#okuyasu oneshot

[linkemon]

Crazy, noisy, bizzare town (Higashikata Jōsuke x Reader)

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ], ʜɪɢᴀꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴊᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴᴅꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ 90ꜱ. ɪ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ.

Mori-Mori-Mori-Mori Morioh Cho Radio! This is your favourite neighbour Kai Harada! It's going to be a beautiful, sunny morning. Remember to bring hats and a bottle of water. I wish everyone a tasty coffee accompanied by the best songs from the top of playlists. We'll see you again in an hour. The topic of the day will be the mysterious disappearances of dogs. Stay with us!

Yoshikage Kira stretched. Satisfied, he reached for a cup of dark brown liquid. He took a sip of the pleasantly hot liquid. It burned his tongue a little but that's what he loved. He glanced at the clock. He still had a few minutes to go. As a decent office worker, he did not allow himself to be late.

He thought about what he heard on the radio. Undoubtedly, some stand user has just attracted attention. He smiled happily. This will only distract any attention from him. It was going to be another great day.

— Come on, honey — he said caressingly.

He grabbed a delicate hand, twisted his nose at the rotten stench. The hand was almost completely dead. He sprayed it with flower spray, grabbed his briefcase and left. He will have to find a new woman. But that could wait. Leaning out at this point could end badly. So he went to the office, hugging his beloved.

***

[Reader] rushed out the school door, clutching her bag tightly. She almost hit a young middle school student. She waited impatiently for the bell to ring and then she was detained after class. No matter how hard she tried, she was fifteen minutes late.

The heat in Morioh was becoming unbearable. The stronger the sun shone, the more tourists came. And that meant ice cream prices were going up. Recently, she and boys found a place where they could get them quite cheaply. In the afternoon, the best ones were often already sold out. Therefore, it was necessary to run as fast as possible.

— [Reader], what's taking you so long? — Okuyasu kicked a pebble impatiently.

— Were you attacked by an enemy stand? — Kōichi looked at her. — Just a moment and we would go looking for you.

— I'm fine. — She waved her hand dismissively. — It's all Kūjō-san's fault.

Higashikata smiled widely when he saw her. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He was slightly confused, as he always was when she showed him affection in public places. Immediately afterwards, however, he eagerly grabbed her hand and they headed towards the store.

— But what does Mr. Kūjō have to do with you being late? — Nijimura never thought too fast.

The only time he really shined was in fights. Apart from them, he couldn't be expected to handle something his brother always did for him. Now that he had only his father left, he had to rely on his friends. The girl sometimes wondered how he would cope without them.

However, JoJo immediately understood what she meant. He sighed softly and muttered the customary: Yare yare greato daze. He didn't like the situation they were in either. They couldn't do anything with it. As usual, it all came down to Yoshikage Kira and the danger hanging in the air.

— I was late because Shizuka-san asked me to set her up with Jōsuke. You have no idea how difficult it was to get her off. All because your uncle — she pointed an accusing finger at her boyfriend — forbade us to show anyone that we were together.

— I'd rather not hide it either — he admitted — but I guess we don't have a choice.

— You aren't hiding now. — Okuyasu scratched his head thoughtfully.

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

— Because he was only talking about school, so technically we're not breaking the ban at all — [Reader] blurted out.

She high-fived her 'partner in crime'. They had always shared a clever way of dealing with life's awkward situations. Lately, it had come in handy more often than they would have liked.

The heat pouring from the sky was becoming more and more noticeable. She was glad to be walking on the side of the sidewalk where the trees sheltered her. On the right, JoJo was blocking the sun. With his height, he created a perfect shadow the entire way.

When they saw the store, they rushed towards it. There was a nice cool air conditioning coming from inside. For a moment they just stood and breathed in the beneficial, cold air.

— Who pays today? — Hirose asked the usual question.

The three of them turned their eyes towards Higashikata. It was his turn.

— I don't have money anymore. — He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

— You've just won the lottery! What did you spend that money on? — The short friend looked at him in disbelief.

— My mother froze my account until I was an adult — he sighed.

One million six hundred and sixty-six thousand and six hundred and sixty-six yen had been floating around in his head for two weeks. It was useless to follow Shigechi across half the city. When he finally got the check, Tomoko said she wouldn't let him spend that much money. So he said goodbye to the vision of luxury.

— Fortunately, my father can't take my money. — Nijimura laughed and went inside with Kōichi.

The building was tiny. Four people couldn't fit in it. Maybe that's why the prices are so low. It's also possible that the old man behind the counter simply didn't know much about business.

The girl leaned against the building. There was no one on the street. Most people were at work at this time. Tourists marched to the beach, and school students returned home.

A quiet footstep broke the undisturbed silence. She glanced at the direction it was coming from. A tiny dog ​​was running across the road. Luckily for it, there were no cars. It had a red collar that jingled softly with every step. The white chihuahua moved its paws as fast as it could.

It was only after a while that she noticed the owner chasing him. The breathless woman stopped in front of her. She recognized her as a distant neighbour. She was holding the leash. The hair on her head was already starting to turn gray. By wearing a pencil skirt and high boots, she doomed herself to failure. In such an outfit, she had no chance of catching the animal.

— Have you seen my dog? — she asked, then described his appearance.

JoJo nodded.

— It ran through here a moment ago. — He pointed in the direction.

— How did she get up so quickly? Where did he get so much strength from? — she muttered.

[Reader] exchanged a knowing look with Jōsuke. It wasn't right to leave her in need. There went the quiet afternoon.

— We might help you look for her? — she suggested.

— It would be great. Her name is Kiki. — She left her phone number and then ran away.

They had quite a run in the heat before them.

***

The girl sent Butterfly ahead. Sometimes she wished she could, like her boyfriend, just punch the enemy. The group of butterflies was great for searching and tracking. However, it could not replace the brutal strength that even Star Platinum had at its disposal. The Joestar family always said that power is only as good as its user. Yet throwing a colourful insect at someone could only disgust them. The only advantage was the distance at which she could control the stand. Fifty meters usually happened with self-controlled entities.

When she finally managed to pick up the trail, she followed him with Higashikata. The other two separated fifteen minutes ago, hoping to find Kiki on the other side of the intersection. They didn't want to waste time. Especially since the whole thing smelled strongly of mysterious disappearances of animals from the area. They called Mr. Kūjō from a nearby payphone to let him know how things were going, and went deeper into the forest.

At first the route looked promising. The wide, beaten path through the trees looked familiar. Sometimes they went for walks here. However, the further they went, the more they had to stray from the well-traveled trail. The soft ground was covered with green needles and moss. The trees cast ominous shadows among the low bushes. They grew more and more densely. The couple stopped running. It became impossible. They responded to every sound of a breaking branch or slight breeze with readiness to attack.

That's why they lost the dog again. She must have gotten far enough away that the butterflies couldn't see her. They came back and started circling around the owner.

So they continued heading in the direction Kiki had been heading before. Morioh is a small town. They should be able to walk through the forest within an hour and come out on the other side. As long as they don't get lost.

— Did you hear that? — [Reader] stopped for the first time in a long time.

She sincerely hoped her ears weren't deceiving her. The rustling of the leaves seemed to increase.

JoJo didn't answer. Slowly and quietly he looked around. He summoned Crazy Diamond and waited.

Butterfly flew forward and stopped nearby. A boar was roaming under one of the spreading trees. For a moment it seemed to be looking for food. It snorted quietly and put its snout to the ground. But when it raised its fangs, it turned towards the travelers. It was as if it had been looking for them all along.

— Back away slowly — she whispered, trying to get out of the boar's way.

But it didn't help. A war cry announced a murderous charge. Several dozen kilograms rushed towards them.

Jōsuke spotted a tree with low-growing branches. Without thinking, he started climbing, aided by his stand. [Reader] wasn't doing that well. The bark tore her fingers until they bled. She mentally cursed her stupid uniform skirt. That's why she was doing so poorly. The boy grabbed her hand just in time. Just after she had safely grabbed onto the thick trunk, the boar hit the wood. Splinters fell. The world staggered slightly for a moment.

— Crazy Diamond!

A purple fist met a brown snout. One attack wasn't enough. Slightly stunned, the animal turned and charged again. Higashikata waited for it to run up and then rained down a barrage of blows on it. It was moments like these that he regretted that his range was only two meters. He had to go lower, risking a close encounter with the fangs.

The tired, battered boar finally gave up. With its tail between its legs, it limped as far away as he could.

— Do you think they are under protection?

— Is that really what you're worried about now? — [Reader] laughed in disbelief.

— I don't have money for a fine. — He rubbed his temple thoughtfully.

Suddenly something white flashed in the bushes.

— Over there! — she shouted, pointing in the direction.

She clumsily slid down the tree and ran towards where she saw movement. She stepped straight into the mud almost immediately. Or at least that's what she preferred to think. She didn't want to assume the worst. Brown, smelly goo stuck to the shoe. Wiping the nasty stuff in the letter didn't do much good. She cursed quietly under her breath.

At least she finally found it.

— There you are, Kiki. — She slowly extended her hand towards her.

The Chihuahua tentatively sniffed her fingers. She nuzzled her trustingly. Satisfied, she took her in her arms. JoJo shouted something but she didn't hear him. She immediately felt a terrible pain in her ear. Blood flooded her eye. Instinctively she reached out her hand towards it. The red liquid was flowing at an alarming rate. Only then did she realize that the dog had bitten her.

— You damn…— She didn't finish the sentence.

The little enemy attacked the ankle. She didn't look down. She was afraid that she would throw up her breakfast at the sight of flesh.

Jōsuke caught Kiki struggling and healed her wounds with Crazy Diamond. However, the momentary peace did not last long. They saw a man in strange fur. Immediately afterwards, a snake rushed towards the boy with stunning speed. He managed to catch it but the two deadly fangs left tiny red wounds. It hurt. He knew he didn't have much time. He squeezed the reptile tightly. The stand user had no choice. He separated himself and stood before them. Higashikata held him by the throat to be sure. Enough that he couldn't move. However, this caused the animal to slip away and crawl away into the trees.

— Don't hurt me! — the enemy squeaked thinly. — You need me. Only I ca-ca-can bring him back. Without the antidote, you'll die from the v-v-venom — he stammered.

JoJo frowned. He always did this when he was worried. This didn't happen often. But now he wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't heal himself. This was the biggest drawback to his power. He had to endure every injury like a normal person.

— We don't need you at all — [Reader] said in a firm voice. — You didn't notice but I chased you to the edge of the forest.

The opponent looked back in panic.

— I also sent butterflies to find Kūjō-san. He'll be here in a minute and it's only ten minutes to the hospital. We'll make it. — She smiled defiantly.

— It can't be... you mean you did it when I was a wild boar? — His eyes widened.

— I'm the one asking the questions here. Who are you? Did Kira's father send you here? — [Reader] stuck her finger into his chest.

— My name is Ka-Ka-Kameko Hiroto — he sobbed. — Yoshihiro-san said I can do whatever I want. He called me a coward because I refused to kill people. I was too a-a-afraid.

The girl looked at him more closely. She seemed to recognize him from somewhere. However, the brown hair, small blue eyes and plain face brought no answer. In Morioh you knew almost everyone, unless they were tourists. The coat attracted the most attention. It consisted of fur pieces. Brown, black, white and gray. Dotted and spotted. They created a strange composition. The longer she looked, the more she felt sick. This is where all the missing dogs from Morioh were. He wore them as hideous clothes.

Hiroto had loved 'One Hundred and One Dalmatians' since he was a child. Every evening, his mother took a worn-out book from the shelf. There were also many others on the bookcase but she read this one to him every day. Otherwise, he simply wouldn't fall asleep. He knew the words by heart. He could recite them at every moment. Any time of day and night.

