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catholic-character-tournament · 1 year ago

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Round 2 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side A

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Kristen

Once known as a Chosen of Helio, Kristen lost faith, found out she was gay, escaped the abusive church, and helps a lonely abused goddess return from the dead and continue the goddess of mystery. She also ends up creating her own god in the middle there, but decides it's kind of super annoying and eventually nopes out.

Kristen might be skirting a couple lines here so I'll provide my reasoning for why I think she might belong in the competition but feel free to choose as you wish. Kristen used to follow Helio, and her entire relationship with religion and Helio is meant to show a story of a queer teen leaving an abusive Christian church (I'm not sure if it's specifically Catholic or not, I'm Jewish and don't really understand the differences very well). Throughout the story Kristen meets Helio, finds out how much of a dick he is, finds out how terrible the Church has been and becomes more aware of how her family and the Church are racist/homophobic/abusive/etc., learns more about the world and breaks her ties with the Church, and then goes to find her own faith and a god worth worshipping.

girl is miserable for so much of the first season. girl is battling the brain demons. girl is battling the actual demons. and the actual angels. and the football coach who she knows from church. girl has brothers named bucky bricker and cork. girl invents a new god and cannot get people to convert to her faith apart from a singular dude named craig because she is so visibly annoyed by her own god. girl is gay and has a werewolf girlfriend. girl is so kinky. girl has a dexterity score of 4. not modifier. score. i'm kissing girl on the mouth i love her a lot.

She was a chosen prophet of Helio but oops she’s a very lesbian and so she has to battle with her faith hating gay people as she realizes she is gay people. Early on dies and goes to heaven and discovers Helio is a frat bro and doesn’t really vibe with that. Eventually dies again and fights past angels to get to Helios office and finds her old principal (who died to resurrect her the first time she died, it’s a long story, watch dimension 20, shits wild). And so he makes a deal to help her if she helps him break out of heaven. And also while she’s in heaven she makes a new god whole cloth out of her current beliefs. (She later finds that god annoying because it’s the embodiment of “YES! WOW! YOU CAN DO IT!!” The god turns from YES! Into Yes? In her changing faith. She later resurrects an old god of dreams who was corrupted). But yeah so she has religious trauma out the wazoo. She went to church camp that was actually a front for a cult within the Helioic faith. Idk if it’s Catholicism exactly cause I’m not catholic but it’s clearly parallel so some real world Christ based religion.

At one point they drop 10 stories because they thought they could use their ribbon to fly. They couldn’t.

her entire arc over fantasy high's first season is realizing she was gay and also that her church and the people in it were basically a cult which like SAMESIES and she does end up going to heaven after dying by slipping on corn and getting incredibly disappointed by the jesus equivalent of her universe (his name is helio and he is a frat boy) and after she's resurrected she makes her own god (not very catholic sorry) and preaches about it (pretty catholic of her tbh.) aside from the religious trauma some other kristen fun facts and highlights are that she once ribbon danced down the center of a spiral staircase and lived, she carried a bible around for a good chunk of her freshman year of high school, and her last name isn't a reference to anything because applebees does not exist in the world of fantasy high.

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Caesar Zeppeli Propaganda

(Spoiler for anyone who hasn’t JoJo’d) man gets crushed by a cross shaped rock :(( cries. Also they should have made him do the cross at some point I think that would’ve been fun. Oh also I saw someone draw him as the Fallen Angel painting once and I was like ???? bro is literally Catholic and a Good Guy why would you do this (no hate I just. I honestly have a thing with hating when people redraw good characters as that painting but it’s mostly the mental illness talking so whatever) this isn’t even related idk if this is a thing that should be typed here but. Also his birthday is on the Catholic feast day of Julian of Norwich my beloved I know this because it is Also My Birthday.

He’s Italian, he’s homoerotically involved with Joseph and somehow also divorced from him, he wears pastels, his go-to attack is bubbles, and he died being crushed by a giant rock shaped like a cross.

#kristen applebees #d20 fantasy high #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #caesar zeppeli #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo part 2 #r2losers

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sheetbeat · 2 years ago

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hi! i'm leslie, a multifandom nut.

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SheetBeat is my main, AO3 is 24HoursRemain (◕‿◕✿)

this is a chonky post! sections are a heads-up, my stuff, characters and links.

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I'm 19, based in the UK (BST/GMT) and love a ton of things. Honestly, this post is here mainly to keep my brain sorted, with satisfying anyone's curiosity as a plus.

I'm very into DQXI, Banana Fish and especially Hunter x Hunter. That's not an exhaustive list. The following won't be either, but it's a start!

In the following fandoms I'm less active, but I don't love them any less. If you want to talk to me about these things, that would be just as swell!

- ffvii (mainly the original)

- jjba

- cardcaptor sakura (haven't seen clear card)

- ace attorney (haven't played dgs/gaa yet)

- fallen london

-monster and mawaru penguindrum (these I don't read fic for but I do read a bunch of analysis posts!)

- and reading outside of games / manga (sometimes)! Peake, Poe, Le Guin...

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Should've used one of the many appropriate specific hxh image references for this, like the Troupe's coin-tossing habit and what happened at the Arena around the Succession Contest time. Darn. Anyway...

- My main is SFW, but many of the series I'm into includes more heavy stuff. And my AO3 (sometimes NSFW) bookmarks reflect that, I think!

- Will make it a habit to tag properly. Please let me know if I slip up! Just be aware that I'm a fan of Banana Fish, which is an animanga series that takes a stab at very sensitive and potentially triggering topics. Take care - I'll be as clear as I can with tags so you can make informed judgement calls.

- The same goes for tagging major spoilers. I'll tread even more carefully with ongoing series and manga spoilers.

- By the way, any HxH fan who hates Gon, thinks he's bland /a psychopath / a monster? I respect your opinion, but we're never going to see eye-to-eye on that one 😅

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I have work to do, but fandom is more fun.

- Betaing. I only do one fic at any one time.

At the moment, I'm very busy and very happy working on a HxH!BB entry :D

- HxH nerdcore recs including geek music from Brazil. Gets my minimal language muscles going and transcription is real rewarding. Plus, I get to share some cool songs!

I still need to start my nerdcore recs ^^"

- Greed Island writing prompt fills, provided by the server. It's a great community giving out HxH writing prompts based on the G.I cards among a ton of other challenges.

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I'm a fan of quite a few characters. Naming all of them would take a while. Here are the ones I read about / analyse / think about the most.

Roughly in order, but love isn't a science. I do like a bit of cheesiness.

HxH Gon, Killua, Leorio, Hisoka, Melody/Senritsu, Bisky, Kurapika, Machi, Netero, Knuckle.

DQXI Sylvando/Sylvia : the wholesome jester who is actually a jester.

FF7 Barret and Aerith.

Jojo Josuke, Jolyne, Johnny and Gappy.

Banana Fish Am basic. Ash, Eiji, Shorter, Max.

CCS Tomoyo, Sakura, Syaoran, Toya

Ace Attorney Phoenix, Edgeworth, Maya, Apollo, Larry, Gumshoe, Athena

Monster Lunge, Eva, Tenma, Johan, Grimmer

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...If you want! There's a couple of blogs I've not properly fleshed out. Shorter To Sing and Sheet Dump are pretty empty sideblogs. These are my links:

24HoursRemain is my AO3.

SheetBeat (hello! you're here!) is my main. It's for general fandom shenanigans - mostly HxH.

pop me a message - i love a natter!

Due to timezone tomfoolery and life getting in the way, I don't know when I'll be active. But I love rambling about fandom and hearing others do the same. Feel free to send a DM my way. We can talk about about some amazing series!

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 years ago

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Boop

Finally you responded to that! I’ve been waiting Jojo. Anyway, so this sentence has been messing with me since I read it:

佐野真一郎はタイムリーパーだ

Sano Shinichiro is a time leaper

“Is” as in present tense meaning he’s still alive ??? What if he didn’t die, what if he’s in a coma like state like how Takemichi is when he time travels. Imagine that’s where Takeomi is, “its YOUR turn with Shin’s body”

૮(•̥ ᴗ •̥`✿)ა why does it sound dirty…

-no.1

That bit did originally catch me off guard too. Though I'm not sure if that's because Shinichiro is around somewhere, most likely in some other timeline. Or if it's just Mikey not quite accepting Shinichiro's death again.

Naoto does describe Takemichi as being death like when he leaps.

Now let's say there was a way for Shinichiro to leap right before his death (after all we don't know what his trigger was or if it even had to be another person, that's just Takemichi's rules we have no idea if the same rules actually apply here.) Or if he was knocked out then woke back up before deciding to leap and stay wherever he went for a while. Both are quite far fetched since it would involve having to keep Shinichiro's body away from the authorities and basically playing dead while his family desperately needed him (poor Emma and Izana). But I don't think it's impossible.

Or it's Mikey not accepting Shinichiro's death and accidentally slipping into the present tense again. He has done this before when he refused to accept Shinichiro's old stuff as now belonging to him. Draken even says "it is" as opposed to "it was". I'm assuming this is because Mikey refers to it in the present tense as being Shinichiro's stuff.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers spoilers #that would be so strange though like shin is just chilling in another timeline this whole time #manjiro sano #shinichiro sano

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misschifuyu · 4 years ago

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Can I get boyfriend headcanons (with nsfw) of Sanzu and Kokonoi? Also, I wanted to say I’m loving your blog and your writing! Thank you!

- hi there babe !! tysm im so so glad to hear that you like my blog omg ;; here are the hcs you asked for of the best boys ♡

Sanzu and Koko boyfriend headcanons + n/sfw

characters: sanzu haruchiyo + kokonoi hajime

genre: fluff + n/sfw

warnings: explicit content, orgasm denial, oral (both)

Sanzu

so ive already done some relationship hcs for him, but there can never be too much sanzu content so we will continue from those already written

going on a date with sanzu won't be something particularly regular, however when circumstances come together to allow you to spend time with your boyfriend, he will definitely try and make up for the lack of outings

he's not someone who would enjoy a simple date in a café. sure, if you wanted to sit for a while in Starbucks, he will reluctantly tag along behind you

though he hasn't a clue what any of the ridiculous names on the menu mean

but you will find him growing bored quite quickly. so make sure to get him out of the coffee shop and find something else to do. shopping is a prime example, but other times sanzu likes to actually do something fun

that is, if you happen to pass by an arcade, prepare to be dragged into it

doesn't matter if you didn't have any change on you, this was a date after all, so sanzu will be more than happy to pay for the games

he's surprisingly - and, honestly, concerningly - good at those shooting games where you have a prop of a gun

you don't know where he got those skills from, but you figured it was probably best not to ask

he's shit at racing games though. he won't admit to a loss against you, ever

instead, it would always be because of a distraction or because the game itself was rigged

he can be quite the stubborn one at times

but if you took him out to get a snack, he'll completely forget about getting overlapped by you, several times, in the race.

he's got a sweet tooth, so anything of the sugary sort will bring his mood up

when you brought him a bundle of sweets for his birthday he practically proposed to you on the spot he was so happy

and he pays extra attention to whatever you show a liking towards. he stores away these pieces of information and will make use of them in moments you would least expect it

now...onto the spicy content

okay so I don't see sanzu being vanilla

he probably isn't as freaky as some would presume, but he definitely isn't just going to make love to you and call it a day

the thing about him is that he's impatient

if you start to tease him, be it with subtle kisses on his neck or passing your hand over a certain spot of his trousers, he won't only get riled up in a matter of seconds

he'll also just straight up pounce on you or drag you off to somewhere a little more secluded if you were in public

it drives him absolutely crazy if you happen to have long nails and leave scratches on his back

it lets him know that he is, indeed, making you feel like a million dollars just by using his body

and it just...he loves it

foreplay will very rarely involved receiving oral on his behalf; he likes to leave that for later

when your hair is a mess and you've got a fucked-out expression before even going down on him

it would be like a half-time, though you didn't really get to rest much during said time

he won't hold back by that point, so you'd always have to stabilise yourself with your hands on his thighs unless you wanted to choke on him

he will, however, go down on you before getting into the main act, as he liked to call it. he'd always praise you on how good you taste

looking down to see his piercing eyes staring back up at you, the scars beside his mouth showing ever so slightly..

it was a sight you couldn't keep up for very long as your strength would falter at movements of his tongue

when it comes to positions, sanzu usually likes to be in one that will allow you to hang onto him for dear life as he pounds into you

he also loves taking you from behind, but only because it allows him to pull you back by your hair and whisper the filthiest words you have ever heard his mouth speak

