#yandere josuke higashitaka

[thornybubbles]

Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit. 

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read. 

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

… like a good little fan should…

[dark-side-blog3]

Ghosts are canon in prt 4, so in reference to my last post: Check out 0:45 in the video.

[sl33paholics]

Josuke Higashikata Dating / Relationship Headcanons!

(He's so baby lowkey)

Song: Always Forever by Cults

How does he realize that he's in love?

He always finds himself fumbling and stumbling over his words whenever talking to you. Josuke always tries to keep his conversations between you two as SHORT as possible.

He cheeses up whenever your name is mentioned. A huge smile appears on his face, teeth showing and everything. Josuke experiences the butterflies! His heart races so fast, and he's red to the ears. Josuke even tries to get his friends to stop talking about you around him, gets him all jumpy and scared.

Josuke often finds himself daydreaming. Whenever it's so hot Josuke can't focus, or the lesson is too long and boring, he can imagine himself sitting next to you. Just goofing around, passing notes, and cracking jokes. It's only until his teacher slams on his desk to make him snap out of it.

The lovestruck boy feels a longing and yearning for your presence whenever you're not around. If you gotta get to your classes, he'd watch you disappear within the crowd as he wished for you to stay a bit longer.

Without a doubt this man would be jealous as FUCK whenever you're around other people than HIM. Josuke could chuckle and giggle around you and the other person, but as soon as you leave he can't help but have the urge to punch the wall.

What would Josuke do in his private time with his partner?

I can see Josuke enjoying quiet time. He's so energetic around his friends and at school, just being with you throughout the night, watching movies, or talking to each other in general. The boy loves the peace and intimacy together.

Playing video games can be a big factor. Competitive video games always get Josuke pumped and in the mood to overthrow you in any way possible. Just don't be surprised when his mom walks in and shouts at you two to be quiet 🤭

Swapping out and exchanging music tastes. Josuke is going to fein over showing you music like Prince (since it's his favorite artist) the two of you would be listening to people such as David Bowie, Whitney Houston, Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Wonder, and many more all evening.

Cooking together. This. Boy. Can. Not. Cook. For. Shit. Josuke is always relying on you for assistance on whatever meal he wants to make, but he's not embarrassed to learn from his partner to improve on his own skills in the kitchen 🧑‍🍳

Most importantly, CUDDLING. Oh, how much Josuke loves to be intimate with you while watching TV before lights out. He craves physical touch, so expect to be in his arms all night.

Does he see having a future with you? Where would your relationship take y'all?

I can see Josuke being so head over heels for you. I mean, you're his first ever serious relationship. The boy is only 16. Only time would tell what could happen as the years go on.

Despite being very popular at school, he's sticking to the loyal code. As if Josuke wasn't already overwhelmed by the girls huddling around him beforehand, now he's confident to shoo them away and show you off. Intentional or not.

It would be nice to celebrate anniversaries. Josuke has always been infatuated on surprising you on the day with gifts! Maybe not expensive ass gifts, but possible handmade that he did with his mom 🥰 or jewelry that he can afford (if he can learn how to save up 🙄)

His mother hounds Josuke about his relationship, but not in a bad way. Tomoko wants the best for his son (and lowkey doesn't want him to end up like Joseph), so she's heavily involved in what you two do. Sure, it's very annoying, but Josuke knows his mother doesn't mean any harm.

Josuke can see himself years down the line having a family with you. He's really that lovestruck and delulu, so you have to remind him that you guys are only teens and don't know what life has for the both of y'all at the end of the tunnel.

Josuke just really loves you <3

[dippindotsdio]

#1 Crush

Here's the full version of Pink in the Night. I also changed up bits from the little part I posted a while ago so don't be confused because it's not word for word anymore, enjoy!

Warnings: possessive & obsessive behavior, typical yan stuff Word count: 3.6k Gn reader, sfw

[More under the cut]

You met Josuke at a young age, your mother and Tomoko were very close friends so it was only a matter of time before you two were introduced to one another. You and Josuke grew close rather quickly and ever since then you've been best friends (matter of fact he's been your only friend for a majority of your life.) He's the only person who seems to get you in this vast world.

As you two grew older, he began wanting to be at your side more and more. He would spend the night often during the summer, or you'd spend the night at Tomoko's although you were still scared to go to another's house then. He didn't mind though of course.

Whenever you were struggling with homework, he'd be there happy to help and explain as much as he could. When you woke up terrified because of an awful nightmare and woke him up out of fear, he'd be ready to reassure you that everything was going to be okay then help you go back go sleep. And on the days where you felt down and misunderstood by others around you, he'd be there and listen to you. He would always be there for you.

You were very appreciative of how patient he was with you, even as you two grew to be highschoolers. He seemed to be the only person who really wanted to understand you. Others were often too pushy with you, overly critical, or never bothered to understand why you didn't like certain things or acted certain ways. It was nice to know that not everyone wanted to fix you.

Whenever you had asked why he was so attached to you out of all people, he'd always respond with the thought that you were fun and your sense of self was unique, as well as your view of the world. He thought you were absolutely perfect as you were. So much so that he often had a look of pure adoration in his eyes when it came to you and it made your heart swell with unknown feelings whenever you happened to notice.

♡

At this point Josuke hadn't realised he developed a "little" crush on you yet. He just knew that the friendship you shared was something special, something irreplaceable. It was a bond he'd do anything to keep. You two shared so many memories after all. All of your birthday parties were spent with one another, many of the holidays you'd see him, and of course at school you'd be together. You two were inseparable!

During these times you also came to the conclusion that you really didn't need anyone else. Josuke was like your soulmate. He liked you and you liked him. You trusted him more than anyone else in the world. It'd be hard for someone else to gain your trust or develop such a deep bond with you as he did. No one could ever compare.

💕

Some days you'd miss school for reasons that were mostly out of your control. At first Josuke didn't mind because he knew he'd be able to see you the next day, but he was so lonely without your company. He could only ignore the feeling that was building up in his chest and restricting his breathing ever so slightly for so long.

During junior year he grew to hate those days. Why would you leave me? It was like he couldn't breathe properly when you weren't around. But he wasn't alone of course, people liked him and he had more acquaintances than he'd like, but none of them were you. His obsessive nature thrived and all he could do was think about you. He spent his time in class daydreaming about coddling you and how he should've been at your house playing games with you and what not. Of course you missed him plenty too, but it was no where near what he was feeling. Everything you felt for him was no where near what he felt for you.

This is also the year he begins to get more touchy. He starts holding your hands more, having his arm around your shoulder, embracing you, touching your face, brushing your hair... Whenever you two worked on homework together and you got everything right, he'd give you little side hugs. After being so affectionate for some time he began to realize that his feelings for you were more than just friendly. Why it took him so long, no one knows!

As for you, his constant presence never really bothered you, you liked the attention he gave you. You would even say you actively seeked it at times. Sometimes he was overwhelming though, mostly when he praised you over simple things. It felt belittling but you'd never voice how you felt about it. Other than that you thought it was nice...he was nice. Your mother often teased you two about when you were going to get together which made you flustered. Josuke just looked at you with those lovesick eyes of his and a saccharine smile as you stumbled over your words.

💕

Now that you two were old enough to go out on your own, that meant Josuke could take you to the rollerskating rink. It was something he wanted to do for a while and it quickly became one of your favorite ways to spend time together! He loved watching you skate around and occasionally pull him towards you so you two can skate along together. He watched a couple videos in advance and tried out some of the tricks, only successfully pulling off a few and the others leaving both of you a laughing mess.

Another spot you two would spend the day at was the park, it was a good place to find some peace from the world. Sitting on a bench with a tall tree shading you was such a simple activity but being there with him made you feel like nothing could ever go wrong in your life. The sounds nature provided you and Josuke's warmth was all it took to ease your mind.

💕

During your senior year you started receiving letters. First, you found them in your locker, then a handful later they started appearing in your backpack...which was concerning. They were really sweet though!

- "Hi, I just wanted to let you know...I think you're so cute!"

You had not a single clue who they could be from. You rarely interacted with your classmates, with the few exceptions of working with someone other than Josuke on a group project and other moments of small talk with peers. Either way you didn't pay much mind to them, so why would anyone pay attention to you? It's definitely a prank by another student, you had thought.

You asked Josuke about who they could be from but all he answered with was "probably a secret admirer". You laughed at him and he simply looked at you with a familiar fondness in his eyes. You brushed off his strange demeanor and decided to move onto a different topic of discussion.

You wondered if they could've been from Josuke himself for a brief moment, but no way...the handwriting and choice of words was pretty different. And he'd probably be upfront about his feelings, right? Nonetheless you began ignoring the letters and only read them whenever they were decorated prettily.

- "every little thing i do you're on my mind...the way i feel lately is driving me crazy.."

- "i can't get over you i think about you all the time"

Over time you noticed the contents were becoming more and more...odd, to say the least. This person would go on about certain things you did or how much they loved you. They'd write way too much about your habits and how cute they found them. You laughed at some of them, some prank this was! Yes, it was definitely a prank, you kept telling yourself, trying to convince yourself no one was actually being a creep towards you. At least your senior year was coming to an end and those letters would stop.

...

Well that was what you thought. You'd graduated and been out of highschool for a few months now and still, those letters managed to show up. They were less frequent, but getting more uncomfortable.

"I wish I could be around you all the time. I love you so much. I love everything about you, the way you talk, smell, fix your hair, and your eyes, your eyes are so pretty. I want them to look at me for the rest of time. You're so pretty, I want you so bad, I want you all for myself. It's not fair... I hope you accept my feelings one day, [y/n]. I think I'd die if I couldn't have you." It was written messily with words like "love" and "you" written darker than the rest.

You were beginning to worry, obviously this person was someone who knew your schedule and was probably close to you. Josuke kept reassuring you it was nothing but when you began being refusing to leave the house and holed yourself up in your room out of paranoia, he offered to get rid of whoever was sending those letters. It should've been so obvious...but you trusted him, the sweet and thoughtful Josuke who you spent most of your days with wouldn't be this weird to you. You really hoped it wasn't..

- "i just wanna be yours"

Josuke didn't mean to freak you out as much as he did, he just wanted to know what your reaction could be to his unfiltered feelings for you. It made him a little disheartened to know you felt so uncomfortable but he understood that receiving those kinds of words from a stranger would be concerning. He could only hope that you would accept all of him when the time finally came.

💌

You didn't know how, and he wouldn't elaborate either, but the letters did stop. You hugged him tightly with your head resting on his shoulder as you thanked him and told him you were forever grateful. His body tensed up and his eyes widened but quickly he returned the hug, relaxing in your arms. A delusional smile formed on his lips and a sweet warmth spread across his face. He held onto you with possessive hands, his grip ever so slowly getting tighter and tighter until you spoke once more.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumbled.

Were you trying to kill him? His heart skipped a beat and time seemed to stop as you kept him encased in your arms. You had no idea what those words were doing to him, his mind was racing with utterly delusional thoughts of you. Thoughts of how much he knew you needed him now, how he'd do anything to make you happy, to protect you, keep you safe, and make you stay by his side for the rest of your life. He'd do it all with a lovesick smile on his face and pure obsession swirling in his violet eyes.

💜

With the help of each of your moms and having saved up for months, you two were eventually able to move into a small but cozy apartment together and lived relatively peaceful lives. Well aside from Josuke beginning to show unmistakable signs of his possessive behavior towards you.

Since you two worked separate jobs he couldn't be around you nearly as much as he wanted to (even though you still spent a good chunk of time together.) He was always thinking about you. Wondering if you were okay, if anyone was getting close to you, talking to you, trying to take you away from him, or god forbid if anyone other than him was touching you. It drove him insane being away from you for more than a few hours, it was a miracle he could still work well with how much you were on his mind.

He'd hug you for a few minutes after especially long days and asked you how your day was while resting his head on your shoulder. You of course always indulged him which put the thoughts of you leaving him at ease. Oh how he loved having you in his arms... This was where you belonged, with him, in his arms, and safe from the world. He was so warm and so strong, he always made you feel nice...and it would drive him even more mad if you ever told him that.

