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Hello, You really surprised me with how detailed you wrote about this fandom. This is something really wow.You are the third person I found on this Tumblr. If requests are still open, can I request about Jotaro, Polnareff and Josuke With a fem s/o reader who is very sexy but innocent and cute (like Bimbo) only she doesn't realize that many people like her. Please~ a little bit nsfw maybe ( It's up to you )
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Keep Your Eyes In A Different Direction
The JoJos x bimbo!fem!reader
Characters include: Jotaro (p3), Polnareff (p3), and Josuke (p4)
Warning(s): slight nsfw (mentions of female body partz)
Josuke Higashikata
Sometimes, Josuke wonders how he ever bagged you.
I mean, look at you! Such a beautiful body, such a perfect ass. And those cheekbones…as if you were birthed to be the next top super-model in history. Those legs, though, are probably the most sinful things he's ever seen. And your skin…whenever touching it, it's smooth like silk.
It's difficult. It's difficult for Josuke to control the looming perverted eyes of his fellow male classmates at school and those drunk old-heads whenever you two are hanging out after school. It's hard not to think about what would happen if he could get you alone somewhere and take off all that gorgeous clothing. If he could lick the gloss from your lips and feel the softness of your skin beneath him. If he could kiss every inch of your body and feel every one of yours shudder with pleasure under his hands.
Josuke knows you have a reputation at school, just like him, so many admirers wanting to be your boyfriend or some other crazy shit like that. You're popular, and that makes you even more desirable. Even more of an object of desire. And yet, they couldn't. They boys know you two are together. A couple. Officially. But still, they can never bring themselves to do anything but stare at you while you walk across campus.
You're such a fucking tease. How dare you smile at every boy who looks at you in such a way? How could you possibly engage in conversation with boys whose obviously making moves on you and mistake it for a friendly interaction, only for Josuke to grab you by the wrist and pull you away. The worst part is that you don't see anything wrong with what the boys are constantly gawking and staring at you like a zoo animal, if he had the balls to do it, he would make-out in front of them to get his message across.
Although you may be a bit on the ditzy side, he still adores you. Josuke would do literally anything for you. Anything at all. Including getting caught up in some dumbass drama with the guys at school, trying to prove they won't get their hands on you, just so Josuke can get your attention.
Jotaro Kujo
You're his EVERYTHING.
After that long journey from Egypt, the man became a whole new person. As if he wasn't already before after being released from jail.
He needs your undivided attention all the time. Jotaro would never show any weakness in front of you or anybody for that matter, but for him to just squeeze you in an embrace when nobody was looking is something very intimate. Jotaro's just not like that with everyone else who can't handle your touch, but with you, he has nothing to hide. And it is so precious to see him open up, tell you everything about himself and everything. It's as if he's been holding it back since the start.
Jotaro wants to squeeze your big ole thighs every time he hugs you. He wants to bury his face in your neck and sighs happily into it. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek lovingly while his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. Jotaro looks at you with a gaze as soft as the clouds. Hence, when returning to school, Jotaro has been more snappy than ever. Don't get it twisted. No one has DARED to ever approach you once it became known to everyone in the building that you and Jotaro were dating before sudden unfortunate events that had him away for days. He noticed that the boys suddenly got an ego boost. Everyone just assumed that the two of you "broke up" now those simps were getting all lovey dovey towards you.
Instead of telling them off, Jotaro was dumbfounded and reasonably upset when you would engage back with the boys with a teasing tone, a tone that you probably didn't know that was feeding into their egos. All it took for Jotaro was to stand behind you and look down at those boys with murderous intent before they would run off, scuttling like frightened rats.
Jotaro isn't too fond of showing PDA but he would definitely squeeze your ass to get how he's feeling about you to anyone point blank clear as day, and to remind you of your place when it comes to him.
It's no secret that Jotaro has a hard time expressing himself. With someone like yourself, you can easily understand that. You both have different personalities, so you might find yourself constantly struggling to make sense of what Jotaro wants. Jotaro's a complex guy, but he loves you anyway. Someone as pure and gorgeous like yourself, he's always going to protect you like his life depends on it.
Jean Pierre-Polnareff
The connection between you two is strong.
Considering the traumatic 50 day trip he had to endure, getting revenge on his sister, and being able to survive, you were like a new breath of fresh air that man even needed.
Both of you are romantic. Sexy. Outstandingly outgoing. As if it was fate that pulled you two together for you guys to meet in his home-country and begin a new relationship.
However, Jean noticed how much in the country of love, you weren't safe. No, there were just too many...unhinged men gawking at you whenever you guys went out. You would always enage back, because why not? You wouldn't want to look rude when someone is talking to you.
This irked Jean too much. Is this what it felt like to be jealous? To have people constantly hit on you? To ignore the fact that your partner is literally RIGHT THERE and still had the nerve to talk crazy? Oh, his poor heart and soul didn't like this venom feeling. Always expect Jean to make a whole scene just to embarass the guy and show him how annoying he really is and disturbing your evening with your precious boyfriend. He'd be talking about it all the way until the two of you get home.
Being intimate behind closed doors or in public doesn't concern this bubbly French man one bit! Jean loves to show you off to anyone and everyone in his presence, but he's very proud that he is the only person who gets to see you as you truly are: a caring, compassionate, beautiful woman. And yes, he'll do that again and again, just for the sake of showing that he loves you.
From the way he'll dress you up all nicely just to slowly and gently ruin you. How you can never tell what is going on in Jean's mind and how hard he works in every aspect of life just to prove to you that he will never treat you badly. That everything will turn out alright, because he is yours forever.
And those kisses that he's so desperate to give, Jean keeps asking you to give him so that he could feel better. Like they're some sort of therapy for his soul or something. The way the two of you would kiss for hours, with nothing else in between. How long it took for you both to calm down from the intensity of the passion and how his lips would always be covered in a layer of lipstick. It was adorable how embarrassed you are by these things. But also very sexy the way both of your stomachs would flutter with butterflies no matter how long the relationship lasted.
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Their Favorite Part of You Headcanons (Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin)
↳ Reader is written as gender neutral. It’s stated that the Reader goes along with the crusaders on their trip to Egypt (+takes place after the journey as well). Everyone lives AU.
A/n: Wow, I actually posted something! Jokes aside, this summer has been rough so I’ve been trying to take it easy when I can. I missed writing, though, and hope y’all enjoy.
Warning(s): Slightly suggestive content.
Jotaro Kujo
He appreciates your eyes best.
Considering the apparent intimacy that results from direct eye contact, it makes the question an easy one to answer.
In fact, it’s highly probable your eyes were what he first noticed about you upon the initial meeting. Whether he has to bend his neck downward or you manage to stand at eye-level, it’s a moment he’s likely replayed over and over in his mind.
Another reason behind this choice is also a simple one (If you ask Jotaro, at least).
He didn’t fall easy and not at all for shallow reasons. Many of his classmates throughout high school would fuss over him seemingly due to his outwardly appearance and reputation. Because he was the “popular guy to like,” a diverse range of people were noticeably into him.
And taking into account how much he loathed a particular group of girls that would follow him around constantly, his perspective on love doesn’t tolerate anything he would deem shallow.
So, in short, what he cherishes most about you tends to be very personal to who you are.
It also plays into his communication preferences. Unsurprisingly, he tends to stare at you…. a lot.
It was definitely awkward in the early stages of your platonic-at-the-time relationship.
Throughout the duration of the journey to Egypt, you’d lost count of the times you’d stand face-to-face without a single word being exchanged. He didn’t ever wince or turn away, and you fondly recall the sheer intensity of those moments having kept you perfectly still.
Understanding Jotaro better as an individual- as well as how he feels about you -progressed his stares into something you find to be heartwarming. Just catching him in the act makes your heart leap, and your mind reels with wonder over what’s going through his head.
A little over a year after the aforementioned trip, and a relationship forms. It’s by then that he finds himself okay with getting lost in your lovely irises.
Your light giggle when you finally meet his gaze, flustered and gentle… it’s worth it. He always catches the moment your smile reaches your eyes, slightly creased by upturned lips. It’s a breathtaking sight, having twice now caused a cigarette to fall from his mouth while watching in awe.
His knack for nonverbal communication is pretty much universally understood by the few especially close to him. However, when it comes to you specifically, it reveals a rather bashful approach to the relationship that you might not have expected. It makes sense, as the likelihood of you being his first love is... more accurately labeled a certainty.
Jotaro can be observant after forming a connection with someone. When it comes to you, this is definitely the case. Any excuse to look at you is fine in his book.
However, it’s been long-established that he’s not exactly chatty, so he responds best to reactions he can see with his own two eyes. And it’s in the depth of your pupils that he finds doing so the simplest (If not simple, it’s at least selfish given his own bias).
The main aspect of this type of communication involves him looking at you intensely while his body language makes the tiniest adjustments in order to voice whatever he’s thinking.
For example, him holding out his palm to you, as his eyes cling to your person, is his way of asking you to hold his hand. He trusts that you know him well enough to get the point. And while you work on decoding his own subtle actions, his gaze never once pulls away from yours.
He simply cannot help it; there’s really something special about your eyes. He searches for your gaze constantly, and lingers for as long as he possibly can. It’s as if he’s always seeking your approval, reaction, and attention.
Now, as the relationship turns serious, he prefers to keep his eyes locked on you whenever he can. Once the two of you start becoming intimate, it’s quickly apparent he likes positions where he can keep his face close to your own. Or at the very least, hold eye contact.
Jotaro’s shockingly passionate, holding your hand in his own while he directs his hips accordingly. Lips slightly parted and gaze locked onto yours without fault. The emotion radiating from him is nothing short of immovable devotion.
Noriaki Kakyoin
Asking him this question yourself garners a flushed appearance and a hasty answer. He’ll stutter, telling you it’s your voice that he likes best. From the way it’s delivered you wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s practiced his response in advance or simply grasping at straws. Still, it’s an adorable sight and your quite pleased with his reply. Seeing your reaction, Kakyoin would feel a hint of shame.
Because he would be lying though his teeth.
He wouldn’t dare admit it initially, least of all to you, but he loves the sight of your legs.
Perhaps you tend to have them exposed. If that’s the case, he’s ashamed that he noticed such a thing so early on. A lump made its home in his throat that day, halting his words and making his mind run wild.
Or alternatively, you may mainly keep them hidden. Whatever it was that first prompted you revealing your bare legs- a couple hours at a hotel pool possibly -he undoubtedly finds himself sneaking more glances in your direction than usual.
It’s going to take him a bit to mentally process this.
Even in it’s more innocent connotations, he cannot help growing flustered. He just can’t help but find it a bit risqué. Although not exactly self-prescribed, despite his occasional arrogance, Kakyoin is certainly the gentleman type. Far from the kind of guy to be caught eyeing up someone’s legs in any shape or form.
That being said, the closer you become, the more difficult avoiding it gets. He focuses so much of his energy on not even glancing at your legs that he does, in fact, notice them quite often.
It doesn’t help being stuck in a car for hours on end right next to you. Thighs brushed against one another by sheer circumstance. It didn’t matter how many times it occurred throughout the trip to Egypt, he would think about it afterwards each time.
