging along your cheekbone, turns everything to shades of pink. He shrugs his jacket off, letting it slip from his arms and, keeping his face nestled to the side of yours, he lets it fall.

“Fuck,” he whispers, mouth open until you kiss him again, your fingers running easily through his silky hair, resting at the nape of his neck. 

Nothing, nothing, has felt this good in years; Javier fights to keep a semblance of calm, expressing desperation through a tight embrace.

He’s your only anchor, though he doesn’t weigh you down — he supports you, keeps you from drifting. Hot and smooth and selfless. You could topple over, but the wall of his chest and the hold of his arms are too strong and firm.

For him, and you, it doesn’t need to go any further tonight. Kissing you is everything to him, hands never prying past your clothing or sliding over the more sensitive parts of you — but he needs as much of this as he can get, going slightly hazy at the thrill and bliss of touching you like this.

His lips are an incessant, delicate brush against yours, his top lining with your bottom when he nips at you. It’s nothing if not forgiving, and through the kisses from his warmth, he unwillingly whispers, “Baby, we should sleep.”

“I know,” you agree, his proposal sounding like a habitual thing between you, “I don’t know if I can.”

Sleep is far away from your racing mind. He makes a pleased sound when your fingers brush over his collarbone where his shirt lays unbuttoned.

“You will.” He cups your face in his hands, this time kissing you with less urgency and a higher sense of quietude — it’s happened. It’s you and him now, in your living room that borders the kitchen, feeling each other. It’s you and him, confessing through affection the ache of wanting one another.

Javier tells you, in a hushed and kind tone, that he’ll stay tonight, if it would help you sleep. If it’s what you want.

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[blitzturtles]

Title: Guilt

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders (set after Golden Wind, given Jolyne's age.)

Pairing(s): JotaKak, JoKa, (Platonic) Jotaro & Jolyne, (Platonic) Kakyoin & Jolyne

Summary: Kakyoin is in the middle of answering one of Jolyne's many questions when he feels something twist violently inside his abdomen. He tastes what he thinks might be bile at rist, but the metallic tinge registers, and,

Oh god, no. Not here. Please not here.

Notes: Involves emergency surgery, chronic pain, preteen!Jolyne, PTSD, disabled Kakyoin, and near death experiences.

-

Here's the thing: Jolyne hates him. It's not a secret, and it's definitely not something that she bothers to hide from him. Jotaro keeps swearing that she'll come around. Says she's just stubborn (like her father is, Kakyoin sometimes thinks with far too much affection for a man that regularly drives him up the wall). There's also the fact that she's a preteen, and kids are apparently just like that at her age.

Here's the thing: Kakyoin would hate him, too. If he were in her situation. He's petty on a good day, and a right bastard on any other. He can't imagine being in her situation. With divorced parents who, while amicable, are both ridiculously successful and constantly busy. And then waltzed in Kakyoin, right in the middle of it. Though 'waltz' is a bit of a stretch. He doesn't do anything like that with his plated spine and braced legs, but none of that matters. The real point is that he gets it.

He does his best to never push more than he has to. For the most part, he lets Jolyne do her own thing, because she's a Kujo and a Joestar. She's going to do what she wants anyways. His opinion be damned, though he does try to reason with her. Hell, he's given into bribing every once in a while. (Sometimes the means don't matter when father and daughter are both happy at the end of the day.)

In short: Jolyne hates him, and Kakyoin understands.

______

Here's the thing: Jolyne finds Kakyoin to be a nuisance. An interference. One more complication to an already complicated life, and she's only eleven. She wants her parents to get over their bullshit (language!) and figure out how to make things work. She wants Kakyoin to go away, but that doesn't mean she wants him dead. Or injured. Even if she did wish him off the end of a pier that one time. Still.

They've admittedly grown to be more friendly over time. She talks to him now, which is an improvement to the chronic cold shoulder she gave him before. Sometimes she even asks him for help, because her dad can be surprisingly useless when it comes to school work (weren't you in school when I was little?) He always seems happy to help, and he never gets as frustrated as her dad.

So maybe she doesn't hate him, but she definitely wants him to go away.

______

Kakyoin is in the middle of answering one of Jolyne's many questions when he feels something twist violently inside his abdomen. He tastes what he thinks might be bile at rist, but the metallic tinge registers, and,

Oh god, no. Not here. Please not here.

He doesn't need to know-- specifically-- what went wrong to know that he's dying. The moment the pain goes from barely tolerable to utterly agonizing is about when his brain lets him know that he's operating on borrowed time.

Kakyoin could have used that warning approximately five minutes ago. Before the pain. Before he found himself in front of Jolyne.

"I'm sorry," he tries to say, hopes the words come out audible enough for her to understand.

There are tears welling up in her eyes, and they fall soon enough. God, he's made Jolyne cry. She's so young. So unprepared. And she looks so much like Jotaro. With panic stricken eyes and fingers that grasp for something to do. Some way to fix this. It makes his chest ache beyond the twisting and shearing that his insides are already doing.

(She looks exactly like Jotaro, in the hospital after the Foundation managed to retrieve them. The way her hands fumble in the air is so much like how Jotaro had reached out desperately, trying to hold onto Kakyoin, in case those had been his last moments. Like father, like daughter, Kakyoin thinks without humor.)

His knees hit the ground first, and that shoots pain up his legs and along his hips. The rest of it ricochets and dies somewhere midway up his spine. It's a momentary distraction away from the agony that is his middle. He reaches with his fingers to press against his stomach, half expecting them to sink inward (into nothingness. There's nothing. Dio punched a hole right through him, and he's going to die.)

Jolyne is yelling. His name at first, then for her father. Again, he's reminded of the day he died. Maybe it's all been a dream. He's waking up now and the end is pressing down on him. The light will follow soon. He knows; he's seen it before.

"Please!" Jolyne begs him, "I'm sorry!"

He is, too. It's the last thing he thinks before his eyes slide shut and the darkness grabs at him greedily.

______

There's shouting and bright lights and something covering his face. He can't make out anything with his vision so blurry, but he thinks he hears Jotaro's angry voice booming what could be an entire room away.

"If you fucking put a finger on him that isn't necessary to keep him alive. I'll fuck-"

"Dad!"

Jotaro inhales sharply but nods to the surgeon one, final time, "His team is on their way. Not a goddamn finger."

______

The Speedwagon Foundation has several doctors that Kakyoin sees on a semi-regular basis. Each is a specialist in their own right, and they're the only reason Kakyoin ever made it home from Egypt. They're also the only ones that regularly work on updating all the augmented parts and maintaining the damaged remains of Kakyoin's organs. They know him inside and out. Quite literally.

The team makes it to the hospital long before Kakyoin comes out of emergency surgery, which means the whole process is extended significantly. The upside (if it could be called that) is that Kakyoin doesn't have to be put under again. The downside is that it means they'll be waiting awhile.

Jotaro does his best to be strong for Jolyne. It's his job as a parent to keep a calm façade and push his emotions to the side. She needs someone to be her reassurance.

He fails miserably.

______

The head of the Foundation team emerges some hours later, looking a little worse for wear. The stoicism past that does little for Jotaro's nerves. It tells him nothing of what to expect.

"Well?"

"He's stable," the doctor answers. "We had to take out several inches of colon this time. If I had to guess, he probably believed himself to be having a flare. He adjusted to the pain until he became necrotic." His expression shifts into an unpleased frown, "He also has two ulcers. Has he changed his diet? Or experienced any new stressors?"

Jolyne's lip quivered as she processed the doctor's words. She thought over every time she and Kakyoin had fought in recent history. Most of it being her yelling at him.

Jotaro's focus remains fixated on the doctor, "What the hell kind of pain is he still having?"

The doctor-- one Jotaro recognizes from previous visits but can't recall the name of-- sighs, "Kakyoin will only allow us to do so much to help manage his pain. I'm not his specialist in that regard, but it's at his request that he's kept on very little in terms of medication."

Jotaro knows that. He knows that Kakyoin doesn't like what stronger pain meds do to his head, but how out of control is his pain that he didn't notice that he was dying? That his body has been rotting from the inside out for an unknown amount of time?

Jolyne shifts further behind him, drawing his attention to her. It's the only thing that spares the doctor whatever response Jotaro might have otherwise formed. He turns to look at Jolyne and is startled by the tears already trailing down her round cheeks. Realization hits him then.

She's eleven, and he's an idiot.

"Hey, hey. Enough with that. He's going to be okay," Jotaro says quickly. He should have- called her mother or his mother or literally anyone. This isn't a conversation she needed to be privy to.

"It's me," Jolyne chokes the words out. Her thin arms wrap tight around her middle, and she looks close to collapsing on the ground.

Jotaro, admittedly, has no idea what she's talking about, "What's you?"

"The stress!" She practically wails.

Jotaro sighs and moves to wrap his arms around Jolyne. He tugs her in against his chest. "That- that's not the kind of stress the doctor is talking about," he glances over his shoulder to see that the man had already dismissed himself. Smart guy.

"I'm always mean to him!"

Jotaro wants to laugh. Not at all because he thinks her words-- or her suffering-- are funny, but because the whole situation feels unreal. He cards his fingers through her hair instead. It's all the comfort he feels like he can offer in a situation like this. With his own resolve teetering on the edge.

"Takes a lot more than that to take out Noriaki," he's lying through his teeth. The whole new family thing might damn well be enough stress, but he's never going to let Jolyne think this is her fault. It's not. Kakyoin is capable of making his own decisions, and being part of their family is one of them.

Jolyne crumbles against him despite the gentle words, so he scoops her up and holds her against his chest. Even at eleven, she's nothing compared to his size. He finds a nearby seat to settle into and lets her cry while he whispers promises he can't be sure he'll be able to keep. Eventually he tries distracting her with facts about dolphins, and that either has some effect, or she passes out from exhaustion. Either way, he's relieved when she snores against his neck.

______

Kakyoin comes to the waking world in a haze. His head aches and his middle feels a lot like it might have been ripped open again. He hopes that whatever happened had been a little more civil than that.