💜

He began thinking that you liked him back romantically because of how much you indulged in his behavior. He was never clear about his feelings with you, but he knew that you two were blurring the lines between a platonic and romantic relationship for a while now. It didn't help that you weren't clear about how you felt either, so of course he thought you liked him back! You must've been too shy to say anything, how cute.

Truthfully though, you weren't completely sure as to how you felt about him. Yes, you loved and cared about him more than anyone else in your life and he was basically all you knew at this point...your face would still heat up from all the affection and attention he gave you, even after so many years. Really there was no reason for you not to be romantically interested in him. So you left it at that, unsure but you wouldn't mind if he wanted to begin officially dating.

💜

After a couple months Josuke grew tired and decided if he couldn't see you outside the house, then nobody could. He eventually convinced you to work from home, saying things like, "Y'know if I'm not there I can't protect you." And "Don't you remember how weird people can be?" For a moment you thought that maybe Josuke was being overprotective, you were an adult now, you could take care of youself. But another part of you thought he was right... You trusted him with everything in your heart, he knew you better than anyone else, he was just looking out for you.

He began feeling more at ease knowing that you were 98% safer now since you were home when he wasn't with you. He still felt like he couldn't breathe properly without you in the same room as him, but it was better than anyone else enjoying your presence.

💜

As a way to prevent you from growing bored of staying home for so long, he made sure you two went out to other places (mostly the park) when there was time. It was nice to know that even as an adult the park still gave you a sense of normalcy (something you were quickly losing while living with Josuke.) Even if he was quickly falling into the depths of his obsession, he was still so thoughtful when it came to you.

Something about walking the familiar path to your little spot was so nice. No matter how hectic life got, as long as you were able to walk along it with Josuke by your side, you'd always feel like everything would be okay.

"I've always loved being here, y'know? I feel like this is my other home as stupid as it may sound." You started as you stared out into the lightly clouded sky underneath a shaded bench. Josuke turned to you with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's not stupid, but I didn't know you liked it here so much. I kinda thought you'd get tired of it by now." He admitted. Sometimes you'd have a blank look on your face and it made him overthink, but really you were content, maybe even your happiest.

You let out a small laugh, "I don't think I'd ever get tired. It's too pretty here! The clouds always make me so happy...sometimes I wish we could be here all the time." A smile crept up to your lips and you glanced over to him. He met your eyes with everlasting adoration and reached out to place a hand on yours. You interlaced fingers and promptly looked away as your smile grew.

"You make being here so much nicer... You don't talk too much or talk too little and you know how to appreciate silence. I'm so glad I get to spend all this time with you, Josuke. I feel like...like this is how it was always meant to be. Just you and me, against the world!" You laughed and gave his hand a little squeeze, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt from sharing the last thought.

Josuke sat there looking at you, trying so hard to keep everything contained. You basically confessed to him, didn't you??? How could you say that and not expect him to think that you also loved him? This was it. This was the moment that made him realise it's been long enough for him to let you know how he really felt.

He simply agreed with you, that this was all fate and your conversation moved elsewhere. Your park date ended an hour or so later after you two decided to head back home and end the day with a movie night.

💜

For the rest of the day, your words plagued Josuke's mind. If he didn't confess soon, his heart would crack, and like a breaking dam all his love would drown you. He was worried about scaring you away but he knew deep down you'd stay by his side, especially after what you had said earlier.

So that night he planned to give you his confession, and with it his heart, whether you wanted it or not.

💗

You were about to go to bed after having finished the movie when Josuke grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned back and were about to question him but the look in his eyes kept you quiet.

"I'm in love with you, I think I've loved you ever since we were kids but only realized it in highschool...but these feelings- these feelings, they've just kept growing and growing and growing all this time" He reached for your other hand and delicately intertwined your fingers with his. "I can't take it anymore, the longer I keep all this inside me, the more I feel like I'll go crazy. All I can ever think about is you and how much you mean to me and how I need to be with you all the time." His breathing grew unsteady and you could hear the desperation climbing up his throat. "I want you to be mine...and I wanna be yours." He spoke softly but there was an unmistakable seriousness in his tone. He fixed his eyes on yours as he poured his heart out to you. It felt like he was staring into your very soul and you got a taste of the overwhelming, sickly sweet feelings he held for you. His eyes were so intense and darker than normal, you felt like the longer you gazed into them you'd begin to drown in all that love.

His confession made your heart flutter, hell it even made the skin on your face burn up like crazy. You never expected him to say something so....endearing? You were almost in shock, but of course the guy who doesn't want you spending time alone with anyone but him is in love with you.

You'd been friends this long and you two have already been crossing the boundaries of a normal friendship, why not accept his feelings? And you already told yourself if he ever said anything that you'd go with it, so that's what you did.

"I love you too."

His eyes lit up with something unrecognizable and he pulled you into a tight hug, making your body freeze at the sudden intense contact.

"I'm so happy. To finally hear you say it back... I love you so much." he mumbled into your shoulder. "I love you more than you could ever know, [y/n]."

All you could do was hug him back and try to contain a large smile but ultimately fail. You had a feeling this wasn't normal. You've been aware that the things he'd done may not have been completely normal for a while now, but you couldn't help but love his unhealthy feelings for you. It almost made you feel guilty.

You never understood why you were the one he loved so deeply, even after he explained, but you couldn't care when his arms always wrapped around you so lovingly. He made you feel so many things you've never experienced before and you loved it. The way he seemed to remember every single thing about you, got you the most thoughtful gifts, and how every time he touched you it was so sweet and gentle. All the heartwarming little things he'd say to you, and only you, they gave you butterflies and made your heart swell so much. He gave you all the attention no one else could ever give to you, and you were possibly obsessed with it as much as he was obsessed with you...

Josuke finally let you go after what felt like forever but gave you a look like he still had something he wanted. He broke eye contact and his lips turn up into an awkward smile, your expression turning to one of slight confusion.

"You're so cute, y'know? Sometimes when I look at you, and you give me that weird look, I just wanna kiss every inch of your face and see that pretty smile of yours." Your eyes widened and you felt your heart bloom further.

"You're too much, Josuke. I don't know if I can handle you being so...uh" You looked away to hide your growing smile but it didn't do much. He was absolutely ecstatic to see he had such an effect on you, seeing you smile so widely was all he ever needed.

"You are so cute."

--- I've reread this so many times to ensure it was as perfect as I could make it but I always thought there could be something worded better each time and at that rate I never would've posted this. I feel like this is kinda all over the place and I apologize if the writing is awkward at some points, this went on a lot longer than I intended. Yan josuke is so fun to write though. Also sorry for the strange/abrupt end, I had no idea how to end it.

[ddarker-dreams]

Puppet Strings. Yan Ghost Josuke x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Josuke’s temper flaring, typical yandere elements, brief alcohol mention. Word count: 3.1k

i.

You didn’t think much of it when you saw your window wide open. 

No, it wasn’t that particular moment that sent alarm bells ringing. It’s remarkable what the human mind is capable of scrounging up to justify an otherwise horrifying situation. Moving from one place to another is an exhausting effort -- you reasoned to yourself -- maybe you reopened it and forgot. That sounds perfectly plausible. Sleep came easily to you that night and all was forgotten the next morning. There were some other minor occurrences, cabinets being open, the television flickering. Nothing incriminating, nothing to worry about. 

For a time, this logic worked in your best interest. The last straw was when your personal belongings started going missing. Lip glosses, shirts, and even some sketchbooks. Contacting the police served to be no help. When they asked who could hold a vendetta against you, you had no solid leads. You’d only been in Morioh a little over a month. Earning an adversary in that short a time felt unlikely, if not impossible. Classmates were interviewed, their alibis clearing them of possible suspects, the investigation stagnant. Your neighbors hadn’t seen questionable figures lurking around your home. Days went by, and a few patrols later, the police claimed there wasn’t much else they could do. There were no signs of breaking and entering, no fingerprints, no leads. 

No peace of mind.

You’ve explored every logical avenue. Not knowing what to do next is the worst part, it’s what serves to frustrate you the most. Sighing, you dry your hands off, mulling over what to do next. Now that you’ve finished washing the dishes, there are no other chores to procrastinate with. Guess I better get started on that project, you think. God, but it’s so hard to focus anymore. 

Without noticing it, you felt drawn to the living room. Anyone would understand, that from the stress you’ve suffered, it’s fine to take a break. A distraction from reality sounds great right about now. Your PlayStation 2, which has been collecting dust, can finally get used. The multiplayer games are bugged -- a Player 2 shows up even when you play it with yourself -- so you haven’t used it in some time. Scanning over the various game choices, you never get a chance to pick one out. 

“Huh, so they released a sequel to that?” An unknown voice, masculine and lighthearted, chimes in behind you. Your immediate reaction is to whip your head back, searching for the source. Heart pounding, you realize this is exactly what you feared. That whoever was stalking you would eventually come to settle things for seeking help from law enforcement. You don’t see him, even though the voice had been close enough to assume he’s behind you. There’s no way you imagined it. Where is he? 

That’s when you see him. 

Whether or not it was intentional, he stands blocking your path to the kitchen, where your phone is. A young man of imposing size, easily dwarfing you. His style throws you off, it’s like he was ripped from another time. That hair… a pompadour? Narrowing your eyes, you stand from your kneeling position, preparing to hold your ground. He might be blocking your ability to call the police, but there’s still the option of running out the front door to alert your neighbors. It’ll be fine, you tell yourself, not entirely convinced. Just don’t panic. 

“Who are you?” Is the first question that slips past your lips. There’s unfiltered hostility in the words, despite your hesitation to aggravate him. Your eyebrows furrow when he puts his hands up in defense. It gives an impression of mockery in an otherwise grave scenario.

“Woah, calm down there,” he lets out a nervous chuckle that further irks you. “You can call me Higashikata Josuke.”

This person -- Josuke -- is acting too casual about this. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s the source of your torment these past few weeks. How else could he be standing in your home, acting in such a deplorable manner? For your own best interest, you bite your tongue, that’s dying to hurl numerous insults his way. In contrast to his polite speech, he’s dressed like a stereotypical delinquent. Who knows what Josuke would do should you provoke him. You’ve heard rumors of rambunctious youths in the area and don’t want to test the validity of those claims. 

“Alright, Higashikata-san, I’m going to ask you to leave. This is my house. If you just… leave me alone, I won’t contact the police. Alright?” You feel like your proposal is a considerate one, even if you don’t intend to follow through. Once you get to safety, like hell you’re going to let this punk get away with it, he just doesn’t need to know that yet. Josuke shifts weight from one leg to another, contemplating your words.

“I can’t do that. Besides, the same way you feel this is your house, I equally feel like it’s mine.” Josuke replies, scratching his cheek. His tone almost sounds… apologetic. As if it isn’t completely within his control to leave. You gulp when you realize your approach might not work. Maybe he’s not mentally sound? That’s the most plausible solution. Taking a deep breath, you shift to a less combative posture, still hoping to talk him down.

“Is there someone I could call? A guardian, a friend? Let’s figure this out.” You will yourself to keep each word steady to lure him in. The innocent inquiry doesn’t have the intended effect, Josuke frowning as soon as the word guardian left your lips. Shit. Was that a sensitive topic? The scowl is gone in a split second like it never existed. He takes a step closer to you and you take a step back.

“There’s not much to figure out. I’ll be honest then since I’m sure you’re freaking out right now. Which makes sense. I’d be freaking out too…” he trails off, going deep into thought. Finally, Josuke manages to choose the proper words. “How do I go about this? Alright, I’ll just come out and say it.” 

“Well, to put it in simple terms, I’m dead.” 

You blink. Tilting your head, you conclude that this Higashikata Josuke is not mentally well. Getting in contact with a professional is your new top priority. Josuke picks up on your hesitant body language and rushes to give credence to his claim.

“I know, crazy, isn’t it? I’m sorry about your stuff, by the way. Felt like the best way to understand my new housemate without sending you running right away. I’ll return it now,” Josuke’s demeanor doesn’t give you the impression of a liar. Still, a spirit? You don’t know what to think anymore. He sighs at the sour expression on your face. “How to prove this to you… ah, I know. Hey, check this out.” 

