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Request and headcanons are closed! Matchups are closed for now! My main is Janejillketen516. 18+ MInors DNI

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Hi! If your requests are still open, would you be able to write Giorno x Shy!Fem!Reader where they’re childhood friends and Giorno gained feelings for reader over the years and wants to confess but doesn’t know how? Maybe reader feels the same way and wants to confess too?

Thanks!! :D

Did I spend 2 hours writing this because I got hyperfocused? Yes. Worth it? Yes.

Giorno and the reader are both 15 at the start and 18-19 by the end. ENJOY!

“Amica?” 

You knew that voice. It had Giorno all over it. Giorno and you had become friends when he moved next to you when your were both 4. He’d changed his name to Giorno, and you respected that, only his mom and step-dad called him Haruno, as he was known in Japan.

“Gio Gio?” You stepped out on the porch of the cafe you worked at, “What is-?” You stopped. Standing in front of you was Haruno Shiobana or Giorno Giovanna as he liked to be called but… blonde.

“Santa merda! Gio Gio, you’re blonde!”

“I know!” He threw his hands in front of him, “I woke up this way!”

You looked at him, gathering all the details you could. He was still the same boy. Same jade eyes, “What happened?”

“I woke up this way!” He waved his arms about, “Can we talk about this?” He pointed to his newly golden locks. It practically glowed in the sun, “Uh, I have a 15 minute break soon.” You stuttered.

“Okay, I’ll be here.” He wrung his hands and leaned awkwardly against the lamp post.

“Or you could come inside.” “I don’t have any cash on me.”

You chuckled, “I can still get you a water, on the house.”

He nodded, “Alright.”

You waved him in, “It’s not like anybody will recognise you anyway.”

“You did.” He said quietly

You blushed silently, “Be with you in a few.”

“So you woke up, and now you’re just blonde?”

“Yeah! Like my dad.” He whispers

“Whoa, you never talk about your dad.” You are even mor eintrigued now. Giorno had a peculiar picture in his wallet that he said was his biological father. The man in the picture was build strong and almost scarily so. But the defining trait Giorno knew was from that man was the star shaped birthmark on his upper shoulder. 

“I mean, I didn’t think this is what puberty did.” You teased, “What colour do you think my hair will turn?”

“Pink?” He laughed, “No, that a ridiculous colour.”

“Yeah, nobody in their right mind would have pink hair.” You laughed together.

“What would you even do if you met a dude with pink hair?”

“How should I know?” He laughed, “I’ve never seen one, and I doubt I ever will.”

“Well, you could grow it out.” You said

“I could, we could style it like those old magazines we used to read as kids.”

“I can see you in a braid.” You grin

“We’ll see.”

“Ehi! Y/N, back to work, I see you going 2 minutes over your break!”

“Gotta go.” You stand up, but Giorno stood as well, “Me as well, goodbye, Y/N.” He customarily kissed you on both cheeks, something you’d taught him a long time ago. Watching him leave, you went back to taking orders as you wished that you’d had the nerve to teach him a new kind of kiss.

A few weeks later, he stopped in again, “Amiga!”

“Hey, got money for an actual coffee this time?” You called down the stairs

“I do, but that’s not the point.” He climbed the cafe stairs to meet you, “I’ve figured it out.”

Him suddenly so close with that piercing gaze had you pull away, flushed pink. “What?” 

“I figured it out. The drug trade, everything.”

You looked quizzically at him, “You mean the mafia?”

He nodded, “I’m going to join them.”

You blinked. Wow, you’d lost it. Who knew serving 17 macchiatos in an hour would finally push your brain past its breaking pointt?

“Amiga?”

“Sorry, you lost me. What’s the plan?” You wiped down a table

“I’m going to become a gangstar.” 

You nodded, “See, I keep hearing you saying you want to join the mafia.” You shake your head.

“I did say that.” He tries to meet your eyes, “All the drug problems, the law being run by criminals, it can be solved, I can solve it.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard, “You’re 15.”

“I know. I need all the time I can get, I have to start early.” 