It doesn't take him long to place himself in the hospital. That's good. He isn't dead, and he's not immediately at risk of falling into enemy hands. The beeping to his left is annoying, and he can't see well enough to make anything out on the monitors around him. His vision tends to be the last thing to recover when he's been knocked out for a while. Still, he turns his head to continue to take in what he can make out.

He stops short when he sees two people in chairs on his right side, closer to the door. The familiar hat catches his attention immediately, not that he needs to be able to see at one hundred percent (or his version of it) to know that the man is none other than Jotaro. His size will always give him away before anything else.

Jotaro's head is bowed in a way that indicates he's likely asleep. He's undoubtedly been here awhile. Jolyne sits beside him with her head pressed against her father's bicep. Star Platinum is out and wrapped around both of them. He lifts his hand from Jotaro a moment to wave at him brightly, which is enough to disturb his user's sleep.

"Mm?" Jotaro grunts. He opens his eyes and sucks in a breath. He takes a moment to compose himself, which is fine. Kakyoin thinks he probably looks worse than he feels, thanks to the drugs. He would make a joke about it, but moving still hurts.

"Good to see you awake. How're you feeling?" Jotaro asks. He doesn't move from his spot, if only to avoid waking up Jolyne, but that intense gaze is evaluating all the same.

Kakyoin gives a noncommittal answer, and Jotaro snorts, "That's what I thought you'd say. Good thing we have this." He reaches for the little controller on the side of Kakyoin's bed. He presses the red button before Kakyoin can protest.

The glare he shoots Jotaro is relatively short-lived, and it's hard to be mad when Jotaro looks so damn triumphant, even if it's about something that Kakyoin has complicated feelings about. He decides to let him have this one, considering the fact that he's pretty sure he gave them all one nightmarish scare.

"I'm sorry," he says after a while, head lulling back against the pillows. His red hair spreads out all around. It's longer now than it ever has been, but he hasn't felt the need to cut it beyond a simple trim in years. It doesn't matter, but it gives himself something to focus on rather than the gnawing guilt.

"Don't be."

"I- god, I never meant-"

"Kakyoin."

"If I had known, I would have left the room or-"

"Kak-"

"She was so afraid. And she-"

"Noriaki," Jotaro snaps more than says the name, but his eyes are soft. "You aren't the only one that made her cry in the last few hours, so you're not special." That's not true. Kakyoin is incredibly special, but he needs to make some kind of light-hearted comment before he starts crying. Nobody needs to see that.

"Still," Kakyoin mumbles, but he doesn't continue.

Jotaro reaches out with Star, who clasps his large hand over one of Kakyoin's. He wants to lean forward himself, but he doesn't want to wake Jolyne up. Not yet.

Kakyoin turns his palm up to tangle his fingers together with Star's. He brushes his thumb over the stand's, knowing Jotaro can feel it reflected on his skin.

"I really thought it was a flare," he says after a while, because he feels like he owes some sort of explanation after everything.

"Nori, I really can't tell you how much I don't give a damn about that," Jotaro frowns at his own words, "No, I mean- I care, but- fuck." He scrubs his hand over his face a few times before trying again, "You don't have to feel guilty for this shit, okay? I should have noticed you were in pain."

Kakyoin shakes his head. He squeezes Star's hand to make sure Jotaro's listening when he speaks, "It's not your fault. I deal with this pain all the time. It just- at first it felt like a flare, but I guess I got used to it." And every time the pain worsened, he acclimated until it had nearly killed him.

Jotaro doesn’t get a chance to respond before Jolyne is rustling against him. She opens her eyes a crack and reaches up to wipe at them with her fists. “Dad?”

“Right here,” Jotaro grunts in response. He squeezes her shoulder gently, then retracts his arm to give her space to stretch out. “Kakyoin is awake.”

He watches the fog clear from her eyes. They widen as she processes his words, and her attention immediately turns to the redhead, who waves meekly at her.

“Jolyne, I’m- oof!”

Star quickly gets his hands around Jolyne’s waist, suspending her in the air enough to keep her weight from falling too heavily onto Kakyoin. He lets her down carefully, and the youngest Kujo looks sheepish for her overreaction.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s alright,” Kakyoin says, curling an arm around her loosely in return. He hadn’t expected to be nearly tackled upon awakening. That went doubly so when considering Jolyne as a factor. She’s never hugged him before. Trauma is funny in that way; something he knows from first hand experience.

Jotaro steps up behind her and offers a small smile to Kakyoin, “We’re glad you’re alright.”

“Yeah!” Jolyne echoes, “You scared the shit out of us!”

“Jolyne,” Jotaro’s voice is gruff. An attempt at a warning that falls short. The way his lips pull further upward is a dead giveaway that he isn’t particularly upset by her language usage.

“It’s true!”

“Good grief.”

Kakyoin snorts at the father-daughter duo, relieved to see the two smiling again. Already bickering as per usual. There’s too much snark trapped in the Joestar bloodline, and it always amplifies whenever there’s more than one of them in a room. He’d know, having been on the road with Joseph and Jotaro in the past.

Somehow the back and forth settles into Jolyne rambling about dolphins. She regurgitates facts that-- for the most part-- Kakyoin already knows, but he feigns shock and awe at all the right places to keep her spirit up. It’s more healing to watch her babble emphatically than it is lying around in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. It eases some of the guilt, makes him feel lighter.

Eventually, Jotaro whiskers her out the door. Kakyoin catches sight of Holly, which must mean that Marina is tied up. Holly doesn’t come in, likely at her son’s behest. The woman is a mother through and through, and she can be a bit overwhelming at times. Better to focus all that maternal energy on Jolyne for now.

“You look tired,” Jotaro says when the door clicks shut behind the two. He takes his spot back next to Kakyoin’s bed, pulling his chair as close as he can. His knees grind against the railing of the bed a bit, but the distance allows him to lean forward and get a good look at his partner.

“I could say the same about you,” Kakyoin points out with a raised brow. He still can’t pick up his head for more than a few seconds at a time, and his vision remains fuzzy around the edges; a likely side effect of being drugged to the gills, but he isn’t blind. He can see the bags collecting under Jotaro’s eyes. Exhaustion-- emotional as much as it is physical-- already weighing his shoulders down.

Jotaro snorts an unamused sound, “I’m not the one that just had emergency surgery.”

Kakyoin winces at the reminder. “I’m-”

“If you finish that statement, I’m going to give you a reason to be sorry,” he isn’t. Jotaro won’t hurt him, but the words make Kakyoin close his mouth anyways. For a second.

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?”

Jotaro stares him down for a solid thirty seconds, expecting him to back down. When he doesn’t, the man pushes himself to his feet with an exasperated sigh. “Good grief, c’mere,” his fingers hook under Kakyoin’s chin, and he leans down to press their lips together.

As far as life affirming kisses go, it’s one of Jotaro’s more gentle ones, but Kakyoin feels the thrill of it chasing down his spine anyways.

“I love you,” Kakyoin murmurs as they break apart. He wants to add an apology to the end, but he bites his lip and keeps it to himself for now. He’ll find a way to make it up to Jotaro and Jolyne later.

“Love you, too, Tenmei.”

[muthaz-rapapa]

They announced Precure 2021!!

Tropical Rouge! Precure. It will be a tropical/ocean theme and I believe it will have either a 4 team cures (pink, blue, yellow/orange and teal) or a duo with a red cure as a sixth ranger. What are your opinions/theories?

Oh shit, it is that time again, isn’t it? I totally forgot with how screwy year this year has been. ANN didn’t even mention anything. (@_@ ;;)

Well, anyways, since the trademark is out, speculation is all fair game until December or whenever we get the next messy quality leaks at the soonest.

Before that though, I just want to comment about the HealPre movie poster:

I really like the kimono design integrated into the magical girl outfit. Seriously, I wished they could’ve saved this idea for a full-cour season instead of using it as a movie-exclusive form. That would’ve been awesome~ && imagine the crazy hair but decorated with kanzashi. *sigh* <33 ...only in my dreams, I guess. T_T

Other than that, I am also psyched for the (random) return of the Yes 5 girls. I have no idea what they’re doing here but hey, the Maho girls saved the KiraPre movie for me with their cameos so I’m totally cool with Yes 5 dropping in all badass if HealPre’s movie ends up being just so-so.

Alright, now that that’s out of the way...

Precure 2021, otherwise known as

TROPICAL ROUGE! PRECURE

...admittedly, it’s not the weirdest title we’ve ever gotten but still, Toei at it again with its obsession over weird 3-4ish syllable salads. Ah, how I miss the times when we can just attach one simple word before “Pretty Cure” and that would’ve been enough. :P

Also, how the hell are we going to shorten this? TroPre? TropicPre? ToRuPre? PikaRuPre? Too long! Why must you make the little things so difficult, you bastards?!?! (ꐦ ಠ皿ಠ )

*cough*

Judging by the title, we’re probably all correct in guessing one of its motifs will concern the ocean and when most of us think “tropical” mixed in with Precure, the first image that pops up would be Aloha Precure:

[ Hey girls, how you doin’? ^^ ]

But for me? My first thought was this:

SHUT UP.

LET ME HAVE MY BEVERAGE-BASED MAGICAL ISLAND IDOL TRIO REALITY AND LET ME DIE HAPPY THERE!

I LOVE YOU TEA DRINKYUN, SODA DRINKYUN, JUICE DRINKYUN!!!!!

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

But in all seriousness, we’re likely not going to have these two as the protagonists because

1) They’re not Japanese or Japan-based.

2) They’re from a different Precure season altogether.

3) This is Toei we’re talking about. Looking at how one-shot Sunset and Wave were, do you really think they would go ahead on a tropics theme with any interest in anything outside just the aesthetics/marketing appeal of it? Uh, sadly, NO.

So sorry to dash your hopes if you had any but even if we are lucky enough to get a main Cure who is of Polynesian descent, we probably won’t be spending parts of the season actually exploring their ethnic background.

Though I’d still hold on to the possibility of Aloha Precure maybe getting a cameo. And more importantly, getting another dark-skinned Cure who isn’t just tan from staying out in the sun too long because I really, really, really want that, too! (>.<)

Ok, ok, back to motifs and themes.

