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lustastarte · 11 months

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✧♡rude | josuyasu♡✧

genre: fluff/a little angst

pretty, preppy boys like josuke never want anything to do with delinquents like okuyasu. the feeling is mutual.

published: 2023

no stands, college aus (the college is run more like a high school because i hate how actual college is run)

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Okuyasu shot up out of his chair as the class bell rung, signaling the end of second period. The sophomore jogged through the door, elbowing people in the hallway to get by. He only wanted to get to science.

Science was his favorite subject. It didn't even matter which branch, he adored it all. Despite everyone believing he was some delinquent whose goal was to barely pass, he loved messing with chemicals, studying different animals, and calculating the force between objects. But there is another reason he's drawn to that class. That science class is full of juniors, and he has, in the least complicated way possible, a slight crush on one of them. His name is Josuke, and he takes Okuyasu's breath away.

The sophomore walked into the classroom and almost fell when he saw the school's leading "pretty boy." He was sitting in the very back, combing through his beloved, shiny deep indigo hair, Italian dress shoes propped up on the desk adjacent to him. With a slightly condescending smirk on his face, he raked his soft eyes over Okuyasu. It felt as if he had been shocked, rings of electricity encasing him. Josuke's custom-designed school uniform jacket draped across the back of his chair, his yellow shirt clinging tightly to his broad shoulders and prominent chest.

"Oh my god," the black-eyed boy thought to himself. "He even wore his expensive earrings."

Okuyasu, in an embarrassed frenzy, scanned the room for a seat. The only one empty, however, was the one Josuke had his feet on. Taking deep breaths in with every other step, he attempted to look confident on his way over to the seat. The façade didn't last long.

"I- Um-," Okuyasu huffed, frustrated at his inability to hold it together. "Hey, would it be- can I sit here?"

"Mmm... sure. But only you," he muttered, dragging his gaze slowly over Okuyasu's cowering form. "Maybe I'll let you sit here tomorrow too, if you can fix your acting."

The younger man nodded quickly, organizing his supplies and sitting down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, he saw right through me... It might be easier to transfer sch-"

"Why are you so jumpy? I won't bite," Josuke questioned with a sour tone and sickly sweet smile. It looked almost evil. "At least, you know, not if I don't have to. So just stay out of my way and we'll be fine, yeah?"

"Yeah! Uh, yeah, of course," Okuyasu agreed quickly, looking away as his tan cheeks turned blotchy red.

All of the surrounding chatter in the classroom died down when the teacher entered. Class went on, and Okuyasu stole looks at the man beside him. Unfortunately, he was horrible at being subtle, nearly turning his head a full 90 degrees each time.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"What?" Okuyasu was frightened by the sudden harsh whispering.

"Why the hell do you keep looking over here? Wasn't my only condition to not bother me?"

"I-," Okuyasu began.

"You what? Do you have a problem?"

"N-No! There's no problem!"

"Are you looking for one?"

Fear flashed in the younger man's eyes. "No! Of course not," he answered with a pleading tone.

"That's what I thought," Josuke said matter-of-factly, turning away from Okuyasu, who felt as though there was a black hole in his stomach, turning his limbs to strings.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Once again, Okuyasu shot out of his chair like a rocket. He tried gathering his binders and notebooks quickly, but he didn't gather them quickly enough. Josuke forcefully pushed past him, knocking him down. The sophomore landed on the floor, wincing as his ass and thighs went numb. However, once the room cleared, Josuke turned and backtracked, reluctantly picking him up off the ground without a word, swiftly leaving his behind in the room, smiling ever so slightly to himself.

"Shit, I just knocked him down, but at least I helped him up.... He's kind of cute, why haven't I ever talked to him before?" Maybe he should ask one of his friends who he is?

"Hey, Yukako," Josuke called as he strolled toward the group, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Who's that kid?"

"The one walking out of Dr. Brown's room?"

"Yeah, him. What's his name?"

"Keicho, I think. Wait, give me a second," she paused, spinning around to face her boyfriend. "Koichi, honey, who's that kid?"

Koichi whipped his head around, taking a good look at the sophomore walking down the hallway. "That's Okuyasu Nijimura. He's in our literature class, remember?"

"Oh yeah! The delinquent! He never turns in his papers," Yukako giggled behind a piece of her long, thick black hair, nose and eyes squinching as her bright white teeth revealed themselves.

"He's in my science class," Josuke mumbled, boring holes through Okuyasu's back.

"I think he's in my world history class," Rohan muttered, absentmindedly chewing on the end of a pen.

Josuke snorted. "How would you know, dickhead? You're always asleep in that class, said so yours-"

"Fuck off Josuke," the green-haired man spat. "Fucking asshole."

"Okuyasu. I like that. Josuke and Okuyasu... Why am I putting our names together?"

He snapped back to reality to find Yukako poking his shoulder with a good bit of force. "Josuke. Josuke! Helloooo, are you okay? You look confused."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go to lunch."

Josuke was honestly questioning his own sanity. He couldn't want anything to do with that kid. Okuyasu was a delinquent, he was the school's most popular 'pretty boy' and had a reputation to hold up. Okuyasu was supposed to be the background character and Josuke the main character. He knew that if he fell for him, he'd have to keep it a secret.

"Josuke. Josukeeee. JOSUKE," Yukako yelled, getting louder as she smacked her friend's arm.

"What?" He snapped out of his daze and whipped his head around to the woman.

"You're staring again."

"No, I'm not. You just came to school fucking high again, dumbass," he retorted.

"It was one time!" she complained, Koichi snickering next to her.

"Well, I wasn't staring so you can go suck a big, fat dick," Josuke sang, shit-eating grin lighting up his face.

She sighed, flicking her eyes to the side and shaking her head. He knows he was staring, but god forbid the man let on that he has the ability to experience emotion. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't control it. Josuke was drooling on the table like a dog faced with meat as he recalled Okuyasu's face.

He involuntarily swooned as Okuyasu laughed at one of his friend's jokes. The corners of his lips turned up as the other almost fell out of his seat, smacking the table. A woman with powder pink hair at the table was high fiving everyone. Okuyasu, smoothing out his navy blue uniform, helped himself back into the chair, lightly patting his carefully styled hair to make sure it was still in place. He looked up, his large, circular eyes and deep black gaze accidentally catching Josuke's pacific blue stare, causing the older man to gasp and turn away.

"What?" Rohan asked, spooked by the sudden movement.

"Nothing, I-," Josuke breathed, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

"Is it that Okuyasu kid? For the fifth time in the last 30 minutes?"

"Whatever, just eat your food."

The artist licked his lips, glancing over toward Okuyasu. "I think he's hot."

"Fuck off Rohan, you have like twenty guys in your phone already."

"Well, you talk to him or I'll make my move. Your call," Rohan threatened, smirking and shrugging his shoulders.

Okuyasu began laughing as Reimi finished making a harsh joke about him being straight. She received a round of high-fives from the others as Okuyasu lost his balance. After hysterically laughing in the floor, he pulled himself back up into the seat, wiping tears from his eyes and fixing his hair. He naturally looks around the room, and on his way back to his starting point, something stopped him.

Josuke was staring straight at him, mouth slightly open and eyes glossed over. One hand was on the table, his head cocked slightly to the side as he rested his teeth on the side of his thumb. His round eyes were widened slightly, dark, well-kept eyebrows moving up and back down again. He closed his mouth and smiled. A millisecond later, the junior noticed he was looking. His shiny hair levitated as he snapped his neck to the side, pretending to have been looking around the room, but it was much too late. Okuyasu knew he was staring, but not what for.

"Why was he staring? Am I going to get hurt? What did I do?" He was suddenly confused and slightly terrified, which his friends caught on to quickly.

"Hey, what's wrong, Oku? You look like you're gonna be sick," Mikitaka asked from across the table, grabbing his hand.

"Josuke was just looking at me," he explained, his eyes widened, brows furrowed, and nose flared. "Not even like a quick look, he had to have been staring for a bit. And he has this smile on his face..."

"Ooh, your boyfriend is looking at you," Keicho teased. "Josuke and Okuyasu sitting in a tree-!"

"He is not my boyfriend, stupid. That will never, ever happen, not even in a million years," Okuyasu sighed, looking down and pressing his lips together. "He's too popular and pretty for me, plus he has a reputation as the school's resident fuckboy."

"Oh my god dude," Reimi whined. "I just watched the school's most sought-after guy drool over you for about 20 minutes before you caught him," she said, cocking his head matter-of-factly.

Okuyasu shook his head. "He's probably planning to murder me for taking the desk he had his feet on."

"No, bitch," she flicked his forehead, "Listen to me, just this one time. He was actually drooling, like a leaky faucet drooling."

"I just... don't think he has a thing for me. I'm pretty sure I saw him making out with Rohan the other day."

"Actually," Mikitaka interrupted, pointing his finger at the scared sophomore, "that's how he plays around with everyone in that group. I've heard Rohan has his eyes on someone, but I can't figure out who."

"But he flirts with everyone," Reimi added, throwing her hands up. "He was flirting with me the other day."

"I don't even know who's who," Okuyasu mumbled.

"I got you" Keicho lightly smacked his brother's arm. "You see the one with the purple shirt, green vest, and green hair? That's Rohan."

Okuyasu nodded, humming, and Keicho continued. "The girl with the blue uniform and really long black hair? That's Yukako. You know Josuke already, of course. Grey hair, green uniform? That's Koichi."

Okuyasu nodded again, looking back at his friends. "And what's the probability that any of them would try to hurt me?"

"None! How many times do I have to tell you? Shut up and eat," Reimi commanded.

Okuyasu only wanted to leave the school and go home, not be detoured. He wanted to escape that concrete prison and rush to the safety of his home to ensure that no one would be attacking him. It didn't matter what his friends said, Josuke and his friends were dangerous. He had heard especially nasty things about that Yukako girl.

Josuke, however, had a different plan for him. As the sophomore stepped out of the school building, the confident, stylish man beckoned him over with his finger. Okuyasu, once again terrified, complied and walked toward him. There was absolutely no point in acting. Even if he could hide the deer-in-headlights stare, his sudden lack of color, and full-body tremors, Josuke would see right through it.

"Hey, calm down bro, I promise I'm not here to hurt you... Unless you give me a reason in the future," the junior said gently, poking his elbow into Okuyasu's side with a chuff of laughter. "I just want to apologize for knocking you down earlier. I didn't mean to."

"I-It's okay," Okuyasu stuttered, shocked that Josuke, the Josuke, apologized to him, much less waited for him in the parking lot. "Thank you for helping me up."

To be honest, Okuyasu had no idea how he managed to even speak. Josuke looked like a piece of art to him. Like a statue that had been carved out of the finest marble, and then painted to absolute perfection. Not even Venus de Milo could compare to Josuke in his eyes. Okuyasu saw the older boy open his mouth to speak, and he hyper-focused on the way the older man's lips wrapped around each syllable. He had no idea what he said, the blood pumping in his veins sounded like crashing waves in his ear, harmonizing with the melodic lilt in Josuke's voice.

Nonetheless, he nodded with a soft, "Yeah."

"Then let's go," the junior said, offering his hand to aid Okuyasu in getting on the back of his motorcycle.

"Wait, what?"

"I asked if you were hungry. You said yes, so now we're going to eat somewhere."

"What? Why?"

"I want to get to know you better, and I'm apologizing for knocking you down," Josuke explained without skipping a beat. Okuyasu gave him a funny look, one that he couldn't quite describe, and he continued. "What, I can't be a normal guy for once?"

Okuyasu face flowered with a warm rose tint at the mere sight of the junior's sly smirk. "I just didn't think you were... that kind of person, no offence," he admitted as the older man helped him onto the bike. "Or that you would want to hang out with someone like me."

Josuke rolled his eyes and jumped onto the bike, plopping down right in front of Okuyasu and revving the engine.

"Shut up and hold tight, we're going for a ride." And with another devilishly handsome smirk at the younger, the motorcyclist tore out of the school parking lot, leaving behind exhaust fumes and Okuyasu's entire soul.

He never expected to have a mental breakdown on the back of a motorcycle. Truth be told, he never expected to get on the back of a motorcycle in the first place. Okuyasu doesn't really put his trust into personal vehicles. Yet here he is, close to tears and clutching onto Josuke so tightly he would find fingernail indentions in his chest and stomach when he goes to shower that night.

"Slow down!" Okuyasu cried, trying his best to be heard over the roaring engine.

The older let out a deep belly laugh. "We're not even going that fast! It's only 60," he said, barely audible although yelling.

" Only 60?!" Okuyasu screamed, pulling Josuke closer. The vehicle slowed as they reached the entrance of a quaint diner furnished with decor from the 80s. Okuyasu had his face buried in the older boy's back, arms in a death lock around his waist, and legs trembling on either side of Josuke's hips.