You put the cloth and spray down, “Tell me you’re kidding me.” You kept your voice low, you didn’t like catching attention of others.

“No, I’m finally going to do something about all this.” He took your hands in his and you noticed him stutter, “W-we grew up surrounded by people influenced by drugs, isn’t it time to do something about it?”

His change in demeanor prompted you to break out into a red blush. He wasn’t usually so… forward. It was different. You automatically sank back into your shell as red as a crab as other people stared. “Giorno, this is insane. You can’t join the mafia, it’s an early death sentence.”

“I get that, but things are different now.”

“But why you?” 

“Because kids like you and I deserved to have good childhoods.”

That struck a nerve, “Giorno, I want to talk about this more, but I need to stay focused on my job right now, I’m sorry. I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

He took a deep breath and stepped away, ”Okay. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, I’m just worried about you. I care, okay?”

“I know.” He smiles earnestly, “I love that about you.”

Before you had a chance to reply or even register what he said, he was gone.

You called him that afternoon. Nothing. You called him again later that night. Nothing. You called him the next morning. Same results. Life went on, agonizingly slow. A week went by. 

You should have just told him when you had the chance.

A month. 2 months. 4… 8… a year. You gave up after 3 years…

“Andrea, I need you to calm down. The report doesn’t have to be done until noon tomorrow. You have a full day and 3 hours to draft and finish it.” You spoke on the phone to a colleague. “Yes, I’ll be in on tomorrow… no, you don’t need me to proofread it, you’re an adult, you can scan your own emails for typos.” 

A knock came from the front door. “Andrea, take a breather and write when you’re ready.” You hang up. Why your co-workers who were 5 years your senior needed you to spellcheck was beyond you. The knock came again, whoever it was, they were impatient. You checked the glass and caught a glimpse of blonde, and your heart skipped a beat. You calmed yourself and opened the door. It wasn’t him. Of course it wasn’t. A man in a green suit was standing in the doorway, “Buongiorno signora.” 

That name. He had to say buongiorno. Of course giorno was a regular word, but it followed you everywhere, and you felt your heart flop sadly every single time you heard it. 

“What can I do for you?” You cross your arms.

“My name is Pannacota Fugo, my boss wishes to speak to you privately.”

You nod, “Okay, I’m guessing you’re from a law firm or something?”

“No, signora. I am from Passione.”

Despite the decrease in crime regarding the mafia, the word stung, it was the mafia group Giorno mentioned. God, if they were looking for Giorno… but they couldn’t even ask you, you had no idea where he went either.

“What about it?”

“You may know him.”

“I don’t know anybody from the mafia, I make it my business to stay clear of their business.” You go to close the door.

“I’d reconsider. The boss says he knows you personally. I’m here to take you to see him.”

You steeled your nerves, “I said no.”

It was a skill you were working on, you’d become better at not being so shy.

“Right. Well, Giorno sends his regards then.” Fugo says and goes to leave

“Giorno?” Your heart almost jumps out of your chest, “Giorno Giovanna?”

Fugo nodded.

“I’ll get my things.”

You pulled up the a house. It was lavish, even on the outside. 

“He’s inside.” Fugo holds the car door open for you. 

In just some clothes you’d thrown on, you climbed the steps to the house. You stopped at the door. Fugo followed you and nodded to some guards who opened the door.

“Where is he?” You asked the blonde man.

“On the left.”

You rounded a corner and on a chair in a large room was a man.

“Amiga?”

Your face flushed at the sound of his voice.

“Please, leave us.” The blonde man stood. He was just as handsome as he was before, but now, toned and his blonde hair was long and braided down his back. He wore all black. You stared dumbfounded at him.

“It was hard to find you, you changed jobs.” He chuckled. That laugh made a old shiver run down your back, one you’d thought you’d lost.

You stepped back and tripped over a chair behind you. Without missing a beat, he caught you. But that didn’t make sense, he was on the other side of the room. But something caught you. You caught your balance and eased yourself up, still in shock, “You’re… here.”