So ocean. And there’s a seashell symbol in the logo so when we think of those things, we think of mermaids (and therefore, Cure Mermaid).

[...y’know, I’m starting to believe they’re just basing all the new seasons on the Go!Pri cast like StarPre for Twinkle. Heartcatch, however, pre-existed Flora so I don’t know where that stands but all that’s left would be Scarlet so I guess Precure 2022′s either going to take place in Hell or somewhere freezing like a mountain YES, WE’RE GONNA FIGHT ELSA! >:D or the north/south poles]

Chances of one of the Cures being a mermaid then? Maybe even the midseason one? Pretty damn high.

Chances of the magical items having something to do with pearls? Feels a little like Mermaid Melody but as long as they don’t throw any blatant idol tendencies in my face, I’m good.

Chances of TroPre (name pending) actually focusing on the nature of the ocean and taking time to explain in depth its sealife, ecosystems and the man-imposed problems that exist within it? *BIG SIGH*

Honestly, as much as I would love for Precure 2021 to branch out from what HealPre started with its health/environment approach (which was quite the disappointing cop-out but that’s a discussion for another place and time), I doubt we’re going to get that no thanks to the commercialization aspect of it.

And I don’t blame the writers (entirely), I blame their higher-ups who probably meddle with the story and demand for more cutesy, pointless fillers instead because y’know, toy sales first, unfortunately. :P

But ok, even if I don’t get the science side of it, that doesn’t mean it won’t be enjoyable. But with only just a logo to go off on atm, it’s hard to predict what we’re really in for next year.

Except for the fact that we can already tell how many starter Cures we’ll be getting.

[Sorry it took so long to get to this part, anon]

Pink is a no brainer, there can’t be a Precure season without a Pink lead (bah).

And look at how solid the azure/blue and teal/green is. Those are locked in for sure (HURRAH! ANOTHER GREEN CURE~! xD).

Now yellow...or is that orange? Personally, I think it’d be great if they dropped the Yellow Cure this year and gave it to the Pink Cure as a sub-color instead because unlike the blue and teal katakana, the pink/yellow/orange ombre of the bottom line is not as distinct from one another as the former are. But I doubt it because when you say “tropic” you think of “sun” too so can’t be without the yellow Cure, after all. Ugh.

Finally, there’s that striking red at the end of “Rouge” that looks like what would happen if an exclamation mark and a sea slug had a baby together and put an obnoxious bow on it. :S

With “rouge” in the title [sorry, not you Rin-chan but hey, Rin-chan~! :D], it seems we’re pretty much guaranteed a red Cure as well. I just hope she gets a more creative name than just a synonym of the color red because while “Cure Crimson” cue JoJo jokes I don’t understand sounds cool, it’s lazy.  (-_- ;;)

So in total, a maximum of 5 Cures. No, I will not be leaving room open for a possible 6th one cuz that is just one too many Cures and we don’t need that. WE. DON’T.

As for anon’s theory on a duo team with the Red Cure as the sixth (you actually meant third, right?) ranger...really, I’d much prefer a smaller team. I love the idea of starting the season with just a pair of Cures like the good old days. I love the idea of both of them having two theme colors (pink/yellow and blue/green) each instead of one. I’d look forward to a midseason Cure this time because the chemistry would actually be more manageable to work with and develop when it’s not such a huge crowd. So that the new girl doesn’t have to go through all her members like required shifts instead of having more organic interactions with them.

...but that’s just my hope. I know as much as the next person on what Precure 2021′s gonna be like which is pretty much “nothing at all”. *shrug*

We’ll see.

[earthbovndmisfit]

I hope this isn't too weird of a message to send, but doesn't it seem like Jonawagon doujinshi are pretty uncommon? I've only seen maybe 3 posted online & I have a copy of a SpeedJona doujin but aside from those I haven't come across any. Is it like a rare pairing or something? I thought they were fairly popular

It isn’t weird at all, anon! All the opposite actually, cause I love getting asks even if i'm not always around or it sometimes takes me a hot minute to get to them gfjhkjh

This is gonna be long and probs gonna have bits that might sound rant-ish to some, but I hope that’s alright! :'D

For starters, sadly, jonawagon/jonaspeed/speedjona or however you call the ship is quite an underrated ship. This has to do partly with the wrong perceptions some folks have built around it and around the characters as well (that them both and the couple itself are the epitome of "purity" and "innocence", sometimes even labelling them as "boring" as a result even though both characters are far from that, that "it could only be a one-sided thing" on Spw's end despite both showing and sharing a certain bond/closeness towards each other -closeness that sometimes Jonathan didn't show towards anyone else-, etc), partly because of the many timeskips in PB and all the scenes the anime cut out and people wrongly assuming that the main events happened in the span of a few days and thus people dropping the ball on the ship/characters when Jonathan and Speedwagon actually knew each other for as long -sometimes even longer- than other more popular characters/ships in jjba did, partly because neither Jonathan or Speedwagon are as popular as other characters in the franchise as a whole, and also partly because, as sad as it is to say this, the ship lacks a LOT of support, especially from it's own fanbase. While jonawagon is a popular and well liked ship overall (in the sense that even general fans who don't care much about shipping, or those who are still on the fence about mlm ships, or those who just don't actively ship jonawagon actually like and support the ship or the idea of it upon seeing the actual dynamics between the characters and their potential and the fact that the ship can actually coexist with jonaeri without altering the characters/making them ooc, nor altering the story and so on), it still lacks a lot of support from it's fans. I often see most other ships/characters get lots of reblogs and exposure from their fans on literally any and all platforms, helping those ships/characters reach new audiences and gaining more popularity and drawing interest from potential new fans, while jonawagon stuff as well as solo Jonathan or Speedwagon stuff usually only get likes and a few reblogs at most from their fans, which is nice and all, but it doesn't give the artists/writers any exposure nor get those works or the ship any farther than that and just keeps them within part of the already existing fanbase at best, which often times makes the artists/content creators lose interest in continuing to create stuff for the ship/characters. This is also why I always strongly ask -almost beg at this point ngl- for people to support the artists/writers/etc via reblogs!! The ship having a bunch of different names also might have an impact on all of this, as it's not always as 'easy' to tag/find contents if you don't know how to tag/search for it. Jonawagon (normally used in the western parts of the fandom), JonaSpeed/SpeedJona (Western version of the ship's most popular names in Japanese: ジョナスピ/スピジョナ or JonaSupi/SupiJona respectively], SpeedStar (a name that became a bit more popular more recently after a mini jonawagon event in 2019), being the most common ones afaik, asides from the standard JonathanxSpeedwagon/SpeedwagonxJonathan ie and others. In short, Jonathan and Speedwagon as well as jonawagon are quite well liked and even popular to an extent, but they lack a massive amount of support from the fans, which also usually translates into artists and content creators for this ship losing interest in continuing to create new material for it and thus end up not making any more contents.

In regards to doujinshi more specifically, I’m a bit disconnected when it comes to Jojo doujinshi in general, but it seems to be a bit like that for most of the non "crazy popular" Jojo ships if you ask me, which is kinda normal considering the massive amount of characters in the whole series. Putting my experience as example, if it helps, I used to collect doujinshi from one of my previous fandoms, which had a shit ton of them for plenty of it’s ships and it was somewhat easy to acquire hard copies of despite it being an “old anime” basically while most Jojo doujinshi (especially anything that is not parts 3, 4 and 5) seems to be a bit hard to come across regardless of the ship(s) in them, even in auction sites or places like pixiv that sell digital copies if the author puts them up on sale, which is understandable since the aforementioned parts are some of the most popular parts in Japan, where most doujinshi is created, and thus take most of the fandom's interest -authors’ and readers’ alike-, as well as the hype for parts like Phantom Blood being long dead (with it being dead/dormant since the original airing of the anime ended in 2013, and it coming back ocassionally whenever there's a 'special' re-airing of PB in Japan or when events such as the Joestar Radio take place), so maybe my parameters on the whole subject are somewhat disproportionate?

This is also gonna sound all boomer-like, but I’ve also noticed, or it seems to me at least (still in comparison to the doujinshi from my previous fandom), that doujinshi books as we knew them aren’t /as/ common nowadays as they used to be a while back. Even the works themselves don’t seem to be much that way either. For example, doujinshi anthologies used to be a big thing a while back and, while they still exist, they don’t seem to be too common anymore (these worked as "promo books" of sorts for all the artists featured and they also helped lesser known/popular artists and ships to get some exposure to newer audiences). Nowadays such thing still exists, and I actually recall seeing a Jonaspeed/Speedjona anthology being made “recently” (recently as in 2019, if I’m not mistaken? it was published and sold during the mini Jonaspeed event they held at a Jojo con in Japan that year), but they aren’t nearly as common as they used to be, since now most artists can post any samples they want (much more reduced tho, cause you normally get a few pages instead of a full mini story) in places like Twitter or Pixiv. And it’s kinda the same with regular doujinshi. Before, most doujinkas had to publish a book in order to get their stuff out and get some exposure, so they were always working on new stories and making new books to sell and promoing their stuff, sometimes one after the other and even creating multi-volume stories in some cases. Now, thanks to how "easy" it is to get some exposure on social media, it’s much more common to see doujinkas for any ships/characters making short stories (1-4 pages, sometimes more) or just 1 page illustrations instead and posting them on their social media every now and then as a promo for their works. They also still make and sell their books (a few jonawagon artists on twitter do, at least), and these short stories/illustrations serve to boost their works instead, which is not a complain at all cause I think it's amazing tbqh! But this also translates into less stories/doujinshi being created as many of these artists often opt for leaving those stories that years ago would have been their own book or a mini story in a book as a prompt or a short story only.

As for actual jonawagon doujinshi, while it is not as common as say pt 3 doujinshi, there is quite a bunch of it. Some date from 2012-2013 (when the PB anime was originally aired), some are much older than that and some others are much more recent (as there are still some active jonawagon doujinkas around). There are also "fanfic books" that are also considered doujinshi and that seem to be a thing sometimes, but these contain little to no art at all and are usually written 100% in Japanese. The problem here is that not many of them have been scanlated/translated yet, sometimes because they aren't easy to find on sale online, sometimes because re-sellers who do have them set high prices for them plus shipping costs, sometimes because the artists/online shops won't sell stuff overseas, sometimes because those who do own doujinshi copies don't always know how to properly share them (since scanning a doujinshi in high or decent quality without destroying the book can be hard af) among other reasons.