"you like that? huh?...I figured as much from a slut such as yourself, now keep those noises coming before I make you scream even louder, babe"

bruises on your knees would always show up if he decided to keep you on all fours for the whole time

and he wouldn't always let you have the privilege of being on the softness of a bed

no, he'd do you anywhere

so be sure your wearing some easy fitting clothes

just so you don't have to struggle whilst putting them back on after making his car windows steam up in the middle of a parking lot

just before a meeting with bonten, no less

Koko

same as sanzu, ive written a few hcs for him too, but we shall do a few more bc koko supremacy

right so...hair

so we all know that koko styles his hair and it looks quite pleasing to the eye, what with the half of his hair flowing down at the side of his face

now, what you didn't know is that koko gets up pretty early to be able to sport this look for the whole day. we're not talking 8am, no. 5:30am, the reason completely unknown to even you, his partner

he would wake you up once, having slept over at his place, as much as he tried to slip his arm from under you as carefully as he could

wondering what on earth he was doing, you would get up at trace his footsteps to his bathroom, seeing him with a comb in his hand at an abnormally large pot of hair cream on the sink

he hadn't expected you to wake up, but he would quickly invite you to sit on the toilet seat upon hearing you ask what he was doing

from that moment on, you would always ask to try and style his hair whenever you stayed over, or even just play with it

admittedly, he loves the feeling of your fingers run through his hair as you'd try your best to make it look just as perfect as it always did

it would fail, the first few times, which would result in you just putting it up into a side ponytail cue jojo siwa reference

all in all, though, he quite enjoyed it whenever you'd play with his hair, so you were more than welcome to do so

as a result, he would ask about your hair routine or, if you didn't really have one, your skincare routine

he'd always be amazed at your smooth skin whenever he held your face to give you a kiss

so you'd best drop him the tips and tricks

some weekends, the two of you would do a sort of spa day, where you'd both shower - or bathe, depending on how motivated you felt - and run through haircare and skincare together

koko really liked the facemasks you'd bring over whenever you did this, especially when you would struggle to put in on your face because they could sometimes be a little tricky

think of it as a cute, couple's day off, which he would always look forward to at the end of the week

but he'd never admit this to anyone, not a chance

onto the n/sfw side of this man...

much like sanzu, he's not a vanilla person. but he does have his fair share of kinks

orgasm play is right at the top of said list. he absolutely loves to be fully in control, and watching you writhe around each time he'd bring you close to your high, he'd take his hand, or anything else, away from where you'd most need him

his stare would always turn slightly darker when he'd see you before him, at his mercy and covered in sweat, and he wished he could capture the moment forever

he's give you a good three to four failed orgasms until he would let up his teasing act, but not before he'd get you to beg for him

it would always send shivers down his spine when he'd watch your almost tear ridden eyes look up at him, pleading for him to just give in already

"I don't know...you just look so pathetic each time I do it, I almost want to just leave you here and let you get off by yourself"

his sly smile would always stick with you as he'd utter out any words to you, right before giving you one last swipe of his hand between your legs and bringing you towards him

as much as he would usually be the one in charge, loving how you'd feel around him and making the bed creak with every thrust, if you tried hard enough you could turn the tables

he'd be a bratty sub, mind you, but watching him come undone beneath you will be worth the struggling to actually get him in that position

whenever you'd ride him, his hands would always be roaming the curves of your body, trying to get ahold of as much of you as he could

it would be a way to try and get back into control, but as soon as you'd squeeze around him, he'd fall back into his almost helpless state

but, back to him being the one pounding into you, expect him to bring you as close to him as possible

one of his favourites is bringing you up from being on all fours up to his chest, watching you struggle as you try to stay upright as he'd suck the skin on the back of your neck

"so much for being in control, you pathetic whore"

you never got out of there with functioning legs, that much was true

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers koko #hajime kokonoi #koko x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #n/sfw

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beneathashadytree · 3 years ago

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hey !! it’s kome from twt ! congrats on reaching

1k + and here’s my request 🥺 a fluff piece for Joseph Joestar in JJBA, prompts 20 and 24 please

SEEKING COMFORT - JOSEPH JOESTAR X READER

Warnings : very brief mentions of death, Joseph is a tease, one curse word, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff (but I sprinkled in some angst agahsj sorry)

Word count : 0.5K words

Prompt : "Why are you hiding against me like this?" and "Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute."

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Joseph had barely made it through the front door before something small catapulted across the hallway and threw itself at his side. A little startled, and mind just a little fuzzy after spending so many hours sifting through paperwork in his real estate office, it took him a couple of seconds for the brunette to register just what exactly was the presence digging into his shirt.

Laughing heartily, he couldn't help but feel affection swelling in his chest. Raising his prosthetic hand carefullly so as not to accidentally get tangled with their hair, he squeezed them into a tight hug that must've knocked the air out of them. At that, they only burrowed their head deeper into his muscular chest, a hum being pulled from the back of their throat as his other hand rested at the back of their neck, gently stroking.

Bright green eyes twinkled playfully as he grinned, "I'm sure as hell not complaining about the attention, but why are you hiding against me like this?"

"Took a nap after work. Had a bad dream about... back then," their voice came out muffled against his ironed shirt, and the cheeky grin slipped into something more sympathetic and tender.

Joseph knew all too well what they were referring too; even he had had his doubts three years ago that he would make it after the volcanic explosion. His absence during the time period he'd been nursed back to health meant that he'd been completely MIA for a long while, and he was sure his beloved had counted him among the dead.

He couldn't begin to imagine just how terrified and heartbroken they must've felt; heaven knows if the roles had been revered he'd have probably wallowed in his misery forever, cradling his wounded heart in his hands and hiding it behind a façade of bravado in front of everyone else---and knowing that they'd been in that position, wondering if he'd ever make it back to them, and eventually surrendering to the fact that he was gone, Joseph wished he could somehow make it up to them with some grandiose display of affection.

Pulling them impossibly close, the only Joestar sent a silent prayer Upstairs for keeping them---somehow---safe and together, before speaking in a much quieter voice than they were used to from him, "What do you say we spend the rest of the day in bed? Maybe make out for a bit? I'm already tired as shit, and I kind of want to make up for having not been there when you woke up."

Nodding almost imperceptibly, they whispered, eyes shut, "That sounds good, yeah. Thanks, JoJo."

Picking them up like they weighed absolutely nothing and trying his best not to jostle them, Joseph kissed their cheek as he carried them away into the bedroom, his rolled-up sleeves helping his muscles flex easier as he crossed the threshold to their bedroom.

"Oh, and by the way."

A questioning hum came in return, before that mischievous smile made its way onto his handsome face once again, "You might want to take a look in the mirror, babe. Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute."

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend

#imagine #oneshot #fluff #anime #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo part 2 #jojo's bizarre adventure battle tendency #battle tendency #jojo x reader #jojo oneshot #jojo fluff #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #joseph joestar oneshot #joseph joestar fluff #comfort #domestic

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kopikokun · 4 years ago

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Snack Run with a Snack༄ j.jh

↳ On your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. You’re a little peeved, but at least Jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x camera operator!reader (feat. johnny, jungwoo & doyoung)

genre: fluff, comedy, co-workers to lovers

warning(s): expletives

word count: 3526 words

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: crush (souly had) ✧ mango love (shawn wasabi, satica) ✧ make you feel pretty (lovelytheband)

Request 39: Jaehyun x Staff!Reader during movie night where she’s an extrovert and is close to all of the members.

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Your fortnightly movie nights are always something you anticipate eagerly, no matter how frequent or repetitive they may be. It’s always nice being able to take a breather from the grievous monotony of your daily schedule to just kick back and—essentially—do nothing. You know the rest of the members cherish these ephemeral moments too, because despite all odds, they’ll valiantly try to show up and join you, or at the very least make an appearance. Once, Ten had even barged in, still with his extensions intact.

To be fair, you’re not any better. When you heard that Jaehyun was participating the other day, you had dropped all other priorities just to come over. Safe to say, your roommate was not pleased seeing the state of the abandoned living room.

Your vision sweeps the perimeter of the room. Usually, it’s packed to full capacity, but there are only four others here besides you today.

“The glasses.” Doyoung purses his lips, planting his stare on a startled Jungwoo. “Where are the glasses? I thought I told you to get them?”

Jungwoo smacks a hand to his mouth, the sound of skin against skin so loud that you wince on his behalf. “It totally slipped my mind. Honest to God. I got sidetracked.” He clasps your—an innocent bystander’s—shoulder with such force that you physically jolt forward. Jungwoo flashes you his signature million dollar smile.“Hey, could you be a dear and help me out? I still haven’t decided what movie we should watch tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.” You grimace, already turning on your heel, mumbling, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Thanks!” he calls after you. “And sorry!”

His voice cuts through the hurried chattering between Jaehyun and Johnny which comes into earshot as you step into the kitchen. Their mouths move at the speed of bullet trains and Jaehyun’s hands flutter around his pensive face frantically. Maybe it’s the rose-tinted lenses, but the sight endears you. The slightest of chuckles escapes your lips at his delirium.

Their bodies seize, their zealous conversation slipping into a steady silence.

“What’s wrong?” you smirk. “Were you guys talking about me?”

“No,” Jaehyun snaps, so quickly that it almost prickles. “Why would we be talking about you?”

“Ouch,” you pout, masquerading the sting with a frivolous cadence . “How mean.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. “What are you doing here? I thought you were, uh, clearing the table?” There’s a nervous edge to Jaehyun’s voice which insinuates that he knows something you don’t.

“I was, but then Jungwoo asked me to get the glasses in his stead since he’s too busy fussing over which movie we should watch.”

Johnny laughs. “I should go help him out then, or he’ll be stuck on the selection page for ages.” He pats Jaehyun’s back as he leaves. “Don’t make a fool of yourself.”

You toss an inquisitive glance at Jaehyun. He turns away, cheeks blooming with colour.

Admittedly, you’re more than intrigued by what Jaehyun had been so ardently conversing about. A small part of you whispers the possibility of it being you, and your heart soars. Now you’re the one getting sidetracked. Of course, you are. This is one of the rare moments you and Jaehyun have shared alone. Although you see him almost daily, there’s always someone closeby; a fellow staff or member of the group. And while you’d consider yourself someone who thrives in social situations, there’s nothing more you desire than a few seconds in solitude with the charming man.

You swing the plywood cupboard door open, extinguishing your idle delusions, the handle cool in your grasp. Three shelves greet your vision; each stuffed full with either miscellaneous tableware or seldom used kitchen utensils. You spot the mug you gave Mark for his birthday collecting dust in the corner and scoff bitterly. And he said it’s his ‘favourite mug’.

Your face screws in bewilderment. Usually, the glasses are graciously arranged on the bottom shelf; easily accessible for the people who are less gifted in the height department (namely you). Strangely, today they are at the very top, shoved deep inside, so far in that you’d think that it had been done with malicious intent. If they were in the middle, perhaps you could’ve reached them with a little extra effort, but given their current position, even on your tiptoes you wouldn’t even come close. The tips of your fingers barely graze the bottom portion of the glass. You huff.

“Do you need help?”

Your head swivels to see a clearly humoured Jaehyun, his eyebrow arched.

“Yeah, someone’s kept the glasses on the top shelf,” you grumble, tenaciously continuing to reach for them despite knowing that you and your height—or rather, lack of it—have been bested. “Must’ve been Johnny. The tall-ass.”

“You’re probably right. It wouldn’t be his first time either.” You groan in exertion. “Hold on, let me help.”

“Thanks, Jae—”

Your eyes widen and your stature stiffens. Just the smell of his aftershave is enough to knock you out.

Jaehyun’s chest presses against your back firmly. His hot breath tickles your neck; the fine hairs stand on end. His right arm, hugged in the most breathtaking way by a black sweatshirt, reaches forward while his left is planted on the counter in front of you, caging you in. You’ve done your fair share of ogling at Jaehyun’s more than ravishing physique before, but only from afar. At this proximity however, you can individually trace every vein on his forearm. They’re like roots branching across the ample muscle. God, you’re making it very apparent that you’re staring.

While probably not the most proficient, you don’t dispute this method of reaching for glasses. You’re sure Jaehyun knows there are better ways to do this too.

Stunned, you all but stare in what you can only describe as awe at Jaehyun’s side-profile. Sharp lines accentuated by peculiarly delicate features, you can’t help but imagine how it would feel like running your fingers over the curves of his cheekbones, the arch of his nose and the dip of his cupid’s bow.

Jaehyun’s gaze latches onto yours, his arm still hanging above your head. You swallow dryly before licking your lips. Jaehyun’s jaw clenches, the movement guiding his eyes to them. The counter is digging into your hip.

“I got the glasses,” he breathes, your vicinity means you can practically taste the mint on his tongue.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

Neither of you move farther or closer to each other.

Jaehyun places the glasses beside you. “I should probably go set up the projector now.”

“Yeah, you should.” No, don’t.

He nods curtly, prods the inside his cheek with his tongue and shuffles out of the kitchen. You lean on the counter, recomposing yourself. Your heart pounds in your ribcage. Jaehyun’s lingering aftershave muddles any chance of a coherent thought.

What was that?

Sure, over the past week or two, you and Jaehyun have made your ever augmenting attraction to one another remarkably tangible, but neither of you had acted upon it. Until now.

Dazed, you almost forget to do what you had initially come in here for. You have to literally turn a 180 to retrieve the five glasses which sit innocuously on the countertop; they lay witness to your sins.

“So, how’d it go?”

“Did you do it?”

“Well, technically no, but—”

The four men are huddled together in the middle of the living room, each with equally suspicious expressions carved into their faces. Jaehyun’s back is turned to you as he’s hunched over, almost like he’s sharing some petty gossip.

You set the glasses down on the communal dining table, shift your weight on one leg and perch your hands on your hips like a disgruntled teacher waiting for her class to fall silent. Doyoung is first to sense your presence, nudging Johnny and jutting his chin towards you.