Josuke points to the controller sitting on your couch. Not a second later, it starts levitating in the air, your jaw-dropping at the unfeasible spectacle. Josuke lets out an airy chuckle at your bewilderment. “Sorry, that was pretty lame. I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“There’s… really a spirit, in my house.” You struggle to say it aloud. The people living in Morioh could be superstitious, a view you attributed to living out in the country. This paranoia, or sometimes reverence, never fell in line with your beliefs. There was no solid proof that the supernatural existed. It made for riveting local stories, for youths to gossip and movies to adapt, but the line was drawn there. A timeline plays in your head of the past few weeks. It would explain how no one in this active community spotted an intruder, or how the police never found physical evidence. 

“Our house, actually.” He corrects with a beaming smile.

ii. 

Maybe it’s not so bad. 

Josuke, with whom you have an unusual relationship, makes for decent company in your otherwise uneventful life. You still can’t help but feel on guard around him for his earlier behavior. As he explained it, borrowing your belongings was just a way to get to know you. He apologized wholeheartedly for the stress he put on your life. It felt genuine, but an apology doesn’t make everything go away at once. Little by little, Josuke’s grown on you, worming his way into your heart. Memories and feelings fade, your first few weeks after the move are no different. 

“Have you seen my red scarf anywhere?” You call out, peeking underneath your pillow. Josuke appears from thin air -- an element that took some getting used to -- helping to look around your room. One of your conditions for remaining here was that he’d show up in your room only when invited, a condition Josuke was more than happy to agree to. You guess everyone is lonely in their own way.

“It’s not over here,” Josuke yells from beneath your desk. “What do you need it for, anyway? Can’t you just turn the heater on?” 

“Well, I could, but that wouldn’t do me much good. Some friends invited me to karaoke tonight, and the weather report said it’ll drop to four degrees celsius.” Feeling defeated, you plop onto your bed, staring at the ceiling. Josuke leans over, popping into your line of sight. He’s lacking the trademark smile you’ve grown used to seeing. For such a minor change, it packs a punch. Josuke sulks like a kicked puppy.

“Karaoke, huh?” He mutters, more to himself than you. “My old classmates used to do stuff like that. Sounds fun.” 

You sit up and cross your legs. Josuke’s tone is a longing one, wishing to fulfill a dream that can never be, visage painfully bleak. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach for the insensitive comment, not realizing he has a lot on his mind too. Josuke’s bubbly personality stood on a thin sheet of ice, ready to plunge into the depths at any moment. You wrack your mind to try and appease him. 

“It really isn’t anything that exciting. I was going to say no, but they insisted. Just imagine it as a bunch of tone-deaf people drunkards belting, that’s all it is.” You console. Josuke doesn’t light up at your joke, his eyes hollow. From what you know about spirits, if they linger in this realm instead of moving onto the next, that means an obligation is holding them here. You’ve never asked Josuke why he hasn’t passed on. That leaves room for speculation, numerous hours spent ruminating over theories. Maybe he’ll tell you one day, or maybe he won’t. Either way, it’s still tragic he never got to live his life.

“Mm… guess so, yeah.” He isn’t paying attention to your words. Guilt as sharp as knives slices through you at Josuke’s gloomy mood. For a split second, you consider canceling with your friends, to stay home and cheer him up. He always loves playing games with you or just speaking over trivial matters for hours. You push the idea away. Fraternizing with a spirit on the daily isn’t enough to supply your social needs, only friends of flesh and blood can fill that role. 

“Hey, I’m sorry for mentioning it. If you want to talk about--” 

“No,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “Go ahead. Go live life.” 

You don’t offer a rebuttal. Josuke probably needs time to think, you decide. We can talk about it later.

iii. 

“What’s up?” 

You lean against the wall, payphone pressed against one ear and your hand covering the other. Music blares in the background, terrible acoustics of the crowded bar making it difficult to hear the other line. One of the workers grabbed you, saying you had a call, your guesses of who it could be next to nonexistent. You scrunch your nose up when you hear Josuke’s distinct voice on the other side.

“It’s late,” you hear him say. His voice is muffled, but the exasperated tone is hard to miss. “Shouldn’t you be back by now?” 

Sighing, you struggle to rationalize why Josuke’s pestering you like this. You never gave a time when you’d be home, not thinking it was necessary. “I was going to leave soon. I don’t have class in the next few days, so it’s fine.” 

“It’s dangerous to be out on your own--” 

“Josuke,” you deadpan, rubbing your temples. “I appreciate the concern, really, I do. But I used to live in Tokyo, remember? If I could survive the city at night, I can survive here.” 

“That’s not the point here,” Josuke counters, voice dropping dangerously low. Your patience is wearing thin at his attempts to police your autonomy. It’s not his place to enforce a curfew on you. “You don’t know what kinds of danger lurks in Morioh.” 

Josuke’s statement is full of bone-chilling conviction. Almost like he was speaking from firsthand experience. You take a deep breath, remembering that you’re speaking to someone who likely died in a traumatizing manner here. Maybe extending a little grace wouldn’t hurt. It’s a shame to cut the night short, but it’s not that big a deal.  

“Okay, I get it. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk back home. I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

Softening your voice seems to have the effect you intended. Josuke takes a second to consider, the two of you waiting in tense silence. This is the first time you’ve gone out with friends, maybe he just wasn’t sure what to make of it. You hold no intention of bending to his every whim, but this one time, you’ll offer him peace of mind. There’ll be major boundaries set up in the future. 

He sighs begrudgingly. “... Right.” 

iv. 

This is getting ridiculous. 

Josuke’s behaving no better than an entitled child, your paper-thin patience starting to give way. The circumstances you’ve been placed into were unusual enough, to begin with, but they never felt malicious, not until Josuke’s personality seemed to switch in the blink of an eye. What you can only describe as sabotage has become a regular occurrence. It perfectly parallels the problems you had upon first moving into this house, only now you know the one responsible. He’ll act none the wiser, claiming innocence in what has to be his doing.

Cut phone lines, missing shoes, personal journals disappearing into thin air, nothing has been spared. Maybe you were foolish for trusting a spirit. You’d like to have thought you were on solid terms with Josuke, your mortal mind doing its best to wrap around the otherworldly events. You’re at your wit’s end, now fully prepared to confront him on this unacceptable display. It’s a shame it came to this, you think. Confrontation is the worst.

“Josuke.” 

“[First].” 

The two of you sit in the living room, on opposite sides of the couch. Ever since the karaoke disaster a few weeks ago, Josuke’s attitude has taken an undesirable turn, as evidenced by how he’s acting now. Never did you imagine he could be so petty. You straighten out your posture, squaring your shoulders, and placing your hands on your lap. He stares at you with faint interest, cerulean eyes shining at your attention. 

“I’ve tried my best to be understanding,” you wince at how dramatic your words are. It almost sounds like you’re breaking up with a partner. “If I did something that upset you, please just be honest about it.” 

Josuke gives a nonchalant wave. “Nah, it’s not that important anymore. I recently made up my mind, so I don’t feel too concerned about it.” 

There weren’t many expectations in place for this talk, but Josuke dismissing you this fast wasn’t an outcome you envisioned. It feels like a slap to the face after you spent days dreading this talk. What did “recently making up his mind” even mean? Irritation rises in your throat like bile, words snapping out before you can stop them.

“You don’t just get to be that dismissive,” you point out with a scowl. “I know what you’ve been doing. Taking my stuff again, right, Higashikata? I’m fed up with this shit. Maybe I should just move out--” 

Your sentence gets cut off by the coffee table’s glass shattering. The high pitched noise makes you jump, shards flying in multiple directions on the floor. Glancing from the mess back to Josuke, you find the sight of him as a stronger cause for worry. He looks thoroughly unimpressed with your emotional outburst. Thick eyebrows knit together, his face contorting from friendly to enraged. You gulp when a sudden chill in the air sending shivers down your spine. With how friendly your relationship with him had been up to this point, you forgot to watch your tongue, the initial reverence wearing off long ago. 

Josuke stands up, flaunting his towering build. Looking down at you through lidded eyes, he reaches down, and you catch a glimpse of light blue and pink. Huh? What was that? A trick of the lights, maybe? As fast as it was destroyed, you watch in awe as the pieces return to their original place. Broken glass, chips of wood, screws and all, become whole as if it was a movie playing in reverse. Is this something else a spirit can do? 

“Y’know, [First],” Josuke begins with a humorless laugh. “This is great. I wasn’t sure how to do this part. Now I don’t have to worry about that, so let me cut right to the chase.” 

You feel the blood draining from your face, goosebumps dotting your skin. This is wrong. Whatever he’s doing now, you can’t stand another second of it. “Josuke, you’re scaring me.” 

“That’s fine by me.” He smiles. There’s a palpable thickness in the air, tension elevating as each second crawls by. Your mind trips over itself in search of a solution to this, but deep down inside, you’re filled with dread. A dread that this damage is beyond repair and that you’ve made a fatal mistake. Would screaming even help you? Could you outrun a ghost? Your heart pounders against your ribcage and you pray it isn’t Josuke who’s trying to rip it out. 

“You saw that table,” Josuke points to the once destroyed furniture, now neatly put back together. He frowns at your lack of confirmation, pressing further, voice increasing in volume. “Right?” 

You somehow manage to nod. Your throat and tongue are too dry to use and the room feels like it’s spinning. 

“That makes this simple then,” Josuke sits back down to his spot from before and stretches his arms. “There’s a lot I’m capable of. Way more than I’ve shown you. Breaking things apart and fixing them is my specialty, but… that last part can easily be omitted.” 

Josuke turns to face you, eyes peering into the depths of your soul.

“Threaten to leave me again and I won’t even bother to put you back together.” 

[dilfartist]

Breaking up - Yandere Duwang gang. - Darling breaks up with the Duwang gang and finds another love

Warning: head-trama, abuse, yandere themes, dark writing, stalking, cussing, gaslighting,

A/n: got lazy during Jotaro’s and Rohan’s part, but don't judge me! This took almost two weeks 😒

Josuke

"How fucking dare they."

Josuke muttered under his breath. The livid teen stared long and hard at you and your new boyfriend. Josuke was infuriated by the fact you already managed to score a guy in just a few weeks.

Sure Josuke could date any chick he wanted since they were all desperate for him. He was sure they'd give up their life, only to have him glance at them. The problem was Josuke didn't desire a relationship with anyone else other than you.

What pissed him off the most, after months of-, no not even months, a year and a half; Josuke was the best boyfriend he could be. Yet after one fight, you leave him. Who was he kidding?! You had every reason to leave him!

He never meant to become so nasty. His hostility took over his actions; he would never harm you like he punched the wall next to your head. Josuke would never put his hands on you, his actions were in the heat of the moment. Now here you were hugging up to another man.

Speaking of your new boyfriend, Josuke was honestly curious, what did you see in him? The guy wasn't good-looking, nor did he have any personality to make up for it. This fact damaged Josuke's pride a bit. If you dated this guy didn't that mean Josuke was just as boring? Nah, Josuke was better than your new boyfriend.

Josuke felt a sharp flash of irritation. His jaw clenched, your boy-toy, and you started to kiss. In reality, the kiss was small. Josuke saw this as a full-on make-out session.

Josuke would find a way to get you back, but he needed help with a plan.

After a lengthy discussion between the three teens, they decided the best strategy to get you to break up with your boyfriend, is if he confesses to cheating.

Thanks to Josuke's popularity it was easy to spread rumors around the school like a wildfire. When a group of his fangirls formed around Josuke, he'd gossip to them. And just like he expected the girls told everyone in school.

Everywhere your boyfriend went, he was outcasted by other students. Everyone except you, you were faithful to your boyfriend. You were quick to realize Josuke wanted to end the relationship, so you never acknowledged a word.

Josuke recognized his plan wasn't going to be easy, so he needed to plan extra steps.

One afternoon, Your boyfriend was responsible for taking out the trash. The trash can was behind the school building which gave Josuke the chance to confront him. exactly like Josuke expected, your boyfriend came alone: with no one to be an eyewitness.