He nodded with a hint of pink on his cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been here for a few years now.”

“You… you never came back.” Your face heated up.

“I’ve been getting a handle on crime before I brought you to me. I didn’t… I didn’t want you to be a target.”

“But you could have called.” 

“I’m always being watched, Amiga. Nothing was going to be a secret these past years.”

“You’re still calling me amiga.” You said.

“Well, I thought maybe we were still friends.” He sighed hopefully

“I, I don’t even know what to think. I… I hated you. I hated that you said nothing and left. But I missed you, and I still do…” You held your head in your hands, trying to name all these emotions running through you.

“I loved you.” You finished.

He looked wistfully at you, “Me too.” 

“Well, w-what now?”

“Well, it’s up to you. We can start over, or we can just, let this go. I’ll let you go back to how you’ve been.”

There was a long pause,

“I… I want to be near you, but this can’t have just… not happened. I think-”

“So we should start over?” He nodded

“Not from the beginning.” You got closer and touched his face, “I still know you, at least I think I do. I might not, but I want to.”

He leaned into your touch.

“I still know this face.” You brushed your thumb over his cheek. You chuckled, “To be honest, I dreamed of this face.”

“Really?” He chuckled pleasently, a sound that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter

“I face I wished I’d kissed.”

“You’ve kissed my face plenty of times. You’re the one who taught me to do it.” He smirked. A vine snuck around your wrist and a flower appeared in your palm.

“Then the face I wished I kissed in more than one way.” You leaned in. You pressed your lips to his left cheek, and then the right, and as the sun made the rose coloured curtains behind you project a pattern of pink on his face, you sealed the confession with a gentle kiss on his soft lips. His hand curled around your face and tucked your hair behind your ear, “I wish you showed me this was to kiss earlier too, Amiga.” He smiled.

“Yeah, if this is how it’s going to be from now on, I’m going to need to be something more than amiga.” 

His response was quick and sauve, “Then this is the greeting kiss you should expect from now on, cara mia.”

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Could you maybe do a stardust crusaders imagine but with a reader who starts having a sensory meltdown? i'm neurodivergent, and I sometimes get those overloads?

i put a link to what a sensory overload is. you dont have to answer, but i enjoy your wrting

https://www.health.qld.gov.au/newsroom/features/sensory-overload-is-real-and-can-affect-any-combination-of-the-bodys-five-senses-learn-ways-to-deal-with-it#:~:text=Sensory%20overload%20is%20when%20your,%2C%20flight%2C%20or%20freeze%20mode.

I hear you. Sensory overloads can be hell. Neurodiverents unite!

You didn't specify if it was romantic or platonic so I'm going to keep it platonic.

Anyway, ENJOY!

JOSEPH

Joseph has gotten used to handling situations that are overwhelming. He’s grown to be more quiet overtime, but let’s be honest here, it’s still Joseph. He’s going to worry. When you begin to look uncomfortable, he’s going to ask what’s up. Don’t lie to him, he can tell something is wrong, the man is a father, and he learned the tell tale signs of discomfort with his own little family. 

When he asks and you don’t respond immediately, he’s going to pause and pull you aside to make sure you heard him. 

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“…”

“Are you feeling unwell? Sick?”

You shrug

“Okay, let’s sit down.” He puts his hand on your arm and you flinch at the contact, which makes the overstimulation flare. When you yank your arm away from him, he’s going to be suspicious that maybe there’s a much bigger issue at play but he’s going to lead you away from the crowd and get you to sit.

“Can you tell me what’s the matter?”

A panic attack seizes in your throat and he can see it, “Can you talk to me?”

Your palms sweat and shake your head with shame.

“Okay, well, can you point to anything that you need?”

You shake your head again, closing your eyes, trying to avoid the harsh light.

“Okay…” Joseph tries to problem solve, “Can you point to what is bothering you?”

You manage to your ears

“Your ears hurt?”

You shake your head

“Is something in your ear?”

You shake your head again, this time covering your ears.