You can’t suppress the snort that courses through you when—simultaneously—all four of them disperse. It looks almost rehearsed.

“Why are you guys acting so weird today?”

Johnny sputters, Jungwoo chokes on presumably his own spit, Doyoung makes a sound which resembles more of a wheeze than a cough, and Jaehyun’s body goes completely rigid.

“We’re not acting weird,” scoffs Johnny.

You’re unconvinced. Just the way the whole room was immediately shrouded in a thick cloud of tension at your question was very telling.

“Yes, you ar—”

“Alright then,” Jaehyun clasps both of his hands together like a middle-aged man in the midst of a conference, “the movie! Jungwoo, what did you pick this week?”

Jungwoo hammers a fist to his heaving chest. “I picked Jojo Rabbit.”

“Oh, Minji noona watched it the other day. She told me it was so good she cried,” Johnny says. “And she rarely—if ever—cries over movies, or anything, really.”

“Why didn’t she and the others come over today? They’re always here for movie night.” By the others, you’re referring to the rest of the staff who are usually present. Being more or less the same age, the members naturally gravitated towards the rest of you; your closeness in years meant that you could easily relate to one another. You’d consider yourself a decently convivial person as well, which was probably another fundamental factor.

Once again, a restless fog congests the room. You seem to have struck another nerve.

Jungwoo tightens his grip on the remote. “They were… busy.”

His spontaneous lie is deplorable at best, but you let it slide.

You assume they think your conjectures have diffused because they seem to share a relieved glance; Jaehyun casts an appreciative smile to the bunch. He clears his throat. You don’t miss the mental exchange between him and Johnny, who grins wittingly.

“How about the snacks?”

All eyes are on you.

Your eyebrows cinch. “What?”

“The snacks,” Jungwoo reiterates. “You’re on snack duty.”

The way he says it makes it sound like you were aware of this. “No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, we told you in the groupchat,” Doyoung says. Jungwoo seems to be restraining a smile.

“No, you in fact, did not.” Scorned by this blatant accusation, you begin fishing your phone from your front pocket to show the others that none of you had come to that agreement.

Jaehyun’s hand coils around your wrist, halting your movements. “I’ll come.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ll come along with you to get the snacks,” his grip loosens, “if you want me to.”

“Oh.” Your arm falls limp to your side. You study Jaehyun’s earnest gaze. “Sure.”

It’s painfully palpable that the rest of the group were expecting this; their lips curling with a smirk of gaiety.

“Great, I’ll go grab some cash.”

You really should have thought twice about letting Jaehyun tag along.

“You should’ve stayed at home.”

“I wanted to come.”

You’re reasonably terrified, both for you and Jaehyun’s sake. Getting recognised out in public is an all too plausible scenario, and you really do not have the resolve or strength to fend off a horde of fans right now.

“Relax, it’s like 11pm. Nobody’s going to be just walking out here. At least, not anybody sober.”

While he makes a valid point, you’re still skittish. “Alright, but keep your head down.”

“How will I see where I’m going?”

Collecting your wits, you reach for his hand to tug him forward. “I’ll lead the way.”

Though Jaehyun is more than capable of staying grounded in his spot, you drag him along with relative ease, like a lifeless rag doll.

“I… was just kidding.”

Not looking back, you say, “Does that mean you want me to let go of your hand?”

Brazenly, Jaehyun intertwines his fingers with yours, strengthening his palm’s embrace. A jolt of exaltation zips up your spine.

“No, don’t.”

The remainder of the brisk walk to the convenience store is spent in exhilarating quietude, one that conveys a hundred messages. Not once does Jaehyun’s hold of your hand weaken.

The intimacy of the store welcomes you wholeheartedly. From its single constantly flickering bulb, that one cooler door with the rickety handle, and to the out-of-order slushie machine, you could peruse this store with your eyes closed. Being NCT’s camera operator first and designated snack buyer second, you’ve been in here more times than anyone should ever have to be in a lifetime.

It’s not the most popular store on the block. Their selection is limited, their interior outdated, but in your humble opinion, they are leagues ahead of any other store out there. Plus, it’s usually vacant, meaning minor risk of being spotted. Other than you, Jaehyun and the single weary employee, there’s only one other person in here, a tattered hood draped over their head. While they’re sketchy in a certain sense, you’re confident that they don’t pose a threat to you or Jaehyun’s safety.

“I’ll go get the crisps and you get the chocolates,” you declare, standing on your tiptoes.

“Chocolates? We’re getting chocolates? We already have some in the fridge.”

“Okay, then I’m getting chocolates.”

Another reason you love this place to bits is because of its prices. Everything is outrageously cheap. The first time you had visited, wet behind the ears, soul bursting with vigour yet pockets embarrassingly empty, you almost cried. You had one of the best dinners of your early adult life in this very store. Sure, it was just a truckload of processed, packaged food, but here’s the thing: it was a truckload. And when you’re as financially stable as a thumbtack balancing on the tip of its point, a truckload of food is a blessing bestowed by the Gods.

So, safe to say, you and Jaehyun definitely got your money’s worth.

In fact, in the time the two of you expended scouring the aisles for tid-bits, a forlorn cloud had consumed the sky. It had started raining. Lightly at first, but the drizzle had swiftly transitioned into a furious storm.

Thunder claps in the distance, the sound so tumultuous it shakes the tiles of the store floor, the vibrations so intense they reach the tip of your head.

“Do you have enough money for an umbrella?” you ask.

“Even with an umbrella, I think it’d be too dangerous for us to go out there,” Jaehyun says, and as if to illustrate his point, another bolt of lightning strikes the Earth. The convenience store trembles. “And no, I don’t have enough money for an umbrella.” From the tone of Jaehyun’s voice, his delight is hidden by the pretense that he too is upset by this development.

“Then I guess we’ll have to call one of the guys to pick us up.”

Jaehyun’s expression immediately turns sour. “I mean, yeah… I guess we could.”

Under normal circumstances, you would have been pouncing at the opportunity to spend some quality one-on-one time with Jaehyun, alas, three other undoubtedly starving men are waiting for your return.

A long, dull white counter, meant for customers to sit and eat at faces the heavy gloom outside. Droplets of rain cling to the glass like fluorescent crystals embedded to cave caverns, before slipping down in a wavering trickle, racing each other to the bottom. You take a seat on one of the plastic stools and Jaehyun takes the one beside you, dropping the bag of snacks to the floor.

“Hello?” Johnny’s sonorous voice greets through your speakers.

Jaehyun stares at you, anguished. To his right, the hooded stranger from earlier slips into the third stool, leaning forward and shelving their chin on a palm. They stare outside the window.

“Hey, Johnny. We got the snacks, but Jaehyun and I have a separate problem.”

“I know. It’s pouring.”

“Exactly,” you nod. Jaehyun looks like he’s about to crumble into a heap of anxiety. “Can you pick us up? We don’t have enough cash to hail a taxi.”

There’s a commotion on the other side of the line; hushed discussion and rustling of fabric. You can’t pick up a lot, only the words, “Yeah.” and “So, that’s what we’ll say?”

“Sorry,” Johnny finally says, after much delay. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

Beside you, Jaehyun visibly perks.

“Car’s being repaired,” he replies languidly. “Mark popped a tyre while learning to drive the other day.”

You groan. “You’re joking.”

“Dead serious.”

“God, the car just had to be out today of all days.”

“Sorry, it can’t be helped,” Johnny sighs, a twinge of mischief to his voice. “The matter’s out of my hands.”

“It’s fine. We’ll just… wait it out or something.”

“We’ll try and see if any of the others can swing by and pick you guys up, so just stay put for now.”

“Alright thanks, Johnny. Sorry about tonight.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he says. “Have fun with Jae.”

The call ends with a click before you can probe Johnny further.

“No go?” Jaehyun chirps.

You shake your head. “No, though you don’t seem bummed out about it.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “It’s not often I can spend some time alone with you anyway. In a way, I’m glad.” You bite the flesh of your cheek, face turning hot. Jaehyun turns in his seat, reaching down for the plastic bag. “And, we have snacks to—”

His eyebrows furrow.

“Jae?” His adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “The snacks?”

“They’re… gone.”

“What?”

“I put them right here beside me, but they’re gone! I swear I—”

The bell above the door chimes as the mysterious figure—the one who had been sat beside Jaehyun mere seconds ago—dashes out, with, lo and behold, a very familiar plastic bag dangling in their grasp.

You point a finger towards them. “They stole our snacks!”

Jaehyun’s head whips around to gawk at the culprit who has already made their way out of the store, head-first into Mother Nature’s wrath. He leaps out of his seat, hell-bent on chasing the person down, practically foaming at the mouth. “Motherfucker—”

This time, you’re the one who grips his wrist. “Jaehyun, wait. It’s not worth it.”

“They just stole all of our snacks! Am I supposed to just watch them get away with them?” he seethes. If not for his genuinely fuming expression, you would’ve laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“They already had a head-start, Jae. I doubt you’ll be able to chase them down. And what if someone sees you? How are we supposed to explain why Jung Jaehyun of NCT was sprinting in the rain after a stranger with a bag of snacks?”

His shoulders sag. “But… our snacks… and your chocolate! What about your chocolate?”

“It’s fine. I didn’t even get the version I liked. They were all out of the original ones.”

Jaehyun slumps back into his seat, defeated. “Should we call the police?”

You snicker. “And tell them our snacks got stolen? They’d laugh in our faces.”

“I hate that you’re right. I wish they’d treat snack theft with the same severity of other crimes,” he jests, despite still being obviously disheartened. “Hope whoever that was gets struck by lightning and fucking sizzles out there.” He cards a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Jae. I mean, who the hell steals snacks anyway?”

“No, not that. Well, I am sorry about that but what I meant was... I screwed this up.”

“Screwed what up?”

“You know how everyone was acting really strangely today?”

“You guys weren’t being very secretive about it.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, well, it was because they were helping me get us alone.”

Jaehyun’s confession is like the final piece of a puzzle; the final thread to connect all the dots together. “So that explains why everyone collectively decided to not show up today, and why the glasses were on the top shelf, and why you guys said I was on snack duty when I clearly wasn’t! And I bet the car isn’t even busted too!”

He nods, a wry smile etched onto his lips. “The glasses weren’t actually a part of the plan, but in the end, they were in my favour, so I’m not pissed about it.” You flush as the memory floods you. “They did all of that, and yet I still blew it.”

“Who said you blew it?” you say. Jaehyun lifts his head to look at you. “We’re alone right now, aren’t we?”

He swipes his tongue over his teeth. “Well, yeah, I suppose we are.”

“So, just tell me you like me already.”

Jaehyun jerks back in his seat. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew,” you grin, “because, I like you too.”

His face breaks out into the widest smile possible; one that stretches his lips so much that it must ache. “You do?”

“Yes, I do,” you giggle. “Even though you got our snacks stolen.”

By the time you two make it back to the dorm, clothes dripping rainwater onto the carpet, lips swollen from stolen kisses, and smiles teeming with euphoria, the rest of the street is already dark. Johnny, Jungwoo and Doyoung greet you with knowing smiles and playful comments.

“Look, I’m super happy for you guys and stuff but,” Jungwoo gestures to your empty hands, “where the hell are the snacks?”

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quadballz · 3 years ago

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𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓; one

࿔*:･ﾟi.

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BOTH GIRLS sat in the lobby of the hospital, (y/n) still flipping through the pages of the book. "So, are there any clues as to who he is?" asked Yasuho as she rested her chin on the other girl's shoulder. (y/n) shook her head, scanning over the pages like she had been doing ever since they had found the man a day prior. "I want to say that he's a Joestar but I can't confirm anything unless we find a family tree or something," sighed (y/n), closing the book with a huff, "plus, once great-great-grandma passed away, my Kishibe-side put that motto in place so I doubt we have any recent information on the Joestars."

Yasuho pouted solemnly as her grip tightened around the two packages of Sesame Honey Dumplings. (y/n) looked at the other girl from her peripherals, with a soft smile. "I'm sure we'll figure out who he is," (y/n) paused to place a hand on Yasuho's shoulders, only for her to whip her head to look at her with a furrowed brow. "What even are the mottos you're talking about?" Yasuho asked while scouring the other girl's face for answers and only receiving a strained smile.

"Well, as a Kishibe, I was told to never trust a 'Jojo' but as a Speedwagon, it looks like I always have to help a 'Joestar'; and as you can tell, there's a 'Jo' in 'Joestar'," she explained to Yasuho who still wasn't too satisfied. (y/n) smiled and stood up, holding out a hand to the pink-haired girl. "Don't worry," she assured as Yasuho took her hand, "I'm definitely going to fulfill my role as a Speedwagon. Even if he isn't actually a Joestar." Yasuho gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat and her ears burn.

After pulling Yasuho up, (y/n) turned away, looking at the passersby without a clue as to why she was doing so. "P-plus, it might take a while, but I'm sure he'll figure out who he is eventually! In the meantime, why don't you take those dumplings to him?" Yasuho looked down at her gift and (y/n)'s lack of one. "Hey, didn't you say you'd get him a get-well gift?" Yasuho questioned, while (y/n) gave a playful scoff. "Yeah, of course! I have it right-" (y/n) froze at the sight of her great-great-grandma's old notebook— she forgot.