When your boyfriend noticed Josuke's menacing figure behind him, he quickly became anxious. Not only was Higashikata a known delinquent, but he was also your ex. You told him many tales of his tantrums, the way he behaved when you disrespected his hair: He once put three boys in the hospital for making a slightly negative remark about his beloved hairstyle. The last thing he should do was provoke the taller man.

"Hey, you, I wanna talk," Josuke called out to him in a cold voice. Stupidly, your boyfriend points at himself, whimpering a small "me?" as if there had been another person beside him. Josuke ignores his stupidity as he marches over, "I'ma warn ya' once. Break up with y/n." it was more of a threat than it was a warning.

Your boyfriend grimaced at him in response, "You think because you're all big and tough you can boss me around?" He matched Josuke's mannerisms, getting in Josuke's face as if Josuke couldn't stomp on him. "Trust me when I tell you this will be easier if you comply." Josuke pushed him back.

"Listen, dude, y/n doesn't want you. If they did we wouldn't be dating. So you and your shitty haircut can go on somewhere else." when his last words left his mouth, his eyes widen in the realization of the nasty remark about Josuke's hair.

The boys had a staring contest for a moment until Josuke swung a fist into the other boy's abdomen. Your boyfriend falls to the ground clutching his stomach. Josuke’s shoe crushes down on your boyfriend’s head, “Now you've really done it.” Josuke applies more pressure onto the boy's head. “First you take my girlfriend/boyfriend, then you insult my do’.”

Crazy Dimond and Josuke gave the boy a beating of a lifetime, he had various broken bones and injuries that could have been life-changing. Much to Josukes dismay, he still needed your boyfriend for the plan; he couldn't just leave him bloodied and bruised. Crazy Diamond healed the boy back to health. He looked like nothing had happened to him in the first place. Josuke grabs the boy by his uniform collar, “Now. You are going to fulfill my request. You break up with y/n tomorrow during lunchtime.” the boy nodded with a flinch in return.

The next day you glimpsed a note inside your locker. You were reluctant to open it at first, but curiosity overtook you. To your relief, it was a note from your boyfriend telling you to come to the rooftop during lunchtime.

You arrived at the rooftop on time. Your smile brightens as your boyfriend walks over towards you, the sorrow on his face was visible. “Hey...you okay? Why did you ask me to come here?” you questioned, placing a hand on his shoulder. He promptly removed your hand from his shoulder and pushed you away so there was space between the two of you. “Listen,” he commanded sternly, “I’m ending this relationship, I've found someone better.”

His statement was abrupt, you could have never seen it coming any time soon. Your boyfriend never was distant with you, nor had he ever shown investment in anyone other than you. Slowly, you registered his words, when you comprehended the situation, your feelings bubbled up in your throat.

You wouldn't show your vulnerability to him. Instead of showing your true feelings, you put on a harsh expression. “Who?” you folded your arms and squinted, “Hayami, from class 3-B. I'm sorry.” after his last sentence he walked away leaving you with your feelings. You fell onto a bench and held yourself, you quivered as a rainfall of teardrops flooded onto your warm cheeks. Not caring if your wails of grief were audible to others passing by you let out all your misery.

You jerked from the feeling of arms wrapping around your torso. The person who attempted to solace you was none other than your ex-boyfriend Josuke. You didn't even question his appearance, instead, you caressed him tightly.

Josuke sighed merrily at the contact. Finally, you are where you were meant to be: in Josuke’s arms.

Okuyasu

"This is just a load of bullshit!"

Okuyasu hardly got his words out because of his uncontrollable sniffing. The tissue he wielded was caked in snot and salty tears, Josuke unconsciously winced as he pinched the dry end, throwing it in the trash.

Okuyasu was heartbroken, you were the first person to honestly love him, unlike the other girls who only dated him to get closer to Josuke. Okuyasu had high hopes for your relationship: he dreamed of proposing to you after high school, and you even met his father. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end.

Okuyasu didn't understand the motive behind the breakup, mainly because you never gave him an explanation. When you left, you left him hurt and confused.

"I don't understand, what did I do!? Everything was all peachy and fine, yet they broke things off with me." Josuke released a pitying sigh, he hated seeing his best friend in some much pain. Josuke decided to question you on the subject, but you declined to tell him the explanation. "No idea man. Who knows, maybe you can convince them into telling you the reason."

Okuyasu did as told. Okuyasu searched every nook and cranny of Morioh, yet, you weren't anywhere. After the breakup, it seemed you disappeared from his life.

Until one-day Okuyasu chose to skip his next class, he wanted to hurry and complete the show Koichi and Josuke had recommended. Okuyasu did ask Josuke if he wanted to come along, but Josuke declined the offer, his mother threatened him the next time she had the school call her, he'd never see the light of day again.

The sun was unforgiving today. The heatwave caused Okuyasu's skin to become sticky so he took off the top of his uniform since there was a white tank top underneath; causing him to come to be cooler. On hot days like these Okuyasu and his older brother went to a gas station for blue slushies. Though it was occasional, he learned to enjoy it while he could. To keep the tradition going okuyasu went to the gas station to buy a blue slushie.

As he walked out of the automatic doors, he noticed a couple sitting near the trash cans. He couldn't care less about the love birds till he heard the familiar giggle of his ex-girlfriend. The blue slushie he held tightly in one hand plopped to the ground creating a giant mess of blue ice.

His blood boiled at the scenery. Okuyasu never really appreciated when you talked to boys other than him and his best buddies. Okuyasu wasn't the most charming guy, nor was he intelligent, which made him insecure. Due to his insecurities, he felt as if every guy you came across was his enemy.

Even if Okuyasu wasn't the brightest light, he was smart enough to figure out this boy was your new boyfriend.

"Dude, you're cheating!" you giggled trying to hold the Nintendo high out of your boyfriend's grasp. He rolls his eyes quickly snatching the Nintendo out of your clutches. "Nah, babe! You're just a sore loser." You both chortle in unison.

Okuyasu watched the scene with so many emotions. Anger, sadness, resentment, envy. He finally was given the reason you left him. what hurts him the most was the fact the boy was so much better than him. His hands ball into fists until his knuckles turned white.

Your boyfriend held you in his arms, his forehead against yours. Slowly he dipped down to plant a kiss on your lips. At first, the kiss was sweet and quick. When he dipped down for another one the kiss it became slow and fond. Gradually the kiss turns into a make-out session. You didn't care at the moment, only because no one was around you. Or so you thought.

Okuyasu pent up with wrath, charges at your boyfriend much like a bull would charge at the color red. "Just who the fuck do ya' think you are?!" your boyfriend is knocked out of your arms, he is plunged into the thick concrete with Okuyasu onto of him.

Alarmed by the sudden impact, you failed to notice the sound of your boyfriend’s head-splitting open on the concrete. At first, all you did was yell at Okuyasu to get off of your boyfriend. It wasn't until you discovered your boyfriend was unresponsive as Okuyasu continuously punched him in his face, did you notice the red crimson pool of blood leaking from the back of his head.

Okuyasu dismisses your cries of his name. He dismisses the way you tug him off your boyfriend. “Okuyasu, stop there's bleeding from his head!” you sob. Acknowledging Okyuasu wasn't listening to you, you tried calling for the gas station cashier to get help; unfortunately, the man slept quietly inside, unaware of the bloody scene outside.

Okyuasu finished beating your boyfriend. His face was disfigured, you couldn't even tell it was your boyfriend.

Okuyasu is focused on you now. You backed away until your back hit the brick wall of the gas station, frightened Okuyasu would harm you next. “This is why you broke up with me?!” Okuyasu cried out, tears trickling down his face. Okuyasu's mood switched from depressed to furious in a matter of seconds, “No! You won't leave me for that asshole, I won't allow you.”

This was exactly the reason you left okuyasu. Not because you fell for another man, no. It was because He was obsessed with you. He only wanted you to be with him, he'd hurt anyone who’d get the way of your relationship

Okuyasu was clingy, he never left you alone. And it seemed like you wouldn't be able to escape him anymore.

Koichi

"I-I don't understand, what went wrong?"

Koichi questions as he looks down at his beverage. You weren't an idiot, his tears were noticeable. Even though you aimed to be gentle as you could be with Koichi, you had already failed.

You grabbed his hand in an attempt to comfort him, your thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand. "Oh, Ko, It's not you, I promise. it's me. I just don't feel a spark anymore, and I don't wanna hurt you." you explained in a soft tone, hoping not to provoke any more tears.

Koichi's hands hold your hands in a grip, "wait, please! We can fix this if we just try-!" You could tell Koichi wasn't speaking to you, instead, he was consoling himself.

Giving Koichi one more look of sympathy, you kissed the crown of his head and left.

For the following days of school, you passed through the halls often seeing Koichi's best friends comforting him as he wept. As much as it hurt to see Koichi in pain, it was for the best. Plus, Koichi had numerous girls/boys with crushes on him, he'd find a special someone sometime soon.

You, yourself, looked for someone special. Bizarrely, whenever you went out on a date it would end with your date yelling at you for "messing around". They blamed you for strange occurrences happening during the dates; something pulling their chair and making them fall on the ground, random sharp pains from what felt like a person slapping them, and someone putting salt into their drinks.

You thought you'd never find another person to love you, till your friend set you up with their cousin. He truly was a dreamboat, he was kind and passionate, and had a great sense of humor. During your date together, the strange occurrences did happen, but he didn't seem to mind. After the date, you decide to become a couple.

The few months together were going great, you even had gotten to the "I love you" stage of the relationship. Much to Koichi's dismay.

Koichi quickly fell into a depressing state. No matter how much Echoes messed with the boy he didn't get fed up. Koichi wanted the relationship to end fast, so he went to obtain guidance from Josuke and Okuyasu.

They suggested spreading rumors about your boyfriend, but Koichi knew the rumors would affect you too. They brought up several ideas and stuck with the best one they could think of.

While your boyfriend was alone, Josuke and Okuyasu set the plan into action. Your boyfriend was putting his stuff away in his locker, then he noticed two large figures behind him. "Uhh...can I help you?" He closes his locker giving the boys his full attention.

Josuke was first to speak, "do you know Y/n?" He nods, a sick feeling building up in his stomach. "Sorry to break this to ya' man, but y/n is cheating on ya'," Okuyasu informed placing a stack of photos in his hand.

Reluctantly your boyfriend looked through the photos. There was his evidence, all the photos had you kissing and hugging up to another boy. He let out a huff as he handed back the photos, "thanks for the heads up. I'm ending things with her today."

True to his word, he walked straight to your house and knocked on the door. A smile engulfed your face after looking into the peephole and seeing your beloved boyfriend. "Hey, babe-" you barely got out your sentence, halting halfway through when you examined his features. He looked more than pissed off.

"What the Fuck, is wrong with you?!" you jump back, his voice was powerful and frightening. "We're over, I can't believe I'd date such a cheating whore." before you could ask him what he meant, he took off.

you felt so miserable after the breakup, you didn't bother returning to school. All you did for the day was lay in bed watching comedies, expecting it to lift your spirit.

Other than going to make food or using the bathroom, you hardly left the bed.

For the first time, you left the bed for something other than food and the restroom. You followed the loud echoing of knocking, aggravated by the constant pummel. Surprisingly, Koichi stood behind the front door, clutching the leash that wielded his dog.

"Ko?" you questioned incredulously. Koichi let out a slightly nervous giggle, "hey y/n. I got the homework for today and yesterday." he presented a stack of paper. You give a small "thank you" before grabbing the papers.

An awkward silence engulfed the atmosphere. No one knew what else to say.

Koichi went to leave, but you reached for his hand, resulting in Koichi looking back at you. "do you want to..come in?" you asked. Koichi smiles, "sure."

You and Koichi sat in your living room enjoying the now comfortable silence. The mug Koichi held stung his hands a bit, due to the freshly poured green tea, he didn't mind it. "So..what happened? Are you okay?"

Your cheeks warmed at his concern, it felt like he was the only one to care for your absence at school, no one else came by to check in on you.