“It’s too loud.” He realizes. He thinks for a moment. “Hold on.”

You notice he pulls something from his pocket, earbuds. Connected to them is a Walkman, he unplugs them and holds the cord out to you, “you can put them in, it’s not much, but they’ll make it a bit quieter until I can find some earplugs.”

It’s a few minutes before Joseph comes back and puts a pair of earplugs beside you and a pair of headphones, “Use either. They’re the highest quality, so don’t worry.”

JOTARO

Jotaro can’t lose it. He’s got too much riding on him. If things go sideways, he would never forgive himself for the consequences, that is if he made it out alive. Because of this, Jotaro isn’t very in touch with his own emotions and prefers to keep them tamped down and if not in danger, he might actively ignore some signs of a sensory overload. He just doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it. Don’t mistake this for a lack of empathy or effort, he’s just way out of his depth here. That being said, if things really escalate, he might snap at you, thinking he can get you to act ‘reasonable’ if you take notice of how you’re feeling and pull yourself out of it on your own.

“Hey, quit muttering! It’s damn annoying.”

When you cover your ears and whimper, he feels something in his chest ache. 

He made it worse. He gets up from his hotel bed, huffs and goes to sit a bit closer to you but not too close, he gets wanting personal space, “I didn’t think you’d be that sensitive.” He pulls his hat over his eyes.

When things stay quiet, and he doesn’t really know what to say, he might ask you if you need anything. He’s frustrated. He gets when the world is just too full of pointless talking and noise, but watching you suffer, well, it was a new perspective. Jotaro wants to understand, but now he doesn’t know if it’s even his business. He’d leave you alone, but stand users lurk around every corner, and he’d be damned if he was leaving you alone in this state.

Fuck. What do you even do in this kind of situation. People don’t really cry or breakdown in front of him, not unless they were babies. You weren’t a baby. But that was the closest thing he had to what was going on. Babies get upset if they’re overwhelmed and need a nap…

Jotaro drapes the sheets of the hotel bed over you and closes the curtains, “I’ll be on the patio.” He grabs a book. He doesn’t expect an answer. If you need him, you know where he’ll be. 

POLNAREFF

Polnareff is pretty clueless. He means well, promise, He just hasn’t been a person people look up to for guidance and support for a while. Polnareff is a funny and flirty guy a lot of the time. He understands sorrow and grief, but he also knows when he should distance himself from things if they get in the way of the objective. Well, he’s better at it now. He’s been on a long journey of suffering to get closure because of his sister’s death. This all means he’s all too familiar with personal meltdowns, but not somebody else’s. Polnareff will first start picking up on your sensory overstimulation when you start to lag behind everybody else.

“Hey, Y/N, pick up the pace. You’re going to still be in Aswan by the time we’re in Cairo.”

You didn’t reply. He notices this and hangs back while the rest of the crusaders keep moving but will slow a bit so they don’t get out of eyesight. They tell Polnareff to be quick, because they need to keep moving. 

“You’re going a bit slow, mon ami.” He remarks

You hide your face.

“Oh? Too hot? I get it, I’ve been wearing this rag. I found it at a market. When we get to Luxor, maybe you should get one for yourself.” He points at the cooling towel on his head and shoulders. You don’t respond and just try to stay quiet and breathe.

“Man, you aren’t this quiet most of the time. I mean, you talk a fair amount, but you’re acting like a recluse.” He says without much understanding.

Your shoulders haunch with shame. He doesn’t get it.

“Maybe you’re hungry, or thirsty.” He guesses, “Mr. Joestar has a canteen, but you’ll have to pick up the pace to get it.”

Still, no sign you’d even heard him.

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?”

It was then he noticed you shaking, “Hey, Y/N, are you hurt?” When you don’t say anything, but shake your head, he yells out to the group, “Hold up! Y/N might be hurt!”

You bury your face in your hands, his yelling setting you off even more. This becomes a back and forth movement to counter the overstimulation. He notices the rocking and checks you for injuries, “Where is it? Who was it? Was this the work of an enemy stand?”