(y/n)'s gaze robotically fell onto Yasuho's second box of dumplings. "Yasuho, darling," (y/n) began with a few 'seductive' blinks of her eyelashes and with an arm on the wall by Yasuho's head, "think I could have that second box of dumplings?" Yasuho's brow furrowed as she gave (y/n) a knowing look. "That won't work on me, honey. The other box is for Joshu." (y/n) groaned and put her face in her hands, hoping to cover her flushed expression. And also because, ugh, Joshu existed and she just had to be reminded.

"Ugh. Right. That asshole is here too," (y/n) groaned while Yasuho began pushing her in the direction of the gift shop. Yasuho seemingly didn't have a comment on (y/n)'s hatred for him but the girl was far too nice to ever really have such a strong opinion on someone. "Do I have to get him something?" (y/n) whined while Yasuho gave her a tight-lipped smile, "aww, but Yasuhoo, I don't wannaaaa." "If I had to, so do you."

After a reluctant trudge over to the shop, the two girls found themselves standing in front of a shirt with an out-of-date slogan on it. While Yasuho looked through other clothes, (y/n) looked at it with proud tears in her eyes. "I...I think Mr. Joestar would love this," she said with a smoldering look, "I think it would be good to see him in it as a reference for that character I was telling you about." Yasuho looked at the shirt and back to (y/n) with a raised brow, "oh, c'mon (y/n), don't use the poor guy as reference material."

(y/n) hummed and took one final look at the shirt before tilting her head to the side, a pout on her face. She was really hoping to use him as a reference but if Yasuho was telling her not to, she'd have to listen. Well, at least while Yasuho was around. As she put the shirt back, (y/n) saw a bright pink scarf with sequins on it. In an instant, it was in her arms— a tacky gift for a tacky guy by the name of Joshu.

"Is that for who I think it is?" Yasuho asked while stifling a laugh, "please tell me it is." (y/n) gave her a wide grin before showing it off. "If you must know, it is for our dearest friend Joshu who requires some sparkle to bring back his eyesight." Yasuho doubled over before taking hold of the fabric, "I can't wait to see his reaction." "What's he going to react to? The feeling of the scarf?" Yasuho was reduced to a giggly mess while (y/n) smiled and turned to look through the stuffed animal section.

"I think I'll get Mr. Joestar one of these cuties," (y/n) said aloud once Yasuho's laughter had died down. She had placed her chin on (y/n)'s shoulder while the girl picked up a fluffy blue bear. "Think he'd like it?" asked Yasuho while fiddling with the ends of the pink scarf. (y/n) hummed for a moment before scanning the shelves, spotting a yellow dog with a sailor hat. "Hey...doesn't it kinda look like Josuke?"

Yasuho stared at the puppy with a fond smile, making (y/n)'s face burn— up close, Yasuho was awfully pretty. "You know, that guy kinda reminds me of him too." (y/n) brushed off her thoughts and held out the stuffed animal to look at from afar. While squinting, she somehow saw the guy's face. "Heh, you're right-" Yasuho stepped back, leaving (y/n)'s shoulder uncomfortably cold, "-I think I'll just get him this." Once purchased, and despite (y/n)'s complaints, they were off to Joshu's hospital room.

"(y/n)~ Yasuho~ You've come to visit little ol' me~?"

(y/n) grimaced as Joshu puckered his lips and batted his eyelashes while Yasuho gave him a hesitant smile. "Y-yeah! Just making sure you were okay, haha," Yasuho had mustered out before handing him a box of dumplings, "oh, and I got these for you." "Thank you, my little straw~ber~ry~," breathed out Joshu while (y/n) was on the verge of throwing up, preferably aimed into Joshu's gross mouth.

"As for you my favorite otaku~ Did you get me a get-well-present?" Joshu asked with a pout while she gagged. Yasuho nudged her and (y/n) was left to reluctantly pull out the scarf she had been previously excited to give to him. Sadly, the fool still had his vision so the joke was way less hilarious than she had hoped the exchange would be. "A scarf." Before he could say another word, she had chucked it at him and dragged Yasuho out of the room.

His faint shouts were like music to her ears and the sound of nurses rushing to his room to stop him was like a symphony. "So, what room is Mr. Joestar in?" (y/n) chirped as if she hadn't left her childhood enemy screaming at her in a different room. Yasuho hummed and then pulled a slip of paper with a scraggly set of numbers on it. "326," she replied simply, taking the lead instead of (y/n) who had really only visited the hospital to sit in the lobby and draw people when Yasuho was off hanging with her (now) ex-boyfriend.

When they reached the room, however, it was empty. (y/n)'s brow furrowed as Yasuho scanned the room— she had finally met a descendant of one of the people mentioned in her great-great-grandma's diary and now she lost him. Sure, it wasn't like it was of utmost importance but it had been a great inspiration for her new manga. And now it was all gone. "Dammit!" "Ow." Yasuho and (y/n) shot a glance at the mattress where the mystery guy just so happened to be.

"Holy shit!"

The two girls grabbed at each other, screaming in unison as the guy stared at them from the least expected place. "What in the world are you doing?!" screeched Yasuho as (y/n) remained glued to her side. The guy gave them both a sleepy grin that made (y/n) look away while biting her lip— she'd be lying if she didn't say that the Jo-guy wasn't hot and at that very moment she had been thanking her ancestor for passing down such a motto. Helping him meant staying around a pretty face after all.

"Hey, what's with you?" questioned Yasuho as (y/n) was pulled from her fantasies, "what're you doing down there?" Yasuho was definitely the better of the two for asking these questions. "What? Just what it looks like. I'm sleeping. The people wearing white clothes said I couldn't leave for a while," he replied while (y/n) crouched down and placed her chin in her hands, "what Yasuho meant to ask is why you're under there in the first place." The guy raised a brow from under his mattress, looking between the two girls.

"You mean people sleep on top? How would they put pressure on their bodies then?" Yasuho turned to (y/n) who could only muster half a shrug. "Sounds like a fetish or something," (y/n) said halfheartedly, "I mean, my great-great-grandma's friend said her friend had a thing for mosquito bites." Yasuho cringed just slightly before turning to the guy and holding out a box of dumplings that was smaller than what she had given to Joshu.

"Here, I got you a present. I thought I'd bring you something since you were in the hospital. (y/n) did too." As if on command, (y/n) held out the stuffed animal with a lopsided grin, "it kinda looked like you. Yasuho thought so too." Yasuho smiled in agreement and then started rambling about Joshu, his injuries, and why the two had come to visit while (y/n) nodded intermittently and the guy started to slide out from under the mattress. As he did so, the hem of his pants slowly slid lower and lower-

Four balls.

(y/n) broke out into laughter and turned away while Yasuho grimaced and shut her eyes tightly, crying out for him to stop before any more of his pants could fall off. While her friend had spiraled into mumbling against the wall, (y/n) had turned back around to find him examining the stuffed animal. "Like it?" (y/n) asked as he held it out in front of him, letting its limbs flop around. "Yes," he answered, turning to look at her from over his shoulder, "what is his name?" (y/n) hummed aloud in thought while plopping down onto the mattress.

"Mmm...Rohan is a cool name," she said with a smile, "but it's yours to name." The guy looked at her and then at the stuffed animal, setting it down next to her thigh and letting it flop on its side against her. "I like that name too." (y/n) felt the tip of her earns burn— it wasn't as if he had just flirted with her but she found his actions somehow attractive. The guy had now turned to Yasuho's gift, turning over the box and opening it carefully. "What are these?"

Yasuho had turned back around then with a raised brow, walking up beside him, "never had one? Morioh is famous for them." (y/n) watched fondly as Yasuho began to break into detail about the origins of the Sesame Honey Dumplings; ever since they were little, Yasuho had always had an addiction to them which eventually spread over to (y/n) when they became best friends during middle school. "...there's a special way to eat them. You gotta make sure not to bite with your front teeth."

"Oh, don't forget about chewing with your back teeth on the first bite," (y/n) added while the guy tentatively placed a dumpling in his mouth, doing the complete opposite of what he was supposed to. The black cream shot out from the gap between his teeth she hadn't realized he even had. It was...cute. As Yasuho reiterated what she had been saying, (y/n) couldn't take her eyes off him, especially when his odd-colored eyes glimmered with surprise.

MAN, OH, MAN DID SHE HOPE HE WAS A JOESTAR.

this cuts off at a weird spot but i felt this was pretty long already so yeah...lol

#jojolion #jjl #jojo part 8 #jojo na kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #gappy higashikata x reader #yasuho hirose x reader #joshu higashikata x reader #rai mamezuku x reader #karera sakunami x reader #kei nijimura x reader

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yrpreciousmoon · 3 years ago

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Morioh Hi-Fi (8/25)

Title: Morioh Hi-Fi (8/25) All Chapters Here Ongoing Playlist Here Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Josuke x Okuyasu; Rohan x Reimi; Koichi x Yukako; more. Rating: T for now Description: In an AU where Part 4 never happened, it seems Stand users are still drawn to each other. Rohan Kishibe runs Morioh's coolest record store, along with the world's okayest employees: Koichi, Yuya, and Okuyasu. They live happily in their bubble of obscure music references and hipster style points until the fateful day when Josuke Higashikata enters the picture. (aka: Started writing a self indulgent AU heavily inspired by the series and movie High Fidelity, and just decided to lean into it.) Primarily a Josuyasu story, with subplots and minor relationships. And occasionally artwork!

Track 07 : Subterranean Homesick Alien

“You sure about this, man?”

“Eh? About what?”

“Your friend really wanted to meet out here?” Josuke raised an arm and gestured around them. He had followed Okuyasu out here to the wide-open farmlands beyond the outskirts of town, and while he'd seemed eager at first there was no use denying the doubt that had seeped into his expression now. “Is your friend a drug dealer or somethin'?”

“Probably,” Okuyasu replied with a shrug. “I did warn you he's kinda weird.”

“Yeah, but I thought you meant he was like, an artist. Not that he'd take me behind a dumpster and murder me.”

“Good news is there's no dumpsters around here.” Okuyasu winked. He put a hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun, scanning the quiet expanse before them. “Ah! Right there!” He elbowed Josuke and pointed to a lone tree that stood in the center of a field. Josuke squinted, but Okuyasu was already off running.

“Oi! Mikitaka!” He flailed an arm above his head.

At the base of the tree stood a tall, thin young man, his long blonde hair haphazardly pulled up into a large knot. He wore an oversized sweater draped over his torso, with tight capri pants on his popsicle-stick legs. He pushed his also-too-big glasses (which Okuyasu had always suspected were fake) up the bridge of his nose and waved to the approaching gents, his enormous sleeve falling back to reveal several inches of colorful bracelets creeping up his arm.

“Hello, Okuyasu and friend,” he called as the two approached him. He bowed to Josuke; his glasses slipped forward again.

“Josuke Higashikata.” He returned the gesture.

“A pleasure, Josuke. Please, sit! I've prepared a picnic lunch for us,” Mikitaka enthused, and gestured behind him where there was an enormous, soft-looking blanket spread out over the grass, with several snacks laid out across it with care.

“Aw, this is so cute!” Josuke cooed.

Okuyasu gripped Josuke's shoulder and shook it gently. “Ain't it? Miki's the coolest!” And turning to the other, he added, “Thanks, man!”

“It was nothing, really.” Mikitaka dropped down onto the blanket, motioning for them to do the same. They did so cheerfully; Okuyasu clamored for some sweets while Josuke folded his legs under him and offered a polite smile.

“So, Josuke,” Okuyasu said through a mouthful, “I was tellin' Miki what you thought of Ziggy Stardust. I let him read your notes, and he was so into it. Especially that one part, talkin' about, uh...” He scrunched his nose in deep thought. “The pursuit of, uh...” His eyes darted to Mikitaka, seeking help.

“ 'The virtueless pursuit of fame and glory, seeking to become something supposedly greater than yourself,' ” Miki recited, a dreamy tone overtaking him. “ 'And the realization that the person you would become would be someone completely unknown to your present self. The idea that where we are – in space, time, and mentality – defines who we are. Whether we like it or not.' ”

Josuke blushed, nodded. “Wow.” He cleared his throat. “You, uh... memorized what I wrote?”

“It touched me deeply,” Miki explained, placing a hand over his chest. “I have always thought that Ziggy Stardust was a bittersweet tale of longing... exploration... both external and internal.” He let out a content sigh. “Your words captured it perfectly.”

“Oh, well... Thank you.”

Okuyasu noticed something soft in his friend's eyes then. He suspected that Josuke wasn't used to sharing his writing... and certainly not used to being complimented on it. Oku looked down at the kitty-faced onigiri he was about to eat and thought yeah... he knew that feeling.

“Speaking of your writing...” Mikitaka said, “If you'll pardon my candor, Josuke, the two of us are trying to form a band, and so far our lyrics have been quite poor. Isn't that what you said, Okuyasu?”

“Piss-poor,” Oku corrected him. He swallowed and waved the idea away. “But don't listen to him Josuke. I know bein' in a band ain't really your scene. Hangin' out with a bunch of smelly, sweaty dudes in a van...”