"Yeah, I guess I'm okay. Just been depressed," you confessed, the tip of your finger traced the ring of the mug you held. Koichi's concern increased, "depressed, why!?"

Koichi switched from the couch across from you to sitting right next to you. Your lip trembles, "My boyfriend broke up with me. He says I cheated but I'd never do that!"

Koichi held your hands in his, "I'll be here for you y/n, I know this is a hard time for you. If you ever need anything call me, I'll be there in a flash."

The heat in your cheeks raised. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was the only one to care for you, he really did love you. You started to fall for him all over again.

Just as Koichi planned.

Yukako

“Open this fucking door bitch!”

You shrieked as your ex-girlfriend slammed her fists against your bathroom door. You covered your ears. All you could do was mummer prayers as the banging became louder.

Who were you kidding, what could praying do to get you out of this relationship? It seemed like all you had was bad luck. You weren't sure why you deserve such a punishment as being her beloved. Perhaps it was because you agreed to go out with her.

The relationship between you and Yukako was healthy for only three months, then she became controlling. Her temper was short and she envied of anyone you interacted with. Yukako started to get physical with you, usually for small things she viewed as unacceptable.

You had enough, even if you loved her, you wouldn't stick around anymore. When you broke up with her, outrage couldn't even describe the way she felt. It didn't matter what she got her hands on, it was thrown your way. Luckily you dodged the items she flung in your direction.

You managed to avoid her after that night, of course, it wasn't a walk in the park. Irritated with searching for you she decided to relieve her stress with a sweet treat at the diner you and her went on your first date together.

Anger poured through her when she found you on a date with another woman. To Yukako, this was cheating, even if you told her you were breaking off the relationship she never agreed. So you still belonged to her.

She went ballistic, she tossed chairs that surrounded her at your date’s head. You tried your best to keep your date safe by running out of the restaurant. You grabbed your date and instructed her to go home as soon as possible, you would take care of Yukako: she would give you mercy. you couldn't say the same for her

You hid in your bathroom, stupidly. You were so paranoid, you forgot to grab a weapon but managed to yank the house phone. Yukako was very intelligent, she cut the phone line.

That's how you were in this situation.

You're only hope was to protect yourself, you could take advantage of the fact she was weak, physically. You needed to act fast, the door was breaking! You couldn't see anything to hit her with until your eyes landed on the mirror.

You banged your fists into the bathroom mirror, little by little the mirror broke into both small and large pieces. You grabbed the largest piece and tried to defend yourself.

Yukako had already created a hole in the door, it was like the scene from the shining. You kicked her hand, attempting to stop her from getting inside. It didn't work.

She opened the door, which caused you to swing the glass shard around. With your luck, you only cut her on the arm, it wasn't deep, but it still pissed her off. She got a good grip of your hair and yanked you out of the bathroom.

You wailed until she punched your throw. “Shut up! You aren't the actual one hurt here.” she scolded. She threw you against the wall, “if you want to live, I suggest you get on your knees and beg.”

You knew what she wanted. She wanted to hear praises from you. You knew the consequences if she didn't, she already was livid, it would be dumb not to obey her.

You got onto your knees and hugged her leg, “I'm sorry Yukako, baby. I shouldn't have hurt you, I promise to do better...just, please don't hurt me.” tears trickled down your cheeks.

You achieved your goal of calming her down. She bent down until she was face to face with you, she placed her hand on your cheeks. She wiped away the tears and kissed the crown of your forehead. “Oh, I'm going to punish you, but since your confession wasn't faux, I'll go easy on you. And after we can go out for dinner.”

It was foolish to think you could get out of her punishment. At least you'd get ice cream after.

Rohan

Rohan - "you're being childish. Go downstairs and order takeout for dinner."

You gawked at Rohan in astonishment. Honestly, you were a bit upset at yourself for anticipating Rohan to take you seriously. He never saw you as an equal.

"Rohan can you stop your work for at least a minute and speak to me?!" you raise your voice to get your point across. Rohan lets out an aggravated huff slumping against his work chair, the chair twists around revealing an irritated Rohan. His legs cross and his hands clasped together: one of the ways he gives his full attention.

"Let me make this short," Rohan clarifies, " I have no time for this, I need to finish my work before the deadline. Therefore, I'll end this conversation promptly. No, we are not breaking up, I won't allow it." and with that, he returned to his stupid work.

"Last time I checked you don't have the right to say what I can and can't do Rohan!" You moved towards the door, ready to finally leave your toxic relationship, but paused when the ringing sound of Rohan slamming his palms against his work desk echoed throughout the room.

"If you break up with me who will want you?! Surely no one would want a bitch who constantly yaps like an abandoned puppy when given no attention. "Rohan, stop working!" "Rohan, pay attention to me!" "Rohan, I'm such an annoying bitch!" Rohan mocked in a high pitch to resemble your voice.

His behavior hurt your feelings. Was it too much to ask for a little quality time? Or to care for your partner who barely takes good care of themselves?

"Don't open that door!" Rohan shouts, noticing you attempting to leave the room. His comment only encouraged you to open the door, you looked him straight in the eyes as you reached for the doorknob."I mean it y/n! If I have to chase you down those stairs I will!" Rohan promised as he inched away from his desk, ready to snatch you back at any given moment.

You fling the door open and dart down the stairs. Rohan follows you, increasing his speed enough to match yours.

You rush to the front door of the shared house you and Rohan owned, Rohan trailed behind you, running like a track star. As you push open the front door, Rohan yells behind you. You didn't care what he had to say.

After you escaped from Rohan's house, you stayed with a trusted friend, one Rohan never knew about.

Rohan must have forgotten about you, he didn't even try searching for you. While it was reliving, it still hurt to think he didn't care enough to look for you.

Your friend was there to comfort you through the hard times. And soon enough he became your boyfriend. The relationship was going well.

Five months into dating, everything was perfect. Well for you. Your boyfriend was getting stalked, for some odd reason he didn't want to inform the police. He told you the reason was there wasn't enough evidence.

After a long day off work, you came home; something felt off. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen: He was usually home at this time. You called and called out for him, yet he never answered.

A large knock on the door startled you ending your search party. You answered the door, slightly opening it enough for your head to peak out.

To your surprise, a Police Officer stood at the door. “May I help you,” you asked. The Officer gave a look of sadness, “I hate to inform you, but, we have found [lover name] dead in an alleyway behind his employment.

You attend his funeral not long after. It was quick due to the lack of currency his parents had, but it was still sweet. From afar Rohan watched with a smirk, he’d gotten rid of the pest.

And now all he needed to do was wait for you to come crying back to him.

Jotaro

“...”

Jotaro pinches the knob of the car radio, turning it until the car fell silent. “What Jolyne?” he asks looking into the rearview mirror. “Mommy is going out with a man from her job tonight. I heard her tell her friend over the phone.” Jolyne repeats.

Jotaro felt his heart drop. Jotaro focuses on the road ahead of him while his daughter babbles on about school. The divorce hadn't been finalized till six months ago, and you had already forgotten Jotaro.

It wounded both his feelings and pride.

As the headlights of the car, showed two pathways, a light bulb went off in Jotaro’s head. Instead of returning home, Jotaro would show up to the date; he could drop Jolyne off at her babysitter’s house.

Grabbing his flip phone from his back pocket, he put in the phone digits. The phone rang for a couple of minutes until someone picked up from the other side. “Hey, do you mind watching Jolyne for an hour or two?” he started the conversation in a monotone. “Of course Mr.Kujo!”

The conversation ended quickly. Jotaro turns the car’s direction around, Jolyne notices immediately, “Dad where are we going?” She questions curiously. “Change of plans. You’re going to Samantha’s house.”

Jolyne sadly looked out the window. Of course he wasn’t going to spend time with her, he probably had work to deal with. “Do you know where Mommy went for dinner.” Jotaro inquires as they inch closer to the babysitter’s house. “She said she was going to the Red lobster near our house.”

Jotaro drops Jolyne off at the babysitter. He doesn't waste a second getting in the car, he drives to the Red lobster with the speed of a mad man.

He must have been early, you were nowhere in sight. Jotaro took this time to hide, after all the man stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jotaro’s heartm skipped a beat when you entered the restaurant. You wore a long tight raven black dress, it shimmered and shined and hugged all your curves. You were beautiful. It ticked him off you didn’t dress for him.

Rather, for an average-looking man. Jotaro didn't know the guy but could tell he was nothing but trouble. A man looking to get laid.

Jotaro watched the whole date, growing angrier by the second since the guys continually stared at your tits. Jotaro failed to comprehend why you even agreed to go out with the asshole.

The date was over, you and your date said your goodbyes. You rode home while your date walked back home unaware of the upcoming danger.

The echo of the phone in his pocket caused him to pause. Your date answers his phone, “Hey! You know the chick from that tea and coffee cafe? Just went on a date with her.”

Placing a hand in pocket, he listened to the person on the other line. He lets out a nasty cackle that reminded Jotaro of nails scraping a chalkboard. “Yeah, I’ll bang her next date! That hot bod is just callin’ me.”

And just like that, Jotaro was given permission to absolutely beat the living shit out of this guy. Starplatinum clutches the guy’s throat with a deadly grip. The phone drops out of the guy’s hand, falling onto the ground. “Hello?” the person on the phone calls out, Jotaro uses his large boot to smash the phone.

“I’m going to beat you until your dead.”

[bygiornogiovanna]

"We really are meant for each other, aren't we?"

Yandere! Josuke Higashikata x Yandere! Reader

Summary: You move to Morioh and Josuke wants to be friends with you. What happens when, after spending months only with Josuke and his group, a boy interferes with you? What will Josuke do? And, what happens when he finds out you two are the same?

word count: 2.9k

tw!: violent fight scenes, slight manipulation, sexual tension, blood, yandere behavior, reader uses their stand to beat up two girls

this was a random idea I had. also, yandere josuke >>. don't forget to leave me any requests you want. enjoy!!

Your life was pretty simple until you moved to Morioh. Oh, and how simple it was. Nobody was talking to you, you weren't talking to anybody. You didn't have a crush, you weren't worried about anything other than getting good grades. You would simply entertain yourself with your power, growing roses and taking care of them. Oh yes, you had some kind of power that was only seen by you. It was like a second-you, but like, invisible! You could grow roses with or without thrones and climb high buildings with its help. It was also fast, not letting anything hurt you. At first, when you accidentally discovered it by dodging a dart you didn't even know was thrown at you, you were scared. Over time, you grew fond of it and started using it to your advantage: like when you broke a weirdo's leg because he was cat-calling you.

Anyways, you thought your life would be the same as it was...

Until you met him. Him and his stupidly attractive face. Him and his sweet personality. He who loved to tease you. He, who came straight to you after your first week of high school and asked to be your friend. Higashikata Josuke.

At first, you didn't think much of your first meeting. It was kind of awkward:

You were never approached, therefore you didn't know how to react so you just stared at him. He raised a brow and tilted his head, confused.

"Hey, did you hear me? I asked what's your name. I know you're new here so, I thought, you know, maybe we could be friends." You heard the taller boy speak to you again and you blinked.

"I...uhm...I'm Y/N. I...Yeah, we could be friends, I guess." You replied shyly, scratching the back of your head.

"Mm, this sounds like you think I'm not good enough to be your friend, doesn't it?" He asked in a teasing tone, a small smirk planted on his face.

"I-It's not that! I just...Back in my town, I didn't have any friends so I thought that it will be the same here and you...kinda caught me off guard." A blush crept up your face and you took a step back.

After that he introduced you to his friends: Koichi and Okuyasu and you were quickly accepted. As months passed, you two became closer. His mom already knew you since he invited you over many times.

The downside was that you started developing feelings for him. You weren't sure if he felt the same since he was friendly with everybody. You also learned that he hated when somebody insulted his hair so you made sure to always compliment it.

One thing that annoyed you at him was that he was popular. Everybody liked Josuke. They didn't have any reason not to, but it still made you angry that girls were all over him, greeting and complimenting him. And why was he so nice to them? He had you now! He didn't need them!

