#gender neutral reader x jjba jotaro

[surprisingmarch]

(𝐉𝐉𝐁𝐀) 𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥) (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 :) )

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TW: Mentions of Anxiety and PTSD related symptoms.

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When you first approached him, he didn't pay you much mind. In fact, he seemed to ignore your existence entirely… mostly. You did get a reaction out of him whenever you asked him how he was or seemed concerned about his well being. He would just look down at you with that scowl of his, tip his hat, and look away. But you didn't let that scare you away, he never shooed you off or cussed you out, so in your mind that must mean he secretly enjoyed your pestering.

So you started to follow him around a bit, determined to become Mr. Grumpy pants' friend. You considered this phase two of your friendship plan, follow him around and see if he minded your presence before you try anything else that might piss him off… He didn't seem to mind, surprisingly enough. You'd walk with him down hallways and on campus and just chat about various topics.. Though, the conversations were always one sided.. other than an occasional almost radio silent hum from him, which you assumed was his version of a shy response to your chattering. You would often give him relationship advice during your rants to try to help him with his obvious awkwardness hidden behind that tough exterior. Such as "talking about his feelings more so people know how to help" and "trying to at least some what show interest in the people that he cares for". You think he was listening… maybe.

Whenever he seemed stressed and was tense, he seemed to loosen up and actually enjoy himself whenever you came to talk his ear off, once you even caught a smile tugging on the corner of his lips, so he must some what listen to you.

You'd often find him with his arms crossed and his fists clenching his jacket sleeves so tightly that his fingers started to turn white. His jaw would tighten to the point you thought he might just break his teeth and sweat would drip off his brow. He always has an extremely pale sickly look to him whenever he worries or stresses too much.. or really at all. You eventually put together that when he's stressed he doesn't seem to eat or drink anything all day, which explains the concerning pale look. You discovered this after you started to accompany him to lunch which just so happened to be during exams.

You always sit right next to him on a random secluded staircase into the building, he seems to like to eat away from anyone that could bother him. You were fixated on your food for a bit so it took you a moment to notice his sitting position and his expression. He was sitting with his lunch open in his lap and a bit of it in his hands as if he attempted to eat it but ended up over thinking it. His other arm was wrapped around his stomach as if it was hurting or was bothering him. His brows were furrowed and he almost looked like he was about to break down and cry, he just stared off into the distance with those poor scared puppy dog eyes.

"Jotaro?" You ask softly, his eyes widen as if he was snapped out of a trance and he glaces over at you, his baby blue eyes shining slightly from the tears he was holding back. You stare at him for a moment, the both of you look deeply into each others eyes and souls before you scoot over and sit right against him and wrap your arm around the back of his shoulders. You give him a firm rub on his shoulder blades and you feel him shudder a bit. "Hey, it's okay, okay? It's going to be okay, I promise. Shhh.. it's okay." You reassure quietly. He tips his hat over his face and sighs deeply, you continue to rub his back, quietly shushing him and muttering compliments to him every now an again.

Eventually, you hear him start to sob silently and put together that the first shudder you felt was actually just a stifled sob and not disgust from your touch like you assumed. "I'm so proud of you, Jotaro." You confess softly, and with that, he lifts both of his hands and places them over his face. His fingers raise his hat slightly as he barely starts to rub his face, almost as if he's attempting to snap himself out of it or calm himself down. "Shhh… It's okay, Jojo.." You whisper before you get up and stand in front of him, you lightly tug at his hands in an attempt to remove them, but they don't even budge. "Jojo.." You whisper softly once more as you start to rub the backs of his calloused hands, you hear a shaky exhale before his hands fall into yours, the weight of them surprised you. Jotaro refuses to look at you, instead looking at his lap. His beautiful black eyelashes are dampened and his eyes are a bit red and irritated from his silent crying. Wet tears are still streaming down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into his food. You place his hands carefully into his lap away from his food and reach up to cup his cheeks. He leans into your touch ever so slightly but still refuses to look at you. You carefully raise his chin in an attempt to get him to look at you. "Jotaro.." You softly call him, his eyes flutter up at you, he squints from the sunlight and blinks a few times. He reaches up and adjusts his hat firmly back onto his head before he lays his hands back into his lap exactly where you had placed them.

"If it means anything to you, I won't leave you, Jotaro. Whatever is upsetting you, we'll get through it together, as besties!" You exclaim happily, he stares at you in bewilderment for a moment or two before he looks back down at his lap and tips his hat down over his eyes, he shakes his head. "Yareyareda ze.." He mumbles under his breath, you peek under his hat and see a slight smile pulling at his lips. He lets go of his hat and pats the concert right next to him where you were sitting when you were holding him, you take the hint and waddle back over and plop down next to him. "Hurry up and eat before we have another class." He demands. "Okay, bestie." You say with a giant smug smile, you're mostly doing it to tease him. He glances down at you with that annoyed scowl of his before he looks away and sighs again. "Yareyareda ze.." He says in annoyance.

"Oh come on, if you really hated me you would have shooed me by now, now eat your food, your mother worked hard on that…" You pause and check out his food, he looks down at you and watches you examine his lunch, patiently waiting for your retort. "Sandwich with the crusts cut off." You finish, his flushes bright red, he tilts his hat to hide his face from you as he looks away. "Oh, come on mamas boy, it's not so bad. Many moms do that for their sons, don't be such a baby about it, be proud of it." You retort. Jotaro mumbles something under his breath that you can only assume was swears. "Hm? What was that? That better be kind words towards your hard working mother, now eat your food before you make your mama worry even more about you. And for the love of everything drink some damn water Jotaro, you need to hydrate to be able to think so you can pass your exams." You demand, Jotaro sits still for a moment before he sighs and looks down at his food. "Come on, ya big lug." You encourage as you pat on his back. "You got this, big boy. You can eat that sandwich, absolutely destroy it like a T-rex!" You tease. "Y/N!" Jotaro barks as he glares over at you, your eyes widen, you didn't even know he knew your name.

You smile widely at the fact he knows your name and has actually absorbed at least some of your rants. Jotaro examines you for a moment before he looks back down at his food and sighs. After a few more moments he finally takes a bite of his sandwich. "There ya go!" You exclaim happily. "Y/N, if you do not stop I will consider shoving you into a locker and leaving you there." Jotaro threatens with a huff. You snicker at him, hearing you laugh makes him smile a bit. "What? Too attached to actually use a real threat?" You tease half seriously. "Shut up… Yareyareda ze." He barks back before he takes a sip of his water.

Shortly after you cheered Jotaro up, he very shyly offered you a dorito, which looked extremely small in between his two fingers and almost made you laugh but you managed to choke it down. He just holds it and stares at the ground with a bright red flush across his cheeks and nose. His other hand is holding onto the brim of his hat, pulling it down into his eyes slightly. His shyness makes you so happy, it's so sweet. You knew he was just a giant baby, you knew it! He taps his fingers on the brim of his hat nervously upon noticing that you noticed his offer, you've put together that he messes with his hat when he's nervous, which you find absolutely adorable. You take it and smile sweetly at him, he glances over at you once he feels the chip leave his hand. "Thank you Jotaro." You thank him softly, he flushes deeper and looks away. "Yareyareda ze.." He mumbles.

Whenever you followed him around after that and talked to him he seemed to enjoy it ever so slightly more, he even became a bit more expressive. He started to nod occasionally and give a slightly louder hum.. It wasn't much but it was a start.

But after the lunch incident you started to slyly compliment him and praise him as to not overwhelm him with too much love and he really seemed to enjoy that. A smile would subconsciously take over his features and he'd have a slight pep in his step for the rest of the day, sometimes for several days. It made you so happy to make him happy, it took alot of work but you finally made it to phase three, breaking down his many walls.

You still wonder how on earth he made it in life without you there cheering him on. When he's stressed, he's not just stressed, he's in total breakdown mode every single time. He wasn't eating properly, he wasn't drinking water for god knows how long before you noticed and there's no telling what other destructive things he was doing that you didn't even know about. Poor baby has intense anxiety issues, you feel bad for him. But you can't blame him, the world's a mess and so is everyone in it, ya just gotta try your best and try to make as many people happy as you humanly can.

You often think back to that one time he just collapsed in on himself, he just finally broke down in front of you… worse than he already had.

He was particularly stressed that week and had being extremely picky and obstinate about not eating his food or drinking any water, you'd argue with him and encourage him to take care of himself if not for him, then the ones who care of him such as his mother, but when he'd try to eat a little he'd hold his stomach after almost as if it pained him to do so. So you usually only managed to get him to drink a little water, which you are thankful he did. One day he did manage to eat quite a bit of his lunch which you're almost 100% certain he did just because you were starting to really worry about him, but once you two re-entered the building, he rushed down the hallway to a nearby bathroom with a hand over his mouth and at that point you knew he was probably puking his guts out.

Against your better judgement, you entered the mens bathroom which was… surprisingly empty, and knocked on the only closed stall which creaked open when you did so, revealing a most pitiful looking Jotaro sitting in the white tile floor with his head hanging over the toilet. "Jotaro?" You ask softly, Jotaro reaches back behind him without even looking and slams the stall door shut and after that you hear him hurl once again. You sigh deeply, he needs you more than ever right now, so you're going to have to push some of his boundaries. You push open the stall as much as you can without hitting Jotaro and rub his back soothingly through the crack. "What the fuck are you doing in here, idiot?" He hisses as he pants sickly, he glares back at you and you watch as sick drips down his chin. "Jotaro, open the damn stall in let me in, you dumb fuck. I'm not going to leave you in here sick as a damn dog to throw up by yourself, I know this is because you're stressed, just let me help you." You demand, right after you finish your statement the stall door breaks off it's hinges and floats over to a nearby wall where it carefully props itself against it.

"Huh… that's a little strange.." You mumble, you glance back at Jotaro, he rolls his eyes at your comment and looks down at the ground as he breaths heavily, seemingly in thought. You quickly scoot next to him, you hear the bathroom entrance's lock click, you assume it was the unseen force that removed the stall door giving you and Jotaro some privacy.. you assume it's Jotaro doing it, but you're not entirely sure. Either way, you don't feel threatened by the thing or person so you choose to ignore it and focus on Jotaro. You rub his back and wipe the puke from his lips and chin with your thumb, his eyes dart up at you, glaring deep into your soul. "Oh come now Jotaro, don't you glare at me like that. We've been over this, I'll always be here for you, no matter how much you try to push me away, I'll always come back." You retort grumpily. Jotaro shakes his head slightly and sighs. "Yareyareda ze." He mumbles under his breath, he looks back over at the toilet and you hear a terrible grumble from his stomach. "Shhh… you're okay.." You whisper as you reach under his arms and rub his stomach, surprisingly enough, he lets you do so and even closes his eyes as you do it. "Hey, you're going to take a break from classes, okay?" You say as you start to reach for his pocket to steal his phone.

He shakes his head and hisses a response. "No I'm not." "Jotaro, you just finished the exams you were so worried about yesterday and the day is half way over, you're taking a sick day, you're sick. I'll handle it-" You stop mid sentence as you struggle to take the phone from his pocket which he is currently holding shut, eventually you manage to slither your hand past him and grab the phone and at that point he finally just lets you do what you want as he reaches up and grabs the toilet bowl and hurls into it once more. "See, there you go again." You say with a sigh as you flip open his shitty flip phone. "I'll handle the professors, they like me, I give them gifts and I get straight As." You assure as you call the main office and tell the secretary that Jotaro Kujo and yourself will be gone for a few days because Jotaro is sick, you admit that you'll be taking care of him as he's a close family friend and his folks are out of town. The secretary applauds your loyalty and promises that she'll handle the rest. And with that, you end the call and carefully put Jotaro's pitiful phone back into his pocket. "Why are you going to be absent, don't tell me you are actually planning on taking care of me." Jotaro interrogates, his voice is horse from his strained throat.

"You're darn tootin' I am! Now get up bud, I'm taking you home." You tug on one of his arms and he mumbles under his breath before he gets up with a groan and flushes the toilet with his foot. As you turn you're met with the invisible… person..? blocking your path and you run right into them. "Oh, excuse me." You say politely, the force moves out of the way so you can leave, you stop and stare at the stall door for a moment. "Are you gonna-" You're interrupted by Jotaro grabbing the collar of your shirt and pushing you along, the entrance door lock clicks as you approach it and the door swings open for you both and shuts behind you. Jotaro hangs onto your shirt collar as he pretty much pulls you out of the college and to his questionable vehicle. "I can-" "Shut up." Jotaro interrupts you before you can even offer to drive for him, he opens the passenger door for you and pretty much stuffs you inside the car then carefully shuts the door. He gets into the drivers seat and pulls out his keys from his other pocket. "Damn.. I could have stole them if I had realized they were on the opposite side from his phone.. Missed opportunity.." You think to yourself as he starts the car and squeals off into the street.