You shake your head vigorously. 

“What?” His concerned look mixes with confusion, “I don’t get it, what’s going on then?”

Your hands shake as you crouch down and try to hide. 

“Polnareff, what’s going on back there?” You can hear Joseph’s gruff voice.

Avdol ends up coming and looking you over, “Stress.” He says plainly, “Or something along those lines.”

“Stress? Stress can manifest like this?” Polnareff asks

Avdol nodded, “It can even overwhelm the senses.”

“Okay, which senses are bothering you?” The silver haired man asks.

You clench your eyes closed and point to them and your ears. “Sound and sight.” He says, “What about touch? 

Your answer is a hand moving side to side, ‘a bit’. 

“What if we stopped for an hour or so, just find a place that’s cool and quiet?” He asks.

You nodded. “Okay, can you stand?” He asks. You sign back ‘a bit’ again.

He nods, “Can I take your arm and lead you?” 

You nod.

“Alright, we’re going to take care of you, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He says gently.

AVDOL

Avdol picks up on this SO fast. This man is a reader, not just the book type, but he reads people as a living. He might even notice something is off before you do. Like the amount of people bustling about, the crowds and the people who accidentally bump into you. He’ll talk to Joseph and you and advise a quieter route. Unfortunately, this is the fastest way to get through. A detour would cost the group precious time. Avdol will instead hang at the back of the group with you and ask you what you need. Avdol is also much faster in places like markets because he’s grown up around them. In this case, if he’s sure you’ll be okay for a few minutes, he’ll haggle and find you something that might help.

“Where’s Avdol gone off to?” Polnareff asks Joseph

“He’s picking up a few necessities.” Joseph replies, he’ll meet back up with us in a few minutes, if he doesn’t we’ll assume he’s in danger and move quickly to a quieter location in case there’s a stand user in this crowd. I don’t want civilians involved in anything harmful.” He says gruffly

You walked behind Jotaro, his tall stature making people stare and move around him, maybe in respect or trepidation. You got bumped into less this way. “I’m back, Mr. Joestar.” Avdol seamlessly weaves his way back to the front of the group.

“Welcome back. Y/N is in the back behind Jotaro, maybe he’s good at blocking out the sun.” He grins playfully

Avdol nods in good humour and squeezes onto the back of the group. He walks beside you, giving you a foot of room on one side to ensure nobody brushes against you when you’re already overwhelmed. He holds out a small box, inside there are wax earplugs. And in one of his deep pockets he produces a beaded bracelet, “These are to cancel the noise, and if you need to keep your hands moving, you can rotate the beads in your hand.” You take the gift and look at him with surprise. “I don’t mind.” He says with a smile, “I can see that you’re struggling. We need to build each other up on this journey, so if there’s anything else you’re in need of, just communicate in anyway you find comfortable.” Your smile of gratitude is all he needs. He’ll hang back with you for as long as you need it. 

KAKYOIN

Does this guy get neurodivergence or what? Kakyoin spent a lot of time alone. He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. He learned to communicate in lots of ways. Verbal wasn’t always his strong suit anyway. If there is anybody who understands isolating one’s self because you are different, it’s him. Jotaro isolates, not because he’s entirely socially awkward, it’s also because he just doesn’t want to. Kakyoin wants people to know who he is, more than that, he knows being a bit different comes with its own experiences and self-honed skills. He’s going to pick up on you retreating back into yourself in the beginning, not as fast as Avdol. He’s not a people reader after all, that being said, he is a people watcher. For years, Kakyoin watched people from afar, this helped him understand other people’s friendships and relationships. He’s also learned a lot. When you’re on your own, you don’t exactly get distracted by other people asking you to join them in things. So he’s read quite a bit, even on neurodivergence. He can spot the overload in a few minutes and get into action. He gets up from the seat on the train he’s in and sits next to you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

No answer. “Is it stress, or maybe are you just overwhelmed?”

You looked up at him, not expecting him to understand.

“Overwhelmed?”

You nod and stare at the ground.

“Is there anything I can do?” 

