No matter what any misogynistic loser says, Jolyne was the truest successor of Jonathan’s spirit and was more than deserving of being the final JoJo of the original continuity. Her death to Pucci was a noble sacrifice and a beautiful moment and, ultimately, she triumphed over him in the end. She was not weak or entitled or annoying or boring - whatever misogynistic bullshit people spew about her. She is so much more complex and phenomenal than bigots in this fandom can even comprehend and, ultimately, it is their loss for disregarding her because they are so deeply hateful of women. Also they should die.
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ghost knew you would never cheat on him. that doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous from time to time.
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jealous of the way soap always calls you “bonnie” or “beauty” or “lass”. jealous of how you two train together when he’s managing the recruits. jealous of the sergeant-only meetings he’s not privy to. jealous of pub invites and drunk dancing. never enough to cross a line, never in a way you disrespect your relationship with simon, but it still makes him jealous. a feeling in the pit of his stomach, a slow fire that builds higher and higher every time soap’s hand brushes your waist to get past you. simon has worked so hard to be the loving man you need, and he won’t let soap take you away from him with a couple scottish pet names.
and now you’re in the common room late one night, arguing with johnny as per usual while perched on simon’s lap. simon doesn’t think much of it when he tells johnny off and johnny replies with a “fuck ye.” that is, until, you pipe up quietly “would you want to?” soap goes quiet for a second, considering.
“which one of ye?” you turn to simon, searching for something in his gaze. satisfied you found it, you turn back to johnny. “either?” simon clears his throat, hand finding your waist and massaging small circles into your skin.
“or both?”
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the one with the shacker shirt | more frat king steve x his problem causing bf eddie
a mini collab with @amethyst-crowns !!
it’s a cool friday night and eddie’s two tequila shots, a handful of beers, and a cigarette into his setlist at this point. their dedicated few fans are up front and center scream singing along with them while the rest of the bar is bustling with life.
with drinks being spilled, food being ordered and then forgotten about, sorority girls having deep meaningful talks in the bathroom so long their boyfriends’ forgot they were there.
it’s a friday night at his favorite college bar and eddie is buzzing with energy.
he’s got his guitar slung over his back and he’s taking a beer break, eyes scanning over the room in search of his favorite boy. he’s probably somewhere charming his way into free drinks in a way that never fails to leave eddie laughing and a bit baffled. he gets it though, everybody else is just as wrapped around steve’s finger as he is so he can’t say anything.
he’s talking to the guys, kicking a couple empty cans offstage when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.
two guys, probably eddie’s age, maybe seniors. they’re flagging him over and looking around suspiciously and eddie thinks that if they’re interested in buying, this is an awful strange time to approach him about it.
he’s about to break the news, tell them he’s not selling tonight when one of them smiles and claps his shoulder when he squats down to their height.
“hey man, we don’t want you to get in trouble so we figured we’d tell you before someone else did.” he says with a nod. says it like eddie will catch on, like he’ll know what this is about.
he doesn’t.
he furrows his brows and looks at them, confused. “pardon?”
the second guy tugs at the hem of eddie’s shirt, darts his eyes around conspiratorially again. “you gotta turn this inside out of something, bro. pledges can’t wear letters out until initiation. vp rec will hand you your ass if he hears about it.”
the first guy is all but hissing in his ear in his effort to be quiet. “yeah AND the president’s here, man. we’re just looking out for you.”
eddie glances down at his own chest, realizing for the first time what shirt he grabbed off the back of steve’s desk chair this morning.
it’s not his that’s for sure. it’s definitely his boyfriend’s. big, bold greek letters across the chest. ink peeling off and threadbare around the waist. the arm holes more hole than shirt at this point.
he smiles back up at the guys, finally figuring out what this is about.
he huffs a quiet laugh and his knees crack when he stand back up. he hears gareth mindlessly drumming his sticks against his stool so he knows his break’s over. pulls his guitar back around to his chest and bows.
“well i appreciate your looking out for me, gentlemen. but… i think i’ll take my chances.”
he hears a scoff and a muffled “whatever, man” and a “not my fucking problem, i guess.”
but whatever he’s not paying any attention.
the mic squeals when he walks up to it and he’s got a thousand-watt smile and an apology on his lips immediately after.
“ah shit, sorry, sorry guys- my bad.” he backs up a step and squints against the harsh light, still searching for his boy. “before this next one, i’m looking for someone. baby? baby, where are you? can you come up here sweetheart?”
he looks toward the back of the crowd and sees steve’s bright smile and glassy eyes as he shoulders his way up front. sees how he stops to talk to a few people, say hi, dap up a couple of the guys. but he makes it up the front of the stage in record time given all that, regardless.
“there you are! missed you,” he says before he’s leaving his mic again and dropping down to his knees.
now he’s low enough that steve can tangle a hand in his unruly curls and tug him forward and down. can tug him close enough the he feels his breath against his lips when he whispers “will you play my favorite?”
he knows his own smile is bright as the sun.
“of course, baby.”
when steve kisses him, messy and like he’s putting on a show, eddie can’t help but overhear the “what?” and “oh that’s him?” coming from the side stage.
there are a lot of perks to being steve’s boyfriend. but that response is always one of his favorites.
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balkan barty bc i had these laying around and i love that some people agree... this man chews on toothpicks like they are candy, spits sunflower seeds at 5 meters distance, steals street signs on busy roads, wears this ridiculous adidas sportswear, his permanent stance is this exact squat, he has a silver watch that doesn't match absolutely nothing that he wears and never in his life has he tied his shoelaces...
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