And it took only one sly comment from Polnareff or Mr. Joestar to prompt a myriad of fierce denials from the redhead. They’d egg him on, speaking a bit too loudly about how he’s “checking you out.” His cheeks would turn fiercely pink while rushing out a defense, which did not do much to help his case.
Eventually, the journey reaches its end. The group inevitably dissolves, but the two of you remain very close after the fact.
By then, your feelings for one another are certainly apparent. It’s hard for you to deny it when the excuse of looming danger is no longer present, and in turn he couldn’t imagine any other reason as to why you clung so close to him during his recovery period.
And even after becoming an official couple, understanding how to express his affection is met with bashfulness and hesitancy. If you’re inexperienced like him, it’ll likely be comforting for you. If you aren’t, it probably comes off as endearing.
Yes, you both have explicitly admitted to each other how you feel. Will Kakyoin still keep himself from eyeing you in any way? Absolutely.
A discussion will likely need to be had between the both of you before he loosens up a bit. A clear omission that you like him looking at you will help put his mind at ease (Man’s so smitten he feels guilty noticing that your beautiful god bless him).
Once he grows used to the relationship and starts showing just how touch-starved he is, the favoritism he holds for your legs finally becomes clear to you.
He’ll snuggle between your legs while he games, perfectly content within your hold. Even if you fall asleep, he doesn’t necessarily mind.
A lot of the clothes he buys for you leaves your legs exposed. The expression of awe he has whenever you wear something he’s bought is special to that occasion only. A strange mix of adoration and pride.
You also start catching him on his stares. Teasing him over it is a sure way for you earn a blush, as well as a weak comeback. However, the smile adorning his features exposes fondness. Only you’re allowed to say anything, though.
As intimacy blooms, he gladly indulges himself more. It strengthens his confidence in his actions, and turns the tides. Moving frustratingly slow, he glances up at you after leaving an array of kisses and bites up your inner thighs. All while he’s mumbling sweet nothings, pure honey oozing from his hushed tone.
Of course, he adores everything about you. But there’s a certain vigor in his actions when he continues moving upward that’s hard to miss.
#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jjba#jotaro kujo#jotaro x reader#noriaki kakyoin#kakyoin x reader#stardust crusaders#sdc#manga#anime#writing#fluff#johnny’s work#headcanons
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thinking about sitting on kakyoin's lap while he's playing a game. you're settled on his thighs, arms wrapped around his neck while your head rests in the crook. he's distracted when you begin to fall asleep against his chest. red faced and fingers nervously shaking, he finishes his game, just barely winning, and then shakes your shoulder. you only groan at his gentle gesture, half asleep but fully groggy. he chuckles before scooping you up, face entirely flushed when your legs cling to his waist. kakyoin tucks you into bed, ready to head back to his computer when you grasp his fingers. his heart melts at your slow reaction time due to your sleepiness but how you still caught his hand. kakyoin will settle into the bed with you, cuddling you as you drift off again in his warm, secure arms against his sturdy, comforting chest
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Ok but what if stands were indeed evil spirits possessing their users??
#we interrupt your routine schedule of fluff content to bring you horror#my horror enthusiast mind is taking over sorry everyone#jojo is such a good series for horror related stories fr#i need jojo horror stories so bad#has anyone ever made horror stories and if yes where i need them aaaaa#anothers art#stardust crusaders#diamond is unbreakable#jotaro kujo#josuke higashikata#crazy diamond#star platinum#jjba#jjba fanart#jjba jotaro#jjba josuke#jojo#jojo fanart#jojo stands#jojo josuke#jojo jotaro#jojo’s bizarre adventure#blood#blood tw#blood cw#implied death#eyestrain#eyestrain cw#eyestrain tw
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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝔂’𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 ( KING BALDWIN IV X Y/N FANFIC)
The king of Jerusalem , ruthless in his glory…never thought his heart once hardened by agony , forged from the strongest of metals in times of war and crime would soften at the sight before his eyes. A small house , he wasn’t even sure if it qualified as one…destroyed and shattered…burnt into flames…a figure suffocating inside , he could practically hear the muffled moans of pain and anguish. "Why must I care ? Isn’t this what I wanted…" he thought to himself but no…it wasn’t. He hadn’t ordered the raid to be this way. It wasn’t his doing. That daum foul , Guy de lusignan, gave extreme orders…they were villagers , they were nothing but villagers. The muffled screams haunted him.
"Daum it…" he muttered under his breath
"My lord…where are you going ?"
"Wherever you are not. Wait for me , I must do something" Baldwin unmounted his horse with a swift movement. Adrenaline overshadowing his leprosy. He stood before the cottage looking at the flames eat it with such insatiable hunger. "Hell , is within." He thought. He kicked the door open and looked at the source of the muffled sound…gladly , she was just by the door , unconscious , her body frail and weak under the hellish flames , he carried her over his shoulder…back to his horse.
"This woman needs urgent medical care , fetch for the physician , QUICK !" He ordered , his voice authoritative , commanding…yet dripping with fear. He didn’t know why he did that. Why he risked the fire but…god knows , he thought it all worth it. His men all had dumbfounded expressions on their faces as the physician rushed to the king "my lord…are you hurt ?"
"Not me. If she dies , consider yourself dead. Heal her." Baldwin expressed , his tone cold and threatening yet his gaze fearful…very fearful. Baldwin knows guilt , it lives within him like a crippling monster , a soul sucking entity…a parasite , or perhaps apart of his soul. He knew he had killed…hundreds. His hands were stained with blood but this isn’t the blood he wanted on his hands. Knight code comes before all and knights don’t harm women , children or elderly…but he did…now he did , and this will haunt him forever.
"A word." He said to Guy with a threatening gaze.
Guy approached , a smug look on his face like usual , walking with pride. "My lord." He bowed his head.
Baldwin’s blue gaze pierced Guy’s fragile , narcissistic soul. "Who died and made you king ?" Baldwin asked.
"Oh…God forbid my lord , long live the king of course."
"Really ? If so…why did I carry an innocent maiden on my shoulder from the fire of her small home. I do not recall giving such orders."
"Well , my lord" Guy chuckled nervously searching for a lie to justify his bloodshed , "those villagers…they were hostile…like all saracens are ! I ordered knights to only harm those who harm them. If she’s harmed , she is no innocent maiden."
"If your men were truly harmed by a woman small enough to be carried on the shoulder of a leper , perhaps they’re more fit for a harem than they are for a crusade."
The physician tended to the girl’s wounds and she woke up coughing , tears in her eyes , she looked at the king with a look of disdain -at the very least- her eyes filled with fury…behind them a hint of sadness…
"You woke up…"
She didn’t reply
"Are you alright ?"
She didn’t reply
Baldwin has had enough. He stood in front of her and with the end of his sword lifted up her chin to look at him. “You speak when spoken to." His tone shifted to something more affectionate , warmer…"are you alright ?"
"Take a good guess , your grace” she said , her voice quivering as anger lingered onto every letter she uttered looking at her destroyed home.
"I’ll have your home repaired. I didn’t order this. My knights acted outside of their orders and they will be punished , I swear it."
"Your gold won’t bring back mother’s dresses…or father’s books." She managed to spit out as grief , anger , melancholy consumed her soul , making speech a chore , making looking up at him a harder one. She saw nothing but a monster , an anomaly.
"Did you lose anyone in the fire ?" The king said , surprisingly cold.
"No…" she said as she looked away.
"Then you lost nothing. All can be repaired." He said , his tone cold , his gaze colder , yet his words…there was comfort within them.
She stood up bravely , in all of her reckless ferocity to fight him , to cry , to storm only to feel her head lighten…her sight blur..she collapsed , only to be caught by the king’s good hand before she fell down. He caught her swiftly and then lowered her down. For a moment , he felt a sticky warm substance from her hair. "It can’t be.." he removed his hand to see it stained with blood…the blood of the innocent…on his hands , not symbolically this time , it wasn’t a figure of speech…it was his reality. It was as real as his illness and the savagery of his knights. A scary relevation indeed…one he could not grasp. "Dieu…seigneur…BACK TO JERUSALEM !" He yelled out to his knights as he blopped her in front of him on the horse , praying to his God and hers that she wakes up.
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Jinxes and Good Luck Charms
Summary: Your feet hurt and your best friend shows up just in time to help you out.
Content: GN!reader, Stardust Crusader reader, during JJBA part 3 (no spoilers), polnareff's love language is physical touch, gift giving, Jotaro being sassy, Kakyoin being a good but teasing, whiny but playful reader, reader gets to use Polnareff as a seat
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: Because i need more fluff moments with my darling husband and also I wanted to try out writing for like...a whiny/teasing reader? If that makes any sense lol. I hope you all enjoy!
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“My feet are killing me.” You whined in the most annoying and pathetic sound you could muster. One that had Kakyoin grimacing and Jotaro giving a low muttered good grief--the exact reactions you had been trying to pull from them. “Can we please find somewhere to sit?”
“Just sit down on the curb,” Kakyoin suggested in that calm voice of his that you only huffed at.
“In the dirt! No way.” You continued, giving another pathetic whine at the end of your words. You rose your left foot, hooking it around your ankle to try and give it a rest. This only made the near-biting pain radiating in your right foot increase, but the relief you felt in your left made it worth it for the time being. “Why can’t we find somewhere to sit? It’s so hot out here and humid and it’s making me sweat and--��
“Because we need to wait for the others to get back and this is where we all agreed to meet up.” Jotaro snapped, making you narrow your eyes at him. “We’ll find a damn chair later, so either sit down on the damn curb or shut the hell up.” He finished, pulling his hat further down his face.
“Always so mean.” You huffed, placing your foot back to the floor and hooking your right foot around your left ankle. Your body wobbled a bit, but with a small extension of Kakyoin’s arm, you were able to use him to keep balance. “Where is Polnareff? He wouldn’t be this mean to me about finding a chair.”
“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Kakyoin said in way of comfort. He offered you a thin smile as well that did nothing to lift your mood. “Unless he’s lost his way again.” You gave him a wildly panicked look.
“You’re trying to jinx him!”
“Jinx--no. Just stating the obvious.” Kakyoin playfully teased. You huffed, pushing him away from you as you stood on your own, a chuckle spilling from his lips.
“Maybe he fell into the shitter.” Jotaro’s grumbling voice spoke again, only making Kakyoin’s stifled chuckle grow.
“You two are assholes.” You gruffed, clenching your fists at your side.
What if he had fallen into a toilet?
You felt your heart clench as you made to march off in search of your best friend when he popped around the corner, a bright smile on his lips and arms spread out to the side.
“Ta-da! Miss me?” Polnareff’s gray eyes found you in seconds, the corners of them crinkling as his smile continued to grow.
“Obviously.” Your own smile came to your lips as he moved into your orbit. His eyes shined at your confirmation of his question. “You left me here with these grumpy guses.” You hooked a thumb in the direction of your other friends.
“...I don’t think I’m a grumpy gus.” Kakyoin murmured from somewhere behind you, almost sounding offended.
“Forgive me, mon ange. I should have taken you with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a mocking, displeased huff.
“Damn straight you should have taken me with you. Better than standing here in the blazing heat with no chair in sight.” At the reminder of your aching feet, you gave a dramatic pout that only pissed Jotaro off further.