The junior parked the bike and offered his hand to help Okuyasu off the back.

"Holy fuck, I am never, ever, ever getting on a motorcycle with you again."

"Oh, but you will. How do you think you're gonna get home, hotshot?"

Well, fuck. Maybe he didn't think this through.

"I-"

"You won't. I'm gonna take you home, end of story," Josuke interrupted with a determined (and pleased) air about him. "Now get your ass into the diner."

Once they had ordered, Okuyasu sat down in front of the other at a booth, back to the door.

"You really don't have to-"

"But I want to," the junior said. "So, you're a sophomore, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Okuyasu was fidgeting with his napkin and sweating bullets.

"I've gotten word that you're some delinquent, but you must be a genius. You have an A in science, right?"

The obsidian-haired boy focused his field of vision on an old poster on the wall. "I am... not a genius, by any means, but yes, I have a good grade in science."

The waiter swung by their table, dropping their food off quickly.

"You," Josuke began as he shoved a large bite of pomegranate pancakes in his mouth, "are a genius."

Okuyasu shook his head and chuckled. "You," he said, taking a bite of his burger in attempt to playfully mock Josuke, "looked stupid doing that."

The junior couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Maybe I did," he said with a cocky tone. "Anyway, tell me about yourself."

The sophomore scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting back and forth against the vinyl print on the tables. "My fucking crush is asking me about myself," he thought.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything you deem fit to tell me," Josuke quietly replied. The corners of his lips were upturned, and all his attention was on the man in front of him.

Okuyasu sighed as the realization set in that Josuke was interested in him, and especially in what he had to say. For the first time, he returned the gaze, no matter how nervous he was. "Well, I like reading, but I get made fun of for it sometimes. All of my friends do."

Josuke tensed his jaw, the muscle visibly rippling up his jawline. "Who?"

"Akira and his fucking goons."

"That'll stop soon," the older said, voice dripping with something Okuyasu couldn't decipher. Malice?

"But they've been doing it for years-"

"That'll stop soon. That's not a threat, that's a promise," Josuke repeated, the malice now obvious in his voice.

Okuyasu didn't understand. "Why do you want to help me? This is the first day we've ever spoken to one another."

"Listen, I think you're cool. My friends think you're nice. Honestly, we were talking at lunch and we'd love to meet your friends. You can come over to our table whenever you want to. Actually, we want you to every day, or at the very least twice a week. Akira and his dumbass worshippers bother you at lunch too, don't they?"

"And in every class," Okuyasu admitted, studying the linoleum floor tiles.

"Yeah, that settles it. You're coming to our table."

"But I-"

"No buts. I expect to see you and your friends at my table tomorrow and for the rest of the year," Josuke said, softly smiling.

Okuyasu watched as his crush smiled at him, as his eyes narrowed, his nose scrunched, and his teeth shined between his perfect lips. He could have fainted at the sight. Hell, he could have died happy right there. Josuke was so beautiful to him, no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on him. His shiny, perfectly gelled indigo hair curving up and away from his clear, shimmery skin, his vibrant, tropical blue eyes narrowed in happiness, his perfect nose wrinkled cutely, his lips stretched slightly over his teeth.

"Okuyasu? Are you okay? I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I just don't want you to get hurt. You don't have to sit-"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just got distracted. I'll be there, I promise."

"Good, I was worried. Hey, can I ask you something?"

Okuyasu took a deep breath and nodded, preparing himself for the worst.

"I noticed you staring at me a lot in class today. Wh-"

"Oh!" The younger man checked his watch frantically. "Looks like my mom will be home at any minute, I better beat her there."

And even though it was the last thing Josuke wanted to do right then, he took Okuyasu home. The ride back was less stressful for Okuyasu, and Josuke, although not used to others riding with him, quite enjoyed the feeling of the sophomore's chest against his back. They rode in silence, and once they arrived, Josuke once again offered his hand to help the other off the motorcycle. The only words he could muster were, "See ya," with a clap against Okuyasu's back.

Okuyasu turned to jelly the second his door shut. This was going to be a long, long semester, but he still didn't mind because at the very least, he would be friends with Josuke.

The next day, as Okuyasu rushed out of his first class and into his second like usual, he spotted Josuke. His buff arm, covered with his silky, royal purple uniform jacket, laid across the back of an empty seat and a smirk lounged on his face, the junior nodded his head toward the chair when the sophomore walked in. Lifting his arm only when Okuyasu had sat down, Josuke turned toward him.

"You still sitting with us at lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Your friends too?" Okuyasu nodded.

"Good," Josuke said, barely audible over the old air system, just before their science teacher entered the room. All throughout the class period, Okuyasu did what he knew best; taking long, hard looks at Josuke while thoughts of them together ran through his head like a movie. Each second, another clip of their life appeared, one of them decorating a college dorm together, one of them buying a house, one of them dancing around the warmly-lit den, one of them finally seeing sleep after taking care of their kid, one of them cooking together in the kitchen, another one of them dancing. He adored every second spent looking at Josuke with his own eyes, simply because they're his, and that means the junior is locked into Okuyasu's brain now. Meanwhile, back in reality, they were given a worksheet and permission to work with partners, but because the junior is stubborn, he refused to work with anyone. No, he absolutely did not get what they were doing, he doesn't understand a single word on the page, and Okuyasu could tell. Halfway through the period, the junior felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Josuke, do you want to be partners with-?"

"No," the struggling student barked back angrily, irritated at himself for not understanding. He was glad Okuyasu wanted to help, and knew that he would be able to come to him for any question, even minor, but he was so angry at himself that his voice came out a threatening snarl. "What about after your classes? I can come to your house if I need to. I have nothing important to do and this topic is one that you really have to know," Okuyasu attempted to whisper, hoping to calm the older boy down. He assumed (for the most part) that he meant no harm toward him. Josuke flicked his blue eyes up at him, breathing a quick, "Whatever," and continuing to make no progress on the worksheet.

Okuyasu had finished with the assignment a few minutes beforehand. Although he was happy to help, it made him sad that Josuke seemed mad at him. What could he have done?

After class, Josuke casually walked out behind Okuyasu instead of with him. Their last two classes came and went, and the two boys shuffled toward the lunchroom, 5 meters from each other, the distance getting larger and larger because Okuyasu's legs were determined to find a way out of the tension created that morning. He should've waited and endured the slight awkwardness to walk in behind Josuke. He should have done anything but speed up. The fastest moving object on the field will always draw the attention of the predators. The second he stepped into the cafeteria, Akira was hovering over him.

"Hey faggot," the bully breathed down the back of the sophomore's neck. The anger began to bubble in his chest, but Okuyasu chose to say nothing and continued walking toward the table where his friends sat with Josuke and his.

"What, are you deaf too?" Against his better judgement, Okuyasu once again said nothing and moved faster. He had the right idea, but wrong choice. Akira forcefully grabbed his bookbag, yanking him backward. Okuyasu was trembling, but he wasn't sure if he was scared or infuriated. His eyes shut themselves automatically, and he braced himself for whatever the asshole planned to do with him. He heard the cackles and jeers from Akira's friends, and then it all stopped. Absolute silence. Okuyasu opened one eye, and Akira was sulking back to his table with his goons.

"What happened? Why did they just leave?" Okuyasu's head was spinning, until he spotted Josuke striding toward him.

"Come on, let's go eat," the junior said, walking past Okuyasu with a grimace. With no complaints, the sophomore made his way to the table where his friends sat talking to Josuke's. The funny thing about it, to him at least, was that they weren't getting made fun of for once. It was strange to him that the misfits were so welcomed by their school's version of the Plastics.

"Okuyasu!"

"H-Hey guys," he smiled sheepishly, giving them a half-hearted wave.

"Don't be nervous," Josuke whispered into Okuyasu's ear before turning to everyone, "They don't bite either, but Rohan might hit on you. He's a bit of a man-whore."

Okuyasu snickered to himself, sitting down between Rohan and Reimi.

Koichi laughed. "You guys look like you've seen a ghost! We're not going to hurt you."

"We're just not really used to being surrounded by popular kids who actually want to be friends with us, you know," Keicho explained.

"Better get used to it then," Josuke winked. "You guys roll with us now. And we mean it, even if you have to use us as scapegoats sometimes."

The entire lunch period passed without taunting from anyone, something that hasn't happened in years, and the group of misfits had never been more thankful. Words could not describe how grateful they were for the judgement-free haven they now had, and as it turns out, the popular kids are closer to the new additions than one would expect. Okuyasu beamed as Josuke talked about his fashion obsessions, raving about his favorite designers, and as Rohan told them all about his manga, letting them read parts of it before release. Each day, they sat there with the golden group, and each day, the bullies avoided them like the plague.

However, Josuke and his friends couldn't protect Okuyasu and his all the time. Different schedules, different buildings, and different paths were the group's worst enemy. Akira and his gang found them all by themselves a few weeks later during the last period of the day. The gym locker room had just emptied as other students left the school. It was much too easy. With his friends all pinned to the wall, Akira had no problem keeping Okuyasu on the floor, kicking him repeatedly. Even though the fury filled his chest, Okuyasu couldn't bring himself to get up and fight. Just as the senior lifted his foot to break Okuyasu's nose, the room seemed to fill with smoke. Keicho, Reimi, and Mikitaka were being forced to watch as Akira beat the life out of Okuyasu, and they would be forced to watch him stomp his face into the ground. Each time they tried to cry out, they were hit by one of Akira's goons. Okuyasu felt hopeless as he prepared himself for the final blow.

But the blow never came. Instead there was an indecipherable yell, the sound of skin against skin, and the sick crack of a bone breaking echoing throughout the dinghy locker room. Okuyasu's eyes shot open, taking in the sight of Akira on the floor and Josuke hovering over him. In one swift motion, Josuke pulled him up by his collar and pressed his forehead to the now trembling bully's.

"I thought I told you to leave them alone," Josuke snarled, a look on his face that Okuyasu hoped to never see again. "I did, didn't I?"

Silence, followed by another skin-against-skin slap and a crunch, this one much louder than the last. Akira yelped, not unlike a small animal being wounded.

"I asked you a question, dickhead. The best choice for you is to answer it."

"Yeah, but they're all faggots. They're disgusting, we don't need people like them in our school. You know you're embarrassing yourself for sticking up for scum like that."

"I don't give a fuck what you think they are. Your opinion only matters to your mindless zombie fucks. There's no reward for fucking you up. None. It's just necessary. You love to hurt people, but can't take it from others. Two punches and you're already cowering? What a fucking joke. If I see you near them again, I will not hesitate to put you in the hospital. Do you understand that?" Josuke threatened through his teeth, mere millimeters between them.

Akira nodded, fearing for his life at this point. The junior threw him back to the ground, a few feet from where he stood, walking out with the others in front of him.

Once outside the locker room, Josuke made sure the others were okay as they joined up with Rohan, Yukako, and Koichi. Josuke volunteered to clean Okuyasu up, as none of the others wanted to come in contact with blood.

"Hey man, are you guys okay? How long had you been in there before I showed up?"

Okuyasu pulled his hand away from his nose to check if it were still bleeding, and a crimson waterfall followed. "I really don't know," he sighed, pain and blood loss onset dizziness taking him over.

"Sit, I'll be back," Josuke said, running to grab wet paper towels. He returned with two handfuls, plopping himself down next to Okuyasu and beginning the cleanup process. Okuyasu tried to help, but Josuke slapped his hand away as he cleaned his face and clothes with a tender touch. Okuyasu began giggling, morphing into laughter. He couldn't stop himself, the situation was just so strange.

"What?"

"It's just that you-," he paused to laugh a little more, "you were just the scariest motherfucker alive and now you're cleaning me up like a mom!"

Josuke grinned, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up and come on, Let’s get you home," he teased, helping Okuyasu out of the floor. By the time they had finished, the others had already left for home, so Josuke offered to take Okuyasu.

“Well I could go home, but I noticed you were struggling in science… Mind if I help you?”

“I’ve got it, I just… didn’t wanna do it at school, that’s all,” Josuke sighed, the pitch of his voice raising with each word.

“Josuke. Just let me help you dude,” Okuyasu grabbed his arm. “I know what you’re thinking, but if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t offer.”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up about it. Let’s go.”

Josuke unlocked his front door, letting Okuyasu in first.

"Sorry about the mess, I forgot to clean it up like Mom asked me to… Uhh, we can go back to my room if you'd like."

"Whatever is best for you," Okuyasu assured him, flashing a soft smile.

The indigo-haired man awkwardly ushered the younger boy into his room and shut the door.

“We can sit on the bed or the floor together, or one of us can sit at the desk and the other on the bed. Your pick.”

Okuyasu scanned the room, analyzing his options. “If he’s at the desk he’ll have somewhere to work. Floor together could be nice, but it might hurt after a bit… The bed… Us together on his bed? Would I be able to-?”

