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Fluff Alphabet: Jotaro Kujo

↳ Reader is written as gender neutral and was previously a part of the trip to Egypt.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to write an alphabet list! And who better to write one for than my favorite marine biologist? I hope y’all enjoy and remember to take care of yourselves. <3

Warning(s): A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it innuendo. Mentions of blood and canon-typical swearing. Very light angst.

(A)ffection - How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?

Let’s face it, the phrases “Jotaro Kujo” and “lovey-dovey” don’t mix.

He didn’t rank high on the affectionate scale, at least, not at the beginning of your relationship.

Instead of being openly affectionate, his main method of expressing his feelings during the beginning was to spend lots of quality time with you. Attached at the hip, he followed you around everywhere.

Another way he expressed his affection was by… introducing or referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend?

You still remember the first time you’d met his mother. He brought you home one day, standing a good foot or two to your left. His arms were firmly planted in his pockets, while you awkwardly had to listen to him bluntly say “This is who I’m dating.”

That was his idea of romance.

Jotaro’s come a long way since; it’s a matter of time for him. Quality time is still a large part of his love language, no question, but after settling into the relationship he’ll get the hang of it.

Specifically, he’s more knowledgeable on what you like best and that will certainly shine through in his actions.

This is especially true in private, where he’ll show a side of himself that’s genuinely sweet and more inclined to be physically affectionate.

(B)eauty - What does he admire about you? What does he think is beautiful about you?

Your personal drive and motivations are two things he deeply admires about you!

Specifically, your passions make you incredibly special in his eyes. And this is true regardless of where those motivations lie. If you are passionate in your career, or even about your hobbies, he’ll be sure to take notice.

Whether it’s the way your face lights up when the topic is even slightly mentioned, or the expression of complete focus when knee-deep in whatever it is that compels you to move forward, it can honestly leave him speechless.

He’s a great support as well. Vocally and bluntly expressing a unwavering belief in you. He does this more often if you harbor any insecurities towards your passions as well.

Physically speaking, he adores your eyes the most.

The amount of times he’s drowned himself in the vast ocean contained within your irises is uncountable. It’s grounding, comforting, and will likely never fail to make his heart flutter.

His staring is a constant in your relationship. During the platonic stage, the beginning of you dating, and all throughout your years of marriage.

(C)omfort - How would he help you when feeling down/having a panic attack/etc.?

Much like with displaying affection, Jotaro’s going to be rather shit at this in the beginning.

Where it differs, however, is that his attempts at making you feel better were likely the first signs of his deeper feelings towards you.

As the journey to Egypt developed, so did both of your understanding of one another. Namely, he was rather curt and dismissive towards you initially. This behavior probably led you to try and avoid him, whether it was done shyly or with a more vocal pushback against his actions.

Regardless, stand attacks were the catalyst of you realizing he actually cares for you. More specifically, during the fight against Steely Dan. It didn’t matter to him that Joseph’s life was on the line, if the bastard so much as got to close, you were having to hold Jotaro back from becoming violent.

Comforting you while dealing with mental or emotional hurtles is something he approaches far more awkwardly.

When you first began going out, he would grow silent and sit next to you as you let out your emotions. He’s always been a good listener, certainly, but that was pretty much it.

As he matures, he’ll find the- although limited -right words to say. Not only that, but if you want to cling to him, feel free to do so.

If you’re going through a panic attack, his response depends on the situation. If it’s during/because of a battle, he leaves comforting you to someone else while he dives head-first into the fight.

If it’s not during such a dire situation, he will pull you close (unless it’s already been made clear that will only heighten your distress).

Jotaro will encourage you to meet his gaze, and follow his deep breaths as best you can. He will always be calm, and prioritizes you relaxing before discussing the source of your panic attack after the fact.

(D)ance - Does he like to dance with you? How good of a dancer is he?

No way in hell.

It won’t matter how many times you, whine, beg, or bargain. The most you’ll ever get from him is the tapping of his foot or gentle nod of his head in the car.

Try not to take it personally!

In general, Jotaro just doesn’t dance. It’s not for him. He doesn’t even know if he’s got naturally good rhythm (he doesn’t) because he just… never does it.

The first time you ever danced with him is on your wedding day.

Marrying the love of your life in of itself is enough to make your heart swell. But the fact that he danced with you, in front of friends and family no less, made the ceremony magical. And his steady movements, as well as how tenderly he held you to him, took your breath away.

The fact that he asked his mother to show him how to slow dance, practicing for weeks beforehand, is something he’s taking to the grave.

(E)xcitement - How does he act when he’s excited? What excites him?

The world must’ve stopped turning; the sun is falling down from the sky. Pigs are outside flying through the air as if they’ve been doing so for centuries.

Jotaro Kujo’s smiling unprompted.

No, seriously, you can tell he’s anticipating something when the tiniest of smiles plays on his lips for no immediate reason. Generally, he also seems less annoyed at the world when he’s feeling excited.

Those are good enough indicators on their own, but there’s also the fact that he talked your ear off about whatever it is he’s looking forward to the night prior.

“Talked your ear off,” by the way, translates to mumbling out no more than four sentences on the matter.

If you were anyone else, they likely wouldn’t notice a difference. But you do, knowing Jotaro better than he knows himself at times.

Achievements and advancements within his career is what often excites him as an adult. A rare visit from an old-friend such as Polnareff is also bound to put him in a good mood. And finally returning home from a long trip away is bound to make his eyes shine.

When he was still a young delinquent, these reactions were policed to the point where he hardly expressed such things in front of you. But after mellowing out, it’s heartwarming to see more genuine displays of his emotions.

(F)uture - What are his plans for the future? Does he see himself getting married, having kids?

Before you, even getting into a romantic relationship wasn’t on his mind at all.

So it’s more likely that you’re the first to bring things up like marriage or children, then he’ll begin to seriously consider it. If he realizes his wants and needs for the future on his own, you’re still what’s going to be on his mind front and center.

For him, his mind is focused on one thing at a time.

After marrying, he’ll one day think to himself, Huh, usually the next step is having kids. Then he’ll contemplate it, wondering if that’s what he wants.

Jotaro’s the type of individual that never saw such a thing for himself out of youthful disinterest.

But as he grew up and found his relationship with you to be the most important thing in his life, he discovered he truly does wish to have a nuclear family.

It scares him a little, even with your ability as a stand user.

He knows all too well that there are plenty of people that want his head for the conflict in Egypt. It’s something you both have invested a lot of time in investigating side-by-side.

But at the end of the day, his trust in you and knowledge that you’re more powerful as a unit that eventually pushes those worries out of the picture.

And ultimately, what’s important to you becomes important to him. So, although he certainly comes to envision settling down and having a family with you, how you feel on the matter is the final word in his eyes.

(G)ifts - What does he give you as presents? How often does he give gifts?

Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s Day and anniversaries is pretty much the only time he gives gifts.

Despite not doing it often, he’s attentive enough and knows you to the point where he’s become quite good at it. He’s not afraid to spend a generous amount of money on you either.

And what his gifts lack in frequency, he certainly makes up for in memory.

Jotaro Kujo never forgets a date. The thought of reminding him doesn’t ever pass through your brain because he’s so consistent with it.

He smartly plans ahead on top of that. Meaning, even if he orders you a gift to be delivered to the house, it will always arrive on time. And if it doesn’t, it’s never on him that it didn’t.

(H)old - How does he hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Holding hands has long been his preferred (and only) form of PDA.

Especially when you were younger and still dating, it was a statement to everyone around you. That yes, you’re both taken and happy to be together.

By the time you both mature into the relationship, it’s already an established habit. Now, he simply does it because he loves you and is happily aquatinted with your fingers intertwined with his.

Yes, part of him still wants everyone to know. But he cares a lot less about his reputation at this point in his life.

When cuddling, he mainly likes holding you close to him rather than it being the other way around. Having your head rest on his chest provides him a sense of comfort that’s irreplaceable.

That said, there are times when he’d like to lean on you or plant his head in your lap. It’s usually after a long, stressful day that he’ll seek out such a thing.

After dinner is usually time for you both to curl up, snuggled together in front of the TV. During the weekend, when neither of you are busy, you’ll find yourselves clinging to each other during the afternoon as well.

He doesn’t much care for cuddling you in bed, though. Jotaro likes to stretch out in his sleep and not be locked into on position the whole night.

“I cuddled with you all day, why would you need me to do it now when I’m trying to sleep?”

Although, if you’ve had a particularly rough day or if you haven’t seen one another for a while, he’ll bring you into his arms at night. Bending his legs forward, he’ll tangle them with yours as he spoons you.

(I)deal - What’s his ideal date like?

Heh, any date with you is ideal, babyboy/babygirl.

Jokes aside, he really doesn’t give a shit.

Planning dates with him may make you want to pull your hair out. He doesn’t care- whatever you want to do works for him.

You want to go out to eat? Fine with him, he’s getting hungry anyways. Want to go watch a movie? No problem; he’ll even pay for your ticket. Or would you rather stay in, curl up together in bed reading beside one another? Perfect, as long as he’s sitting close.

Jotaro doesn’t really understand why you may grow sick of always having to pick, and you’ll likely have to explain it to him.

Whenever he does make plans, it’s almost always something you’ve done together before and therefore is confident you’ll enjoy yourself.

His one no-go for a date is going to an amusement park.

Everything is way overpriced, the lines are too long, and the obnoxious kids littered around the place will set back his desire to have children for years.

(J)ealousy - Does he get jealous easily? How does he handle it?

When you were dating- absolutely.

Not only was he a little more insecure about the future of your relationship, but he also felt the need to keep up his tough-guy persona.

It has always been extremely rare for him to get violent due to jealousy, though.

Instead, he grew dangerously quiet and wrapped an arm around your shoulders protectively.

That said, he wasn’t ever opposed to getting violent. If it ever got to the point where someone was explicitly hitting on you in front of him, one glance at the uncomfortable look on your face, and he’s not afraid to start throwing around vague threats.

In adulthood, and once married, he feels less inclined to posture.

If someone’s hitting on you, he’s more likely to approach the situation calmly and make a point to introduce himself as your husband.

Having a naturally intimidating face doesn’t often lead to others pushing it.

And when he gets jealous in later years, he’s simply going to wait patiently until you get home. Not exactly grow silent like he used to, but shoot you knowing glances instead.

He waits until your both home before doing anything outright. That’s when he’ll grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom. Of course, he knows by now that you love him, but a night of reminding you how much you mean to him certainly doesn’t hurt…

(K)isses - How does he like to kiss you? How often does he kiss you?

For the first month into the relationship, he’d settle for merely kissing you on the cheek.

He’d plant one there, quickly moving away in order to tug the brim of his hat down and cover his face.

You’re likely the one to have instigated the first kiss with him. He didn’t know how to approach; didn’t know how to ask.