When he grew up, he started breeding fur ferrets. He studied hard, so he was accepted as an employee in a well-known and respected company. All this to look like Cruella De Vil, his idol. He wanted to create his own coat. Even if it couldn't be with white and black dots. However, it turned out that it was not that simple. He only managed to steal one piece of leather. The business was looked after with the greatest caution. He was fired pretty quickly for financial losses and animal abuse.

Bitter and angry, he moved to Morioh. The small, quiet town was supposed to give him peace. Here, where no one knew him, he decided to forget about his dream. He blended in with the crowd, toiling at the grocery store around the corner. He also rented a tiny apartment and found a fiancée. So he lived a normal life. Until fate gave him a chance — a stand that allowed him to take on the role of animals and control them. Desire overshadowed reason.

— Mercy! — he howled.

Kameko felt salty drops running down his face. Snot was coming out of his nose. He couldn't even wipe it off. He felt terrible. Until now, he had managed to reconcile his passion with the life of an average person. He was so close to achieving his goal and finishing the outfit he dreamed of. He hated the two people in front of him. He sincerely hoped they would die. If not now, then later, at the hands of the city's best assassin.

For a moment he wanted to beg for mercy again. After all, even if that little shit was bluffing, they were almost out of the forest. They outnumbered him. The situation is terrible. But through his tears, he saw his chance. It was floating a few meters away. He could barely contain the smile that spread across his lips.

— Loosen your grip! I'm choking! — he wheezed as hard as he could.

He knew it would work. He met JoJo once in a store. He was actually a soft man. Not like his creepy uncle. The only problem with him was that he never allowed you to owe a yen. He found this type of customer particularly annoying. It wouldn't save them if he let go sometimes. Because of it, he had to go to other cashiers. The brat probably had plenty of money anyway. After all, he was constantly buying hair care lotions. All the sprays and gels must have been quite an expense. Hiroto always thought it made no sense. The customer looked strange. He was wasting money.

— Just no tricks! — the boy warned him.

Kameko reached out with his mind towards a butterfly flying alone. Fate favored him by giving him this opportunity.

— Wild Animal! — He recalled his stand. — Bye, losers! Higashikata, someone must have hit you over the head once because you're a gullible idiot with a crap haircut! — He felt like he was on cloud nine shouting it.

Although he knew that he would not avoid abandoning Morioh but it was better than death. He will start over, somewhere far away. He will fly towards the blue sky and that's all they will see.

To his surprise, however, nothing happened. He should feel connected to his animal. Meanwhile, he was still stuck in Crazy Diamond's iron grip.

The girl held out her hand. The insect calmly sat on it.

— I had a feeling you might want to do that. Did you really think I would let any animal stay around? — The swallowtail butterfly flapped its wings. — I separated that butterfly from the group and changed its species while you weren't looking. You cannot bond with it because it is not a living organism. — She snapped her fingers. — Jōsuke, tell him something.

She saw that he wanted this very much. The Joestar family never left an opponent without a word. She found it funny but she didn't question the habits.

They had to hurry. The venom was slowly taking its toll. Beads of sweat ran down the back of his neck. His legs were starting to tremble slightly.

— First of all, you disrespected my girlfriend. — He pointed an accusing finger at him. — Secondly, you insulted my hair. This is unforgivable!

Crazy Diamond with a joyful Dora dora dora plunged his fist into Hiroto's face. There were screams, protests and pleas for help. However, they were of no use. After damaging his hair, Higashikata became extremely irritable. Blood was shed. It looked like it wouldn't end with a few broken teeth and a terribly bruised cheek.

However, he was interrupted by a quiet but firm voice:

— Yare yare daze.

In front of him, wearing his favourite hat, stood Mr. Kūjō. As always, he handled the situation with stoic calm. He didn't look happy.

JoJo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. It's true that he has to explain why he and [Reader] are together, since classes have ended a long time ago. However, he will deal with this later. The snake deprived him of his strength. He was barely holding himself together. After all, he could leave everything in the hands of others. He pushed his opponent into a tree. His head was now inside the trunk and his back was sticking out. Immediately after that, his strength left him and he fell to the ground.

Okuyasu and Hirose were the last to arrive. They panicked when they saw their friend's condition. They offered to watch the bastard until the Speedwagon Foundation took him over. They had no doubt that the Star Platinum user would be better able to transport the patient to Budogaoka Hospital. They also called Kiki's owner.

[Reader] shuffled after the older man.

— Don't look at me like that. It's embarrassing — she muttered.

She still couldn't understand how he was so different from the boy he carried on his back. It was hard to read anything in his eyes. No emotions.

— Good job — he said quietly.

She smiled. You couldn't count on more from him.

— But will we still get the lecture? — she asked.

There was a slight chance that they would get away with it. She allowed herself to dream.

— Yare yare daze.

— So we're screwed. — Resigned, she left the forest.

She looked up. The sun was already setting on the horizon. Purple mixed with pink, orange and yellow. The colours painted a beautiful picture. The heat of the day slowly faded away. A light sea breeze blew invitingly. Tourists covered in sand were returning from the beach. They gave her curious glances but said nothing. But the neighbours picked her up faster than she would have liked to tend to her remaining wounds. She had to leave her boyfriend in the hands of her uncle. However, she had no doubt that they would soon be able to spend a quiet afternoon with their friends. She was going to get the ice cream on sale no matter what.

Still, it was a good day in a crazy, noisy, bizzare town.

***

Landmarks in Morioh:

No. 31 — Haunted Forest — Locals claim that dangerous animals live there. There is also a Tree Spirit roaming around there. Sometimes on hot summer afternoons you can hear his desperate screams and calls for help.

[gyrospizzamozzarella]

HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the duwang gang would prefer!

josuke

he is DEFINITELY a watermelon guy. he is so silly and he just gives off the sweet watermelony vibes.

okuyasu

blue raspberry. i am right. he just is that kind of person.

koichi

i feel like cherry is a more sophisticated flavor and koichi is for sure the most mature one out of the group. it just suits him.

rohan

green apple. need i say more?

yukako

she is a grape gal. i feel like she is so unhinged to the point where she looks at something that is grape flavored and says, “yeah…that tastes good.” /hj (she is still an icon though dw)

mikitaka

orange. he is just such a silly little guy like that. (catching mikitaka eating something OTHER than tissues and probably windex is really rare but i feel like he would love citrus. it probably resembles the taste of the clorox wipes he eats /j)

OKAY THATS ALL THANK YOU<3

[gemwolfz]

i really do need to write frog fanfiction. it would be funny i think

[phantom-clock]

do you have any jjba fic recs? :]

oh, i have been waiting for this question. I have so many recs.

·Starting off with: STARDUST CRUSADERS (mainly Jotakak, sorry lmao)

"You'll see what you want to see" by CassTheCringe on AO3 - I love love love this one! It's essentially just a really in character interaction between the team, very short and fun. I have to add though, there is quite a bit of foreshadowing for their inevitable fates which is gut wrenching. 4k words.

"He's bad news but i'm no better" by on AO3 - This. this right here. This is somehow PEAK jotakak despite being a gen fic, not intended to be slash. It's insane. This is an AU fic in which kakyoin arrives at the prison to kill jotaro before he has a chance to meet joseph and avdol. After various events, they proceed to leave to egypt together, kakyoin still sporting his fleshbud, and jotaro STILL convinced his stand is an evil spirit. It's great. 80.6k words. Jotakak? arguably? technically platonic?

"In the wrath of dawn" a collection by minamimaru on AO3 - Not sure how to describe this one, but it's a three parter in which kakyoin deals with having been conditioned to fear sunlight by Dio when he lived within his mansion. Interesting idea, good execution. Total word count of 9.3k. Jotakak.

"stand by me" a collection by SourisWriter on AO3 - This one is fluff! It handles stand sentience, which is a concept i adore. In the words of the author: "Stand By Me is series exploring how Star Platinum's and Hierophant Green's unique actions intersect with the steadily evolving relationship between Jotaro and Kakyoin." Total word count of 12k. Jotakak.

"Creep" by Rigmaroler on AO3 - A fun and short oneshot partially told from the perspective of jotaro and kakyoin's classmates after they return from Cairo. Just them being inexplicably odd. 3k words. Jotakak.

"Facets" by Cosmic_dandelion on AO3 - Probably one of my favorite explorations of jotaro and kakyoin's relationship. A 5+1 fic in which jotaro tries to learn more about kakyoin after the yellow temperance fight. I also really like this author's take on kakyoin! 20k words. Jotakak. Background Avpol.

"It'll have to do" by CassTheCringe on AO3 - Kakyoin's scarf rips and he's bitchy about it. While still being in character. It's impressive on the writer's part. Jotaro mends it during the night. this CAN be read as either slash or gen, but i'll be tagging the ship anyway. 4k words. Jotakak.

·Now: DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE (there are definitely not as many fics here as i'd like there to be, especially not about the main gang, but i haven't been able to find much yet. might add to this later.)

"Walk with me/Try again" by CasstheCringe on AO3 - Warning for heavy themes. Read the tags. This one is genuinely incredible, this is a genuine hard recommend from me, it is so good. The summary, in the author's own words: "Part 4 AU where Kakyoin is alive but at a cost. As he figures out how to pay that cost, he tries to help wrangle the Morioh kids while also trying not to strangle Jotaro (it'd be nice if they could also learn how to communicate again too, but Kakyoin attempts to be realistic)." Jotaro and Kakyoin are NOT on good term in this one. 218k words. Pre jotakak.

"Caught somewhere in time" by ilikedolphins (nuinsli) on AO3 - Time loop fic centered around Jotaro. It's interesting. 14.5k words.

"Homebound" by Crowned_Ladybug on AO3 - This is very much found family, in which okuyas believes he has no family, until he finds out he does. Also, trans Okuyasu which is neat. Mainly just a character study, but i like it a lot. 3k words. Josuyasu. background jotakak. (in the author's own words, they refuse to write part 4 without kakyoin lmao)

"The Best-laid Plans" by deuil on AO3 - An insanely fun oneshot in which josuke really wants to see what jotaro's hiding under his hat. 4k words.

·Next up: GOLDEN WIND/VENTO AUREO

"Call it selfishness, call it fate" by BlueWonder on AO3 - Starting off incredibly strong with what may be genuinely my favorite fic for all of part 5. Warnings for heavy angst! read the tags! This is a time loop fic, my favorite trope, in which GER gives Giorno a second, third, fourth... chance to save his friends. It's great. Hard recommend. 24k words.

"Passione speedrun any percent (world record)" by nihilego on AO3 - I know you've already read this, but it's so good i wanted to leave this here for anyone who stumbles upon this list lmao. Essentially, a retelling of golden wind except giorno is the only one in the bucci gang with a stand. It's great. 17.8k words. Fugio. Bruabba.

"To love someone is firstly to confess: I am prepared to be devastated by you." a collection by heartstone on AO3 - In which Giorno is taken in by his savior as a child. 10.8k words.

"Riempire il vuoto" by ThisLittleViolet on AO3 - Probably my favorite Dhampir Giorno fic on ao3. Narancia is hit by an enemy stand that can starve someone to death in hours, the catch? this stand can be passed on to someone else if the one affected consents to it. Giorno is hesitant to take it. I think you can see where this goes. (also, interesting tidbit, the story occurs from Fugo's POV, which is fun). 13k words.