“Well? Which one? We have work to do,” Josuke said with a playful grin.

“We can sit on your bed, if that’s okay of course,” Okuyasu responded quietly.

“That’s perfect,” he sort of threw himself on his bed, straightened up, and patted the comforter. “Come on, I won’t bite.”

Okuyasu sat down next to the junior. He felt himself sink into the mattress because every single muscle in his body was rock solid. The two sat in a tense silence fog for what felt like an hour until the host spoke up.

"So... Science, yeah?"

"Yeah," the younger agreed, snapping out of his anxious haze. "Let's um... Get started."

The two spent hours working through Josuke’s questions, and Okuyasu kept his eyes on the other for the majority of the study session. He wasn’t even sure he was giving him the right answers, Josuke was just so easy to stare at.

“I wish I could kiss him... His lips look so soft. His nose is so cute, his eyes are so beaut-”

"Hey Okuyasu, quit zoning out and help me. I really don't wanna fail this class."

"S-Sorry, there’s a lot going on right now," he explained, and the two continued their work.

The sophomore's head spun as Josuke took him home. Just how much did he zone out? Still, with his chest against Josuke’s back, he couldn’t manage to construct a single thought. The ride was over sooner than he’d like.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Bye, Okuyasu."

"Goodbye, Josuke."

What was he going to do? Maybe he can get through the year without cracking, but the odds seem less and less in his favor with each passing second.

Josuke let Okuyasu into his house again, placing his backpack down in his room.

"Okuyasu Nijimura. Science. Let’s go."

"Yeah, yeah, yep, sorry," he rambled, snapping out of his obvious staring and frantically opening his binder.

"It's okay, I know you zone out sometimes, don't apologize," Josuke comforted him, blue eyes scanning his face from top to bottom, then making their way back up to his own eyes..

“He's being a lot nicer... That's strange. And what was that look? Am I going crazy??”

The black-eyed boy half-smiled as he began re-teaching the junior what they had learned that day.

The next day came and went, and once again, Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house. Confidently, this time. They sat and went over the same chapter in their textbook for an hour, and Okuyasu asked Josuke to do a problem related to the chapter. He attempted it for a full minute, before he got frustrated. He threw his binder on the floor and placed his face into his hands.

"I don't fucking get it! Why can't I do a simple problem?"

"Hey, Josuke, it’s oka-"

"No! No, it isn't okay! If I can't get my shit together, I'm gonna fail! But of course, you wouldn't know how that feels," the junior snarled.

"I understand, but you-"

"Listen, if all you're going to do is tell me to calm down and stare at me, you can leave! I don't want you if you can't do anything but stand there and stare like you have for the past two FUCKING DAYS!"

"Josuke," Okuyasu growled, grabbing his collar and pulling him forward to get in his face. "I’m not here to tell you to calm down. If you would fucking listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that I won’t let you fail. Do you understand that? I know exactly how it feels to fail. I fail tests all the time. I am just here to help you."

Josuke took a long, heavy breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that. I'm just.... so overwhelmed and I-"

"It’s okay, Josuke. Don’t apologize. We can take a break if you’d like."

"Yeah, I wanna take a break."

They moved to the kitchen and grabbed a soda as they gave their brains time off.

"I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ve been getting better."

"I have?"

"Yeah! You haven’t noticed?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, you have," Okuyasu told the older boy. Josuke only smiled and patted Okuyasu on the back, glad that he thought he had improved.

Yet another school day comes to an end, and Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house for their antepenultimate tutoring session. For some reason, it makes his heart hurt. The sophomore had noticed that the junior was being nicer toward him each day, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it’s because he’s helping his grades?

The session went by quickly, as Josuke barreled through all the problems Okuyasu threw at him. At this point, Okuyasu could safely say that he and Josuke were friends, and might even dare to say that the older man actually liked having him around. He was just glad to be spending time with him, even if it wasn't the way he wanted it to be.

It was another normally planned day, and Okuyasu was in Josuke’s living room, helping him with his science homework. Neither of them could focus, Okuyasu thinking about the junior, and Josuke thinking of absolutely nothing.

"Hey, Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"If it’s science, fuck no. If not, sure," the junior said, staring at Okuyasu intently.

"Why have you started being so nice to me? You’ve been really nice lately, it’s kinda throwing me off."

"I- Uh..."

"Josuke? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll tell you, just don't laugh."

"I won’t laugh. Pinky promise," he grinned, sticking his pinky out.

The junior took a large, shaky breath and reached for Okuyasu’s outstretched pinky, but instead of interlocking and letting go, he held onto it. His eyes locked onto their hands as he contemplated telling the other. Finally, he looked up, and straight into Okuyasu’s soul, before flicking his eyes back onto their hands.

"The truth is that I've sort of developed a crush on you. You're so kind and smart and funny and I couldn't help falling for you,” he began as he played with Okuyasu’s fingers absentmindedly, staring at the same freckle on his skin the entire time.

“You're beautiful, by far the most handsome man I've ever seen. I know I act like you get on my nerves sometimes, but to be honest, I like being with you because you get me. If I talked to anyone else about the things I talk to you about, they'd think I was crazy or an awful person. But not you. You just laugh, and make me feel less alone. We get each other, I like to think. I hope you know how happy that makes me. I really like you, Okuyasu. I like you a whole fucking lot. You make me feel like I could do anything. I just... wanted you to know that." Josuke sat silently, waiting to get rejected. He waited and waited, but nothing ever came. So he started rambling.

“I still want to be friends even if you don’t feel the same, I honestly don’t expect you to, I don’t know why I said that, please forget about that-”

A hundred thoughts ran through Okuyasu’s head at the same time, before one pushed through and sat at the front. “Kiss him.”

He hesitated, staring at the rambling man. Suddenly, he grabbed Josuke’s face and swiftly, but gently, placed his lips onto the latter's in an attempt to show him how he feels. The junior's eyes widened before he realized what happened, kissing back with ease. His hand slipped into Okuyasu’s black and grey hair, and the sophomore's hand rested on Josuke’s face, pulling him closer. Okuyasu pulled back some time later, pressing his forehead against Josuke’s and smiling.

"Don't do that."

"Don’t do what?"

"Don't smile like that," Josuke muttered. "You're making my heart hurt, and if someone else sees you smiling like that..."

Okuyasu kissed his nose. "They’ll what?"

"They might snatch you up and make you theirs before I can."

“Impossible."

"No it isn't," Josuke contradicted, slightly shaking his head.

"Now that I know you feel the same as I do, how can someone else make me theirs if I’m already yours?"

Josuke went silent, his face burning and a smile pushing its way through his usual frown.

"Oku?"

"Y-Yeah?" The black-haired boy was stammering at the sudden nickname. He loved how it rolled off the other’s tongue.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but do you maybe wanna... Wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Mmh, I don't know, Suke," the sophomore said, startling him with his own new nickname. "Do you maybe wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be mine," the junior said with a laugh.

"There is nothing that I want more than to be yours."

Josuke couldn't help but giggle. He felt like a teenage girl getting complimented, but he just really had something for Okuyasu. He had never thought he would feel this way about someone. And oh, was he glad that Okuyasu felt the same. He wrapped his arms around the younger, hugging him as if the world was about to collapse. As they embraced, Josuke realized never thought he'd find a guy like Okuyasu, especially not one that liked him for who he was instead of simply his looks. Okuyasu had seen him happy, frustrated, and royally pissed off. But here he is, with the boyfriend of his dreams, and he couldn't be happier.

Tomorrow is test day, and both men were extremely nervous, even after having finished their studying for the day.

"So, how do you feel about the test?"

"I think I'm gonna do well," the junior sighed.

"We could watch a movie in celebration," Okuyasu suggested, getting a nod of approval from the older boy.

Josuke tossed the remote to Okuyasu and sank back into the couch, watching his lover from afar. Once the younger had picked something, he sat back down and, like clockwork, the junior fell into his arms. It was almost comical how Josuke could punch a kid and break his nose with no remorse, but had to be cuddled by his boyfriend. Okuyasu placed his arms securely around Josuke’s torso, sighing contentedly. He brought his head down, kissing him. His black bangs hung down, tickling the junior's neck. His nose grazed his lover's chin, his lips sat on top of the junior's, curved into a smile. He had fallen hard, so very hard, for the boy lying on his chest. For the boy who’s held above everyone else by the school, save for him. For the boy who acts big and bad, but just wants love. For the boy named Josuke.

Reluctantly pulling his lips off his lover's, Okuyasu sat up. He stared at Josuke for a second as the older shifted to the other end of the couch. He followed, flashing a love-drunk grin, and crawled into the space between the junior and the couch, pulling the older boy as close to him as possible. Once again, he connected their lips.

"I like you a lot, Suke," Okuyasu whispered in between kisses.

"I think I might like you more, Oku," Josuke responded, smiling and kissing the sophomore once again.

"You know you can kiss me anytime you want, right?" The black-eyed boy asked the other. "I don’t mind, you're beautiful and I like you."

"I'll keep that in mind."

One kiss became five. Five became ten. Ten became fifteen. Fifteen became twenty. Twenty kisses, and Josuke was absolutely breathless. He was melting in Okuyasu’s hands, ice cream on a sunny, scorching, sticky summer's day. With all that he had left in him, he deepened the kiss. Okuyasu responded quickly, changing his pace. He moved his left hand from the side of Josuke’s face to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in his deep indigo hair and pulling him closer. His right hand left its place on the tawny couch cushion to rest on the older’s hip.

As the minutes fly, their kiss becomes something more. In an almost animalistic show of affection, Okuyasu had Josuke pinned to the couch, and was planting swift, open-mouthed kisses down the boy's neck. His intention was to rile the older boy up, and that is exactly what he did. Just as Josuke had begun running his fingers through the younger's ebony hair, a phone went off. The two nearly jumped out of their skins, and both instinctually looked toward the coffee table, sighing agitatedly at the sight of Okuyasu’s bright phone screen reading, "Text from Mom." He removed himself from above the junior, grabbing his phone and opening the message.

"Goddamn it, Mom, why now?"

"What is it?"

"My mom is telling me to come home," Okuyasu said with a frown.

Josuke sat up. “But you’re a grown man, can’t you tell her no?”

“Fuck no, she pays for my tuition.”

Josuke pressed his lips together. "Oh, well I could bring you home, if you'd like?"

"Yeah, I would like that."

Okuyasu hopped off the back of Josuke’s motorcycle, placing a quick, but nonetheless passionate kiss on his lips before walking up to his door.

"Bye! Please text me when you get home. Thanks for driving me!"

"Anything for you, and of course I will. Bye, Oku," Josuke said affectionately, waiting until he was inside the house before driving off.

Today is the day. Josuke clutched his pencil, knuckles white. The science exam was insanely hard for him, even though he had studied with Okuyasu for a month. Okuyasu . That's why it's tough.

“All I can think about is Okuyasu... His eyes, his smile, his voice, his- Stop it. Stop it Josuke, pull yourself together.” The junior inhaled deeply. “I've got this.”

Once he had answered the first question, everything fell into place. He was the first to finish, with Okuyasu right after. Once they returned to their seats, the sophomore slipped the older a piece of paper.

How did you do?

Josuke grinned and wrote his response.

I think I did good. What about you?

I’m pretty sure I did well.

Good. If I pass, I'll never be able to repay you.

You do not have to. <3

"You two! Yes, you guys! Are you passing notes?"

"No sir," Okuyasu lied, round eyes ready to guilt trip their professor.

"Then what were you doing?"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The raven haired boy jumped up, grabbing the older's hand in excitement. They're getting their tests back, hopefully to see their hard work pay off. The teacher handed Josuke his test, and then gave Okuyasu his. The two boys left the classroom, and outside in the hall, they looked at their scores.

"What'd you make?"

"Hundred," Okuyasu laughed. "And you?"

Josuke beamed, quickly turning the paper to show the other. "One fucking hundred! Thank you so much, Oku," he exclaimed, pulling the younger in for a hug enthusiastically.

“I need to repay you."

“No you don’t-!”

“Just let me!”

Okuyasu rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

"Twelfth floor library bathroom, right after classes end," the junior said with a smirk.

Okuyasu thought for a second, and then shook his head. "I thought we were meeting up with the others after school?"

"It’ll be quick."

Okuyasu knocked on Koichi’s door at 4:50, about 40 minutes after they were supposed to be at his house. Both of them looked disheveled, hair sticking up, clothes wrinkled, and some red spots on each boy's neck.

The door swung open. "Where were you guys?"

"Sorry, I was busy doing stuff," Josuke said as he walked in.

Okuyasu chuckled lowly from behind him. "I'm stuff," he whispered as he entered the house.

Yukako giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

The others cheered when they entered into the living room.