After that threshold was broken, he easily prefers on-the-mouth kisses.

Jotaro will still give you kisses on the cheek from time to time, especially in front of family or friends as to not push it PDA wise.

But he’ll likely give you a kiss on the mouth, even if brief, at least once a day. It’s usually after he or you arrive home from work, greeting you with the affectionate action.

Or he’ll give you a quick kiss goodnight before the both of you settle into bed.

Plus, he’s naturally always been a pretty good kisser. Talented bastard.

(L)ove - How does he show you he loves you?

By being a constant presence in your life.

“I’m here, aren’t I? Of course I love you,” he tells you, as if it’s a no-brainer.

He won’t say it out loud, but it’s not just the fact that he’s there, it’s how. Jotaro is very much a show rather than tell type of man.

Acts of service is the primary love language he expresses.

He does your laundry for you unprompted, and in fact, takes care of a lot of the household duties without you needing to ask. He knows you very well, and thus takes care of tasks you know you’ll appreciate not having to do.

He doesn’t make a point of it either. Jotaro rarely boasts about doing such things, and often you’re left to find out on your own.

His deep trust in you is also a way you know he loves you.

With knowing one another for as long as you have, the bond is impossibly strong. Jotaro doesn’t think twice before informing you about his struggles, big or small. Not because he expects you to solve all his problems, but because he values transparency.

(M)elt - What do you do that absolutely makes him melt?

When you respond to his emotions without him needing to say a word, Jotaro’s heart warms.

This once again ties in with how well you know each other.

You’re so good at reading him that he sometimes tricks himself into thinking you may be able to read his mind.

He mentioned it once offhandedly, not even meaning to say it out loud. You’re lighthearted reaction was a little embarrassing for him, but it’s a cherished memory for you.

Not only that, but the fact that you get along seamlessly with his mother honestly brings him a sense of joy he cannot describe.

The only thing he can to think to say on the matter is that family’s important to him. The implication of the statement is implied: You being able to get along with his mother and extended family as well has him melting on the spot.

Bonus points if you’re good with kids too. Namely because Jotaro… is not.

(N)icknames - What does he call you, and what does he like being called?

Not really one for giving pet names, he simply calls you by your name or a preferred nickname.

On rare occasions, when he’s feeling particularly teasing or playful, he’ll call you ‘honey.’ Those moments are few and far between, though.

Other than that, it’s usually just your name he sticks with.

After growing up, and especially after receiving his degree, not many people still refer to him as JoJo. He doesn’t think much of the transition, but he does like it if you still call him JoJo from time to time.

It reminds him of your longtime bond; the nostalgic foundation of friendship you share.

If you like using pet names for him, he’ll roll his eyes and pretend as if he doesn’t like it. That said, he greatly appreciates it if you refer to him by name in front of others or in a serious situation.

(O)bvious - How obvious does he make it that he likes you?

When he was simply harboring a crush on you, it was not at all obvious.

Back during the trip to Egypt, Jotaro’s developing crush went unnoticed. Not even his own grandfather could tell. Hell, Jotaro himself couldn’t even really recognize it at first. It went unnoticed by everyone.

Well, everyone except Kakyoin.

It puts a strain on Jotaro’s heart, remembering it was Kakyoin that first noticed his feelings for you.

The redhead was very respectful about it, but still felt the need to stick his nose in Jotaro’s business in private. Despite him denying the crush up and down, Kakyoin’s encouragement still got to him a bit in the end.

During rough nights, where the past is painfully kept in the front of his mind, Jotaro wonders if him becoming just a little more obvious with his affection for you is done in part as some sort of way to prove himself to his departed friend.

(P)ets - Does he have pets? Does he want them?

Jotaro is so the definition of someone who swears up and down he doesn’t want a pet, yet ultimately ends up loving one unconditionally.

If you want one, he’ll dig his heels into the dirt for months. He’s too busy, you’re too busy… all prepackaged excuses for why it wouldn’t be a good idea.

But you eventually convince him to get one, the stoic man finally relenting with a long sigh.

He prefers dogs over any other kind of pet, so if that’s what you want, it’ll be slightly easier to convince him.

Without ever even trying to do so, it’s him who becomes the pet’s favorite.

The closeness is what leads him to giving in and only admitting to himself that he likes the pet. He’ll never admit it to you (as if you can’t tell); far too stubborn for his own good.

Jotaro has a one-pet-at-a-time policy, though. That’s nonnegotiable.

(Q)uiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with him?

To be honest, it’s a staple of your relationship.

Jotaro finally considered it love once fully wrapping his head around the fact that neither of you felt the need to always be making conversation with one another.

Comfortable silence is cherished by him. Whether you’ve always been the same, or come to have understood that with time, the fact that you’ve come to embrace that aspect of his personality led him to opening himself up to you more during conversations.

Quieter moments occur a lot during the weekend, when there’s no work and only relaxing. You also just enjoy each other’s company without much talking when getting ready for bed.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even say goodnight to you.

Instead, he gently tugs a few strands of hair from your face and cups your jaw momentarily. A gentle glimmer within his pupils reveal much more than any words could express.

The quietness and tranquility present in a lot of the time you spend together is part of his assessment in realizing you were the one.

(R)omance - How romantic is he? What is his go-to ways of being romantic?

…Romantic? Jotaro…?

He’s really responsive to your preferences in romance. Well, depending on how you present them.

He’s no mind-reader and not exactly the best at observing others. Remember the Yellow Terence arc? Yeah… he’s not exactly a detective. If you want him to take a different approach in how romantic he is, subtly nudging him in the right direction isn’t going to work.

Instead, telling him directly what it is you like is much easier for him to wrap his head around. Jotaro never takes such comments personally, seeing as being upfront is preferable for him.

A year or two into the relationship, and he’s much better acquainted with what you like best.

Confident he understands you well, it naturally brings out a more romantic side of him. He’s only deeply observant with those closest to him (think Holly), so once you both reach that point, it brings out a surprisingly sweeter side of him.

(S)afe - What makes him feel safe and comfortable around you?

Once again, it’s got a lot to do with your history together.

Jotaro knows he can rely on you. He’s been keenly aware of your reliability since the late 80s.

Safety for Jotaro means tranquility, and a deep sense of comfort- along with a familiar environment. You provide him these warm feelings; seemingly just by your very presence.

When the two of you are at home together, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s perfectly content. Simply glancing in your direction grounds him, and can calm buried anxieties.

That’s all he really needs to feel safe: You.

Visiting Morioh turns out to be a far more long and arduous task than either of you originally expected. But with you at his side, Jotaro rarely felt himself getting too worked up.

Spending late nights together at the hotel was all he needed to reset his brain, able to start the next day without much complaint over spending his time with unruly teenagers.

(T)end - How does he act when you’re hurt/sick, and vise versa?

If anyone hurts you, they may as well count their days. It doesn’t necessarily matter if you’re assertive all on your own; Jotaro’s going to have something (at the very least) to say.

Hell, knowing him, if someone’s troubling you all he usually has to do is look in their general direction. His entire demeanor gives off the impression of “Don’t fuck with me” and he’s all for standing up for you.

Even during the trip to Egypt, he seemed much looser with his grip on his temper when you were put into the line of fire.

If you’re sick, Jotaro’s surprisingly doting.

He’s extremely adamant that you stay home and rest up. Any reason you may have to get out of bed he’ll take care of himself without question.

If he can’t be there to take care of you (likely due to work), he’ll call once or twice while he’s gone just to check in on how you’re doing.

It’s quite ironic, considering how he acts when hurt or sick.

“I’m not sick,” he’ll insist in a scratchy voice, despite a reddened face and clearly runny nose.

“I’m fine.” Yeah, sure, Jotaro. Never mind the deep gash actively gushing blood all over his left arm.

Attempts to take care of him in anyway will be met with pushback, no matter how old he gets.

One reminder of how much he babies you when you’re feeling unwell is all it usually takes for him to begrudgingly accept your offer to help.

He’ll be silent throughout, but his refusal to look you in the eye is a dead giveaway that he secretly likes being taken care of every now and then.

(U)nique - What’s an unusual thing about him that’s oddly charming?

“JoJo… do you need something?”

“No.”

“Then why’re you staring at me?”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve been looking at me for the past ten minutes!”

(V)ariety - Does he prefer to keep the same routine, or spice things up?

Jotaro is a creature of habit.

He certainly likes to keep a usual routine. Having a familiar structure makes him feel comfortable and as though his life is maintaining stability.

Too many surprises or shocking events happening at once is at best annoying for him, and downright unnerving at worst.

He is a little conscious of this aspect of himself; part of him worries you may grow board of him.

That worry is unfounded, though. Especially considering something new or a shake up to the usual routine is accepted by him if you’re the one to do so. He’s so naturally considerate that he doesn’t even think of that being a factor.

Luckily for the both of you, it’s not difficult for you to ease his worries.

(W)ild Card - A random fluff headcanon

Jotaro’s a big fan of manga and usually invests his free time in catching up on his favorite series’s anime incarnations.

He’s been reading Shonen since he was young, and that interest carries over into his adult years.

Jotaro will certainly sit you down and make ask you to watch his some of his favorite anime with him. Saturday afternoons is his favorite time to curl up next to you on the couch and watch for a few hours.

Definitely the type to always sneak peaks at your reactions out of the corner of his eye. He hardly is the type to speak during a show or movie, but is glad to discuss with you after the fact. Please, discuss with him after the fact.

If you’re also into manga and anime before meeting him, he’s internally overjoyed. However, he is a bit critical.

Not to the point of being rude, but certainly dismissive of it at first if your tastes don’t exactly align with his. Jotaro has taste, and is quite proud of his selections. It may come off as a bit elitist… because it is.

He loosens up with time, and may even give some of your favorites a chance. He will never admit out loud to actually liking them, even after you catch him intently watching an anime of your suggestion on his own.

(X)OXO - Is he affectionate in public? How much PDA does he show?

Despite not being too outwardly affectionate or into PDA, everyone close to him can easily tell you’re together once a relationship is formed.

Joseph cheekily goes on and on about how he “totally saw this coming” (no he didn’t). Polnareff is patting the both of you on the back with a big, goofy grin (his world is crashing around him).

When the Duwang gang first met you, the teens of the group were going mental upon the realization that… holy shit… he’s married… !?

The group’s bewilderment was mostly kept to internal struggles due to both Jotaro’s harsh expression at any question relating to how on earth he managed to marry such a lovely individual.

Josuke specifically thought he was going to have a stroke. Unlike the others, he’s much more prone to speaking his mind even after the implicit warning.

After getting over his initial shock, he’ll berate his nephew for not previously telling him about his partner.

(Y)earning - How does he cope when he’s missing you?

It takes everything in him not to call you.