“Hey, it could be my scene. Maybe this is my Ziggy Stardust moment. My chance to be a rockstar.” Josuke laughed and though Okuyasu knew it was a gag, he couldn't help but think that Josuke would actually make one hell of a frontman. He had the charisma, the confidence; certainly the sex appeal that was so crucial to a rockstar. But Okuyasu pushed the thought away, turned to pour some tea from the delicate pot that Mikitaka had prepared.

“Well, I hope you'll consider helping us, at least,” said Mikitaka, “We are sorely in need of someone with a poetic soul to make our band complete. I don't possess the history of heartbreak needed to write compelling lyrics. And Okuyasu doesn't possess the vocabulary.”

Josuke laughed wickedly. “Wait, does that mean Oku does have a history of heartbreak?”

Okuyasu coughed into his tea.

“Oh, certainly,” Mikitaka replied with a nod. “He's had quite the tumultuous romantic life.”

“Really?” Josuke cast a devious grin towards Oku, who grimaced in return.

Okuyasu raised a hand. “Oh-kay, okay, let's not–”

“Actually, that reminds me–!” A curious look came over Mikitaka, and he turned to meet Okuyasu's eyes. “You never told me how your date went the other night. Was it a success?”

“Ughhh...” Okuyasu turned away, feeling his face grow warm. Dating was the last thing he wanted to talk about, especially in front of Josuke. Desperate for an escape, he opened the lid of the picnic basket. “Hey, Miki, did you bring any sake?”

“Wait wait wait!” Josuke leaned forward, eyes wide. “You didn't tell me you had a date! Tell me everything!”

Oku placed his hands over his face and dragged them down slowly. “Nngh... it wasn't anything! Just this girl I know. It was fine, I dunno, it wasn't nothin' special.”

“Come on, quit holding back! How did it go? Did you kiss her? Is there going to be a second date?”

“It was... it was okay,” he muttered, scowling and looking away again. God, he really hated discussing this stuff. “We had fun. She's nice. But... I dunno, man! I'm not any good with girls! I get all tongue-tied and don't know what to do or where to put my hands...”

“Right, so that's definitely a no on the kiss, then.”

“Shut up!”

Josuke laughed, Mikitaka just looked on with a faint smile. “Aw, I'm just teasing, Oku... I'm sure you swept her off her feet. What's her name?”

“Reimi,” Okuyasu sighed. He was so ready for the questioning to be over.

“Wait...” A look came over Josuke, something Okuyasu couldn't quite identify. “Not the Reimi that Rohan likes?”

Okuyasu's stomach plummeted into the center of the Earth.

“Oh my God, did Rohan say somethin' to you?!” He leapt forward, grabbed Josuke's shoulders as if to shake information out of him. “Did he say he still likes her? Dammit, he told me that he was cool with it!”

“Well, I mean...” Josuke avoided his eyes. “Isn't she his ex?”

“Yeah?”

“Then... dude, of course he's not cool with it.” Josuke's face plainly said that this was the most obvious thing in the world. “I think I'm beginning to see why you have a history of heartbreak...”

“Bro, not funny,” Okuyasu pouted. He sat back again, crossed his arms.

“Sorry, sorry.” Josuke poked him hard in the bicep. “But yeah, man, I think you might be barking up the wrong tree with this one. Rohan seemed pretty determined to win her back.”

“ 'snot like it even matters.” Okuyasu let himself fall backwards and stared up at the sky. “You're right, I didn't kiss her, didn't seal the deal, I was thoroughly un-sexy and I didn't even try to get a second date. I'm gonna be single forever.”

Josuke scooted closer to him and patted his shoulder in consolation. “It's not so bad, dude. There's something to be said about being single. Trust me. And if it makes you feel any better, I've had a bit of a crazy romantic life as well. Had my fair share of drama and messy breakups.” Okuyasu glanced over at him, saw the sincere smile on his face, a hint of pain behind it.

“...Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

“What's your best breakup story?”

Josuke laughed and buried his face in his hands. “Umm. Suffice to say it left me standing outside of someone's apartment, yelling in the rain? In the dark? Mostly wasted?”

Okuyasu's eyes widened. “Whuh... really?” It wasn't that he doubted Josuke's honesty, but it was hard for him to picture this guy getting dumped, being the victim, being... kind of pathetic.

“Yeah, yeah. Now what about you?” Josuke looked back and forth between them. “Either of you?”

“I've never formally been in a romantic relationship,” Mikitaka piped up, adjusting his glasses, “But I did get slapped across the face once after complimenting a woman at a concert.”

Okuyasu sat upright, hooting with laughter. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed, “I forgot about that one! That was a real beautiful moment.” Miki's expression changed from something unreadable to pure joy, tickled by his friend's reaction and clearly unbothered by the memory itself. “Okay, okay, alright,” Okuyasu said, wiping a tear from his eye. “God, I dunno which one of my fuck-ups to tell ya about. There was this one girl I used to make out with after school but we never really hung out or nothin'. And I started makin' her a mixtape n' then the next day she was makin' out with some other guy. Last I heard the two of 'em were engaged.”

Josuke shrugged. “Sounds like she missed her one shot at true greatness.”

“Oh, totally,” Okuyasu snorted, falling back onto the blanket.

Josuke inched even closer to him and then lay back as well, hands tucked underneath his head. Okuyasu gazed over at him, then at Mikitaka, and patted the empty spot next to him. Miki smiled and took the direction.

“You know what,” Josuke said, as they gazed up at the sky, “I think all three of us are too amazing for relationships, anyway. We're diamonds in the rough. Shouldn't be locked down and hidden away.” He studied the distant silhouettes of birds overhead. "We should fly free, uncaged."

"That would make a good lyric," Mikitaka observed.

“And a good excuse for bein' single.” Okuyasu snickered and gave Josuke a little nudge.

Mikitaka hummed quietly. “I get what you're saying, Josuke. That the bond between friends can be just as satisfying as lovers,” he affirmed. “And perhaps the bond between bandmates is even moreso...?”

“Man, you're not gonna give up, eh Miki?”

Mikitaka turned his head to smile at the other boys. “All I know, Okuyasu, is you are the best friend I've ever made.”

“Aww. Yer makin' me blush!”

“...and I've never seen you quite so at ease and content. I'm not sure what exactly, but there's something different about you today. A spring in your step if you will. And I can't help but imagine that has to do with Josuke being here.” The other boys laughed a bit awkwardly at this, uncertain of his meaning, but Mikitaka simply shrugged in his nonchalant way. “I just like the band idea because I think the three of us would have great fun together. That's what's really important, right?”

“Shuddup ya big sap,” Okuyasu groaned, and he shoved Mikitaka away. He then looked over to Josuke and rolled his eyes, getting a wink in return.

"...Hey, Mikitaka," Josuke started, his eyes still locked with Okuyasu's, "Why don't you tell me more about this band of yours? Really sell me on the idea."

Mikitaka brightened, smiling up at the clouds. "Well, Okuyasu-kun will be playing the bass guitar. And perhaps the drums, if he can convince his brother to allow it." Okuyasu grunted in acknowledgement. "Until then, however, I can cover that and effectively any other instrument on my keyboards. And I have gotten quite good at the theremin, as well!"

"Theremin?" Josuke echoed.

"It makes spooky ghost sounds," Okuyasu explained with a dismissive shake of the head. "It's totally useless. But kinda cool."

"Isn't that true of all music, though?" Miki pushed up his glasses.

"Aahh, don't get all philosophical about it. Just tell Josuke about the idea you had with the smoke machines."

Mikitaka lifted himself up just enough to get a clear line of sight to Josuke, who was grinning like the sun. And off he went about his grandiose ideas for a stage show that they would never be able to put together and certainly never be able to afford. He got the other two laughing, spitballing, eventually buying in completely as the world around them dropped away.

Okuyasu found himself taking the rare step back in the conversation to allow his friends to rile each other up. Yeah, he thought, maybe the blonde weirdo was on to something. Being here, now, basking in the warm sunlight with two of the most special and kind people that he knew; he could get used to this for sure.

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we-love-imagines · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Event: Day 3

Prompt: Mista + Restaurant

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Author’s Note: This one is still a Gender Neutral Reader, but I do use the term ‘waitress’ in reference to you. God, I love Mista. My friend, who I recently got into Jojo, just finished part 5, and I was reminded how much I love this goofball while watching it with her. Anyways, on with the show!

Something was up with Mista. The gang all noticed how he held himself differently, put more effort into his appearance, and they really noticed how much better he smelled. At first, Bruno and Abbachio would give each other confused glances when they saw his back straighten up when they entered Libeccio’s, or how he’d abruptly excuse himself from the table, red in the face, but the truth quickly became clear to them.

Whenever you would come by to take their order, Mista would freeze up and stumble over his words; the usually jokey, confident gunslinger reduced to a flustered mess at your presence.

The older mafiosos thought it was kind of cute- he’d struggle to meet your eyes, but stare at you as you’d walk away. He was like a little lovesick puppy, hanging on your every word as if it were gospel. It was subtle enough that Fugo and Narancia didn’t catch on at first, but once they did, they teased him relentlessly.

“Mista,” Narancia nudged his friend with a sing-song voice as they approached their regular restaurant, “You think that cute waitress is gonna be working today?”

“Of course they are,” Fugo smirked, a rare show of his fun side, “-Take a whiff, he showered today!”

“Is that cologne?” Abbachio added from behind. Bruno just snickered to himself, unable to hide the little smile on his face. The whole situation was too entertaining to him.

“Damn, Mista’s got it bad!” Narancia chuckled, watching as Mista’s face went beet-red. He knew there was no use in hiding his crush from his teammates, they could all read him like a book. That was the curse of being in life-or-death situations with these men a few too many times over- they knew Mista and his little cues all too well. All the man could do was sit and take it, much to his displeasure.

“Okay, Okay,” Bruno interjected, making his way to the front of the group, “Knock it off, we’re here. Play nice with Mista, or else he might blow a gasket.”

Shuffling inside, the group made their way to their usual table in the back room where they conducted business. Some of the workers at Libeccio’s were a little afraid of them, off-put by the mafia conducting business in their place of work, but most of them were fine with it. It guaranteed their protection under Passione, and they didn’t come off as all that violent. Hell, Bruno had developed a reputation as one of their kindest, most patient customers, always leaving nice tips and keeping his rowdier guests in line. All the staff had to do was turn the other cheek when something shady was going on in their backroom; on Passione’s turf, that was the best way to save your skin.

Despite their good reputation, Bruno noticed how some of the newer employees seemed nervous when taking their order or bringing them to their table. So, a lot of the older staff dealt with them, the group having a few usual servers when they’d come to visit. However, it came as a surprise when you worked your way into that rotation. Seeing as you were brand new, it must have taken a lot of guts for you to deal with the mafiosos. You came off as confident, the new little waitress waltzing up to their table with no fear in your eyes. Is that what Mista saw in you?

Taking their seats, the group made casual conversation as they looked over the menu. They had eaten here numerous times before, so they already had an idea of what they all wanted- but hey, what’s the harm in branching out from time to time?

Suddenly, Mista’s back straightened to the telltale click-clack of your shoes entering the room, amused smirks painting the other men’s faces as you came in.

“Hello everyone,” you smiled, “How are you all doing today?”

“We’re all doing well, thank you,” Bruno replied, shooting a sly glance Narancia’s way to quiet his incessant giggling. The boy quickly quieted down when he felt his leader kick him under the table.

“Good! What will we be having today?”

Every man gave their order, Mista averting his eyes as he did so. You were just too damn pretty, and he knew he’d stammer over his words if he looked you in the eye.

You weren’t an idiot, noticing the man’s flustered expressions and how you caught his fleeting glances from time to time. Seeing as you were one of the group’s few servers, you got to overhear a few of their conversations from time to time. Mista- Guido, you think his first name was- was a funny guy, and his little offhand comments and weird conversation topics made you crack a smile and giggle to yourself on multiple occasions. Not to mention he was super cute, and the generous view of his abs gave you some nice eye-candy during a long shift.

Some of the other staff would tease you about it, noticing your insistence to always ‘handle’ the mafioso’s table. You shoved it off, telling them that they were seeing things, but you could never ignore the blush that dusted your cheeks after those conversations. God, did you really have a crush on a mafia man? A handsome, funny, nice mafia man?

“Would you like the usual strawberry cake with that, Mr. Bucciarati?” you asked, finishing up their order. The man simply nodded, thanking you as you dismissed yourself. As you went away, however, you looked over your shoulder to see a certain sweater-clad mafioso staring at you. Locking eyes for just a moment, you both quickly turned away, tiny smiles on both of your faces.

You returned a little while after, wheeling their food in on a little cart. After serving each of the men their own individual plates, you present the cake to them, in all of it’s frosting-covered glory.

“I sliced it into ten pieces, just how you like it,” you whispered to Mista before you excused yourself. The others looked at him, a little puzzled, as his face turned pink.

“What was that about?” Narancia playfully asked, “You two keeping secrets?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Mista smiled back, seeing you leave the room from the corner of his eye. What he didn’t see was how you stilled behind the room’s entrance, trying to listen in on what he’d say about you.