"Party time!" Mikitaka cheered, pulling out his phone. "We're playing truth or dare! I'll go first. Rohan, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us who you like."

"Fuck you," he sighed. "I like the student teacher in my biology class... Happy?"

Yukako smiled. "I don't know if he is," she started, dragging out her words. "But I am! I just won a bet," she giggled, winking.

"Damn it," MIkitaka whined.

"I'd like my $200 now. You heard the man, he said he has the hots for Mr. Kujo. No questions," she stated.

"Okay, fine," he groaned, reluctantly pulling a wad of cash from his jacket pocket.

“What the fuck guys? You betted on if I liked the student teacher?” Rohan stared at the two in disbelief as they happily nodded. He gave them a nasty look before continuing the game. "Okuyasu, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why were you and Josuke late?"

"I was busy getting fucked in the library bathroom," he smirked.

Josuke screeched in embarrassment, hands flying to his face. "You were not supposed to tell them that! The plan was to say we had ‘bro bonding’ time dude!"

"Oh my god, I didn't need to know that," Reimi complained, shutting her eyes and grimacing in disgust.

The room finally calmed down again five minutes later, and Okuyasu said, "Yukako, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us the most horrible thing you've ever done."

"I put laxative powder in my 5th grade teacher's coffee every day because she told me to redo a project I had done in the beginning of the year. One day she was teaching and shit herself in front of the class, and everyone but her knew it was because of me," she said, hysterically laughing.

"Damn, that's cold," Koichi said, laughing. “I can’t believe you never told me about that!”

“I love being a bitch,” she giggled. "Ummm, Josuke! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Josuke said quietly, unsure of his choice.

"Who topped, you or Okuyasu?"

Josuke paused, waiting for Okuyasu’s answer. He was completely flustered.

“I don't want them to know that I'm not a-!”

"He topped," Okuyasu answered for his boyfriend, smirking.

“Well, fuck.”

Rohan gasped. " YOU bottomed?"

"Hell yeah I did. Pretty boy couldn't bottom if he wanted to. He was loud, too."

"GOD, OKUYASU! " Josuke shrieked, eyes wide and face crimson red.

"Sounded kinda like that," the younger added, laughing.

"I'm going to kill you later. I’ve watched enough television to know how to hide your body." Josuke rolled his sharp blue eyes. "Any fucking way, I vote we play a different game.”

For hours, the group played party games, and once it got late, they all laid down and talked until they fell asleep.

The end of the year was upon the group, and it was finally the night of spring formal

Okuyasu was absolutely terrified. What if he didn't look good enough? What if Josuke ditched him? What if Akira got him alone again? What if-?

"Okuyasu! Josuke’s here," his mom yelled from downstairs. He straightened his navy blue suit jacket, making sure that his silky hair was in place. He almost ran down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, his mouth hung open in awe. There stood Josuke in a royal purple suit, a hint of makeup dusted over his face. His indigo hair wasn’t styled how he normally would have. Tonight, he wore it down, shoulder length locks shining in the light, albeit a little messy. He grinned at Okuyasu with that stupid smile that he adored.

"You look beautiful," the sophomore whispered, walking toward his boyfriend. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

Josuke nodded, blushing, and Okuyasu gently placed his lips on the other man's.

"This one's going on facebook!"

"Mom!"

"Alright you two, have fun, don't do anything you'll regret! Also, Josuke, if you'd like to stay here with him after prom, I'd be more than happy to let you," the black-eyed boy's mom said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

"It's no problem. I’ll be gone when you get back but I should be back in the morning with breakfast! Bye boys!"

Josuke stepped outside, hand in hand with Okuyasu. He helped his boyfriend onto his motorcycle for what felt like the five-hundredth time this semester, then pulled himself up. The junior kissed the other over his shoulder before starting the vehicle and driving off. After eating, the two boys pulled up at the building where prom was being held, along with their friends. The dates, with their fingers laced together, walked inside the building, and people began to go silent. Their classmates couldn't believe their eyes.

"Josuke? You're here with Okuyasu?"

"I sure am," the junior bragged, kissing his date’s cheek. The night went by so quickly, one minute, the two were attempting to teach Koichi and Yukako how to dance, and the next, Josuke was slow-dancing with Okuyasu, their foreheads pressed together, and smiles playing on their lips.

"You know, I think I love you, Suke. I really do."

“I think that I love you too, Oku."

The night sadly came to an end, and everyone went their own ways. Josuke took a quick detour to his house to get clothes, and then he brought Okuyasu home. Okuyasu turned to look at Josuke as they closed the door behind them. "Hey, now that we have the house to ourselves, we could-" "There's no ‘we could.’ We are ," the junior stated, kissing the other suddenly.

Chirp! Chirp!

"Fuck those stupid ass fucking ass birds man," Josuke groaned, burying his face in the base of Okuyasu’s neck.

The sophomore laughed, half awake. "Fuck you too."

Like lightning, the junior popped his head up. "Been there, done that." Okuyasu grinned, planting a kiss on the older boy's lips. It was a long, sweet kiss, and both boys loved every second of it. "I think we need to put some clothes on, Suke."

"If you can even get up."

"Hey!" Okuyasu smacked him with a pillow. "You're not that big," he reasoned, attempting to stand up, only to wince and sit back down.

" Oh, you're not that big! Pfft, Josuke isn't big!" He mocked. "Who's not big now, hmm?"

"Please just shut your fat fucking mouth and help me up. This is your fault anyway," Okuyasu said, slightly annoyed and more than embarrassed. After Josuke had helped him up, they got themselves dressed and headed into the kitchen, where the sophomore's mom was making breakfast.

"Morning boys! How'd you sleep?"

"Good," they simultaneously answered.

"Good, good," the woman said, turning around. "Are you boys planning on going anywhere today?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take Okuyasu to the mall and stuff," Josuke said, smiling at her.

The black haired woman smiled. "Then you may want to cover that hickey up, sweetheart."

Okuyasu flushed. "I-"

"It's okay, I knew that you two probably made out at prom."

He nodded and his mom smiled warmly at the two boys. The junior was in awe, but he just kept his mouth shut. After breakfast, the boys showered and put on some nicer clothes, bid Okuyasu’s mom goodbye, and walked out the door, jumping onto the motorcycle. They spent the entire day together, and honestly, it was the happiest either of them had ever been. Okuyasu stole kisses throughout the day, often catching Josuke off guard. Hopefully every day will be like this for the rest of their lives. Josuke was so thankful that he knocked Okuyasu over that day. If he hadn't, he would have never talked to him.

"Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"You're so beautiful," Okuyasu whispered, gazing at his boyfriend. The sun was cascading off his hair and skin perfectly, causing him to glow.

"W-What?"

"You're beautiful."

"Shut up, Oku."

"You're so pretty," the younger marveled.

"Shut up!”

Okuyasu wrapped his arms around Josuke, kissing him quickly before talking.

"I love you, you fucking jerk," he said with a smile.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot," the junior couldn't help but laugh. He had Okuyasu wrapped around his finger, and vice versa.

At that moment, everything else didn't matter. There was nothing more important to them than the boy sitting in front of them. It was just them, and only them. It was just them, and that's how they hoped it would stay forever.

"some people are so bitter

to them you must be kindest" -rupi kaur, "milk and honey"

#josuyasu #josuke x okuyasu #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #just a little tiny bit of angst

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diamondsheep · 11 months

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Principalmente, u r the One Piece mutual!! (⁠☞⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠ ⁠☞

BUT ALSO THE SHEEP MUTUAL AND THE REINDEER SWORD MUTUAL (⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)

HOLAAA GRACIAS POR EL ASK DRAGOOON !!! 🐲💙💙

AAA soy el pirate sheep swordsman mutual que adora a los renos ? YESSSSSSSSS 🏴‍☠️💖

asdjfksl hice unos doodles por que este ask me inspiro JAJA

so here they are again !! my pirate-sona XD !! and a bonus Chopper :D !!

#tbh if i was an op character and i saw Chopper i would recreate that scene of when Kohaku finds Suika extremely adorable 💖#my weakness are adorable characters like suika and chopper 😭 i would totally fight for those tiny guys 💖💚#JAJAJA me alegra ser este mutual asjfksj me encanta como avance de ser el Josuke mutual a el sword pirate mutual 🤣 ( i blame zoro >:P )#btw idk why i gave myself a captain hat .. i'm not a leader i'm a follower lmao #otra vez !! gracias por el ask #ram talks #answer #ram doodles #sheepsona

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rinascitae · 1 year

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just thinking about how ??? awkward romance is for some of my muses. for a lot of them this is their first romantic experience !!!! they don’t know what they’re doing they’re bumbling and embarrassed !!!

#my first thought was josuke spending his tiny savings to get his crush a pair of shoes that match his #lmao #but also narancia !!!! he’s had such little love in his life to begin with #he would be so in his akward crushing stage.

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viovio · 2 years

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aaa eeep omg i draw vanoras face exactly similar to vanoras

#well not rly but it looks like tht #basically: vanoras eyeshape = jolynes eyeshape. square #and her irises like how i draw josuke which is just her canon look. donut hole #jolynes irises i draw a little small with tiny pupils #speak iza

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crttvset · 2 years

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i also accidentally spoiled myself on one of the vas so thats fun

#CRIES AND SOBS.#where the fuck is josuke i need to sob into his teeny tiny arms

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zujime · 9 months

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─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

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joejoeba · 5 months

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He/him lesbian Josuke who has curves like a supermodel but only wears leather jackets and gets weak in the knees if someone calls him Sir

#Don't mind me I'm tapping into a part of my psyche that has never been rustled before #Never been into gender swap but my neurons...#Joejoeba not art #Koichi is a tiny girl with way too much wallop. Yukako just wants a good girlboss. Okuyasu is struggling like always #Femme Josuke in her suede shoes and leather jackets and leather pants... She loves her femininity along with her masculinity #Same dude saved her that's all the same #Admittedly I dont have experience with gender fucky pronouns. I'd do whatever a pretty girl told me obvi #He/him women is something I would linguistically have a hard time remembering but trust my my heart is in there

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rzyraffek · 10 months

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Guys I suffer from jojo brainrot, I know its not my usual writing , but I need to get this out of my system. NO SPOILERS they/them pronouns, sfw, Request open

Also for obvious (and legal) reasons in josuke and okayasu ones reader is like 16.

Also I didnt finish jojo part4 yet so some stuff might be eee not accurate?

More jjba dating headcanons!!

Including Kars, Santana, young Joseph, Jonathan, Josuke, Speedwagon, Okuyasu

Kars

Homie will litteraly pet them. My guy has god complex, thinks that humans are so so smol and so so tiny

Picks them up like some lil baby and probably carries them around everywhere

S/o mostly just vibes in his huge mansion while Kars plots some evil emo stuff (again)

Quick reminder that this guy was doing ah mimimimi ah mimimimimi😴 for last few centuries so s/o has to explain him a lot of stuff

Imagine him getting jumpscared bcs your phone made a noise, or him just walking up to light switch and turing lights on and off repeatedly. Mans fascinated

Also guy is a walking muscle so no matter how big or smol s/o is they going to be picked up and carried around, probably he uses only one hand too btw

Pls brush his hair he will litteraly melt

Santana

...

"Human why you carry tiny talking square everywhere? Is it magical?"

My guy will take their phone and 'accidently' take 50selfies, but not in sexy way, but in 'his face is zoomed to camera and you see only his eyes and forehead' way

His love language is quality time, understanding and gifts

Hates germans btw

Will give them random stuff, like he will litteraly bring them a microwave and be like "human explain meaning of this". But also gives them shiny rocks, jewellery, hair accessories. If s/o wants a new car, my man gonna litteraly pick up first car he sees and bring it to them

I am convinced he eats food with his bare hands. S/o has to give him tutoral how to use knife and fork, he won't like it >:(

Young Joseph

Homeboy hands are everywhere, if my guy doesn't hold their hand, he is putting his hands on s/o shoulders or waist or just kisses them

Doing make-up together. And nails. And hair. All of this while shittalking his enemies and talking about all the drama.