He holds out the first day of you being gone. It’s no trouble that he’s cooking without your presence, not at all. Ignoring the fact that he’s eating dinner without you cheerily filling him in on your day is no problem. Getting ready for bed alone is no big deal.

Yeah… definitely.

Jotaro will lay himself down in bed, facing your usually taken up side. He’ll find his hand reaching out m at the empty space, fingers curling around the sheets. A frown finds its way onto his tired face.

He’s calling you the next day. And after finally caving, he’s sure to give you a call each day or every other day after that.

Past events has made him wary of being separated from you for too long. And even though he logically knows he’s fussing over nothing, he still cannot help but cave to the small worry growing in the back of his mind.

That said, it isn’t too difficult for him to distract himself from missing you.

But being alone during moments that he’d usually share with you is enough to remind him of your absence.

(Z)eal - Is he willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, he will undoubtedly go to great lengths for you.

One could argue that, having been a part of the Crusaders yourself, an aspect of his actions against DIO were also influenced by a desire to avenge you as well as the others.

Jotaro isn’t above getting violent in your behalf, and would certainly jump through several hoops as long as your safe.

Part of this is because there’s an unspoken mutual understanding that you’d do the same for him (and you certainly have).

But more than that, Jotaro has a small circle of individuals that he would likely do just about anything for. And after everything the both of you have been through together, you’re at the top of that list.

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Hi maya hope your doing well. Im not sure whether or not this follows the request rules so feel free to not write it. But could you do headcanons of the stardust crusaders with a member who comes from Egypt along with Avdol. As an Egyptian I thought this would be a cool idea .

ONE OF US - STARDUST CRUSADERS X READER

Warnings : none I think, the reader’s age changes according to the character, this can be read as platonic or romantic I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! It took me so long to get to this because my requests weren’t opened when you sent it in. I’m an Egyptian myself, so this was especially fun to write! Hope you like this 💗

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Now, Jotaro’s pretty much the definition of “Don’t care, didn’t ask”

It’s not that he genuinely doesn’t care out of callousness, but he simply doesn’t feel like it affects him much, nor does it cause any difference in the way he treats them

He does secretly enjoy the fact that they’re closer in age, and so finds it easier to come to them and listen to their tips and tricks for not getting swindled or lost in Cairo

They know the fastest routes to take, the cheapest but best kebda w sogo’ stands, and the most laidback ahwa shops for them to enjoy when they’re resting between stops; something Jotaro greatly appreciates

Stressed as he is, Jotaro can’t deny the fact that he feels his heart twitch in his chest with fondness whenever they share a few drags of shisha at night amidst the bustle of the city

Kakyoin’s usual nonchalance is curbed aside, since his curiosity and inquisitive nature pull him to them

He wants to learn more about their customs and traditions; wants to understand their lifestyle and try his best to fit in—and what better way to do that than to turn to the person who indulges him on his every whim?

Perhaps it’s because Kakyoin happens to be a good listener that they find themself going off on a tangent about how the nightlife comes alive in certain areas for “propriety”, and how revolutionaries wait patiently for their time before the country collapses and carry it on their shoulders, and so much more

When he isn’t keenly absorbing all that information, he’s asking them to teach him how to play tawla, and reveling in the feeling of slowly getting better at the game

He does feel a certain warmth in his face and tummy when he sees the proud smile on their face as they observe him picking up on everything they teach him

Polnareff didn’t care either, but for an entirely different reason: he was set on wooing them eitherways

He’d try to charm them with all the weapons he had in his arsenal, but for an Egyptian who’s so used to it, it’s kind of hard to impress them with flowery words and gestures

What does win them over is his chivalry, which flatters them more than anything; something they intend to repay by taking them to the most affordable but comfortable accommodations they know, which Polnareff is thrilled by

Given his friendship with Avdol, Polnareff definitely goes to them to learn Egyptian cursewords so he can exasperate the man even more (“Erm, pardon, but why does this one refer to someone’s mother’s genitals—“)

Seeing how reliable they are in their current setting definitely endears them even more to him, because it’s well-known that Polnareff finds strength and kindness immensely attractive

Avdol’s pretty much internally weeping with relief at the fact that he’s got another Egyptian with him, given the fact that the others have probably publicly humiliated him on more than one occasion with their lack of awareness

It’s safe to say that there’s a very high possibility that Avdol comes out of this experience with them permanently by his side—and whether as a lifelong friend, or as a permanent partner, it’s entirely up to them

They just get each other; he knows just when they need to take a break from guiding the others and need to unwind with a few cups of shay be laban with him, he knows when they want to cuss out the entire trip in the filthiest choice of words to the one man who can laugh with them, and he knows when they wish to indulge in some termes bel shatta by the Nile Corniche, happily munching and spitting out the shells as they trek closer to the mansion

Avdol’s finely attuned to their wants and needs, and they do the same to him—something that pulls forth all the affections he has burrowed in his chest, and he finds himself enjoying the way they dote on him with twinkling eyes and a knowing smile

The feeling that they’re always sharing an inside joke is what makes Cairo feel more like home than ever, and Avdol doesn’t want to let go of that feeling any time soon

Joseph is… definitely a handful, given that he sometimes unknowingly acts like a typical white old man, whose actions can sometimes come across as tone-deaf or thoughtless

They do know that he doesn’t mean it, though, and that he’s actively trying to unlearn the stereotypes he’s used to, so they take the time to patiently teach him all the right customs and traditions, and correct him on his misconceptions

It’s their kindness that touches him the most; their almost-selflessness shows him just how much they care about him, especially when it’s something as simple as finding him his favorite beer in an obscure Drinkies shop, or replacing his tattered gloves with handmade leather ones from El Wekala

Knowing the city like the back of their hand also increases Joseph’s soft spot for them, seeing as how he tends to get lost among the similar looking streets and hawary, and they always drag him back via the most accessible shortcuts

Joseph smiles wistfully as he sees their youthfulness and the way their presence brightens their dreary group just a little more, and he loses himself in whatever they drag him into, knowing he’d love it anyways

Kebda w sogo’ : liver and sausage

Ahwa : coffee

Shisha : hookah

Tawla : traditional Egyptian board game

Shay be laban : tea with milk

Termes bel shatta : lupin beans with chili

Drinkies : popular alcohol shop

El Wekala : famous place for thrifting clothes and handmade items

Hawary : alleys

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[giggly-squiggily]

I need some Lee Jotaro in my life. He's so grumpy and needs to show his smile more often

As of writing this, I'm rewatching JJBA Part 3 and I just have a NEED for Polnareff and Kakyoin tickling the living daylights out of Jotaro- so here we are :D I hope you like it anon!

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@gladdygirl18

“He’s quiet today.”

“He’s never been that talkative.”

“Yeah but he’s like, really quiet.

“You make a good point…”

Jotaro was quiet today. Not much for words, he at least made it a point to ask questions or give the old man some snark. Today though, he barely had the energy to do more than hum and nod; something that clearly threw off his hotel roommates.

“He’s not even glaring at us- wait, nevermind. He’s glaring now.”

“Oo, he looks mad! Think we’re the cause?”

“Of course we are- he’s looking straight at us- oh, he looked away.”

“Maybe it’s a Jostar thing-”

“Would you two shut the hell up?” He snapped, his patience thinning. “You’re annoying as hell!”

Kakyoin and Polareff seemed to be shocked by the sudden remark. Then they grinned, relieved almost. “He’s talking again!” The redhead cheered.

“Fantastique! Good for us!” The Frenchman agreed, performing his go- to handshake with the other. Jotaro sank further in his window seat, turning away with a low groan. It was times like this he wished he bunked with Avdol or the old man.

Of course, Grandpa Joseph never shut up, and Advol snored loudly. It was a lose lose either way.

“Oh, he’s mad again.” Kakyoin pointed out, shushing the pair as they stared at the Jostar before them. “Jojo, talk to us! What’s going on?”

“I told you already; you’re annoying.” He turned so his back was to them, leaning into the stiff cushions with a huff.

“I think not, monsieur. You were already like this when we got here.” Polnareff pointed out, getting up and walking over to the other. “Something on your mind?”

Jotaro responded by pulling his hat over his eyes, blocking the other out.

“Jotarooo~”

A one finger salute was what Polnareff got in return.

“Gah! My heart! You’ve wounded me!” Polnareff gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he was actually struck. Doing a little twirl, he flopped unceremoniously across the younger man, half trapping him with his weight. “I’m not going to make it! Tell my wife I love her!”

“Get the hell off me! You don’t even have a wife!” Jotaro growled, trying to shove the other off. In his position however, combined with Polnareff’s dead weight, it proved near impossible. “Go lay on Kakyoin if you need a warm body to cuddle, you bastard!”

“Pfft, such a potty mouth!” The older man laughed, quickly trading positions as he took a seat on Jotaro’s hips, pushing the other on his back and squeezing at his ribs. “Back home, our Mère would threaten to wash our mouths out with soap if we even dared to mutter such words! Fortunately for you, I hate the taste of soap and wouldn’t put anyone else through it.”

“Polnareff!” The brunette seemed to stiffen up and squirm at once, jerkily grabbing at the Frenchman’s wrists as he simultaneously tried wiggling away, his seemingly permanent frown twitching against his set jaw. “St-Stop that! A-Ass! Fu-fuck off!”

“Oo, he’s big mad now!” kakyoin, who had been watching from the sidelines in glee, quickly got to his feet and ran over, sliding in to get at the base of Jotaro’s neck. “Come on Jojo- cheer up! Don’t be so grumpy!”

Well great- now he had two idiots tickling him! Jotaro was already struggling with Polarneff’s insistent fingers against the base of his ribs, and now he had Kakyoin going for that awful spot along his birthmark. He refused to give in! Screw these jackasses-

“Gehahahahah! Fuuhuhuhuck, nohohohoho!”

“Found it!” Polnareff laughed, his fingers pressing into the center rack of his ribcage, bringing forth an onslaught of giggles from the younger crusader. “There we are, now that wasn’t so hard to do, was it, Jotaro?”

“Look, he’s laughing! He’s laughing!” Kakyoin gloated, seemingly dazzled as he carried on massaging that terrible spot along his friend’s neck. “Jojo, you sound so cute!”

“The absolute cutest! A coochie coochie coo! A coochie coochie coo!”

“Shihihihiihiht! Fuhuhuhuhck! Aheahhahahhaha! Pohohoohohon! Kahahahhaaki! Enoohohoohohugh!” He was sure he was going to die. Between the Frenchman’s teasing tone to Kakyoin’s quick fingers, he was certain death was upon him. Forget Dio’s henchman; betrayal by two of the crusaders was his fate.

Just as he given up hope, a mutiny had begun.

“EEK!” Kakyoin squeaked with a yelp when Silver Charot’s sword poked his side, jabbing rapidly into his waist. “AHehahahahaha! Pohohoohohnareheheheehf! Whhahhat are yohohohou dohohohoihng?”