"Baby i'm a star" by DairyFarmer on AO3 - Okay. Gonna get this out of the way first. This does has a little bit of giomis. Which i'm personally not a fan of. But the rest of the fic is so good that i'll let it slide. This one is told from Bruno's point of view. Basically, giorno used GER to go back to where it all began and change things himself. Meanwhile, Bruno, as an outsider, is just ??? at the new boss that seems to favor so much for no apparent reason. 9.4k words. Giomis. (regrettably)

"Unbiased opinion/a boss who cares" by Melon_noodle_boi on AO3 - a fun fic in which, during an inspection on a passione team, giorno gets mistaken as a new recruit. He takes advantage of this to get n honest reading on how they work. It's fun. Great use of OCs . 19k words. Maybe giomis, not really, can be read as platonic thankfully.

"Blood is thicker" by JustAnotherFool on AO3 - Your basic dhampir Giorno reveal fic, still really good though. 9.5k words.

"Boys will be bugs" by sunflowergiorno on AO3 - "5 times Giorno Giovanna talks about bugs with the other members of Bucci's gang, and the ways he teaches his teammates to appreciate them--and is appreciated himself." This is a relationship study, and i really enjoyed it! 10k words.

"Weep, and you weep alone" by bagelistyping on AO3 - In which Giorno gets affected by a stand that causes time to stretch out and feel impossibly slow when the affected party is alone. Whump. 4.4k words.

"In the blood" by RainHarmonia on AO3 - Giorno thought he was just sick, turns out he's a dhampir. 3.8k words.

"Where is my mind?" by Balimaria on AO3 - Giorno is affected by a stand that brings out the deppest, most animalistic parts in people. Which kind of sucks when your dad was a vampire. 6.6k words.

·Finally: MISCELLANEOUS FICS THAT I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH OF FOR THEIR OWN SECTION

"Cards of fate" by RedThistle on AO3 - alright, i'm going to need you to trust me on this one. It's a JJBA x MCU crossover. It's a fun and simple 5+1 fic in which various mcu characters meet jjba characters and are just ??? about stands. It's great. Trust me. 6.9k words. Subtle josuyasu.

"Jojo's Bizarre engagement" by Mikomikono on AO3 - Your typical fake relationship fic, but make it caejose! The writing is fun, and the author definitely has the characters down. I still haven't finished this one, but it's great so far! 125k words. Caejose. Obviously.

[professor-pato]

HIHI!! I rlly like ur writing, and I've been wanting to request u for a lil while!!! Would you do a Josuke x reader confession hcs/oneshot? Its alright if you don't want to, just take care of urself 💕💕

hello anon!! tysm! jsyk, you can request at any time!! feel free to send stuff in whenever you’d like! <3 btw, i went with josuke being the one confessing if that’s alright w u!

-JOSUKE X READER (CONFESSION: DRABBLE)-

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josuke wasn’t usually the anxious type. far from it, actually. josuke was pretty much known for his confidence, both in style and attitude.

but today, though, he couldn’t shake his nerves. a tight ball of nervousness had sank into the pits if his stomach as he leaned against the outer walls of the school, feigning non-chalance as he waited for you to exit with the wave of students heading home for the day. as he picked out your voice among the herd of highschoolers pouring out of the doors, he looked away in an attempt to pretend like he hadn’t positioned himself at the exits like this on purpose (it really wasn’t working).

“oh-oh hey, y/n!” he raises his hand in a half wave to catch your attention, mentally berating himself at the way his words caught on each other.

“hey josuke! you’re out way earlier than usual.” you point out, having been friends with him long enough to realize that he tends to leave school later than most (on accounts of screwing around with okuyasu, for sure.)

“i am? oh, uh- i mean, yeah, i guess i am!” he catches his mistake quickly enough, but his obvious attempts to stall prompt a quirked eyebrow from you.

“is something up?” you ask, and josuke gulps hard. here goes nothing..

“i.. i wrote something for you!” he says, sticking out a lavender envelope with your name written on it in pen. the second you look up, josuke is gone. poor guy got too scared.

open opening the envelope, you realize that it contains a letter written on patterned stationary.

“dear y/n,

hey! it’s josuke!

i was really nervous to talk to you in person, so koichi suggested i write you a letter! koichi’s a smart guy, so.. here’s a letter!

i like you a lot, y/n. i mean, obviously, because we’re friends, but i like you. like that. i totally get it if you’re not into me that way, but.. i still want to invite you to tonio’s on friday after school, if that’s alright.

love,

josuke :)”

now you have something to look forward to, you think.

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[brainrotpot]

⤜♡ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ♡⤛

Hello! I am Gear, I am 20, and this is my writing blog. I primarily plan to write smut, but I will occasionally write fluff too.

DNI:

PROSHIPPERS, DREAMSMP STANS, MINORS, LOLI/SHOTACONS

Here is my masterlist! My requests are: closed!

⇀What I Will Write:

Smut

NonCon

DubCon

A/B/O (also known as Omegaverse)

Fluff

Platonic stuff

DISCLAIMER: Yes, I will write about terrible shit but I do not like the terrible shit that happens IRL.

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I am a gay transmasc dude, so my horny/romantic posts 99% of the time will be about men. I'd prefer not writing smuts for women (feels awkward bc i am not attracted to them) but I am not eliminating it off of the table.

⇁What I Will Not Write:

Incest+ Stepcest (I also block these posts/users on sight)

NSFW of minor/minor coded characters (please read my characters I won't write for list)

Scat/Shit

Watersports/piss

Vomit/basically any bodily fluid that isn't blood or cum

Minor x adult ships

Here is my list of characters I won't be writing for.

↬MY FANDOMS:

Team Fortress 2

JJBA Parts 4-6

Trigun Stampede

Pokemon SWSH/SV

Fire Force

Genshin

Honkai Star Rail

Stardew Valley

These are not all of them, but the ones I will probably be writing the most for.

↬ MY FAVES:

Genshin:

Baizhu, Beidou, Bennett, Chongyun, Diluc, Heizou, Freminet, Furina, Kaveh, Shinobu, Layla, Lyney, Neuvillette, Kokomi, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley

HSR:

Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Hanya, Jingyuan, Lynx, March 7th, Misha, Sampo Koski, Silver Wolf, Topaz, Xueyi

JJBA:

Kira, Reimi, Rohan, Mikitaka, Okuyasu, Tonio, Yukako,

literally the main cast, Diavolo, Melone

literally the main cast again, Donatello, Pucci

PKMN:

SWSH: Allister, Avery ,Bede ,Gordie ,Leon, Marnie, Piers, Raihan, Rose

SV: Arven, Dendra, Grusha, Hassel, Jacq, Larry, Oretaga, Rika

FF:

Arthur, Benimaru, Joker, Shinra, Takeru, VIKTOR, Vulcan

Stardew:

Elliott, Penny, Sam, Shane, Sebastian

I currently do not have any consistent schedule planned! I also plan to mainly do oneshots, no long stories. Have fun reading!

If you're interested in following my main it is @mistergear! I typically post there more often but do note I can go days without posts

[agsbf]

Faça um pedido (JJBA) + Masterlist

Aqui nesse blog você irá encontrar:

Au(s)

Fluff

Angústia

Platônico e romântico

X leitora (Desculpe, não escrevo para leitores masculinos.)

Oneshots (com algumas exceções)

Headcanons, fanfics e misto

Conteúdo yandere (Não com tanta frequência)

Infelizmente não posso oferecer:

Oc x Canon

Canon x Canon

NSFW

MASTERLIST: DEATH NO MORE:

Fique à vontade para solicitar uma fanfic dos seguintes personagens:

Tendência a porradaria:

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Karls

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Suzie Q

Stardust Crusaders:

Jotaro Kujo

Noriaki Kakyoin

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Joseph Joestar (Pt 3)

Muhammad Avdol (escrevo Abdul)

Telence D'Arby

Daniel D'Arby

Mariah

N'doul

Oingo e Boingo (Platônico para o segundo)

Chaka

Iggy (Platônico):

O diamante é intakavel:

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijimura

Keicho Nijimura

Jotaro Kujo (Pt 4)

Mikitaka Hazekura

Yukako Yamagishi

Toshikazo Hazamada

Tonio trussardi

Toyohiro Kaneidachi

Masazo Kinoto

Rohan Kishibe

Vento Aureo:

Giorno Giovanna

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbacchio

Narancia Chirga

Guido Mista

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

Polnareff (pt 5)

La Squadra [Todos os membros (inclusive Pesci), juntos ou separados, porém Sorbet e Gelato não entram na lista]

Stone Ocean:

Jolyne Cujoh

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Narciso Anasui

Jotaro Kujo (pt 6)

Gwess

Johngalli A.

Só para esclarecer:

Caso esteja lendo esse post no futuro, é provável que tenha percebido que alguns personagens não são permitidos as solicitações, porém há fanfics minhas; isso é pelo fato de eu considerá-los difíceis de interpretar e escrever algo sobre em determinados cenários. Todavia não se desespere pequena gafanhota, confira minha masterlist (sujeita a adição constante de personagens.) para ver se já leu todos os conteúdos de seus personagens favoritos.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Anime/Game Characters x reader oneshots and Headcanons (mostly gender neutral)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3y7lDza

by LiamOwada

Words: 16960, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danganronpa, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Jjba - Fandom, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Sally Face - Fandom, Naruto, ddlc, haikyuu, Haikyuu!, Akudama Drive (Anime), anime - Fandom, Video Games - Fandom, Darwin's Game (Anime), Banana Fish (Anime & Manga), Life is Strange (Video Game), Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, 未来日記 | Mirai Nikki | Future Diary, mirai nikki, Yakuza Goes Houseman

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Kuwata Leon/Reader, Nijimura Okuyasu/Reader, Ishimaru Kiyotaka/Reader, Iruma Miu/Reader, Ghiaccio (JoJo)/Reader, Joestar Joseph/reader, Kakyoin Noriaki/Reader, Tanaka Gundham/Reader, Larry Johnson/Reader, Shorter Wong/Reader, Fujisaki Chihiro/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Lemon, Smut, Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3y7lDza

[gio-is-writing]

Saviour

Platonic Okuyasu x fem! Reader, hinted Josuke x fem! Reader

Gio writing anything but her request at this point, BUT this has been an idea in my head for MONTHS but I finally wrote it! I see having a friendship with your S/O’s friends really wholesome so we have a cute friend okuyasu being badass, we love to see it. I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: harrassing, some strong languaje, some violence and sausage octopuses

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(Y/N) locked her house front door and shoved her keys into her bag before walking her way to school. It was a normal occurrence for Japanese students to walk to and from school every day, some alone, some along with friends or even couples holding hands in the early morning. And that’s how normal mornings went with (Y/N), holding hands with Josuke on their way to school and sometimes even accompanied by his two best friends. 

But this morning wasn’t like most, Josuke called her last night to tell her he was sorry he wouldn’t make it to school tomorrow since he had some family businesses to attend. (Y/N) reassured him that she would be fine and thanked him for the notice. 

As (Y/N) walked along the sidewalk hearing the chipping of the birds she started to think back about her beloved boyfriend. They had been dating for just a couple months and she was still amazed on her ‘luck’ (or so she called it) to be dating such a cute and charming young man. (Y/N) had always been someone that didn’t really attract attention, the shy and quiet type for most people but even then, she got the famous delinquent attention. Crashing by accident outside of school she apologized profusely while he repeated ‘It’s alright!’ and Josuke being the ever flirty didn’t miss the opportunity, but (Y/N) shy nature made her try to get away as fast as possible. Meeting again on the school hallways the teenager was quick to recognize her and attempt on having a conversation with her over random topics, this continued for a few months until he finally confessed the growing feelings he had for (Y/N) who was already head over hills for him by then. 

