a/n: im overly freaked out right now, i think its time i dip my toes into this ^^;; don't be shy to request nsfw guys... hint hint hint
tags: nsfw under the cut, various jojo characters, reader is gender neutral, both male and female genitalia mentioned (?) , some characters aged up (duh!)
MINORS DNI 🔞
Knows what they're doing / An Expert
Caesar, Lisa Lisa, Polnareff, Hol Horse, N'doul, OLD Joseph, Yuya, Bruno, Prosciutto, Jotaro, Weather Report, Miuccia, Mountain Tim, Jobin, Acca Howler, Ermes, Abbacchio, Suzi Q, Formaggio
Sloppy with it
Gyro, Paco, Joseph, Kars, DIO, Kakyoin, Steely Dan, Hol Horse, Mikitaka, Mista, Risotto, Melone, Diavolo, Anasui, Jolyne, Narancia, Gappy, F.F, Hato, Funny Valentine, Oyecomova, Yuya, Acca Howler, Magent, Mista
Extremely calculated
Rohan, Diego, Santana, DIO, Kars, Avdol, Tonio, Kira, Giorno, Fugo, Toru, Rai, Sandman, Dragona, Hot Pants, D'arby Brothers, Vanilla Ice, Kakyoin, Yukako, Pucci, Mamezuku, Kei, Key West
Helping Ceaser draw on his little pink triangles on his cheek and put his headband on for him (after a smooch on his forehead ofc)
Helping polneraff, kakyoin and jotaro do their hair (while in their lap possibly)
Stressing out while doing josuke's hair not wanting to mess it up but him trusting you anyways
Kira and fugo getting their tie tied and a little check kiss like kiras stand in wife in pt4
Helping Bruno with his little braid and hair clips
Putting on abbacchios lipstick for him (TESTING IF ITS SMUDGE PROOF)
Trying to help narancia put on his headband wrap thing (it seems like it's tied so weird and would be a nightmare to put on for me)
This is literally just copied from my notes app so I'm sorry if it's hard to understand. Just ask me questions if you need to I got post notifications on, a phone addiction and no shame so I'll probably answer fast
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Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous - Multi Character x Reader
A/N - 🍒 Anon I am still very amused that you were actually not asking for all of them HAHAHAHA But I did all but Narancia because I couldn't think of ANYTHING for him and I feel so bad... Thank you so much for the request this was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I warned y'all about the word count hehehe...
Cuore Mio - My heart
Amore - Love
Vita Mia - My life
Tesoro - Treasure
Cara - Dear
The song used for Josuke is That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 11000 Yeah that is not a typo...
Warning - Non sexual intimacy, some suggestive language in a few of them.+ A bunch of kissing lmao.
Caesar -
The sun is gentle as it streams through the open curtains, warming your skin faintly as you wake with a content sigh on your lips.
Caesar’s arm tightens slightly around your waist when he feels the way you shift away while he sleeps, almost trying to keep you as close as possible even though he isn’t even conscious.
You don’t dare to attempt to move again from your comfortable spot by his side as he breathes faintly against your throat, knowing if you wake him up or he gets up with you not by his side he’ll get… Insanely pouty.
“Stop thinking cuore mio, it’s too loud.”
His low tired voice startles you slightly as his lips press against your skin, moving to leave a trail of faint kisses against the column of your throat.
“How did you even know I was awake…”
He doesn’t answer, laughing against your skin instead, pulling you closer to his body as his fingers thrum against your stomach rhythmically…
There’s no way.
“Caesar… Were you using Hamon in your sleep?”
“No… I would never…”
You laugh in disbelief as you turn your head to look at him, only for him to already be watching you with a lazy grin on his face, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before glancing back up with a light blush.
“You’re insane, Caesar.”
“You’re beautiful.”
He’s always so much flirtier in the morning when he wakes next to you, hands gentle as he traces light patterns on your skin with a sweet smile.
“Will you shower with me, amore?”
“Will you keep your hands to yourself this time?”
“Of course I will.”
He doesn’t.
He never does…
But the sweet look on his face when he pulls you closer to him under the cascading water makes you not mind so much, your hands nudging him back so you can try to grab the body wash.
“Love… I can’t get my stuff if you just pull me back in.”
“That’s unfortunate, you’ll just have to stay here with me forever then.”
His eyes are relaxed as he looks down at you, fingers brushing your ribs as he leans to kiss you lazily, a content hum in his throat when you lean into him more.
Maybe staying like this for a little while longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
When you do eventually make him pull away from you so you can wash your hair he pouts immediately, a small huff on his lips as he turns and lets you run your fingers though his hair, a complaint on his lips as your nails rake against his scalp.