He was… relatively, compliant when you were taking care of him.. as much as Jotaro can be. ================================== 𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ==================================

Eventually, he seemed kind of distant again and you figured he needed some space and you were annoying him so you started to give him some, but after just a few classes you found him standing outside your classroom waiting for you. He was leaning against the wall across from your class with one of his feet pressed against it and his arms crossed, he was looking down at the ground but heard the class door open and looked up to try and catch you.

You walk over to him and as you do so he stands up straight and practically towers over you, as usual. "Is something wrong?" He asks blatantly, giving you no time to even greet him. You immediately realize what he's referring to and quickly respond. "Oh! No- I mean yes! I was just giving you space because you seemed kind of distant lately…" He raises a brow at you, you gulp and quickly try to explain further, you didn't mean to hurt his feelings if you did. "Well, you see, I didn't want to get on your nerves or seem too clingy or anything like that, so I thought it would be best to give you some space… Plus, I just sort of started to follow you around and never really got the validation that you even enjoyed it other than my own assumptions.. and you know what they say about those. I didn't want to over stay my welcome so I distanced myself a bit to see if you were annoyed with me and if you would cool down." You admit blatantly, he flushes bright red and tilts his hat down over his eyes.

"You're fine. Now come on and don't that again, it's stupid… idiot." He demands lowly before he starts to walk down the crowded hallway, you quickly follow behind him with a giant smile on your face, at least he showed that he cared. You weave in and out between people to try and keep up the pace with Jotaro's wide strides. Once you finally catch up with him you try to catch a glimpse of his face, he's still slightly red but he has that usual stoic expression, as always. "Soo…" You begin, his eyes quickly dart down at you. "Does this mean we're besties?" You ask half teasingly. Suddenly, Jotaro grabs your hand and pulls you down an empty hallway connected to an exit, you look around in shock, then look at his hand still holding yours. "I.." You look up at him as he begins to explain himself. "I was distant because I was… considering… what you could be to me." He awkwardly confesses.

Well, it looks like your relationship advice worked, he is trying to explain himself more… it's a start. "And..?" You ask tenderly, you wait patently for him to respond as he looks to the side and processes before he looks back at you. He hides his face with the brim of his hat. You reach up and try to tip his hat up a bit to tease him. "Y/N, no." Jotaro barks, he jerks his head to the side and glares a mean side eye down at you. You giggle a bit, you see his shadowed baby blue eyes soften upon hearing your laughter. Jotaro responds as he adjusts the hat you almost tipped off his head. "I've concluded that you're a pain in my damn ass.. But you're my pain in the ass." Jotaro answers honestly, his annoyance with you stains the some what sweet confession. "Sooo…?" You press harder, wanting a real confession. Jotaro glares so evilly at you that you think he might just turn you to stone before he finally closes his eyes and sighs.

"You're a friend. Now come on, let's go eat." He admits finally, he quickly grabs your hand again and tugs you out the exit, he makes sure to hold the door open for you as you follow behind him. Jotaro hisses swears under his breath as he pulls you to the usual eating spot. He plops down on the cement stairs poutily and immediately starts to eat, you assume he's avoiding talking to you and further based on the fact he refuses to look your way and the faint blush dancing across his cheeks and nose. You walk over and sit next to him and carefully watch as he stuffs his face with food.. you start to question if he's stress eating. "Thank you for telling me… bestie." You thank him with a smile, Jotaro's eyes dart over at you for a moment before he looks down and smiles ever so slightly.

He makes a point to wait for you to come find him near his class from that point on instead of making you chase him down as he's walking to his eating spot.. You think he probably found it amusing for you to chase him around like that, annoying ass. You decided to get him back for all those times.. Of course, you had to space the plan out over a few weeks, but you got him back.

A few times you didn't show up and waited by your classroom instead to mess with him. It went well.. you think? The first time after a few minutes of waiting awkwardly in an empty hallway Jotaro did put together what you were doing and stomped over to your classroom. You could tell he was mad as all hell, he towered over you menacingly as he glared down at you. You were eating your food by your classroom door with your legs criss-cross apple sauce. "You didn't pick me up, you can't make me wait all day." You informed teasingly.

After your little comment he quite literally grabbed your food and packed it then threw you over his shoulder and carried you all the way to the usual spot. You couldn't help but laugh at him the whole way there.. it seems Jotaro doesn't like change. He just ploped you down on the grass by the staircase and handed you your food and practically ignored your presence the whole time like the pouty baby he is. Eventually, towards the end of the lunch break, he did say a few small things, but otherwise he still pouted even into the next day. You teased him relentlessly for it.. that probably didn't help.

The second time you did it he came to your classroom way faster, he came before everyone was even cleared from the hallways and once he approached you he just stood over you as you ate your food in the floor. He stood there for a few moments before he attempted to kick the food out of your hand, which obviously, he did manage to do with his fat ass foot and you hollered swears at him as he threw you over his shoulder again and picked up your lunch bag and took you all the way to the usual spot once more. ..At least he let you eat half of his lunch and he did bring extra lunch he bought for you the next day to make up for it… the little shit. He got you a good lunch too, gourmet… at least he isn't cheap when it comes to make up gifts.

The third time you did it he didn't show up after several minutes, so you decided to pack up your lunch and check out the usual lunch spot to see why. He was patently waiting for you there, eating on his chips. You noticed by now that every time you didn't show Jotaro only ate on the "side dishes", apparently he refuses to eat the main course without you there, which you think is sweet. "Y/n." Jotaro greeted you as you walked over to him, he didn't even glance up at you, he just knew you were there by spider senses you suppose. You threw your arms up in the air at him. "You're not playing the game right." You argued. "What game? Eat your lunch, Y/n." Jotaro said calmly as he started his main course. You have to admit.. he won that one.

The forth time you did it he showed up in record time, people weren't even cleared out of the hallways yet and you had just sat down. He came about three minutes after your classes ended and just immediately threw you over his shoulder. "What the hell!? How did you even know?" You questioned him. "You haven't done it in a while, it was getting suspicious." Jotaro responds blatantly. "Ah… shit." You mumble frustratedly.

At this point he expects you to be a "little shit" and thinks it's extremely suspicious if you're not trying to do something to piss him off. Honestly, if you don't try to he'll be mildly disappointed, he quite enjoys your little games.. despite how pissed off he gets in the heat of the moment, in the end he does have some fun.

Jotaro seems to always be around if you ever have any trouble, such as if you get approached by people you don't like or get bothered by literally anything, even if a dog wanders up and seems aggressive he is some how "in the area" and is there in an instant. You like to joke that he's your platonic soulmate… but you are considering that plausibility quite seriously at this point… and so is he. He refuses to explain why he's always there or how he got there, he just takes care of the problem and leaves. You're quite confident that he'd save you even if you were in another country.

He does like when you invite him over for "hang out days" and such, he really enjoys your company and honestly, he usually crashes with you. It's the few times he can actually sleep through the night without horrible nightmares or visions. He often tries to come over and will just randomly burst into your home and lay on the couch without saying a word. At first you thought he came to steal your food, that is, until you realized as soon as you'd sit on the couch he would lean against you and pass out, at that point you caught onto the fact he probably has PTSD from something and enjoys your company while sleeping. You assume you make him feel safe, which fills you with great pride.

You eventually asked him how the hell he was getting into your house and he just lifted up his car keys up and held up a single key… apparently he copied your key in case of emergency. You don't doubt that that's true… but he probably also did it to steal your food as well.

Now a days you two are best friends and just hang out all the damn time. Even professors have noticed your closeness and joke about you two being like siblings, which you both secretly love.

Of course, he has told you about his stand and thank god he did because it visits you often and scares the ever living shit out of you when it picks up items and touches you. God forbid Jotaro doesn't see you for a single day or else Star Platinum comes all the way over to where ever you are to check on you and give you a hug. It doesn't matter where you go, Star Platinum some how manages to always find you, it's honestly impressive.

He really exposes how much of a worry wart Jotaro is and just how much he cares for you, Star even makes sure you're eating properly by bringing you take out from... somewhere? He always manages to give you your favorite foods, you just don't know where he stole them from. You kind of feel bad if he stole them from someone but then again, finders keepers.

After a while of getting closer to Jotaro, you started to actually start to see Star Platinum for yourself, albeit a blurry version, but still him. A giant purple man with glistening starry hair in little to no clothing. He's a very hard person to miss, you're surprised you never seen him before but you suppose since you're not a stand user, it makes sense. When you informed Jotaro that you'd started to see Star he panicked but you suggested it's because you two are so close that your souls are merging... you meant it as a joke but it seems very plausible.. he calmed down after that and seemed to worry about you a little less for some reason.

You both tested to see if you are a stand user, you are not. The only explanation for you being able to see Star Platinum and slowly seeing him better and better over time is your closeness with Jotaro and the fact you could really be "soul merging" or platonic twin flames.. Neither of you mind this explanation and would like to believe it to be true.

You've found that Star Platinum is quite the little snuggle bug and attention seeker, he will often bring you gifts such as video games you've mentioned you wanted and just things in general that he thinks you'll enjoy and by god is he good at it. Both Star Platinum and Jotaro are amazing gift givers, you suppose it makes up for his sorely lacking communication skills.

Jotaro has taken alot of your advice and has started regularly practicing some of it. Such as journaling, dream journaling, writing you notes when something is bothering him so he can actually communicate his concerns and worries (usually about you), he's been more open with affection by just a smidge, but it's better than nothing. You've found that he really enjoys cuddles and you'll both often pass out on the couch together as you watch tv or play video games together.

There's one incident with the notes you'll never forget and you still hold it against him to embarrass him when he makes you mad.

One day you were both sitting on the couch late at night watching a sad drama movie. Suddenly Jotaro handed you a small orange sticky note folded over twice, you opened it and it read "Can we cuddle?" and you couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sweet request. You looked over at Jotaro and seen a very sour faced baby tipping his hat over his face with a bright red flush across his entire face and even his ears. "Yeah, we can cuddle." You responded with another small giggle. And with that, he leaned back against the couch's arm and opened up his arms for you to join him, you leaned back and laid into him, letting all of your worries fall from you. He felt so hot you joked that you were going to have to hose him down with ice cold water.. he did not like the thought of that, Jotaro hates cold water. If you were as hot as him you would too.

You've discovered that he is the best cuddler, he makes you feel safe and secure, he's nice and warm, and he never goes to sleep before you. At least… usually he doesn't. There's been a few times where he's been extremely exhausted and passed out upon laying in your arms.

Jotaro ended up convincing you to also study Marine Biology too. He's very excited to work with you forever, it's the one time he's physically shown excitement. He smiled so widely and looked at you like a bright eyed puppy. "Really..?" He said so sweetly, he was astonished that you agreed, he never expected you to cave. He was so damn happy about it.

After you both graduate he pulls some strings to ensure you both work at the same place in the same department, always, no matter what. You both gush over all the cute aquatic animals and how beautiful the scenery is all the time, you both do all your research and work in record time, mostly because you work together and have fun, and you never get bored because when one of you does the other finds something interesting to cheer the other up. It's the ideal work situation.

================================== 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥) ==================================

[kittwix]

First Kiss with the Joestars

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Jodio Joestar x Neu! Reader

word count: 5.4k , it's long if you read all of their parts >_<

tags: very sweet; cavity inducing fluff, jodio is a little mean, reader stand isnt specify or implied, reader is gender neutral!

Jonathan Joestar

Your suspicion grew when he had invited you for a picnic out to the vineyard. He had made it obvious that he liked being around you, even at the times when he would be practicing for his Rugby tournaments, he would always encourage you to be there to cheer him up.

He would have everything all planned out, he had his maids prepare the basket for him and even went ahead to pack some of his favorite lunch items; resisting the urge to just eat them right then and there before he could meet up with you.

Upon meeting, he gracefully held the basket with one hand, offering his other arm for you to grasp. He greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, eliciting a chuckle of amusement from you.

"My, my, Jojo.. Have you contrived this all on my behalf?" You stood there, curiosity in your eyes and a small smile, as you watched your boyfriend carefully spread a beautifully sewed quilt over the uneven patches of grass. It was clear that this moment, simple as it might seem, was shaped with intention and care, setting the stage for the intimate afternoon you were about to share together. "Could it be that there is a significant event which has escaped my memory?” 

"No, nothing of that sort." Jonathan replied, his smile casting a warmth over you that felt as comforting as sunlight caressing your skin.The sheer sight of him made your tummy flutter with butterflies; his handsomeness was evident, and his disposition was the pinnacle of gentleness. He was the nicest and most sincere boy you'd ever met. "What a delightful day out, wouldn’t you agree? The weather is simply ideal for a luncheon outing with my beloved.” 

"Well yes," You hummed, now it was your turn to be embarrassed as you fidgeted with your hands for a moment and watched him take apart the lunch. "I cannot shake the suspicion that you are plotting something. Quite the mischievous schemer, are you not?”