“Did you get them?” Jotaro grumbled, changing the topic quickly. Polnareff nodded to the most grumpiest of the guses way, pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. They were tossed Jotaro’s way, the teen catching it without any trouble as usual before those soft, gray eyes were back onto you.
“Come. We’ll sit together. I got you a little something too.” Polnareff spoke as he lowered himself down onto the dusty ground, criss-crossing his legs together. He gave his thick thigh a pat before reaching up to take your hand. You were quick to accept it, allowing him to guide you down into his lap.
You gave a sigh of relief that you used your diaphragm to make spill out louder then it needed to be from your mouth just to further grate on Jotaro’s nerves. He stared daggers your way as he placed a cigarette between his lips.
“There is no way your feet hurt that much.” Kakyoin voiced, that bit of amusement at your antics clear in his voice.
“Oh, it felt like I was standing on a street full of needles. Ouch.” You gave a played-up wince.
Polnareff’s chuckle shook through your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. One of his strong arms snaked around your waist to hold you securely against him, while the other came to sit before your eyes in a closed fist.
“To make you feel better.” And he opened his fingers to reveal a tiny wooden black cat. “In France, if you treat them with the utmost care, it is believed they will bring you good luck.” You gently ran a finger over the head of the wooden critter. “Of course, this isn’t a true cat but I believe it will do the same for you.” You turned your gaze slightly to look at Polnareff’s face from out of the corner of your eye.
“Thank you. I will treat him oh so well.” Craning your head back a bit, you placed a sweet but fleeting kiss to his warm cheek. As you looked away, you saw his face flush a deep red, full lips parting at such affection from you.
God you absolutely loved making that blush form over his skin.
“I will name him…” You started, taking the cat from Polnareff’s hand, turning it this way and that. “Charm. Because he is a good luck charm.”
“Very original,” Jotaro commented in that deadpanned, yet all too sassy, way of his.
“I think it’s…charming.” Polnareff joked on a badly stifled laugh that came out in pffting spurts. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him at his joke or at the way Jotaro closed his eyes on a deep exhale of smoke and annoyance.
“See? This is why you are my best friend. You get it.” You had just finished your sentence when you felt Polnareff nuzzling his cheek against the side of your head.
It was your turn to feel like your skin was on fire then. Your turn to feel those butterflies you were hardly concealing flutter violently within your stomach.
You almost begged him to do it again, but held your tongue. Not yet…though, maybe with this bit of luck he had gifted you, you would finally find the courage to let those butterflies fly free.
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THEM COMFORTING YOU — kujo jotaro
—✦ knowing you, it wouldn’t take long for jotaro to realize something is wrong
—✦ he would be blunt and ask what is bothering you
—✦ when you tell him he is quick to get rid of whatever it is
—✦ jotaro isn’t one to show his emotions, so i feel like he would comfort you through actions instead of words
—✦ he would buy you you’re favorite snacks and let star platinum cuddle you
—✦ and if it makes you feel better he might let you play with his hair
—✦ he will let you talk about whatever you need to get off your chest and listen while you lay your head on his shoulder
—✦ when you end up falling asleep he will tuck you in bed and give you a kiss on the forehead
—✦ jotaro loves you very much and will do anything to make you happy
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Midnight Thoughts (Jojo's Bizarre Adventures)
*Walks out with folded hands* Ehem...I had a vision. And I went with that vision- and after so many months I finally finished it :D I love these dorks so much, your honor! Please enjoy some good ol' stardust crusaders antics!
CW: Swearing!
Summary: Polnareff and Kakyoin can't sleep. Antics ensue when they decide to make it Jotaro's problem aswell.
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“Superman is only super on earth, yeah? Do you think he’s just an average joe on Planet Krypton?”
“Kakyoin.”
“Please, have you seen him? He’d be an absolute hit with the ladies back home.” “Polnareff-”
“Yeah but what if that’s just the norm there? What if in Planet Krypton he’s considered boring or even ugly?”
“Guys-”
“You really think someone like Superman could be considered average?”
“I’m just saying- Superman to earthlings is like someone revisiting an early level in a game after making it the final few levels.”
“Would you shut the hell up!” Jotaro sat up with a glare, his eyes shooting daggers at the pair across the way. “It’s one in the fucking morning!”
“Technically it’s only 12:20 AM.” Kakyoin pointed at the clock on the wall, the face glowing softly in the dark room.
“Did we wake you? Apologies, Jojo.” Polnareff grinned from his spot across from the redhead, unfazed at the death stare he received. “All this traveling and stand fighting- it makes it hard for one to relax their mind.”
“Good Grief. Find some booze and drink until you pass out. Or go find somewhere else and play sleepover.” Jotaro grumbled as he laid back down, closing his eyes. He could understand the restlessness- there were many nights he would lay there and stare at the sky for hours- waiting to pass out from exhaustion or for morning to come.
That said- he spent those nights in silence. A simple courtesy he wished the two idiots would share.
“Wow, someone’s grumpy. It’s those moody teenage hormones, huh?” Polnareff teased, sharing a look with a smiling Kakyoin as he stood, walking over to the opposite bed. “Or is it that you’re feeling left out?”
“Neither- I want to sleep. Get out.” Jotaro glared before pulling the blanket over himself, the silent equivalent to slamming a door in someone’s face.
“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo.” Kakyoin came over as well- crawling into the bed and flopping against the mound of blankets. “Here’s a question- do you think Star Platinum could win in a fight against Superman?”
Silence. Polnareff and Kakoyin shared an amused look.
“I know you're not asleep, Jojo. I can feel you brooding.” Kakyoin teased, tugging at the blanket gently. He received a low growl in return.
“Jojo~ Don’t be mad at us!” Polnareff climbed in on Jotaro’s opposite side, shaking the mound. “We’re your friends!”
Still nothing. Jotaro was stubborn as ever.
“He’s like a little kid- all pouty and such.” Kakyoin cooed.
“You know how we handle those kinds of guys, right Kak?” Polnareff teased with a wink.
The threat was there. Jotaro dared to peek over the blankets, making his look as scary as possible. “Touch me and you fucking die.”
“Bet?” Kakyoin grinned.
“Bet.” Polnareff agreed. Jotaro exhaled deeply.
Silence.
Then there was chaos.
“You’re not getting away!” Kakyoin yelled in glee, charging the bound of limps and blanket blindly. Jotaro was like a bull in the pit, all flailing limbs and sharp swears as he swung in every direction. “Come here, Jojo!”
“Give in! Just let it happen!” Polnareff was a mess of giggles, putting his muscular mass to use as he threw himself on top of the teen. Once there, he wrestled his wrists down until he they were pinned, straining. “I got him! I got him! Get him, Kakyoin!”
“On it!”
“Get the hell of-HMMPH!” Jotaro’s shout of anger was quickly muffled as Kakyoin dug into him through the blanket, raking his fingers up and down his sides. His squirms increased in frequency, leading to him nearly sending Polnareff flying once more. “Cut the shit! K-Kakyoin!”
“Oo, he’s feeling it now! Get him good, Kakyoin!” The knight giggled in delight as he readjusted his seat, putting maximum weight onto Jotaro and worming his fingers against his neck. “Here I come, you damn brat!”
“Not you too- get! Gehehehhahhaat!” Jotaro’s defenses melted when fingers dug into the middle set of his ribs. Not even the blanket could protect him from the ticklish feeling shooting up his nerves. “Dahahahahahm yohohohohou! Aheahhahahahaha!”
“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo! You love us too much to say that!” Kakyoin tugged at the blanket with one hand while his other carried on tickling. Despite his current state, Jotaro was adamant on hanging on to the damn thing. “Fine then- you won’t give up the ghost, I’ll just come and take it!”
With that, he dived beneath the nearest corner of the blankets, squeezing his way towards Jotaro like an inchworm. Polnareff scooted some to give more room, preparing.
In a matter of seconds, the room was booming.
“AH! AHEHAHAHHAA YOU FUHUHUHUCKER!” Jotaro howled when his sides were grabbed once more- no blanket or shirt for that matter to protect him against Kakyoin’s claws. “GEHEHEHEHT THE HEHEHELL OHOHOHOFF! AH! NOHOHOT YOU THOOHOHOHO!” Polnareff had begun to double his efforts, worming a hand into any tickle spot within reach. “SCREHHEHEHW YOOHOHU TWOOOHOHO!”
“So mean! To your dear friends too, Jotaro!” The frenchman chided, drilling a finger into the birthmark and making him scrunch with an undignified squeal. “Take this! And that! And this and that!”
“You can’t get rid of me, Jojo!” Kakyoin laughed through his teases, clinging to the bigger boy with all his might as he scribbled into his ribs and stomach. “I’m stuck to you! Forever and ever- AH!”
Jotaro put his strength into use; twisting hard enough to send Polnareff flying. He crashed into the bundle of Kakyoin, rolling off the bed and inadvertently bringing Jotaro with them. They landed in a crash of blankets and sore limbs upon landing.
“Ow! Oohohoho my god, that hurt! Jota-ROOHOOHO!” The frenchman was about to check in with the boys when hands suddenly grabbed his waist, kneading his sides rapidly. “AHEHAHHAH WHOOHOHOHO?”
“Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, Polnareff!” Kakyoin was truly a gremlin. “Gonna getcha good! Jojo, help me!”
“Nohohohohohohoho! Pleahahahahse, Aihihihihiites Pihiihihihiteehehehehehe!”
Get off me, you ass!” Jotaro yelled through the chaos, wiggling free from the bodies pressing him down. Despite this, he was grinning- a new light of playfulness in his expression. “Good grief- you two are annoying. All right- I’ll help.”
“Nohoohoho! Johohootaro! Johohoohtaro EPARGI MOOHOHOHI!” Bodies crashed once more as Jotaro threw himself at the pair, tickling with all his might. Alongside Polnareff’s squeals in french, Kakyoin’s own hysterics joined the fray as he pulled and shoved at Jotaro’s hand.
“DOOHOHON’T GEHEHEHT ME, GEHEHHET POHOHOHOLNAREFF!” The redhead squealed at the top of his lungs, writhing like a worm beneath the hand squeezing the life out of his thigh. “JOHOHOHOJOHOHOHO!”
“JEHEHEHEHE DOOHOHOHNE! JEEHHEHEHE DoHOOHOHNE!” Polnareff squealed as his upper ribs were dug into, swatting and kicking through giggly hiccups. Jotaro didn’t know much French, but he could tell Polnareff was at his limit with how red he was.
Releasing them, he sat back with a crossed arm glare, watching them groan and gasp for breath. “You two done?”
“Ehehehe..hehhehe yeahhahah, whehehe’re gohoohod.” Kakyoin wheezed out, Polnareff nodding through another round of hiccups. “Dahahahng, and yohoohu didn’t eheehven use your sthahahnd!”
“Didn’t need it.” Jotaro got up, tugging his blanket out from under the redhead before climbing back into bed. “Not with how ticklish you two are. Go to bed.”
“Pardon? What does that mean, exactly Jotaro?” Polnareff leaped into the bed once more, resuming their previous position. “I’d say we gave you quite the fight tonight, non?”
“Yeah! You were squealing and everything!” Kakyoin was on his open side once more, smiling brightly at Jotaro’s heated glare. “I’d say out of all of us…”
They paused, considering.