“You wound me, amore… You won’t even let me look at you, what am I…”
It’s immediately cut off with a low whine when you pull his hair, a blush resting on his cheeks as he stops talking in embarrassment and lets you keep massaging the shampoo into his hair before kissing his shoulder and rinsing it out fully.
“You can look back at me now, you’re so dramatic, my love.”
He’s pouting slightly still when he looks back at you, not lasting long when a giddy smile pulls at his lips again just from seeing you.
A kiss pressed to your cheek as he turns the water off and helps you out with gentle hands before pulling you close to him again with a laugh when you try to pull away and reach for the towel before you get cold.
“Love… Do you really want Joseph to come looking for you?”
“Amore, if he even dares to come in here…”
He sighs anyways and lets you pull away, you both know what Joseph is like. His eyes watch you intently as you wrap the towel comfortably around you before you hand him one with a sweet smile and pulling him out of the room.
But him complying never lasts very long.
“Love… Please sit so I can dry your hair…”
“But you’re so warm, vita mia.”
His arms are wrapped around you as you stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, his chest resting against your back as he leans his head into your throat. Your fingers gently pull his hands from against your stomach so you can get him to sit down for you.
But you should have moved quicker when he finally sits, a huff falling from him as you push him into the seat carefully.
The grin on his face widening as he drags you down onto his lap with a little laugh when you glare playfully down at him, you can’t help the twitch of your lips as you sigh and relax against him.
“Will you help me today, tesoro?”
“You ask me that every day…”
“Would you like me to stop?”
He leans in softly to press his lips to yours with a gentle hum, leaning away as he pulls you closer and reaches over onto the dresser to grab his eyeliner.
“Don’t you dare… I like doing your makeup.”
He watches you settle against him lazily as you take the pencil from him, holding his face in your hand so he doesn’t move while you put it on.
But you know better.
He leans in immediately to kiss you the second you move closer before you pull away slightly with a knowing glare, a soft sigh on your lips when you kiss him quickly anyway, just once. Not that he doesn’t try to keep you pressed against him with a pitiful whine when you don’t let him kiss you again.
“Stop moving. Let me do these first…”
“I’ll try my best. You’re just too tempting, amore.”
You exhale lightly as you focus, making sure that his little triangles are straight as you lean back to check them with each other before fixing the one on the right with a faint hum.
“Okay… All done.”
“No, don’t move yet…”
“Caesar, we have training soon.”
He doesn’t let you move anyway with a groan in protest when you try to, leaning in to kiss you softly even though he knows your lipstick will transfer again.
When he pulls back you can see the light smirk on his now stained lips, waiting patiently with a sad look on his face. Rolling your eyes as you cup his jaw in your fingers and lean up slightly to kiss his forehead before pulling away, making him grin.
“You’re so dramatic.”
Polnareff -
You can’t help the grin pulling at your lips as you watch Polnareff brush his hair after his shower, pout evident on his face while he tries to detangle it before catching your eyes in the mirror.
“Mon amour… Are you laughing at me?!”
“No no no no! I wasn’t, I swear Jean!”
You giggle out little pleas as you try to get off the bed before he can catch you, standing quickly as he grabs your waist before you can bolt away from him. A dramatic gasp on his lips when he holds you still in front of him while he looks down at you.
“You were going to run from me!”
“You always tickle me…”
“I would never!”
His fingers are already against your ribs before he can even finish his sentence, watching you writhe trying to get out of his strong grip with desperate begs falling from you in between your giggling.
You’re at least thankful he never keeps it up for very long when he pulls you into his chest with a deep sigh, water from his hair dripping onto you.
“Pol… It’s cold.”
“You should have thought about that before you laughed at me…”
“You just looked so cute.”
A hum in his throat as he pulls away to look down at you accusingly before leaning to press his lips to yours when he decided you were telling the truth.
When he pulls away slightly you’re both grinning, the gentle glow of the sunrise licking at your now wet skin, he is not good at drying his hair.
At all…
“Come on, let me do it for you.”
Your fingers ghost across his as you take his hand and pull him back over to his dresser, making him sit with a sweet smile when he looks up at you like you’re a deity.
“I love you…”
“For doing your hair for you?”
“No! Well I suppose yes that too… But no!”
“I love you too Pol.”
His sigh is almost a huff as he relaxes back into the too small wooden seat, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you onto his lap making the chair creak loudly under both of you. This was not made for two people…
“You should have joined me in the shower this morning… But no… Instead you abandoned me in bed and went to shower by yourself.”
You knew it was a terrible idea…
“Jean, you wouldn’t get up and I felt gross.”
“What am I supposed to do when the person I love doesn’t even love me back… There is nothing that could fix my broken heart… Maybe a kiss could tempt me to forgive you.”