But dating Josuke came with some new experiences as well, like unwanted attention from other female students that were after his heart ‘before her’ that never missed the opportunity to throw her nasty looks or the seniors who were also delinquents but would never square up to Josuke himself. Now, her boyfriend was always with her around school so these people were rarely a problem to her but again, today wasn’t like most days.

As she rounded the corner, she almost crashed face first into the chest of a senior. She stepped back in shock and bowed her head right away, apologizing. There stood three 3rd year students who smirked down at her, they were tall, not as much as Josuke or his friend Okuyasu but still as menacing as any delinquent around town. 

“What a surprise to see you alone cutie” the one that she almost crashed into spoke

“Yeah, where’s your precious boyfriend today huh?” said another

(Y/N) took a few steps back but they only seemed to get closer with smirks on their faces, she gulped as she hugged her bag into her chest. She was surrounded and it was as if Morioh was deserted at this hour, no one walked by and if being honest, its not like anyone would intervene anyway.

“I- I’m sorry, I need to get to class” as she tried to dodge and rush past them a heavy hand was placed on her shoulder pulling her back.

“Not so fast sweetheart” the third student slid his hand from her shoulder to her upped arm and tightened his hold there “No respect for your seniors?”

She visibly cringed at that, only Josuke called her sweetheart and hearing it from any man but him made her want to run away as fast as she could but the tightening grip her arm kept her in place.

“Please let me go” she said barely over a whisper, anxiety rising and trying her best not to tear up in fear.

“Now now, isn’t a little hot to wear a sweater?” the first guy tried to pull at the neck of her sweater but she flinched. Mornings were crisp when the sun was barely rising but as the sun got higher in the sky it started to get considerably warmer.

“Come on, you can take it off we don’t bite” reaching for her again and laughing among themselves she involuntarily whined, the grip on her arm persistent as they closed in on her

“What the fuck are you doing?” another voice spoke. It wasn’t the voice of her boyfriend but it was a voice that still comforted her in that moment.

“We are just having a little fun man” the one holding her laughed without looking at the owner of this new voice.

“Let go of her before I punch your teeth in, asshole” with the threat the students looked up to see Okuyasu standing just a few feet away, grip on his schoolbag tight from anger.

“Who do you think you a-“ Before another word could be said, the senior flew back from the force of Okuyasu’s punch. The others stepped back in shock and (Y/N) was quick to step behind her boyfriend’s friend. 

“What the-“ the one gripping his bleeding nose looked up again, the younger delinquent grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him up, close to his face.

“You bother (Y/N) again and I’ll make you bleed in more places than your nose, I don’t care who you are” Okuyasu said loud enough for the others to hear as well and letting go they scurried away like bugs.

(Y/N) stood there, eyes still glossy and hands shaking from the whole ordeal. Okuyasu turned back to her offering a friendly smile. She wasn’t exactly close to Josuke’s friends and the interactions she had with Okuyasu and Koichi were limited to when Josuke was around since he was the one pulling them all together but she always had a good laugh when joining them around.

“Hey (Y/N), are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he placed his arm over her shoulders as he started walking towards the school again.

“I-“ she stuttered as she adjusted her sweater “I’m okay, thank you Okuyasu” 

“No need to thank me!” he beamed “I don’t want anyone bothering any of my friends”

(Y/N) smiled shyly as that. She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to have a lot of conversations with her boyfriend’s friends but to hear him say she was his friend and not only his friend’s girlfriend made her happy.

“Hey Okuyasu, since Josuke is not coming to class today, would you like to have lunch together? I brought some extra food” Okuyasu’s eyes widened but so did his smile 

“I would love to (Y/N)!” he almost screamed “Say, do you have any of those sausage octopus?”

“Of course, they are my favorite!”

“What?! No way, Mine too!”

[beneathashadytree]

CHANCES - OKUYASU NIJIMURA X READER

Warnings : a few curse words, talk of low self-esteem, just wholesome teenage crushes, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff!

Word count : 1.6K words

Synopsis : After a disastrous first date, Okuyasu wants the ground to swallow him whole.

Requests : Are closed for the time being, but will be opened soon!

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Okuyasu wanted nothing more than to break down and cry---the only thing currently stopping him was the fact that he knew he must've made an already-terrible impression and shouldn't sully it even more.

It shouldn't have gone that way. His first date should never have been classified as an utter disaster, given just how damn excited he was to have even managed to get it in the first place... and yet here he was, gnawing on his lip anxiously, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest---and not in the usual adoring way it always did around his crush; no, the kind of way where he wants to throw up and just cry his eyes out.

After all, it had been a long and winding road before he could get to this place. He'd been not-so-secretly pining for them for longer than should've even been tolerable, keeping his overflowing emotions hidden in the deepest part of his heart for a multitude of reasons: the first being that rejection was almost definite, considering just how little he owned and how little he was and just how much he wasn't and lacked, and---come the near-impossibility that he wasn't brutally pushed away in disgust---fear of coming off too strong that he'd scare them away.

Yet somehow, by some sort of miracle (he could swear that he had a guardian angel looking out for him), his crush had shyly given him a brilliant smile, a look of unmistakable excitement on their face as they had accepted his blurted confession and invitation out for dinner. Their response had completely stunned him, and it almost felt like a fever dream the days leading up to their eventual meet-up at Tonio's.

Okuyasu had even dressed up in his finest shirt and pants, wanting to show just how much effort he was putting into this, with even a small bouquet in hand of flowers that he could barely afford. All of which were thoughtful gestures---had the weather not ruined everything.

On his way to pick them up from their place, the motorcycle he'd borrowed broke down, leaving him with no option but to park it to the side and resort to walking there---and that was when the downpour of rain had started. In all honesty, it wouldn't have been too terrible if he'd stuck to walking under awnings only, but the houses on their street hadn't a single shelter to provide for passers-by.

Thoroughly soaked to the bone within mere seconds, the icky feeling of his wet shirt sticking to his skin had him fiddling with the material, and in doing so, he'd accidentally slammed right into a lamppost, ending up with a bruised shoulder, a fair bunch of  scrapes, and the flowers all broken and half-dead. He'd never wished that he had Josuke's stand ability, but he sure as hell wished Shining Diamond was his at that moment.

He'd shown up at their door, pompadour slicked down to his face and a tight smile on his lips, but despite that, they hadn't expressed more than the initial surprise, before asking him over and over if he was still okay with continuing the date in that weather---and he'd insisted things were going fine, a half-lie that turned into a complete one when his date broke the soul of their shoe as they tripped over a protruding sewer cover in the road, resulting in them ruining their sharp attire that clearly must've taken them a long while to prepare.

As if things couldn't take a matter for the worse, Tonio had shown his disgruntlement when they pushed the doors open, wet as dogs and probably looking like a pair of ragamuffins. Though the Italian hadn't said anything (perhaps Okuyasu's face betrayed just how terribly he would take any words given to him at the moment), his look was enough to cause his date to shift awkwardly in their half-broken shoes, looking more sheepish than anything as they wobbled up to their designated table.

Hoping to salvage the date in any way possible, he'd tried to engage in small talk, which had indeed lit up their beautiful eyes, soon developing into fully-fledged conversations. Though Okuyasu knew his voice had always been coarse, they had sweetly smiled at him and listened as though it were the sweetest honey over silk, and he'd had wistful hopes that perhaps he'd managed to make this date a tolerable one---hopes that were instantly destroyed the moment his overenthusiasm while talking had led to him accidentally stabbing his dish just a little too hard and causing it to shatter into pieces.

They had jumped a little at the sight and sound of both the breakage and Tonio's extensive scolding, but things got miles worse when Okuyasu decided in a panic to use The Hand to completely eradicate the shards' existence, and he had no idea how to explain the sudden disappearance to his gaping date who sat there unblinking at the clean---and now bare---tablecloth. If it hadn't been for the chef snapping at him and scolding him for his carelessness, in turn distracting his date who tried to console him, he wouldn't have been able to avoid immensely messy explanations.

Though they'd tried to reassure him that things were fine after his plate had been replaced, Okuyasu's mood had certainly been too dampened to even give them more than a gloomy hum, feeling his throat clog up.

That feeling only got worse as he carefully walked them down the street, hobbling and trying to avoid the puddles left behind after the rain had stopped. He couldn't articulate; couldn't find the right words to say after such a disastrous day out. More than sure that he'd ruined his only chance with the person he'd grown to be so enamored by and had been watching nervously from afar for so long, he chose to stay silent instead, and avoid any further embarrassment.

"Okuyasu?" they gently called out to him, pulling him from his thoughts and causing him to look at them standing in front of their front door, "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt somewhere else and are just hiding it, did you?"

"Oh," he paused in his steps, shaking his head, "No. Thank you for asking."

They clicked their tongue, before glancing at him once again, taking in his ruffled form, "Something's on your mind. Have I done something to upset you?"

"No!" he instantly cried out, turning his head so fast he nearly got whiplash, "You've done absolutely nothing wrong, I promise you."

"Then what's wrong?" they asked, a small and even adorable frown on their face, "You haven't said much since dinner, if anything at all."

"I just," he inhaled sharply, clenching his fists as he came to a stop, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke up, his voice slightly wavering while mustering the courage, "I only had one shot, and I blew it. I know I don't have much in me to be able to keep you around after a shitty first date that you probably hated more than any other day in your life," he swallowed thickly, feeling himself tear up at his words, "You probably hate me, and I honestly can't blame you for it. There wasn't a single good thing about today, which really sucks because," he breathed out a wobbly mocking laugh, his nails digging into his palms as he did, "Goddamn, do I like you a lot. And now you---mph!"

His eyes flew wide open, shock causing him to still in his place as they silenced him with a kiss. It barely lasted a few seconds, and it was as chaste and innocent as he'd ever dreamed, but the moments their lips met, he near damn melted. He could see, in how their eyes were scrunched up in concentration, and in how their palms rested on his scarred cheeks, how much thought they'd put into this heartachingly warm action.

And when they pulled away, he was positive he looked as starstruck as he felt.

"I like you a hell lot too," they smiled, even though their cheeks were a little flushed, "I don't care about what you can offer me or any of that crap. All I care about is who you are and how you treat me," the shrugged, gently clasping his fisted hands in theirs, "So what if we've had a few accidents here and there today? It's fine, because I got to spend it with you. We'll get endless chances to redo it till we get it right."

He could swear his breathing halted.

"Wait, what? You---I, what?" spluttering as his eyes grew involuntarily hopeful, "You mean... you want to go out with me again? Me?"

"Yes, Oku," they laughed, squeezing his hands affectionately as they dropped the nickname that had his heart beating furiously in his chest, "Next time though, I'll be the one asking you out, okay?"

Finding it increasingly difficult to speak up after hearing such comforting words, Okuyasu nodded, feeling his heart swell in his chest, almost disbelieving that he'd ever be this lucky, and he barely choked out the nervous words, repeating himself over and over again in an endearing way that had his crush grinning up at him with a red face, "Yeah, definitely! Sure, I... of course. Can't wait."

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[droolingoverfanfics]

Nap Confessions

 JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Part 4, Diamond is Unbreakable 

Pairing: Okuyasu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: ~1k

Warnings: Mentioning of death

It is one of these days when you didn't have anything to do, so you decide to tag along with your friends and hang out at Josuke's place, which you all do on a regular basis anyway. You sit on the couch next to Okuyasu, who is absorbed in watching Josuke playing his usual video game and failing hard at the same level over and over again. “Oi, Josuke! You should let me try it!”, Okuyasu suggests, grinning wildly and almost falling off the couch. You quickly grab his arm to prevent him from doing so. “Careful, Okuyasu”, you warn him mildly and smile at him. He looks at you, blushing, but quickly directs his attention towards the monitor in front of the three of you, while Josuke reluctantly hands him his controller.