“Sorry Kakyoin; but I do believe we’ve tickled Jotaro far enough.” Grinning cheekily, he gave Jotaro’s hat a gentle knock before changing targets, lunging at the giggly redhead before him. “Now we get to tickle you!”

“Wahahait, whahahait-EHAHAH NOT THE LEHEHEHGS!”

As this went on, Jotaro let out a low, tired groan, pulling his hat over his face to hide the burning blush staining his cheeks. He was gonna kill those idiots-

Beside him, Kakyoin let out a dolphin-like shriek that sent Polnareff over the edge, the Frenchman collapsing half on top of him as he laughed himself silly. Kakyoin was losing it just as hard, half heartedly punching at the other man’s shoulder as he struggled to real in his goofy giggles. Jotaro felt any previous anger melt away near instantly, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled his hat further down his face.

Fine, he wouldn’t kill them. Not today anyway.

Thanks for reading!

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[junosartsthetic]

Hi hi helloooo im having a bit of polnareff brainrot and id like to ask for a scenario where the sdc crew gets a lady crewmember with a strictly healing stand, but does all the fighting herself. On the battlefield she's a monster but when healing she's the sweetest mother hen and she gets really close to pol bc he's always getting hurt. These two are the best of friends who (not so) secretly have the major hots for eachother. Like to the point where even Avdol is like "jesus, get a fuckin room"

Hurt

This was such a cute prompt, thank you so much for suggesting it! I changed a few things up a tad but I hope it still meets your standards! I too am having Polnareff brainrot. Actually, I think it’s less of a rot and more of a sucker fish that has permanently attached itself. Basically, I love him. Okay. Enough of me. Anyway, enjoy.

Warning(s): suggestive content, Polnareff is naked, sexual undertones, tension, voyeurism mention, Jean's dick is mentioned (oops), nothing too bad.

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The situation you found yourself in was nothing new—sitting beside an injured Jean Pierre Polnareff as your stand worked its magic patching him up. It was so un-new, in fact, that you had been in the same situation almost everyday for the last month. And as much as you loved helping your companions out after scuffles on the battlefield, there was a point where you had to speak up about a certain Frenchman’s bad luck streak. 

“Jean,” you began, examining the blood running down from the gash in his brow bone, “I know you’re not doing this intentionally, but I can’t help but wonder what curse has latched itself onto you. My stand has no issues patching you up, but I do like to use it for more than just nursing your wounds, you know. I should be out there fighting.” You pressed a damp cloth to a scratch on his cheek while your stand worked on quickly stitching up the slit above his eyes. Though having a precise stand that utilized razor-sharp threads and cauterizing abilities was more than useful for healing, you also yearned to assist your other friends in fighting off the stand user just a few blocks away from your hotel. Of course, Polnareff just had to anger Iggy directly beforehand, leading to his current facial injuries. 

“How do you think I feel?” the silver-haired man shot back, a hand resting on his chin as he pouted. “I haven’t had a break since I started this journey! I’m not even a Joestar, so why am I always the one getting hurt?” He gestured to the various scars littering his exposed arms and upper torso. 

“Well, technically this time was your fault—you know Iggy doesn’t like being picked up unless he says so,” you said, leaning forward on your chair to look closely at his now sewn injuries. 

“He’s a dog. He doesn’t say anything,” Jean huffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his chin to recenter him. Patching him up would go a lot quicker if he quit squirming around like a fussy toddler.

“You know what I mean. He’s smarter than you think. Plus, he’s a sweetheart when he warms up to you, you know.” Your hands moved gently over his facial features, double-checking each cut was sewn and cauterized. Were you slightly over-dramatic when it came to checking your work? Yes. But you’d never forgive yourself if one of your patch-works went wrong. As something of a caretaker for the crew, you held yourself to the highest standards. 

“Are you finished yet?” he whined, crinkling up his nose when you brushed your thumb against the tip of it, wiping off a smear of dirt. You licked your thumb, repeating your actions. Jean reeled back, swatting your hands away. “Okay, okay, okay. I think that’s good. No need for saliva.” His normally pale face grew red, highlighting the soft freckles dotting his cheeks.

“I was getting some dirt off. Calm down. I don’t have cooties,” you muttered, shooing him away. “You look fine. Now go lay down or something. You look like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, brushing off your comment. “You’re not my mom. Don’t worry so much.” He stood up, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Let me know if you hear anything from the others.” 

“Whatever,” you said, dismissing his attitude. You couldn’t blame him for the sour mood—he must’ve been in pain constantly from all his little cuts and bruises. Even with your stand, you couldn’t take away the pain, no matter how much you wanted to. Your heart sank thinking about all that Jean had gone through. He had it rough, but still managed to put on a charismatic face. You didn’t know how he found it within him, but adored his personality, nonetheless. You adored everything about him, actually. Every little freckle spotting his cheeks. Every scar littering his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Every silver hair that stood atop his head. You just. . . loved him. And though you tried not to let it show, it was obvious. It wasn’t just Polnareff’s wounds that had you always at his side—it was also your insistence to heal every little scratch you could.

Others you’d stitch up major wounds, making sure they’d live, but with Polnareff. . . It was different. You didn’t want him to just survive. You wanted to take away his pain. Not just physically. But emotionally.

You wanted to scream at him for always putting himself in danger. He always had to play the knight in shining armor. He always had to call out his stand, fighting off everything that tried to touch you. He always had to protect you. And for what? All he got in return were scars. No amount of chastising would stop him. And you hated it. Hated his determination. Hated that he cared too much to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t understand why it was only you. But it didn’t matter. You just wanted this trip to be over so he’d never have to put his life on the line to protect you again. 

A loud thud scattered your thoughts. You jumped out of your chair, heart thumping hurriedly as you raced to the bathroom door. You knew it came from inside the room. Was he attacked? Was he okay? Did you miss a wound? Not sparing a second, you threw open the door, examining the room. There was no enemy. No blood. No death. Only a soaking wet Polnareff, laying on the ripped off shower curtain. You were relieved. He must’ve just tripped and fell. Otherwise, he looked okay. More than okay, actually. He looked. . . well he looked like a very attractive naked man now staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You quickly rebooted yourself, staring at the ground. “You okay?” you asked, looking at him through your peripheral. You wanted to respect his privacy, but also something told you that he had to have some sort of bodily injury from tumbling out of the shower, especially given his luck. That’s the only reason you were trying to sneak a peek. That’s all. 

“I’m starting to think I am cursed. I get in the shower, start it up, when out of the blue my knee cramps up, and next thing I know I’m tripping over the damn shower curtain! Mon Dieu!” he exclaims, sitting up and running a hand through his wet hair. You noticed blood begin to trickle down his forehead, and quickly lept in to investigate. You knelt down beside him, disregarding his flustered features as you looked at the damage. You brushed his hand away from his head, combing through his hair to spot a thin scrape just under his hairline. You knew it. Of course he’d manage to hurt himself in the few seconds he was alone. And just after you had healed him, too. 

Not wasting a second, you summoned your stand, making quick sutures and cauterizing it gently before Jean even got a chance to speak. You leaned back just enough to take in his full face, hands gently raking through his long silver locks, feeling for any bumps or blood. You felt nothing, and so retreated your hand, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m starting to think I can’t leave you alone,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you rubbed your temples. “Do I have to give you baths now, too?”

“Only if you join me—”

“Don’t be nasty,” you interrupted, smacking his bare chest. “You know I don’t like when you flirt with me just for the fun of it. Anyway, don’t kill yourself taking a shower. I’ll be outside.” You said, straightening yourself up. You took one step forward before your foot slid against the now wet floor, sending you reeling backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping nothing would break after you made contact with the bathroom tile. 

Instead of bare tile, you crashed into Jean, who quickly cradled you against his chest, dampening your clothes and smushing you against his naked body. You caught your breath, eyes wide as you took in your situation.

“Who’s got bad luck now, hmm?” he chuckled, breath tickling your neck. 

You internally debated as to whether this was the best or worst situation you’d ever been in. One one hand, you were wrapped in the arms of the man you’d been pining after for months. On the other. . . You couldn’t actually think of any downside. Embarrassment? Possibly. But at least it couldn’t get any worse.

The hotel door swung open, and your fellow crusaders stepped inside, Avdol leading the way. Of course the bathroom door was still wide open, with you still in the lap of a naked Polnareff, who was currently using your body to shield himself from their gaze.

Avdol glanced your way briefly before double-taking. His eyes went wide. “If you must participate in. . . whatever you are currently doing, please have the decency to close the door or get a different room.” 

You scrambled to get up, but Jean’s grip on your body remained. “What do you think you’re doing?" you hissed.

“I would very much like to avoid exposing myself!” he shot back.

“Well I’d very much like it if I wasn’t forced to be your human shield! Plus, I can feel your dick poking me!” Silently, Avdol shut the door. He was not about to continue to bear witness to the scene before him. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be a part of it.

Jean finally loosened his grip, and you rushed upwards, grabbing a towel off the rack and tossing it to him. “I am never checking on you again,” you panted, cheeks burning as you tried desperately to forget the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. “Now the rest of them think we’ve got some weird voyeurism thing going on! This is not how I wanted to see you naked!” you blurted out. 

He stifled a laugh, standing as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The white fabric did little to mask his nude form. “You wanted to see me naked? Oh, mon ange, I am flattered, but you could have simply asked.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I meant that—” there was no getting out of this one. In a panic, you just admitted your attraction, and you knew damn well he wasn’t going to let it go. “Look. I am attracted to you. Okay? But I don’t want that to impact our current friendship or the group as a whole and—”

He closed the distance between the two of you, pushing you against the bathroom wall. A large hand reached to caress your burning cheeks. They mimicked his own red visage, which looked suddenly serious. “I swear I am serious when I say this—I have felt the same way, but never had the confidence to confess. Knowing my bad luck, it wouldn’t have worked out in my favor. But now that I know the feelings are mutual . . I am afraid I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.”

Your entire body was frozen, eyes staring at his own blue ones, looking for any kind of laughter or jest. You saw only passion. “Jean. . .” you whispered. “Just don’t break my heart. Okay?”

“Never, mon cherie, never.”

He closed the gap, lips pressing against your own.

#i loved writing this #this was 2k words of AAHHHHH #ya know? #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #stardust crusaders #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff #fluff #pining #mutual pining #embarrasment #x reader #x y/n #reader #y/n #cuteness all around #hnnnghhh i love him so much #please can i just be y/n #well #yall kno what i mean #anyway #thank u so much for the request #sorry it took a few days #but i hope you enjoy

[tonberry-yoda]

Could I have some SDC with a young teen reader? Smallest and youngest of the crusaders but they got pulled into the whole "kill a over 100 year old vampire" but they take it with grace and joins them on the adventure with their stand, but like they are SUPER small and literally around giants and i'd like to think everyone would try to keep them safe in their own way. (maybe a hint of avpol as good dads trying to protect the reader and they accidentally call both of them their dad or something ajgjshjkafg sorry if this doesn't make sense)

omg this is so fun! this reminds me of the whole anne situation that only lasted for a little bit, so I kind of took it like that. thank you so much for the request and a fun one too! i love doing little headcanons like this! have a great day anon!! <333

SDC with a young teen reader who is dragged along the journey with them

Warnings - none!