“Yeah, okay. Fine. I’m the most ticklish.” Kakyoin finished with an eye roll. Polnareff giggled and Jotaro smirked beneath his blanket. “But your reaction is super cute, Jojo!”
“Shut up.” The brunette waved him off before pulling the blanket overhead, hiding away from their devious grins. He waited for them to move, or to attack once more. Instead, the bed shifted as they got comfortable, taking up the minimal surface space. “Don’t you two have your own beds? Sleep in them!”
“No way, yours is suddenly so comfy!” Kakyoin snuggled close, pressing his face into Jotaro’s shoulder. “I told you already, you’re stuck with me.”
“Same here, Jotaro! Get used to it!” Polnareff laughed as he dragged over extra blankets and pillows, making a sort of fort for them. “Bonne nuit.”
Kakyoin let out a sleepy “Oyasumi” in response. Before long, the pair were fast asleep- tucking Jotaro between them. The brunette sat there frozen for a few moments before rolling his eyes, a rare but genuine smile on his lips.
“Goodnight, knuckleheads.” He let himself relax for the first time this entire trip, the sounds of his friends breathing on either side of him.
Thanks for reading!
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✧・゚ — 𝐂𝑹𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.
✧・゚ — painting crusaders' nails : ( headcanons )
⠀▹ ⠀⠀𝐓 𝐖 ⠀⠀: ⠀これはプレゼントします ⠀⠀➥ SFW, fluff.⠀⠀☺︎︎ 🐇
꒰ 🕯⭐ ꒱ J O T A R O͟ ! ׅ ᣞ 𓆩☆𓆪 𝅄
The chances that he will allow it are slim, but he might if you insist really, REALLY.
He would just let you paint them black.
You agree to use that color as it suits him.
Persist a little and you can draw a star on the middle fingernail!
Jotaro won't admit it, but he likes the feel of your gentle hand holding his while you color his nails.
꒰ 🕯🥖 ꒱ P O L N A R E F F͟ ! ׅ ᣞ 𓆩☆𓆪 𝅄
He allows it right the first time you ask.
This Frenchman lets you do ANYTHING with him, anything at all.
Allows you to paint with your favorite color.
He would admire his own nails and praise the work.
He would smudge/spoil the paint on purpose to get you to paint again.
He would ask to paint your nails, and you would allow it.
You compliment Pol and say they turned out great (Even if they didn't. you didn't want to hurt the Frenchman).
He would ask you to paint his nails the entire trip.
꒰ 🕯🍒 ꒱ K A K Y O I N͟ ! ׅ ᣞ 𓆩☆𓆪 𝅄
He would be hesitant at first, but then he would allow it.
You would use a red shade that would resemble the color of a sweet cherry.
He would praise your work!
Just like Polnareff, he would also ask to paint his nails.
At the beginning of part 3 we can see that Noriaki is an artist, so his work would clearly look better than the French one.
He would always ask you to do touch-ups when the paint started to wear off.
Draw a little cherry on the redhead's middle fingernail and watch a little smile appear on his lips!!<3
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Right Beside You, Always
Yan!Kakyoin x Black!fem reader
Warning(s): yandere tendencies, manipulation, gaslighting, voyeurism, misuse of stands, mentions masturbation and sex
Noriaki remembered the first time he encountered you. Watching you play in the box of sand by yourself as the other kids in the playground avoided being around you. It was obvious because of your skin tone. They've never seen anything like it, not to mention your features. Hair that looked like it was on the rougher side, bigger eyes and nose, you just didn't resemble the type of people in their society. He remembered the exact words his mother told him. "See? That girl is all playing alone. Why not give her some company, Nori? You two could be friends." The young red-haired kid went over and sat next to you and asked,"Want to play together? Mother said both of us could be friends!" He was nervous since he wasn't the best at being social but was surprised to see your frown turn into a smile. "Okay!!" From that day on forward, the two of you were like two peas in a pot.
You played together, walked around the neighborhood together, colored together, had many sleepovers together, played video games together, and did everything together that you could think of doing together. He was the only kid in your neighborhood who saw you as an equal. You even transferred to his school to be close to him. Even though you couldn't see his other invisible friend, having your eyes on only him was enough to bring him enjoyment was more than happy to have someone that understood him. You became his best friend, his only other best friend in his childhood.
Fast forward, the two of you are now 17 years of age. Noriaki had gotten a firm but strong figure over the years, and for you, on the other hand, he couldn't characterize how gorgeous you've gotten since you guys were kids. Wavy hair, curvy waist, firm breasts, and oh lord, your ass. He'd catch himself staring at you for a long period. You'd thought he was dying. Not only that, your personalities are now complete opposites from back in the day. Noriaki stayed true to his introverted nature but you have grown to become a social butterfly, words can't describe how much he fucking loathes it. He felt like he was losing you to your now cool hip group of friends you now have, you were being invited to parties, and events, and you weren't spending enough time with your best— no, childhood friend!!
Don't get started about the boys at your school. Hell, don't even comment on any of them around the two. It always ticked him off how much enthusiasm these incels have to just walk up and talk to you as if he wasn't there?! Disrespectful little dicks! The horrendous comments they'd make about your body while he sat quietly in his seat waiting for you to arrive at your classroom. "Those thighs are so beautiful, have you seen the way her stockings just squeeze them?" The first boy said. "Those boobs she has, I can only guess what color her bra is." the short-haired one chuckled. He vividly remembers snapping his pencil in half from all of the sickening comments, if he could, Noriaki wouldn't waste any time using Hierophant Green on these fools and most likely would, if there weren't too many witnesses.
"What do you mean it's not today, Nori?" A confused look appeared on your face as you watched him hand you the flyer. "It said next Friday, not this Friday. Those fools you call friends can't even get good grades and mixed up the dates." You let out a disappointed sigh and put the flyer down before picking up your book bag and heading towards your locker. "Whatever. Let's go home, Nori." You said. Noriaki couldn't help but feel sorrow to see your depressed expression, but the other half of him felt satisfaction. He was beginning to ruin your plans with the people he didn't want you to be around. Focus on him. He hates being alone, you know that (Y/N).
"Are you sure for cetrain they invited you out?" Noriaki gave you a stern look, his hand on his hip while checking you out. "Yeah! I think," you responded. "You think, but you're not sure. If I remember correctly, you didn't attend the last few parties because they were either canceled or they set it on the wrong date. What makes you think they finally got it right this time?" Noriaki turned away from you, clearly showing his bitterness and disappointment. You stood there looking down at the ground. He was right after all. Oh, how silly you felt looking all fancy and cute for an event that wasn't even today! Silly (Y/N)! Little did you know, the wide smirk the red hair male had on his face after purposefully sabotaging your plans just for you to be with him for the day? Another win for Noriaki Kakyoin.
What other activity does this gamer do besides playing video games all day or even painting his favorite picture he took? Window Peeping, of course! This man wants to have his eye on you 24/7 and especially when you're home alone. It just so happens that your parents were away celebrating their anniversary and left you in charge of the house. Finally, some alone time in the house, right? Right? He wouldn't be there physically watching you through your window, oh no no no, you guys have neighbors! One wrong move then boom, he's in handcuffs.
That's when Hierophant Green comes into play. Noriaki knows the time you head into the showers and is prepared to meet you there. Hierophant was his eyes. The camera was rolling, and you turned on the shower before taking off your shirt and skirt along with everything else. The camera quickly got a better view of your chest and the rest of you. You were perfect, you were flawless! You had curves he won't stop admiring was enamored by how smooth your legs looked, and the rest of you were just...perfect. He wanted to touch you, taste you, and fuck you. He wanted to be inside you, he wanted to be the one making love to you. He wanted to be the one providing you pleasure. He wanted to be the one making you scream his name. He wanted to be the one making you cum.
By now you were in the shower, the water hitting your skin and your once-dried hair now wet, the jiggly motion your thighs would do as you were scrubbing yourself was out of this world! Noriaki couldn't help but get hard every time he did this, patting his harden boner through his boxers the small but visible print of pre-cum now coming out. It had been 2 hours since that video was taken, and many pictures of your naked figure were scattered across the bed. He'd never forget the image of your bare ass, your soft breasts with the tiniest droplets of water dripping off of them, how perfectly curved your ass was, or that tiny trail of moisture slowly trailing down your pussy, leading to that dark hole at the center of your entrance.
And the cycle continues. Kakyoin is always by your side whether you know it or not, he just couldn't wait to say I love you or surprise you with a romantic picnic in the park to confess his feelings for you. But for now, he lingers in the shadows with his secretive activities and possible hidden bodies buried in his yard. Best friend, childhood friend, just wait until he becomes permanently yours, (Y/N).
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The Stardust Crusaders’ Picks for a First-Dance Wedding Song Headcanons
↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Joseph Joestar is excluded.
A/n: A chill list of headcanons that came to me at 6 in the morning. Jokes aside, I loved putting this together. Although I admit I am a bit biased since I’ve always loved retro music. I did my best to pick music that coincided with the music the characters each canonically listen to (at least, as far as we’re told).
Warning(s): None.
Jotaro Kujo
-> As the World Falls Down
David Bowie
“As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn’t too much fun at all
But I’ll be there for you
As the world falls down”
Canonically speaking, Jotaro’s favorite musician is Toshinobu Kubota. It’s admittedly a rather interesting choice for a man who was a dedicated delinquent in high school.
But music tends to touch people in a special, often times sensitive, manner. And despite looking and acting the way he does, Jotaro’s music preferences are no different.
Yeah, sure, he’s definitely a “whatever’s on the radio” kind of guy, but he has taste.
Separated from others, when he’s in control of the music he’s listening to, his choices give the impression of a casual listener that somehow always has the best picks seemingly with no effort put in at all. Perfectly on brand for Jotaro.
Therefore, he’s likely going to have an unexpected pick.
Therefore, he picks a sappy ballad from an under-appreciated 80s movie. Not because he’s even seen The Labyrinth by any stretch of the imagination, but because he just… likes how it sounds.
He likely heard it one way or another, completely detached from the movie itself, and decided he enjoyed it. Something about the slightly cheesy yet instrumentally enchanting tune gets stuck in his head in a really good way.
There is a reason past “oh, it just sounds nice” as to why he picked it but let’s be honest… he’s going to get a little embarrassed annoyed if he has to explain to you in full detail.
The title pretty much speaks for itself, in his opinion.
Noriaki Kakyoin
-> Every Breath You Take
The Police
“Every move you make
And every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you”
Good god, he’s certainly the Sting fan.
Whether or not you actually like Sting it’s hard to argue against the fact that Kakyoin likely has an overall shit taste in music. Why is this the case? Because he’s been alone the majority of his life and didn’t have any friends to bully him over it.
Not having anyone around him to say “what the hell is this” or just a simple “no” will and has effected him.
He’s the type of guy who claim’s “this album will change your life” before putting on some of the worst pieces of music you’ve ever heard.
Not that he isn’t trying, keep in mind.
This man will stress about what to suggest for days on end. He’s going to take the longest compared to the others in how how much time it takes him to pick. It’ll eat away at his brain, threatening to take every bit of his sanity unless he can think of what he deems as the perfect song he can choose.
And still he manages to not only choose an extremely predictable wedding song, but an insanely creepy one as well.