Tequila Joseph first dragqueen in history btw

Never go on plane with him, no matter how romantinc he promises it will be. Do not

Also makes fun of Ceasar that Joseph was the first one to find a partner not him😍

S/o and Ceasar probably meet up sometimes to just complain about how dumb Joseph sometiems is😭

Will litteraly do anything to impress them frfr

Jonathan

Not boyfriend, but Husband material

My guy will be on walk with his homie speedwagon and litteraly act like teenager girl with crush. All blushy, shy and asking for advices

Gives them handfuls of flowers, but like Jonathan's sized handful (alot)

Loves walking with s/o and holding hands ofc

My boy will blush and die if s/o does first move

Pls s/o beat dio up he sucks

The best boy husband

Josuke

Bros gonna be so protective, like fr my guy will be worried if s/o goes to shop and doesn't come back in more than 20minutes

He will blush if s/o tries to hold his hand

Mumbles a lot about hair routine and hair products, and probably likes to comb s/o hair

Okayasu probably cried when he found out that Josuke has a partner btw

The sweetest boy alive

Guy will accidentally spoil them. Also they are basicly immortal due to all crazy daimon stuff

If s/o sees stands... OMG PLS pls hug his lil man, his stand i mean. It looks very hugable

Playing video games when s/o and josuke lied to his mom that you came over to teach him some school stuff>>

Okuyasu

This dude

This guy

Will litteraly beat anyone up, for no reason anyways. He just do be like that.

He is very dumb, please be patient

Isn't romantic, he tries to act cool and tough, but he is unintentionally cute! Like he will go to s/o house in middle of day, knock on door and he like "sup babygrill I bought you some ice cream"

If you guys play any kind of competitive game he might let them win! But he never tell them that of course

Also he is very physical, but not in romantic/sexy way but in 'dub me up homie/sup give me high five' hes very bromance. he also enjoys just leaning on them, like yall just stand waiting for bus and this dude will put like half his body weight on them

Once he had a nightmare and called them at 3am

Speedwagon

Btw sorry that characters are all over place and not organised, I am sleeby

My guy will shank anyone for you babe

Talks, a lot. So if s/o is a listener type, they will get along well

Goes to Jonathan and asks for advices about relationships!

S/o steals his hat and he pretends that he's offended, but pls dont stop you look cute!

My guy is very very...unorganised... total mess of a men if it comes to life. I dont even know if he has a house btw

Cuddles on couch when he's sure that noone is around>>>

Will read them to bed if that helps s/o fall asleep

He has poor eyesight but he doesnt wear glasses. Bonk him pls

#jojo x reader #jjba #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #okuyasu my beloved #okuyasu x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #speedwagon x reader #kars x reader #santana x reader #joseph jjba #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #request open

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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Back on my shitposting Bullshit. This posts theme is something I had already done on my older writing blog and I always love making headcanons so here it is for JJBA. (Jodio not included yet)

Feel free to drop in my ask box if you miss any character and wanna hear what I think or for literally anything else. (Please remeber to not send in too many charcters, Ill set the limit for now at 6)

Anyways, I hope yall get a kick out of my funky ideas.

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1-8 JoJo’s x Reader - Playing Animal Crossing Together

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Short summary: My personal headcanons on the JoJo’s playing Animal Crossing with references to you and their friends.

Warnings: None. Only wholesomeness here., except for Joseph srynotsry

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Jonathan:

Loves it, huge fan of the tiny wholesome animal game.

Speedwagon showed it to him, knowing Jonathan would love it.

Jonathan puts a big effort into keeping his island pretty, villagers happy, filling the museum, sending gifts and letters to his friends and you.

Most wholesome player you'll ever encounter, that happily trades anything he has.

Loves to buy furniture and clothing for you to surprise you with it.

🌟

Joseph:

Wasn’t that big into it until he discovered the custom pattern function.

Now he's a menace, using loads of cursed patterns to paint his island in and give his villagers ugly shirts.

His own character wears a "Pussy Master" shirt.

Will visit Caesar’s and your island just to mess with you and gift your villagers ugly clothing and furniture.

Avid time skipper.

Biggest troll you two know and yet you love him.

🌟

Jotaro:

Not interested, didn't know what it was until he saw you having fun with it.

He asked Kakyoin what the game is, and he happily showed Jotaro.

Jotaro eventually surprises you with a friend request on your switch.

He doesn't do much around his island, just places some stuff here and there.

Is absolutely obsessed over aquatic Villagers and filling the fish part of the museum to take pictures there with you.

🌟

Josuke:

Organized Town, pretty layout, casual player that takes his time to slowly work towards everything.

Will make his house gaming themed.

One part of the island is dedicated to recreating the cafe and fill it with references to you and his other friends.

Eager to get his friendship up with all his villagers, loves to give them gift and talks to them daily.

Loves the Nookmile tickets/ Kapp'n trips and goes on them whenever he can.

🌟

Giorno:

Froggy Chair obsessed.

Owns the Sanrio Amiibo cards and decorates with it.

Also has all the villager amiibo cards and everyone is welcome to borrow them to get their favorites on their respective islands.

Loves the museum and eagerly works on filling it, gifting anything he already has to you.

Cute natural island theme with loads of plants and occasional duplicated statues spread around.

Made a cute park for you that has lots of hybrid flowers and cutesy furniture.

Loves all villagers, but his favorites are the frogs.

🌟

Jolyne:

Surprisingly organized in a sense?

Like you, Ermes, FF and her share a group chat where everyone posts their newest decoration updates, what villagers moved in and might move out, turnip prices.

You trade furniture for the catalog and help each other's museum, teamwork makes the dream work.

Loads of pictures of you four hanging out in the coffeeshop.

One room in her house is dedicated to you and filled with references to your relationship.

Anasui is banned from all islands, and you designed a custom pattern with his face and a red X on it that all of you have next to your airport.

🌟

Johnny:

Johnny wasn't big into it at first and then got completely hooked.

Only Horse and Mouse villagers.

Western themed all the way. Kentucky state flag as his island flag.

Loves Gyroids and has multiple in each room.

Gyro and he trade furniture and ignore the museum completely. They are only interested in decorating their homes and island to have it perfect.

Made it big with turnips but refuses to explain to Gyro how it works.

🌟

Gappy:

Was confused at first why you liked the game so much.

Yasuho and you made him his sailor outfit and buy him some furniture to start him up with.

You two explain the whole concept roughly to him and then let him play.

You never expected him to figure it out super quickly and making loads of money with turnips.

His house was upgraded faster than yours and Yasuho’s, he began making his own custom paths, made an orchard on his island.

He quickly takes a huge liking to the game and loves everything about it.

He leaves the island largely as it is, the only stuff he really decorates are his house, the orchard (reminiscent of the Higashikata one) and the little area with his villagers.

The rooms in his house are all dedicated to a person that he then decorates accordingly to. (You, Yasuho, Holly, the Higashikata Family etc)

#jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #johnny joestar x reader #gappy x reader #joseph joestar x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #josuke x reader #jotaro x reader #giorno x reader #jolyne x reader #Jays back on her bullshit yeehaw

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silent-sanctum · 20 days

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I love, love, LOVE your Morioh slices of life and would die for more of Jotaro trying to have a stable family life amid Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans. Please? Maybe a beach episode?? Anything you want, really! 🙏

Hiya! Sorry I just got to your request! This one's pretty lengthy as I said but it is here now~ There was less Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans than I hoped but that's because I wanted to focus the story on Jotaro's family bonding time. Hope you enjoy! ♡

A Slice of Morioh: Our Piece of Peace

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When it comes to the Kujos, nothing was ever boring or simple.

Every day in every month was something new to explore for the couple and their energetic 4-year-old daughter. Initially, it was just the family doing what an average family does in their seaside villa in Florida, then give it a couple months of adjustments, they found themselves in a mini crusade as they traversed most of Asia.

Jolyne fully had the idea that their trip was purely for vacation, but little does she know that it was half-work as well. In the background of their travels, her parents hunted down potential Stand enemies and possible Stand arrows in the area with the intention of minimizing threats that could harm their little girl’s future.

The whole family work-vacation was entirely your idea, taking into consideration Jolyne’s adventurous and excitable personality. You wanted her to explore the world before she had to stay in one place for her schooling. Understandably, Jotaro hesitated with the suggestion, feeling fearful of what could happen to his family; a hint of trauma still plaguing the back of his mind even after attended many therapy sessions.

You gently insisted it was for their daughter’s development and that she’d be under constant watch but allowed him time to ponder, never pushing it too far that it irritated him.

Eventually, he gave in and trusted your word to allow Jolyne in the couple’s travels across half the world. Looking at her now being this happy and excited, Jotaro didn’t regret his decision.

At this point of their trip, they agreed to give themselves a break and opted to settle down in the small town of Morioh-cho.

And aside from the handful of local Stand users wanting you and Jotaro out of the way of their shady business, the trouble wasn’t too much to handle and the family still had enough rest before venturing out of the country once again.

But-

“Eomma! Appa! I’m bored! Can we go somewhere else please?!”

Jolyne, having be used to the constant go-to routines her family does, began to fuss and whine within the 4 walls of their hotel room. You have stayed in the small town for over a month and within them, your daughter had wasted no time wandering about the area with the typical eagerness of a preschooler.

But since you and Jotaro intended to stay for at least 2 more months, it would only be time until she began to crave for more adventures. Thus, you found yourself facing Jolyne nearly throwing tearful tantrums in the lounge area of your hotel room, with Jotaro by your side perplexed at the situation, and Great Grandpa Joseph sighing as he carried the tiny Shizuka in his arms.

“I wanna go out! I wanna play and run and eat and do whatever!” Jolyne huffed and puffed in her butterfly-patterned pajamas, hands balling in tiny fists and feet stomping on the carpet.

“Jolyne, what did I tell you about being patient? Your mother and I still have matters to tend to here,” Jotaro said gruffly. “We already allowed you to hang out with Josuke and his friends.”

But the little girl continued to whine, cheeks growing red from frustration. “But they keep taking me to the same places over and over! I don’t wanna go back there!”

“Like where pearl?” You questioned.

She raised her chubby fingers and began to count from each. “The sandwich shop, the playground, the ice cream shop, the nice man’s food shop, the school, the park, and even that weird man’s house!”

“Which weird man?” Jotaro mumbled to you, to which you muttered back a quiet “Rohan Kishibe. They like to fool around with the guy”, and he nodded in immediate understanding.

“Listen,” you started as you got down on your knees to face Jolyne. “You have to understand that other than what your father said, the point of why we stayed here is to relax for a bit and then we can go back out there.”

She pouted. “But-”

“However,” you butted in before she could go back to throwing a fit. “How about I make a deal?” You reached over to grasp her one hand with both of yours. “We’ll have a mini road trip in the neighboring towns near Morioh and you can have all the fun you want, but when we get back, you have to behave until we finish our job here. Or else, you get limited exploration in our travels.”

You turned to look back at your husband. “Sounds like a good deal, right?” Jotaro quirked up his brows in agreement as he downed his cup of coffee.

Jolyne puffed her cheeks, dubious. “How long is the trip?”

“How long do you want it to be?”

“Hmm… 4 weeks!” Jolyne said with a wide smile.

“That’s a bit much. A week?”

“3!”

“Okay then, how about 2 weeks?” You said. “We can do a lot in 2 weeks pearl.”

You felt a hand lay on your shoulder and for a second, you glanced at Jotaro kneeling next to you. “Eomma also needs to rest a lot for your baby sibling to grow properly. Don’t you want that?” You flushed as he wrapped a gentle arm around midsection, hand resting on your small bump.

Jolyne pressed her lips together as she mirrored her father’s action and placed her hand on your tummy. “Yeah…”

“Listen to your parents youngster,” Mr. Joestar spoke up from the back. “There’s loads of fun stuff you can do in places near Morioh. I would know because I’ve been quite the wanderer myself in my younger days.”

“Of course you were old man,” Jotaro deadpanned at him. You held back a laugh at the implication. “Quite the wanderer indeed. I wouldn’t say it was your younger years though.”

“Anyways,” you cleared your throat. “Do we have a deal, little miss?” You put up a hand for her to shake.

Jolyne scrunched her face in deep thought before grinning and eagerly grasping your hand with her smaller ones. “Deal!”

You huffed in complete adoration and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her forehead. “Aigoo, my tiny impatient explorer….”

“Go bath now before your mother changes her mind,” Jotaro said, rustling her already-tousled dark hair. Jolyne stared up at her father with challenge in her eyes and a smirk for a mouth. “In the count of 3,” he started. “One… two…”

And just like that, your daughter bolted back to her room with a loud giggle.

Jotaro chuckled and got up from his knee, helping you up after him. “Good grief. We really should come up with something to keep her occupied in one spot.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “You spoil her too much.”

“Me?” You raised a brow with a scoff. “And you don’t?”

“I mean-” He watched how you smirked up at him. His cheeks warmed a bit. “This whole vacation was your idea.”

“I know. But you’re often the one bending over to Jolyne’s every wishes, Jotaro-ssi.”

“Oi.”

“I get it!” You both turned to the elderly man. “You both are loving parents to that little girl! Have your squabble elsewhere before the baby starts crying again.”

You and your husband shared one look at each other and with that, a smile grew on both your faces.

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Jotaro’s job was far from over. Stand users still run rampant in society as he speaks but even then, there was this reassuring sense of peace that often blanketed over his worries.