Notes - i did make this platonic for obvious reasons, but nonetheless this was so much fun! and none of the photos used are mine just btw. credit to whoever's these are! :) thanks for the request again anon i had a blast writing this and avpol are my everything, so i gave them their own little section. have a good day!!!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jotaro

he would hate you at first

with a burning passion

he's going on this trip to save his mother, not babysit

so he's very pissy around you

snappy a lot

like if you ask a question, he just starts yelling at you

the only reason you were allowed to go on the trip was because you had a powerful stand

he refuses to help you in any way, but that's also because he knows you're strong enough to do it by yourself

but he starts to notice little things you do

when walking with the crusaders, you try to measure yourself against them, trying to tippy toe to get to their height

you try to see past joseph who's in the front, but fail

so one day, jotaro just picks you up so you can see what they're looking at

"woah! so this is what it's like to be a giant!" you're in awe, not only that you're up that high, but the fact that jotaro could lift you with such ease

then he puts you down and pretends like nothing happened

he would be such a good dad if he didnt love dolphins so much omg

but then, while in egypt, he gets super worried about you

he protects you from everything, but acts as though he's not

he literally jumps in front of you to protect you from stand users

listen, he may be a stinky little prick sometimes, but he would protect you at all costs, even if he pretends like he wouldnt

Kakyoin

he would treat you like a little sibling

show you how to use your stand

hold your hand through long sections

gosh, he would probably even teach you how to drive while the other's are sleeping

i think he would also use his stand to goof off with you

he would have his stand wrap it's little tail around your leg and trip you or something (not in a mean way, but just to goof off)

then you would do the same

your stand would do the same

you would make it appear in his room and just mess around with his stuff

just like scoot it across the room or something so he constantly thinks he's losing something

but this man would not let you get into a fight alone

he would stick by your side constantly just to protect you

but it would be a learning opportunity too

he would just sit back and tell you what you should do and if he needs to get involved he will

also, he would just love exploring new places with you like taking you to the beach or to take pictures by the pyramids or something

Avpol (im mixing these two because they need to be together for this request <3)

these two become your official dads

you would literally always be glued to their side

they would tell you stories or y'all would just do some tarot readings with Avdol

then you immediately start to ship it and try to push the two together always

saying stuff like "maybe you two should go grab dinner together while I hang out with Jotaro and the others" or "you two are so cute"

any way to hint that these two should be together, you take your chance

and they would always jump in front of stand users to protect you

you really cant get out of it since they're so big

you would hang from their arms like a flippin monkey

"hey dad! watch this!" you didnt even notice that you called them both dad as you did a flip on Jotaro's arm. when you turned to look at them, Polnareff was tearing up and Avdol was trying to calm him down. "what's wrong Pol-" you realized immediately what had just come out of your mouth. "sh-shoot... sorry i didnt mean to... its just," you fiddled with your thumbs and looked up at the closest thing you had to family. "i didnt know my dad... so you guys are like my two dads."

they love you forever and would do anything for you

Joseph

dad jokes

too

many

dad jokes

he is a good dad, he really is

if he knew about josuke, i think he would drop everything for him when he was younger

so for you

he treats you like hes a young dad all over again

he buys you ice cream

lets you drive the car when you shouldnt be

does reckless stuff with you because he trusts you enough for that

you arent allowed to be alone with joseph anymore just because everyone thinks you're in harm's way

so silly

you love this old fart

you think he's like a dad to you (not as much as your two favorite dads)

he'll protect you at all costs though, but knows you're strong enough to take care of yourself

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[danddymaro]

Stare In Awe | Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Oh I've been Ignoring this Darling too much

Just So You know You and Polnareff tend to share rooms on your travel, remember that lol.

Word Count: 2130

Stare in Awe

The fresh scent of linen strikes you first. 

As you wake from your sleep you register the fresh, clean scent, and  the fluffy warmth it fills you with makes you release a soft, content groan like your back at home. 

Stirring, you then slowly open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of a pillow , the sham which is a color that is close to white, but off by just a tint is decorated with a moistened spot that turns your blissful mood somewhat sour. 

With just a bit of frustration you use the palm side of your fist to wipe off the remains of your drool, and occasionally you release more little sounds of discontent, mostly due to how shitty you feel. 

Your body is sore, aching almost everywhere as you sit up, and it's to a point you'd have an easier time pointing out the little spots that don't hurt vs what body parts of yours had been brutalized by that asshole before. 

'Stupid Dio,' you think to yourself bitterly, 'Stupid Dio, and his stupid stand user band of assholes,' you add while moving on, by then rubbing your two tired eyes from what little buildup had decided to friend you throughout the sleep. 

A little yawn leaves you, and it's then that there's movement in the bed you lay in. 

Suddenly alert, you shoot your eyes right to your side and find one of your friends occupying the side of the large bed, and he's keenly watching you. 

His azure eyes that are just as striking as the bluest sky connect with yours, and the softness in them hurls you into a feeling that has your face immediately blooming with sweet warmth that spreads all over you like the gentlest summer heat.

The smile he greets you with has you swooning like always, but now it's gone tenfold, maybe because you've been caught so off-guard .

-And that's not mentioning the somewhat rare sight of his hair in its natural state.

 It holds the lightest touch of moisture, no doubt the aftermath of the blissful shower he’d been begging for, for a while, and that your glad he was finally able to get.

The silver strands are layered in a way that the front ends barely graze his sharp jaw, and the rest that falls behind his head nearly grazes his shoulders in a soft wave you wouldn’t be able to image if you hadn’t seen it given how he usually styles it. 

It's a delicate ripple that has you mesmerized for a reason unknown to you, perhaps because it entices you to run your fingers through it. 

Of course he’s always been attractive to you, but there’s something about his  lazy look that has you especially affected.

“It’s about time you wake up,” he muses, “ I was starting to get bored,” he then states and it occurs to you that he’s caught sight of you problobly snoring away and with what was a considerable about of slobber on you as you woke up.

-And you’d be right to assume because he's been watching you the entire time, even longer than the few seconds you stare at him with surprise.

 The realization flusters you, your immediate response being a rather abrupt facefall back into your pillow. 

On your little travel, you let out a frustrated sound that is definitely a groan that morphs into a small squeal. 

The sound of his soft chuckle warms your tummy, and while the man brings you so much comfort, so much sweetness, at that moment, it only makes you want to hide even more, 

"Polnareff!" you huff out, "Quit Staring at me!" you cry out, your voice muffled by the pillow as you refuse to look up at him. 

“-Don’t look at me,” you add quickly.

"And why not?" he asks, and even without looking you can swear he's pouting, he definitely sounds like it. 

“I look like shit!” you say back, certain.

"Don’t be absurd,” he huffs, “You look lovely," he says back, and it does no good to you, it just makes you want to hide even more, all in spite of how wonderfully pretty you're beginning to feel. 

"No I don't," you say back, stuffing your face so fully onto the fluffy pillow that you could very well suffocate yourself, "What's wrong with you?!" you ask, whining. 

You wish you could just act normal. 

You know,

-  blush cutely and say something coy back. You always plan to, but never pull through because it's impossible to, especially not now when he's seeing you so...sloppy. 

Your hair must be some sort of mess.

You're certain you look tired as you guys had only just gotten a break, and you know it hasn't been the best for your presentation, and that’s not mentioning the fight you had earlier.

Speaking of, 

"How long have I been out?" you ask softly, remembering how you'd definitely beaten the breaks out of that loser before, but it hadn't been after they'd gotten a few good strikes in themselves. 

You recall the end of the fight where you skipped using your stand, instead charging towards them, your right hand fisted and brutally swinging with what little energy you had left before you knocked out. 

- Boy you were mad, mad enough to use your last bit of focus to connect angry hits.

"- Not long..." Jean Pierre admits, sounding soft. 

"An hour, two...a day..." you trail off, wanting to know because anything was possible while on your little bizarre adventure. 

"let's say about three hours," he tells you. "Maybe a few minutes too," he adds with a soft smile, and shyly, you peek at him, finally lifting up your head, but only a little.

" That long, huh?” you breathed, and you think that with all things considered, you were doing good. 

 “So...” you then hum, “Were you worried about me?" you ask, your voice small.

 While he did fluster you, every now and then you played around with him, saying such silly things, and while it's to tease him, you itch for little affirmations back. 

You were ashamed to admit that sometimes you fished for little signs he cared.

He released a little sigh, one that sounds rather amused, and he moves one of his hands close to you, luring you out more to where you finally lift your upper body up, propping yourself up by your elbows while your belly stays pressed against the mattress.

Your new position gives him a chance to graze his hand over your cheek, his thumb brushing over the side of your lip, the little winch you perform whilst the pad gently brushes over the lower cut spot encouraging him to offer you an even sweeter look. 

“I brought you here,” he started, " And I made sure to clean your cuts, " he tells you. 

You thank him, and it's not without you releasing a soft chuckle,

“...Of course you did,” you murmur because he’s always one to take care of you. 

"Look how they left you ma cherie," he then says, and it's like he's hurt, himself.

"I'm alive aren't I?" you tell him, and you manage to offer him a little grin, one he appreciates, but it doesn't soothe the guilt and frustration he feels. 

- He should have been there sooner, and he should have been the one to put that asshole down for just ambushing you like that, and much more insulting you the way they did.

'That vulgar... no good...' he couldn't let himself continue. 

He couldn't even continue to recall all the disgusting things that lackey had said about you. 

"Of course you are, " he said with eyes that admired you, " You're very strong.... capable too," he complimented you, and by saying so reminding himself that you are not just his sweet (f/n). 

He has to remind himself that he can't always be there and that in spite of how much he cares about you, he'd do worse by treating you like you are useless and not an actual member of their crew.

You had your own role, and defiantly your own reasons that he respected, just like you’d honored his journey to avenge his sister.

“Stop...” you say while hiding your face again, falling down on the pillow with less frustration than before , and in place bashfulness that had made you  forgot how beat up you were.

-And he’s living for it. 

“And you’re so beautiful too,” he adds in a little murmur, stuck in awe, and it just has you steaming and swooning. 

As he lays beside you, he continues to smile as he rolls a little bit and lays on his back. 

 His eyes are then distracted with the ceiling, but he only has you in mind, even while his sight is diverted.

“Too lovely (f/n),” he adds as he clasps his hands together, his thumbs twiddling as he speaks. 