It’s weirdly charming, in his own odd Noriaki way.
He likely didn’t know what he was doing at the beginning of the relationship due to inexperience, and it’s probably heartwarming to know some things never change.
And it’s completely possible the stalker-ish lyrics of the song didn’t click inside his brain. Not because he doesn’t understand the lyrics per se… but because the poor guy hardly had a grasp on what was actually considered romantic when you first met.
Please, for your own sanity, don’t let the song played at your wedding be one that he picked (with hindsight he’ll probably thank you for it too).
Jean Pierre Polnareff
-> The Air That I Breathe
The Hollies
“Peace came upon me and it
leaves me weak
so sleep, silent angel, go to
sleep
Sometimes
All I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you”
Polnareff’s favorite musician isn’t ever canonically specified, but it’s made pretty clear he’s likely a fan of The Beatles. And considering he went through puberty during the 70s, he’s likely going to lean into that era of music.
Generally speaking, he’s got decent taste. Sure, he’s got the music taste of a white suburban father, but his picks are usually pretty agreeable.
That said, he’s definitely a little high and mighty about it.
He won’t go off on the subject too hard whenever you’re around, but he thinks very highly of his preferences. Polnareff’s a huge victim of nostalgia, and a part of him feels a little elitist for having grown up in the time period that he did.
He has had the song for his first dance picked out in the back of his mind for years, swearing that it would be played at his wedding at some point or another.
Hell, he’s probably got a full roster of music in mind for the reception.
For such a monumental occasion, he’s sure to pick a ballad that starts off slow but crescendos into the chorus- easily the type of romantic tune he’d prefer.
And unlike the others, you may get pushback from him if you don’t want that as your first dance. He’s quite stubborn, generally speaking, and this is no exception to that.
Ultimately though, he would eventually cave and do just about anything you want.
But as stated before, he’s had his mind set on this one for literal years. So certainly expect this to be a somewhat tough conversation to have with him if you prefer something different.
Muhammad Avdol
-> I Love How You Love Me
Claudine Longet
“I love how your eyes close
whenever you kiss me
And when I’m away from you I
love how you miss me
I love the way you always treat
me tenderly
But, darling, most of all I love
how you love me”
Avdol’s music taste is left as a complete mystery in canon.
However, because he runs his own shop, he’s fairly attached to the calming instrumentals he often keeps on at the store. Avdol understands atmosphere well and takes it very seriously.
When he’s not working, it’s not very often that he finds himself listening to music.
But when he does, it’s usually music with soft or ethereal overtones (you cannot tell me he doesn’t listen to Enya). Throw in some charming oldies from the 50s and 60s, and Avdol’s in his element.
To put it simply, easy-listening tunes are his freaking jam.
He also enjoys listening to music from all across the world. Avdol is likely well-traveled, and is undoubtedly knowledgeable on other places and cultures. So the preference comes naturally to him.
He’s going to pick something very romantic and slow. A song that, even if you maybe haven’t heard it before, upon the first time listening you just know it’s meant to be played at a wedding.
And, unlike the others, it would take him less than 24 hours to have made his choice. It’s not that he doesn’t put care into the decision, he just doesn’t like making you wait. He’s quite efficient when it’s something this important.
Regardless, he’s the most flexible of the group when it comes to your tastes, so anything you want is perfectly fine with him.
That said, it has to be a ballad. That’s his main request. Avdol’s eager for your input, sure, but he’s going to want to slow dance with you more than anything else.
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having a sleepover w/ the crusaders!
sleepover + the crusaders (separate + group)
cw: platonic + romantic content, sfw, gender neutral reader
jotaro
☆ you’re probably going to watch cruddy reality tv. you’ll both make fun of the participants stupidity, jotaro actively snickering at your remarks before making his own quips. also partial to nature (mainly aquatic) documentaries but won’t force you to watch those if they aren’t your thing!
☆ would take a bit of time before you guys actually begin cuddling. if you initiate it cuddling will happen earlier, but if you wait for him he’ll be worried you’re not ready and possibly overthink because he’s scared of making you uncomfortable. star platinum will probably try to cuddle you before jotaro himself does, and when he sees you grab his face and kiss his nose and star platinum happily repeating “ora” jotaro knows you’re okay with him holding you since you’re joyfully wrapped in star platinum ☆ will happily play games with you but doesn’t want you to know he’s borderline eager to after only getting to play with kakyoin for a while and you’re a nice change of game style and pace ☆ would act like he doesn’t care if you sleep in the bed with him or not but if you make a joke about going to ask another crusader if you could share the bed to avoid the floor he’ll defensively say they won’t be that nice and says you can sleep with him i guess. good grief ☆ before you fall asleep you’ll be talking to each other and it’ll be a time where jotaro really goes on a tangent about the things he likes most. there’s something about the privacy of being alone with you and his tired mind being reassured by the person he loves. he feels the most comfortable offering his interests to you in the night
kakyoin
☆ you’re playing games together! be them video games (he’s partial to racing games) or a board game, either way a good few hours will be spent playing various games ☆ once you get over any possible awkwardness at touching each other you are cuddling the entire time. hierophant green is getting in on this too - he’ll wrap his tendrils around you whenever kakyoin gets up to get anything and if you tease kakyoin about it he’ll be so red ☆ you’re going to be crafting with hierophant green most definitely. he likes to give you the prettiest emeralds he makes and with the rejects you’ll string them together to make necklaces, bracelets, anything really for the stand. hierophant will be elated to get anything from you and wrap himself around you, causing kakyoin to smile and blush with happiness about the two most important aspects of him bonding positively ☆ kakyoin will worry obscenely about sleeping arrangements. he want’s you to sleep with him so you can cuddle and being with you during the night calms him, but he wouldn’t ever force that on you. if you propose that he’ll be so relieved and excited to say yes ☆ make kakyoin, you, and hierophant matching bracelets it’ll make everyone involved SO happy. kakyoin will look at it when he’s trying to sleep but is feeling restless and be put at ease when he sees the sporadic shine of the glow in the dark heart beads you used
polnareff
☆ is foaming at the mouth nearly to cuddle you but won’t until you confirm that’s what you want! and if you never do he’ll respect that ☆ likes to watch corny romcoms and stupid comedies. strikes me as someone to watch the jackass movies. sorry. he’ll want to watching something to laugh hysterically at or something that’ll make his eyes tear up from how sweet it is despite being cliche ☆ would play games if you wanted him to! isn’t very high on his priority list however ☆ a long bit of the time would be spent with you two talking to each other, his arms wrapped around you if that is okay with you while you chat. conversation will range from stupid jokes to serious issues, then spiral back to something mundane when polnareff says something silly ☆ will hold you so tightly through the night. if you need to wake up to use the bathroom that sucks. he’s scared of you leaving him and he’s possibly having a nightmare - so please stay in his arms until you can really reassure him you’re here to stay
avdol
☆ you’re going to spend a lot of time making conversation and enjoying each other’s company. in each other arms or simply in the same room, either is fine with avdol. he just loves the sound of your voice and hearing you ramble about whatever’s on your mind
☆ will do anything you want to during the sleepover. board games? he’s not an avid player but he’ll learn the rules. video games? he’s not the best, but he’ll try! movies? he’d be down for just about anything, but it’s not surprising to gravitate towards true-crime movies/shows with him ☆ he’ll give you a tarot reading if you’d like and be so honored and gleeful if you actively enjoy/engage with his practices. you don’t have to pretend to be interested, but he’ll really appreciate if you did show any bit of interest in this large part of him ☆ avdol would be entirely down with sharing the bed with you! he’ll offer without the same sort of nerves that kakyoin, jotaro, aand polnareff have, as he’s a bit more mature and experienced in terms of asking and initiating physical connection. magician’s red will also always be touching you - sitting by you, trying to sit on you - he just wants to be close to you like avdol is! ☆ he wouldn’t fall asleep until you have, and if you’ll struggling to fall asleep he’ll do anything he can to help you fall asleep! what a guy <3
joseph *platonic*
☆ is literally so goofy. that’s all you need to know. but i’ll elaborate. he’s still very much youthful despite his age and that’s clear in how he behaves
☆ he’ll play board games, not exactly enjoying video games but will give them a shot. very much “teaching an old dog new tricks” however, so not the most fun at first. once he gets the basics and your competitive nature’s kick in it’s a true competition ☆ will watch the lowest rated movies ever just to make fun of and laugh at them. this happens to be a lot of low budget, small animated movies and free films on streaming platforms. he wants to laugh and poke fun at things and he’ll love if you added your own comedic comments to whatever is on ☆ totally down to do face masks and paint your nails! will actually love to do those things. he looks great for his age and he’s biting at the bib to share how he’s kept his skin nice! ☆ he’ll make sure you have what you need for bed before he gets ready to sleep himself, worried that you’ll be anxious to ask the other crusaders. very much trying to look after you
all
☆ at the beginning there’s fighting about what to do. kakyoin wants to play games, polnareff wants to watch a jackass film, jotaro wants to go someone quiet cause everyone’s pissing him off already, avdol is with jotaro just about, and joseph is picking out which shade of pink for you to paint his nails ☆ kakyoin ends up caving to polnareff because of his continued pestering about watching a movie. you don’t want to watch jackass though and neither does anyone else, so you meet in the middle and put on a low budget animated (for joseph to make fun of the animation) movie about fish (for jotaro) who like to dance (so polnareff can laugh at the poor guys ): ☆ during the movie you’re painting joseph’s nails the hot pink he decided on while pointing out the inaccuracies in the fish’s anatomy with jotaro. he’s actually bothered by how messed up their proportions are due to poor animating and also a lack of research. kakyoin pats him on the back, bummed that polnareff annoyed him into caving. kakyoin does end up liking the bad film though because it was hilarious ☆ you convince avdol to let you paint his nails red, which made polnareff jealous so you got to paint his nails silver, then kakyoin got his nails painted green to match hierophant, and when you asked jotaro if you could paint his he just groaned his catchphrase before extending his spread hands. you painted his black, giving all of them a star of glitter on their middle nails (f☆ck you dio!) joseph paints one hand [color] but does a bad job so kakyoin takes over, doing better than you would’ve guessed! ☆ next conflict occurs when you’re deciding what to eat for dinner. no one can agree on what to order. polnareff wants something new, joseph wants something familiar, kakyoin and jotaro literally don’t care, and avdol is about to just order for himself since mediating isn’t working. you end up just ordering several pizzas with joseph’s card and he’s not upset, just glad you got everyone to stop bickering and satisfying the conflicting wants of the crusaders ☆ after eating you play games with kakyoin and jotaro, absolutely demolishing them in a dating sim and then getting your butt handed to you in a racing game. kakyoin will tease you about how “you can beat them in the race of winning hearts but not on the actual road” which cracks you up. jotaro has fun watching you two be silly while he keeps his equally fun remarks to himself simply to enjoy what’s happening now ☆ you sit out the next race because polnareff suggests whoever wins the next race gets to share the sleeping space with you. kakyoin agrees under the guise he just wants to beat polnareff, while jotaro uses the same seemingly innocent motive. really they both want to spend the time alone with you ☆ kakyoin wins using similar tricks to when he fought younger d’arby, surprising jotaro slightly and making polnareff whine. he’s bummed he’s lost but it’s also a bet so he concedes after a load of complaint. jotaro compliments kakyoin’s playing and clever moves, the two having civil conversation about the game and jotaro learns a new trick for his next race ☆ the bet totally didn’t matter cause you’re all going to sleep in the same room with your own futon (despite joseph’s complaining) which relieves everyone but also makes you laugh ☆ the night’s been eventful so your eyelids are heavy, but you find yourself unable to sleep with how exciting the sleepover’s been. you’re glad you’ve met all of them and you think back on why you appreciate them. you open your eyes after a while of contemplation in the dark to see everyone not in their futons. heading to the main room you see them all to their own devices. you head to them, ready to not let sleep consume you despite being sleepy in favor of their company
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Fresh Start 2/?