"What? Me? That’s absurd! Do you truly believe me of being capable of such baseness?" Your boyfriend teased, mimicking a frown which prompted you to gently push on his shoulder as you shared a laugh. It was times like this where you could genuinely admire him. You noted the sharp outlines of his chiseled face, and how his kind blue eyes, reminiscent of the deepest sapphires, seemed to sparkle even more under the natural light. And oh, that smile...

You gradually moved closer to him, inch by inch, until there was almost no room between you. He twisted his head, appearing surprised by the sudden closeness, yet there was no sign of disinterest in his reaction. Silence encompassed you both, the world around you dissolving into a distant hum. 

Within seconds, you closed your eyes and closed the final gap, your lips meeting his in a sweet, short kiss. It was a brief encounter, lasting only a few seconds before you pulled back, but in his gaze, you could swear you saw stars twinkling back at you. He glanced at you, completely taken aback, his mouth slightly parted as if about to speak, capturing a moment of wonder.

"Wow..." He reacted. "That was certainly not within the scope of my intentions, but I must admit.. It was rather pleasant."

Joseph Joestar

It was mostly his initiation, he likes to joke around with you a little too much but that was just part of his personality that you like so much. Not to mention that he can be pretty unpredictable, making him blunt in ways that just makes you like him even more. 

"What do you want now, Joestar?" You asked, crossing your arms at the sight of your tall boyfriend creeping up on you with a stupid smile that could only mean that he was up to no good.

"Ouch! Can't a guy stroll up to his darling and turn on the charm?" He asked, seeming to have pretended to his offensiveness with a hand on his chest as he bats his eyelashes at you. “Anyways, got any plans later?”

“Oh, what’s it to you? Gonna take me out for dinner? Miss Lisa Lisa isn’t going to like the fact that you’re slacking off on your training.” You reiterated back with a little smirk and a hand on your hip. "She doesn't need to know! I can handle almost anything, baby! Just give me a shot, or else you might get kissed." He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, leaning in a bit closer, and you couldn’t help but conceal the smile that was growing on your face. With a playful push, you gently nudged him back, enjoying the flirtatious banter between you. “Is that a threat?” You raised a brow. “Or are you asking something out of me?” “Perhaps.” He answered back and for a second, silence enveloped both of you, heightening the tension in the air. It didn't help matters that he was so close, his scent filling your senses. Glancing around briefly, you released a small sigh, shaking your head in a playful manner. With a tender gesture, you reached out and cupped his cheek, the intimate moment shared between you intensifying.

“You’re impossible.” Your voice was a faint whisper, closing the distance between you as you moved in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss, delicate and sweet, lasted far longer than you had anticipated, but you found yourself loving every moment of it. As you got closer, the temptation to melt into his embrace overcame you, and you could feel his eagerness through the curious movements of his hands, which became bolder by the minute.

However, just as you were about to voice your feelings, the distinct call of Caesar’s voice pierced the intimate bubble you had created, forcing you to regretfully break the kiss. Turning your gaze back to Joseph, you were met with his trademark snarky smile, a look that teetered on the edge of being both endearing and infuriating. He wore his joy openly, quietly bragging to himself about having gained something as simple as a kiss to you. It was a moment that triggered a playful irritation in you, making you want to slap his smug grin away.

As the moment between you faded, you watched him depart with a playful wink cast over his shoulder in your direction before returning back to Caesar. Even as he walked away, his cheeky demeanor left a lingering warm feeling in your heart, a silent promise of more moments like these to treasure.

Jotaro Kujo

On the contrary, it was an accidental kiss and wasn't something that neither of you had planned. It was in front of everyone as well, especially in front of his grandfather, which only heightened the embarrassment of the situation.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, with suspicions that an enemy Stand user, possibly one of Dio's underlings, was involved. This required everyone to be attentive, continuously on the lookout for signs of an attack or sabotage, no matter how bizarre the situation may be at hand. Despite the tension, the moment had allowed for a brief lapse into normalcy as Joseph generously offered to cover the cost of lunch for everyone. You conveyed your gratitude gracefully, humming blissfully to yourself as you devoured the pasta you'd chosen, enjoying the flavors 

However, your delight was cut short when you felt an unusual sensation in your throat. It swelled quickly, making it difficult to breathe and speak. Panic came in when you realized you were choking, and the situation quickly escalated from uncomfortable to life-threatening. It was Iggy who had caught on to this, the small dog emerging from beneath the table and began barking loudly at you.

The abrupt escalation of events threw the group into a state of alarm. As you began to drool excessively, struggling for air, a small, rabid-like bug emerged from your mouth, adding a surreal horror to the scene. Your attempt to cry out was muffled, choked by the intrusion. Polnareff and Joseph let out a collective scream, their voices blending in shock and terror. Despite the panic that was clouding your eyesight, you could see Avdol and Kakyoin rush into action, summoning their Stands with an eagerness.

In the midst of the chaos and fear, you suddenly felt a strong, reassuring grip on your shoulder, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with Jotaro. His presence was imposing, the brim of his hat casting a shadow that obscured the upper half of his face, rendering his eyes invisible in the moment. Before you could process the situation fully, Jotaro's lips pressed firmly against yours. Shock and a surge of adrenaline caused your eyes to fly open wide, your hands instinctively curling into fists against his muscular chest. As he pulled back, the realization hit you: Jotaro had taken the stand from your mouth, now holding it between his lips. With a look of disgust, he spat it out to the side. In an instant, Star Platinum was summoned, its fist blurring into motion as it delivered a powerful punch that sent the stand hurtling into oblivion.

Everyone was taken aback by Jotaro's action. It was a bold move that had you gasping for air. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you processed the sensation; his lips had been surprisingly soft, and the kiss had carried a level of passion that left you questioning its intent.

The lingering sensation of his lips on yours created an array of emotions swirling within you, mixing gratitude with confusion and a hint of curiosity. The lingering sensation of his lips on yours sparked a range of emotions within you.

You cleared your throat, the unexpectedness of the circumstance made you feel instantly self-conscious, forcing you to put your plate aside as your hunger faded in the aftermath of the experience. “Thanks…” You said hoarsely.

“Yare Yare…” 

Josuke Higashikata

You and Josuke attended the same school, and it had become a regular occurrence for him to offer to walk you home. At first, you didn't think much of it, considering it a friendly gesture. However, things took a different turn when your school friends started teasing you, hinting that Josuke might have a crush on you.

Today was like any other day, with Josuke offering to walk you home once again. However, a nagging feeling of guilt crept over you as you realized how many times he had gone out of his way for you without expecting anything in return. Despite your gratitude for his kindness, you couldn't help but feel like you owed him something more substantial.

As the two of you approached your house's doorstep, you fidgeted with your hands, an anxious yet grateful smile forming across your face as you turned to face the boy. "Is this like, the millionth time you've walked me to my door?" you teased gently, resting against the doorframe and looking down at your feet. "You're really sweet," you said, genuine admiration coloring your words as you met his gaze again. His presence was familiar and comforting, making every trip to your door a special part of your day.

Josuke rubbed the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips as he blushed slightly at your words. "Hey, I was raised to be a gentleman, y'know," he replied with a hint of self-consciousness, his genuine sincerity shining through. "And, uh, I think you're pretty cool to hang out with." he added, trying to play it off casually but unable to hide the warmth in his eyes as he looked at you. 

"Yeah? I think you're pretty cool too," you replied, crossing your arms and allowing your gaze to linger on his figure, almost as if you were studying him intently. Josuke, with his trademark pompadour, couldn't help but chuckle softly at your lingering look, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You fought with the thoughts that raced through your mind, urging you to take the risk and make your move, especially after leaving Josuke visibly flustered. He was now haphazardly kicking at a pebble under his foot, avoiding direct eye contact as if quietly expressing that he was waiting for something else to happen before returning home. The tension in the air was obvious, and you could sense the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

"I wanted to thank you for walking with me every day," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "A proper thank you," you quickly corrected yourself, hoping to drop a subtle hint about where the conversation was heading. "I feel like my words aren't enough. I think you deserve something more meaningful."

As you spoke, Josuke's gaze shifted back to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes. He didn't know what to expect, but the moment he felt your hands holding onto his biceps, everything seemed to fall into place. His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him, his mouth going dry and his lips quivering slightly in response to the sudden surge of emotions.

Without hesitating for another second, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against Josuke's, savoring the sweetness of the moment. The taste of cherry chapstick lingered on your lips, adding to the enchantment of the kiss. When you finally pulled away, a soft giggle escaped your lips as you admired the lovestruck expression on Josuke's face, his goofy grin speaking volumes about his happiness in that moment. "S-so, uh... I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Josuke asked, a hint of nervousness lacing his words. In response, you gave his cheek a soft tap, a reassuring gesture that brought a smile to his face. With a final glance and a warm smile, you opened the door to your house, leaving Josuke with a sense of anticipation.

“Definitely.”

Giorno Giovanna

During another date that he had arranged, Giorno bought you ice cream as the two of you walked hand in hand. It was a rare occasion when he wasn't caught up in his responsibilities as a mob leader and actually took the time to be with you. Being outside of the mansion felt refreshing, and you were grateful that Giorno shared the same sentiment.

"You know," you started, a playful lilt in your voice as you attempted to coax him into sharing the dessert, "it's one of your favorite flavors. Are you sure you don't want a taste?" Your attempt was light-hearted, an effort to draw him into a small act of normalcy, something as mundane as sharing ice cream on a date.

Giorno's response was a chuckle, the sound warm and rich, filling the space between you. "I'm quite sure. Today, I'm more than happy just to see you enjoy it," he replied, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. 

It made you wonder if he'd ever considered taking the relationship to the next level. Nothing extravagant, simply the fact that you've been dating for a while now and he has never initiated a kiss. How you ached to feel his lips on yours. Given his soft-spoken demeanor, you wondered if his lips were also soft and moisturized, providing an intoxicating lasting sensation with each kiss. Given that you were staring a little too long, Giorno had turned to meet your eyes as an evident grin spread across his lips as he cups his own cheek out of embarrassment. “Is there something on my face? You look like you have something you want to say.”

“Mmm, yeah actually.” You responded back with lidded eyes as you gave his hand a small squeeze and stopped your tracks. "There’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for the longest.” You admitted as the ice cream in your hands slowly melted from the bright sun above. You continued, “If I have your permission to touch you, will you trust me?” 

"You always have my permission, you don't need to ask," Giorno reassured you with a gentle smile, his eyes watching you carefully. As you wrapped one arm around his neck, the distance between your bodies shortened, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Your cheeks were flushed, and the way he met your gaze without much of a reaction made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You felt his arm snake around your waist, and it almost seemed like he knew exactly what you had planned to do next. The anticipation and closeness between you added a thrilling suspense to the moment.

Eventually, the both of you lean in to share a passionate kiss. Much to your pleasure, his lips were soft and so were his hands as it continues to explore the rest of your body. You felt weak in the knees, your hand rested on his chest and once the two of you pulled away you were left starstruck. “Giorno...” “Shall we get going?” The question, simple and gentle, jolted you back to reality, yet the magic of the moment lingered like the afterglow of a sunset. His hand, warm and reassuring, squeezed yours. You nodded your head in response, letting the blonde lead the way as the two of you continue to enjoy the rest of your date. 

Jolyne Cujoh

Well, it was more of a dare than something that was just intended. Whenever she was in a good mood, she hardly took herself so seriously, especially when she was messing around with her friends. Though it was pretty easy to break down the tough exterior that she occasionally displays on herself. That’s just how Jolyne is and you admire her for that.

You were seated comfortably on the carpet of your apartment, surrounded by your friends and the lively energy of the gathering. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, fueled by the risky game you had all decided to play. With each round, bets were placed, and allowances were on the line as you wagered on the most obscure acts and challenges.

However, things took an unexpected turn when Ermes placed a cash bet on Jolyne kissing you. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone's gaze focused on you and Jolyne, the heightened tension palpable as the game appeared to have strayed into personal territory. 

“Where’d that even come from? You tryin’ to make fun of us or something?” You asked Ermes, your cheeks felt warm,

Ermes just laughed, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the sudden tension between you and Jolyne. "What? Can't handle a little dare?" she teased, her grin widening at your discomfort. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, especially when you caught Jolyne's eye. Her usually fierce demeanor seemed softened by the flush of embarrassment, making her look unexpectedly vulnerable.

Jolyne let out a deep breath, her gaze shifting from you to Ermes and then back again. "Fine," she finally said, the word coming out more as a challenge than a submission. She leaned closer, her eyes locked with yours, a mix of defiance and something softer you couldn't quite place. The room fell silent, the playful teasing of moments ago replaced by an almost electric anticipation. You could hear your heart beating, loud in the quiet of the room, as Jolyne's face came closer to yours. Her eyes flickered closed, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.