“Remember that one conversation we had, ‘bout two weeks ago? About the number four?”

They all nodded, knowing most conversations with Mista led to his disdain of the number.

“Well, they used to cut the cake into nine slices. After we’d each have one, there would be four left. I dunno if they overheard me or something, but they cut it into ten pieces now, so there will never be four.”

“Are you sure it’s not a new policy or something? It sounds like extra work to cut a circle into nine pieces.” Fugo interjected, adding a dose of reality to the situation. Mista grinned as he shook his head.

“No- it only happens when they’re our server. They slice it themself.”

“Wow,” Bruno couldn’t help but laugh, letting his softer side through once again, “That waitress sounds perfect for you, Mista. No wonder you get so red when they come by.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I don’t have the balls to ask them out anyways,” Mista shrugged, starting to nibble at his food, “Have you seen ‘em? They’re way outta my league.”

Your heart swelled at the comment, blushing furiously as you finally went back to your job. Did that hot guy really think you were out of his league? Did he really find you so attractive that he couldn’t even look at you? As your mind raced with thoughts, you found yourself making a few more mistakes than usual- confusing tables, refilling cups with the wrong beverage, and many more tiny slip-ups. While your manager would chastise you for these mistakes later, you couldn’t help it- you were so flattered by the young man’s words.

After finishing their meal and conducting their business, Bruno waved you over for the bill. You quickly went about adding up their total, printing out a receipt before going to collect Bruno’s money.

However, as you found yourself walking back over to their table, a wave of bravery washed over you. Taking the pen in your apron pocket, you scribbled down a little note on the receipt, taking a deep breath before entering their back room. To Bruno’s surprise, you put the bill in front of Mista, giving him a little wink before you left.

Curiously, the gunslinger read the receipt. His face lit up when he discovered the message was for him- your phone number.

“Call me sometime, Mista!” you wrote under it, “Xoxo -(Y/n)”

Since he wasn’t going to ask you out, you decided to do so yourself.

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filmmakerdreamst · 4 years ago

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Xena: Warrior Princess Review

During Pride Month 2020, I finally got around to watch ‘Xena’. A show that had been in my to-watch list for years, but never got around to start. And when I finally did, I was pleasantly surprised. It was not what I expected and it was everything I think my 11 year old self would have loved.

The one thing that surprised me about the show, was the lack of packaging. Even though it was a fantasy, it also played with different kinds of genres too. I’ve talked about this before in my other review - ‘Xena’ was made at a time when TV had very few rules/rarely had a set audience, since there were parts of the show that were clearly for kids and there were other parts that were clearly for adults (therefore had much more flexibility). I admired how they weren’t afraid to break barriers and touch on deep themes such as religion, morality, redemption, spirituality, motherhood, forgiveness etc - even more than shows of today are able. I also loved how they played into the idea of ‘murder’ and how much it can damage a person - not just the person who commits the act, but the many people affected afterwards. I wasn’t expecting it to be that extreme. It made me think that this must of been the inspiration for ‘Game of Thrones’.

I see a lot of comments here and there, saying how ‘cheesy and terrible’ it was but to just accept it because its part of the fun. And while like any show it does suffer from the occasional spell of bad writing (the whole of season 5) but it was also shown to be very aware of that fact and never took itself too seriously - unlike some shows I could mention.

And regarding the ‘cheese’ factor (what 90s show wasn’t) It definitely can be, but I would call it ‘camp’ and ‘experimental’ more than anything else. (Don’t diss the poor use of CGI - I’m personally sympathetic to what was avaliable to them at the time) The style of humour reminded me of Taika Waititi’s filmmaking. If you’ve watched any of his films such as ‘Hunt for The Wilderpeople’ or ‘Jojo Rabbit’, then you know what I’m talking about. I liked how little they cared about being accurate or logical, which added to the ‘bonkers’ element in the show - which you can see in all of Taika Waititi’s films.

In all seriousness, a show centered around two women in their late twenties, who are realistic sizes (not trying to play teenagers). One of whom is a reformed mass murderer, who has lived a life experience, trying to do good in the world for the first time, picking the other one up who has no life experience prior (after they bugged them until they said ‘ok fine’) in their path to redemption. Just two women who become friends travelling the world together, fighting crime, having a laff, learning from one another without any toxicity - when suddenly when the stakes are raised - they realise ‘oh I'm actually falling in love with this person’ I have watched a lot of badly written shows in my childhood enough to know that, that’s not ‘cheesy’. I’ve never seen a story like that in my entire life. I’m not at all surprised that Russel T Davis was inspired by it while writing the Doctor and Rose’s relationship in ‘Doctor Who’ since he’s gay himself.

What’s more amazing about their love story is how they’re both develop as separate people as well. There was this video essay explaining ‘Why you should watch Angel’ the spin off series to Buffy; how ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer ‘was all about growing up and ‘Angel’ was all about being an adult. With Xena: Warrior Princess, you have both of those stories at the same time.

Xena’s character was such a multifaceted experience to watch. And I can’t imagine anyone else who could play her as well as Lucy Lawless. What planet did they get that actress from? She's flawless! The amount of skill she has to put herself into a very physical role is astonishing. I personally had a love/hate relationship with her character all series long. Not in the way that I hated her, just that I couldn’t trust if she was all good or bad, which I know was intentional on the writers part. I haven’t seen a character quite like her before. She felt very much like a fallen angel; almost like the villain of her own story. Some of my favourite episodes come from fleshing out her character and dark past (‘Locked up and Tied Down’ is one of them) which reminds the audience that's she's not the stereotypical hero everyone expects. I loved her transformation from being this incredibly stoic warrior to being content and happy with who she is in season six, all because of a woman she fell in love with along the way.

I’ve always thought of Gabrielle as the real hero and narrator of ‘Xena’. She’s the prime example of ‘a normal person becoming extrodinary’. Gabrielle’s coming of age story starting out as an innocent girl from a poor village dreaming of adventure, and ending as this vicious warrior who realises the ‘adventure’ wasn’t how she made it out to be is honestly the best character arc that I’ve ever seen. I loved how travelling with Xena made her realise her passion for writing (which was never going to happen in her home town, given the ‘sexist’ and ‘heteronormative’ ideas) and that she became a amazon princess like Xena. In regards to her sexuality, which is more up for debate than Xena’s (which I think we can all agree is bisexual) I personally interpret her as gay, just in terms of how she was written. Theres this moment in season 4 where she's being held up her hair, and Xena “symbolically” cuts it off ‘freeing her’. And she never really gets with a man afterwards, unless she’s being ‘possessed. It reminded me of a moment in one of Hayao Miyasaki’s films ‘Laputa, Castle in the Sky’ where the bad guy Moska shoots Sheeta’s ‘princess hair off’ which symbolises her transition from child to adult.

The cinematography was breathtaking. There was some great utilisation of New Zealand as the scenery. So was the soundtrack. You could tell it was made by experienced filmmakers. One of my favourite things about the show was the domestic elements - moments in the show where time seemed to stop - which made the world around the characters seem very real and magical. Even though it was a show that featured a lot of action/adventure, there was also this gentleness to it as well. For example, you could feel the wetness of the rain, the warmth of the sun and the clashing of the waves. This technique is used in Hayao Miayasaki’s work a lot .

The technique is referred to as ‘MA’ 空虚 meaning emptiness in Japanese. ‘Miyasaki describes this as the time between a clap’

“If you just have non stop action, with no breathing space at all, its just busyness. But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension” - Hayao Miyasaki

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The episode ‘A Day in the Life’ in season two is a really good example of this technique being used.

To my understanding, they used a lot of the local actors in New Zealand, which according to Lucy Lawless, consisted of ‘African immigrants and other different ethnicites’. It was so refreshing to see such a diverse show (despite some slip ups) especially in the 90s. I appreciated the idea that if the actors or extras couldn’t do an ‘american accent’ people could just talk in their natural speech which was also very refreshing.

The LGBT representation was surprisingly amazing. I never expected so many queer characters in one show - especially under the censors. There was this one episode where they had a trans woman - played by an actual trans actress - win a beauty contest. It made me cry. Not to mention the actress was an aids activist. It was actually Lucy Lawless’ idea to kiss her which was incredibly controversial at that time considering how everyone thought you could catch aids just by kissing. I can definitey see how it validated people back in the 90s.

When people told me that Xena: Warrior Princess was one of the greatest love stories, I thought they were exaggerating a little. But no, watching the show in context, I found out that it really is. Despite its obvious restrictions, It made me realise (regarding token gay couples today) how often television writers rely on physicality and drama to convey a ‘love story’ and how much of it is actually pandering the audience. One of the reasons why Xena and Gabrielle’s relationship felt so genuine is because it was built on mutual respect/compassion and they were also best friends. I felt like I was witnessing something very real and private. It didn’t need kissing scenes or drama to make it interesting.

It really helped that most of the writers were queer also. There’s this opening scene in season 4, panning over to Gabrielle giving Xena a massage (metaphor for sex - because they weren’t able to show that on screen) which I consider to be one of the most iconic scenes in media - considering how I wanted to sick up my supper when I watched the 10 minute ‘empty’ explicit sex scene in ‘Blue in the Warmest Colour’. The difference when something is written by a queer women vs a straight man.

Because the creators weren’t allowed to write their love story in the normal way, due to the studio forbidding them to, they found creative ways to showcase that love on screen - which made for a very magical/sensual experience. And I can safely say, if anyone has doubts about watching ‘Xena’, whenever I expected to be queer baited at a few points in the show, I was proved wrong time and time again. It’s the most romantical show I’ve ever seen in my life!

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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for the fem crush of Izuku, Mirio and Tamaki working with them on a mission to track down and apprehend a villain. They get hit by the villain's quirk, which sticks their bodies together like magnets - and they get stuck in a sort of suggestive way. Each time Yn wiggles herself free in her embarrassment and panic, they get drawn back together, and the suggestiveness of their positions just gets WORSE. ~Yes, this IS a JoJo reference~

[ I have no idea what JoJo is...it sounds strange and I’m a little afraid to look into it. Hah. ]

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“Uh...uh...” Izuku was in a panic, despite the fact it was killing him inside to know the villain had gotten away. It looks like their quirk had something to do with magnetic energy or maybe anything their quirk touched stuck together, similar to Mineta’s quirk. But he never imagined this, having you pressed up against him. Your chest was slightly bulging out against his and your legs were stuck together which meant you two were like statues.

You growled and managed to push against his chest, pushing against the force that kept you together. Unfortunately your leg slipped from underneath you and you fell back. Izuku cried out as he found his face now buried in your chest and your leg was pressed up against his crotch. He muttered something, but you couldn’t understand and the faint blush on your cheeks only seemed to get worse as you tried harder to separate yourself from him.

Your next attempt was pulling Izuku’s head up from your chest and used the ground as leverage as you tried to flip your position to have Izuku on top. Your hand slipped from Izuku’s thigh and send you flying forward. Your face landed between his legs and one of your arm’s was stuck to his chest. “Ah! S-Stop moving.” Izuku said, his face was deep red and he was trembling.

Despite his words, you were tempted to move again. Luckily Aizawa showed up and though you were embarrassed, he ignored the fact his students were in a rather suggestive position and disabled the quirk effects with his Erasure. It was a relief though you couldn’t help but feel some pleasure with your embarrassment.

Mirio Togata

You growled as you pushed against Mirio’s legs, your own were draped over his head and he was having a hard time trying to figure out what happened. “Uh, sunshine. I like you, but isn’t this a little too close?” you rolled your eyes, “Well you had to distract me and that’s when that villain cast his quirk over us, whatever this is.” you growled and Mirio frowned. “Sorry.” he replied, “Well if you’re really sorry, you’ll help me figure out how to separate us!” you shouted as you pushed against his legs once more.

However, you quickly learned that was a bad idea as your body shot up involuntarily. Mirio let out a cry as you proceeded to straddle his face and your hands were now stuck to his shoulders. You felt vibrations course through your thighs as Mirio began to talk but his words were mumbled and you blushed. “Stop talking!” you said, ignoring the knots in your stomach.

Mirio thought it would be a good idea to try and pull you off, with his hands holding your waist. He began to pull you back, causing your legs to float in the air. He took a deep breath, happy to no longer have the heat of you on his face. He then sat up, however his hands were still on your waist and he ended up getting pulled back against you. His back pressed against your chest and it was a little awkward having such a big man in a spooning position.

You pushed against his back, bringing your feet up to help. However, you only got so much distance before you tried to crawl around him. Once more you felt that magnetic pull and cried out when you felt yourself crash into him. You grunted as you hit his chest and his knees stuck to your waist and your legs were plastered against his, spread out in a rather suggestive manner. You sighed and tried to move your head but it was stuck against Mirio’s neck. “Got a plan B?” you questioned and Mirio shook his head. This was bad.

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki’s arms were crossed over his face which burned red, you were straddling his lap and your wiggling was causing him to groan. “S-Stop...p-please...y-you’re making i-it worse...” he muttered and you sighed, “Then help me...break this quirk or whatever.” you said and he lowered his arms, looking at you with the most innocent expression. It almost made you feel bad.