Pairing: Pre-Outbreak!Joel x Neighbor!Reader
Summary: When you move to Austin after finishing grad school, all on your own, you find a small house for rent next door to a handsome contractor and his teenage daughter. He gives you a hand moving in, but it turns out he could use more help than he knows.
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Lol more Looking After Joel content (like anyone’s surprised)
Pre-outbreak or no outbreak (take ur pick). It's f!reader, 2nd person, w/ no use of Y/N.
Welcome once again to the Joel Miller fluff crusade.
Part 1
You saw Joel and Sarah a few more times in passing over the next few days, each time smiling warmly and waving across the way, but always on the way out. Most days you saw a younger man on the way out with the two of them, who bore some resemblance to Joel, and you figured that must be his brother Tommy. Sarah had mentioned her Uncle Tommy while recounting her day over loose pieces of bookcase as the three of you built a few nights prior.
Since that night, you’d been trying to find the time to gather what you needed to make dinner for your neighbors, in an effort to adequately thank them for all their help getting your new home put together. After spending the weekend unpacking the last of your things, you resolved to hit the grocery store for the ingredients you’d need on Monday after work, and try to get dinner ready for delivery next door around the time Joel got home. Monday morning, you noticed it was just Joel and Sarah hopping in the truck as you got ready to leave for the day from your own driveway. Joel looked over at you, squinting in the bright morning sun, and smiled wide, waving.
“Just the two of you this morning?” you called, waving back at him.
“Yep. My brother’s outta town. Took a long weekend,” he said, walking over to you. You began walking as well, meeting him halfway. “I’ll have to introduce you two sometime soon.”
“Definitely, I’d like to meet him,” you said, smiling back at him.
He nods back and continues, lifting one arm up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh, I uh, got an idea of how my week’s gonna look. Would you wanna come over for dinner on Wednesday? I think Sarah would really like it, and you could meet Tommy too, since he’s around all the time. Damn near lives here himself.”
You tried hard to keep your eyes on Joel’s while he spoke, but you couldn’t help but be distracted by the way his shirt lifted barely two inches above the waist of his jeans, exposing a bit of his stomach. Your neck burned a little thinking of him, silently scolding yourself, pleading to Get A Grip. “Wednesday? Um, yeah, I don’t think I’m busy at all. I’d love to,” you replied almost too quickly. Joel didn’t seem to notice, however, mostly seeming relieved, and he smiled in response. God he had a gorgeous smile. Starting to seem like the Texas heat wouldn’t be the only thing making you melt.
“Great! We’ll be looking forward to it,” he said, satisfied with your answer.
“I will be too! Thank you, Joel,” you replied, hoping he saw only your earnest appreciation and not your cheeks warming under his gaze.
“Anytime. Well, I gotta get her to school,” he said, pausing and turning a bit to walk back toward the truck. Once again slightly bashful, he added one last thing.
“I hope you have a, uh, wonderful day, darlin’.” No doubt he could see the red in your face now, almost stuttering at his genuine tone.
“I-I hope you do too, Joel. I’ll see y’all later,” you replied, smiling back and turning to your own car. He watched as you got into the car, and didn’t return to his own until he heard your engine start. Taking a moment to gather yourself in the driver’s seat, you realized this crush on Joel was only going to grow each time you talked to him. You tried to tell yourself this was a bad idea. Joel’s your neighbor, and you wanted to keep it friendly and welcoming, and you had no idea how Sarah would react if something ever did happen between the two of you. No, you’d make sure to get a hold of it before bringing dinner over for the two of them tonight, which you’d conveniently left out of the conversation with Joel. You’re wanting it to be a surprise thank-you, and thinking it might be nice to not have to worry about what to do about dinner after working in the heat all day. For your neighbor. Your friend. Just that.
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You arrived back home around five, shopping done and ready to start cooking. You set to preparing the different parts of the meal you were making. The lasagna you took a bit of time and assembly, and you were definitely making quite the mess. Around the time the bolognese finished, you looked out the window and noticed Joel’s truck still wasn’t outside the house next door. Not too concerning, you knew he worked late quite a bit. If nothing else, you could bring dinner to Sarah, and he’d have less to worry about when he did get home.
You’d been cooking for over an hour when you noticed the sun beginning to set outside. You got the hefty casserole dish into the oven, and cleaned up the mess you’d created in your kitchen, tying up the very full garbage bag to take outside. As you headed toward the cans in your driveway, a taxi pulled up in front of the house next door. Now this was strange, you had yet to see a single cab in your very residential neighborhood. You noticed as well that Joel’s truck still wasn’t in their driveway. This made more sense as you watched Sarah emerge from the back of the car on the street side and quickly walk around to the lawn, opening the door for the other passenger. You certainly were not expecting Joel to emerge from the car, grip tight on the top of the door, with Sarah leaning in to help him out. As he got out and shut the door, draping an arm over Sarah, with a pained expression on his face. While he leant heavily on the cab’s door, Sarah reached in and pulled out a pair of crutches, helping him to get a grip on the first one. After settling on the first crutch, Joel pushed the door to the cab shut behind him, and began to hobble forward. Before Joel can grab the other crutch from Sarah, you see him begin to lose his balance, enough to instinctively go down on his newly wrapped ankle, and you rush forward to help.
“Woah! Hang on a second!” you call as you approach them. Joel is huffing with effort when he notices you, and lifts his arm, allowing you to slip right underneath and support his side. Joel straightens up, leaning heavily on you, and lets out a breathy “Thank you.”
“‘course. Looked like you needed a hand,” you smile up at him. He smiles back down at you, and despite your grin, he could see your eyes wide, and brows knitting together in concern. Joel felt a growing warmth in his chest at the sight, reminding him of the wave he felt during your conversation this morning.
You motion for Sarah on Joel’s other side to hand you the remaining crutch, and help him get a comfortable hold, as you slip out from beneath his shoulder. You keep hold of him as he adjusts, letting your hand linger lightly on his back.
“Good? Okay, let’s get you inside, then I want the story,” you said, rubbing his back a bit before letting go. Joel trudged forward, shifting his focus toward keeping his balance rather than missing the feeling of your hand, warm against his back. You kept close to his side, making sure he was stable, as Sarah led the way inside.
The two of you got Joel seated on the couch, and Sarah ran to her room to change out of her school clothes. You take Joel’s crutches and place them on the wall by the couch, and sit down on the ottoman in front of him, motioning for him to place his injured leg up next to you.
“Comfy?” you asked, and Joel nodded.
“As I’m gonna get for right now, I think.”
“Okay, story time. What the hell happened today?”
That look was back on your face, Joel realized, the one you gave him outside from beneath his shoulder, that warmed him from the inside. He just wanted to look at you for a while, feeling like he could melt under the care in your eyes.
“I, uh, fell. On site today,” he responds, a bit flustered after catching his too-long pause.
You wait a beat for him to elaborate, and when he doesn’t, you speak.
“Wow. You’re a riveting storyteller, Joel. Way to paint a picture for me. Feel like I was there,” you say with more sarcasm than he can bear at the moment. Joel groans and rolls his eyes at your tone, and you grin at him, placing your hand on his injured leg, rubbing lightly, attempting to coax more of an explanation from him. “Okay, so injury acquired at work, that much we know. I assume also, based on the wrapped ankle and accompanying crutches, you saw a doctor somewhere? What did they say?”
Joel sighed, conceding to your press for information. “Yep, at work. Fall involved some scaffolding and I, uh, got unlucky, I guess. One of the guys drove me to get it checked out, and Sarah met us there. ‘S just a sprain, not a big deal,” he shrugged. Before you could respond, you heard Sarah yell from the hall.
“He’s lying!” she said. Joel sighs at this, shaking his head, opening his mouth to protest as she walks back in the room. “Nope. Don’t even try it. We came from the ER, where he waited two hours, got an x-ray, and the doctor told him he’s very lucky it’s not a fracture.” She placed her hands on her hips and looked at you, exasperated.
“It’s fine,” Joel says, “just gotta wait a couple days, then I can get back to work.”
“A week. The doctor said a week before you can go back to work. Then he said you need to spend another week supervising, no heavy lifting.” Sarah’s spiel made Joel sigh once again, this time in defeat. Your eyes were wide, impressed by her ability to both keep track and wear him down.
“Good memory.” you say incredulously, smiling at her.
“He remembers too, he’s just lying. That’s why I took the bus to the hospital instead of home like he told me. To hear the instructions myself,” she says to you, though pointed elsewhere. “ And Uncle Tommy’s still out of town, so…”
“So you took a cab home from the ER??” you say, turning your head back to face Joel, who looks at you confused. It’s Sarah’s turn to sigh now, and she turns toward the kitchen.
“I’m getting something to drink,” she breathes, and turns to Joel, “keep that elevated!”
You turn back to Joel now. You’re touched by Sarah’s concern, and give him a look letting him know as much, and wait for him to continue.
“Easier than the bus like this,” he shrugged.
“Well, what about the guy who drove you there? Where’d he go?” you ask.
“He had to get back to work, couldn’t wait around. ‘Specially with me gone for the rest of the day,” he says, like it made perfect sense. You look at him, face once again marked with worry but without the accompanying smile, he notices. You reach around Joel’s side and grab the throw pillow sitting next to him on the couch, then tap his leg lightly, signaling to lift it from the ottoman. You slide the pillow into the space he occupied, then move his leg back down to settle on top, laying your hand above his ankle once again.
“I get it,” you tell him, “but I don’t want it to happen again. Gimme your phone.” You take his phone and add your number to his contacts, and hand it back to him after sending yourself a text. “So next time-“
“Next time? You plottin’ my next fumble?” Joel asks, grinning at you. You shake your head at him.
“Let me finish! Next time you need a ride, or anything else you think I could help with, call me,” you say, gesturing to the phone now back in his hand. “I put my number in there and sent myself a text so I have yours now too.”
“Well, thank you, darlin’, but you don’t have to-“ Joel starts, but you cut him off.
“Nope. Promise me you’ll use it. If you need to, if you want to, for anything either of you need. I know your brother’s usually here, but just, put me above the cab company on the list, at least. Promise?” you plead with Joel. The worried face is back, and he’ll do just about anything to make it go away.
“I promise. Thank you,” he says, nodding, looking at you with a sincerity that reaches your bones. You look anywhere but at him, feeling your neck heat up into your ears like this morning. You pat his leg a couple of times, then stand, clearing your throat a bit.
“Well. Safe to say you guys haven’t eaten yet, yeah?” you ask, loud enough that Sarah can hear in the kitchen.