All that said, there is a bunch of jonawagon doujinshi that has been scanned and is available online! but it can be tricky to get sometimes due to the different names this ship can go by and because of the "translations" of said names into different languages (as some doujinshi can only be found in Chinese sites, or Russian ones, and so on for example, so it can take some serious time to figure that out and have a successful search).

In all honesty, anon, I'm a dumdum and I had never thought about doing so in a more public manner until now, since I've already shared my entire jonawagon collection (pics, doujins, etc) with friends who have requested it more privately, but I can upload the doujins I have scans of if anyone's interested?? (I’d post the links where I found most of them but since my hd is pretty much dead and I can’t access Windows or my windows/mozilla profile, I’ve p much lost all my old bookmarks). They were only like... 8 last time I checked (9/10 if you count the Japanese and English versions of the "Joestarsaaaaan" one), but it's something :D Just be aware that some of them are nsfw! and that a couple are either part of a book that has stories from other ships in them (I only have the jonawagon parts tho) or contain other ships implied or openly shown in the jonawagon story.

I also have about 4 more, but the scanlator of one of them openly requested for the file to not be reuploaded, so Idk if it'd be alright to share it? (and they also deactivated their blog, so there's no way to ask them for permission). The other 3 are scans a friend sent to me of their own doujinshi copies, so I also don't know if it would be okay for me to post them?? (i haven't seen this friend in over a year so idk gfhgjkjlkñ). 2 of those 3 are nsfw.

[ship-ambrosia]

I *suppose* I'll be the one to bite- JoJo for the ask thing :P

OMG Haleigh 😂😂 I burst out laughing when I saw your message

I’ll give pictures for you, Kae, and Allie so y’all can roast me for my choices

Favorite character: I’m sure even u guys can guess but it’s one Italian gangster Guido Mista (plz, sir, I’m begging u to come into existence 😩)

@i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate heres a full body pic so you can admire his horrible pattern choices 😂😂

Second favorite character: It switches between two main Jojos

Josuke Higashikata

Part 2 Joseph Joestar (I like old Joseph because he’s funny but young Joseph literally stole my heart he was the first jojo character I was in love with)

Least favorite character: I pretty much love every main character, and even a lot of the secondary ones too (Smokey, Tonio, Risotto, Illuso, etc). I think my least favorite is Stroheim. Not even gonna put a picture, but not only is he a German soldier in a part set during WW2 he’s just really annoying and unnecessary for me

The character I’m most like: This one is kinda hard but I’m gonna say Noriaki Kakyoin

Yes, I’m aware his hair is stupid. But Kakyoin is calm and collected, able to make logical decisions without letting his emotions overwhelm him while at the same time he’s kinda a savage and will mock and bully his enemies. He’s also a mega introvert and a gamer. So yeah I think he’s the one I’m most like lol

Favorite pairing: I am partial to Jotaro/Kakyoin, Bruno/Abbacchio, and a little Joseph/Caesar. I have also just started part 6 and I am absolutely pro Ermes/any woman because I have a big gay crush on her

Least favorite pairing: Josuke/Rohan. I’m never a fan of ships where the characters don’t get along in canon at all. Though i do think their relationship is interesting it’s not romantic to me

Favorite moment: So before tumblr deleted this i had a good moment from every season and im really sad that it got deleted I will try to remember because i can’t pick a single moment

- Part 1: “You thought Jonathan was going to be your first kiss. But it was really me, Dio!”

- Part 2: Caesar and Joseph antics, particularly when Caesar’s bubble powers were introduced and he trapped Joseph in a giant bubble

- Part 3: 20 m Emerald Splash, when the music, Kakyoin’s theme which is one of my favorite themes in all of JJBA, builds to a big climax and then is abruptly cut off by Dio into one of the most heartbreaking moments of the series. It literally took my breath away and my jaw dropped to the floor

- Part 4: Josuke, bloody and grimacing during the big fight against the main antagonist, stares him down and goes “Kira, bring out your Killer Queen.” all threateningly

- Part 5: Every time Mista shows up on screen. Also just really like any moments between the team in general. And even though Fugo breaks my heart, the boat scene in Venice is just so beautiful.

Rating out of ten: Considering at this point I think the only thing I’ve rewatched more than Jojo Part 5 is the USJ arc in my hero academia, I have to rate this 10/10 probably my favorite anime now

[leihey]

Lovely Tears (One Shot)

Word count: 1569

Pairing: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Junhyung (OnlyOneOf), bxb

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentioning of suicide, mentioning of bullying, Insults, homophobia

Summary: Hyunjin lays on the floor of his room alone and cries and thinks about what happened in the last time.

Theme Song: Rise Against - Make It Stop (September's Children)

[A/N: Happy Pride Month!

It's a pretty short one shot this time and I'm not really satisfied with it, but I hope you like it anyways~

I'll start with saying thank you to my precious friends who helped me with this. This would be include Lou, who helped me with finding a good ship, Auli who helped me when I had problems with translating the unique person who made again a beautiful cover for me and of course Jojo who helped me a lot with the translations. Then, I'm still not that good at writing in English and if there are still some mistakes, please tell me! And again, I really wanna become better at writing and it would be so great if you could tell me what you think about my one shot and of you have any criticism or something hehe~

Last but not least I'd like to recommend the theme song to you. It's a great song with an important meaning.]

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Shakily he raised his hand and looked at it in the dim moonlight that made it through the window into the room. His breath was heavy, but still not as heavy as his heart. It was only a matter of time until he’d cry again, writhing on the floor, sobbing and calling quietly for help.

“Princes don’t cry.”, he repeated now for the almost hundredth time.

“P-princes don’t cry.” He clung to these words as if they were the salvation he had longed for.

“Princes d-do…” A single, small tear rolled down his cheek. “…don’t cry.”, he let out weakly. Slowly he lowered his hand again, put it on the floor and braced himself against it. His legs laid cramped next to him, slightly suggesting the embryo position. A second tear left his eye. His arms began to shake even more violent and he wouldn’t be able to hold his own weight for long.

“Naww, is this little pussy crying again?”, he scoffed at himself. “You’re such a damn sissy, Hyunjin, honestly. Such a small, unworthy, shitty crybaby.” He spat out each word individually to express his contempt for himself more. The contempt of others, who repeated these sentences mantra-like in front of him day by day. “Why does something like you even exist?” Hyunjin could feel how they pushed him against the wall. “You know what?”, he hissed at himself, putting his hands on his neck, just as they had done so many times before, that the feeling of not having pressure on his lungs was almost foreign to him.

“You’re not worth the fucking air you breathe.” He closed his grip a little more with each word he spoke. The black-haired boy gasped for air, his arms began to shake even more again, but this didn’t make his grip come lose. On the contrary. He clung to his neck with all his might. Hyunjin started to kick his legs severely, trying to fight himself.

“W-where are you?”, he sobbed weakly as he closed his eyes and finally released his grip. He raised his hand again, opened it and looked at his empty palm. “I mi-miss you.”, he breathed faintly. “So, so badly.” Tears filled his eyes again, took his view. “Is the stupid baby screaming after him again?” This time the mockery didn’t come from his mouth, but only from his memory.

“It’s time for you to understand that this bitch was smart enough to make the right choice.” Hyunjin wanted to say something, wanted to scream and fight for him, wanted to make sure they left him alone. But all he could get out of his mouth was a meaningless whine.

They had hit his sore spot. The only place that couldn’t be healed with a bit of disinfectant spray and bandage. And in his memory, the moment was even more unbearable. Having to listen again to how much he had always failed robbed him of his last bit of strength. His tears came over him like a wave and took away his last amount of hope. He tensed, felt his toes shaking and getting numb, then his legs and after that the rest of his body. Hyunjin’s head began to throb in pain. He closed his eyes and saw the horrible memories spinning in front of his eyes, getting louder, then quieter again and disappearing completely after that, leaving nothing but black. His own soft sobs were the only remaining sound in the room as well as in his thoughts.

“Why does it have to hurt so much?”, he gasped, not knowing how far away he still was from the end of this torture. “I-is it me?”, he stuttered, barely understandable. “Am I really so wrong?” He felt empty, exhausted and above all, lost. The 20-year-old had already seen the cruelest abysses, but he had never been this deep. He had always been certain that this was his own fault. That he was never good enough and never would be. But he had never considered that they were right. Those who punish him every day for what and who he was. Hyunjin felt weak. Weaker than usual. Unimportant. Unnecessary. Felt like he was nothing but a mistake.

“Hyunjin!” The older ones’ voice was a little deeper, but also gentler than Hyunjin’s. He remembered his voice too well and the light childish touch that it would’ve never lost. Now he was fully done and broken. A knife could have been slowly and painfully put in his chest and the pain wouldn’t been nearly as intense as the pain the voice he had just heard has caused.

“Junhyung?”, Hyunjin replied incredulously. Junhyung gently put his arm around the smaller one. “Did they hurt you again, my prince?”, whispered the blonde guy. Hyunjin ignored his question and opened his eyes to look once more at his boyfriend’s perfect face. “Junhyung? J-junji? D-darling?” In vain.

“Jinnie, don’t cry!” The kindly voice of Junhyung was clearly heard, but the boy himself was nowhere to be seen. “Darling? Where are you my angel?” Hyunjin repeatedly searched every single inch of the room with his eyes, but unsuccessfully.

he heard a soft sigh, but couldn’t make out where it came from. “My prince, handsome, stop it.”, the older boy begged sadly. “This world has so much to offer. There’s so much for you to see. So much love for you.”