After a few rounds of failing harder than Josuke, Okuyasu gets up and sighs in defeat, “I give up.” He lets himself fall down next to you and pouts, which makes you blush. You have a crush on him for quite some time now and hopefully he doesn't realize it, since he always acts brotherly towards you. “Next time you get them, Okuyasu”, you try to cheer him up with a bright smile and a slight pink tinting you cheeks. Now it is his turn to blush and with that he turns away and faces forward, continuing to watch Josuke fail. You occasional glance over to Okuyasu, smiling to yourself, but making a silent note that he looked rather tired. He must have slept very bad the last days, you think to yourself.

“I am going to grab something to drink, want anything?”, Josuke asks after a while and pauses his game. You snap out of your thoughts and nod, “Yes, some water would be nice.” He gets up and doesn't even wait for an answer from Okuyasu, since the boy is on the verge of falling asleep. You look after Josuke and then direct your attention towards the almost sleeping boy next to you. He looks extremely exhausted. As on cue, Okuyasu slowly starts drifting off the couch. You quickly catch him and gently lay him on your lap, in hopes of not waking him up, since he really deserves some peaceful sleep.

You hear some muffled noises coming from the kitchen and soon Josuke emerges trough the door, slightly surprised by the sight that is offered to him. You motion him to be quiet and grab the glass of water he offers you. He shakes it off and sits down on his usual spot in front of the television, resuming his game. You watch him play in silence, but get startled when he speaks after a while, “You know, you should just tell him how you feel. This way, it would be easier for the both of you.”

“I don't want to make things harder for him. I want to wait, until things have settled down a bit. His brother's death was only recently, I want to be there for Okuyasu as a friend and don't want to risk our friendship by confessing to him and possibly getting rejected”, you calmly explain and start to stroke Okuyasu's hair.

Josuke sighs and pauses his game. With one swift motion he turns around and faces you, “Do you think he would be this close to you, if he didn't feel anything towards you? He only talks about you when you are not around, (Y/N). You would help him, if you just confessed your feelings.”  You looked from Josuke down to Okuyasu's sleeping form, resting on your lap, and sigh.

“When the time is right”, you finish this conversation, not wanting to talk about it any more and Josuke continues his game.

You sit there for a while in silence and watch over Okuyasu, when he stirs and slowly wakes up. “A-ah, good. You are up. It's getting quite late and I have some homework to do that is due to tomorrow”, you stutter and quickly look away, blushing madly and trying to cover the fact that you were watching him these past minutes. Okuyasu sits up straight and stretches, looking around rather confused. “Whoa, I feel like I've slept for weeks”, he explains, “but yes, we can go. I will bring you home.”

Josuke once again has to pause his game, in order to bring the both of you to the door and say your goodbyes. You leave with Okuyasu, since you live close together and walk in an uncomfortable silence, which doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.

“You know, I might be a bit stupid sometimes, but what you said earlier was really touching”, he then says out off nowhere. You immediately stop dead in your tracks and stare at him, panic written all over your face. “W-what do you mean?”, you try to brush it off. Okuyasu turns around and smiles at you, “When you confessed your feelings for me.” The panic you felt at first mixes with disbelief. He was awake the whole time? “How much.. how much did you hear?”, you stammer.

“More than enough”, he admits smirking and scratches his head, ”as honourable as your actions may be, I don't think I can't hold myself back long enough, knowing your true feelings towards me.” With each word he comes one step closer towards you, until your noses are almost touching each other. Then, he looks deep into your eyes. “What do you mean?”, you ask, but it comes out as a weak whisper, especially when he nervously tucks away a strand of your (h/c) hair.

Only seconds later you feel his soft lips press against yours and don't know how to react at first, but then slowly kiss him back and put your arms around his neck. It is a sweet and gentle kiss, with a huge meaning for both of you. After what feels like an eternity you part and smile up at him. “My first kiss..”, you trail off. “And it was because you confessed to me while I was taking a nap”, he jokes and takes your hand, “so is this the right time?” You start laughing and punch him lightly on his shoulder.

“I really like you, Okuyasu”, you say with red cheeks and a loving smile.

“And I really like you, (Y/N)”, Okuyasu answers smiling, while tears of happiness stream down his cheeks.

[ayatakami]

Hi ! Can I please get a Okuyasu with a very good looking male s/o, like josuke he has so many fans lol so it makes Oku insecure and thinks his s/o deserves someone more attractive ? Fluff One shot if its ok 👌

𝓞𝓴𝓾𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓾 𝔁 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮!𝓢/𝓞

The cheers of several high school girls made its way into your ears. "Who do you wanna bet that's for?" You nudged Josuke with your elbow. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "(💙)!" They all shouted, grabbing your arm and trying to get your attention. You let out a chuckle then tried to calm down the raging crowd. Unbeknownst to you, however, your boyfriend Okuyasu had fallen back behind everyone else. He understood why you had all the attention on you. Just like Josuke, you were quite attractive to other people. But it bothered him immensely how they always separated you from him just to gawk at you. 'Come on, you're better than this.' Okuyasu shrugged off the negative feelings and caught up with the rest of his friends. "Oi, Oku, where's (💙)?" Josuke inquired. "He's kind of busy. I'm sure he'll catch up soon!" The rest of the group continued on their way to the main entrance of the school.

Currently, the bell had already rung for the first period to start. The empty seat in front of him stirred his nerves. "💙?" The teacher called out for attendance. Josuke and Okuyasu exchanged a glance. Josuke shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'I'm not sure.' The door to the classroom suddenly slammed open revealing you panting. "I'm here! I'm sorry!" You bowed your head while you apologized, then you sat down. "I'll let it slide this one time." The teacher replied and then continued with the rollcall. You turned around in your chair to get a glance at your boyfriend, who currently had his head resting on the desk. "Oi, Oku." You whispered to him. He turned his head to the side and glanced up at you. Digging through your bookbag, you took out a video game case which is why you were late, to begin with. "I got your favorite game!" You beamed at him. Okuyasu sat up immediately and looked shocked. "Where did you get this? It's not even out yet!" He took the game that you handed to him. "Well-" "Certainly I don't hear two students interrupting my lesson, do I?" The teacher disrupted you. You laughed nervously as the whole class laughed at you two. With your index finger and thumb, you traced over your own lips as if to zip them close while smiling at Okuyasu. He grinned back at your antics.

Before you knew, the school was over for the day. "💙!" Glancing ahead, you saw Okuyasu and the rest of your group at the gate waiting for you. He was waving to you frantically. You give him a small wave as you make your way to them. "💙!" Your body tensed up hearing the girls behind you. It was such a pain to escape them earlier, how could you evade them now? One of them latched onto your arm and started tugging on it. Once the rest of them joined, they began asking several questions. In your peripheral vision, you saw Oku's face drop down in what seemed to be a disappointment. You apologized and excused yourself to the girls and you chased after your boyfriend. He currently walked behind everyone else, mentally beating himself up. 'Maybe (💙) would be with someone else. Preferably someone just as attractive as him. Unlike me, no one really pays attention to me.' Okuyasu kicked a can down the road to let out some of his frustration. "Oku!" You finally managed to catch up to him and you grabbed onto his uniform sleeve. He raised an eyebrow up at you as you bent over to catch your breath. "Do you want to come over and try out the new game?" That's all you had to say for the negative thoughts to escape from his mind. Okuyasu's face lit up, you intertwined your hands together and made your way to your home.

Kicking off your shoes, Oku followed you in a familiar route to your bedroom. "Start it up whenever." You spoke to him as he sat on the floor in front of your television. "I'm going to grab some snacks for us real quick." You bent over and placed a kiss on the top of his head which caused the color to flourish on his face. He looked around your room when you left, at all of the posters you had, to the several blankets on your bed, all in a tangled mess. You soon returned with a tray of various snacks plus two of your favorite drinks. Taking a seat on the floor next to him, you placed the items in front of you two. "💙?" You hummed in response. "Do you ever feel like...you want to be with someone else?" The innocent question brought butterflies to your stomach. "Why would you say that?" You place your hand over his. "I dunno, I just think you would be happy with someone who looks as nice as you..." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. You smiled and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I don't want to be with anyone else."

[mistaeq]

new jojo's bizarre adventures blog 🌸

my name is dora, i'm from italy and i'm a new writing blog about jjba ^_^ i'm pretty new to tumblr, but i have enough experience to feel comfortable enough with my writing. i hope you'll like my works and i also hope to start as soon as possible.

my requests are already open, and i have posted my writing rules.

thank you all in advance <3

[jjbamommies]

Josuke x Reader (P1)

“Are you excited for the dance?” Yukako asked you impatiently, a big smile was upon her face. You shook your head at her, knowing she was soon about to rant about Koichi to you. “Before you say anything, we should go to the mall and buy some dresses.” You said avoiding the chatter of her boyfriend. “(Y/N)-chan! You’re right! Let’s go right now!” She grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the park to the nearest gown shop in Morioh. Walking down main street arms linked together, Yukako and you were window shopping at all the small shops you passed. “Wait (Y/N)..” Yukako said, making you stop with her. “Hmm? Did you find a dress you liked?” You asked her. “Do you even have a date?” She said covering her mouth in shock. You were a bit taken back realizing that you didn’t have a date. And yet here you were, planning for an amazing time with your best friend and your “supposed” date. “N-No I guess I don’t.” You spoke as you both sat on a bench. “Well, it’s not like no one wants to be your date. A lot of boys asked you out, and you *did* reject them all.” She said. You nodded. “I dunno, I wasn’t really feeling any of them.” She nodded in understanding.

“(Y/N)! Yukako!” You both looked over and saw the trio of guys who you always hung out with. Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi. “Koichi!” Yukako shrilled as she ran to him. You giggled and rolled your eyes as Josuke came and sat next to you. “So are you guys dress shopping?” He asked kindly. You smiled warmly at him and nodded. “Yes, it was just something to distract Yukako so she doesn’t kill me of boredom with her rambling.” You whispered to him and he chuckled. You joined in on the laughter. “Wait, why are you looking for a dress? Last I heard, you weren’t going with anyone.” He said with a look of confusion. “Wait, or unless you agreed to someone.” He said quite fast. A look of hurt replaced his confusion. “No no. I haven’t agreed to go with anyone yet.” You said giggling at his feat. “Okay good.” He said smiling and nudging you. You rolled your eyes once again as you playfully slapped his hands away. “(Y/N), We have to get you someone to go to the dance with!” Yukako said suddenly at your side once more. You laughed before stating, “Yeah, but who’s going to take me?” Yukako began naming all the guys in your class off of her fingers as you shook your head at each name she said. “(Y/N)! That’s everyone we know!” Yukako said about to hit you. “Yare yare calm down!” You said putting up your hands defensively. “Not everyone.” Koichi intervened. You both looked over at him waiting for him to continue. “You will have Josuke left since Okuyasu is going to be out of town.” Okuyasu who’s been mainly quiet this entire time shouted, “YEAH!” You giggled. “Well?” You turned your attention over at Josuke who was nervously combing his hair, avoiding your eyes. “(Y-Y/N), will you go to the dance with me?” He said as he sheepishly turned away, a light red dusting his chest. You thought it over. “Sure why not?” You replied giving him a warm smile which he returned. Josuke opened his mouth to say something but Yukako had already grabbed you by the arm, dragging you off to a store to finally buy a dress. “I’ll see you at 8!” You called out to him, waving bye to the trio.