He glows a soft blush over his pale tone, and he can hear his heart beating in a way that almost deafens him, but its not enough to discourage him from his little confessions.

“Why are you saying this...” you say almost too quietly. 

He’d been flirty before, playfully, but there was a certain touch to his words that had you thinking that something was going to change between you two real soon.

- And it had you thinking that maybe you weren’t crazy.

“I don’t know ….” he breathes, “ Maybe because I'm a fool,” he confesses as he closes his eyes.

“To think I'd embarked on this journey for something else... for revenge... for redemption. 

- for sherry...for my love for her,” he starts with a little rambling, and there is pain in his voice before he swallows hard.

“Love...” he repeats with a different tone, yet another soft one that’s touched with a gentle flicker of hope, “ it’s love that has me here laying next to you,” He admits, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

You hug your pillow strongly as you feel your heard try and make a mad dash right out your chest.

“Mhmm...” you respond, and you want him to continue so bad, just for a while longer as you steady your voice.

“It has me worried about you, about losing you so much that I act a fool,” he tells you. “I don’t know how it comes off : how I come off. “ he proceeds.

 “ I believe in you, believe me I do,” he assures you.  

 “ You’re strong, more than capable of defending yourself,” he says with certainty. 

“-  But I can’t help stepping in and running to you,” Polnareff explains himself, having noticed the frustration you sometimes wore when he intervened. He’d noticed, and had wanted to address it.

 “ I've got this bad luck that follows me, and I can’t tell you how much I've been dreaming of you, or morso, having nightmares of you meeting an end that I can  prevent only if I'm there,” he says and as he speaks, his hand closest to you moves, and it blindly moves to lay beside you, hoping you’ll reach out, and you do. 

As you feel it creep close, you take your own in a blind move of your own and lay it over his, holding it, silently urging him to tell more.

“That's why I jump at the chance to stay in a room with you... to share a bed. I’m a man of course, believe me, I'm not all sweet,” he admits wearily, though, truthful.

 “Any man would would want to be close to the woman they yearn...but it’s also because when I have those nightmares... waking up to you next to me...close to me, it eases me.” he says with a thick swallow. 

By then you’ve fully turned to him, laying on your side as you look at  him tenderly, and he takes a chance to do the same, forcing him to let go of your hand.

“And I wake up...” he says, “I wake up... and I admire you. I do so and  I just think about how beautiful you look, how much you take my breath away,” he muses.

Again, he caresses your cheek, and he offers you a little smile, “ I don’t know if I've made this obvious, but to answer your question, I'm saying all these things because... I lo..,” he seemed a bit troubled at first, like the final leap and big words were stuck in his throat. 

-and you suddenly felt like you weren’t crazy.

There were obvious signs, but they were ones you couldn't accept, your uncertainty stemmed from an insecurity that had you afraid you misunderstood him.

 you inched closer to him with a small, wormy movement, and he smiled just a bit more, his eyes glowing.

“I love you too,” you say to him not needing any more encouragement to just say it as you lean even closer. 

While you do that his eyes flutter close, and instantly he seems to give in, waiting for your lips to reach him. He waits for the kiss, but instead the sweet press is offered to the tip of his nose, and the way he blushes at the contact has you giggling. 

His eyes remained close and he’s taking in a slow breaths through his nostrils, 

“Ma Cherie,” he exhales longingly,” You’re teasing me..” he speaks airily. 

 “After I've confessed to you, you’re teasing me so,” he said with a pout before opening his eyes again to look at you pleadingly. 

“You didn’t confess anything,” you said with mirth, and the way your face brightened with playfulness had him excited.

“I told you ‘I love you,’ first,” you peeped out, and he nearly gasped, like he realized his mistake. 

It happened so quick, and suddenly he was on top, having rolled the two of you over in a way that had you beneath him. 

He doesn’t hold you down, but instead he’s just there, looking down at you with a touch of sternness in his playful demeanor, 

“You’re absolutely right,” he tells you 

“ How could i not tell you?” he asks. 

“Say what?” you question him back, trying to will it out of him. 

“-That I love you,” he said smoothly, and you wouldn't believe he had trouble before with how easily he admitted it then. It was like he’s used to telling you. 

“I love you,” he said again, a kiss offered to your nose as a little tease back. 

“I love you,” he said again, peppering them over you while muttering the words over and over, all while you were thrown into a fit of giggles.

As you enjoy yourself, laughing, in between the presses he looks at you, admiring you and finding you utterly precious.

     MUAHAHA WRITTEN IN A FUCKING HOUR OH YES, GO MANIC ME

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[goth1clee]

Polnareff x male reader

Summary: you are the newest member of the SDC, who joined shortly after iggy did. Similar to kakyoin and polnareff, you were an enemy stand user turned ally, who also wanted to defeat Dio. (This fix does contain tickles so if you don’t like it then scroll).

Tw: not many, mention of people changing and being shirtless

Word count: 1885 words

“Good morning y/n. I hope you slept well.”

You awoke to the sound of Advol and Joseph cooking breakfast. You yawned and smiled in Advol’s direction. Even though you had only been a part of the Stardust crusaders for a short time, they were all quick to make you feel welcomed. However, one member stood out to you. Jean Pierre Polnareff was the third person to meet you, and was the first to warm up to you. Your first impression of him was quite unforgettable.

You were sat with both Advol and Joseph in a small cafe, waiting for the rest of the crusaders to join you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe burst open.

“God, it took me forever to find this place. I’ve been walking for almost an hour-“

The man in the door way suddenly paused his short-lived rant and stared in your direction. He was like nothing you’d ever seen before; he had a thick French accent and was built similar to that of an ancient Greek statue. He smirked and sauntered over, pulling up a chair.

“Ah, you must be the new stand user, non?”

You replied quietly, which caused his heart to melt ever so slightly.

“My name’s Jean Pierre Polnareff, and not so long ago I was in a similar situation to you mon ami. Dio had one of those horrific flesh buds implanted into my brain.”

You listened carefully as he explained his whole story: about his sisters death, his mission to avenge her, and how he met Dio and obtained his stand.

He stopped talking and began discussing plans with Advol and Joseph. Very few minutes he would turn his head to catch your gaze. A sappy grin would plaster his face every time you made eye contact, and looked away in panic. Everything was so new to you, especially him.

As you slowly arose from your sleeping bag, your eyes began to adjust, and you started to function. As you began to eat, a shadow cast over you.

“Well good morning y/n, I see you slept well.”

Polnareff towered over you, smiling as he always did. You nodded in response and the Frenchman sat next to you and began eating his breakfast.

“Mm Joseph, I’m amazed at how you can achieve such incredible food in the middle of a desert.” Polnareff spoke between bites, which made Joseph smile.

“Good food comes from experience Polnareff” Joseph replied, much like a father lecturing his son. You sat and spectated all of the crusader’s conversation, as you didn’t talk as much as the rest of them.

“So y/n,” Polnareff turned to look at you, breaking through your internal silence, “you’ve been with us for almost a week now. How are you finding it? Entertaining non?”

You paused eating and thought for a moment. Your journey so far had been incredible so far. Yes, it involved fighting enemy stand users most days, however you had visited so many amazing places, it was worth it.

“Yeah, it’s been nice so far thanks.”

“Oh, je suis content!” The Frenchman beamed at you. He seemed to do this often, despite only knowing you for a short time. Even the others could tell, he acted different towards you. You were no different from the rest of the crusaders, however Polnareff seemed to be drawn to you in more ways than one.

After everything had been cleared from breakfast and the campsite had been packed away, you and the rest of the crusaders began to make your way towards the nearest town; your destination was a hotel not far from the city centre.

Journeying with the boys was nice. The conversation was always interesting, and Polnareff always made an effort to try and get you to come out of your shell.

“Ugh, we’ve been walking for ages Jiji, how much longer until we get to the city.”

Although Jotaro was the only one to voice it, everyone was sick of walking.

“Only a few minutes now Jotaro.” Joseph replied.

Soon enough, you had reached the hotel. Joseph had insisted on booking all the rooms, due to his wealth.

“Ok, so I managed to book three rooms. Two have two single beds.” Immediately Jotaro interjected.

“Me and kakyoin will take one of the single bed rooms.”

“Right,” Advol spoke up, “ and me and Mr. Joestar will take the room closest to the ground floor, in case of an emergency.”

“Ok,” Joseph spoke, “that room is also one of the single bed rooms. So that leaves…y/n and polnareff. You both don’t mind sharing do you?”

Before you could say anything, Polnareff spoke up,

“I don’t mind at all Mr. Joestar, although I do snore, so I warn you Y/n.” He spoke playfully, and didn’t notice how red you were.

“We’re both adult men, we’ll survive two nights.”

You grabbed your bags and took the lift up to your room. When you got there, you unpacked your bags and sat idly on the bed.

“Already chose your side of the bed y/n?”

You turned around to face Polnareff. To say you were nervous was an understatement. He made you nervous; not in an uncomfortable way, but he had a strange effect on you.

“I-I don’t mind which side, I was just sittin-“

“Woah woah mon ami, I was just pulling your leg. I don’t care about sides.”

He gave you a reassuring look, before placing his bags down.

“I’m just going to freshen up. You don’t mind do you?”

“No not at all, go ahead”

After a few minutes, Polnareff walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel draped over his waist. His hair dripped over his shoulders. You’d never seen his hair down.

“Je m’excuse y/n, I forgot to grab my clothes.”

You quickly turned around as he picked up his clothes. The Frenchman chuckled at your reaction.

“Aw, quel est le problème y/n, I’m not offended.”

He retreated to the bathroom and shortly came out wearing a baggy t-shirt and pyjama bottoms. He slumped down on the bed next to you. You quickly arose, and got changed in the bathroom also. You came out wearing a similar outfit.

“You ok y/n, you seem…jumpy?”

You froze. He was perceptive to say the least. The very thought of sharing a bed with Polnareff made you weak, and he secretly knew it.

“I’m fine thank you Polnareff.”

You sat on the bed next to him, rigid as a wooden board.

“You need to relax mon ami.”

Polnareff rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, I give a killer massage. How does that sound huh?”

You moved out of his grasp, your stomach in knots.

“No thanks Polnareff, I’m not overly fond of massages.”

“Aw why not?”

You stopped a moment to try and think of a lie. The truth was you were incredibly sensitive. It would only take a small squeeze on your back, ribs, or pretty much anywhere else, and you’d burst into uncontrollable giggles. It was humiliating to say the least.

“Uh, it’s just not my thing.”

“Oh don’t be silly, here-“

Before you could interject, Polnareff’s hands dug into your shoulders lightly. You jumped and let out a small yelp.

“Whahat was that mon ami?”

Your reaction amused Polnareff, but it also confused him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologise y/n, I should’ve listened. But why did you react?”