The black-haired guy swallowed hardly. “W-what’s about to happen, angel?” He could feel Junhyung laying his arms around him from behind and kissing his earlobe gently. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Hyunjin.” His voice was still warm and lovingly, but his words hit Hyunjin devastatingly. “But I don’t wanna lie to you either, handsome. And as painful as it is, I unfortunately have to remind you that I am dead.” The words came so easily over his lips that Hyunjin, who has never been able to speak about it properly, froze. “I killed myself. And this happened already a year ago. Hyunjin, my prince…” Junhyung put his hands affectionately around the younger ones. “…I love you.” He tenderly placed his lips on his princes’ cheek. Hyunjin ran his hands slightly over the place where he felt the elder’s lips.

“I love you too.”, he panted wearily.

“I know. And it means so much more to me than you can imagine. But it stings my heart to see you crying out of pain.” It got silent for a short time. “And it’s time for you to continue living your life.” Junhyung fondly put his hands on Hyunjin’s cheek, as he had done to him so often when he was still alive and exhausted from the cruelty of his fellow human beings.

“You are not my angel.”, the black-haired spat out numbly. Junji hesitated. “No.”, he finally admitted. “No, I’m not Junhyung. Your angel, as you use to say. You’re right, I’m not him.” ‘Junyhung’ took away his hand from Hyunjin’s cheek. “I am the memory of him. Your subconscious that advises you to get over him.” All the warmth in ‘Junhyung’s’ voice was gone and nothing but the bitter truth remained.

“It’s too early!”, protested the younger boy, indignant and hurt by himself. “Is it really ‘too early’, Hyunjin? It’s been a year. Even longer. And you haven’t gotten a step further and let them destroy yourself every day.” Hyunjin glared at the floor, well knowing that his inner voice was only telling the truth.

“You never were like that before. You didn’t let yourself be taken down. You were fighting.” The tears in Hyunjin’s eyes were fading.

“I fought for him. For my Junhyung. The real one.”, he mumbled.

“Yes. And now you don’t do it anymore.”, his subconscious stated. The black-haired boy nodded abashedly.

“Because he’s dead. Because I failed miserably. Lost him. It’s too late.” Hyunjin emphasized the words as sharply as if he wanted to lose the fight against himself.

“Hyunjin. Both of us know I’m right. Junhyung is dead. But he loved you. Always. Until his last breath. If he could see you like that, so weak and vulnerable, he would be disappointed. In himself. He would hate himself for putting you in such a state. It’s time to move on with life. Do it for him.”

Hyunjin had nothing to reply to that. The voice, which started with choosing her sentences with such a care, no longer seemed to be cautious. It spoke the words with an uncomfortable hardness and speed.

“I love him.”, whispered Hyunjin. He was no longer able to do more than that. For years he thought that the cruel lies his bullies told about him, hissing in his ear day by day, just because he was different from them, just because he was gay, were harsh. But not even one of these phrases hit him as hard as the truth he had to admit to himself.

Shivering, he got up, went to his closet and took out an oversized sweater.

“Junji’s favourite sweater.”, he mumbled into the warm fabric. He hesitantly went to his bed to drop on it.

The boy pressed his face into the garment that his late boyfriend had worn daily during his lifetime. Sweat, blood and dirt stains had immortalized in the sweater. But above all, memories were woven into the fabric.

Once again tears sprung into Hyunjin’s eyes, accompanied by a croaked “I’m not ready yet.”

[psychosistr]

I’m With You

For Day 7 of @josuyasuweek - ModernAU/Christmas/Anything You Want!

Summary: Josuke disappears during a rain storm and Okuyasu goes to look for him. When he finds his boyfriend, though, there’s definitely more bothering him than just the cold and the rain...

Notes: The title of this story is the name of the song that Josuke sings later, “I’m With You” by Avril Lavigne. It’s one of my favorite songs from my childhood and a good one for being sad and frustrated (kind of worried what that says about my childhood, but, eh, what can you do?). Also, this again takes place in the same Modern!AU as the other stories, but it’s before they met Giorno’s group or any of the other Jojo’s/Jo-bro’s, so it’s just the part 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6 crew atm.

Jotaro-kun: “If anyone sees Josuke, text me or Jolyne.”

Okuyasu was one of the first people to read the group text, although he wasn’t the first to reply to it. The flood of messages made it hard to get a word in for a minute:

Jolyne-chan: “He went out yesterday and never came home.”

Ermes-chan: “Woah, seriously?! :O”

Anasui-kun: “Have you tried calling him?”

Jolyne-chan: “He left his phone here >_>;”

Kakyoin-kun: “Do you think he was attacked by a stand user?”

Jonathan-san: “Or one of Dio’s minions?!”

Joseph-san: “Doubt the pillarmen would go after him. Maybe he’s just avoiding you guys. Did you insult his hair? :P”

Caesar-san: “If it’s any consolation, I just punched Jojo for you -_-‘ Anyway, do you want us to look for him?”

Speedwagon-san: “Gimme five minutes and I’ll get Iggy started on it.”

Polnareff-san: “Ha! Good luck with that! XP”

Avdol-san: “I have one more client today, but I can cancel the session if you need me to help.”

Jotaro-kun: “Yare yare. Everyone calm down. This is normal for him. Sometimes he just disappears for a couple of days and then comes back. Just text us if you see him so we know he’s okay.”

Jolyne-chan: “He’s right, this is pretty normal for Josuke when something’s bugging him. We only brought it up because of the storm- we don’t want him getting sick :P”

Okuyasu stopped reading the messages for a few minutes after that, but he still felt the phone vibrate in his hand every time another text was sent.

Josuke ran away? That couldn’t be good..

He had a feeling something had been bothering him since their last fight against some of Dio’s stand-using minions. Josuke had gotten separated from the others for a while, but he’d been fine when they found him.

Well, physically fine, at least.

Okuyasu couldn’t put his finger on it, but, when Josuke didn’t think anyone was looking at him, he had this look in his eyes like he was asking himself a million depressing questions. It had only gotten worse over the days that followed, all culminating in the sudden lack of communication from his boyfriend yesterday afternoon. He’d written it off at the time as him being busy or something, and now he wished he hadn’t..

Me: “Don’t worry- I’ll find him.”

Okuyasu typed out the message and sent it before throwing on a pair of work boots and a ratty old jacket, barely remembering to grab his umbrella until he was half-way out the door. He switched his phone to silent as he left his apartment and stuck it in his pocket, still feeling the buzz of each message in the chat but not bothering to check them anymore.

After all, if anyone could find Josuke, it was him, right?

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He may have spoken too soon…

Okuyasu had spent the better part of two hours searching for Josuke, but hadn’t seen hide nor pomp of his boyfriend anywhere in the rain-drenched streets. The fact that the storm had gotten progressively worse certainly didn’t help things any, nor did the setting sun plunging the town into an even darker landscape.

Frustrated and annoyed by his lack of progress, Okuyasu was about to go check the park next when the faint strumming of a guitar caught his attention. “??” He followed the sound when he heard a familiar voice singing along to the melody. “Josuke?!” The symphony of sounds lead him to a covered walkway bridge where the music echoed off of the enclosed walls. Then, he saw him- sitting on the ground with his guitar in his lap and the guitar case set against the wall beside him. “Josuke..?” He approached the other teen, but apparently he’d caught him between songs as he’d already begun playing a new one by the time Okuyasu said his name.

“I’m standing on a bridge..” Josuke began while strumming out the notes on his guitar with his eyes closed. “I’m waiting in the dark..I thought that you’d be here by now..” He leaned his head back against the wall behind him, his soft voice enhanced by the area’s acoustics. “There’s nothing but the rain..no footsteps on the ground…I’m listening but there’s no sound…”

“……” Okuyasu frowned slightly as he listened to the sad song, deciding to close his umbrella, take a seat across from the other boy, and wait for him to finish- it just didn’t feel right to interrupt him like that..

“Isn’t anyone trying to find me? Won’t somebody come take me home?” Josuke opened his eyes again, but they went straight down to watch his hands as they skillfully played each note. “It’s a damn cold night..Trying to figure out this life..” His eyes slowly drifted up until they met Okuyasu's gaze, not looking surprised in the slightest to see him there. “Won’t you take me by the hand? Take me somewhere new…I don’t know who you are, but I..I’m with you~” The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint, barely there smile that just looked more sad and tired than anything in that moment. “I’m with you..”

“……” Okuyasu offered his boyfriend a small, hopefully more reassuring smile of his own. He even gave a silent wave, but he decided not to talk sine Josuke continued playing.

“I’m looking for a place…I’m searching for a face…Is anybody here? I know…” Josuke sighed, his smile slipping back into the unreadable expression he had when Okuyasu first walked in. “Cause nothing’s going right..and everything’s a mess..” His pitch faltered slightly on that last line, sounding like he’d bitten back a sob as his head tilted downward. “And no one likes to be alone…Isn’t anyone trying to find me? Won’t somebody come take me home..?”

As Josuke relapsed back into the chorus, Okuyasu took the chance to fully take in the other boy’s appearance: His hair still had its usual basic shape, but it was drooping considerably and had water dripping front the ends. There were bags visible under Josuke’s eyes, so he probably hadn’t slept last night. His clothes were all practically glued to him, so he must have just gotten here recently. Most disturbingly of all was the deep, painful sadness that was visible in the normally bright-eyed teen’s colorful eyes.

Okuyasu had never seen him this bad before..

“Oh! Why is everything so confusing?!” Josuke’s voice crescendoed with the intensity of the bridge, echoing off the walls so powerfully that it nearly drowned out the thunderstorm still raging outside of their shelter “Maybe I’m just out of my mi~ind!” The litany of “ye~ah”s that followed broke Okuyasu’s heart as they sounded more and more pained, some closer to sobs of anguish than actual notes, all reaching a peak when let Josuke belted out one loud final “YEEA~AA~AH!” before going quiet for a moment, the only sound being the now considerably softer playing of his guitar. “……It’s a damn cold night…Trying to figure out this life…” His voice had gone as quiet as his guitar for the moment. “Won’t you..take me by the hand? Take me somewhere new..” He finally looked back up at Okuyasu with a sad, broken smile and fresh tears in his eyes. “I don’t know who you are, but I…I’m with you~!” His voice crescendoed again, as did his playing, and he repeated the chorus a couple more times.