It took Jotaro months to realize that the source of his reassurance and light heart was the happiness and trust of his family that was with him all throughout this nomadic trip. The trust and love he had for his wife led him to this moment where he can put down the walls of his rigid stoicism and enjoy some semblance of normalcy that you both had wanted.

Just like an ordinary family.

Who knew something as mundane as packing up clothes and toiletries would something he’d prefer over throwing fists at somebody. It became a routine to him considering the number of times they had to the same thing with each country and its many cities.

Ironically, it was even a bit funny that he was finding amusement in the minute details of their daily living: The assigned roles of who was to pack what (Jotaro for the work equipment, you for the clothes, Jolyne for the toiletries), the frequent usage of Star Platinum, Silent Sanctuary, and Stone Free in doing simple assistive work, the banter you somehow still kept up with him throughout the years, his child’s laughter messing with her great grandfather etc.

And so as he tucked the last of the folders in the luggage, Jotaro cocked his head and felt his lip curl up at his own thoughts. “Unbelievable.”

You passed by and glancing at his organizational skills, let out an impressed “ooh” and turned to him. “Got everything packed?” He nodded once. “Your thesis papers? The Stand users’ profiles? Our personal documents?”

“Done. Also double-checked just in case.”

“As expected from you,” you said and got on your tiptoes to peck a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Watch out now, she’s gonna burst through that door in less than a second now.”

“What makes you say-”

“Eomma! Appa!” You both looked to the doorway to spot Jolyne with her trademark space buns, matching pastel green top and bottom, and butterfly accessories clipped on every inch of her clothes. A bright yellow backpack hung behind her, stuffed to the brim. “I’m ready!”

“I’m sure you are pearl.” He watched her run inside to hug your leg in excitement. In turn, you petted her head with gentle strokes. “Makes me wonder what you keep packing in that little bag of yours all the time.”

“Important stuff.” Jolyne giggled as you pinched her cheek.

But beyond the peaceful bubble of their bedroom, a pair of familiar loud teenage voices joined Joseph’s deaf complaints, causing a ruckus in the lounge area bearing the same eagerness as his child.

Said child jumped at their arrival and squealed with glee, hurrying back to greet the new visitors. “Jojo oppa! Kuyasu oppa!”

Jotaro let out the biggest sigh of the day. “Them again?” You smiled at him apologetically, but he knew you well enough to recognize that underlying smugness that paired with that smile. “Don’t tell me…”

“Jotaro-san! Y/N-san!”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name but didn’t resist when you held his hand and tugged him outside. Star hovered out behind to finish packing up all their luggage and carried them out afterwards.

“Josuke, Okuyasu, what are you doing here-” Whatever he wanted to say ended up short when he laid eyes on the two high schoolers… wearing their most casual wear, bulky bags on their backs, and wide grins on their faces. Meanwhile, Jolyne happily perched atop Crazy Diamond’s shoulders.

Jotaro lightly tilted his head to yours and simply muttered a curt “are they really?”

To which you shrugged. “It’s their break. I was thinking they can help us recommend some good spots to visit since they’re locals in the area.”

He wasn’t one to do such thing, but even he could feel himself pout as he said, “We can discover that for ourselves like we always do.”

“Oh come on now love, surely you’re not going to send them home disheartened? I mean, look at our little girl,” he watched as the said child played with the teenagers’ Stands with Stone Free creating many shapes out of its neon blue strings. “She’s so happy her goofy uncles are around. They can also be of big help security-wise if that makes you feel any better.”

Jotaro wanted to refute, his mind trying to come up with something but from a practical standpoint, you had every point in your favor. Instead of digging for more reasons to leave them, he combed his finger through his trimmed curls and heaved a heavy sigh. “I hate it when you have a point.”

You smiled, cheeky. “Where’s Koichi? Isn’t he coming along?”

“We told him to tag with us but he said he wanted to focus on his studies,” Okuyasu said. “And that he can’t leave his girlfriend behind.”

“Which I call foul because I still think she’s controlling and watching his every move,” Josuke added clicking his tongue. “Girl’s an insane stalker, you know?”

“Oh Y/N-san! When do we leave?” Okuyasu said, grabbing the handles of his bag like an elementary grade student about to go on their first school trip. “And what are we riding? Bus? Boat? Plane?”

“I’d like to board a plane…” Josuke mumbled with his thoughts already in the clouds.

“You two,” both boys froze in a second and stood rigid as Jotaro spoke from where he was beside you. “Be grateful Y/N invited you with us. I expect you to behave and minimize inconveniences around my family. Got it?”

“Y-Yes no problem with that Jotaro-san!” Josuke stuttered.

Nothing had even started and he was about to pop a blood vessel as soon as the two boys began to cause chaos in their booked hotel lounge. It was fortunate that you were there to step in and calm him down with a simple hand on his back. Jotaro turned to you and after a quick glance at him, you said to everyone in the room.

“Alright, looks like everything’s settled. Everyone is in attendance so let’s get this show on the road.”

“You kids have fun now,” Joseph said with the baby in his arms opening and closing her fists, mimicking an infant’s version of a wave. “I’ll just rest here with Shizuka. Poor thing might throw a fuss if I leave her alone.”

“Then I’ll have Koichi be the one to assist you then,” you said. “You take care Mr. Joestar.”

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When planning out where to go for the impromptu trip, Jotaro didn’t think too much about it other than the potential of a Stand ambush. He trusted that you knew what and where you were going and that the two teenagers actually lived up to what was expected of them.

It was only after they boarded a train to the neighboring area and settled in their respective seats did his parental awareness kick in regarding whether or not Jolyne would even love the places they were going to.

If his prior research served him right, there weren’t any extravagant amusement parks or bustling cityscapes nearby that contained the attractions suited to entertain a preschool-aged girl. All there was were a multitude of sightseeing spots designed to interest older people instead of children.

Now looking at his little girl humming on her window seat beside him, happily munching on one of the wafer bars you bought back in Morioh, Jotaro’s mind started to overthink and his heart weighed a bit. I don’t want her to be disappointed. I should’ve told Y/N about modifying the itinerary because what if-

“Yeobo?” Jotaro snapped out from his thoughts to turn to you staring at him with worry. “Something in your mind?”

“It’s… It’s nothing,” he cleared his throat. He could only hope his nonchalance facade is effective. “I was thinking about changing some parts of my thesis, that’s all.”

“Really? Or are you worried about our daughter?”

Damnit. “What gave it away?”

“You kept looking at her eating with that shifty gaze I see in your eyes whenever you’re concerned,” you said. “What is it? Is it security matters again? Because the others are nearby to help out and I can always tell when a threat is within our vicinity.”

“No it’s not that. I got that issue sorted out in my head.”

“Then what?” A soft hand overlaid his and for a moment, his cheeks flared faintly, both at the feel of your wedding ring and your gentle touch. “Tell me.”

He sighed. “Will she enjoy this trip? I’m now recalling the plans you’ve laid out to me beforehand and thinking about it again, it’s not fit for a child’s entertainment. What if she experiences this whole vacation and ends up upset and starts throwing tantrums again when we get home?”

“Entertainment?” Looking away, you raised a hand to your mouth and huffed a breathy laugh. Jotaro remained puzzled as he continued to stare at you wanting solutions. “Love, this is Jolyne we’re talking about. The same Jolyne who wandered about wild forests with endless questions, and who’d find anything new interesting and worth exploring.”

“She’s been with us to isolated, rural places before and she loved every location regardless,” you smiled. “Don’t worry. As long as we’re with her and she has something to do, she’ll be fine.”

“And besides,” you gently patted your tiny bump. Something he always kept an eye on with fondness. “From all these countryside trips, I feel like this bean will grow more into a calmer baby than their sister.”

Reassurances were always something Jotaro never believed in fully being the skeptic that he was and a bit cynical towards the world, but hearing you say them was different- he’s been with you through the years and he’d seen how you’ve done or at least did your best to make sure you kept your word.

And he was grateful that he had someone he could feel this sentiment towards and he was glad it was you. So Jotaro smiled back in return, never saying anything back. Instead, he pressed a light kiss on your temple.

Time passed and eventually, the scenic view out their window transitioned from a stretch of green fields to the gradual transition into rows of blooming cherry blossom trees lining the large clear river down the slope.

The second the train had fully stopped, Jolyne couldn’t wait any longer and hurriedly tugged her parents towards the numerous pink foliage that waited for them. Josuke and Okuyasu stepped in to your aid and offered to play with her while they were there, sparing you from the worry of running and exerting stress to your unborn child and worrying Jotaro in the process.

The younger crowd enjoyed their time doing rounds of tag and role-playing while the “parents” of the group took their time to bask in the pleasing, spring environment. At times, the group would band together in one spot to take some photos with the Polaroid you brought for your travels.

The group proceeded to visit the nearby bay as suggested by the old man and there they continued to take even more memorable pictures as Jolyne wandered about the stone paths and bridges above the body of water. They were lucky enough to board a small boat to cruise them around before they made their last drive for the day.

By the time they reached the last hours of their afternoon, Jolyne grew tired and ended up sleeping the remainder of the day. With his daughter napping in his arms, the group took the chance to visit some of the local shrines within the area. During a break, they settled down momentarily in a nearby shop selling snacks.

While the teenagers goofed around talking about splurging versus saving, Jotaro chose to sit beside you with Jolyne laying on your lap, resting peacefully. Both of you had different treats in hand wanting separate selections. Naturally, you two ended up sharing a bite or two of their respective treats as if they were still the young lovers from high school.

After settling down for the night, the group proceeded to board a bus departing to a neighboring city the day after, and much like their situation in the train, Josuke and Okuyasu began to snicker and gossip to themselves in the seats ahead of Jotaro and his family. The only difference was that his little girl spent the duration of the bus trip with the teenagers, already accustomed to their chaos.

He could only imagine how befuddled and protective he became beside you.

“You’re in that mode again.”

“What mode?”

“Death glares, pressed lips, cocked head, crossed arms, bouncing knee, and lack of child within arms length..” You counted. “You know, papa wolf mode. I’ve took note a total of 3 occurrences so far during our vacation here.”

“Should I be concerned that I’m feeling this way more often? Or that you’re being smug and keeping count of it?”

“What’s it to you?” You smirked with that knowing shrug of yours. Seeing you crossing arms after him had Jotaro scoffing lightheartedly in disbelief, albeit with a curl to his upper lip. “Come on, it’s endearing admit it.”

“Quiet.”

Eventually past the rural side of the place and even more stretches of plains and farms, the bus made it to its destination. Drawn to the many eye-catching arcades immediately seen from where they stand outside the station, the high schoolers returned to Jolyne and with her consent and the permission of her parents, and invited her to play with them.

You shared a look with your husband and in silent resignation, he waved the boys off to do whatever. You allowed it as well under the condition they return and meet-up in the lobby area of hotel after an hour.

Suffice to say, they bolted to the nearby arcade game the second everyone approved. “Good grief,” Jotaro said. “When I got myself prepared to be a parent to 1, I didn’t think I’d be one to 3.”

“4,” you said back.

His eyes widened for a brief moment in realization before letting out a bashful chuckle. He stroked your tummy in soft circles. “You’re right. My bad, little bean.”

Their time spent in the urban landscape wasn’t as grand as they would’ve expected, but at the same time none of you complained. Instead, you discovered that other than the numerous entertainment being offered for the younger members of the group, you found a variety of dishes to try with the family ranging from new sushi items, unique meat selections, battered fish cake on a stick, fluffy custard-filled sponge cakes, flavored mochi treats, and many more.

Your days ended up with filled bellies and bags… upon bags of purchased “souvenirs” the teenagers stacked up during their shopping spree. Funnily enough, they were able to buy that much to begin because Jotaro lent them some money under the pretense that they leave his family in peace for even one day.

That day, Jolyne sported a toothy grin as she added a stuffed kitty and puppy plush to her toy collection from a whole day spent in an indoor amusement park- a prize won by her father and his Stand’s impeccable accuracy at a game of shooting specified number of targets. As a cherry on top, you had a hunch the guy manning the booth rigged the game from the number of unclaimed toys sitting on their shelves and the cocky stance he put on. So you took matters into your hands.

A light ring and a mellow symphony conducted by your Stand ended up swaying the con artist to give away all his prizes to nearby children. He earned enough.

“This is papa,” Jolyne said, taking the paw of her puppy plush to wave at Jotaro. The latter raised a brow at his daughter sitting on his forearm and reached up to pinch her cheeks with his free hand. She fumbled around until she’s able to grasp the kitty’s paw to wave at you. “And this is mama.”

You cooed, combing through her partly-dyed hair. She wanted them down for today and you didn’t see any problem with that. “How about yours, pearl?”

“I’m the butterfly toy back at home,” Jolyne said in return, pouting as she joined paws of both her plushies. “The pretty blue butterfly.”