“I-I don’t know”

“Oh come on y/n, we both know you know, so spill.”

You were speechless, much to the Frenchman’s dismay.

“Is it pain.? Non? Were you startled, uncomfortable, heck, ticklish!”

The last word made you react visibly. You were incredibly embarrassed. However, this delighted your French counterpart.

“Well I would never have guessed.“ he jested.

“I can explain-“

“No need mon Cher. I’m just surprised is all. I mean, you’ve taken down stand users with immense power, yet you buckled under my touch.” It’s quite sweet really.”

You felt more at ease knowing he wouldn’t judge; this was short lived. A shit-eating grin spread across Polnareff’s face, and he suddenly had you pinned to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” Panic filled your voice, which only made Polnareff chuckle. He gripped both your wrists with one hand and had the other hand placed over your stomach.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t use this new information mon ami? I’ve finally found a way to loosen you up. About time.”

“Please. It’s embarrassing”

Polnareff scoffed “Absurdité! You need a laugh y/n, and I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”

Within second, the Frenchman’s fingers spidered across your abdomen, making you artist with bubbly giggles. Your protests only made Polnareff’s smirk wider.

“tes rires sont comme de la musique,” polnareff often switched to French halfway through his speech, more so with you than other people; he enjoyed your reaction every single time.

“Un garçon tellement chatouilleux~”

“Stop teasing!” You begged through giggles.

“Oh I’m afraid I can’t do that gentil garçon, this is too much fun”

He dragged his index finger along your bare ribs, which drove you mad. He decided to switch positions, and straddled your waist, pinning your wrist with silver chariot. He placed both hands on your hips and drilled his fingers into your skin. Your laughter picked up.

“NO NO NOT THERE PLEHEAEE I BEG.”

“Oh you beg do you,” Polnareff teased, “has the chatouiller le monstre found a bad spot.”

You replied with louder giggles, snorting occasionally. Polnareff began to slow down, making sure you could catch your breath.

“Aw, tu es tout rouge~”

“Ok ok, that’s enough., plehease stop.”

Your giggles began to gradually stop. As you regained your senses, you noticed Polnareff’s gaze. There was no judgement or malice behind those eyes; only love and adoration.

“Oh, but one more thing y/n..”

Polnareff swiftly lifted up your t shirt, exposing your bare stomach. His head rested on your torso as he blew raspberries on you stomach. You squealed in surprise. You felt your wrists loosen and you immediately rolled onto your sides, clutching your ribs.

“Pl-plehease, no more.”

“Alright, J’ai fini~”

Polnareff pulled you close to him and hugged you. His face beamed with joy; he hadn’t had this much fun in a while, and to tell the truth, neither had you.

“Well I quite enjoyed that,” Polnareff began, “it’s refreshing to hear you laugh finally y/n. You’re always so quiet, but now I know what get you giggling huh?”

“It’s been so long since anyone has done that to me.”

Polnareff looked surprised.

“What, no way. But you’re so ticklish, how has no one ever seen this side of you?”

“I’m not quite sure, I’m not massively close to many people.”

“That’s tragic y/n. Well, you’ll be glad to know I’m not easy to rid of. And I’d you think I’m not going to use this tactic when never you’re being too quiet, then you’re mistaken.”

You smiled coyly in response. You yawned; it had gotten late now, and the Frenchman had tired you out.

“I suppose we’d better get some rest,” you began, “ I’m shattered now.”

You both layer down on opposite sides, however Polnareff was not one for being awkward and distant. He moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You tensed up, but soon relaxed once you got used to his embrace.

“Mm, bonne nuit y/n, dors bien~”

“Good night Pol.~”

#young writer #tickle fic #fluff #i’m really gay #jean pierre polnareff #jjba polnareff #polnareff stardust crusaders #polnareff tickles

[lumibuns-blog]

Can we get some first date headcanons for SDC? c:

Ofccc! Tysm for responding!

Joots

Definitely swallowed his pride and asks Joseph for help

Super nervous like he doesn't know what to do

Be patient with him, he probably will just take you for a walk, he really likes night walks down to the beach

He will talk to you about any fish or aquatic animal he sees and is super happy when you are interested too

Overall very chill first date, kisses you very quickly at the end before practically running back to his hotel room

Kakyoin

This poor boy... is SO nervous

He's dreamed of his first date with you since the moment he fell in love

He's so excited to spend alone time with you

Takes you to an arcade!

Loves to teach you how to play video games and is even more happy if you get good enough to beat him (he might let you win, maybe)

Stands behind you and puts his hands over yours to teach you, gets super red when he realized what he did

You are going to have to initiate a kiss bc he is overthinking it to much to do anything

He is a stuttering mess when you pull away

Polnareff

Lover boyyyy

Very romantic and planned date

Takes you to dinner...until it get ruined by Iggy...

He's super upset that his perfect date got ruined

You might have to reassure him that everything is ok and that you are having a good time

The mood is down until he hears someone playing music and pulls you up to dance

You spend the rest of the night dancing as the sun goes down

When the music stops he pulls you close and gives you a very passionate kiss <3

Oldseph

Pays for EVERYTHING

Don't even try to pull your money out he has got it covered

Fancy limousine, nice restaurant, and he buys you anything you so much as look at

This isn't his first rodeo (Suzie Q I am so sorry) so he knows how to impress a girl on his first date

Likes being with you because you make him feel young again and bring out his mischievous side so shenanigans begin

He is 👏 experienced👏 he kisses you with a hand on your back and one cradling your face

When it's time for you to part ways he ruffled your hair

Avdol

Another nervous boy

Takes you on a nature walk

He has your hand in his the entire time

If you get tired he has you up on his shoulders and his is on cloud 9

Just really happy to spend some time with you like you are the only people in the world

Picnic dateeeee

Makes a bunch of food for you both to enjoy

Kiss him while you are laying in the grass next to him and he will fall in love all over again

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[inkpot909]

The Stardust Crusaders’ Picks for a First-Dance Wedding Song Headcanons

↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Joseph Joestar is excluded.

A/n: A chill list of headcanons that came to me at 6 in the morning. Jokes aside, I loved putting this together. Although I admit I am a bit biased since I’ve always loved retro music. I did my best to pick music that coincided with the music the characters each canonically listen to (at least, as far as we’re told).

Warning(s): None.

Jotaro Kujo

-> As the World Falls Down

David Bowie

“As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn’t too much fun at all

But I’ll be there for you

As the world falls down”

Canonically speaking, Jotaro’s favorite musician is Toshinobu Kubota. It’s admittedly a rather interesting choice for a man who was a dedicated delinquent in high school.

But music tends to touch people in a special, often times sensitive, manner. And despite looking and acting the way he does, Jotaro’s music preferences are no different.

Yeah, sure, he’s definitely a “whatever’s on the radio” kind of guy, but he has taste.

Separated from others, when he’s in control of the music he’s listening to, his choices give the impression of a casual listener that somehow always has the best picks seemingly with no effort put in at all. Perfectly on brand for Jotaro.

Therefore, he’s likely going to have an unexpected pick.

Therefore, he picks a sappy ballad from an under-appreciated 80s movie. Not because he’s even seen The Labyrinth by any stretch of the imagination, but because he just… likes how it sounds.

He likely heard it one way or another, completely detached from the movie itself, and decided he enjoyed it. Something about the slightly cheesy yet instrumentally enchanting tune gets stuck in his head in a really good way.

There is a reason past “oh, it just sounds nice” as to why he picked it but let’s be honest… he’s going to get a little embarrassed annoyed if he has to explain to you in full detail.

The title pretty much speaks for itself, in his opinion.

Noriaki Kakyoin

-> Every Breath You Take

The Police

“Every move you make

And every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I’ll be watching you”

Good god, he’s certainly the Sting fan.

Whether or not you actually like Sting it’s hard to argue against the fact that Kakyoin likely has an overall shit taste in music. Why is this the case? Because he’s been alone the majority of his life and didn’t have any friends to bully him over it.

Not having anyone around him to say “what the hell is this” or just a simple “no” will and has effected him.

He’s the type of guy who claim’s “this album will change your life” before putting on some of the worst pieces of music you’ve ever heard.

Not that he isn’t trying, keep in mind.

This man will stress about what to suggest for days on end. He’s going to take the longest compared to the others in how how much time it takes him to pick. It’ll eat away at his brain, threatening to take every bit of his sanity unless he can think of what he deems as the perfect song he can choose.

And still he manages to not only choose an extremely predictable wedding song, but an insanely creepy one as well.

It’s weirdly charming, in his own odd Noriaki way.

He likely didn’t know what he was doing at the beginning of the relationship due to inexperience, and it’s probably heartwarming to know some things never change.

And it’s completely possible the stalker-ish lyrics of the song didn’t click inside his brain. Not because he doesn’t understand the lyrics per se… but because the poor guy hardly had a grasp on what was actually considered romantic when you first met.

Please, for your own sanity, don’t let the song played at your wedding be one that he picked (with hindsight he’ll probably thank you for it too).

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-> The Air That I Breathe

The Hollies

“Peace came upon me and it

leaves me weak

so sleep, silent angel, go to

sleep

Sometimes

All I need is the air that I breathe

And to love you”

Polnareff’s favorite musician isn’t ever canonically specified, but it’s made pretty clear he’s likely a fan of The Beatles. And considering he went through puberty during the 70s, he’s likely going to lean into that era of music.

Generally speaking, he’s got decent taste. Sure, he’s got the music taste of a white suburban father, but his picks are usually pretty agreeable.

That said, he’s definitely a little high and mighty about it.

He won’t go off on the subject too hard whenever you’re around, but he thinks very highly of his preferences. Polnareff’s a huge victim of nostalgia, and a part of him feels a little elitist for having grown up in the time period that he did.

He has had the song for his first dance picked out in the back of his mind for years, swearing that it would be played at his wedding at some point or another.

Hell, he’s probably got a full roster of music in mind for the reception.

For such a monumental occasion, he’s sure to pick a ballad that starts off slow but crescendos into the chorus- easily the type of romantic tune he’d prefer.

And unlike the others, you may get pushback from him if you don’t want that as your first dance. He’s quite stubborn, generally speaking, and this is no exception to that.

Ultimately though, he would eventually cave and do just about anything you want.

But as stated before, he’s had his mind set on this one for literal years. So certainly expect this to be a somewhat tough conversation to have with him if you prefer something different.

Muhammad Avdol

-> I Love How You Love Me

Claudine Longet

“I love how your eyes close

whenever you kiss me

And when I’m away from you I

love how you miss me

I love the way you always treat

me tenderly

But, darling, most of all I love

how you love me”

Avdol’s music taste is left as a complete mystery in canon.

However, because he runs his own shop, he’s fairly attached to the calming instrumentals he often keeps on at the store. Avdol understands atmosphere well and takes it very seriously.