Okuyasu frowned with tears in his own eyes as he quietly got up and moved over to the other side of the bridge to kneel down beside his boyfriend. “Josuke..” He whispered as he slowly brought his arms up around the longer-haired boy’s shoulders on the end of the third repetition of the chorus.

The effect was instantaneous- Josuke let his guitar rest in his lap and all but melted into the tender embrace. He turned his upper body so that he could hide his face in Okuyasu’s shoulder, clinging tightly to him as his beautiful voice now let out a muffled chorus of sobs and wails that the other boy was just as willing to hear as he was his earlier song.

They stayed like that for a long time, Okuyasu letting Josuke get every pained noise out of his system until he calmed down.

After he’d finished, Josuke finally pulled away and wiped at his eyes using his sleeve, but that ultimately just made his face wetter. “Sorry, Oku-” His apology was stopped from going any further by the same arms that had been previously wrapped around him now lifting him up to his feet. “Okuyasu?”

Instead of receiving an answer right away, Okuyasu just took Josuke’s guitar from him and put it back in its case. After carefully closing it up, he next unzipped his jacket and put it around Josuke’s shoulders, not caring about it getting wet or about how cold it was now with the damp air clinging to his skin. Once his boyfriend had a warm coat on again, Okuyasu retrieved his umbrella, opened it back up, slung the guitar case’s strap over his shoulder, and wrapped his arm around Josuke’s shoulders with two simple words.

“Let’s go.”

Josuke blinked, looking confused by the statement. “Go..?”

Okuyasu side-eyed him with a confident grin. “Yep. You said it, remember? You’re with me.” He squeezed Josuke’s shoulder where his hand was resting on it, holding him close against his side. “So, let’s go.”

“!!” Josuke’s eyes widened slightly before his look shifted into a much more tender, grateful smile- one that was less heart-wrenching than the one he’d had while singing. “Yeah..” He relented with a barely audible chuckle that shook his shoulders. “I guess I DID say that..” He took the umbrella from Okuyasu and held it in the hand closest to his boyfriend in an attempt to shield them both from the storm. “Let’s go- I’m with you.”

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Once they got back to his apartment, Okuyasu started a hot shower for Josuke and pulled out some spare pajamas for him to borrow. While he got warmed up, Okuyasu went to the kitchen to get some food prepared, figuring the other boy would be hungry since he hadn’t been home in a while. He didn’t have much to work with at the moment, but he did find some left over rice, vegetables, chicken, and even some yosenabe broth from various meals he’d had throughout the week, so he quickly threw them together with some beaten eggs to make a pot of zōsui.

By the time he had everything chopped and mixed and the pot had come to a boil, he heard the sound of Josuke’s bare feet on the tiled floor of his small kitchen. “That smells good..”

“Thanks.” Okuyasu grinned and turned to face his boyfriend. “It’s just some zōsui, but it should be pretty-” He froze for a minute when he saw Josuke standing in the doorway. He was wearing the clothes that Okuyasu loaned him, looking much better in the baggy white shirt and striped blue pajama pants than he had in his soaking wet clothes from earlier. What made Okuyasu freeze, however, was the fact that Josuke’s hair was down. No pompadour, no styling, nothing- he’d just combed it out and left it like that. “You can use my gel if you want, I’ve got plenty.”

Josuke shrugged and walked further into the room, trying to sound calm. “I wasn’t in the mood, I’ll do it later.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Josuke was NEVER not in the mood to do his hair in its iconic style. The only times he’d let it slide were when he was too injured to do it himself, and even then he complained about it until someone else was able to do it for him.

This was way worse than he thought…

“Uh, okay, sure…” Okuyasu tried not to sound as shocked as he felt, turning instead grab two bowls so he could dish out the zōsui. Once he had the bowls filled he grabbed two spoons and sat down at the small two-person table in the corner of the room. “Come on, let’s eat- I’m starving!” He gave Josuke a smile that he hoped didn’t look forced and held the other boy’s spoon out for him.

Josuke smiled back, but it still felt off. “Me too.” He said before taking the offered spoon and sitting across from his boyfriend to eat their simple but warming meal.

They ate in silence. A tense, uncomfortable one that made the weight of what hadn’t been said yet nearly suffocating to Okuyasu. He honestly thought that he might accidentally choke on the food a few times with how hard it got to swallow, but he pulled through. After all, he had to make sure that Josuke was taken care of, right? That’s what good boyfriends- and friends in general- were supposed to do, right?

……

The problem was that he didn’t really know what to do in this situation. This was probably the worst he’d ever seen the other teen since they’d met. Sure, he’d seen the faces and scars and feelings that Josuke had never wanted anyone else to see, and he knew how to comfort him and take care of him when it came to that sort of stuff.

THIS, though..THIS was new.

There was something wrong with Josuke and Okuyasu wanted so badly to fix it and make everything better, but he didn’t even know what was wrong.

He could ask, but he knew Josuke would probably say he was fine like he always did when something was bothering him..

He could try calling Jotaro and Jolyne to see if they had any ideas, but he didn’t want to make them panic and come all the way there in the storm..

He could try distracting him with some TV or something, but it might just feel more tense and awkward..

God, it was times like these that he cursed his stupidity. If he was smarter, then the answer would probably be so much easier to see! He was so useless, he-!

“You ever wonder what life would be like if you weren’t around?” Josuke’s voice suddenly interrupted his self-deprecating thoughts.

“Huh?” Okuyasu blinked in surprise and stared at his boyfriend in confusion. “Whattaya mean?”

“I dunno..just..” Josuke shrugged, looking down at his nearly empty bowl as he idly poked at the last bits of rice and egg at the bottom with his spoon. “Have you ever thought about what everyone’s lives would be like if you weren’t in it? If they would be…better off..?” He seemed to pick up what words were about to come out of Okuyasu’s mouth and re-worded his question. “Not in the ‘I’m going to run away or off myself because I’m a burden to everyone’ way, but just…I don’t know…just asking yourself if you really do anything to make everyone’s lives any better or worse than they already are…”

Okuyasu still frowned slightly at the idea behind the question. “Geez, man..I don’t know..I’m not that smart, so I don’t really think about that sort of stuff…” He let his chin rest in his hand that was propped up on the table, giving the question some thought. “If we’re talking about me, then, yeah, some people would probably be better off if I weren’t around..I mean, my bro would probably still be alive if he hadn’t shoved me away when Chili Pepper attacked…” He frowned a bit more, the memory still painful even after more than a year had passed. He shook his head, trying to dispel the sadness as he returned his gaze to his boyfriend. “But, if we’re talking about you, then no, I can’t think of anyone who’d be better off without you around.”

Josuke gave a short, deprecating laugh, his eyes still staying on his unfinished food. “I can..” He frowned as he stirred the meager contents of his bowl endlessly while he spoke. “If I was never born, then my mom wouldn’t’ve had to drop out of school to take care of me- she could’ve gotten a good job, still lived with her family, and maybe even married a nice guy who actually loved her, unlike my shitty old man. Speaking of him, if I wasn’t born, then his marriage wouldn’t have been ruined and Jotaro’s grandparents would still be together. Then there’s Jotaro and Jolyne, who’d probably have had a better childhood if they didn’t spend it constantly looking out for me.” His grip on his spoon became white-knuckled as he talked, his shoulders trembling slightly. “My grandpa would probably still be alive if someone else had been around to save him…Koichi would still be a normal high schooler and wouldn’t have gotten involved in any of these bizarre adventures…Shigechi would probably still be alive if he hadn’t met us…” He finally stopped moving the spoon and his head tilted downward, both of his shoulders shaking now. “I just…make everyone’s life worse…”

“What about me?” Okuyasu suddenly asked.

“You?” Josuke shook his head, giving another short laugh. “You’d probably be fine without me..hell, your brother might even still be around..”

“Are you kidding? I loved my bro, but even I knew what he was doing was messed up- he’d’ve probably gotten himself killed some other way, even if you never showed up.” Okuyasu stood up from the table and walked around to Josuke’s side, kneeling on the ground so he could force the other boy to look him in the eyes. “And everything else you said is bullshit.” He held up his fingers as he counted off every claim he made. “Your mom said that she never got along with her family anyway, right? Even if she didn’t have you, she’d probably have found some other reason to leave. Besides, she tells me all the time that you were the best thing to ever happen to her! She loves you a lot, Josuke.” He smiled slightly before rolling his eyes on his next point. “And don’t get me started on your old man. He chose to cheat on his wife and then left you and your mom by yourselves- he’s an asshole, if you ask me!” He looked back up at Josuke sympathetically. “And you know Jotaro and Jolyne don’t blame you for what happened- their mom doesn’t either. They LIKE having you around- you’re practically their little brother! And Koichi likes being your friend, so he doesn’t blame you for what happened, either! Sure, his life’s gotten pretty weird, but now he’s got way more friends than he did before, a hot girlfriend, and he gets to go on awesome adventures. As for your gramps and Shigechi…” He paused for a moment, looking away with a frown. “That…was pretty bad…but Angelo was gonna go after your gramps anyway, but you stopped him from getting to your mom or anyone else…and Shigechi…well…that one’s on both of us, if you wanna look at it that way..but most of the fault goes to that bastard Kira.” He sighed before looking back up at Josuke’s face, or at least what he could make out of it with how his head was tilted down and his hair hid his eyes. “Besides, if you weren’t around, my life would be a billion times worse: I’d still be following Keicho, doing what he said and listening to him tell me what an idiot I am…I wouldn’t have any friends…and,” He reached up with both hands and carefully pushed Josuke’s hair out of his face, revealing watery purple eyes. With a teary-eyed smile, Okuyasu cupped Josuke’s face between both hands, wiping away the other boy’s tears with his thumbs. “I wouldn’t have met the guy I wanted to spend my life with.”

“!!” For the second time that night, Josuke stared at Okuyasu in surprise before his expression grew into a tender, adoring smile. A watery laugh found its way out of his throat while his hands found their way Okuyasu’s own face to wipe away his tears in return. “The guy you wanna spend your life with? You sure you can say that after just one year?”