The kiss was brief, a simple press of lips that felt like a spark through your entire body. When she pulled back, her eyes met yours again, searching for a reaction. The room erupted into whistles and laughter from Ermes and Foo Fighters, but both you and Jolyne were caught in a moment of silent communication, a question and answer passing silently between you.

Jolyne broke eye contact first, turning back to face Ermes and the others with a nonchalant shrug. "See? Just a kiss," she said, her voice steady but you noticed the slight pink still coloring her cheeks.

You were left a little dazed, warmth spreading through your chest. Although the kiss was part of the game, it felt like it carried more weight than either of you would admit. As the game continued and the evening wore on, you found yourself stealing glances at Jolyne, wondering if the moment had meant as much to her as it did to you.

Johnny Joestar

Just as he was about to join the big horse race, you had to pull him back a bit as you couldn’t help but worry about his own well being. It was a big deal, people can get way too competitive and you tend to worry over the littlest things. Of course, he had to reassure you that he was gonna be fine and that he would just have to be away for a few days, perhaps a few weeks or even months. The thought of being so far away from him already made you anxious and he noticed this, so he held your hands and looked up into your eyes. 

"I'll be fine, promise," he responded, his voice full of confidence and calmness. You wanted to believe in his statements and that he would carefully go through the challenges. You knew deep down that despite the distance and time away, he had the courage and determination to return to you.

Before you could say anything else, an obnoxiously loud horn blared, causing both you and Johnny to flinch. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, signaling that the horse race was about to commence. You observed Johnny, noticing how his gaze fixated on a man in a hat, attending to a horse. While you were curious about his sudden focus, you decided not to inquire and instead diverted his attention back to you.

You stretched out and cupped his cheek, gently turning his face toward you. The touch was both calming and anchoring, a gentle reminder amidst the chaos of the race. Johnny's gaze met yours, and everything else disappeared into the background. The clamor of the crowd, the excitement of the race, everything went incidental.

In the heat of the moment, you let your body take control as your brain lagged behind. You wrapped your arms around Johnny, pulling yourself closer to his pretty face and eventually your lips locked with his own. You could tell you caught him off guard with the way his body jumped but he immediately melted into the kiss.  The world around you seemed to fade into a blur, leaving just the warmth of his lips against yours and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in perfect harmony. It was a frozen moment in time, with every touch and sensation speaking volumes about your relationship.  

After the lingering kiss had finally ended, Johnny's lips retained their puckered form for a moment longer, as if trying to capture the essence of the intimate moment. His eyes remained closed, basking in the residual warmth of your embrace. It wasn't until you let out a playful giggle and lightly tapped his cheek that he snapped out of his reverie, realizing that the kiss had come to an end. Johnny's face broke into a sheepish grin as he opened his eyes, the delighted twinkle in them reflecting how deeply he had lost himself in the experience.

"Having fun there, loverboy?" you teased with a playful grin, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Shut up, and kiss me again before I go for real this time," Johnny mumbled in a half-serious, half-playful tone, already leaning in with closed eyes, anticipating the next kiss. You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully at his eagerness, knowing all too well how much he enjoyed these moments of intimacy.

Granting his wish, you leaned in closer, planting a series of small, teasing pecks on his lips. Each kiss was light and fleeting, just enough to leave him wanting more but sufficient to see the satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

His embrace was overwhelmingly tight, his clinginess something you adored in him, yet you hadn't quite anticipated the sheer strength he possessed. It left you feeling somewhat overpowered, as if you were about to be compressed into nothingness. Your reaction was a series of light giggles, and although you attempted to push him away gently, it only led him to draw you closer once again. Looking down at you, Gappy gently held your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"Josuke, what's gotten into you?" you question playfully about your boyfriend, but Gappy's arms remained tightly around you. Sure, you had grown accustomed to his affection, though it may occasionally take you by surprise with its intensity. You were also aware of his memory loss and continued search for his identity and purpose. Being one of the first people he met after losing his memory, he quickly developed an emotional connection to you, which you accepted wholeheartedly. 

“You’re warm...” He muttered quietly, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin, inducing involuntary shivers. His acts toward you were noticeably compassionate, in stark contrast to his usual approach. Really, he had charisma, a natural capacity to attract those around him, as well as characteristics that made him unique. Nonetheless, he was ready to get violent at any given moment. But with you, he was someone completely different. He treated you with tenderness and care that spoke volumes, distinguishing you to be special in his eyes. It was this sharp contrast, this respite from his rougher side, that made you feel sincerely appreciated and cherished.

"Jojo..." Your words was just a whisper, a sweet utterance full of care as you softly lifted your hands, cradling his face with the utmost care.You allowed your eyes to wander over his features, memorizing each detail—the curve of his brow, the depth in his eyes, the subtle strength in his jawline.  As you leaned closer, your lips discovered the warmth of his forehead and planted a delicate kiss. With each kiss, you followed a line across his face, from his forehead to his cheek, and finished with a peck on his chin.  He reacted with a slight start to your boldness, a small but noticeable jump, yet he remained silent, his eyes speaking volumes of the surprise and warmth he felt.

You wanted to giggle, a sense of satisfaction at getting such a reaction from your boyfriend. You were about to say something witty and sharp, the words almost dancing on your tongue, eager to tease him even more. However, before you could make your smart remark, the scenario took an unexpected turn. His hands, echoing your previous move, rose to gently cup your face. The world seemed to stop for a time as his eyes fluttered shut, sending a subtle indication of his intentions.

Then, with unexpected boldness, he closed the gap between you, pushing his lips against yours in a daring kiss. His unexpected action left your eyes wide open in shock for just a second, leaving an unspoken query hanging in the air. But as the surprise wore off, a warmth flowed through you, and you found yourself easing into the kiss, your body's tension melting away as you reacted with equal passion.

Once the two of you pulled away, you were left breathless, your cheeks were warm and it was hard to really look him in the eyes after such a passionate kiss. You were at a loss for words as well, it was hard to really think about what to say next. It seemed like he was on the same page, his eyes simply looking at yours as he tried to read the expression that you had on your face. Rest assured, there was definitely going to be more kisses after that. 

Jodio Joestar

Your frustration was palpable when you stumbled upon him yet again engaged in the act of selling drugs, this time to a group of unfamiliar faces. The sight of him engaging this illicit exchange stirred a flare of anger within you, prompting you to confront him directly. Standing there, your posture rigid with your arms tightly crossed over your chest and a frown etching deep lines of disappointment across your face, you were the picture of discontent.

Jodio, seemingly unconcerned by your appearance or the dissatisfaction etched all over your face, simply snickered to himself dismissively. He nonchalantly shook a baggie full of dollar notes, flaunting the goods of his trade right in front of your eyes, all before he had a chance to properly register your presence or understand the depth of your anger.

"Again?" You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you observed his repetitive behavior. It was a mix of frustration and disappointment that colored your expression, a silent plea for him to understand the significance of his actions. However, his response was careless, with a mere shrug that appeared to indicate a lack of regard for your issues.

"What's the big deal?" he asked, his tone tinged with casualness as he continued walking, dismissing your concerns. He passed you and headed in the direction where Dragona had parked his car. However, you were not going to let him off the hook so easily. You followed closely after him, the mean expression still engraved on your face as you gazed at his back. Your steps were deliberate, each bearing the weight of your frustration you had for him. His relaxed demeanor simply bolstered the urge to confront him and make him realize the weight of his actions that he had on you.

"What's the big deal?" For god's sake, you're a 15-year-old selling drugs to a couple of dickheads!" Your frustration spilled out in words, your voice infused with fear and exasperation. "You'll get in big trouble, and they'll take you away, and—" Before you could continue, you were interrupted by his irritatingly loud yawn. The interruption left you speechless, your eyes narrowing.  The boldness of his attitude, yawning as if your issues were nothing more than a little annoyance, was frustrating. "You're unbelievable," you said under your breath, your words filled with disappointment.

"What's unbelievable is that you care so much," he spat back, his tone defiant as he stuffed the bag of cash into his pockets. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you directly. "What? Cat's got your tongue? You're kinda funny," he added with a hint of sarcasm, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Your initial instinct was to lash out, to give voice to the frustration swirling inside you. But in a split second, something shifted, and before you could fully process it, your impulses took over. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and pressed your lips onto his.

The kiss was impulsive, a burst of emotion that manifested in the heat of the moment. You could feel the texture of his slightly chapped lips against yours. It was a surprise even to yourself, this sudden act of intimacy amidst the tension and conflict that had defined your interaction moments ago.

“I’ll… see you around.”

[starry-snippets]

things their stands give you/do for you (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, giorno, abbacchio)

star platinum is often giving you sea shells, rocks, fossils. you'll go on a walk with jotaro and star plat has gathered a handful of the prettiest conch shells and rocks washed onto the shore. jotaro is a bit embarrassed, but seeing you fascinated by the things star plat (aka jotaro) found interesting makes his cheeks hotter and his stoic disguise melting

hierophant green loves to give you emeralds he makes! the most perfect crystals he'll give to you, always ecstatic to see you enjoy them. he'll also give you beetles and fresh fruit whenever you and kakyoin are outside. yes I think kakyoin is a bug nerd

magicians red acts like a true bird. brings you the shiniest things in hopes to impress you. golden beads, broken chains, doesn't matter what it is you'll store it somewhere safe and watch his eyes light up and a happy caw leave his beak. avdol loves that you entertain his stand. red loves when you make things from the shiny scraps he finds, if you do so you'll make red thrilled and avdol utterly crimson with how precious you are

gold experience is always showing you bugs, magazine pages with animals on them, and different flora. he's curious about them and wants to share that with you. giorno likes seeing you interact positively with gold and will use his abilities to wow you. like turning the pages of the magazine into rose petals. gold also gives you bones. almost a surprising amount of times he's shown you bones

moody blues will play whatever song he's heard you listen to back for you. especially if your headphones aren't working but you need the distraction. moody blues shows they care through auditory experiences, and abbacchio worries you'll find him stalkerish when he sees moody blues playing your favorite songs, but your smile while singing along calms abbacchio's anxieties

[slutfactory]

WHAT THE JOJOS ARE LIKE DURING SEX

ft. jonathan, joseph, jotaro, and josuke <3

by the power of horny,, i hAVE THE POWER. this was mainly inspired by the thirsts my anons send me, so this is really all thanks to them. <3

reader's pronouns aren't used, but they have a dick. <3

★ JONATHAN JOESTAR

✦ he's the innocent type. in the beginning, at least. after a while, he gets more daring.

✦ jonathan tries to be subtle with his motives but ends up making his desires as obvious as possible. e.g.) spilling food on his chest. even if jonathan makes what he wants very clear, he still gets embarrassed and often hides his face as much as possible.

✦ he knows that you love his tits, and tries to please you as much as possible with them. e.g.) massaging your cock with his tits while he sucks you off. this almost always ends with him getting a facial, but he doesn't mind getting his face dirty.

“you taste so good, darling.”

★ JOSEPH JOESTAR

✦ unless you have a way to keep his voice down, be mindful of others– regardless of where you decide to fuck.

✦ joseph is a bratty bastard, but that brattiness will evaporate once you bend him over and rail him. again, this man is a screamer, so be careful. unless you're like “go ahead and scream my name. i want the entire city to know who you belong to.” then i guess you're all good.

✦ it doesn't matter where you are, joseph will tease you if given the opportunity—he even does it in front of other people. he knows that his teasing will lead to eventual punishment, and that's his roundabout way of trying to tell you that he likes it rough.

“what are you gonna do? spank me?”

★ JOTARO KUJO

✦ he's on the quieter side, but he makes up for that with his expressions and other things.

✦ to you, the cool jotaro does not exist. when you're out in public and hear people whispering about how cool he is, you smirk to yourself, knowing that hiding behind that calm expression is an obedient and needy whore—and that side would only be shown to you.

✦ jotaro [star] fingers, and uses various toys on himself if you're not around when he's feeling hot and bothered. <3 he prefers to do it around the time you return because he wants you to see how the thought of you causes him to make a mess of himself.

“look at what you've done to me. you better take responsibility.”

★ JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

✦ he's loud, but not a screamer like his father. you still have to worry about his overall volume, though.

✦ i just know that josuke is a pillow humper. what else can he do when you're not around to help him? he probably steals your dirty clothes and jerks off to the heavy scent lingering on them while you're in the shower or something, too.

✦ josuke is sensitive, and [almost] always cums from foreplay. especially if you play with his nipples. <3 during actual sex, he'll [probably] cum twice before you do. he also loves to be marked. markings show on his skin pretty easily, so hickeys and bite marks are very noticeable.

“'m sorry. it felt so good. i couldn't help it.”

thanks for reading lol :)

[inkpot909]

You Gotta Buy Them a Rose… (Kakyoin x Reader Headcanons)

↳ Headcanon list of how the other Crusaders advise Kakyoin on how he should ask you out. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Everyone lives AU. Polnareff and Avdol are written as a couple because it’s canon.