When he’s not working, it’s not very often that he finds himself listening to music.

But when he does, it’s usually music with soft or ethereal overtones (you cannot tell me he doesn’t listen to Enya). Throw in some charming oldies from the 50s and 60s, and Avdol’s in his element.

To put it simply, easy-listening tunes are his freaking jam.

He also enjoys listening to music from all across the world. Avdol is likely well-traveled, and is undoubtedly knowledgeable on other places and cultures. So the preference comes naturally to him.

He’s going to pick something very romantic and slow. A song that, even if you maybe haven’t heard it before, upon the first time listening you just know it’s meant to be played at a wedding.

And, unlike the others, it would take him less than 24 hours to have made his choice. It’s not that he doesn’t put care into the decision, he just doesn’t like making you wait. He’s quite efficient when it’s something this important.

Regardless, he’s the most flexible of the group when it comes to your tastes, so anything you want is perfectly fine with him.

That said, it has to be a ballad. That’s his main request. Avdol’s eager for your input, sure, but he’s going to want to slow dance with you more than anything else.

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[mamoru-chiba-ua]

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[the-cooler-kira]

Could we have a Jotaro confessing to his Fem! reader friend? It can be post-part3. I wanna know how he confess to her ;3

Prom || Jotaro Kujo x Reader

cw: female reader, fluff, light swearing/flashback, unedited

summary: (post-SDC) jotaro uses this chance to ask out his long time friend and crush

a/n: I've just had the last official day of year 11 and wow the leavers assembly was bittersweet 💔

MASTERLIST

Final exams were over! All your and your peers' hard work had paid off, so now all you have to worry about is the prom next week.

That should be fine, right? Wrong.

There is an immense pressure to go with someone, as a date, to the prom and time was running out. To make the situation worse, your friends were the ones who put that idea in your head. Of course, she already had her boyfriend so she didn't exactly see the struggle of not having anyone to go with romantically and you didn't exactly feel like third-wheeling. This special night was supposed to be fun for everyone.

You had a few decent guy friends, some of which were just going to go with a friend or by themselves thanks to the double standards, but if you were to choose... you'd go with Jotaro Kujo.

Here's the thing: you have no idea how he truly feels about you, and if he even wanted to go to the prom. Avoiding your feelings, you decided to just not say anything and hope your friend doesn't berate you for not bringing anyone.

Walking to your locker, you clutched your belongings to your stomach and let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. You changed your shoes, put away the materials you didn't need, and tied your jacket around your waist. It was cold earlier, but now it's fairly warm and you didn't want to become sweaty as you walk home.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A rough voice called out from behind you as you started walking in the direction of your home. You turned around, eyes meeting with none other than Jotaro himself.

"Hey, Jotaro." You offered a subtle smile in return as you kept walking. He easily matched your pace considering how much taller he was.

The two of you have only been friends since the beginning of the first year of high school when you were put in nearly every class and sat next to each other for a majority of them.

You remember finding yourself low-key missing his presence in the time he spent away doing who knows what at the beginning of this year. He came back covered in bandages, but he talked to you as if he never left so you decided against asking about it.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Oh look, your heart rate has never been quicker. Not even when your PE teacher forced the entire class to do cross country in the intense snow while only wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

"Uh, sure." You attempted to sound relaxed, but your voice did not translate that well.

"I'm gonna get straight to the point, I've liked you for a while and I would like to take you to the prom. Maybe after we can go get food and chill out, see where the night takes us... I guess. If that's what you want, I don't mind." He said it a little too fast, but you heard every single word.

Holy shit.

One thing's for sure: you weren't expecting that. You didn't catch it because you were both faced away from each other, and the sunset reflecting in the house windows had the both of you slightly squinting, but he stole quite a few nervous glances at your glowing appearance. He thought the sunset just made you look somehow even prettier.

During his time in Egypt, he found himself thinking about you quite a lot, typically in the quieter moments whether that be on a breezy balcony or half falling asleep in the back of a car...only to be interrupted by Joseph's reckless driving.

He had a lot of alone time with Polnareff, so naturally the topic of potential love interests came up.

----

"What about you, Jotaro?"

"What about me?"

"Well, I talk quite frequently about girls... but what about you? Do you have a girlfriend in your life? A crush, maybe?"

The ever-stoic delinquent slowly looked over to meet the prying eyes of the swordsman and gave him an unreadable expression.

"I'm being serious!" Polnareff exclaimed, "I'm not going to tease or anything, I'm just curious! I swear!"

"Good grief." Jotaro shook his head in disbelief, not being able to get you out of his head.

"Please! I won't tell Mr. Joestar, you have my word!" He continued to plead as the teenager took his offer into consideration.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you myself." He began before Polnareff let out a quiet cheer. "There's a girl in pretty much every class... had a crush on her for ages. To be honest, I can't stop thinking about her. This trip certainly doesn't help. Not only am I worried about her being in danger, but it's making me worry if I'm going to be able to return to her so I can tell her how I feel. Plus, it's making me want to take her around the world...for quality time, obviously. I wouldn't put her life in danger like that, I don't think she's a stand user either."

Polnareff nodded in understanding before talking, "ah, young love."

"Shut it."

"Never thought the cold and closed off Jotaro Kujo would go soft for a girl- OW!" Jotaro flicked Polnareff's forehead to shut him up.

"You said you wouldn't tease."

"You know I couldn't help myself!"

"Good grief..."

----

The much larger teenager stopped in his tracks to look at you, and you looked back at him in return. His aqua eyes stared in anticipation, you wouldn't have known but he was nervous. He had a feeling you reciprocated the feeling, but there's always a chance of you saying no.

"I- wow, I'd love to!" You exclaimed, a wide grin making its way onto your face. "I mean, yeah, I think it'd be fun." You said after, trying to collect yourself and appear cooler, which didn't convince the either of you.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 6:30 so we can get there for 7." There was a subtle smile that rested on his seemingly perfect features.

"Great!" You echoed, the smile widening and Jotaro noticed a certain sparkle to your eyes that made you all the more cuter to him.

He walked you all the way to your house to make sure you'd arrive safely. Once you arrived, you turned to each other once more. You simply smiled at him and stood on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I honestly can't wait, see you around Jojo!" You shouted as you walked up to your front door.

"Yeah, can't wait either." He mumbled, only turning around to keep walking to his place when you had walked into your house and shut the door.

Of course, you were barely in the door when your mother sprinted through to interrogate you as she saw the interaction through the window. This should be fun.

That doesn't matter though, Jotaro asked you to the prom next week!

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[lemmetreatya]

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

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

Everything, Everything for You, My Darling

Polnareff x Reader

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

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

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

“Sst!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Khan! Khan! Is everything okay?!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, buddy? You lost?”

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

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

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

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

“Here, I’ve got a plaster.” 

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

“No, I don’t want it.” 

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

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

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

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

“J-Jean Pierre…?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mon coeur...” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never knew you had a stand?!” 

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

“Oh. Is that what it’s called?” 

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

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

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

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

“You two know each other.” 

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

“Yeah, well, no shit.”

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

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

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

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

“…and Sherry.”

“The dead sister.” Jotaro stated. 

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

“Yeah. The one I avenged.” 

You took heed of the older’s words. 

Avengement. 

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

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

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

“Let me help you.” You blurted out.

With a wild expression, Polnareff looked in your direction. 

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

Polnareff searched his eyes over your face. 

“No, mon coeur. It’s too dangerous.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jotaro only sighed loudly.

“Gimme a break.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess she would.” 

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[poptartzz2]

SUNSET KISS

( A Jotaro Kujo x Reader(fem) one shot// Lots of fluff)

☆ ⟡∵⋰ Summary: “Never did I imagine that one day, my best friend of eight years, Jotaro Kujo, would become the love of my life.

All it took was one confession. One simple moment to express how I felt about him, even though I was absolutely terrified.

One precious moment, that led to the story of me and him.” - YN ♡︎ ☆ ⟡∵⋰

☆ ⟡∵⋰ Jotaro x Reader (fem)

☆ ⟡∵⋰ Word Count: 12.4K ( Epilogue Included)

☆ ⟡∵⋰ Fluffy & sweet // Two idiots in love lol

☆☆☆ Author’s Note ☆☆☆

This is my very first time posting a fanfic on here, so I apologize if this is not suitable.

I wrote this around Feb-March of 2022 as my first one shot, so I apologize for the cringey moments. I feel like I can do better now😅

I will be linking this to Ao3 bc of how long this is lol, I love writing a lot. Tags will be there also!

Thank you for checking this out and I hope you enjoy!! Hopefully I will begin posting more fics here!🥰

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[joujouyn]

POLNERAFF X Fem!READER

POV: you text Polneraff and things get a little spicy😏😏😏🔥🔥🔥

Sorry guys this one is a little short, I hope you don’t mind🥺

Tw: SUGGESTIVE‼️‼️‼️

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[junosartsthetic]

Can I request Polnareff, jotaro, Kakyoin with an s/o that love's to eat sweet foods💕💕💕 thanks💕💕💕

These are short but sweet (heh. Pun.)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

One of his love languages is gift-giving, so when he finds out that you’ve got a sweet-tooth, it’s like you never run out of your favorite treats

You can’t even finish your sentence about craving a snack and he’s there, a perfectly hand-made sweet at the ready

You had no idea he could bake

But he makes some of the best food you’ve ever had

Most of the time

Sometimes he lights the kitchen on fire

On accident

Then tries to put it out by swinging Silver Chariot’s rapier like a propellor to blow it out

It makes it worse

You have to call the fire department

Not a great day

But he’s learned from his mistakes

Hopefully

Just

Keep that house insurance on standby when you see him putting his apron on

But also keep your stomach ready to eat some of the best food of your life

Jotaro Kujo

Will complain about it

Likes to make fun of you

“That crap’ll rot your teeth out”

Will occasionally buy you sweets despite his supposed loathing of your habit

Will also hog most of it

He likes to say the classic dad-line

“What? I had to make sure it wasn’t poisoned.”

“Jotaro, I baked the cake myself. Why in the world would I poison it?”

“Whatever. There’s still some left”

“Where? The entire plate is empty”

“That sounds like a you problem. Just go bake another.”

“You’re lucky I love you. Else I’d smack you silly.”

“You’d never get the chance.”

“Cocky bastard”

“Irritating bitch”

“Normal couples just say I love you, I love you, too.”

“I love you. Bitch.”

“Shut up.”

Noriaki Kakyoin

He could never turn down something sweet, and so often accompanies you on your adventures through town to find the best shops

He’ll be honest

He mainly tags along to see the smile on your face when you finally find a food you can’t wait to have

Loves taking pictures of everything before it’s eaten

Will print them out to remind himself of what your favorite treats are

And tries his best to supply you with them

Whether it’s baking (asking Polnareff to help him)

Or purchasing

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