You have a moment to think, but you’ve gone nonverbal at this point, and realize you can’t really act out what you need because it’s a bit complex.

“Hmm…” Kakyoin thinks for a monent and then pulls out a notepad from his uniform

You look at him quizzically. 

“I’m a student, I always have this on me to take notes.”

You smile up at him.

“Here.” He hands it to you, along with a pen.

You jot some things down.

“Too bright, too many sounds, chairs bad texture.” 

“Yeah, I bet there’s years worth of dust in these.” He chuckles, “I have a scarf, maybe we can put that around your eyes? Or your ears like earmuffs?” 

You nod and jot something else down, “Is the scarf soft?”

“Yes, it is. My mom bought it for me when we travelled to Egypt the first time.” He smiles and goes to get the scarf. 

He comes back and sits next to you, “If you need anything else, write it down for me, and I’ll be happy to get it.” He relaxes in the seat next to you, “Promise.”

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I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

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I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

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EVERYTIME I SEE WALLY I GET REMINDED OF JOSUKE

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Somebody needed to point this out. And if my love for pompadoured characters didn't ring the alarm, nothing would.

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8.09.22 Josuke Doodle 🍪

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ジャン

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Please watch professional figure skater Keiji Tanaka make a very special JoJo themed performance at All Japan Medalist on Ice - a gala exhibition held after the national figure skating championships in Osaka!!

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MY SOUL HAS LEFT MY BODY

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why does he hold stuff like that

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In japanese culture it’s polite to receive things with both hands. And of course Josuke was well educated :D

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jojo heritage post

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Don’t forget our time honored tradition - change your underwear tonight so you too can start the New Year feeling completely refreshed.

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Gotta reblog!

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If you guys want to see more of my art, feel free to check out my Instagram!

https://www.instagram.com/janejillketen516/

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Reblog if you don’t mind OC x Canon ships

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Can I get a fic with reader giving Doppio a phone so they can text each other lmao? I am just so in love with this man and I want a phone to communicate with him

Can do! It's a bit short, but I think it's sweet!

“Grazie, amore! Look at this thing, I can even dial any number I want!” He wrapped his arms around you. His grip got tighter and he lifted you effortlessly. 

“Whoa, Doppio, you’re so strong.”

“That’s my love for you, amore!” He set you down, “What else does it do? You always add something!”

“Well, since you asked.” You pulled out your own, this one was matching his green one. “I connected before I gave it to you, so my number is already in there.”

“It’s already there?”

“Yeah, in numbers, it’s listed in favourites!”

“How did you afford this?”

“I’ve been saving for a while. I know you tend to use what you can find, but this can fit in your pocket!”

Doppio slipped the phone into his back pocket., “It does! Oh, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Hold on, thats not all, lemme me call you!” You quickly dialled him.

A chime rose from the phone in his pocket, it was familiar. “Our song!” He gasped

“Gloria

Manchi tu nell'aria

Manchi ad una mano

Che lavora piano

Manchi a questa bocca

Che cibo più non tocca

E sempre questa storia

Che lei la chiamo Gloria!”

You joined in, 

“Gloria sui tuoi fianchi

La mattina nasce il sole

Entra odio ed esce amore

Dal nome Gloria!”

The phone stopped dialling and went silent.

“Amore, did I ever tell you what Gloria means?” You took his hand in yours, “No.”

“Well, I was at the Biblioteca the other day, and I found out that it means ‘Immortal Glory’.”

“Wow, that’s interesting.”

“It got me thinking. I know I’m at the boss’s beck and call, but I’m also at yours too. You are my Gloria.”

“Aw, Doppio!” 

He kissed you and murmured against your lips, “My Gloria…”

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hii! is it ok if I request a Jotaro x reader fluff? could be angst, hurt/comfort type of thing.. Lately I've been having trouble with relations between me and my friends or even parents so.. could I please request something comforting..? (oblivious Jootdoot is always welcome) i hope its ok with you, if not, feel free to ignore it. thank you and have a great day!