A/n: This idea came to me late at night and I physically couldn’t stop working on it until I was done. The Crusaders are all disasters and Kakyoin is especially so for thinking asking them for relationship advice is a good idea. Hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing.

There’s no point in denying it: Kakyoin’s fallen head over heels for you.

And although the feeling is a foreign one, it’s not unwelcome. Suddenly, all music gushing about a love dropping into one’s life unexpectedly makes complete sense to him. Every gushy line, every cliché- it all circles back to you in his mind.

Kakyoin’s confident… mostly.

While a part of him does fear rejection, his main concern is how to even approach asking you out. As much as those previously mentioned picture-perfect serenades remind him of you, they’re not exactly something to rely on. Especially not movies or TV shows.

He doesn’t necessarily want to wait for you to ask him, figuring that since he likes you, he should man up and ask himself. Truly, he does want to take the initiative.

So, he goes to the other Crusaders for advice. After all, they’re his closest circle of friends. At the very least, he knows he’d pull honest answers each of them…

#1: Joseph Joestar

Well… he is married, after all.

That was Kakyoin’s line of reasoning. It’s not a bad assessment to make. Sure, Mr. Joestar is a little goofy at times. But clearly, whatever he’s doing has got to work… right? 

Clearing his throat first, Kakyoin asked Mr. Joestar on what he thinks he should do.

The elderly man’s eyes lit up almost instantly, and a wide grin followed. His immediate excitement brought a smile to Kakyoin’s face as well, a little touched by the sincerity of Mr. Joestar’s glee.

So what went wrong? He started talking.

He began detailing how “delicate” the development of romance is. That he’s got to flirt and flirt and flirt and flirt. All while boasting about how Kakyoin went to the right person despite very clearly having no clue what he was talking about.

“Just tell me… what worked for you, Mr. Joestar?”

“Well, I flirted with her- that’s key. I won her heart with my smooth charisma. Then… uh… don’t remember exactly what happened after that. But! I know she nursed me back to health after I got injured and then we got married. Yeah… that’s pretty much what happened. I think.”

“Wait… you never asked Mrs. Joestar out on a date before marrying her?”

“No.”

“Have you asked anyone on a date before?”

“Yes… uh, maybe. I don’t really remember.”

Mortified; Kakyoin was absolutely mortified.

After sitting through Mr. Joestar’s lecture, Kakyoin politely gave him his thanks. With a forced smile, he told him he’d think over his advice.

The old man seemed pleased with that, at least.

Truthfully, the only thing Kakyoin thought over after the conversation was why on earth he asked a man who got married in the 1930s for relationship advice.

#2: Muhammad Avdol

Okay, okay… so Mr. Joestar’s advice wasn’t Kakyoin’s speed. That’s fine. It was sort of nice hearing about Mr. Joestar’s youth (Kakyoin’s doing his best to stay positive).

Honestly, he doesn’t know what he was thinking. Going to Mr. Joestar first…? Really?

Surely Avdol would give him better advice. He is much more levelheaded, and it’s likely in part due to that quality that his relationship with Polnareff is sailing smoothly.

Plus, the two didn’t get married after a couple of months at most! Now we’re talking.

Avdol seemed humbled at the question; grateful that Kakyoin trusted him enough to ask.

The two shared a laugh over Mr. Joestar’s goofy approach to giving advice. The two adults are old friends, and Kakyoin couldn’t help himself. He knew Avdol would get a kick out of it.

Afterwards, Avdol went on to offer his own wisdom on the subject. It’s as straightforward as it gets. His attitude on the matter is simply, “Just go ahead and ask them out.”

His reasoning is that worrying about waiting too long or fussing over the perfect moment is just going to cause more anxiety to fill his mind. He understood the worry; we were all 17 once. But (a bit ominously) Avdol warned he’d likely regret procrastinating.

It’s something Kakyoin definitely needed to hear.

Out of everyone, Avdol’s advice is the most reasonable. That said, Kakyoin can’t help but feel like he should still do something besides just asking. Because he genuinely thinks you deserve something sweet- something thought out.

He told Avdol this, and the Egyptian man hummed while tapping his chin. After mulling it over for a moment, he turned back to Kakyoin with a smile.

“Would you like me to do a tarot reading on it?”

#3: Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kakyoin’s getting desperate.

The tarot reading was interesting, though. According to Avdol, the odds are in his favor. That said, he’s not going to leave this up to fate only.

And there’s no wingman in the world better than Polnareff.

He’s known about Kakyoin’s feelings for you for a long time. Although annoying at times, the Frenchman is usually very perceptive when it comes to romance (in any relationship other than his own). He was the first to ever say something about it, much to Kakyoin’s chagrin.

When Kakyoin finally came to him for help, Polnareff was just as ecstatic as Mr. Joestar had been.

He’s quick tease the teen about it, going on and on about how it was “only a matter of time before you’d need my expertise.” The more he talked, the more Kakyoin regretted his decision.

That said, the redhead does admit that Polnareff brought up one interesting point.

“Environment.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s not so much how you ask them out- but where.”

Polnareff says that scenic surroundings certainly adds to the mood and may even heighten his confidence beforehand. Not only that, but taking you somewhere with the intention of asking you out shows implicit initiative. It shows care; which is something Polnareff is sure you’ll recognize.

The advice was quite sound, to Kakyoin’s surprise. At this point, he wasn’t expecting much. Too bad Polnareff- much like Mr. Joestar -was too busy boasting most of the conversation.

Towards the end of their discussion, Polnareff assured Kakyoin that it would all be good. He would know! He knows all about relationships. He did ask Avdol out, after all. Just as he said that, Avdol walked in with a raised eyebrow.

“You didn’t ask me out. I did; after weeks of you walking circles around me.”

Polnareff cleared his throat, and was damn near ready to start shoving Kakyoin out the door. “Okay! Thanks for the talk Kakyoin; remember what I said! See you later then!”

#4: Jotaro Kujo

“Good grief… why the hell are you asking me that?”

Honestly, Kakyoin has no idea himself.

What was he thinking? His best friend’s clear disinterest in romantic relationships is the reason why he went to the others in the first place. Why ask Jotaro for relationship advice?

Ask Jotaro for relationship advice… it doesn’t even sound right.

That said, Kakyoin’s still a bit bitter about it. If not, at least petty. He decided afterward that the next time Jotaro goes to him looking for advice, he’ll give him the same exact response.

[trashland-llamas]

Allergens

Gn reader

Headcanon that Jotaro is allergic to cats. So just imagine him visiting reader who owns a bunch of them and doesn't know about his allergy. And Jotaro being Jotaro doesn't say anything. It's only hours later when reader returns from the bathroom that they notice how swollen his eyes have gotten. He's barely able to open them. Concerned as they watch him cough and sneeze. They have a hunch that it's either the gray tabby laying on his lap or the orange cat using his shoulder as a perch. Purring as it nuzzles into his neck. 'Think that's enough furballs for ya.' Jotaro thankful as they pull the orange one off him, shooing the tabby away with their foot. Locking them in their bedroom before returning to Jojo.

'Jojo, why didn't you tell me you're allergic?' Unable to hide behind his hat, having put it up with coat after entering. 'Wanted to build up a tolerance.'

'That's not how it works and you know it.'

'Good grief.'

[cyn-onym]

Jotaro (Part 3) X Childhood Friend!Reader

warnings! fluff + gender-neutral pronouns. being the childhood friend of the most renowned delinquent in Japan has its ups and downs~

▷ For as long as you can remember you've followed the young Joestar. In the beginning, he was sweet. He walked you to and from school, promised to protect you, and often invited you to the park or his house to play/hang out. However, one day in high school his demeanor did a complete 180'. ▷ This change brought a ton of things your way including the addition of his "little" fan club. Initially, you didn't pay them much mind but they continued to grow. Unknowning of your significance to the Joestar, they would often slide slick comments your way or "lightly" shove you out of the way to get closer to Jojo. Which didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro. So in response, from time to time, he would place his arm over you, "to keep you safe" (but he'd be lying if he said those were his only intentions.)

▷ Being childhood friends, you both practically know everything about each other, however out of everyone, Jotaro knows you the best. Let's be honest despite his delinquent facade, Jotaro is a star student. He's great at taking notes and studying information/criteria (like you). And he'd never admit it but he likes to keep note of all the things you like, hate, want, and admire. He even has a section that goes in-depth about your little "quirks" and many other things.

▷ Now with that knowledge, this man is so whipped for you, he writes love letters/poems about you, that either reside in his trash bin or an old shoe box under his bed (hidden under some random magazines he couldn't give a shit about). Hoping to give you one but he always decides against it. Coming to the conclusion that it's not good enough for you.

▷ However, that day ended up coming sooner than later. One day during lunch break you went down to your shoe locker only to find a letter addressed to you. The name of the sender was nowhere to be found, but it was beautiful. From the handwriting to the choice of words (however, you couldn't help but wonder why it looked/sounded kinda familiar). ▷ Of course, you had to tell your childhood friend on the walk back from school, only for him to scowl and lock his jaw (y'know typical reaction). But when you offered to let him read the letter he quickly snatched it from you (with the hopes of "accidentally" ripping it) only to almost collapse. It was none other than his letter, but how'd you get it? He made sure to keep them hidden if he didn't throw them out? He'd have to figure it out later. ▷ The boy quickly gathered himself, covering his face with his hat before handing the letter back to you and saying his typical phrase "Yare, Yare Daze.." A part of him was relieved to find you liked his letter but the other was filled with anxiety. You never stated your intentions, would you reject the "anonymous sender" if they confessed in person? So many scenarios ran through his mind and he could only hope everything would turn out alright. ▷ After dropping you off and heading home, he decided to shower and wind down only to come out and find a spirit(??) sifting through his box of confessions. He attempted to shut the box and gather all the letters much to the spirit's disapproval. Later that night while attempting to converse with the spirit he came to the conclusion that it had placed the letter in your locker.

▷ Yare, Yare Daze, this spirit was definitely evil.

[lemmetreatya]

I have never requested anything so I have no idea where to do that and stuff, i hope you dont mind me writing it here.. I was thinking if you could write about platonic relationship between Polnareff and reader? like, them being siblings and after Sherry's death reader would disappear for some years, they would reunite while stardust crusaders is happening. they would meet between fight with Anubis and after that they would talk about how they've missed each other.. hurt/comfort type of thing with some fluff in it. oh and also reader has a healing stand perhaps? they could help Polpol and Joot with their wounds. I hope its ok with you! if not, feel free to ignore it

That’s fine! Your request was lovely but you’re also my first imagine request so we’re in this doing firsts together 🥺💕 Hope you enjoy <3

Everything, Everything for You, My Darling

Polnareff x Reader

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‘For as long as you could remember, it had always been the three of you’

Contains: Angsts, Character death, Hurt, Comfort, Strong Language, Happy Ending, Not Beta Read

For as long as you could remember, it had always been the three of you.

“Sst!” 

Looking up towards the younger girl, you softly mouthed an apology. Her leg was still brushed red, tinged with small specks of blood and razor like streaks but you tried to clean up her graze as lightly as you could. 

Apart from this one injury, Sherry was fine. Maybe a slightly bruised ego but she was holding her own, unlike the other addition to your trio. 

Within your peripheral, you could see Jean Pierre marching up and down the paved field edge you were all currently situated on, his footing light but his clomps loud nonetheless. He was currently seething, hot with anger; something that wasn’t a regular occurrence but definitely felt once present. 

“I swear — I fucking swear — I’ll get them back for that. Those sleazy bastards…. think, think they can just get away with hurting my sister, huh?! Fuck, they so have what’s coming for them.”

The collection of red stained cotton buds that sat besides your leg stacked up in a small pyramid. You added another one to the pile before addressing the boy, a sigh in your voice. 

“There’s nothing you can do about it, Jean Pierre. They’ve already run off and there’s about seven of them and three of us. We just gotta cut our losses as it is, you know?”

Sherry nodded in agreeal to your comment although flinched afterwards as you lightly stuck a plaster above her knee. 

“Yeah, don’t work yourself up blaming them. It’s not like they did it on purpose. I just happened to be in the way is all.” Her voice was as soft as ever.

Visibly you could see Jean Pierre start to calm down, his feet finally stuck in one singular place and his box shoulders sagging, although you knew the fire of rage still bubbled deep within his gut. 

“Mon coeur, still!” He exclaimed towards you before switching his attention to Sherry, “They should have minded you or something. At least turned back and apologise…”

A lumpy silence fell over the three of you; no one had much else to comment but everyone knew someone needed to say something to fill the gap. Something that didn’t seem like a topic divert or talking just for talks sake. But as always, you knew what to say. 

“It’s okay, Jean Pierre. The fact no one’s seriously injured is more than fine. We got lucky.” You encouraged. 

With a pout, Sherry aimlessly reached a finger down to lightly smooth over her plaster. You mundanely rubbed the uninjured part of her leg before adding: “It just means you’ll have to be Sherry’s personal chauffeur.” 