“A-Are you sure this is a-alright?” he questioned, his tentacles were wrapped around you. It was an odd feeling, but you didn’t care. “Yeah...just do it.” you replied and Tamaki hesitantly nodded before his tentacles pulled you off and away from him with ease. He slowly got up and lowered you to the floor, retracting his tentacles. “Uh I g-guess that w-worked.” he said before turning his back to you, trying to hide his red face. But he felt a strange tingle and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor with your body on top of his.

You had tried to climb over him after that, despite his muttering and the fact his body was trembling. He was so easily nervous, but you continued to crawl. Pulling on the thin fabric that made up his Suneater costume. However, your idea proved to be a bad one when Tamaki let out a cry and found himself against your back. His crotch was pressed up against your backside and his legs were stuck to the back of yours. “Uh...T-Tamaki?” you questioned, but he was too mortified to answer.

“A-Ah!” he cried out when you tried to wiggle yourself free once again, but your leg slipped and you ended up in yet another awkward position. Almost as if you were scissoring, your legs were stuck to one another and your crotches were pressed up close, and personal. “What the hell!?” you exclaimed as you began to claw at the floor and move your hips which caused Tamaki to cry out once more. “S-Stop! S-Stop! It f-feels w-weird!” he replied and you huffed over in defeat. “When is Fat Gum going to get here?” you questioned and Tamaki whimpered, he really didn’t want Fat to see him like this.

#tamaki x reader #izuku x reader #mirio x reader #bnha requests #bnha x multicharacter #Anonymous

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nyxienoya · 4 years ago

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Humble Surprises

lil Rohan x Dio fic for the bestie

summary: Rohan draws Dio because he's a simp

word count: 1.9k

It was silent in the Kishibe residence, both Rohan and Dio were sitting parallel to each other in the living room. A faint sound of the record player playing Mozart softly. Rohan was sat on his single seater red leather couch seemingly slaving away working on his manga as usual, at least that’s what it seemed like to Dio.

Dio however, was sat on the black three seater leather couch reading one of his old books from the 1880s, holding it with one had as he swirled a glass of red wine with his other hand, stopping his reading to take a small sip every so often.

The two had met only years prior when Rohan was nineteen and decided to take a trip to Cairo to expand the limits of the manga he had been planning for years. He frequently used the architecture of the buildings in the manga, even in frequent volumes just to reference back to one of the best moments in Rohan’s life.

Rohan ended up stumbling away from the city, getting too versed in drawing anything that piqued his interest, to the point of him having to buy an extra four sketchbooks the minute he landed in Cairo, knowing he’d lose all control. It only took two days for Rohan to fill up the first sketchbook. To ensure that he wouldn’t fill the rest of the sketchbooks in mere days, Rohan decided to venture off away from the city, trying to take in more than what met the eye.

Off in the distance he saw a large building, illuminated by candles of all shapes and sizes, curious, Rohan decided to head towards it.

Meanwhile, inside the mansion stood Dio and his thirteen year old son, Giorno in deep discussion in front of the grand staircase. “Giorno, son. Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t venture off to Italy this young on your own!” Dio exclaimed, to which he continued on in a hushed tone of voice, “please son, if you leave it’ll just be me and Vanilla Ice, and as much as I appreciate him as a follower, it’s too much. By this point he should just be my slave, he’s that subservient to me.” In response Giorno rolled his eyes, playing with the ends of his braid. “Father, I’m not doing this to abandon you, I adore you, you care for me whereas mother doesn’t, she left you for a Japanese man, and I cannot forgive her for doing so. But I digress, you’re extremely dramatic. The most compelling reason you wouldn’t want me to leave is as a result of you being a vampire, and Italy is a catholic country, therefore having crosses and garlic and whatever vampires are allergic to.” This caused Dio to look towards his son with a deadpan look on his face whereas Giorno was stood with a smirk on his.

Unbeknownst to the two, the grand door had been open for a minute where Rohan had been standing, jaw agape from what he had just witnessed, “You-“ he tried to muster something to say, but was quickly silenced by the tall vampire suddenly appeared by his side. Giorno looked to the scene in amusement, “You can’t kill him.” He spoke nonchalantly to which Dio opened his mouth to reply only to close it once more, unable to think of a response. By now, Rohan had gained control over his thoughts once again and started to look around frantically. “Ah! The architecture of this place is simple magnificent.” Rohan exclaimed, turning to face the vampire. “And, you’re a vampire? Your features would be great in my manga. Oh the possibilities are endless, having a vampire in my story would add a little spice.” Rohan ranted, without Dio realizing, his son had slipped away from the situation, laughing softly noticing how fascinated his father was with the mortal.

Dio was stunned, normally if a human had stumbled into the mansion, Dio would kill them or turn them into a vampire to act as his follower, but this human, he was something else.

Over time, Dio found himself infatuated with the human who he came to know as Rohan, and within a years’ time of knowing him, his partner. Dio thought it would be appropriate to turn Rohan into a stand user just lie himself, using the arrow. To no surprise to anyone, his stand; Heaven’s Door took inspiration from Rohan’s zeal for manga and the arts. Later, the two found that The World had a softness for Heaven’s Door, acting in a nurturing way towards it. The first time the two saw their stands together The World seemed to be fretting over Heaven’s Door and seemingly inquiring about its powers. Seeing this made the users chuckle, who knew their stands felt so softly for each other?

Fast forwarding to the present, Rohan was scribbling away at a piece of paper, having his coloured inks sprawled on the coffee table, dipping his pen in every so often. Dio thought is was cute how Rohan acted when he drew, tongue in between his lips, eyebrows furrowed, his hair sticking to his cheeks; his headband working to no avail. Whilst reading, Dio would look up over his book to take in the sight of his partner. He thought it was strange how the two of them clicked, a 138-year-old vampire, and a passionate manga artist. Two unlikely lovers, and quite frankly, Dio wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Aha!” Rohan suddenly called out, causing Dio to place down his now empty glass of wine as well as his book. “Are you okay there, darling?” Dio asked, an undertone of concern laced in his words. Rohan looked up to his boyfriend, a large grin plastered on his face, “Everything is fine, my love. If you don’t mind” he stood up, drawing in hand, “I’ll be right back.” Rohan then rushed upstairs in order to finalize some details.

Dio rubbed his chin in curiosity, “What ever could that man have been drawing to be that excited for it?” He questioned. Shrugging, he stood, picking up the glass and walked into their kitchen which had the key to the basement. Dio snatched the key off the hook and headed towards the basement door. He opened it and flicked the lights on, stepping down the wooden stairs. He took a deep inhale, the smell of various types of wine accumulating into one scent. He walked around the racks of wine, uncertain on what flavour he was craving. Dio didn’t realise that ten minutes had already passed before he finally picked the perfect red wine. A Malbec; which Dio thought perfectly expressed the fruitiness of summer, having a blueberry flavour with a hint of spice. Perfect for these Summer evenings.

The moment he picked up the bottle of wine from the rack to take back upstairs, he was suddenly was enveloped by two arms around his waist, “I knew you’d be down here, you alcoholic.” Rohan joked, nuzzling his cheek into Dio’s defined back. “Oh hush, young one, I simply ran out of the wine from earlier. That’s beside the point though,” he started, turning to wrap one of his arms around his boyfriend. “what did you need from me, dear?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to Rohan’s forehead.

“I came to ask you to come upstairs. I wanted to show you the finished piece.” Rohan smiled, taking Dio’s free hand and almost dragging him upstairs. Taking almost stagnant steps, Dio smirked; “You know dear, you’re stronger than you look.” To which Rohan replied with briefly glaring at him and groaning, “Come on, I don’t have all evening to wait for you-“ He was promptly cut off by seeing that his boyfriend was no longer behind him, rather; leaning on the door frame in front of him, eyebrow quirked. “Exactly what I’m saying love, come on, we haven’t got all day.” Dio spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Once more, Rohan groaned, muttering “Sometimes I hate that stand of yours.”

Taking his boyfriend’s hand once again, the two walked up to Rohan’s office in silence. When the two were in front of the door, Rohan released Dio’s hand and turned to face him. “Okay, no using The World, I want you to cover your eyes, it’s a surprise. Whether you’ll like it or not is beyond my control, but I hope at least you’ll appreciate it.” Dio nodded and covered his eyes with his arm, still holding the bottle of wine whilst reaching out for Rohan’s hand and succeeding.

Rohan opened the door and took slow steps, trying to ensure his partner wouldn’t trip, walking into the center of the room then stopping. Rohan let out a sigh and released Dio’s hand again. “Okay, you may uncover your eyes.” To which Dio complied, accompanied by Rohan saying “Surprise!”

He took in the drawing. It was him, which was the first thing to shock Dio, Rohan really cared that much about him to take hours of time to draw him? What surprised him more was the fact that is was him when he was a teen, back in the 1880s before everything in his life fell apart. Dio was taken aback, stumbling backwards slightly. It was a beautiful drawing, the fluidity of the ink encapsulating his features perfectly. Dio, needless to say was taken away with the drawing, and Rohan could see it in his expression.

Tears cropping up in the corner of Dio’s eyes shocked Rohan the most though. “Darling, are you alright, is the drawing that bad? I can destroy it if you want.” Rohan frantically explained. Dio shook his head, rejecting the idea. “Don’t do anything of the sort darling. I apologise, but I was just incredibly taken aback from it. It’s beautiful. You perfectly matched up my personality from when I was a boy, all from the stories I’ve told you about my youth.” Dio stated, Rohan nodding as he spoke.

“Are you sure that’s all-“ Rohan started, but getting cut off mid-sentence by his boyfriend. “I know you must think there’s some deeper meaning to by my response being as sorrowful as you expected, and there is. It’s just that, looking at this drawing evoked something inside of me; regret? Anguish? I’m not sure, but whatever it is makes me miss JoJo, I never wanted to actually hurt him-“ Dio’s rant being cut off by Rohan hugging him, tears of his own cropping.

Dio smiled softly, returning the hug, staring at the drawing. “I want you to frame it. It’s too precious to put elsewhere.” Rohan nodded.

“Thank you Rohan, this means a lot to me. You’re so talented and I cannot thank you enough for being my partner despite my past.” Dio spoke softly. Rohan muttered a response against his partner’s chest; “I love you too, Dio. If you ever need me to draw something which can bring to life the memories you once had with Jonathan, I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

Later that night, Dio found the drawing framed and hung in the walkway to the living room and smiled softly. “Thank you, JoJo.” He whispered to himself. As he said those words, he could’ve sworn he felt a large hand on his shoulder, one so familiar to him, but so distant at the same time. Jonathan Joestar after all these years was still looking over his brother.

#dio brando #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #rohan kishibe #dio x rohan #jjba fanfic #DIO #kishidio

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kaiju-z · 4 years ago

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Seon Adventures Episode 38: Bathhouses and Bonds

After a month of travel, successfully retrieving the King’s Blade, Ena, learning who their client is, i. e. Akar’Niel and choosing to learn more about the circumstances of the mass elimination of dwarves and dragonborn on Seon, the party have reached Guan.

And straight off the bat, no pun intended, the group discover they are followed by an imp. After a quick discussion on whether to take it down or not, Malak stils his hand from sending the denizen of Hell back home, as it approaches the group.

Through a quick inspection of the party, the shape changing critter flies over to Mournimar and delivers the Tiefling Ranger a Sending Stone, of a blue diamond make. After which it does a JoJo pose and poofs.

As stated previously, this was a Sending Stone, allowing someone to cast 2 sending messages a day. But only to the person that has the other one. Rocky Talkies, as Malak puts it. (Or Hayden, I’m not sure. They’re both wholesome and we love them).

Mournimar gets that explained to him and calls the person that gifted it to him. And he hears a familiar voice from the other end say " Well you are alive, then!”. Much to the tiefling’s frustration, he recognizes the voice as that of his ex-boyfriend, Lazarus, follower of Potencia.

Mourni tries to ask what he wants, but instead Lazarus does the “kh-kh” noise (you know the one, where someone does a double pistols and a wink???) and that’s about all the messaging that goes on for that day.

Again. Much to Mournimar’s frustration.

Malak suggests getting rid of the stone. But Mournimar wants to keep it.

Luck suggests flipping a coin and he even brings one out from his journal bag. But Jun suggests Mournimar hold onto it and in the end, they agree on that.

(Also Mournimar gets a praise from Jun, which makes him feel validated).

The rest of the day passes uneventfully and they carry on, as the ground beneath their feet becomes more and more rocky. WIth the most perceptive in the party taking note that there’s a slight silhouette in the near distance of a town.

During the night, Belli receives a dream, like everyone else, but Mournimar, before her. As everyone had kept their dreams to themselves, for the following day, the group find themselves walking into a small and cozy town, which Arryn guesses would be Sodinvorg, most likely.

Very different from what the group had been used to so far. In a wasteland such as this (which funny enough is the right temperature for Luctan to feel at straight up at home?!) Sodinvorg’s constructed of tall buildings made out of clay, all painted red, white or red and white. Most split in multiple flats as they can tell from the windows. A variety of people in the windows, mostly Yuan-Ti, Kobolds, Tabaxi and Lizardfolk.

People here know each other and are close, mingling with each other.

Notable locations are the bathhouse, the tavern and the marketplace.