Sounds good. I kinda went my own way with the story, tsundere Joot. Best Joot.

ENJOY! gender neutral!

Jotaro and you were walking home from school. The wind had a cold winter chill, and the leaves were under a thin sheet of snow. You had wrapped your coat around you but the zipper broke so you had to hold it closed.

“You should get a new coat.” He said flatly.

His sudden opinion pulled you out of spacing out.

“You’re quiet.”

You let out a hollow laugh, “I thought you liked the quiet.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear you.” You blushed and he turned his head away.

“Well, things just haven’t been the best between me and my friends.” 

He remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

“Or my parents for that matter. I dunno,” You sheepishly scratched the back of your neck, “Things are just different. It’s like we’re worlds apart. I think one way, and they seem to think the complete opposite, which is crazy because I thought they would understand.” You sighed.

“Yare yare daze, well you aren’t going to be able to make any good points if you catch something.” He stopped in front of you and kneeled.

“-Jotaro?”

He grabbed the coat zipper and found buttons hidden underneath. He did them up, and you were much warmer than before.

“T-thank you.”

“It’s nothing.”

“You don’t want me to catch a cold…” You smirked

His eyes rolled, “You think I want you to be sick?”

“You care about me ~”

“You almost sound surprised.”

“I am. Don’t get me wrong, I know you care,” You twiddled your thumbs, “but it’s nice to see when you go out of your way to do nice things for me.”

“Anyway, back to you and your folks.”

“Well, I’m sure I can work things with some of them, but I’m worried about my parents. I live with them.”

“You could stay at my place for a few days until things blow over.” He stopped in his tracks, “Wait.”

“WHOA! I can stay with you?” You bounced on your heels.

“Wait, what I meant was that we have a spare futon. My mom wouldn’t mind. She likes having company.”

“So is it like a date?”

“What? No!” He was getting flustered. “I just wanted you to be safe.”

“You’re going to protect me or something, Kujo?” You teased.

“I’m going to throw you into a snowbank.”

“You wouldn’t!” You challenged

“You’re as heavy as a toaster oven, watch me.”

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uhh... Josuke getting his s/o some stuff when they are on their period. Gender neutral if possible. (Sorry for asking to often for Josuke stuff, you write him so well! 🫧)

Love, Bubble Anon

Welcome Bubble Anon! That's totally fine, you are actually just feeding my Josuke obsession. Which always needs more Josuke. Thanks! Don't hesitate to drop something in my inbox if it's open! Anyway!

Pharmacy troubles (Josuke x reader)

Pulling up to the pharmacy, Josuke took a quick look at the text you had sent him.

‘Advil and Super plus’

What did that mean? Size?

‘Of what?’ He replied.

The text sat unread and Josuke finally put the car into park and went inside to go look for himself.

First; find out where the feminine hygiene stuff was.

He scratched his head, “Jeez, where would I even find that?”

Josuke peered down the aisles. Seasonal stuff, hair care, nail care. Makeup, over-the-counter medicine, snacks, condoms…

“Well,” He made his way down the family planning aisle, “That’s sorta in the same area.”

The shelves were full of odd things that he’d never seen before, condoms, but flavoured, and riveted. Self-warming lubricant, and oddly shaped toys that he quickly steered away from.

“Good lord, how much stuff is in this aisle?” He grimaced. Josuke pulled out his phone again and checked for a reply. Nothing. 

He stopped abruptly. He almost ran right into a woman and another girl who he assumed was her teenage daughter. 

‘OMG OMG OMG’ His inner voice screamed. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you or anything.” He rubbed his neck and tried to play it off casually.

“No worries, young man.” The woman waved him off.

“Oh, thank you, uh have a good one.” He very awkwardly did a 180 and went back where he came.

Wait. “Ughhh… I forgot to get the stuff.” 

In a very stiff walk, he went back to where he ran into the two ladies.

They seemed to know where the supplies were, maybe he could snake around them.

The woman spotted him. 

‘Why me?’

“Oh, you’re back, are you?” She smiled, “Looking for something?”