“Hell yeah, I’m sure- I would’ve said it after one month if I’d thought of it back then!” Okuyasu smiled more, gazing at the person he loved with all of his heart. “You’re the greatest guy I know: You’re smart. You’re fun as hell. You’re cool. You’re beautiful. You’re funny. You’re talented. You’re the most amazing person in the world.” He blushed slightly and looked away out of mild embarrassment, but his smile never faltered. “We’re still pretty young, and I don’t have anything I can give you right now- hell, I can’t really afford a wedding yet..but..I know it’s true..” He looked back up at Josuke, ignoring the way his heart pounded and his face burned just looking into those glistening eyes that enchanted him each and every day. “I love you, Josuke. I don’t care if I have to wait two years or twenty years to make it official, I just know that you’re the one I wanna spend the rest of my life with. So…don’t think for a second I’d be better off without you around, because I don’t ever wanna think of my life without you in it!”

Josuke was quiet for a while, simply staring at the other boy. Then, without warning, Josuke unceremoniously slipped out of his chair and tumbled right into Okuyasu’s arms, knocking both of them down onto the ground. Okuyasu was about to ask if he was okay, when three little words reached his ear.

“I’m with you.” Josuke propped himself up on his forearms on either side of Okuyasu’s head and gazed down at him with a grateful smile and a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes. “As long as you want me around, then I’m with you.”

Okuyasu grinned up at the other teen, wrapping his arms around Josuke to pull him back down on top of him. “So does that mean I get to keep you around forever?”

Josuke laughed at that, a bright, genuinely happy laugh that was so much more beautiful than the pained and depressed ones he’d let out before. “If you want me forever, then I’m with you forever, Oku.”

“Works for me!” Okuyasu exclaimed happily before pulling the other boy down into a loving kiss, one that was quickly and eagerly returned.

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A couple of hours later, the pair of lovers had moved to Okuyasu’s bedroom. They were currently cuddling under the blankets with Okuyasu lying on his back and Josuke lying with his head on his boyfriend’s chest as he slept. Okuyasu wasn’t quite asleep yet, but he was working on it. For the moment, he was content to have Josuke there in his arms.

He probably would have fallen asleep just like that if he didn’t feel a familiar buzzing in his pants pocket. “??” Moving as carefully as he could to avoid waking Josuke up, Okuyasu managed to get one arm free and retrieved his phone from beneath the covers.

Looking at the screen, he found a text from Jotaro that was sent separate from the usual group chat.

Jotaro: “Any luck finding him?”

Okuyasu was about to type back a simple reply of “Yeah”, but looking at Josuke’s sleeping, peaceful face gave him an idea.

He raised the phone up high and took a picture of the two of them, smiling up at the camera while gently running his fingers through Josuke’s hair. There’d be time for explanations and stories about what was said and what their plans for the future would be. For now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment.

With that in mind, he sent the picture, along with a fitting caption:

Me: “He’s with me.”

End Notes: So, for the “Anything You Want” topic, I decided to do a sort of combination “Hurt/Comfort” and “Marriage Proposal” story, just because this was one of my favorite parts with these two in the RP that these stories are based off of.

Big thank you to @josuyasuweek for doing this event- it was a lot of fun ^.^

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bunch o’ tag games under the cut

tagged by @dykeangel​ !! ty emilie 

what was your last…

drink - jus woter 

phone call - my phone company

text message - dad

song you listened to - the fall by half alive

time you cried - last night watching jojo rabbit 

have you ever…

dated someone twice - kind of?

been cheated on - not to my knowledge 

lost someone special - yes? i mean not like they died but people have like. left my life u know

been depressed - lmao

gotten drunk and thrown up - Yes. :|

in this year, have you…

made a new friend - Yes ! 

fallen out of love - no

laughed until you cried - Yes. do this a lot in the horny for worms chat

met someone who changed you - u mean like in these 3 months of 2020? no

found out who your true friends are - idk??? i mean i like to think i KNOW already

kissed someone on your facebook list - lol no

general…

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life - like.....most of them.

do you have any pets - yes!!!!!! i have two cats and two dogs

do you want to change your name - yes. i just have to find one that feels right and then go about making the Effort to actually change it

what did you do for your last birthday - i just like. went out for dinner and ice cream

what time did you wake up - like. noon

what were you doing at midnight last night - watching jojo rabbit!!!!!!!

what’s something you can’t wait for - this pandemic to end so i can finally go the fuck to germany

when was the last time you saw your mum - new years eve

what are you listening to right now - nuffink babe

have ever met a person named tom - don’t think so

what’s something that gets on your nerves - my school’s admin giving me Useless info about this pandemic sitch re: my thesis/graduation

what’s your blood type - absolutely no clue. i asked my parents and they don’t know either. it’s a mystery

nickname - prem is a nickname

relationship status - obviously i’m married to daisy tonner sorry ladies ;)

zodiac sign - aquarius

pronouns - they/them

fav tv show - the good place!!!!!!!!!

tattoos - many. got some pics of a few of them in my tattoo tag

right or left handed - right

first…

surgery - none. well i had to be put under anesthesia  once so they could do some weird shit to my teeth cuz i had this nasty infection but idk if that counts

piercing - ears babey

best friend - her name was kalea we stopped talking when i was like 6 or 7 and she recently added me on fb again

sport - LOLLLLLL ME PLAYING A SPORT???? LMAO I HAVE TO LAUGHHHHHHHH

vacation - hmmmm i think going to texas to see my dads family just before my parents got divorced 

pair of trainers - what the fuck are trainers

right now…

eating - nothing

drinking - nothing? water?

i’m about to - get up and make some coffee

listening to - nothing

waiting for - nothing

want kids - NO NEVER

get married - yes bitch !

career - i just want to lie on a hot rock under the sun for several hours of the day 

which is better…

hugs or kisses - both

lips or eyes - eyes

shorter or taller - either would be excellent 

older or younger - don’t care as long as they’re close enough to my age 

romantic or spontaneous - romantic

nice arms or nice stomach - no preference

sensitive or loud - either. both

hook up or relationship - relationship

trouble maker or hesitant - trouble maker

have you ever…

kissed a stranger - i wanna say no but i was a god damn lunatic in high school so it’s possible 

drank hard liquor - Yes a lot

sex on the first date - never been on a date. but i have had s*x with someone after only knowing them for like 5 hours day so

broke someone’s heart - I THINK I DID BUT I DIDNT NOTICE TILL LIKE TWO YEARS LATER

had your heart broken - yes.

been arrested - yes.

cried when someone died - never really known anyone who died besides relatives i’d met maybe once in my life at max, so. n/a

fallen for a friend - i only wanna smash my bros bro

do you believe in…

yourself - eeehhhhhh

miracles - eeeEEEHHHHH

love at first sight - no.

santa claus - no

kiss on the first date - sure !

angels - no

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tagged by @paintedvanilla​ !!! thank

instructions: tag 10 followers that you wanna get to know sorry

name: just prem

nicknames: prem is a nickname :3c

gender: oh no thank you i’m ok

star sign: aquarius

height: 5’9″ (OR exactly 69 inches or 175 cm)

sexuality: dyke

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

fave animal: i like owls and cats

average hours of sleep: god. who knows. not enough

current time: 12:30pm lads

dog or cat person: i mean i love them both but i think i’m a cat person

blankets you sleep with: just my comforter 

dream trip: @ MY SCHOOL JUST LET ME DO MY STUDY ABROAD TRIP TO GERMANY........

dream job: see above

when I made my blog: january 2014

followers: 3798

why i made a tumblr: god who remembers why i did anything in 2014. a bitch was still in high school in 20fucking14

reason for my url: no god damn genders allowed in this fucking house hold thank u Very much

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rules: hit shuffle and list the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people

tagged by @d-quintana​ and @the1975bi​ !!! ilu guys 

ghost - halsey

firefly - breaking benjamin

monster - paramore

i write sins not tragedies - p!atd

broken open - cold war kids

brick by boring brick - paarmore

wild heart - bleachers 

this is gospel - p!atd

don’t stop - innerpartysystem

cliff’s edge - hayley kiyoko

the love club - lorde

anyone else but you - moldy peaches

curse - imagine dragons

west coast - coconut records 

lemon to a knife fight - the wombats

would that i - hozier

killer - the ready set

headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet - fob

snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers - fob

bad side of 25 - patrick stump

[love-and-hisses]

None of the current fosters have been adopted yet - all 6 are still here with us, including the tiny girl with the eyes as big as her attitude, Josephine (JoJo). Her description is below - email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org if you're interested in adopting her and/or any of her siblings!⁠ ⁠ Josephine is the quiet observer of her litter, and while she'll stand back and watch what her siblings do before she joins in, when she does join in she's ALL in. She's tiny but fierce and doesn't hesitate to show her bigger siblings who the boss is. She doesn't mind being held on her back like a baby, or being kissed, but she much prefers it when you hold her up on your shoulder; she'll melt into you and purr while you pet and kiss her. She's very sweet, but we suspect she's got an anonymous blog about us wherein she posts about the strange things we do ("Why do they keep stealing our poop? What are they DOING with it?") She loves toys, will grab at the feather teaser if you wave it near her, but REALLY likes springs, which she'll steal from Beauregard when she's feeling sassy. She needs to be in a home with other cats to play and snuggle with. She gets along great with her siblings, especially Beauregard, Gabrielle and Fleur, if you're looking for a pair.⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/B393cOhnGxl/?igshid=hv0vegd5229h

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Disneyland / Part 2...The Destination! - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 9

( all ) + ( modern ) + ( hc story )

a/n: i wanna go to disneyland so bad // also ah disney has pride merch now that’s so cute ! // ps. i will not make a 3rd part of the ride home cause that’s already too much lmao i just had a lot of fun with the road trip part i wanted to split it up

( this is part two of them actually at disneyland, click here for the road trip and journey of them getting here...it’s a wild one )

warnings: none

background: Every year the newsies all get together and go on their annual Disneyland trip. They drive from Manhattan to Anaheim because it’s cheaper than buying 20+ plane tickets. They also have a collective jar in the lodging house that everyone puts money into to help pay. Davey plans the whole thing for months and somehow things still go wrong. It’s never not a wild ride with their family. But every year they still enjoy it.