“You’re so dramatic in the morning.”
“How dare you! I’m dramatic all the time!”
You laugh as you lean and kiss him softly, grabbing the brush from the dresser as he groans pathetically into your mouth before you pull away.
“Forgive me yet?”
“Another… Please…”
His eyes are wide and pleading as he tries to pull you back down to kiss him again, almost a whine from him when you stop just before pressing your lips to his.
“We have to meet up with the group soon, Jean.”
“Just one more?”
You can never say no to him like this, sweet begs for you to kiss him just once more… It’s never just one, but you do it all the same.
His arm wraps around your waist as you press your lips back to his, his other hand immediately keeping your head still so you can't pull away from him for a few seconds as you laugh softly into his mouth.
When he finally lets you go he looks ecstatic, a sweet grin on his face as you finally get to run the brush through his hair.
He hates using a hair dryer, says it “burns his precious hair.” But you’re always careful, relaxing into him as you turn it on the coolest setting, brush keeping it nice and straight as you hum lightly until it's fully smooth and dry between your fingers.
“Can I style it for you, my love?”
“I’d let you do anything you wanted to me…”
“Jean…”
Your amused giggle makes him grin more, fingers entwining into yours as you lean to grab the hair gel he uses, running your fingers through his hair with some on as you try to style it with one hand. Try.
“Can I move my hand without you getting pouty my love?”
“No…”
You wiggle your hand out of his anyway to do his hair, watching as he looks away from you dramatically, chin raised in defiance even when you can see him glance at you every few seconds.
His pout slips from him when you claw your nails lightly against his scalp before styling his hair fully and leaning closer to wait for him to turn and kiss you.
“You don’t love me, Jean?”
“You let go of my hand.”
You curl your hands back into his when he finally looks back at you with sad eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.
“I promise I’ll never let go again.”
Kakyoin -
The soft knock on your hotel door wakes you with a panicked jump, not expecting to be woken so early in the morning, the sun not peeking over the horizon yet as you sit up with a shuddering huff.
The floor is cold as you step onto it with bare feet, quickly padding to the door and opening it with a small yawn into the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry… Did I wake you?”
“Hey Nori, what time is it even?”
He looks guilty as he takes in how exhausted you look, debating just going back to his shared room and leave you to sleep more. Even after he woke you up.
“Uh around 5…”
“Can’t sleep?”
Your voice is still laced with exhaustion as you try to focus on him more, he looks just as tired as you but you can tell there’s something else wrong.
“I had another nightmare. I didn’t even think before coming here. I just… I had to see you.”
“Come in, Nori.”
He hesitates in the doorway when you move, guilt still curling into him for disturbing you over something so stupid, quickly slipping in when you tilt your head and motion him to enter.
Your hand entwining with his as he passes, closing the door with a soft click and pulling him over to the small bed so can get in beside you.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He immediately shakes his head as if he can’t stomach the thought of even remembering it, sitting down on the edge of the bed when you lay down with an understanding hum.
His hand raises to rub lightly at his tired eyes as you poke his arm to get his attention, patting the spot by your side when he looks down at you.
There’s a sweet smile on his lips when he lays down and curls into the covers facing you, a sigh into your skin as he relaxes and wraps his arm around you.
“Thank you for this… I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Nori. It’s okay, I want you to come find me when you need me okay? Awake or not.”
His content hum tickles your throat as he nuzzles further into you, another thanks whispered into your skin as sleep claws at him, unable to stay awake when he’s so comfortable in your presence.
Your fingers are gentle in his hair as you ease him lightly into sleep, tiredness pulling at you but wanting to make sure he’s okay before you let it take you again.
You groan when you wake to hear the incessant knock as Polnareff shouts through the door with an audible grin.
“Wake up you two! Breakfast is in two hours and I’m hungry so hurry up!”
“Why does he think if we get up faster that we get food quicker?”
Kakyoin’s voice is a soft tired whisper into your throat as he wakes with you, an amused laugh on your lips as he complains lightly and pulls you closer into him.
“And he acts like he doesn't always take the longest to get ready anyway.”
His hum in agreement is almost sassy when he leans back to look at you, eyes lidded as he watches you with a grin pulling at his lips.
“Don’t look at me like that… I know I look…”
“Perfect,”
Your cheeks flush under his admiring gaze as you try to cover your face, only for him to grab your wrist with a soft kiss to your hand and a laugh when you get more flustered.
“Can you help me with my hair? I don’t want to go back to my room yet…”
“We have to get up for that.”
“Good point.”
You lean in softly to kiss his cheek as you sigh and get up anyway, his hand slipping from your back as you stand and stretch with a little groan.