"Hi, Josuke." You smiled at him as he picked you up from your third class. "How was your English exam?"

"Hm, fine I think. Might get an 80 or 85, who knows. How about you? What did you do at Biology?" Josuke asked, knowing you were stressed about it these last weeks.

"Probably a 95! I think I got one answer wrong, but it was only 5 points so no problem!" You said, happy you were finally over with them.

"There's my smartass." He smirked, ruffling your hair. You two started walking to the cafeteria, when you heard two girls running towards you, yelling Josuke's name. They quickly got there and started clinging onto him, giving him the same old compliments, making you roll your eyes. You had enough of their bullshit and you knew exactly what to do: Deal with them after school, since you knew their usual spot. It was behind the school, less crowded so it would be easy to deal with them.

"I forgot my pencil case in class, I'll go get it." You tell Josuke, well...At least tried to, since the girls somehow multiplied and from two, they became six. You sighed irritated and went back to your class, grabbing your dark blue pencil case. You opened it to see if anything was missing when you suddenly saw a small piece of paper in there. 'Meet me in the school's garden, I wanna talk. -Haru'. Haru, who was it? Ah yes, the tall, brunette boy which whom you shared both Biology and Chemistry classes. He was cute, even hot you could say, but you barely talked. What could he possibly want to talk with you?

Shrugging, you debated in your head if you should go or not. You had nothing to lose, if he tried anything weird, you could use Rose Kiss to break his arms and run away. Stuffing your pencil case in your backpack, you headed to the school's garden with a small smile on your face. He was standing on a bench near the roses with a small bouquet of blue lilies in his hands. You patted his back, offering him an amused smile when he turned scared at you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." You said and he somehow looked...relieved when he realized it was you.

"Wow, you actually came! Take a seat please!" Haru said, patting the place beside him. "I c-can't believe you actually came, wow. Oh also, this is for you. I know you like flowers, but roses seemed kinda boring so I brought these!" You raised a brow at how flustered he was, accepting the beautiful lilies. They smelled incredible and they were really pretty.

"Thank you. They are incredible. Also, why wouldn't I? I'm surprised you invited me here, we barely talked and you didn't seem to notice me." You giggled softly, smelling the lilies again.

"How couldn't I notice you? You are so pretty and you are also really smart! Also, you are kind and honest and I don't know why don't people talk to you. I've only seen you with Higashikata and his friends." Haru let out a small sigh and you couldn't help but blush at his words. This is how people viewed you? As pretty, honest, smart, and kind? This was a much-needed confidence boost.

"T-Thanks. What did you want to talk about, Haru?" You asked, curiosity taking over you.

"Actually, nothing. I just wanted to spend time with you and you know, maybe become friends." The boy beside you said and he offered you a bright smile when you let out a small "Sounds good". This was the start of a new friendship.

Over the past week, you started spending a little less time with Josuke and more time with Haru. He made you forget about your worries targeting Josuke, distracting you from him and his fangirls. Of course, you didn't lose your feelings for Josuke, still feeling jealous whenever he was close to girls, but it was nice having a distraction.

—

That did not go unnoticed by Josuke. He felt rage bubbling up inside him whenever he saw you and him laughing. Why were you laughing as much with Haru? Did you replace him? You were his, you didn't need that boy! He wasn't even half as attractive or as good as him. His frown deepened when you and he walked into the cafeteria laughing, you hitting his shoulder randomly while a small blush was covering your cheeks. Josuke threw you two a glare that ugly that if looks could kill, you both would be dead already. But he wasn't mad at you, of course. How could he be mad at such a perfect person as you? No, he was mad at that boy. How dare he think that he was good for you? Nobody was good enough for you, except himself. He was here first. He was your first friend, he was the first to see you cry, and he was the first to come over to your house. He was the only one who deserved you.

"What's wrong man?" He heard Okuyasu ask, taking a deep breath.

"Nothing," Josuke mumbled, massaging his temples. His rage could probably be seen on his face so he tried to calm down. He needed to have a small talk with that boy before he did something. He got up, made sure you were somewhere else, and went to where he was seated. "Hello, Haru." He said in a calm tone, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Can we talk?"

"Oh, Josuke? Yeah sure, is there something wrong?" Haru frowned. Why did Josuke want to talk with him?

"Somewhere more private, if we could." He requested and the shorter boy nodded, getting up and following him. Probably his biggest mistake, after the fact that he decided to talk with you.

The two boys arrived at a secluded part of the school, where Josuke simply put his hands into his pockets. "I will only say this once." He started, looking dead serious. "You will stay away from Y/N. You will not be their deskmate anymore. You will not give them gifts anymore. And you definitely will not spend time with them. Don't even look in their direction. They are mine and mine only. Did I make myself clear?"

Yep, clearly a mistake.

"No, I won't? You aren't Y/N's boyfriend, you have no right to tell me what to do." Another mistake. Josuke huffed annoyed, rolling his eyes.

"I don't think you understand what's happening here. I'm not giving you a choice, I'm not asking you to stay away from them. I'm telling you to."

"And I'm telling you that I won't listen to you. Why do you think Y/N prefers staying with me more than she prefers staying with you? They don't like you." Haru said, rolling his eyes.

"You seem to not understand. It's fine if you don't want to listen. I'll make you listen." Josuke says and takes Crazy Diamond out. Before Haru knows it, he feels something grab him by the neck and slam him against the nearest wall. Then, he felt as if he was being punched by someone, but Josuke never moved from his original place. What the hell was happening?!

Josuke smirked letting Crazy Diamond use the poor boy as a punching bag. "Tell me now, dear Haru. Will you listen to me? I can easily heal you if you swear you will never get close to Y/N again." He said after some time, getting bored of watching the boy being beaten up by his stand.

"Y-Yes! P-Please, let me go!" The boy screamed and the taller one started laughing, making his stand let him down, Haru's body hitting the ground.

"I didn't hear you swear," Josuke said, getting closer to him, his hands still in his pockets.

"I s-swear I will never get close to them again." The boy was covered in blood, groaning in pain. He was about to pass out when Josuke made his stand to heal him.

"If you ever do as much as look at them again, what happened now will be a child's play compared with what am I going to do to you. Also, you will not say a thing about it to anyone, got it?" He whispered and the boy nodded in fear. "Good."

—

While he finished with Haru, you found yourself in the same situation as Josuke. As you were in the school, fixing yourself while looking in the little mirror in your hands, you heard two girls talk about how one of them finally kissed Josuke's cheek. You felt anger fill you up when you heard the oh-so-exciting news.

"You did what?" You asked, your voice going down with two octaves, rage plastered on your face. You were in one of the school's emptiest halls, the one that lead to your Physics laboratory.

"What, are you deaf? I kissed his cheek. Don't tell me you like him, weirdo." The shorter girl said, her high-pitched voice scratching your brain in the wrong places.

"Stay away from Josuke. He's mine." You said, stopping before them.

"Pfft, don't make me laugh. Josuke would never look at someone like you. He is just nice to you since he knows nobody would like you either way and he is too kind to be mean. I even heard you had no friends before him." The other one says, making you grab the bridge of your nose.

"Do I look like I'm kidding? You stay away from him and we will be good. Or else, you will find out I'm not somebody whose nerves you play with." You threatened, your stand already summoned. You knew they couldn't see it, but it made you feel more powerful.

"Aish, you really think you are scaring us? You are just crazy about him and don't realize he will never see you more than his classmate. Bet you think you will be together with him one day." They laughed, rolling their eyes.

"Fine..." You mumbled, smirking as your stand was behind them.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off you-" The first one wants to say but Rose Kiss grabbed them by their necks, slamming their head together.

"Now tell me, what would you like to have broken more, legs or arms? Or maybe, I could break your neck! Or...hm, maybe rip off your dirty lips for even trying to kiss my Josuke." You said, and judging by the fear on their faces, you knew you look psychotic. "Oh, I know! I will do all of them!" You said, slamming them against each other as if they were some useless dolls, laughing at their pleas. You were having fun breaking their limbs when you remembered you had a class to attend.

"As much as I would like to break every single one of your bones for making me endure seeing your filthy hands touching my Josuke every single fucking day, I have to go, class. Now, to end this, you two will never go near him again. You won't even breathe next to him. And tell your friends this too. I don't want to see any of you around him, or else I will make sure that Morioh's hospitals will be full of you little shits. Did I make myself clear?" You said in a sweet tone, sending them a bittersweet smile.

"Y-Yes! J-Just leave us alone!" One of them screamed and you noticed both of them were bleeding. You clicked your tongue, closed your eyes to calm down, and turned on your heels.

After the long, boring rest of the day, you head back home. When you entered and were about to go upstairs, you felt somebody pull you by your wrist. Startled, you wanted to punch the intruder, but when you turned and saw Josuke, you stiffened.

"Y'know, what you put up in the hall during the physics class was quite a show, dear. Even though, I have to say I'm glad to find out I'm yours." The boy said in a playful tone, leaning over you.

"H-How much did you see?" You stuttered, backing away, scared that he might hate you. You didn't even ask what he was doing here, the news about him knowing what you did was too shocking.

"Hm, sadly I only saw the parts after you said you were going to do "all of them". Not sure what those 'them' were, but still." He didn't seem scared, nor disgusted, he actually seemed... amused? He slowly pushed you until your back hit the wall. "But tell me, Y/N..." Josuke mumbled, leaning to whisper in your ear. "Why do you call me yours, but ignore me for that little boy, Haru?" He asked in a different tone, sending shivers down your spine.

"I...I don't like Haru." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt him that close to you. You were going insane with every second you felt the heat of his body and you inhaled his scent.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't. In fact, you are not allowed to like him." You let a small whimper leave your throat when you feel his teeth nibble at your ear. "You're going to pay for this."

"P-Pay for what?" You stuttered, your breathing uneven.

"For driving me this mad." Said Josuke when you gripped his shoulders tightly. "Before you came here, everything was normal. After you came...You've been on my mind every single day ever since I met you. I knew we were meant to be. And the fact that you have a stand makes it even more lovely. We are made for each other, aren't we?" Him saying those mad things to you made you rub your thighs together, whimpering again and again when you felt him biting at your soft flesh.

"J-Josuke, please." You mumbled, already air-headed by his touch.

"Say it. Say we are meant for each other and I'll do whatever you want me to." You whined at his tone, letting out a soft cry.

"We are meant for each other. I'm yours, Josuke. Only yours." You said in a shaky breath and he caught your lips between his.

We could say you two had a really fun time together.

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[yanderememes]

POV Yandere Jojos

not sfw (in some parts) 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, you will be blocked

TW: kidnapping, dub con, non con, baby trapping, physical abuse, psychological abuse, gaslighting, stalking, degradation, harassment, blood

afab in Jonathan’s part, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Please forgive me!

Here ya go darlings~ enjoy the yandere content. I put a lot of time and effort into these so I hope yall like them 🙏

[testopluv]

"My little diamond." | Yandere! Josuke x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Stalking, forced relationship, violence, yandere, josuke just beating the shit outta ppl basically, swear words, possibly bad writing, sexual harassment, non con kissing, death to a minor character

Summary: You go to your favorite gaming store and some asshole hits on you but not on josuke's watch.

btw this is kinda rushed bc I want to go to sleep ok bye. lololol

It was a nice warm afternoon in Morioh town, Japan. You were walking around the corner of josuke and his friends hangout spot, surprisingly, it was just josuke drinking out of a soda can. He was sitting like the average delinquent. "Josuke, what are you doing here by yourself?" You asked the 16 year old josuke. Josuke stands up with both hands in pocket and looks up at you, his face was blank but it quickly turns into a casual smile that he has always had. "Koichi and okuyasu are supposed to be coming so we can meet up with each other, what are you doing walking all by yourself? It's dangerous out here ya' know." Josuke says while looks around you to see if anyone was following you. "Oh, I was just walking to (insert game store name here) to get a game I've always wanted. I finally have the money now so I'm really excited." "Alrighty (y/n), hope you get the game you want. Have fun." Josuke waves to you, he says goodbye so he doesn't stop you from buying the game you want. You wave back in a friendly way and you're on your way.