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before they left the hotel, Davey made them plan everything out

it wasn’t a strict plan, but he knew that total freedom meant total chaos

he made a set of rules

rule #1 : you cannot be alone, stay with your buddy or a group at all times

rule #2 : meet back at the entrance after the fireworks so everyone can be counted and we can find people who are lost or don’t make it back in time and we can go to the hotel together

rule #3 : have fun

of course Davey would add “have fun” as a rule

he’d forget if he didn’t

they could barely sleep, everyone was so excited

so they got to the parks bright and early at 8am

they grouped themselves off

they ended up with 6 main groups

Jack, Davey, Bill, Darcy, Katherine, Sarah, and Les

Crutchie, Buttons, Henry, and Kenny

Specs, Romeo, Jojo, and Tommy Boy

Smalls, Sniper, and Finch

Mush and Kid Blink

Spot, Race, Albert, Elmer, Mike, Ike, Hotshot, Bart, and Myron

sometimes people broke into smaller groups depending on who wanted to go on what rides, when someone wanted to eat or didn’t, or when some people just wanted to be alone together

the smaller groups stayed together the whole time—Smalls’ group, Crutchie’s group, and Mush’s group—but the bigger groups sometime split up

especially Spot’s group

they started together but by the 3rd ride they split up

they would periodically meet up throughout the day to eat or ride certain rides

mainly the couples split up and the single friends stayed together

Davey and Jack left their group for a little while unexpectedly and it was actually Albert who found them making out in a bathroom stall

“Oh! So it’s like that now, huh? Way to go guys! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, right, Dasilva? You know we aren’t usually like this...it just kinda happened yanno, happiest place on Earth and, uh, we were feeling that.”

“Oh, I can tell! Might wanna pick some tighter pants next time, Jacobs!”

the cocky bastard walked out, finally having something on Davey

he’d never let them live that down

Smalls’ favorite ride is Peter Pan’s Flight

they love that ride with all their heart and their group didn’t mind waiting in like for 45 minutes just to ride it

everyone—and i mean everyone—played heads up while waiting in line

it was just a given—that’s what you do

Race, Spot, Albert, and Elmer all got in a teacup together

it was absolutely chaos

while everyone else spun along nicely and enjoyed the ride

these boys used all of their combined strength—which was a lot—and spun themselves as fast as possible the whole time

Ike almost got sick just watching them

Katherine is a rollercoaster junkie

she rides every coaster and can’t get enough

Sarah also liked rollercoasters!

just not as much

but she does ride every one with Katherine and boy do they have fun

“Wow, I haven’t screamed that much since we left”

Katherine almost choked

( they shared a “special” night together right before they left so they could get a fill and not be as tempted like some other people )

everyone bought ears

it was like an unspoken rule that you had to get a pair every year

this year was special though

this was the first year that disney released its pride collection

so of course everyone was on that

Race spent most of his money on pride merch

he got rainbow shirt, ears, sunglasses, socks, and a pin

he was so happy about the collection, Spot secretly bought a pair of earrings from it and put one in just to see the look of joy on his boyfriends face

it was worth the money

Crutchie ate so many churros

half of his money went to just churros

worth it tho

Bill and Darcy really liked The Little Mermaid ride

obviously

Bill’s love of fish and Darcy’s love of mythical creatures

what other ride would they like more?

they cuddled up close in the seashell and watched the ride play out with so much happiness in their eyes

Sarah and Katherine took the iconic photo of “let’s kiss in front of the castle” and it was the cutest goddamn thing of all time

Mush and Kid Blink made out on Rodger Rabbit’s Cartoon Spin ride

but what’s new

everyone at some point rode Splash Mountain

it’d be a sin if you didn’t

Spot and Race rode it together

Race made Spot sit up front cause his big body could block most of the water

also because Spot was wearing a white t-shirt

“Damn, babe! You haven’t been that wet since the car ride here!”

Specs, Romeo, Jojo, and Tommy Boy all rode the Matterhorn together

and Specs glasses flew off his face during one of the quick turns

after the ride everyone was panicking but he just calmly pulled out a second pair of glasses from his backpack and continued on with his day; unbothered

Crutchie would never admit if his leg hurt but about halfway through the day while walking to the next ride he fell

his leg just gave out and he just sat on the floor trying not to cry

everyone with him helped him up and Buttons got him a wheelchair

it wasn’t all bad though

Crutchie and Buttons got to go to the front of all the lines!

somehow everyone got the idea to meet in toontown at the same time

everyone decided to get embroidered hats

most people got their name or the date or something cute

like Mush and Kid Blink got matching ones that said “Blush”

or how Kenny got one that said “Ken-Ken” cause that’s his nickname of his nickname

and Jojo and Tommy Boy got each other’s pet names on theirs—Jojo’s says “Darling” and Tommy Boy’s says “Sweetheart”

while Jack and Davey got the date of when they first met because it was instantly love at first sight

but some of these dumbasses...are dumbasses

Hotshot would never stoop down to that level of stupidity

so he got together the Brooklyn Boys and got hats that said just that

Mike and Ike have been dumbasses since birth

so their hats got their full names on them

you know

Mike’s said “Michael and Ichael”

and Ike’s said “Isaac and Misaac”

“Those aren’t your real names!”

“And? How would you know my names not Michael Misaac Garcia? And his isn’t Isaac Ichael Garcia? Huh?”

“I—“

Albert and Elmer didn’t get anything too crazy

but they did get a something that just they would understand

they got the date of the day they lost their virginity to each other

and when people ask they just say it’s the first time they said “i love you” to each other

and now Spot and Race

do these boys have ANY chill? ever?

they literally got a sex joke on theirs

Spot’s said “Calvary’s Coming”

and Race’s said “I’m Calvary”

dumbasses

but to even it out, they also got cute ones

cause they are a couple who can do both

so they got “tu sei amore” and “you are love “ on their second pair—Race’s was in Italian because that’s how he always says it to Spot to make him swoon, and Spot’s is the same in English for when he repeats it back

everyone was so scared of getting lost or losing someone

not only because that’s completely terrifying

but because Davey would never let them hear the end of it

for extra caution, some people held hands to not be separated—Katherine and Sarah, Jojo and Tommy Boy, Mush and Kid Blink, Bill and Darcy—some just had a mutual understanding to not wonder off—Specs and Romeo, Jack and Davey, Hotshot and Mike, Albert and Elmer—and some...well not some...just Race

Race was on a fucking leash

like one of those monkey backpacks with the leash for children who wander off

cause every year Race gets lost so this year no one was gonna risk it

Spot holds on to the leash and everytime Race starts running towards another ride he yanks him back

he’s fallen a few times

and every time, mr. dramatic himself will pull the “woe is me” routine and wouldn’t get up until Spot lifted him up

he tried to get Spot to carry him and it only worked once when he actually cut his knee on the ground

it might’ve looked weird but hey, at least Race didn’t get lost this year

when it got dark they all went to the firework show and watched the magic

all the couples decided to be cute and take the “kissing my partner at the fireworks” pics

and they were all fucking adorable

some were soft and cute while others were a little saucier

but they all came out really good

they all met up where Davey told them to meet and they actually all made it there in one piece!

what a surprise! actually!

they all went back to the hotel full of joy, love, and happiness

and they couldn’t wait to go back next year <3

[harvnoshiobana]

salty asks: DO 'EM ALL!

pwryyynce u absolute mad lad djskjfd thank u for the asks 🌼∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿. sorry it took so long! and i left out 25 because that’s the one i spent so long thinking about and i don’t know, i just couldn’t think of anything.

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*jotaro/kakyoin!!!! and also gyro/johnny.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?ghjskjhfdskjkd naah.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*hmmmm. kind of? idk! i wouldn’t say i enjoy jotaro/josuke but i can enjoy the art for them now.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*joseph. sometimes i’m like, juuust post part 2 tho. but then i see him or read a post about how much someone loves him and i’m like, yeah, ok, fuck that dude.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?probably enya?? well, i don’t know if they don’t like her but i never see content for her. i really liked her though, she was funny + a tru ride or die for dio 😔✊.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?arc? mmm i’m not too sure actually. i do love everything about phantom blood though, and i know that’s an unpopular part ; ~ ;

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?i’ve got some reallly unpopular opinions… but i will save those for another time.and since you didn’t specify a character i’m just gonna say i think we should all appreciate giorno for his fucked up morals and goals and stop treating him like a baby… at least just a little!!

and!!!! ok, i know it’s prbly just ppl projecting and having their fun with bruno being mom/dad okkkkk but i don’t see him that way at all. ugghh, i think bruno is such a beautiful character. like?? he’s got jonathan levels of lovely in him and he also has his own personal trauma and fucked up struggles. he’s a good person but he’s also relatable. and to be reduced down to ‘the mommy of the group hehuhee’ is so!!!!!!! frustrating. you are all so ugly.jpg

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?terrible with memes 94% of the time.

15. Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?besides feeling like golden wind could’ve been done better? i’m not sure if i have any yet?? mate am genuinely jus here for a laff x

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?[inserts filler] :_). i’m kinda itching to change giorno’s color scheme. give him his orange eyes & a proper pink suit. where did the green eyes come from? but i think most importantly just redo gw. have giorno & his story closer to the manga. keep bru//gio moments intact. yknow

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…yeah ok instead of that weird blood transfusion thing with joseph coming back to life i would’ve just killed him off and had jotaro suffer more. joseph not being around in part 4 wouldn’t change anything. shizuka would probably not be involved but that’s okay because araki didn’t really do anything with her anyway!!

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?absolutely not lol.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?is there any other ship more pure than jonathan/erina?!! 🤧💕💕💗

21. What are your thoughts on crack ships?i’m a little.. safer with my crack ships. i’m not too big on shipping so its gotta be really interesting if it catches my eye.

22. Popular character you hate?j o s e p h !

23. Unpopular character you love?pet shop! and shinobu!!!!! oh my god, she was one of the most interesting jojo girls/part 4 characters. i love her so much ; ; !!!!!!!!!!!!

24. Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?jojos? yeaaaahhhh ; ;