“Definitely not. And im stARVING,” says Sarah, walking back in and passing a glass of water and bottle of Advil to Joel, before placing an ice pack on his ankle.
“Okay good, give me a couple minutes, and I’ll be right back.” Sarah’s eyes grow wide with curiosity, and you turn to head out the door just as Joel begins to protest.
“What did you-“
“Just trust me,” you called to him, walking out, then peeked back in the door and pointed at Joel, “don’t go anywhere.” You said, raising your eyebrows at him.
Sarah started laughing as he deadpanned back at you, eyes narrowed “Hilarious.”
“Too soon?” you ask him through laughter. He rolls his eyes and smiles at you, shaking his head. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”
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With all the excitement of the last hour, you’d run out the clock on dinner, with only a few minutes remaining on your timer when you walked back into your kitchen. You pulled the lasagna out of the oven, covered it in foil, then stacked some potholders and returned to Joel and Sarah’s.
When you walk through the door, they turn to you, eyes wide. You can practically see their mouths watering like cartoon characters. Mission accomplished.
“Okay, so I’d actually planned to bring dinner over here for y’all tonight. As a thank you for your help last week. Couldn’t have picked a better day, huh?” you say to the two of them. Joel just stares at you, speechless. He definitely hadn’t seen that coming, but he wasn’t really surprised. Just, didn’t know what to say. Sarah speaks for both of them.
“You didn’t have to do that, we were happy to help. We had fun that night!” she says, excitedly, “but I am hungry, so come on.” Sarah leads you into the kitchen, then ushers you out, grabbing plates from the cabinet, insisting on handling it herself. You walk back into the living room, where Joel’s gathered his words, though they’re certainly nothing new.
“This is real sweet, but you really didn’t have to do that, darlin’. Seriously,” Joel says to you, gravely.
“I wanted to, Joel. Seriously.” you say, mirroring his intensity.
“I’m sure you did. I don’t doubt that,” he says, smiling knowingly at you through the words.
“Well, if you guys are good, I’m gonna get going. I’m sure you’re tired, so eat, enjoy, then get some rest,” you say to him, moving to leave. He’s exhausted, that’s for sure, but he’s also sure he doesn’t want you to leave. He’s got no idea how to make you stay, when Sarah walks back in from the kitchen, holding three plates filled with huge slices of the lasagna.
“Nope, you’re staying. You made it, it’s huge, eat with us,” she pushes one plate into your hands and another into her father’s.
“Oh, that’s sweet Sarah, but you guys have been through a lot today, I don’t want to intr-“
“Stay. Please. We’d really like you to.” This time it was Joel, insisting as well that you stay for dinner with them. With both of them staring up at you expectantly, you have no choice but to relent, taking your plate and sitting on the couch next to Joel.
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The three of you sat and ate together, first listening to Sarah tell stories of her day, then banding together to bully Joel into more details about what happened on site today. Sarah had a very strong feeling that, while unfortunate, the fall probably looked hilarious. The three of you giggled about the events of the day long after the empty plates were abandoned on the end tables. Sarah was curled up in a chair across from you two, when she got up, stretching, and announced she was heading to bed. She reached for the empty plates, but you stopped her before she could get to them. You told her not to worry about them, saying you would handle it, and she let you. After saying goodnight, she left for her room, leaving you and Joel alone.
“You’ve gotta be pretty tired yourself, huh?” you ask Joel, reaching out and patting his arm, before getting up to grab the empty plates.
“I’m alright. I’m glad you’re still here,” he says, that same sincerity in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you falter under his gaze, eager to busy yourself. Stacking the plates in one hand, you reach down and touch the ice pack on Joel’s ankle, finding it squishy and melted.
“This, uh, this isn’t doing you any favors anymore. Hang on,” you grab the limp pack and carry it and the plates into the kitchen. After cleaning the dishes and covering the lasagna, you place it in the fridge, then open the freezer beneath it to replace the melted ice pack. Luckily, you find a second just like it, which you grab and return to the living room.
You place the new ice pack on Joel’s elevated ankle, fiddling with it until you’re satisfied it’ll sit comfortably still. You’re at least partially trying to occupy yourself beneath his gaze, still unsure how to react to this feeling. He’s smirking at you when you meet his eyes, amused by your fussing over his injury.
“You really don’t have to do that, sweetheart. I’ll be alright, I can handle it,” he says while you attempt to fluff the pillow beneath his leg before sitting down next to it on the large ottoman. You place your hand on his leg once again, this time not hesitating to rub comforting and light along his shin.
“I know you can. But so can I. You’ve had a long enough day, just let me help,” you tell more than ask him.
“You already helped out plenty, bringing dinner over. She would’ve probably eaten something microwaved for dinner. Or worse, had to cook something for us herself. She does that enough already,” he glances down at his hands in his lap then, and you notice the guilt creeping into his voice. You lean forward then, and put one hand on his forearm, and he looks up, meeting your eyes.
“Hey,” you say gently, “she’s okay. More than okay, she’s wonderful. She was so sweet today, remembering every detail from the doctor, getting you in here and settled. It was adorable actually, watching you listen while she bossed you around a bit.”
“Sweet as can be, but ‘s not her job. I’m s’posed to be taking care of her, not asking her to take the bus home, or having her lug me out of a cab from the ER on a school night,” he says, running a hand over his face. You give his arm a reassuring squeeze before responding.
“This whole situation was a one-time thing, and you know that. Getting hurt on the job the one day your brother’s not with you? Bad luck. All it can be. Don’t beat yourself up about this, and definitely not when you’re this exhausted,” you say to him, hoping to provide what little comfort you can. He nods a little, head turning back to his lap, looking at your hand still resting on his forearm. “And don’t forget, find yourself in a run of luck like this again, you can call me instead.” You move your hand down, resting on top of his, and patting once again. As you move to lift it, he grabs your fingers, just wanting to keep your hand in his for a bit. You don’t move a muscle.
“You really mean that, don’t ya?” he lifts his head again and smiles at you, still holding your fingers tight.
You smile back, nodding at him, “anything you need, I told you,” squeezing his hand in return. He’s holding your hand in both of his now, and you rub little circles against the back of one with your free thumb. You wonder, for a moment, if you’re doing something you shouldn’t. He’s hurt, tired, and clearly carrying too much to think straight. Would a more awake, or less upset Joel be so open to this physical affection? Before you can spiral any further, Joel speaks again.
“Well, in that case, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you this week,” he says.
“Anything. Shoot.”
“It’s a lot, and I hate to ask, if you can’t do it, I’ll understand,” he begins rambling.
“Joel. Just tell me what you need,” you cut him off, squeezing his hand in yours.
“Well, since I can’t drive for the time being, I was wondering if you could pick Sarah up from school for the rest of the week? Tommy’s on his way back already, he’ll get her there in the mornings, but without me there, he can’t leave the site in the middle of the day to get her home. She can take the bus if she needs to, it’s not a big deal, I just-“
“Joel. I’ll be happy to pick her up this week. My schedule is flexible, so it won’t be a problem. I’ll be there, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t wait on me either,” you assure him.
“That’s- I can’t thank you enough, darlin’, really. I-“ Joel cuts himself off with a yawn, and you rise before he can even finish.
“Alright, that’s my cue. And yours,” you keep his hand in yours, giving it one final squeeze before he lets his fall, reluctantly. “Time to put yourself and this day to bed. Do you need help getting up?”
He smiles at his lap once more. “No, I’ll be okay. I think I got the hang of those things anyway,” gesturing to the crutches against the wall behind him. “I’m gonna sit here a while longer. Thank you again for your help tonight. I’d walk you out, but..”
“Don’t you dare get up Joel, not until you’re heading straight to bed. Promise?” you smile back, making him swear once again.
“I promise. Night, darlin’” he says, smiling slightly, eyelids at half mast. You doubted he was making it off the couch tonight, but you didn’t want to push.
“Night, Joel. Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you lock the door from the inside on your way out, fairly confident Joel wouldn’t be getting up or remembering to do it himself. You walked out into the warm night air, head spinning with the countless moments you shared with Joel tonight. You didn’t realize how late it was until you walked back in your own home, feeling exhaustion take hold. You’ve got plenty to do tomorrow now, too, so sleep was of the essence. You head to bed yourself, silently thanking the universe you’d already cleaned up the kitchen.
#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller fluff#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#pre outbreak!joel#joel miller imagine#joel miller fluff crusade
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COMFORT WITH JOOTS!!! (I'm still trying to figure out the other one I said I'd make so here to hold you off;)
You haven't been doing well recently, your parents have been neglecting you more then they already do, and your family aren't any help either. You can't tell anyone how you feel because you fear they'll look at you differently. Everyone fears being seen and weird or too emotional for how they feel in a certain moment so they don't speak up and deal with it. Today it's just been worse. Teachers on your ass because school is ending soon and you're still missing some assignments, students saying stuff to you because one little thing about you is "weird" to them or they don't like it, your homework has been piling up and you can't focus. You're stressed, over worked, overwhelmed. You know you're going to hit your breaking point soon. You just want that love, that sweet love that your boyfriend gives. He's not usually lovey with you but he'll be a bit softer when he knows you need it. He's been out though, who knows where he went. You haven't seen him in a few weeks.
Here you are now, in your room, your assignments on the floor, you sheets a mess, you look like you've hit the breaking point. It's a mess in your room. Staring up at the ceiling tears swelling in your eyes. All you want is to hear someone say they love you. You need that comfort. You haven't heard those words since you were a kid, you're 17 now almost 18 how can you not crave to hear those words? How could you not crave that approval that came so easily as a kid. Then, you hear it. The small rocks hit your window. It's him. Jotaro.
You get up and open your window he's already climbed the tree, looking at you. Who knows how he did that, his arms in a cast. "Are you good, you look a mess?" He says softly to you climbing through your window into your room. Staring up at him, he has a few healing scars, some more apparent then other. "You're asking me if I'm okay? Do you not see yourself?" Your voice is filled with worry for him. All he does is smile faintly down at you "I'm fine." He sits down with you on your bed taking in your aura, that feeling he gets only ever with you and he appreciates it. Every second he values. He wants to hug you tightly and tell you what happened on his trip to Egypt but now isn't the time. He can't even talk about it yet.. all he can do is enjoy the time he's spending with you. "So what's up with you, your rooms a mess and you look..stressed." he's not usually one to pick at things but something in his gut is telling him to ask. "School is..dumb. it's stressing me out more than it already does and I can't take it" you sigh as you speak laying back onto your bed.
He follows in suit. Looking at you with a soft face, his stone cold expression replaced with this one. It's more gentle, kind, caring. "Want me to help?" He asks, he may not have the best grades himself but if he wanted to he could easily lifts those grades up into much higher ones A's and B's for sure. He makes sure he's at least passing. "No it's fine.." you look away thinking for a second, soon speaking up again "I know this is really..weird but can you..." You pause taking a deep breath. He can tell what you're going to say is either super important or something you desperately desire. "..can you look me in the eyes and say I love you?" Your voice is soft as you speak to jotaro. He doesn't look at you differently, he doesn't laugh, he has the same facial expression and he nods.