You were currently standing on a small platform in front of several mirrors as Yu-Chan held several dresses she thought were fit for you. The first dress was a light purple, almost lilac colored. It was a two piece one which complemented your hips and hugged your legs. You frowned and shooked your head knowing it would gain a lot of unwanted attention. The next dress was an orange long-sleeved mermaid style dress. It was backless as well. You shook your head once more. “Orange isn’t really my color.” You said as Yukako nodded her head. “Thank god. You’re gorgeous but even I wasn’t sure how you’d pull that offer.” You both laughed and she moved onto the next one. She put a deep blue gown on your figure as you held it for her, seeing if it was right or not. The blue was a pretty color, the dress itself, however, was strapless and had a sash for the waistline; which was covered in small with diamonds varying in sizes. It also traveled up the torso and the bust to a small choker. The skirt of the dress fanned out, but not like a ball gown with layers and layers of fabric. Instead, it was cut at one side which showed your leg and draped over your waist, flowing to the floor. “This one is the one.” You said staring at the mirror in awe. “I agree, that would look killer on you.” She said, then ushered you to the dressing room to try it on while she went in another, wearing the dress she picked out.

You both walked out of the store with bags filled with the main dress and accessories. “We’re so lucky we were able to find such good dresses even though the dance is tomorrow.” You nodded as you leaned over and called for a taxi. “You’re right, and they fit us so well. I'm surprised that we don’t have to get them tailored like usual.” She nodded in agreement as you both got in a cab and made your way home exchanging small talk and plans for the dance and where you’d be getting ready.

As you entered your home, parents at work, your phone dinged. You toss the bag onto your desk as you sat down on your bed, reading it. ‘Josuke: Hey! So about the dance.. (;’ A smile graced your face as you laid down on the bed and replied. ‘What about it? (; lol’ He replied within a few seconds. ‘Josuke: How about, instead of picking you up at 8..’ He said as you waiting for an answer. ‘Yesss…??’ You quickly sent impatiently. ‘Josuke: What if we had a little dinner at Toni’s? (:’ A blush made it’s way to your cheeks as you sat up thinking about it. ‘Like..a date?’ You sent as you got up and stretched. A few minutes have passed as you found your way to the bathroom and began brushing your hair out of boredom. Your phone chimed as an incoming message lit up the screen. ‘Josuke: Hahaha Nah :P’ He said as you slightly frowned. You were about to slide to reply but another message came in. ‘Josuke:...unless... Of course, that would be okay with you..?’ You smiled once more as you replied. ‘Of course (:’

You were awoken by your friend basically breaking down your front door. “(Y/N!! IT’S THE BIG DAY!” Running to the front door before she could make any major damage, you saw the door partially opened, with Yukako squeezed through it as the chain lock was preventing the door from opening any more. “Mind helping me?” She said grinning. “Yeaaaaaaaaah just hold on.” You took out your phone, taking a picture and sending it to Koichi labeling it ‘Come get your man.’ Once you undid the lock, she swung the door wide open, almost off its hinges too. “Yukako, calm down, you’re going to destroy my place.” You said but she ignored you as she grabbed your arm and dragged you to your bedroom, tossing her bag where you were previously asleep. “So quick thing, Koichi wanted us to take professional photos so I won’t be seeing you until 8 at the dance.” She said as she took out her dress, laying it down on the bed. “Oh, that’s alright. Josuke is planning to take me to dinner at Toni’s first.” You said nonchalantly as she did the same with your dress. “WHAT?” She said running over to you and grabbing your shoulders. “(Y/N)! This is a BIG deal!!” You glanced at her confused. “Why?” “Because Josuke is one of the most popular guys in school, and you’d make a perfect couple!” You shook your head and laughed. “Come on! Tell me you don’t like him like that. We’ve all seen how you act around each other. It’s clearer than a day.” You thought about what she said as she put your hair up in a low effort bun then did the same with her hair. “I guess you’re right. He is handsome.” You said resting your cheek on your hand as you thought about the pompadour man.

Once dressed, you let Yukako do your makeup since she had already done hers while you were daydreaming. “Okay, now you look even more gorgeous.!” She said handing you a mirror and you smiled at your reflection. A honk came from outside. “That must be Koichi!” Yukako said excitedly as she grabbed her purse, “I’ll see you at the dance!” She called from the living room as you hear the front door close. Your smile faltered a bit as you realized you were growing anxious for the event. Soon Josuke will be here any minute. ‘Will he like the dress?’ ‘What if he goes for someone else instead?’ ‘Maybe he’s just as nervous as I am.’ A knock at the door quickened your heart beat as you *knew* it was Josuke. “Pardon the intrusion, (Y/N), I’m here, are you ready?” He called from the living room, allowing himself in. You stood up and dusted off your dress as you undid the bun, letting your (h/c) locks frame your face. “Coming!” You said, grabbing the purse Yukako got for you and putting your phone in it.

You entered the living room, smiling at Josuke. “Oh he-” He cut himself off as he went slack-jawed at your appearance. “Is it a bit too much?” You said, brushing your hair with your fingers. “N-NO! I mean No!, You look gorgeous.” He said, earning a blush from you. He extended his arm at to you. “Shall we?” He smiled brightly as his marine eyes were full of admiration. “We shall.” You said returning the smile, linking your arms together.

[b4kuch1n]

two ghosts in Morioh

another day of running around taking care of businesses with my mom. Got some down time in the afternoon and spent it on this. yes Im a fluff writer now. somebody take me out the back

warning for non-plot, terrible poetry (Im serious. Ive never written a poem in english before. its not too nice to the hand), a filler OC thrown in on the spot, lotsa outta-nowhere headcanons, and all else possibly applicable. 

Read on AO3 

Okuyasu finally picked up.

Which was a good thing, because Josuke didn't wanna seem fussy or overbearing. 'twas a lost cause anyway, his mom would tell him, given that he had been anxious ever since he came home from the supposed double date that afternoon, and had walked from one end of the hall to the other over forty time (yes, she counted up until forty), mumbling to himself, hands firmly in his pants' pockets because he knew the moment he stopped holding it tight he would ruin his pomp by running his hand through his hair in frustration. An emotion that he caused to himself, his mom would remind him, because he refused to just walk over to Okuyasu's house and knock.

When the boy in question finally picked up, Josuke was a bit stiff from the draft in the hallway as well as from the tension built up by being stubborn. Okuyasu's voice only just managed to break through.

“Josuke?”

He sounded a bit hoarse. “Yeah, dude, I'm here,” Josuke said. The tension didn't leave him immediately like he hoped. “You didn't come.”

“Fuck, sorry about that. I'm jus'... 'm not in the best mood right now. Didn't wanna ruin it for you guys.”

“Shit, what happened? You okay?” Josuke could hear something fell on the floor with a metallic clunk. “What's that?”

“Oh it's-- 's the paint can. I'm fixin' up big bro's room upstairs. Been meaning to for a while now so... It's.” Okuyasu trailed off.

Josuke felt his shoulders stiffen up a bit more.

“It's some'n to do.”

Josuke bit his lip. After a moment of consciously picking off all traces of anxiety from his manners, he said, calmly, “I'm gonna come over.”

“No, dude, y'don't have to!” Okuyasu immediately barked, with something like panic in his tone. “I'm a bummer right now,” he added, almost sheepishly. “It's dumb, it'll go away on its own. Jus' some'n from the class.”

“Don't even think of it as me coming over to comfort you if that's better.” Josuke had to actively try to stay nonchalant now. “I'm helping with the room fixin'. It's gonna take the rest of the night with just you. That cool?”

He just caught his free hand moving towards his head on its own when Okuyasu sighed and he could hear the paint can being picked up. “Fine. I'm gonna be upstairs, let yaself in when you're over.”

By August 1999, Okuyasu had been sleeping in the guest room downstairs for ten months.

Keicho was a private person, and nobody could blame him at that. No kid would want to leave their toys trailing about when their father was so quick to anger. Keicho had faced so much of that misdirected rage, had put himself between his father and his younger brother so many times, that anything he had that wasn't broken he held on with an almost death grip. His routines, his CD collection, his rules, his own anger. He never learned to let go, and Okuyasu, whom Morioh had given more chances than it ever did his brother, had been feeling something like pity for that, and then guilty for pitying his brother.

He didn't really want to use Keicho's room again, especially when he never got his brother's permission. When Keicho had left balancing the book in Okuyasu's hand, their life became a clash between Okuyasu's fussing about trying to take care of things and Keicho's own rhythm and order, the solution to which that they came up with being that Keicho got the entirety of the second floor to himself. Okuyasu didn't mind – everything was simple with him, really – but after Keicho's death he felt even more out of place in that part of the house.

“It's fine if you wanna seal it off, dude,” Josuke told him one evening when he stayed the night, “you're the one living here. It's not like people know or care about that stuff, either way.” Josuke was smart, but he also believed in courtesy and manners even though he had been subjected to so much of the opposite of that, and it made for a strange kind of trust in humanity. One that was different from Okuyasu's own.

So in the end he decided to only seal Keicho's room. He had been slowly packing everything his brother left behind in the house into small carboard boxes and stashing them in the hallway. He wanted to keep a whole afternoon and evening free just to fix up the room itself, but he didn't think today would be it.

“Yeah, Koichi actually steered me home the moment we were sure you wouldn't show,” Josuke said mid-sweep. “I don't think Yukako mind. Actually I'm pretty sure Yukako doesn't really want me there third wheeling them. Gotta say I was about the same.”

“Sorry for leaving you hangin',” Okuyasu repeated, just as apologetic as when he said it the first time.

“It's not your fault you aren't well, dude,” Josuke stood up straight, free hand in his pocket. “Though a word beforehand would be good. But you were home late from the class, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Goto-sensei holding you up again?”

“Nah, he's nice.” He would be, after Josuke and Okuyasu dragged him out of some serious troubles last month. He was also a nice man in general. Okuyasu thought his writing style really didn't reflect that.

Josuke raised an eyebrow at his answer. Well, Josuke would have a different impression of Mister Goto Azuma, moderately famous novelist, given that the one who had to take a pen in the arm to grab the man (then under a Stand's control) was him and not Okuyasu. That kind of viciousness must keep people wary for a long time. Not to mention the apology gift they got was a place in Goto's ten-hour creative writing course organized by the uni, which was of no use to Josuke, but which Okuyasu snatched right up.

Outside of that event though, Goto-sensei was a mild-mannered, if a bit emotional and wordy person. He had anguish in his heart, sure, but he told Okuyasu once in class, in the tone of someone who was citing their name and age, that he wanted to love everything and anything more than he wanted to wallow in his sadness, so he channeled all of it into his writing and left his personal life free for his other emotions. Okuyasu found that a good way to do things as any.

“I'm gonna trust you on that,” Josuke said after a stretch of silence. Okuyasu grinned. “Anyway, something happened during the writing class then?”

“Yeah-- well, nah, but yeah.” Okuyasu rubbed his hands nervously under Josuke's confused look. “I mean, kinda? Goto-sensei gave us a prompt, and then I wrote something sad, and it bummed me out. 's all.”

Josuke's eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he said, “huh.”

“Yeah, it's dumb. Tolja don't mind it.”

“It's not dumb if it bums you out, dude.” Josuke leaned the broom against the desk and stepped closer to Okuyasu. His pomp looked almost plastic-ish under the buzzing light of the room. Okuyasu blinked when he held his biceps with both his hands. “I like you happy, Okuyasu. We gotta go there somehow, and I'm not a waiting man.”

Okuyasu looked at Josuke, eyes somehow brighter than the light should've made them, hands holding him firm as if willing him to believe. As if that had ever been necessary. He took a deep breath, and broke out in a grin.

“Thought so. You're a musical man.”

“Hell yeah I am.” The grin crept up onto Josuke's face, and he dragged Okuyasu in for a quick hug. “So, what's that piece you wrote today about?”