A soft laugh left Sherry’s mouth at Jean Pierre’s bewildered expression, the boy seemingly offended at the task he was now endowed with. 

“What?! No fair! That’s even more reason to get them back!” He boomed. 

You weren’t related by blood like Sherry and Jean Pierre were, but the two were the closest thing you had to family. Sherry was soft spoken and as pretty as she spoke. Jean Pierre was boisterous and forever daring in his outlook. You all complimented each other’s personalities but you looked up to Jean Pierre with a different austere air. 

The way the older conducted life about him — care-free but never too lenient — it always inspired you to fulfil life in the same manor. It always gave you that edge to be watchful over the Sherry. You liked to think that you and Jean Pierre aided her under a wing each. If only you had known that instead, Jean Pierre was protectively holding his wings over the both of you. 

However, despite his disposition, you would never have known the hollowing loneliness he constantly carried with him. Sherry hadn’t much memory of their parents but Jean Pierre did. He had tasted warmth and protection before, he knew how secure it’d make one feel. Jean Pierre even believes he would be better off having never experienced it. Maybe at least that way he wouldn’t daily feel that he was concaving — rotting, from the inside out.

Instead, he used the previous love he’d once received on the both of you. 

Not once had the thought that the three of you could ever be apart cross your mind. Even if it did, there was no need to dwell on it as life was already as harsh as it was; why would you dream or even prepare yourself to be away from your only life sources? However, only naivety could fool you that deep. 

When Sherry was killed the brutally dehumanising way she was, the only thing you could think to do was pull apart from your rootings. 

Pull apart from everything that once made you happy, starve yourself of knowing what Home meant and felt like because why should you?

Sherry had lost her life; never again to see how burnt orange would tickle the vineyard horizons at early dawn or how the stars would wink goodnight under the heavy smell of olives in the evening. The sweet song of rushing brookes! How the clear current could surprise you with its strength if you were to comb your hand against it. No longer was Sherry here to experience those beautiful parries of life so how could you possibly live in the very vicinities she once did and constantly feel like you weren’t dying yourself? 

You had fled from the town not even seventy-two hours after her death. It honestly had felt longer by then, but there was no sound voice of reason to warn you against that, and so you had acted on the fleeting decision once you thought it. 

It was selfish of you really to not think of everyone else involved — especially concerning how much it would have affected Jean Pierre, how the burden of losing both of you would solely fall on him. You know you could never fear Jean Pierre, with utmost certainty you knew he wouldn’t even dare think about harming you. 

But it's when you saw the rage, how the always lit but never boiling flame suddenly unleashed within the older boy towards Sherry’s killer, a part of you feared that you had lost him to an overdue battle.  

Running never worked for anyone and to be honest, you’re not sure why it seemed right.

The grief, the pain, the hate all still remained. Everything you tried to run from, stayed. Your dear Family that you wanted to protect, gone. The only thing you had left of them was the faint shadow of their silhouettes that were engraved into the flesh of your eyelids, haunting you for as long as you drew breath. 

Still yet, life went on and in due time of being a wanderer, you found yourself in places you could only have dreamt of visiting. 

Currently, you were situated in Edfu, a small city that sat on the west bank of the Nile. Cairo had been a bit busy for you, even though you’d spent about a week or so there, and so you ventured more of the country to see what it offered. 

You’re not quite sure what drew you to the ancient settlement of Edfu but from the moment you got here, you knew you were there for a reason. 

It was just approaching noon when you were sat in the outside seating of the small cafe. It was also then that you heard a loud crashing bang. 

When you looked, the trouble seemed to be coming from the barbershop that was placed just four doors down from where you sat. Most of the locals who were around you turned or gravitated towards the source of commotion, surprised at the sudden disturbance in their mostly quiet dwelling. You on the other hand turned the other way in your seat. 

“Khan! Khan! Is everything okay?!” 

You could only make out the few phrases of Arabic being used around you but you still chose to disengage and move away from the noise. Without even a look at who was involved, you quickly got up and slinked into the inside of the cafe. 

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not like you didn’t care nor wanted to help. It’s just… everywhere you went, trouble seemed to follow you. The first few times, you engaged and tried to help out but after awhile, you realised it was always you who the attackers turned on. 

This is one of the major reasons why you found yourself becoming a traveller. No matter where you landed yourself, bizarre occurrences always seemed to happen whilst you were in the vicinity.

In your opinion, you saw this as a curse — Sherry’s Curse. This was your judgement on earth already being served to you, this is what you got for running away. 

As you sat by the peeling bar, you could only sigh with your head in your hands, the ruckus outside continuing on. The bartender had the same disposition as you. Whether they were used to the noise or just too dully complacent with their job to move from their position, you wouldn’t know. They didn’t mind you for the duration of the time you were there. They only gave you a nod once you entered and that was it. The rest of the time they spent quietly polishing away at the crockery. 

A few minutes had passed and the sound of fighting continued crashing throughout the streets. At one point you wondered if it’d ever stop. You were willing to try and leave, slip out in the other direction of the commotion and find yourself somewhere else to occupy. That was until you heard the sharp sound of barking. 

Looking down at your feet, you noted a small boston terrier yapping for your attention. With a warm smile, you got down from your barstool to pat it on the head. 

“Why, hello. Hey, who’s a good baby?” 

The dog basked in your petting for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the attention before unexpectedly bolting towards the entrance of the cafe.

With a surprised face, you took it as the dog just being wryly but when you realised it was still watching you from it’s place you, frowned.  

“What’s wrong, buddy? You lost?”

The dog barked once, twice and then turned in a circle a few times. You weren’t entirely sure what drew you to follow after it as it dashed out into the street, but you realised whatever it was felt urgent. 

Meanwhile, having just come back to his senses, Polnareff was in distress. 

With a sigh, the Frenchman crouched himself down next to the currently winded Jotaro. Never again does he ever want to be controlled to do something against his will like that. Anubis was tough but he believes he knew he was winning that fight anyways. 

The Frenchman wasn’t as hurt as the younger male but he definitely did feel like he’d been in a hefty battle. Polnareff shuffled within his pockets, pulling out an old malted plaster before offering it to Jotaro. 

“Here, I’ve got a plaster.” 

Jotaro didn’t even look at what he was being offered, only grumbled out:

“No, I don’t want it.” 

Polnareff didn’t take it to heart. He knew the male could be acute with the words he used and so he only shrugged before getting up to observe the area damage behind him. Before he knew it, he was met with the familiar flash of tuffed black and white fur. 

“Oh, it’s Iggy! Where did you come from?” He couldn’t even be relieved for long as he grimaced over at the bull terrier, unaware of the figure who followed him. 

“Beurk! Eating candy now are we? And right off the floor too, you disgusting…dog.”

As Polnareff’s words faltered, your feet came to a sudden stop, no longer allowing you to follow the small animal. Your mind went completely blank seeing the now older boy, no, man in front of you. With a dry gulp, you quietly called out his name. 

“J-Jean Pierre…?” 

There was a tense flicker of eye contact the both of you shared. 

The facial expression the silver haired man wore was crushed into that of hurt and rage. Maybe it was because of your presence, maybe it’s because of the previous battle he just had. Either way, the smithereens of the anger you could smell on him at the day of Sherry’s death was the same smell you were smelling now. 

Your heart raced with utmost speed, so much so you thought it’d explode right there, spray guts and blood down your chest and all over the man in front of you. After years of suppressing whatever you were trying to bury, suddenly it had all come to the surface. Forget that this was one of the most bizarre places to meet, the fact that the boy you had abandoned was here — right in front of you — was daunting. 

You took a faulty step back, your footing wobbly as it almost failed you. Polnareff on the other hand desperately reached his hand out towards you. 

“No, no it’s okay.” He cooed. I’m not mad at you, is what he wanted to say but for the record of their current company, he held his words. 

You gulped, unsure of whether to stay or not. However, once he saw you weren’t going to fleetingly run away from him, Polnareff tasted the name he thought he’d never be able to use come the rest of his days. 

“Mon coeur...” 

The familiarity of the name churned your heart with nostalgia. Your breathing was still hitched but you were able to break through a reply. 

“Hey…” You could barely whisper back, your facial expression twisted between final joy and sorrow. 

Polnareff took a tentative step forwards, his arms opening in that welcoming way it always did once he knew you were unsettled. Without a second thought, you found yourself moulding into his chest —like the prodigal child finding Home again. Eyes peppery with tears, your arms dug into the man with an action that could only be described as desperation. 

Whether he was in pain or not you wouldn’t have known, as Polnareff made no move to adjust you or place you where he wasn’t sore. He only engulfed you, no questions asked or uttered. 

You both stayed like that for a good several seconds although it felt fleeting and short. The only reason why you let go was because Polnareff had suddenly switched and pulled his attention towards the Nile situated several yards behind you. 

“Regardè! That cow is freaking out about something…” He pointed, almost childishly to the disturbed cattle and rocking boat. 

Feeling slightly disorientatated, you didn’t even have time to reply or pay proper attention to his observation as it seemed that his shared company had more words to say about it than you did. 

“Gimme a break, Polnareff. Who the fuck cares? Just go find Avdol and Gramps…” 

As you looked towards the grimacing black haired man, you realised why Polnareff may have been reluctant to say much to you. Was this his friend?

“I’ll look for them, don’t worry.” Polnareff gave you a look to wordlessly excuse himself as he trotted back towards the other man who was still crouched. 

The black haired man was definitely aware of your presence, well, you think he was. But he didn’t seem to acknowledge you as he spoke to Polnareff. You looked at him closely, unsure why he seemed so defensive but either way you weren’t phased. 

All of a sudden, an inward fizzing sound occured and it was like you were looking at him with a different set of eyes. 

Your vision was suddenly tinted purple, your surroundings all tinted in that very colour. The crouching man’s body highlighted yellow and orange in various places in the shape and size of incisions and cuts. One orange on his cheek and a yellow dotted around other places. However, his lower stomach seemed to blare an alarming colour of red. Even without the changed vision you could tell there was a pool of blood dripping from the very same place. 

Your vision quickly changed back to normal but you lightly gasped before also crouching down by his side. 

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?! That wound looks pretty deep.” 

The black haired man didn’t look offended at your now invasive presence but he definitely watched you closely from underneath his hat. 

“Ah, Jotaro will be alright. We just gotta find the others and then Avdol’ll be able to patch him up or something.” Polnareff chirped in. 

Your brows furrowed between your eyes. Who were all these people Polnareff suddenly knew? 

“Others?” You turned your head to hushly asked. 

“Long story, I’ll explain later.” Polnareff answered. 

“Yeah, but that’s only if we can find them in time.” The black haired man, (You’re guessing whose name was Jotaro?) grunted his piece as he finally sat down onto the dusty side road. His legs were spread out infront of him as his hand pressed painfully onto the crimson wound that stained just below his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m never going out with you alone ever again.” 

Even though he directed that comment towards Polnareff, you could feel the bothered annoyance emitting from Jotaro. However, your concern was still towards his heavy gnash that didn’t seem to stop flowing red. 

“I don’t know who this Avdol guy is but I’m sure I could help heal your wounds in the meantime.” You blurted. 

Both Jotaro and Polnareff looked to you with questioning stances. Without much explanation, you tentatively laid your hands onto the bleeding area of Jotaro’s stomach.

Unexpectedly, the same purple tint that shaded your vision earlier glowed around your hand. Even though the healing wasn’t obvious due to the covering of his clothes, Jotaro’s visible discomfort started to ease. 

With a dry laugh, Polnareff rubbed the side of his palm across his forehead. 

“I never knew you had a stand?!” 

As you continued to concentrate on the man’s wounds, you briefly uttered your reply. 

“Oh. Is that what it’s called?” 

Polnareff laughed again, yet this time it was full of bright colour. 

“Now that I think about it, it makes sense. You were always the healing type. Whether it be a soothing word or just a plaster. You always knew how to make people feel better.” 

You briefly looked up at your Home, smile warm as it radiated off of your face. 

“Thanks.” You looked back down to where your hands hovered over the other man’s stomach. “I guess I needed to hear that.” 

“You two know each other.” 

Jotaro gruffly stated more than asked. His voice didn’t sound as pained but he was definitely worn out. Rolling his eyes, Polnareff answered for the two of you. 

“Yeah, well, no shit.”

The black haired man didn’t scoff but he might as well have concerning how he lowered his cap further over his eyes. 

Even though you weren’t familiar with their dynamic, you felt like you could figure it out quite quickly. If anything, it reminded you of the one you used to share with Polnareff all those years back. With a soft laugh, you shook your head. 

“We all grew up together. Me, him and…” 

You felt Polnareff freeze besides you. The distraught that was briefly dormant finally came back in a flow of cracked nostalgia. A pained expression dressed your face before you begrudgingly finished your sentence.

“…and Sherry.”

“The dead sister.” Jotaro stated. 