You smiled and glancing at your husband, he had one on his face as well. “That’s right. You’re puppy-kitty’s little butterfly.”

At that, Jolyne giggled as she snuggled both squeaky plushies into her hug.

Their last stop was a humble, homey village not too far from the city. Known for their crafts, the place gave its visitors a piece of history, nature, local tradition, and its many signature wood products.

Almost immediately, Jolyne hurried over with eager skips to the many workshops available for her to participate in, and just like your child and her 2 older brother-figures accompanying her, you too had to admit that you were also excited to build something.

While they went about their way as usual, you followed after them with a slower stride alongside your husband. “I can just tell you’re brimming to do all sorts of activity here.”

You turned to Jotaro with a confident shrug. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m always up to trying out new stuff.”

“You weren’t exactly the best during that time we had to create wooden statues for arts class.”

“Yah, that was 9 years ago Jotaro-ssi!” You scoffed and playfully slapped his bicep. “A lady can improve. Matter of fact, I have improved when you weren’t around.”

Jotaro smirked, unconvinced. “We’ll see.”

The workshops offered a variety of craft choices to choose from and all members of your group didn’t hesitate to test them out starting from the shop teaching how to make chopsticks from scratch. By the end of the session, your family created 3 pairs of freshly lacquered chopsticks in different colors- violet, burgundy, and olive green.

Josuke and Okuyasu went ahead to visit the workshop that guided them to craft more creative wood works, though knowing them, using their respective Stands to cheat and compete on who would make the better end product was likely what they did without adult supervision.

They spent the entire afternoon exploring the different activities available for them and made personalized trinkets and small wooden decor they could add to spruce their home up. Skill-wise? You weren’t lying when you said you’d somewhat mastered some level of craftsmanship when carving and assembling pieces of chopped wood into various designs.

Beside you, Jolyne created her own custom goodies with Jotaro’s assistance.

After successfully trying out everything, Jolyne spent all her energy for the day and went on to take a nap in her father’s arms, cradling a self-made kokeshi doll swaddled in a forest green handkerchief that she dyed herself- a tiny wooden doll carved, polished, and painted to look like a miniature version of her. And she had Star Platinum to thank.

The sun began to set as the sky’s clear blue gradually transitioned into a beautiful autumn orange. One-by-one, the village houses lit up together with the street lamps that shone upon the dirt path below.

They settled in for the night in a quaint guest house, stowing their bags in their respective rooms, and meeting up to eat dinner at a nearby restaurant serving stew and roast.

And just to finish the vacation on a soft note, why not make use of the hot springs resting just outside their bedroom. Luckily, you were able to book the rooms that had the natural feature before anyone else could, and since the spring was isolated to your spot alone, no one else would be able to interrupt your time in the warm waters and cozy ambiance.

With your daughter now asleep in her pajamas, you invited Jotaro with you for a relaxing soak and seeing there would be no reason to decline, he followed you there.

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This is what he wanted. Not the stressful fights with Stand users or the hassle of paperwork and research.

Just having to hold you in his arms, resting in solitude without having to worry about the problems of the outside world. As a matter of fact, it dawned on him that during the entirety of this mini trip, any paranoia that would’ve appeared at any moment hasn’t made itself known.

Strangely enough, Jotaro felt safe.

He felt safe and fuzzy inside that it genuinely brought a clear joy to his face and a heart that weighed light as a feather. Every once in a while, he could shut his cold logic for a moment and pretend that he was an ordinary man with his wife and child taking the break he so desperately wanted.

He could live like this forever with you.

“You’re uncharacteristically affectionate tonight, love.”

“Hm?” He blinked once, twice, and realized he was half submerged in steaming water, sitting by the stone with your back against his chest. He also caught himself nuzzling the crook of your neck, arms tightening a bit around your midsection just under your breasts with his hands overlapping over your small baby bump. “Oh…”

“I didn’t tell you to stop though,” you said, reaching up behind you to nudge his head forward and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m happy that you’re happy, right?”

Jotaro, not needing to be the intimidating and strong Stand user that slayed the immortal DIO, allowed himself to smile and reciprocate your peck with a tender kiss on your lips. Only then did he nod to answer you.

“We’re heading back to Morioh tomorrow and resume doing Stand business,” you said. “I’ll miss this moment of quietness between us.”

You huddled closer to your husband, holding his hands with yours. “This is nice.” He purred in acknowledgment as he rest his chin atop your head. “I wish we had more moments like this. Just you, me, and our children.”

“I’d like that too…”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #for those unfamiliar #yeobo just means “honey”#and oppa is an honorific for girls to call their older brothers

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the-cooler-kira · 2 years

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I just read your hc! of Jotaro with a affectionate girlfriend, could we have part 4 version and how he deals with jealousy?

4taro dealing with his jealousy over his affectionate wife

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Since Egypt, he's been more willing to endure the PDA. Mainly because that trip made him realise how human lives can easily fade out in a flash and it's a reminder that you're there. You're alive. You're with him.

On the other hand, he also gets jealous. A lot more than he used to.

He knows that you show love, both romantically and platonically, through physical affection and he knows it's practically second nature for you to hug your friends and share drinks with them without airing it. He knows. But that won't stop him from getting jealous.

I'd say it partially comes from being insecure. Your friends seem to be so much better than him. Talkative, not emotionally closed off, more likely to reciprocate your platonic PDA.

Sometimes he thinks it's selfish for him to be with you because of how different you are, so it takes a lot of reassurance from you. And not just with cuddles.

If you actually express your feelings verbally it would mean a lot more, because he sees how you'll hug just about anyone.

You hugged Josuke one time because you were proud of him and Jotaro dug his nails into the palm of his hand to restrain himself from doing anything rash.

Okuyasu was not so lucky.

He seems to like milfs (source: Tomoko and Shigechi's mum), so you can imagine how it went down when he met you and little seven-year-old Jolyne... especially when he didn't realise that was in fact Jotaro's family.

"I'm gonna head back to the hotel. See you guys later!" You waved goodbye as your other hand was occupied with your daughter's tiny hand. Spinning on your heel, you walked away and made for the hotel you and your family were staying at, just like you said.

"Not gonna lie, she's hot." Okuyasu blurted out and smirked.

"Okuyasu!" Koichi and Josuke yelled in response.

"What!?"

"That's my niece-in-law," Josuke began. "If that's a thing."

"Huh?" The more confident of the trio tilted his head in pure confusion.

"Oh my God- that's Jotaro's wife!" Josuke exaggerated his hand gestures as he motioned towards the adult that could feel his blood boiling at the very second.

Okuyasu felt his heart drop as soon as he was sent a ice cold, stern glare from the former delinquent. "You may still be a kid, but I won't hesitate to snap your neck like a twig if you continue with those remarks towards her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes sir!" Okuyasu was immensely regretting all of his life choices.

"That goes for all of you." He glanced at the other two students, who were petrified on their friends behalf.

"We know!"

"You'll only address her as Mrs. Kujo from now on, got it?"

"Yes sir!"

So he may have gotten a little verbally violent... oh well.

He had to remind himself that they are just kids and they'd never do anything weird, neither would you. You know, because you're not a criminal.

Speaking of kids, however, seeing Jolyne really calms him down for various reasons. One is that he was able to have such a cute little girl, and it was only possible with you.

The fact that you were even willing to start a family with him really makes his heart swell, and reminds him that he doesn't need to be jealous.

After a long day of work, coming home to see your little girl snuggled up on your chest settles his mind and he's able to forget his worries for a while.

During part 4, there weren't many other adults that Jotaro was in immediate contact with. There was only two main ones: one being the serial killer with a hand fetish, and the other being the ever-curious and work-driven mangaka.

Now for your friends, well you're more busy these days that you barely see them. Between taking care of your daughter, trying to spend time with Jotaro, and managing any other responsibilities you may have... there just isn't enough time.

This is enough for Jotaro, however. Enough for his envious tendencies to calm down and maybe even indulge more in your PDA.

"I love you, Jotaro." You said as you hung your arms around the back of his neck.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He put his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "More than anything."

"Since when did you become a softie?" You joked.

"Gimme a break," he sighed as he pressed your foreheads together.

hope it was okay @needy-self-ship-jjba

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #fluff #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo headcanons #jjba headcanons #headcanons #jjba diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #koichi hirose #yoshikage kira #rohan kishibe

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inkpot909 · 5 months

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First Christmas Together Headcanons: Josuke Higashikata x Reader

Gender neutral Reader written with they/them pronouns. The Reader, and by extension their family, celebrate Christmas. Reader is written to have a positive relationship with their family. Takes place at an undisclosed time after the events of part 4.

M/n = Mother’s name

A/n: Happy holidays, everyone! I hope the end of the year can be a good one for all of you no matter what you celebrate. I hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): An innuendo; just Tomoko being her usual outspoken-self.

Early in November is the time Josuke began hearing small tidbits concerning your family’s annual Christmas celebrations.

It started out small, and mostly implicit. A passing mention of the holiday’s approaching, not so much about your own traditions specifically. In all honesty, most of the early excitement present in the group came from Koichi and Josuke himself.

Days slowly pass, and Josuke’s ears pick up more tiny nuggets of information. He’s more attentive when listening around this time of year- thinking about what you might want as a gift of course! You also offer another small mention of seeing family- it’s to be expected.

But then, one afternoon, he was hit with a bombshell:

“How do you like it?” Josuke asks, bending at the hip slightly. His gaze snaps down to the cup in your hand, both of his too preoccupied with holding one of his own to point or gesture.

The tips of both your fingers are all tinted, and steady breathing is softly visible in chilled air. All of Morioh is covered in a thin blanket of snow. Patches of ice do nothing to stop small children here and there from rushing about playfully.

At a time like this, when being good is pushed on them like no other, a few kids passing by have given you and Josuke pleasant smiles.

A smile of your own plays on your lips, a small but sincere one that easily reaches your eyes. “It’s real good,” you respond, “Thank you for buying me a cup.”

“Of course,” Josuke hums, leaning back and moving his gaze forward. “I’m not going to drag you around town in this weather without treating you to hot chocolate.”

A chuckle escapes your lips, glancing at him with a knowing look. “You’ll find something good for your mom by the time my fingers freeze off, don’t worry,” you jest.

Josuke’s lips form a thin line, momentarily pressing them together before they hastily spread apart. “I never know what to get her!” he defends, “For a woman like her- it’s always better to plan ahead, okay?”

“Okay, okay…” you chuckle, gaze falling to your feet. “Of course I understand, Josuke.”

“You got people in your family that are difficult to shop for?”

“Sure, I think that’s universal struggle for Christmas shoppers,” you shrug, “At least most of the family I shop for are too tired by the time we open gifts; really takes the edge off.”

Josuke raises a brow, genuine curiousness laced into his tone while asking, “Do you guys open gifts late on Christmas Eve?”

You shake your head. “No, we open them on Christmas morning.”

“What? You get up super early? Don’t worry, I get it… Santa visiting is real exciting…” he replies, lightly poking your arm.

You laugh along with him, once again shaking your head. After the both of you calm down, you finally elaborate, “My family… every year we get together at midnight on Christmas day. Whose house we go to depends on the year, but we have a breakfast together around one in the morning. Usually gifts are last, and usually people begin to leave around five or six in the morning.”

“Really?” Josuke’s eyebrows raise.

“Yeah,” you nod with a smile, “I started going a couple years ago, just because the younger kids in the family don’t always go in order to instead sleep. And, well, you know… to give anyone over the age of thirteen a break.”

Josuke hums, lips pushed out as he mulls over your words. You give him the small amount of time he needs to think about it, taking a sip of your hot chocolate in that moment or two.

“That… actually sounds really fun,” Josuke suddenly says. You turn to him, only to notice him already looking at you with a grin.

Although Josuke has always been happy to spend Christmas with his mother, he’s always wondered what it would be like to spend Christmas with a larger family.

After dumping a couple more questions on you about your Christmas traditions, Josuke offered you a sweet sentiment.

“I hope you have fun! The way you talk about it… gets me all excited for the holiday season, honestly. You’ll have to tell me about your Christmas morning.”

By that time next week, he was nearly knocked off the balance of his feet when you invited him over for celebrations.

You went on to tell him his mother was invited too, about how your family is willing to welcome them both with open arms, and how everyone seems excited to meet your boyfriend.

Josuke himself was still digesting the fact that you invited him to join in on your family’s Christmas celebrations in the first place.

Will your family like him? At least your parents seem to… maybe. Is he not understanding them correctly? Crap; he really hopes not. Surely they have to, they’re offering him to join in on their holiday traditions.

Do you have younger family members? You said that kids don’t really tag along, but it’s always possible. Josuke’s awkward with kids. What would your family- no, what would you think of that?

What if his hair looks off that day? If his hair isn’t holding well Josuke takes it as a sign that his day won’t go well.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, and he hadn’t even told his mother about it yet.