Little do you know he stood up and walked behind you when you were a little far from where he was.

"Welcome to (game store name), how may I help you?" "Hello, I wanted to know if have this game in?" You tell the person at the counter. "Oh yes of course, everyone has been buying this game I don't think we have enough to give out to everyone, Haha!" The worker tells you, you giggle and buy the game. You were so excited you couldn't wait to get home.

You stepped out of the store and starting making your way down the street to your house but you were stopped by a somewhat big and older man that smelt just like a douchebag. "Hey baby, wanna go somewhere private for a "little" bwahahaha!" He says while grabbing your waist and your face, you look at him with disgust when he makes his hands to your chest. You were about to scream but josuke was suddenly standing right in front of you. He has his head down and fist balled up. "What do ya want ya lil' shrimp? Your hair looks like steak I could eat it with barbque sauce!" This was his biggest mistake but josuke fists became shakey with anger. "What was that you fuckin' ugly pig?!?" Josuke was pissed. First this bastard harassed you AND insults his hair?? Oh he's dead for sure now. The guy harassing you lets go because he's scared to see what josuke is going to do to him. "I'll punch your face in!" Josuke exclaims. He didn't even raise his fist but in a blink of an eye the guy is flying and is bleeding like crazy. He's going to get the beating of a life time (like Rohan LMAOOO), Josuke is on top of the guy bashing his face him. It looks like the guys face has changed from josuke's punches. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET YOU PRICK, PEOPLE LIKE YOU BELONG IN HELL!" He stands up and stomps on the guys face causing blood to splatter, even some got on josuke's hair, face and uniform. The guy isn't moving anymore, he's lifeless. "JOSUKE STOP IT! HE'S DEAD!" "GOOD. I COULD GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT HIM." He rubs his shoes on the guys face and kicks it. "That's what he fucking deserves." Josuke says while spitting on the guy's face.

You have never seen josuke act like this, you've seen him act angry when someone insults his hair but not like this. Not when there's blood splatter and josuke not caring at all about it.

You were in shock from the event and your eyes look at the lifeless body and then at josuke. Josuke huffs and puffs and walks over to you. You think he's going to hurt you so you shrink into the corner. Josuke stops in front of you with blood on his face, hands and clothes. He kneels down and looks at you with a smile, the same smile he gave you at the store. You were crying and begging for him to not hurt you, he finds that cute. He gently brushes his hand against your cheek, sadly, you flinch away from his touch like he's a monster. He truly is hurt by that. "Babe, why did you flinch did I do something wrong?" Josuke was delusional, he called you babe? Since when did this relationship start??? "It's ok, I understand. Something's partners go through silent treatment phases." Josuke grabs your chin and kisses you with his bloody lips. Your eyes widen in horror and try to push him off. He pulls you closer instead smashing his lips onto yours. You finally pull away for air and to escape.

You try to run away from josuke crying for someone to save you, suddenly someone grabs your ankle bringing you down to the ground. You look behind you to see, of course it was josuke. Josuke was on top of you pinning you down. He pulls down to your ear whispering..

"My little diamond, why are you refusing my love? Just say you want me and maybe I'll let go of you."

[thornybubbles]

Yandere JoJo Headcanons: What Makes Them Dangerous (Josuke)

Josuke’s unstable emotions and anger issues are a big factor in what makes him so dangerous. Unlike the previous Jojos, Josuke does little to hide how possessive and obsessive he is. He’s perfectly normal most of the time, but if he feels his hold on you is threatened in any way, he loses his mind. He considers the attempt to try to come between the two of you a worse crime than insulting his hair, and considering how much he values his hairstyle, that’s really saying something. 

Josuke’s jealousy is another factor in how dangerous of a yandere he is. Outside of his small friend group, Josuke is suspicious of anyone that tries to get close to you. It gets even worse if you start spending too much time with someone other than him. He starts imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios where you cheat on him or try to leave him for someone else. His violent tendencies come out in full force then. He’ll go after anyone he thinks is taking up your time. Why would you want to spend time with anyone else anyway? Isn’t he your boyfriend? Isn’t he enough? What more could you possibly want from him? What do those other guys have that he doesn’t have? What does he have to do to get your attention back on him? Who does he have to kill??!!

Josuke’s main danger factor though is how unpredictable he is. One moment he’s all lovey dovey, smiling, and happy, the next he’s giving some unfortunate fool death glares while holding onto you just a bit too tightly. It’s almost impossible to tell what will set him off. A simple glance from you in the direction of another guy may be all it takes to have doubts, fears, and suspicions swimming around in Josuke’s muddled brain. If you don’t find a way to soothe his fears and insecurities, things WILL get violent. It’s your fault for making him feel this way, Reader. You know how crazy you make him, so why are you looking at other guys? If you’re not careful, Josuke may decide to teach you a lesson, instead. 

[crypticspacecat]

Stalker's Tango Part I (Yan!JosukexFem!Reader)

I finally got some creativity flowing yall, here's part 1 of stalker's tango requested by @mochimizuki121

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL BE NSFW, ESPECIALLY NEAR THE END (PART 3).

PART2

PART3

Part I

Saying that Josuke’s new neighbor captivated him would be a major understatement. The young woman just moved next door and already had his heart beating out of his chest. The moment he saw her through his window, he knew that he wanted her, no, needed her. He could barely say a word when she came to greet him.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N), I moved here from (Home Country). It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She gleams, shaking the speechless man’s hand.

“Hey, I’m Josuke Higashikata. I’ve pretty much lived here my whole life.” He says sheepishly, red dusting his cheeks. He invites the new neighbor into his house despite the anxiety running through his veins. Thankfully, she’s able to initiate the conversation, he’s captivated by her sweet voice as she talks about her hobbies and her childhood. Josuke’s trance is suddenly broken by the sound of his mother’s voice.

“Josuke! You didn’t tell me you were having company.” Tomoko lightly scolds, walking into the living to see an unfamiliar face.

“Oh, this is our new neighbor (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my mom, Tomoko.” He said, introducing the two women.

“Oh, hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Higashikata.” (Y/N) greets, a soft smile spread across her face. Josuke excuses himself to the bathroom, giving the two the chance to be fully acquainted. He actually didn’t need to use the restroom, he eavesdrops as the women chat about their background and college experiences.

“My mom likes her already! I’ll definitely have no issue getting her blessing!” He thinks to himself, blushing at the thought of the beautiful girl in a wedding dress. His thoughts are quickly interrupted by a new piece of information shared by (Y/N).

“I actually had a job secured when I moved here, but unfortunately the owner died a week ago causing the business to shut down.”

“Oh yes! That bookstore had been around for 30 years, Mr. Tanaka was a really sweet man.” Tomoko points out, looking out the window solemnly. Josuke smirks to himself. As an EMT, he can definitely use his networking skills to land (Y/N) a job to get even closer to her.

“They are looking for medical assistants at the local hospital. I can put in a good word for you if you want.” Josuke mentions, walking in casually like he just wasn’t listening in. (Y/N) gives him a soft smile, making the now-adult feel like a teenage boy in love for the first time.

“Thanks so much, Josuke! I really appreciate it, I owe you big time!” The young woman beams, giving him a firm hug.

“Aw, it’s nothing.” The pompadoured man mutters sheepishly, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

“So, who’s this girl you’ve been talking about?” Okuyasu asks, casually sipping a can of soda.

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about her nonstop for days now.” Koichi mentions.

“She’s a new neighbor of mine, her name is (Y/N). She’s really sweet…and beautiful.” Josuke gushes. For the past few nights, all he dreamed about was her. The perfect wedding, seeing her walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, her hair perfectly pinned up and her skin glowing in the sun. The nights he spent wondering what will their honeymoon be like. The night he makes love to her, he wonders if she’s a virgin. The thought of being her first makes his heart flutter and has been the cause of many sessions alone lost in the sea of pleasure. His daydreaming is suddenly cut off by a soft voice calling for him. “Hey, fancy seeing you here.” The young woman greets. Koichi’s cheeks turn a light shade of red while Josuke’s right-hand man looks at her beauty with awe.

“Hey! Guys, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my closest friends, Okuyasu and Koichi.” He greets, gesturing to his best friends. She gives them a small wave. Koichi waves back while Okuyasu still looks at her like a deer in headlights, making (Y/N) softly giggle.

“I just wanted to let you know I got the job, thanks again! I start Monday.” She mentions, causing Josuke to turn beet red in the face.

“No problem, I’m glad i’ll be able to see you more.”

“So where are ya from?” Okuyasu questions, seemingly out of his trance.

“I’m from a small city in (Home Country). I’ve lived there my whole life.”

“I’m kind of familiar with that city, I hear they have a really good art school.” Koichi points out. (Y/N) starts to tell them about the art school as her sibling was a student at that school. As she talks about the school and other things the city has to offer, Josuke can’t help but internally scream. His mom likes her and so do his closest friends! Everything is going all according to plan.

“The only thing now is to make things official.” He thinks to himself as he looks at the young woman with heart-shaped eyes. She’s his soulmate and he’ll make sure everyone knows this.

‘It's not that complicated

No matter what they say

I'll never meet another you

It's not that difficult

To get my head around

I'll never meet another you’

[buggyscellmate]

Jealous Josuke x fem reader scenario (doesn't have to be yandere)

Jealous Josuke x Fem Reader

Warning(s): Jealousy, possible toxic relationship, reader discretion is advised.

Josuke would be the first to admit that he hadn’t always had the best temper, knowing just how easy it was so make him flip his lid. Just about everyone in Morioh has heard about what happens when insult the hair of Josuke Higashikata, though they didn’t know there were other ways to piss off the delinquent. Unfortunately, neither did you, his girlfriend who’d always seen Josuke as a sweetheart despite his mischievous tendencies.

You didn’t know that seeing you talking to Yuya Fungami would set him off the way it did, bringing out an ugly jealousy in Josuke that you were unfamiliar with. Unbeknownst to you, Josuke had been watching the conversation you held with the other delinquent in front of the school. Usually you’d already be walking home with Josuke but he’d told you to go on without him since he had to stay behind and help Okuyasu with something, luckily enough that something got taken care of quicker than he thought so he’d hoped to catch you before you left.

He definitely did, he caught you. Josuke caught his darling girlfriend talking to that filthy, womanizing, good for nothing bastard.

“Oi, babe.” He would call out as he approached you two, his usual happy and jovial demeanor replaced with one that looked very annoyed with what he saw. It definitely seemed off to you, but it was something to ask about later.

“Oh hey, I thought you were busy.” You greeted with a smile as Josuke wrapped his arms around you, though for some reason it didn’t feel as sweet as it usually did. “It ended early.” He’d reply nonchalantly, though the way he said it didn’t match his expression as you looked up to see the tall boy glaring down Yuya.

“Higashikata.” Yuya greeted curtly before turning his attention to you. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll catch you later and we can finish this conversation.” He told you, offering a smile that did nothing to relieve the tension between the males. You gave a nod, “Okay, I’ll catch you later.” You assured, giving a wave before the biker would quickly leave you and your boyfriend alone.

“I don’t want you talking to him.” Josuke mumbled, now pouting as he dropped the tough exterior he’d put on. With a sigh and a shake of your head you’d unwrap his arms from around you and take his hand in you own. “Why is that?” You asked him, swinging your hands gently as you walked through the schools gates.

“He’s just a no good guy, he has so many girls and thinks he’s better than everyone.” Josuke shrugged as he held your hand a little tighter, looking at you with an almost scarily serious look on his face. “Promise me you won’t speak to him again.”

|| Note: Sorry if it’s too short, I just figured you’d prefer a clean and neat scenario. I hope you enjoyed it though, I plan on doing more like these and am still taking requests so please don’t be afraid to leave any! <3

[ddarker-dreams]

i think it’s time... we out here doing it... writing yandere jjba headcanons of my favs

Dio (SDC):

There’s a lot of spare time for Dio as he can only go out at night, and his body is still becoming accustomed to Jonathan’s. This means a few unfortunate souls will become preyed upon so he can pass the time, and you happen to become one of them.