"I love you" he doesn't hesitate when he speak to you. It comes straight from his heart and soul. "Okay..again" you look at him "I love you." His voice is the same, he doesn't raise his voice but each time he says it, it feels more loving. More affectionate as it goes on. "Again.." your voice cracks it's not too noticable but it's still clear that you might cry soon. "I love you" he smiles softly at you, it's a bigger smile then the one he gave you when he came into your room. "Again.." you feel your heart warm up, you're sure you might cry soon. "I love you." Jotaro wants to add more but he's not sure if he should. "A..again.." tears swell in your eyes as you speak now. He hugs you, pulling you onto of him, jotaro on his back and you on his chest.
"I love you. More then anything I've ever loved." His voice is soft and quiet, hands tangling in your hair playing with it "I.." tears rolling down your eyes. You feel all your stress finally letting go and allowing you to cry. You grip his shirt as you sob into his chest. Jotaro doesn't push you away or say anything, he lets you cry playing with your hair and rubbing your back. This calms you down and you start to feel sleepy after crying for a few minutes. "If you sleep on me I'm not gonna be able to leave.." he says in a whisper "so..?" You reply. Jotaro laughs lightly and continues to play with your hair. "Night" his words are the last words you hear before falling asleep.
Jotaro kujo is your safe space.
#jjba jotaro#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba x reader#jotaro kujo#jotaro x reader#jjba stardust crusaders#jotaro is down bad#comfort#fluff#jotaro fluff#jojo jotaro#jotaro x y/n#soft jotaro
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nightmares - jotaro kujo
jjba;; stardust crusaders
Waking up in the middle of the night to incoherent mumbling and the consecutive shifting from your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo wasn’t an outlandish experience for you.
Things like these were frequent for the both of you. As just because DIO had been brung to his demise-- it didn’t mean that the grueling and cruel fight against the ancient vampire didn’t leave a scar in your stoic boyfriends mind.
The fifty day trip to Egypt had been something everyone who made it out alive dreaded to discuss. As remembering even the good memories only brought along the bad one’s. And the bad memories only brought a sense of guilt to those of you who survived,--you included.
Just the thought that it could’ve been any of you that would’ve died that day.. you had just been lucky enough to make it out with a few surface wounds. While others hadn’t gotten so lucky.
And while you hadn’t really interchanged punches with DIO yourself, Jotaro did. It’s why on nights like these, you let him be vulnerable.
Your hands grabbing at him from under the comforter as you tried to shake him awake without startling him much. Your eyes stayed glued to his face as the dried tear streaks only made your heart sink, knowing how much these nightmares affected him made you feel for him.
Not only because you knew what he was going through, but because you genuinely loved him.
You didn’t want to see him suffer like this because all you truly desire is to see him happy and content. You didn’t want him to stay traumatized like this for any longer, and if you could somehow make it all magically disappear-- you would do it in a heartbeat.
But alas, all you can really do is nurture him, love him, care for him. “Jojo.. Jojo,” so you call his nickname out in an attempt to wake him from his suffering. Fingers lightly pressing into his arm as you try again.
“Joj.. Jotaro, please wake up..” you attempt once again as you hear a light gasp leave his lips. His eyes shoot open in desperation as Star Platinum materializes from behind him.
Jotaro’s body flings itself to sit up, his head swishing around in each and every direction as he tries to find what you can only presume is an enemy of some sort. You don’t allow him to look any longer as you squeeze his upper arm, his head snapping to look at you in terror.
Yet the look of fear fades from his eyes once he realizes who you are, this soon leads to him sighing out of relief. Star Platinum retreats itself back into Jotaro as you give him a small frown.
He looks at you before frowning back, his eyebrows scrunching together. “Another nightmare.. right?” he asks despite already knowing the answer, yet you still give him a small nod in return.
Jotaro let’s his head fall into his hand, his figure slouching over as he runs his other hand through his raven colored locks.
You know he’s clearly frustrated, so you gently pat his back. Your hand tracing soothing patterns into his back as you go to remove his hand from his face, grabbing it as you allow him to intertwine your fingers between his own.
“It’ll be alright..” you speak in an attempt to soothe the suffering man, “you’re gonna be okay, I’m here for you.”
Those words seemed to somewhat calm him down as he stares over at you. His eyes don’t dare to meet your own. You have always been aware of the fact that Jotaro had difficulty expressing his emotions, or speaking out about what he wants.
So you don’t bother to ask him a thing. Your body seemingly moving on it’s own as you release his hand from your grasp. This allowed both of your arms to wrap around the back of his neck as you pull him down to your level, placing a tender kiss to his cheek as he leans into your touch.
You feel one of his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. “I..” he goes to speak, yet nothing really seems to form. “Shh.. you don’t need to talk, just allow me to stay with you..” you effectively shush him as you start to slowly retreat onto your backside.
Bringing him down with you, his head falling onto your chest as he curls against your side like a scared child. The normally brave and heroic Jotaro Kujo had faded into a traumatized and scared boy.
And you allowed him to stay like that for the rest of the night-- in your embrace as you slowly tried to pick him up, piece by piece.
This was far from being his last nightmare, and you both knew that. But no matter how long it took, you were willing to stay by his side.
unedited
published: 01.28.23
this was obviously a bit rushed, so apologies if he’s ooc.. i’ll fix it later.
#jjba#jojo no kimyō na bōken#jojo's bizarre adventure#stardust crusaders#jjba part 3#jjba stardust crusaders#jjba oneshot#jotaro cujoh#jotaro kujo#jotaro x reader#jotaro kujo x reader#jotaro x you#jotaro x y/n#jotaro kujo x you#jotaro kujo x y/n#star platinum#fluff#angsty#x reader#stand users#post cannon
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I need some Lee Jotaro in my life. He's so grumpy and needs to show his smile more often
As of writing this, I'm rewatching JJBA Part 3 and I just have a NEED for Polnareff and Kakyoin tickling the living daylights out of Jotaro- so here we are :D I hope you like it anon!
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“He’s quiet today.”
“He’s never been that talkative.”
“Yeah but he’s like, really quiet.
“You make a good point…”
Jotaro was quiet today. Not much for words, he at least made it a point to ask questions or give the old man some snark. Today though, he barely had the energy to do more than hum and nod; something that clearly threw off his hotel roommates.
“He’s not even glaring at us- wait, nevermind. He’s glaring now.”
“Oo, he looks mad! Think we’re the cause?”
“Of course we are- he’s looking straight at us- oh, he looked away.”
“Maybe it’s a Jostar thing-”
“Would you two shut the hell up?” He snapped, his patience thinning. “You’re annoying as hell!”
Kakyoin and Polareff seemed to be shocked by the sudden remark. Then they grinned, relieved almost. “He’s talking again!” The redhead cheered.
“Fantastique! Good for us!” The Frenchman agreed, performing his go- to handshake with the other. Jotaro sank further in his window seat, turning away with a low groan. It was times like this he wished he bunked with Avdol or the old man.
Of course, Grandpa Joseph never shut up, and Advol snored loudly. It was a lose lose either way.
“Oh, he’s mad again.” Kakyoin pointed out, shushing the pair as they stared at the Jostar before them. “Jojo, talk to us! What’s going on?”
“I told you already; you’re annoying.” He turned so his back was to them, leaning into the stiff cushions with a huff.
“I think not, monsieur. You were already like this when we got here.” Polnareff pointed out, getting up and walking over to the other. “Something on your mind?”
Jotaro responded by pulling his hat over his eyes, blocking the other out.
“Jotarooo~”
A one finger salute was what Polnareff got in return.
“Gah! My heart! You’ve wounded me!” Polnareff gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he was actually struck. Doing a little twirl, he flopped unceremoniously across the younger man, half trapping him with his weight. “I’m not going to make it! Tell my wife I love her!”
“Get the hell off me! You don’t even have a wife!” Jotaro growled, trying to shove the other off. In his position however, combined with Polnareff’s dead weight, it proved near impossible. “Go lay on Kakyoin if you need a warm body to cuddle, you bastard!”
“Pfft, such a potty mouth!” The older man laughed, quickly trading positions as he took a seat on Jotaro’s hips, pushing the other on his back and squeezing at his ribs. “Back home, our Mère would threaten to wash our mouths out with soap if we even dared to mutter such words! Fortunately for you, I hate the taste of soap and wouldn’t put anyone else through it.”
“Polnareff!” The brunette seemed to stiffen up and squirm at once, jerkily grabbing at the Frenchman’s wrists as he simultaneously tried wiggling away, his seemingly permanent frown twitching against his set jaw. “St-Stop that! A-Ass! Fu-fuck off!”
“Oo, he’s big mad now!” kakyoin, who had been watching from the sidelines in glee, quickly got to his feet and ran over, sliding in to get at the base of Jotaro’s neck. “Come on Jojo- cheer up! Don’t be so grumpy!”
Well great- now he had two idiots tickling him! Jotaro was already struggling with Polarneff’s insistent fingers against the base of his ribs, and now he had Kakyoin going for that awful spot along his birthmark. He refused to give in! Screw these jackasses-
“Gehahahahah! Fuuhuhuhuck, nohohohoho!”
“Found it!” Polnareff laughed, his fingers pressing into the center rack of his ribcage, bringing forth an onslaught of giggles from the younger crusader. “There we are, now that wasn’t so hard to do, was it, Jotaro?”
“Look, he’s laughing! He’s laughing!” Kakyoin gloated, seemingly dazzled as he carried on massaging that terrible spot along his friend’s neck. “Jojo, you sound so cute!”
“The absolute cutest! A coochie coochie coo! A coochie coochie coo!”
“Shihihihiihiht! Fuhuhuhuhck! Aheahhahahhaha! Pohohoohohon! Kahahahhaaki! Enoohohoohohugh!” He was sure he was going to die. Between the Frenchman’s teasing tone to Kakyoin’s quick fingers, he was certain death was upon him. Forget Dio’s henchman; betrayal by two of the crusaders was his fate.
Just as he given up hope, a mutiny had begun.
“EEK!” Kakyoin squeaked with a yelp when Silver Charot’s sword poked his side, jabbing rapidly into his waist. “AHehahahahaha! Pohohoohohnareheheheehf! Whhahhat are yohohohou dohohohoihng?”
“Sorry Kakyoin; but I do believe we’ve tickled Jotaro far enough.” Grinning cheekily, he gave Jotaro’s hat a gentle knock before changing targets, lunging at the giggly redhead before him. “Now we get to tickle you!”
“Wahahait, whahahait-EHAHAH NOT THE LEHEHEHGS!”
As this went on, Jotaro let out a low, tired groan, pulling his hat over his face to hide the burning blush staining his cheeks. He was gonna kill those idiots-
Beside him, Kakyoin let out a dolphin-like shriek that sent Polnareff over the edge, the Frenchman collapsing half on top of him as he laughed himself silly. Kakyoin was losing it just as hard, half heartedly punching at the other man’s shoulder as he struggled to real in his goofy giggles. Jotaro felt any previous anger melt away near instantly, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled his hat further down his face.
Fine, he wouldn’t kill them. Not today anyway.
Thanks for reading!
#JJBA#stardust crusaders#tickle#tickle fic#fluff#jotaro kujo#jean pierre polnareff#noriaki kakyoin#snuck some lee!Kak there in the end hehe#the boys being silly
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