“I mean, you can read it.”

It must be impossible for Josuke's eyes to grow wider than this. This was maximum wide eye for him. “Really?”

“'s not fine art or some'n, but if you're cool with that, why the hell not. Wait here.”

Josuke waited in Keicho's half-cleaned room while Okuyasu went downstairs to fetch his notebook. Goto-sensei didn't care what his students did with what they wrote after class (“It's yours,” he had said, with passion, “and me telling you what to do with what's inherently yours is against everything I live for. Any experience you have with your own writing is deeply personal and unique, and if that includes setting your drafts on fire and inhaling the smoke, who am I to keep that from you?” He seemed to actually got misty-eyed at that idea.), but Okuyasu liked the man, and he thought keeping the things he wrote in his class in order was a way to show respect to a good teacher. Or it could at least make up for his terrible handwriting.

He flipped through the notebook as he went back upstairs. Man, he wrote more than he thought he did.

“Here,” he handed the notebook – opened to the correct page – to Josuke, who had finished sweeping the room and was bouncing on the balls of his feet in a subdued excitement. Josuke seemed extra careful with his hold on the thing.

“It's a poem?” Okuyasu didn't think that was actually meant to be a question, but he faltered a bit nonetheless.

“It's-- yeah. You aren't into that?”

“Dude, I barely read actual literature no matter what kind, that's not the thing. I'm just... poems are supposed to be even more about emotions than, like, novels and shit, right? I, uh...”

Josuke bit his lip. Okuyasu tried to follow the thread of logic.

“Goto-sensei said our writing is whatever we will it to be. If ya worry this won't be manly and cool, I'm gonna. I'm gonna will it into being for ya.”

“It's not that, dummy.” Josuke smacked him over the head with the notebook. He was smiling again though, so Okuyasu didn't mind. “I just don't think I can get the whole experience without you, like, walking me through it. Since you're the one with the emotions in this poem and all. So can you...”

Okuyasu grabbed the notebook. He looked at Josuke, and then at the words on the page between them, and then tentatively finished that hanging thought. “...recite it for ya?”

“Forget it if it bums you out again, okay?” Josuke held his hands up. “I'm cool either way. I wanna read it properly, sure, but if it's gonna ruin the night for you then forget it.”

Okuyasu stood there with his own notebook in his hand, with his boyfriend, in his brother's room that they were cleaning. He looked at Josuke, and then up at the buzzing light, and then at Keicho's CD collection on the shelf, newly dusted.

Finally he took a deep breath and said, “I'm not gonna hold onto it like that, dude.” And then he took Josuke's hand and said, “Let's come up to the roof for a bit.”

They left Keicho's room behind and went up to the attic, from where they climbed their way awkwardly up onto the Nijimuras' newly re-tiled roof. August was too early to feel chilly at night in Morioh, but there were winds, and the sky was wide open. Okuyasu thought it was a good place as any to give the poem a reading.

They settled on the warm tiles, and then Okuyasu had to stand up to go get a flashlight, and when he came back to the roof Josuke was still there – as if he would go away the moment Okuyasu blinked – the notebook balanced on his thigh.

“Ready,” Josuke said once Okuyasu had sit back down snug next to him, partly as a question and partly as a confirmation of his own status, and Okuyasu nodded.

“Alright.”

Okuyasu had never recited a poem before. His mom was a storyteller when she was alive, but there was a long stretch of time during which her conditions worsened slowly and the occasions lessened until both her and the stories were gone. His dad wasn't a wordy man, not outside of anger and grief. Keicho really would rather have silence than a human voice outside of his own, and again Okuyasu couldn't blame him for that. Or even question it, really, not when Keicho had his CDs and treasured them so. Outside of all that, Okuyasu had also never been good at school. He had other things to do, and the few literature classes he actually sat in for never saw him chosen by a teacher to read anything out loud from the textbook.

So, Okuyasu didn't really know what he was doing, no. But he was also a simple man, and right now it was doing it or not doing it. And Josuke had casted his vote – the only one that counted here and now.

“It's called 1999,” he said, and found his voice a bit raspy. He didn't figure out to clear his throat.

Cigarette butt on the ground

he chose one to pick up

and hold like a torch

Hand over head

Whispers like smoke

flow

1999

numbers he carried

one

in his left pocket

on the pad

along the line

into the waves

it's important, that's what he said

Cigarette butt in the air

His hand red

His eyes red

through them, the sky orange

twilight is for a while,

if statues are the same

1999

replays dissolve

into statics

into waves

away

one

on his lips

I didn't mean it like that,

or was it

I never told him,

or even

I don't think he knows,

that's what he said

Cigarette butt against the sky

futile

1999

variables

one

dissolved into the waves

my name is doubt,

and his I never got

1999

I met two ghosts in Morioh.

They were quiet a long time after that. When Josuke spoke up, he sounded like he just cried a bit. “Dude, that's so fucking sad.”

Okuyasu tried to keep himself from shining the flashlight on Josuke to see if he really had been crying. “For real? I don' even know what it's exactly about anymore. Jus' a buncha, uh, concepts put together randomly.”

“It got emotions into me, alright? So it's good to me, deal with it.”

“It makes you sad!”

“It's good sad though. Like listening to a late artist's album sad.” Josuke threw an arm around Okuyasu's shoulders. “That's how art is.”

“Sure,” Okuyasu harrumphed, but then smiled to himself, just a bit.

The two sat there on the roof well into the night. At one point they found their hands intertwined; Okuyasu let himself lean into the contact, flashlight and notebook laid aside, essentially forgotten. Late night breeze felt like sleep.

“The point of that poem is that I love you,” he said, and let it be.

The hand in his own tightened, and Josuke replied, with all the conviction his being could store, “I know, dude. Love you too.”

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Thank you for answering. To fill your inbox more could I request a oneshot of yoshikage kira finding out he has a daughter who is the same age as josuke (josuke has a crush on her) and she is a powerful stand user?

Hi hi again sorry it took so long, I hope 3.5k words can make up for it. This is literally the longest oneshot I've made. It... Falls of a tiny bit? I'll let guy guys be the judge of that. I've tweaked the story a tiny bit but dw Reader is still a very powerful stand user and I want to be her friend

Don't Stop Me Now!

Notes: Fem!reader/uses fem pronouns, reader and Josuke get into a fight, read through half of this but gave up because I'm tried and just woke up, apologies for any mistakes

"So yer sayin' there's a possibility that freak had a kid?"

"And they're in Morioh right now?!"

Jotaro silently nodded his head. He had been following this mystery for some time now. It had only been two years since the defeat of Yoshikage Kira, and now this. To prove his point further Jotaro dropped some unsent letters and mail he found earlier in Kirs's old vila. The mail had come from the other side of Japan, talking about some affair long ago and the possibilities of her child being his. It didn't seem Kira had ever replied back. He was able to track some of the letters back into the 80's helping concrete the evidence that this child was near Okuyasu's and Koichi's age.

"The newest letter from the woman says her kid was visiting Morioh for the new school year, and she wanted to meet her biological father. It says she's a girl around your ages and looks just like Yoshikage. And if it turns out she is his kid..."

"There's a huge possibility she's a Stand user," Koichi finished.

Jotaro nodded again, "I'm going to be busy trying to track down this girl's mother, maybe get some more clues on Kira's past and maybe even get some hints on which kid is hers. While I'm gone I need you three to stay back here to try and find her yourself."

"Will do!" Okuyasu grinned, hitting his fist into his open palm. Koichi agreed with him, already thinking of what to look out for. They left the older man soon after.

"Do y'think we'll bump into this chick easy if she's a Stand user?" Okuyasu asked his friend.

"Most likely. I mean, we've fought a lot of Stand users in the past because we gravitate towards each other. With our luck we might just even bump into each other without even looking for her!"

"Hmm..." That summer two years ago had the worst of it, but even after that there was some rouge users they had to deal with, Okuyasu still remembered last summer when Jotaro had Koichi leave to Italy because of the bastards. Luckily he came back okay.

"Koichi, I think I have an idea of where we need to look. But first, we gotta find Josuke!"

  

Meanwhile, leaving school in a flourish, students packed into a tight group all left at once from their after school activities. They subtracted from each other, students leaving for home, after school jobs, free time with friends. Only two students peeled away by theirselves, one unaware of the boy following her. She walked down a lonely road without a care in the world.

He followed her into a convenience store. He wasn't sure why. There was no doubt he was looking like a creep. He just wanted to talk! But this girl was so quiet. Often times Josuke found himself doing something stupid just to get closer to her, but he always ended up looking like a fool.

Exhibit A.

Josuke had never gone to this side of Morioh. This was a nice store. Far too orange, but it had a good variety of snacks. Maybe he could give up and buy some before heading home.

"Gah!–"

He had the window of his jacket pulled forward, tripping over his feet as someone threw him into the corner of the store. A hand covered his mouth from letting out another squeak, and Josuke looked down to see you.

Wait! You?!

"Shh, keep it down, I'm not sure if he followed us into the store."

Huh?

Slowly, she took her hand off of his mouth. Josuke was weak enough to notice the faint trace of floral perfume. It smelt good. Was that citrus?

"What are you talking about?"

Confused, she looked him up and down, then at the door, "Huh... To be honest I thought you followed me out of school because you were trying to protect me or something. Or you were too scared to walk home alone..." She shook her head; "You really didn't notice that guy following us after we left school?"

"Well, I know about him now! I'm definitely not leaving you alone with that guy around!"

"Thanks, really, but that's not needed. I can take care of myself" The girl let go of his jacket and instead adverted her attention to the snacks rowing the wall beside her. While she looked asked for his without leaving the snack cakes. Following her, Josuke introduced himself.

"Josuke..." She mumbled under her breath while examining two snack cakes, torn between strawberry cream filling or vanilla. "...Oh yeah, you're the boy all the girls in school seem to be fawning over." . Josuke didn't have the time to answer, as the girl had already decided on vanilla, before skipping over to the drinks and chips. He didn't know what else to do besides follow her around the tiny shop as she filled her arms with snacks and such. Every once in a while she would turn her head around to see Josuke still following her. Even as she made it to the check out, he was still there.

"This isn't necessary," She told him making her way to the exit.

"He could still be out there!" Josuke tried.

They made it outside. The girl looked every way out into the empty road and sidewalk with nothing in sight. "See? Nothing." This time she didn't wait for a response and proceeded to skip away. Except Josuke continued to trail her. The feeling in his gut told him to keep following her. That something wasn't right.

Their walk was relatively quiet apart from the occasional quip from you trying to get Josuke off your back. He'd only fire back with his own ammo.

You broke into your snacks just as clouds began to form, sending the streets into darkness. The weather report didn't say anything about rain, you noted gloomily. You looked over at Josuke, he looked even more miserable.

"Not a fan of the rain?"

"It'll ruin my hair." Josuke sighed.

You grinned a little, "Hm... Maybe if just... left, you wouldn't have to worry about your precious hair getting ruined!"

Josuke finally had it, "Jeez, I'm just trying to help you! There's no reason for you to be so cynical!" His hand grabbed your blazer, making you stop to look at him.

"Cynical? What are you doing that's helping me? You're just following me home like some dog!" Disgusted, you took a single look at his hand and shoved it off your arm. "Take a look around, Higashikata! It's just you, me, and the rain! You can stop trying to play hero!"

His jaws opened, but he was quickly silenced by a single droplet of water.  More came down faster while you stared him down silently. He felt humiliated, not because of you, but because you were right. Feeling that you won, you left Josuke to soak up some of the rain. He watched you leave feeling lost.

"Hey– Wait a second!"