“Uhh…” Josuke tried to bluff, but sighed in defeat, “Uh, my friend sent me to grab some things, but all they said was ‘super plus’.”

The woman smirked, “Ah, first time doing the run?” 

He nodded, bright red.

“Sweetie, would you grab me my iron?” The lady asked her daughter. The girl, who seemed uncomfortable with sharing the aisle meant for girls with some random guy took her to leave.

“Alrighty, do you know what brand they like?”

“There are different brands?”

Much to his embarrassment, she laughed, “Okay, do they want pads or tampons? Or are they a diva cup kind of person?”

Josuke buried his face in his hands, “I don’t even know what that last one you said is…”

“Kotex works, and so does Always, but they’re different in how much they absorb.”

“Does it need to absorb a lot?”

The lady, who this time spared him the trouble, handed him a box, “Try this, it has tampons and pads in the same box. It’s a super plus.”

“Playtex?” Josuke read the words on the box, “And this will work?”

She winked, “Works for me. Well, I need to go to the cash register. Good luck.”

“Whoa, wait! Is there anything else I need?” He called

“Hmm… Chocolate and anything else you think she’ll like.” And with that, she disappeared.

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“Okay, I’ve got painkillers, chocolate, pads, tampons, chips and a tub of ice cream.” Josuke proudly plopped the bag down beside you.

“Aw… babe!” You reached your hand in and pulled what you could out. “Huh?” You looked at Josuke quizzically, “Assorted flavour condoms, and cherry-flavoured lube?”

“Uh. That’s for… after.” 

“How did you find all of this by yourself?”

“Uh, I bumped into an expert.”

“Oh. You bumped into a woman.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

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I'm so fucking soft for Josuke and every time I think about him my brain explodes with ideas with things like his S/O and him carry out a bromance until he falls for her and gets worried that hes being creepy and when he confesses hes all apologetic and then she interrupts him w a kiss and his eyes widen before melting into the kiss and hugging eachother afterwards. UGH IM SO SOFT FOR BEST BOY I JUST WANNA CUDDLE AND HUG HIM HES SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND THE BEST BOYFRIEND MATERIAL EVER

ANON I GET WHAT YOU MEAN I MEAN

HE’S SO ADORABLE

LOOK AT THAT POUT

BABEY

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Some future headcanons // JJBA part 4

Josuke becomes a Morioh police officer like his grandfather. Sometimes his judgement can get a little clouded if hair insults enter the arrest, but in those kinds of cases, the criminal was simply resisting arrest and brute force needed to be used. He can heal them anyway if he does any real damage. He still lives with his mom, much to Tomoko's annoyance, but he states that once he finds somebody to settle down with, he'll leave. He's frugal with his money though, except when it comes to fashion, then suddenly his funds for moving out are in the cash register at Moschino...

Okuyasu joins Josuke in police work because he doesn't know what to do for a job but then decides to pick a career for himself at Tonio's. Okuyasu is very happy to be working there and he does well starting as a waiter as Tonio is pretty understaffed. He learns lots of good recipes and cooks for his father. He's interested in a regular customer who comes in almost every day but is working up to asking them out.

Koichi works an office job as a data entry clerk. It isn't very interesting, but it's safer than lots of other jobs, especially Josuke's. He tends to get hurt less, and fewer stand attacks when he's in a place with lots of people. He's steadily climbing the ranks. And he's working in S city.

Yukako becomes a great hairdresser and uses Cinderella's salon for where she works. She is an entrepreneur. She works with several other ladies who do makeup and nails and things like that, but her first priority is making sure that none of them are in love with her husband Koichi.

Yukako and Koichi are the parents of fraternal twins Aya and Eko Hirose. They do not have stands but are a bit spoiled. They have their mother's hair but Koichi's untapped love for mischief. They both go to school in Morioh.

Tonio gets even more people coming into his restaurant and moves it across the street to make space for renovation. He needs more space for more customers. Okuyasu does what he can around the kitchen and Tonio brings a close friend of his to work with him as well.