Luctan makes a b-line for the bathhouse, all excited and swept under the positive nostalgia of the enviroment he find himself in, with Jun joining him, all the while Belli would go and buy certain supplies. Cement included for some reason?! And then go to the apothecary.

A pair of young lizardfolk women run the bathhouse, which the pair of Jun and Luck can discern is constructed very intricately and with a style to it. (The place is essentially a roman bathhouse.)

Mournimar woud go to the Rolls and Scrolls place, where one could buy spell scrolls and delicious breads, as advertised, while Malak would check with the antique shop.

Inside the bath house, Jun takes on her mask of a beautiful Drow woman, named Valencia, having noted that there aren’t really any humans in the area. Valencia is a bit posh. Long white hair in a bun.

As they score themselves a place in the bath, The Disguise Duo enjoy a relaxing bath, unbothered by the cramped and crowded enviroment, as they are confident about themselves and their bodies.

No juicy gossip in the area and even if there was, a loud comment about Mommy Milkers from another of the patrons would distract the duo.

Arryn eventually joins the two, but after an unfortunate bomb dive goes wrong, he leaves, as the pool was too shallow for any acrobatics. Luctan’s Healing Word aids him in recovering from at least the physical pain, at least.

The duo have another talk, where Luck learns of Jun’s origins. Though she began her careers in Sa Doma, she was originally from Elmeria. Which, to say the least, was a neat coincidence, as the party had gotten their initial name there, when asked by Morticia.

Jun would share that, given her race as a Changeling, few doors were truly open for her, as a Shapeshifter in a world that had a bias against them, and so, the bounty hunting life and that of an escort were ones that she could slip into easily. Luck would bemoan her fate, how opportunities were taken from her due to things she couldn’t help. But was glad for her being able to make the best of it.

“When one door closes, another opens”, the two would agree.

Luck would tell her his story, in turn, being candid about the facts, though, naturally, given they were speaking around others, he’d of course avoid using the “H” word as to where he had come from. Besides, the yalready knew about that from the fight at the barn.

Luck would come to a point, admitting that he was unsure what to do with himself now. He was content helping people, but he had no plan on what to do with himself now, when he didn’t take on the rest of his revenge quest.

Jun encourages him to take the time and consider. And she’d admit that conversations weren’t generally something people would approach her for, given her non-violent work ethic.

But Luck would compliment her for her talk, appreciating being able to talk openly with her on matters. Jun would note that he was about the 3rd person to praise her for that.

Meanwhile, at the Rolls and Scrolls, Mournimar spends big money on several rolls and scrolls, making Matiro, the Yuan-Ti’s day with all the cash that comes his way.

Feather Fall, Aid, Calm Emotions and Find Steed are all bought and paid for by the Ranger, with the latter three being bought for a collective 500 gold.

Furthemore, the tiefling buys 7 loafs of bread, for the party and Arryn.

And then. Before he leaves, Mournimar leaves the man a tip of 5 platinum. And upon leaving, he can distinctly hear the Yuan-Ti scurry off, screaming to a friend: “PHILLIP! I’M IN LOVE!”

At a convergence point, Mournimar gets a gold piece from Jun and a pat on the head. Getting validated by an older female figure boosts his morale. Quite evident from his tail wagging like crazy.

From the calico Tabaxi, Jolly Sunrise, proprietor of “ Happy Belly Rubs “, Belli gets a healing herb, a root that healing potions are made from.

(It is at this point that we spend 10 minutes on Tabaxi bathroom name jokes. It’s just-you had to be there.)

Jolly makes a “Jolly Secret Rub”, which gives the party 1d8 Temp Hp. Gives special smelling salts, which are used as Spare The Dying as a bonus action. 165 worth. And lastly, upon Belli’s request, she delivers onto the Half-Orc Bard a pair of extra spicy peppers, referred to as “Dragon’s Breath”.

“Don’t give it to halflings. It could genuinely kill them.” she would note.

Also Belli learns that Jolly has a tiefling brother. Due to his fire resistance, she had learned that these could kill anoyone, without fire resistance. (Though that could’ve been a joke0

After the bread, the party go to the Cozy Leaf. An older tabaxi man, orange and graying around the nose, heads the place. He has a menu. There’s coffee, milk, honey milk. Maple Milk! The man’s name is Leaf On The Water. He has a strange clockwork device playing relaxing music nearby, giving the place a wholesome atmosphere.

His Grandson, an Artificer, built this contraption. Travels and sends new stuff to the old cat. There’s a stick figure drawing at the counter, drawn by the youngest in the family, his granddaughter. The grandson is taller than him. Grandson is 30. Grand Daughter is 3.

There’s even a portrait that gets showcased of the family. One big orange family. Himself, his three kids and his two grandkids.

Most of the group, but the bearded ones, get themselves a warm beverage. Honey Milk and Maple Milk.

While the patrty slowly unwind for the day, Belli asks Jun if she has any expertise with chemicals. Interesting enough, the Bloodhunter does have skills with alchemy supplies. And the two work on making pepper spray. Super. Spicy. Pepper Spray.

Malak find himself buying several items from the antique shop, run by the kobolds Zett and Nix, Red and Bronze respectively.

From the items presented to him, he takes what he could consider lucky charms.

Among them a coin of a strange material, a stone figurine of a snake, as well as a small silver rod with no decoration. It makes a harp noise. Notably, the rod gives off faint evocation magic.

Before purchasing these, he asks the Kobolds, just to be sure, that they hadn’t pilfered these from any gravesights and the like. They specify that any item they have in their shop has been brought in from families, who found no use for them.

They are established businessmen here. And the price for the collection of items bought is 25 silver. Enough to cover rent for the month.

Malak thanks them in Draconic and leaves after the monetary exchange.

At the end of the day, as everyone prepares for the night’s rest in the tavern, Jun keeps an ear and eye out for gossip, while Mournimar takes a single room for himself (and Morgan).

One, where he has himself his own little dream.

End of Episode.

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risottoneroo · 5 years ago

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Between His Fingers, Ch. 4

a/n: i have removed all sexual scenes and references from the parts where the characters are underage. this fic is and will stay sfw in that regard. when i started writing this and wrote the aforementioned scenes, i was seventeen. however, posting it now that i am an adult is against my conscience. there will continue to be references to violence and smoking, but not any more than are already in the show. i am also restarting my tag list, please pm me, send me an ask, or reply here to be tagged. sorry for my inactivity, enjoy chapter 4!

warnings: teen boys being awkward, cuddling, fluff, pining, my canon now

Jotaro wasn’t asleep. He was grumbling to himself in his head, thinking about the conversation he’d had with his grandfather.

Joseph had shut the door behind you and Kakyoin, then looked at him carefully. “I know I never spent a good deal of time with you in your childhood, but these past days have shown me who you are, Jojo. You like her.”

Jotaro had looked down and refused to answer. Joseph sighed. “Good grief.”

Jotaro bit his lip. “Tch. Mind your business, would you? Bothersome old man.”

Joseph frowned. “Being nicer to her would help you a good deal. Maybe ask her out. Get to know her.”

Jotaro shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you, old man? Whatever I choose, she will never be mine. Kakyoin… He just looked at her and she was his.”

Joseph had put his hand on Jotaro’s shoulder. “You don’t give up a battle before it’s lost. She isn’t anybody’s but her own.”

Jotaro had closed his eyes. “Stop it, old man.”

He walked out and slammed the door.

Back in the room, you picked up your bag. “I’m gonna shower, Nori.”

Kakyoin smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

You walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, letting it run until it turned hot. As steam filled the room, you pulled off your clothes and stepped under the water. The stream ran down your body, soothing your tense muscles. You bit your lip, thinking. So much had happened since your last shower.

You’d met Jotaro, and Noriaki, and the rest of the gang. You’d gotten punched in the jaw by a… let’s face it, really hot guy. He was a dick, though.

You looked down at yourself. Jotaro was really attractive, and so was Noriaki. But Noriaki was the only one who really showed interest in you. But Jotaro seemed pretty reserved and bad at expressing himself, so… Maybe? Well, thinking about it like that wouldn’t do anything. You had to talk to him, get to know him.

You moved to wash yourself, quickly scrubbing and rinsing before stepping out and drying off.

You slipped into pajamas and stepped back into the room. Jotaro was the only one there, writing in a small, leatherbound book. Without looking up, he said in Japanese, “Kakyoin is out getting food for us to eat in here.”

You nodded, setting down your bag and sitting on the bed he was on. You said in Japanese,“Jotaro, I think we got off on the wrong foot-”

He glanced up and interrupted you. “Jojo.”

You stuttered, “Huh?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Call me Jojo.”

You flushed. “Okay, uh, Jojo. I’m sorry.”

He nodded. You cocked your head at him. “What are you writing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he said, “You were in the shower a while.”

You flushed deep red. “I- Uh. I take long showers.”

He nodded again, seeming disinterested. You sighed. “You’re goddamn hard to have a conversation with, Jojo.”

Jotaro looked up at you. “And you’re belligerent.”

You flared up. “Don’t be a dick.”

He shrugged, returning to writing in Japanese. “Don’t be a bitch.”

Luckily for you both, Kakyoin walked in the door at that moment, holding bags of takeout. You smiled at him and helped him put them out on the hotel table. You reached for a container of rice at the same time that he did, and your fingers brushed.

Kakyoin looked shocked and started to pull his hand back, apologizing. You shook your head and caught his hand. You entwined your fingers, smiling up at him. He relaxed and smiled at you. His hand completely enveloped yours, as large as it was. You let him go after a bit, looking back down at the takeout. “Jotaro, what do you want?”

He sighed and got up, walking up behind you and looking over you at the food. You felt yourself tense with his bulk so close. You began to move to let him through, but he put a hand on your waist gently to let you know you were safe. His hand reached from your side nearly to your bellybutton.

You turned and looked up at him, only to find him already looking down at you. His hand now rested on the small of your back, just above your ass. You flushed even deeper red. Kakyoin was looking between you two with unrestrained interest. Without looking away, Jotaro said, “That chicken is fine for me.”

He didn’t break eye contact, and you felt like you were being sucked in. Kakyoin coughed gently. “Not to quote Jojo, but if you two are done making eyes at each other…”

Jotaro broke eye contact to glare at Kakyoin. You breathed a sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You looked at Kakyoin bashfully. “Sorry, Nori.”

He chuckled. “That’s okay. It’s rare to see Jotaro show true interest in someone.”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and grabbed his food, walking away from you two. You looked up at Kakyoin, smiling a bit. He looked back at you, also smiling. You looked at the food and chose what you wanted, walking back to sit on the bed. As you all ate, there was a gentle silence. Not awkward, just an understanding.

Going to bed was a completely different matter. You were dressed in pajama shorts and a tank top, and after you brushed your teeth, you got in bed and snuggled into the comforter. You turned off the room lights, leaving you all in darkness. Kakyoin came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and stood in front of the bed you two were sharing. Jotaro was already asleep in the opposite bed.

Kakyoin got into bed, on the opposite side from you, deliberately not touching you. You sighed and scooted over to him. He was lying on his side, facing you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and snuggled into his chest, sliding a thigh between his legs. Kakyoin flushed cherry red and gingerly wrapped his arms around you. You looked up at him and asked softly in Japanese, “Harder.”

He flushed even deeper. “Uh- what?”

You smiled at him. “Hug me harder. I won’t break.”

He nodded and pulled you into his chest tightly. You breathed in deeply and smiled. He smelled good. You shifted against his broad chest. “I feel so safe with you already, Nori.”

He smiled. “I hope you know I’m not like the men you’ve been with before.”

You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

Kakyoin was avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know what Dio is like with the people he’s close to, but from what I saw… He doesn’t have much respect for women.”

You frowned. “I never met you when I was there, so you didn’t see how he acted around me. It was very confusing.”

Kakyoin nodded. “What do you mean?”

You looked down. “He thought I was his ticket to- Heaven? I think.”

Kakyoin nodded. “He told me about that. Not much, though.”

You rested your head on his collarbone. “He called me a holy woman. Said I was pure, that he didn’t deserve to look upon me, let alone touch me.”

Kakyoin put his chin on your head. “He never let you out?”

You shook your head. “He trained me. Him and a few others. Vanilla Ice, the other vampires he’d made. He would make vampires to test my Stand. None of them could get close when I materialized her. He knew he couldn’t kill me. He taught me. I know English, Japanese, French, and Spanish fluently, and fragments of German and Italian.”

Kakyoin kissed your forehead. “Your Japanese is excellent.”

You looked up. “It was weird. One day I was struggling with just the alphabet, and the next I was fluent.”

Kakyoin shrugged. “Things like that happen around Dio.”

You nodded. “It was the day after he brought in that kid, Pucci?”

Kakyoin laughed softly. “Pucci’s Stand could take parts of someone’s soul and implant them into other people. Stands, languages, memories.”

You nodded, “That makes sense.”

He nodded. “What’s your most comfortable language?”

You shrugged. “I still like Arabic most, next English, but those were my first two. And I can only speak Arabic with Avdol. But I like talking to you in your language.”

He nodded. “Japanese is pretty.”

You agreed. “I enjoy the flow of it.”

You yawned and snuggled into his chest. “Sleepy time now.”

You passed out in his arms. The last thing you heard was his soft chuckle.

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