Polnareff seemed distant now that the girl’s name was brought up. He nodded dutifully before heavily answering.

“Yeah. The one I avenged.” 

You took heed of the older’s words. 

Avengement. 

Long gone were the days where you daily thought about reclaiming back power from Sherry’s killer. You found the task hopeless, time consuming and no use. Not because you didn’t care but because what use would it do you?

For ages, the guilt of Sherry simply being a victim haunted your psyche. It was only through suppression of feelings in which you could even bear to stand yourself, live on with your choices. 

Maybe now it was finally time to face just one of your many demons. 

“Let me help you.” You blurted out.

With a wild expression, Polnareff looked in your direction. 

“What?” 

A flurry of small tiny ants could have crawled along the inside of your chest with how it was seeming to burn. You cleared your throat once before explaining further. 

“With whatever you’re doing out here. Fighting, avenging, I don’t know but just let me help.” 

Conflict plagued Polnareff’s face. Even though it’d been so long, even though he’d grown a lot taller, older and even in a sense, more mature — that same expression he would wear as a child decorated his features. 

For a split second you recond, to a certain extent, that Polnareff still counted as a child. 

Polnareff searched his eyes over your face. 

“No, mon coeur. It’s too dangerous.” 

“Says who? I’ve survived long enough on my own and I turned out fine. You won’t need to look out for me and I won’t get in your way just…” You couldn’t even meet his eyes. “Just let me make it up to you.” You finished with a murmur. 

With sagging shoulders, Polnareff stretched his hand down to you. 

“You don’t owe me anything—“ is what he started with but as you moved your shoulder out of his arms reach, you seemed to unexpectedly burst.

“Jean Pierre! For the sake of finally being able to sleep easy. For the idea that I can finally say I’ve done something worthwhile with my life and stop running away — for me to avenge Sherry in my own way, let me help.” 

Too stunned to speak, the older man simply didn’t. His mouth left agape at the sudden chagrin you spilt. The sudden realisation why life after Sherry’s death panned out the way it did for the both of you. 

Having not been an active part of the conversation, Jotaro found himself being the one to keep the train of conversation going. God, Polnareff really did put him in the most awkward of situations. 

“I don’t see why not.” Jotaro directed towards you. “Your stand will be useful anyways.”

Blinking over at the man, you realised that this was the first time you got a proper look at him. At first you presumed him to be at least Polnareff’s age or even older. But now that you saw his face, you realised that he was probably around the same age as you. 

With a mild scoff, Polnareff wildly pointed his fingers in Jotaro’s direction, accusatory and boisterous air finally pumped back into him. 

“And since when did you make the rules?” He fired. 

Jotaro only sighed loudly.

“Gimme a break.”

As the six of you walked to your hotel destination for the night, you and Polnareff lagged behind the others. 

It’d been a lot, taking in the story and journey Polnareff’s life had taken him on. Even the whole explanation of stands, stand users and the nefarious DIO seemed light in comparison to the eventual opening up of how the older man had barely been coping. 

It was natural that you still felt bad about leaving all that time ago but Polnareff was adamant in affirming you that he understood — That he wasn’t angry.

“I won’t lie and say it was easy. I still struggle with coming to terms with her death, even after avenging her.” 

As you kicked a lone stone, a flurry of dust followed its path. Polnareff continued. 

“Avenging doesn’t do much for the dead. It’s only a way for the living to cope.” 

Your shoulders raised and descended in a defensive shrug, your head held high. 

“Doesn’t matter, I still want to help.” 

Shaking his head, Polnareff disagreed. One of the guys walking in front of you, the one who you learnt went by the name of Avdol, glanced back towards the both of you. You watched as Polnareff shared a knowing glance with him before he continued speaking to you. 

“I’m not trying to talk you out of it. Like you’d stand down if I said no, anyways. It’s just… Don’t think it’ll solve or heal anything. It just widens the hole.” 

Sighing out of your nose, you shrugged once again only this time it was more of a mutual action. 

“Jean Pierre, I know. And I guess— Well, thank you for looking out for me first of all. I do appreciate it, don’t get me wrong. But it’s okay. I’ve come to terms with whatever happens, what has happened.” With a soft smile, you directed Polnareff a warm gaze. “I know she’ll be proud that we kept on moving.” 

Polnareff could only hazily smile back, a small nod in agreeal. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess she would.” 

[bygiornogiovanna]

I apologize if this a strange prompt, but maybe Part 3 Jotaro rejecting an asshole tsundere?

It was a strange, agonizing feeling.

That warmth that crept up in your untouched heart, slowly defrosting it, being replaced once again by blunt coldness.

Why did you ever have expectations? Why did you even think that he would do so much as look at you? Why did you think he will be different to you?

Jotaro was an asshole with everybody, as were you, so why didn't he like you back? You two were alike. You were always screaming at somebody and you could count on one hand how many times you helped someone.

But at the same time, he wasn't like you.

No.

He was way better than you. Under all that "tough guy" mask, he was a kind, sweet man who would do anything to protect the ones he loved. You would never be on his level.

Why did you expect him to love you back? It was stupid.

Nobody did anyway.

You bit your lip to stop the tears the second you saw the disguted look on his face. You could feel, read, hear the hate coming from him.

"Look, Y/N..." he started but you cut him off abruptly.

"Shut the fuck up. Just shut up." You raised your voice, trying to hide the way it cracked. "Stupid. You are stupid, I am stupid, everyone is stupid. I knew this was a bad idea." The tears were already streaming down your face and you were too late to stop them.

Funny.

Three minutes ago you were confessing, now you are screaming at him that this is stupid. How more bizzare can you get?

"Maybe if you changed the way you act, people would like you." Jotaro straight up said, sighing.

Auch.

That one stung.

"Get the fuck away from me." was all you said before you pushed him away and walked away.

He was right and you knew it. That's what hurt the most.

this is so rushed because it's already the 4th time i'm writing it and forget to save it so, sorry to disappoint :(

[beneathashadytree]

FAMILY - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, first-time parents, this is set between SDC and DIU, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Been rewatching JJBA and yearning for a family with this man.

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“She’s so small.”

Jotaro’s voice was just as small; quiet enough that they barely heard him through the thin walls separating the bathroom from their bedroom. After having washed up a little in the middle of the night (something they rather enjoyed, amidst all the fuss of waking up at ungodly hours to feed their daughter), they made their way back to their room.

The scene they walked in on was something that must’ve come straight out of their most personal dreams, one that a younger version of them would’ve been pining after every single day and blushing furiously as their imagination ran with them.

There was Jotaro, lying back in bed with his legs crossed as he always was—only this time, his shirt was pulled off and strewn to the side somewhere. Jolyne’s tiny body was nestled against his naked chest, her clean skin a little flushed and all endearing. Her entire fist was curled around just one of her father’s fingers, while his other hand cradling her head was carefully brushing through her dark tufts of hair.

It was that sight alone that sent their heart pounding in their chest and threatening to burst through their ribcage with sheer adoration. “You’re really keen on listening to the nurse’s advice for skin-to-skin contact, huh?”

His response wasn’t verbal; just a nod of his head and a mesmerized look on his face as he watched their daughter coo a little at the soothing motions he did. She seemed to be just as attached as he was, half-asleep and blinking up drowsily at him, while still leaning into his every touch in the way that endearingly clingy babies did.

“Jolyne likes it,” Jotaro simply said, his teal eyes softer than they’d ever seen as he regarded Jolyne with that same rare adoration that he bestowed upon the very few people he adored, undeniably so. He only tore his gaze away from her to look at them as they crawled into bed beside their spouse and daughter. “It’s late, and you’re tired. You should sleep.”

“So should you.” Their hand came to rest on the left side of his chest, palm settling against the warm skin and feeling every reassuring thump of his heart beating. A soft caress only helped his heart to pick up the pace, and a small, almost-imperceptible blush to rise up the tips of his ears. “You’ve been getting up almost every single night, and even feeding her on the days I’m too exhausted. You need rest too, darling.”

Jotaro stilled for a few moments, before turning his attention back to little Jolyne, who seemed to be close to slipping back into her dreamless slumber. He didn’t utter a word for a bit; long enough for them to start doubting he’d say anything at all.

Until, that is, he broke the silence with six little words, softly spoken with all the yearning in the world, and with his eyes looking so tenderly at her; like he was cradling the entire world in his hands, despite being calloused hands that had—for a heart-achingly long time—only ever been used for violence and bloodshed.

“I don’t want to miss anything.”

It dug deep into their heart and nestled there, right with all of the millions of reasons they’d already had and learnt as to why they love him so wholly; that keenness of his that branded him as someone so fiercely devoted to the few he let inside his impossibly high walls. And it was a privilege that they wanted to cherish forever.

“You won’t miss out on anything if you just let yourself relax.” They leaned in to press a soft kiss to his slightly-stubbled cheek. “We’ll still be here in the morning, I promise you. We’re not going anywhere.”

All they got was a grunt to show that he was listening, and nothing more. Jotaro remained fixated on the sight of Jolyne’s chubby cheeks smooshed against his skin, and rosy with the happiness of a good feed.

But they could see how their words seemed to settle into his mind, as the tension unwound between his shoulders, and his body sunk deeper into the pillows he’d nestled against. The small furrow between his thick eyebrows had slowly melted away, and the ever-so-gentle quirk of his lips into a half-smile brought their heart to a near-stop.

He huffed out what sounded like a quiet chuckle. “I’ll hold you to your word, then.”

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[surprisingmarch]

(𝐉𝐉𝐁𝐀) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜)

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The first time Star Platinum ever visited you was when Jotaro randomly stopped by during one of your "things I put off doing for months chore days" and offered to fetch your groceries for you since you were so busy and he couldn't fathom you feeling like going out after all that. You made sure he was truly okay with doing so before sending him out with one of your cards… though you and Jotaro both knew he was going to buy your groceries for you even after your excessive insisting for him not to.

Jotaro was only gone for about twenty minutes before Star appeared, you turned around and almost had a heart attack when you saw him standing directly behind you, you thought someone broke in at first but after realizing he had purple skin and long flowy starry looking hair you realized it was just him.

Your fear ended up startling Star Platinum and he looked like he about had a heart attack as well, but he seemed to be fearful because he thought you were having one, not because he was afraid of you. He kept rubbing your back and saying soft oras like an attentive mother would.

After you both calmed down and took a moment to breath, he continued following you around like a lost puppy, seemingly following you about to make sure that you were okay and that nothing was to happen to you. In fact you tested it, you started to fake fall and Star Platinum picked you up in less than a millisecond and looked at you with all the concern in the world, those big puppy eyes glistening from the lights above.

It made you giggle, you think it's funny how concerned such a tough guy like Jotaro really is. For his stand to come all the way over there just to see you and watch over you? He must really care and worry about you… not that you didn't already know that, but it seems he worries way more than you thought.. perhaps too much.

You made sure to assure Star that you were just kidding to which he responded by throwing you onto the couch and making you into a human burrito by wrapping several blankets around you… you stayed that way until Jotaro got back. You tried to beckon Star to release you from your prison, but he refused to and wagged his finger at you like a mother reprimanding her child with a bunch of disapproving oras following suit.

When Jotaro got back.. he wasn't very happy with you and your behavior. It turns out he knows what Star Platinum is doing because he can see it in his mind, but often times he can't control Star's actions, which means in reality you were being sassy with Jojo.. not a smart move. Jotaro ended up putting your groceries away in their respective places before walking over to you and sitting on your legs, rendering you even less mobile… the little shit.

After a while he did free you, but he demanded you to take a break and go eat out with him some where, he was hungry.. you caved and ate out with him, you two ate some where very nice and by the time Jotaro took you home, Star had done already your chores for you.

As you gazed around your nice clean place Jotaro leaned into your ear. "Don't ever make me worry about you like that again, never try to tackle something that of that magnitude without my help… understand?" Jotaro mumbled into your ear threateningly, you nodded softly and turned your head to look at him. He was frowning and clearly a bit upset that you didn't think to ask him for help. "Yeah, I understand. Sorry.." You softly replied, Jotaro hummed in response before standing up straight and pulling you into a giant bear hug.

Jotaro ended up staying with you that night… mostly because he refused to leave. He ended up tending to you all night, he asked you if you were sore any where and ended up giving you a back and leg massage even though you weren't sore, he made sure to stop you from getting up from your comfy little pillow nest you had made on your couch and went and got the things you required for you, he even put on your favorite comfort movies and shows all night.

When you asked him why he keeps being such a good little helper he simply responded "I have to make up for the chores I wasn't there to help you with.." Which he said with a gallon of venom pouring out of his tone. Obviously, he's going to be salty that you didn't think to ask him to help you clean for a while.. at least a week… possibly a whole month. You're sure he'll bring this up one day years from now just to annoy you.