"Jeez, who the hell does that guy think he is?" Still, there was a guilty panging in your gut. Were you too harsh? There wasn't any malicious intent but the guy seriously had to take a hint.

Damnit, I'm supposed to be working on this... I'll never make a single friend if I can't relax.

You cursed yourself, and whispered a tiny apology to your worrying mother across Japan. You'd never been the best with kids your age, "an old soul" your grandfather called you. It was beginning to be clear that was just code for antisocial and awkward as hell. Secretly deep down you hoped you could find that Josuke guy again tomorrow to apologize. Right now you'd need to get out of this rain before you got sick, and your snacks got ruined, too.

Something moved in the corner of your eye. Your heart skipped, you twisted to see if it was the boy you hoped it was, but you weren't so lucky.

The hulking figure behind you was shrouded in a big black hoodie, hood up so you couldn't get a good look at his face. He was bigger than you, all your senses and your gut told you to get out of dodge or fight. But you calmed yourself. Cool. It. Maybe he just needs directions. We can't have a repeat of last time...

"May I help you?" You ask instead.

The man scratched at his brow with one hand, never taking the other out of his pocket, you noticed but didn't say anything about it yet. "Yeah. Y'see, there's a grocery store around the bend. The food's pretty good, but it's expensive. And I don't have the cash."

"Ah..." Seriously? He's looking for handouts? What a moocher! "...Well, sorry but I can't help you out. I don't have anything on me. You should try Owson, it isn't that far away–"

"Nah, I ain't askin'." Your eyes quickly focused on the shining blade he pulled out of his pocket, "You can play pretend all you want, I know you got the money. I don't wanna hurt ya, just be a good girl and give me the wallet."

"Pfft! You think you can intimidate me with that letter opener? Hah!" You giggled some more. Sure, you were acting cocky. But you didn't care. You weren't going to let yourself be bossed around by some asshole. "I'm not giving you shit! So why don't we both turn around and walk our own ways, and I'll pretend this never happened."

The attempted robber's eyes steeled over, the grip on his weapon tightening. You took your own stance; setting your shoulders, bringing your hands into fists. That familiar aura taking a hold of you, heating your blood to it's boiling point. He didn't seem to feel it; no one ever did, really. But it powered you. It gave you a sense of security. You couldn't really describe it, but once this feeling came over you, you felt like you were unstoppable: even with a foe twice your size.

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"Hey! STOP! GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!!"

A burly man in all black charged past Josuke. Confused, the boy twisted to watch him run, thinking nothing of the rush. He turned around just in time to catch a shoe flying past his eyes at mach speed, hitting the guy square between the shoulders, but it did nothing to stop him. Josuke jumped out of the way into a puddle, splashing the sidewalk with water, just in time for you to barrel right through him, another shoe in hand as you screamed. With a smooth move, you picked up your other shoe, getting unlimited ammo to throw at the guy but it did nothing to phase him again. Instinct kicked in, Josuke followed. His long legs gave him an easy opportunity to slide in right next to you. "What's going on?!" He asked over the pelting rain.

"This bastard stole my wallet!" You shrieked, throwing another high brand shoe without a care in the world about the price behind the lable. Quickly, Josuke got to work. He grabbed you by the waste, hauling you into his arms in a deft move. You didn't argue, instead you knew exactly what he was doing. Without the fear of leaving you behind Josuke could run even faster now. He brushed away the rain drops trying to blind him, and he was losing distance between him and his new enemy. But it wasn't enough, your added weight couldn't let him over power the thief just yet.

"Throw me!" You commanded.

"Huh?! Are you insane?!"

"Just do it!"

Josuke couldn't fight back. Biting his lip, and with the power of Crazy Diamond behind it, he was able to chuck you at the guy dressed in black. Except it was over kill, and you went sailing above his head. Josuke watched on in horror, but to you this was the perfect throw. That familiar feeling began to overflow in you again. Josuke could see the red sparks flying off of you. It was like in slow motion. Suspended in midair, you pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the crook, fire sparking from your finger tip, followed by a hot pink fist extending out connect with the man's face. A name escaped your lips:

"‹⟨Ashes to Ashes⟩›!"

An invisible wave of heat and fire traveled through the man's clothes. Josuke watched, frozen now, as his hoodie became dust in the blink of an eye. Neither had no time to think as your Stand's fist immediately followed after your attack, and you plummeted to the concrete ground, just as your thief did as well.

You tumbled, but quickly stabilized yourself. The heat of the moment was gone, your attacker was now unconscious, missing the clothes on the top half of his body, along with most of the hair on his head. Groans of pain could be heard as Josuke leaped over his body to squat down next to your body, offering you a gentle hand to help you back to your feet, that sparkle of amazement hadn't left his eye. "You– You..."

Your grin split across your face. You cheered despite the stinging pain of your broken skin and the gravel stuck to your side, you didn't care. You were victorious.

"That was awesome! We definitely need to do that again!" You gave Josuke a pat on the arm before skipping away. Without his hoodie, your wallet tumbled on to the sidewalk for you to find easy. It was bright pink with a stitched in cat head on both sides (horribly done, Josuke believed you had to do it by hand yourself). It had soaked up some of the rain water, but you deemed the contents good enough.

You turned, Josuke was still staring at you in shock. His body shook. Was it excitement? Confusion? Fear? "You're... You're a Stand user."

"Huh? A what?"

"That thing you just did, that fist that came out of you to punch this guy!"

"You saw that?" You asked bewildered. A new feeling of hope swelled inside of you. And you felt it. That same aura you had, now coming off of Josuke. A new figure appeared, hulking in size compared to it's summoner, wearing steely blue armor, and a helm in the shape of a heart. "You can see him, right?"

Without speaking, you did the same. Letting Josuke see your ghost. It was an angry pink, contrasting the pastel colors of his own, with horns sharing resemblance to pointy ears. Heat came off of it in excess, rain heating up into steam before it even touched it's body.

This boy. He was just like you.

"You called me a "Stand user", right? Is that what this is? Can yours control fire too?"

"No, not fire. But it can punch pretty damn well. I've named him Crazy Diamond. He can also do this," The stand moved towards you. Your own stand fizzled away as it's palm touched your cheek, softly. A calming haze surrounded you, making you feel safer than before. Crazy Diamond's hand was warm, you began to notice the cuts along your knees and your elbows, and the burns across your fists were healing, zipping up like invisible thread pulling your scars back together until they disappeared completely.

Once Crazy Diamond moved away, there wasn't any more pain, and you were completely unharmed. He left too, leaving you alone in the rain with a very soggy looking Josuke.

"Oh, Josuke! Your hair!"

In comedic timing, the hair forced up into his pompadour fell, slapping wetly against his face. His eye twitched ever the slightest, but Josuke shook it off, pushing his bangs aside. "No worries! It's just hair. I'm just glad that you're healed again." His bangs flopped forward again, he quickly pushed them back. "Hey, about earlier? Before all of this happened... I want to apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just, it's hard to push down a gut feeling. Y'know?"

"Yeah. I get it. I should apologize too for being such an ass. Maybe if I listened I wouldn't have gotten my wallet stolen." You offer him a slanted smile and you got one back. "Let's just agree that we were both in the wrong."

"Heh! Sounds good!"

Thunder sounded from behind the buildings, drawing in both of your attention. The weather was only getting worse, and you clothes were soaking up another pound of water by the minute.

"This is getting ridiculous..." Josuke groaned.

"I didn't expect it to get this rough. Maybe we should head back to get an umbrella before we head to my house?"

"Your house?" Josuke asked skeptical, but he followed you back.

"Duh. I have my own gut feeling your house is way too far away. I've got a landline you can borrow, and towels and gel for your hair, too."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?! Hurry up!" You out right laughed, sprinting after him as he broke into a dead run to the convenience store. It was a quick in and out, there was an argument over what color umbrella you should've bought, but you easily defeated Josuke by reminding him who was paying for it. You got the last umbrella with a sky blue color and fluffy white clouds, contrasting with the dark inkyness above. Finally out of the rain, you and Josuke kept close together, conserving heat and walking at a leisurely pace. You didn't mind. Josuke on the other hand had trouble controlling the excited vibration in his shoulders. He'd have to turn his head so you couldn't see the angry blush on his cheeks. You were just so... Strangely cute. He just watched you knock a guy out in one punch, but he can't help but think about how cute you looked curled up into his side like this!

Josuke cleared his throat.

"I never caught your name. It'd be weird if I went to your house and I didn't even know what to call you right?"

"Seriously? This whole time I haven't told you my name?!" You laughed again, Josuke thought it was loud and sweet. "My full name is Kira Y/n!"

"Heh... Hey. Hey, wait a second." Josuke stopped in his tracks. "Say it again? I think this rain is messin' with my hearing."

"Ki-ra Y-n." You punctuate with a giggle, cupping your hands over your mouth for added affect. "Everyone just calls me by my first name, even without asking. It kind of gets annoying... But you can just call me Y/n too! Something wrong, Josuke?"

He was staring at you, dazed and confused. Struck silent over something. He didn't say a word, but a new voice filled in the silence, calling Josuke's name. It was high and shrill, turning to look behind you you could see two strangers in the distance, quickly closing in.

The taller one was making good time, the shorter one behind him tried to keep up with an umbrella shielding him from the rain. Confused as hell, you slowly got out of the way of the two men, ready to activate your Stand ability again if the situation called for it. But these two didn't sound like enemies. They looked the same age as you and Josuke. Who the hell were these two?

The louder one, still shrieking as he neared, ended up slamming into Josuke sending them both into a rain puddle.

"Josuke!"

"Okuyasu!" The short one waddled up to his friends, looking worried.

"Josuke! That girl you've been diggin' is a Stand user!"

It was all at once. Adding on to the roaring storm it was deafening. These two were Stand users? How did they know you were, too? And why the hell was this baseball looking freak trying to pick a fight with you?

"OKUYASU! SHE ISN'T GOING TO HURT US!"

"YEAH, DUDE! SHE'S COOL!" Josuke and company tried to keep him at bay.

"Jeez, you find one person with an ability like yours and you find a whole gaggle," You sigh. "Who are you people and what do you suddenly want for me?"

The boy with silver hair suddenly looks at you from behind the other boy's shoulders with wide, blue eyes. "You're last name is Kira, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes..?" You say confused.

"I knew it!" The boy, probably named Okuyasu cheered in victory in Josuke's arms. He was ignored by both.

"Your dad has history in Morioh. Bad history. We found some evidence of you being his kid in his old house, we've been trying to track you down ever since school let out today, and we found you with Okuyasu's help." He pointed over Okuyasu's shoulder, who gave you a big grin.

"W-What? I'm so–" A hand was thrown over your face to silence your thoughts.

"What?! Who are you people?! Why is this all happening suddenly? This whole time I've thought I was alone with these abilities, and suddenly there's... Three more of you?"

"More like, four, actually." The silver haired boy confessed, not thinking about how it didn't help the situation. He thought for a second silently. "Actually there's a lot more than four of us–"

"Y/n," Josuke said interrupting his friend. He left Okuyasu's side to gently hold your shoulders, making you stare up at him through his wet bangs and into his piercings eyes. "There's a lot of us Stand Users in Morioh. Your dad... He was one too, but he didn't use his ability for good. It's a lot to unpack, but whenever you're ready to listen, we'll tell you."

You sniff away the cold, brushing away a stray raindrop that somehow made it under your umbrella on to your cheek. Behind Josuke, his two friends stood, offering soft looks, sympathetic of something you didn't understand. With a deep breath, you agreed. "I'm ready. We should get to my house already and get out of this cold." Josuke nodded with a gentle smile, pulling you into his side to share his warmth with you.

"Lead the way."