At first, you were going to be another plaything -- but then disposed after he drinks your blood. But your defiance and no nonsense personality, despite your own fear, was amusing to Dio. He let you do what you wanted, while knowing he could kill you at any time.

It’s frustrating, as you know Dio finds delight in how you’re scared of him. To spite him, you act as confident as you can. It’s hard to tell whether or not he sees through your little act.

Keeps you near him at all times, asking you a variety of questions. Dio lets you live longer than he intended to originally, and he’s not entirely sure why. There’s just something about you that’s so intriguing, you always kept him guessing.

When he was able to be with you, you were always monitored. Pet Shop was instructed to make sure you never left, along with Terence D’Arby tending to any of your needs.

Will love using The World to sneak around you, softly chuckling every time you jump at his sudden appearance. Would also use the suspended time to kiss you, leaving you confused by the feelings you experienced. You could’ve sworn that someone was touching your neck, but no one was there right? 

Dio focuses a lot of attention to your neck. He loves putting his hands over it, and biting the area. Although it takes a lot of self control not to sink into you, and drink lots of your blood. 

There are times where he allows himself a taste of you, and he loves it. You wince as he’ll dig his teeth into your soft skin, but he’s enjoying himself too much to notice your discomfort. Dio will apologize afterwards, eyes glazed over with lust. 

Jotaro Kujo:

It felt impossible to know that Jotaro had taken any interest in you. Every time you ever ran into him, it felt like he despised you. He would barely say anything to you, and when he did, it was pointed and unfriendly. For the most part you tried to avoid him when possible.

He knows basically everything about you. Jotaro wasn’t sure why he was observing you, but he just made a habit of it. All your daily routines are memorized and soon will everything about you as well. 

Doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings. Goes out of his way to get rid of anyone that he feels is bothering you, whether or not they actually are. Tends to get rid of anyone that flirts with you the most, then threatens them to stay away from you.

He feels like he’s being nicer to you. But by most people’s standards it’d be hard to tell. He would begin to greet you curtly when he saw you, much to your own surprise. 

Wants to have you by his side at all times if possible. He feels a strange, foreign sense of loneliness when you’re not near him. So Jotaro decides to simply ask what he wants for, you.

Whether or not you accept his request is up to you. He’ll most likely come up to you, tucking his hat down. You’re unsure if you saw a blush, but you think you might have.

“... Date me.”

“What?”

Honestly it’s probably the most shocking moment in your entire life. Jotaro, who was a known punk in your circles, asking you out? You would’ve thought he was joking, but he looked dead serious. And kinda intimidating.

You might be inclined to say yes just because you’re worried what he’d do if you said no. It’s a smart decision to say yes, as it would be a much less desirable outcome otherwise...

Josuke Higashikata:

Kinda a cute yandere at first? Really endearing. Follows you around like a lost puppy, and is extremely friendly towards you. He’ll do literally anything to get you to warm up to him. Which doesn’t take much, as he’s a fun person to be around. You find yourself befriending Josuke fast.

Is it a coincidence, or is he always where you were going? It felt like you ran into him often, but you never thought much of it. Morioh felt like a small town at times, after all. You never make any sinister connections between Josuke almost always knowing where you are.

He tries to take you away from your own friend group, wanting to monopolize your time. “Playfully” pouty if you choose to hang out with someone else other than him. But it starts to evolve into worse behavior if he feels like you’re choosing others over him too often.

A few private “conversations” fixes this issue easily. People that were once close to you avoid you now, a nervous look on their face. But before this could bother you, Josuke would show up and distract you. Taking you to your favorites places, and generally just goofing off with you.

It’s pretty obvious that he has a crush on you at this point, or that’s all you think it is at first. But what he feels for you in his own mind is beyond that, he loves you. 

Super cute boyfriend. He’ll do all the mushy stuff you want, if you ever bought him matching stuff he’d wear it happily. Every moment he spends with you is one he loves. 

But on the flip side, there are times he can be a bit overbearing. Asking you questions that seem innocent, but have a sinister undertone. Always wondering where you were when you weren’t by his side, and asks who you were talking to.

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

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Game over

Tw: poorly written

The cashier looks you up and down, then back at the game you were purchasing. "You sure ya' want this game?" she questioned in a judgemental tone. You scowl at her attitude, "yeah. My friend has been bugging me to get it." you weren't lying, but this wasn't the game your friend bothered you into buying. This game intrigued you more than the game you were originally meant to buy.

"Dating in Morioh Cho." the cashier reads the title out loud. Her expression changes, "ah, I remember this game. The boss found it in an old box of games. If I remember they were from Japan in the 90’s." she scans the game case and places the game into a small plastic bag.

You grab the bag and walk towards the exit, you halt your next action when the cashier shouts at you, in an attempt to grab your attention. "Hey, the game may not work. Feel free to bring it back whenever."

The breeze of the A.C greets you at the door when you enter the house. It felt so nice to be in a cool environment; the summer heat was unforgiving most of the time. No matter where you were, you found yourself melting from the sun's radiation. The only time you weren't an ice cream melting into a puddle was when you stayed inside your house, where the A.C was.

You grab cold water from the fridge and walk towards your room. As soon as the door opens you flop onto your bed, the chilly untouched sheets cool your skin. You grab the plastic GameStop bag and take out the game. The cover of the game is pretty interesting, the cover has a purple heart with an arrow piercing it, in bold letters the title says "Dating in Morioh Cho."

You open the case, hurting your fingertips in the process. Inside was a filthy disk covered in dust and smudged with fingerprints from someone's dirty hands. You take the hem of your shirt and clean it off. Now that the disk was clean, you place it into your console.

Before anything appears on the screen, sentimental music fades in setting the mood. You could only describe the music as watching the sunset with a significant other. The sky is a blend of yellow and pink, you have your head laying on their shoulder: Something nostalgic in an old romantic movie.

The opening starts and shows a Japanese school. Four options pop into the screen: Start dating, settings, new game, and chat.

You were confused why there was a chat option. This was a dating simulator. Why would you need to chat with anyone? Not wanting to think much about the weird option you press the 'start dating' option.

Narrator: Your legs start to burn as you pedal your way towards school. You needed to make it before you were tardy. Due to the rapid speed of your bike, you began to lose control. You swerve left and right to give you less of a chance of crashing or getting hit by any incoming cars. A rock in the road causes you to fly in the air; you close your eye awaiting the pain from hitting the concrete. Unexpectedly something catches you before you hit the ground.

???: are you okay?!

Narrator: you open your eyes to get a look at your Savior. He had deep blue eyes and a unique well-kept haircut. wait a minute, this was Josuke Higashikata, the most popular boy in school.

Josuke: hey, are you okay? You could have gotten hurt.

Before josuke's character's lips moved while his dialogue auto-played. But his character just looked at you in awe. "Maybe it's a glitch." Josuke's character quickly pulled itself out of its trance as his lips moved as the dialogue played.

Josuke: You're new. What's your name?

Enter name; (y/n)

You have entered the name y/n.

Josuke: wow! You have a pretty name.

Narrator: A smile expands on the teen's face, he had seen you around school a few times. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to you. He helps you onto your feet.

Josuke: Wanna walk to school. I'll carry your bicycle.

Y/n: yeah, I don't mind.

Narrator: the two of them start to walk to school, they introduce themselves to each other. They found themselves in a conversation about their interests, surprisingly they both enjoyed prince and fashion. They became so interested in the conversation they didn't notice they had already arrived at their destination.

You became obsessed with the game after a few months. The bizarre thing was no one recognized the game you spoke of. You decided to look online for the game, maybe there was a fandom. All the results google gave you told you the game ceased to exist, which confused you since you had the game, whatever.

Josuke and you had passed the friends stage, now you were on your first date. Tonino's restaurant was the first background in the game that wasn't the school. It was refreshing to have more scenery.

Josuke: I and my best friend Okuyasu used to come here often. We don't anymore, he's a phony now. All the people here are fake, except you and me.

Y/n: Don't worry JoJo, I won't leave ya'

Narrator: Josuke flushes at both the nickname and your words. He attempts to cover up his red cheeks by turning around where his back was facing you.

Josuke: thanks...It gets lonely at times.

Narrator: Not soon after Tonio arrives with a plate of spaghetti. When Tonio read your palms he decided to give you a plate of spaghetti because, in his words, "you both remind me of the tramp and the lady."

Narrator: The two ate their food, trying their best not to maintain eye contact with each other. It was a bit embarrassing they were eating from the same plate, both fighting over whom gets the next meatball.

Josuke: oh, I forgot. If you are too tired to play the game, you can chat with me. You can chat with me by clicking 'chat' in the menu.

Now it made sense for the reason the option was there. Not only that, you wouldn't have to wait for everything to load. It was clever.

Josuke: anyway, I don't think I've ever said this but-"

Narrator: Josuke shifts his position and places a hand on his cheek while he stares deeply into your eyes.

Josuke: you're beautiful. Everything about you is; your hair, smile, eyes. Hell, I really think that (band name) shirt is cute on ya'.

You paused at the mention of your shirt. How'd he know what shirt you were wearing? You carried on with the game. To you, it could have been some bizarre coincidence. 

-

Every day after school, you and Josuke chated online. He was fun to converse with. You wanted to talk to him more than you wanted to speak with your actual friends. Embarrassing as it was, you started to develop a crush on Josuke. But in your defense, Josuke seemed so human. He responded to your massages felt like a random teen boy who definitely wasn't a video game character.

The more time you spent with Josuke, the more Josuke became...obsessive. If you didn't reply to Josuke's texts he'd text you every two seconds, "y/n why aren't you talking to me?" "Stop talking to that asshole and talk to me!" "Who are you with?" These questions and texts freaked you out. How would he know you were talking to a guy?!

Random times you would find your computer screen on with Josuke staring dead at you. Did you leave the game on unconsciously?

Even though you had already looked up the game and got no results, you had to look up Josuke's name. Many articles popped up. From reading most of the articles, you got the story. Josuke Higashikata was a student in Morioh Cho. One day he vanished with no trace left behind.

Your eyes widened when you saw an image of the boy. Josuke looked just like the Josuke in the game.

This game was possessed. That was all you needed to take it back to the GameStop.

You paced around in circles in your room while you clutched your phone. "Gamestop is closed?!" you repeated your friend's words in disbelief. "They don't close today!" this situation was freaking you out. All you wanted to do was get rid of this cursed game. "Fine, I can wait. I'll get rid of the game tomorrow." with that, the conversation was over.

You walked over towards your computer with the game case in hand. You reached over to the disc but stopped when you saw the computer screen in the corner of your eye. "Josuke...?"

Josuke stood still as he watched you, his chest lifted up and then down like he was breathing. His eyes held no sign of life in them, which scared you. "Y/n, what are you planning to do tomorrow?" Josuke spoke for the first time. His voice was pixelated and hard to understand.

By instinct, you rushed to unplug the computer. When you looked back at the computer, Josuke hadn't left his spot. He seemed more pissed off than he was before. "You're taking the game back, aren't you." he grits his teeth. "How are you talking to me?!" you asked searching around for something to whack the computer. “I’m a real person y/n. I’m imprisoned in here.” You began to back away from the computer once you realized Josuke was getting closer.

Josuke’s hand extended out until his hand came out of the computer screen. His pixelated hand turned into a fleshy hand. He was coming out of your computer! You flew to the door, slammed it open, and raced down the flight of stairs.

Josukes shouts of your name were close, you couldn't care. You made it to the front door, “How?!” you cried out. The door was boarded up. You obviously didn't do it. Was Josuke always able to leave the computer?

You didn't have time to think. Josuke’s stomping was getting closer by the minute. Running out of choices, you hid in the laundry room. You open the dryer and crawl inside. It was uncomfortable. But you could deal with it.

It had been a while since you had heard Josuke. How long? Possibly about 15 minutes. Your legs were sore from the cramped space you had been sitting in, and all you wanted to do was escape and stretch. You decided to escape through the window upstairs. You reached over to open the dryer until you heard the sound of knocking.

“Babe, I know you're in here. Be good and come out. I promise your punishment won't be as bad.”