When he finally did bring it up, she declined the offer to go with. She said that she would definitely feel more inclined to get some sleep, but ultimately decided that Josuke could go.

However, it did come with a lecture:

“What are you going to do when you get there?”

“Thank Y/n’s family for inviting me…”

“What are you not going to do?”

“Spend the whole time in her room alone…”

“Nuh uh uh!” Tomoko shakes her head, arms crossed. “That’s not what I said!”

Josuke’s shoulders stiff, rubbing the back of his neck. Noticing the impatient tapping of her foot, Josuke sighs. “No ‘fooling’ around…” he mumbles.

“That’s right! I better not hear anything about the two of you doing anything inappropriate! I have M/n’s phone number! I’m not above showing up and dragging your ass straight home!”

God, he can’t look her in the eye talking about something like this. Although no one else is around to see, Josuke’s gaze moves around nonstop in order to find some semblance of escape from how utterly embarrassing this is.

However, Tomoko is extremely observant, both a blessing and a curse.

“Hey! Look at me!” she says, snapping her fingers.

Hesitating, Josuke finally meets her eyes once more.

“I’m serious, Josuke,” she continues, “You’re going to a family event- so make sure you’re on your best behavior. I expect you home by six thirty, got it?”

Josuke nods, yet still cannot help but let a huff escape his nostrils. “Yes, yes… I get it,” he responds.

Sighing, Tomoko unfolded her arms and to instead place her hands on her hips. Leaning her head back, she tells him in a softer voice, “Josuke… I know you’re getting older; believe it or not I do want you to enjoy that.”

“I know, Mom, I know…”

There’s a pause, Josuke internally digesting what his mother was getting at. What exactly’s going on in her head, it’s anyone’s guess. He doesn’t often dwell on such a thing, anyway.

“If you’re going to mess around, don’t do it at a family get together. Teenagers are teenagers, but I really think that-“

“Mother! Please!”

It was awkward and long-winded, but one lecture from his mother later and he was given the “okay” to spend Christmas morning with you and your family.

…Oh, god, he’s going to spend Christmas morning with you and your family.

Now that he was given the “go ahead,” Josuke is completely stuck in his head. His mindset is less worried about what your family would think of him (although that still makes him a bit nervous), but more curious about what this could mean for the two of you.

It’s… a big step, right? It’s certainly got to mean something. Meeting parents is one thing, but extended family is a whole other can of worms. Regardless of your relationship with them, that takes a lot of trust, right?

Josuke, while usually calm and collected, isn’t completely detached from getting nervous from time to time. When it pertains to you and the relationship you share, he’s steadily growing more used to experiencing new things.

Yes, wants to reach this milestone with you, but now that it’s steadily approaching… there’s no use in denying how his palms sweat thinking about it.

Both Koichi and Okuyasu see it as being a big deal as well.

Koichi approaches giving Josuke advice calmly, speaking from a place of understanding. Meeting Yukako’s family caused him a lot of stress, but assured Josuke that it’s really all in his head. That if he can find it in himself to relax a bit, it’ll be no problem. More than that, since he’ll be with you, it’ll likely ground him. At the very least, you know Josuke well enough to know how to be there for him if he needs it.

Okuyasu… well, bless him, does more harm than good with his approach. Going off about how important this is, and how it may dictate the future of his relationship with you. Just hearing Okuyasu go on, Josuke couldn’t help but bite his lower lip. He knows Okuyasu means well, as usual. But if it were coming from anyone else, Josuke would likely hit them.

Then, there’s you.

When Josuke told you about his nerves on the matter, December had just begun. The end of the year is moving closer, and in the distant is the anniversary of the two of you getting together.

That alone is enough to make his heart jump ten feet into the air.

You soothe his anxieties like no other. With soft, knowing words that travel straight to his heart. It isn’t just your words, but also how well they sound in the tones of your voice. Just two minutes into the conversation and Josuke is reminded why he shouldn’t be nervous. And the more he thinks about it practically, the more he relents that he can’t wait to spend Christmas morning with you.

It’s a little cheesy, to be sure. But if there’s anytime that people are allowed to be a little cheesy, Josuke figures it would be the holidays.

A couple more weeks pass, and Josuke finds himself getting ready late on Christmas Eve. Tomoko’s already turned in for the night, having suggested Josuke drink some coffee before heading out.

But giddiness is good enough at keeping him awake.

Yes, he plays some video games after getting ready, but it’s mostly to pass the time more than anything else. Just as he passes a level, he hears a soft knock coming from the front door.

Josuke paused for a moment after opening the door, taking in your appearance. Yes, he’s seen you dressed up before and vise versa. However, it never fails to leave him speechless.

“You look amazing...” he softly tells you, disregarding a usual greeting in order to immediately voice exactly what’s on his mind. The delivery is gentle and carries genuine tones that touch your heart.

The journey back to your house is possibly the most nervous he feels throughout the duration of the Sure Yes, he’s met your parents a handful of times before, but never talks with them for a long period of time. Regardless, within minutes, Josuke calms into his usual chatty self.

By the time the both of you are walking through the front door, a smile is present on his face.

Although not necessarily nervous; Josuke is a bit overwhelmed by how many people he meets throughout the night.

Older relatives that hold power within the structure of the family show genuine kindness yet put forward many questions trying to form an understanding of his character. Aunts and Uncles that tease the two of you about how there’s no use searching for a mistle toe- claiming there was no time to set one up. Cousins of all ages staying within their own closed-off group. A couple of younger relatives that seemingly wish to hang beside Josuke the entire night, in awe of someone totally new.

It is... a lot.

But what Koichi said proved to be true. The more Josuke put his anxious thoughts behind him, the better things turned out to be for him. At least, as far as his own worry is concerned. It turned out to be a lot easier than he initially expected.

And maintaining a relaxed attitude is not only where Josuke lives most his life, but thrives. It’s in that frame of mind that others around the two of you talk to you both happily as normal.

Plus, what situation isn’t further improved with food?

A vast array of breakfast foods litter countertops all over your house’s kitchen. The enticing smell of food is so prominent Josuke swears he can see the aroma rolling off organized plates.

While Josuke is internally joyful at the positive interactions he’s having with your family throughout the breakfast, you are quite pleased yourself.

The small gleam present in your gaze is nothing short of gleeful puppy love.

They adore him; you knew they would. But to see it actually unfold... to see Josuke joke along with your younger relatives... to see Josuke indulging in conversations with your older relatives... it’s downright heartwarming:

Sticking a mouthful of syrup-covered waffles in his mouth, Josuke keeps his attention between two of your relatives having a conversation. Not five minutes before, one of the two told him a story from when you were very young. So young, in fact, you don’t at all remember the event yourself.

Planting your elbow on the tabletop, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Thoughtfully, you glance to a preoccupied Josuke.

A smile has been present on his face almost the entire time. The expression mirrors your own throughout the first couple of hours of Christmas morning. You just can’t help yourself; the way he’s so casually managed to get along with anyone roundaboutly reminds you why you’re with him in the first place.

Feeling your gaze on him, Josuke turns. His eyes are widened, like a deer in headlights, and his mouth is still stuffed with an amount of food that makes his cheeks puff out. “Hmm?” he hums, not daring to open his mouth and speak. You watch him begin to chew hastily, doing little to conceal your amusement.

With one large gulp, you watch his cheeks deflate back to normal. “Yes?” he finally asks, smiling.

You open your mouth to speak, but are cut off by one of your younger cousins rushing over to Josuke’s side opposite to you. She’s bubbly and ecstatic for the holiday, likely having begged her parents to finally let her come along this year.

And much like the other younger members of the family present, she’s convinced that Josuke’s just the coolest.

“Josuke! Josuke!” she giggles, tugging on the sleeve of his arm. He quickly turns to her, maintaining his grin without hesitation.

“Yes?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Y’know what Santa’s bringing me this year?”

“Hmm… I dunno…” he rubs his chin, giving her a quizzical look, “Wanna give me a hint?”

“An instrument!” she squeaks.

“A musician, huh?” Josuke chuckles, and the little girl beams at his observation. “Hmm, how about… a saxophone?”

She shakes her head “no.”

“A ukulele?”

“Nope! Keep guessing!”

“What about… a harmonica?”

With a giggle, your cousin once again shakes her head.

Josuke throws his head back, dramatically slapping a hand to his forehead. “Please tell me!” he pleads, “I can’t guess!”

She bounces on the balls of her feet, and folds her arms around her back. “A drumset,” she finally confirms, holding her head held high.

“Really?” Josuke asks, matching her enthusiasm. “But how do you know he’s gonna bring it to you?”

“Because I asked for it!”

On the other side of the table, her mother clears her throat and comments, “She’s been asking for it for four months now.”

“Four months?” Josuke glances at the woman briefly before bringing his attention back to the little girl. “Well, now, Santa’s gotta know what you want for sure.”

Nodding gleefully, the girl’s mother beckons her over, subtly allowing Josuke to get back to eating. Earlier, she had nagged at her daughter about “hanging on him.” Not that he really minded much, though, finding it endearing.

And it isn’t until he turns back to you, immediately making eye contact once more, that it dawns on him that he’s quite endearing to you too.

Time flies by rather fast, and soon enough everyone’s gathered in the living room to open presents.

Considering the number of people present in the household, Josuke wasn’t surprised that the gifts opened were strictly the ones given by fellow family members instead of any sort of “Santa” gifts.

Regardless, he sat up straight once you finally reached for the gift he’d got you. Pride was written all over his face when you even complimented the wrapping he apparently did “all by himself” (Crazy Diamond did it for him).

It’s something small and sweet.

If you like wearing jewlery, he saved-up money in order to get you something he knew you’d love. If not, he instead opts to buy you something you’ve explicitly had your eye on for a while. Regardless of either, his face turned viciously red when you engulfed him in a tight hug in response.

Your own gift to him was something he would’ve likely cried tears of joy over if he weren’t surrounded by people he’d just met that night.

It’s a new pair of shoes, made by one of his favorite Italian brands. Just by the way he looked at them, you thought his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Similarly to you the hug you gave him, he wrapped his arms around you appreciatively. You relished in the feeling, ignoring some of your family members’ teasing.

Experiencing something this new and anticipated with Josuke melts everything else away. It’s more than enough to finally push you into proposing something to him that’s been on your mind all morning.

“Josuke,” you whispered to him, taking advantage of the fact others were still preoccupied unwrapping gifts, “I think I’m going to walk you home instead of having my parents drop you off.”

He thought he was going to faint right then and there. Yes, he would technically be going against his mother’s wishes by doing so, but just the feeling of your gentle breath brushing against his ear leaves him defenseless.

Without a second thought, he agrees:

Walking side-by-side, hand-in-hand, you and Josuke walked back to his house in a comfortable silence. The walk is short enough to justify doing so to your already exhausted parents, but long enough to let you two thoroughly enjoy being alone together.

Turning a corner, his house finally comes into view. And although your chilled fingertips are grateful to make it halfway through your walk, your heart drops.

He stops you at his front door, gently setting down the box containing his present on the paved stoop.

“Thank you for letting me spend Christmas with you,” he clears his throat, setting his gaze on your hand he’s still holding. Reaching out his other, he sandwiches it between both of his. “I had a lot of fun…”

His voice is soft, almost hesitant. If you were standing back a yard, you doubt you’d be able to hear him.

“Me too…” you nod, smiling.

Knowing him well enough by now to already know what he’s trying to get at, you use your free hand to cup his cold cheek. Leaning forward, you both press your lips against each other. Despite the chilliness, his lips are as inviting as ever.

Wrapping an arm around your lower back, he pulls you a step closer. The action deepens the kiss, lips moving against one another with vigor but not enough to be aggressive. A quiet sigh escapes his mouth, head light and spinning with bliss.

The kiss ends far too soon for either of your liking, but shy smiles and gentle giggles still fill the otherwise silent space after pulling away.

“Y’know…” he clears his throat, “My mother and I usually tend to wake up late on Christmas at this point. And if you wanna call your parents you can always use our phone, and uhm…”

“What’re you getting at Josuke?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“Uhm…” he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “Do you… wanna maybe stay over? We can just crash on the couch if you’d prefer. And again, you can call your family to make sure it’s okay. My mother’ll be mad but at only at me, so if you-“

“Josuke,” you cut him off, laughing. “Yes! Yes… I’d love to.”

Sighing in relief, he quickly whirls around and fumbles a bit trying to unlock the front door. “Good… would hate for you to freeze out here, after all!” he says, prompting you to giggle once more.

Josuke was in a hell of a lot of trouble later that morning, Tomoko nearly having a heart attack in mere surprise walking in on the both of you curled up on the couch. To him, it’s well worth getting to snuggle with you in the early hours of Christmas morning.

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