When you tried to explain that you just didn't think to ask for help he quickly barked "That's my point! You didn't think to ask me for help.. I always think to call you when I need something, I think about you constantly, I think about how you're doing, if you're eating enough, if you're okay, if you made it home safely, I practically see you as my own kin and yet you didn't even think to ask me for help when you needed it most.. Isn't that what family is there for? I thought you viewed me the same as I do you, but perhaps I'm mistaken." You very quickly jumped out of your seat and gave him a giant hug and explained that you just aren't used to having some one there for you like that and you really do appreciate it and you'll call him for now on.. He begrudgingly picked you up and carried you to the couch where he cuddled you within the pillow nest but he later forced you draw out a chore list and made you pick a specific day of the week they need to be done on. You did try to argue with him about it but he threatened to move in and eat all of your food.. so you had to do it.

From that point on he's always there to help you with your cleaning, after all you do help him with his.. it's only fair he helps you with yours too. Sometimes he does all of it for you, he claims it's easy to do and honestly.. to him it probably is. Either way you're very thankful.

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[clutterclownstories]

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[starry-snippets]

thinking about cuddling with star platinum while jotaro is busy working. you're sitting in one of his many white hats and his long white coat, patting star platinum on the head while you flip through a marine animal textbook from earlier in jotaro's college years. star platinum is snuggled besides you while you read the labels, the attentive stand responding with intrigued "oras" which made you giggle and jotaro's face flush. if you hadn't stolen his hat he'd of pulled it over his face in an attempt to hide the red of his ears and cheeks at how much star platinum loves you.

[quartzalynlove]

Dating Jotaro Kujo Would Include

Pairing: jotaro x gn!reader

Summary: list of hcs that involve dating Jotaro

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He's not a man of many words at least not at first

He'll gradually get more talkative with you

When he's comfortable with you he'll take any opportunity to tell you about a cool ocean fact

Ask to read his essays

Go on do it

This man's face will light up like you've never seen before

He'll ask for so much feedback but he's just flattered you cared about them

He loves holding you

Sometimes he'll just cuddle you for hours

He always needs you close to him because he's afraid somehow someway he'll lose you

Since the man is a giant pull him down by his chain and kiss his cheek sometime if you wanna see him look like a blushing mess

If he ever has to go on a mission he'll call you every night

Not only for your sake but God knows he needs it

Exclusively calls you honey

Makes you breakfast in bed every so often

If you wake up and smell pancakes you already know it's about to be the best morning of your life

[murasakispace]

Headcanons Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Stardust Crusaders (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : you and the Crusaders are on the road to Cairo and you have to rest somewhere for the night. Financial issue or whatever reason you want, you find yourself sharing a room (and a bed) with one of the boys.

Jotaro Kujo

Not really a light sleeper

Not a deep one either

Just... Neutral... I think

Yet very alert about the attack he might go through

He remains very still when it comes to slumber, something that's foreshadowed in his personality the first time you've ever met him. Doesn't take that much of space in the bed either. The dude is muscular but when he is completely lying down he is not that impressive.

Once he is totally lying on the bed, I guess he doesn't move for the rest of the night –another reflect of his stiff personality– or he doesn't move enough to disturb you while you're sleeping

Quite the contrary actually. Watching him letting his guard down even a little is always a sort of silent compliment. He feels good enough around you to let rest take him

Jotaro is someone who's very comfortable to sleep next to. He leaves enough space to breath at least, keeps his distance, a little bit too much for your liking sometimes but it's only detail

Actually, the perception of the distance between both of your shapes in bed is judged according to the relashionship both of you share

If you two are romantically involved with each other, don't be afraid of these strong arms sneaking to you to make you encounter his chest even though, when you would have pointed out this small detail, he may deny everything but surely mumbles an eloquent yet puzzling "Yare Yare"

Of course, you wouldn't mind having a little bit of Jotaro's body warmth, because, yeah, it's always surprisingly nice to be next to him

It's even better than Avdol's presence due to a stand which is literally not living fire.

Let's talk about Stands by the way

Star Platinum would probably ask you a goodnight kiss, or cuddles, or just a normal hug. Goodness... The soundless "ora" the stand breath out like a secret is too much for your tired little heart seeking for rest

You might think at the moment that Star Platinum has his own personality. An embarrassing fact for Jotaro who gets free kisses on the cheeks and hugs–of course it might be slightly different if he has a crush on you or if you two share an established relashionship but you literally met each other's path last week–

Star Platinum might like to interact with your stand depending on the shape it gets, which is obviously a wholesome yet weird scene.

"Yare Yare daze"

A LOT of Yare Yare daze. Even though he will tell anyone it annoying, he may appreciate it nonetheless.

If you respect each other's boundaries, it won't be any issues.

Joseph Joestar

Jotaro's grandfather is quite nice actually. A big bear when it comes to the field of sleeping –even more than he is with you already–

A lot noisier than his grandson that's for sure

Sleeps always deeply and snores. You could have sworn you heard him mutter "oh my god" in his sleep.

If it is only muttered it is quite nice actually. One night, you weren't with him but Avdol said he shouted it at 3 or 4 in the morning making jump the Egyptian and fall from the bed.

You could have killed someone to be a little mouse that night and watch the whole scene

For the roar of your elder as much to see Avdol fall from the bed. The image in your mind seemed priceless

Goodness... You have slept next to Joseph a few times already. He is not as still and stiff as his grandson. Quite the contrary actually. Arriving to the end of the night without having been slapped is rare enough to be highlighted.

While you were walking in a street, you considered the idea of buying straps like they used in insane asylum. Maybe a little bit too harsh but Jotaro understood your action. Making the younger Joestar smile under his hat.

Though, under normal conditions, for lack of better words, Joseph always keeps his distance while he was resting next to you.

Because... Boundaries... you know... He appreciates them as time goes on. Or maybe it's aging that makes him this way. Older people likes to have their little comfort, sharing but with privacy. A whole mood.

He is way more cautious with his than he was when he was younger. At least a little bit more. But when he sleeps, Joseph doesn't control everything.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Both Joestar are a thing.

Polnareff is another

You appreciated to sleep next to the French man. Even though he had no idea about boundaries. (Joseph's style for emphasis) OH MY GOD

Considering the kind of relashionship and the way you both are close, it might differ somehow but not that much

I guess Polnareff isn't the kind of guy to leave you only one minute alone

He's always talking, or more likely babbling his nonsense cut with French words. Which is fine to you but it seems you don't always get what this damn Polnareff would mean

'Mon Dieu Y/N ! I have something to tell you! You won't believe it'

Okay... Why not? But please Polnareff could you tell your story slower and try to organize it? Nobody understands a damn word. "Tu passes du coq à l'âne" as the French idiom says.

And definitely you encountered a week ago, so why the rush? Do you think our dear Y/N is going to vanish with the next rain?

I guess Polnareff is quite a deep sleeper. Sleeping beauty... you know how it is...

He moves a LOT. Turning and returning on his back, belly, shoulders. A whole mood when it comes to rest. A little bit like Sid in the first episode of Ice Age when the sloth tries to find a comfortable way to rest, less theatrical though... Or not.

Of course, it happens when he doesn't slide his arms along your hips, keeping you prisoner of his soft but tight and almost authoritative grip.

Not that you're uncomfortable but... Boundaries...

You understood very well that the road to Cairo would be quite the hardship to overcome. Maybe he needed some relief. J. Gail has raped and killed his sister, he might feel down sometimes.

I guess you just leave him hug you from behind, as weird as it sounds and thanks to the night's natural mystic power to enhance or soothe emotions.

Even though Polnareff is taken within rest's arms, I guess he is the kind to mutter while his eyes and closed and his hair down. You would think he was kind of the man to make big speeches yet he was more the type to say chivalrous pick up lines, may be flirting with his dream person literally, or just mumbling about toilets or food which probably be more realistic. His dreams are definitely a weird place, more than most as you can observe.

Kakyoin Noriaki

Rather complicated to imagine how it would be to share a room with the cherry boy. I think we'll have to take a bigger and general frame to distinct how it would happen while you share a room with Kakyoin

As always, it is mostly about what your relashionship is about. A crush? Real love? Friendship? It has been barely a week that you're with the boys but you feel as if you've been with them your whole life, as if nothing happened before and mostly thanks to Kakyoin's presence

I guess he is quite the guy to try to make you feel comfortable around all the other Crusaders and being a part of them as well.

He is very sweet, welcoming and tries to tell you everything you could have missed since the start of their journey, first, how they ended together to chase Dio. First, the illness striking Jotaro's mother so as to not make an undelicate remark in the future for instance.

Kakyoin loves to talk to someone able to listen to him as much as he would be able to listen to someone.

He would also like to hear you talk about your country and customs or places where you have been. He firmly believes that you can see the heart of a person and their interests through the places they went for any reason.

These little talks would surely take place in the room you share.

Kakyoin likes to share stories too. It doesn't have to be serious ones but you could come to share what made you laugh, dream or anything else in any situation.

Kakyoin has a lot of boundaries. Might blush a little when it comes to privacy. Because, yes, it is a question that doesn't come first with the other boys and cherry boy is really concerned about it. He is the one that cares the most about respect with Avdol.

As for sharing a night in the same bed, he is quite normal I guess. Although, if your relashionship goes a little further, his unconscious being might be slightly clingy if you are close to each other.

Also, if you have a TV in your room, he will leave you choose what you want to watch. Something that could end into a battle with any other guy of the team.

Kakyoin might be the most accepting among the boys as long he can relax a little bit between the steps of your journey to Cairo, which is not so obvious with anyone else in your little team.

Muhammad Avdol

WAY TOO WARM !!

If you don't like being cold Avdol is your man. Though, is you don't endure well heat, you'll probably curse him every second of a night spent next to him.

His body irradiates already of some warmth, if Magician Red comes in the room, prepare yourself to go in a sauna.

This being said, Avdol is quite nice actually.

Likes silence and long talks. If he's not in the mood, he might read a book while enjoying this short break. He'd like to know your taste in these by the way. It's even nicer if you can share about a story you both read or if you are able to recommend him something.

All this little talks takes place in the room you share. Even in the bed sometimes when it's 1 or 2 in the morning because nights are difficult due to the eternal pressure of time and the threats ahead lying in the shadows along your trip.

Avdol is also quite the stiff man when he sleeps so don't worry too much about boundaries. He's also very polite and respect you pretty much as a person with privacy.

Actually, the Egyptian mostly shares a room with Joseph so as to have a plan in case and anticipate potential next hardships. So you don't share a room that much. Ten times at most along the trip to his homeland.

Avdol is also a quiet man and very cautious. He's also learning to apprehend you and to trust you. And behind the shut doors of your room, you are yourself in your most human way.

His little hobby is trying to predict your future but as any people of his kind, he doesn't make it direct enough to be clearly understandable.

And yourself, whether or not do you believe in his talents, you ask him sometimes to see what's going to happen according to cards or palm lines. It relieves you or not but at least you keep you ready to what your going to face in the future. Even though it remains awful or not.

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Kiss prompts #23: a kiss in relief

Kujo Jotaro/reader (gender neutral reader)

It’s over by the time you wake up. Dio had thrown you aside during the fight, and the impact with the storefront you hit had knocked you out. But now the dust has finally settled, and Dio is dead. You push yourself to your feet, ignoring the pain in your head and your probably-broken arm, and climb out of the mess of broken glass and ruined products. You have to make sure the others are okay. You’ve already lost enough friends to this.

You find Polnareff slumped against a building where Dio had sent him flying. He’s badly injured, but alive, and you assure him you’ll get help before carrying on towards the center of things. You need to see Jotaro.

You find him standing alone in the middle of the street, with Dio’s body at his feet. He’s breathing heavily, and there’s dust and blood all over his coat.

“Jotaro!” You call out to him, pushing yourself to a light jog despite the way it jars your head. When he turns, you can see blood on his face and holes torn in his clothes, but he’s alive.

He meets you halfway and grabs your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss that’s almost bruising in intensity. It tastes like blood, and you don’t know if it’s his or yours, but you can’t bring yourself to mind when he’s here, he’s alive after everything you’ve been through, when others aren’t, and you’re so relieved it eclipses everything else.

You’re out of breath by the time he pulls away, looking you over and taking in your injured arm held close to your chest.

“Polnareff?” He asks, looking around.

“He’s back there.” You point. “He needs help, Dio did a number on him so soon after his other injuries.”

“The Speedwagon Foundation is almost here.” He winces as he lets go of you, and you notice his hand looks terrible. The adrenaline of the fight must be wearing off for him by now.

You feel something damp on your cheek, and for a moment you’re worried you’ve reopened some wound, but when you reach up with your good hand to check, you find only tears. The enormity of everything is finally sinking in.

“God, Jojo….” You wipe your face. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“I can’t believe I’m still alive, honestly.” He admits.

“Me neither, really.”

You stand there watching the sun rise until the Speedwagon Foundation arrives with helicopters to treat the injured and collect the bodies. You’re all in bad shape (and you’re pretty sure you’re concussed), but at least the four of you who are left still have each other.