He watches you the entire time with a fond look, gentle smile on his lips as he debates getting up or just admiring you for longer, your eyes widening slightly as you turn and see him staring so intently.
“If you don’t get up, Polnareff will kill us both.”
“Also a good point.”
He looks so sleepy when he sits on the comfortable chair by the dresser, eyes tired as they follow you while you find your hair spray, snapping from his daze when you come to stand in front of him.
And he definitely looks like he’s up to something…
His mischievous smirk widening when you try to step away before he grabs you... Too slow.
His hand wrapping tenderly around your wrist as he pulls you on his lap with a chuckle when your eyes widen in shock.
“Nori! You could have just asked.”
“Sorry…”
He looks sheepish when he looks away from you, a soft twitch of his lips when you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth lightly before pulling away and grabbing the brush, running it through his hair carefully with a hum at how soft it is even after he’s been sleeping.
“You’re so pretty.”
His face flushes at your praise, feeling you split his hair into sections as you style it for him with a laugh when he can’t meet your eyes.
“You… I’m not…”
“Hmm. Yes you are.”
Your fingers move from his hair to his jaw as you make him look back at you with a sweet smile on your lips, watching his blush deepen with a complaining groan as you make him more embarrassed.
“The prettiest. I mean it Nori. You’re so perfect.”
His hand immediately moves from your waist to cover your eyes so you can’t see him, an amused giggle pulled from you at his dramatic fluster.
“Stop it…”
“I can’t do your hair if you blind me.”
“Stop saying I'm pretty…”
“Is cute better, my love?”
Jotaro -
“You’re staring.”
“Am I not allowed to admire my boyfriend?”
“No.”
It took you a long time to even tell if it was annoyance or embarrassment that makes his tone so gruff and snappy.
But like this it’s easier to tell, his hat on the dresser as he lays in bed with his head resting on his hand as you get ready for the day after your shower, his eyes following your every movement as you dry your hair.
His blush is faint but painfully obvious in the soft sunlight as it illuminates the room, it’s not as early as you’d like it to be but at least you don’t have to leave just yet.
Your gaze staying on his face in the mirror as he admires you, the tired look on his face replacing the usual annoyance that he wears.
“Did you know there’s a shark that can live to over 500 years old?”
“Really? Will you tell me more?”
“It’s slow as shit. But it’s also poisonous so it doesn’t have any predators.”
He’s much more talkative in the mornings, little facts slipping from him about things he’s been reading about whenever he gets time to. It’s usually sea life… Not that you mind.
“Wait how slow?”
“You getting ready is faster.”
“I am not that slow! You’re not even out of bed anyway.”
“Because you’re so slow. I could shower and you still won’t be done.”
The soft teasing is almost loving with the way he’s still staring at you with adoration in his eyes, watching you pout as you turn back to the mirror and continue drying your hair as he drags himself out of bed and to your side.
“I’m just kidding, take your time. I’m going to shower and if you’re done by the time I get out, I'll be pissed.”
He leans down to press his lips against your temple with a gentle threat before he rubs your shoulder and steps away to head to the bathroom.
“Ohh... I’m so scared…”
He can't bite back the grin as he moves from you, an annoyed mutter that you already know is “good grief.” even if you don’t hear it as the door clicks shut behind him and the sound of the water fills the small hotel room.
Damn.
Maybe you are slow…
You still aren’t done when he steps out of the bathroom, slipping his shirt over his head with a huff when it sits too tight against his skin.
“Good.”
“That shark actually might be faster than me… I can’t get my make up right.”
“You look fine.”
You exhale softly as you meet his eyes in the mirror, he might not be good with words but his eyes tell you everything he refuses to say.
He debates for a second to just get his hat and not bother to fix how fucked up his hair looks before sighing and stepping up behind you as if you can read his mind for what he wants you to do.
“You know you’re a little ominous just standing behind me and glaring at me Jo…”
He still doesn’t answer you as his fingers curl lightly into your hair, enjoying the feeling of how soft it is without messing it up and leaning to kiss your temple again.
“Will you do my hair? …Please.”
The please is absolutely an afterthought when he hesitates, almost shy as he asks you for help even though you’ve been dating long enough you’d think he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.
But you sure as hell are not passing up the chance when he asks you so nicely. For him anyway, standing immediately and getting him to sit in the comfortable chair.
“How did you manage to get it tangled without even brushing it?”
“Just fix it.”
“Of course I’ll fix it for you, thank you for asking so sweetly. My loving boyfriend.”
“Please... Fix it.”
You hum softly as you grab the hairdryer from the dresser and hesitate for a second, a little grin pulling at your lips as you climb on his lap and settle comfortably against him, even as he glares down at you.
“Good grief.”
“Would you like me to move?”
He doesn’t answer you but his hands immediately hold you in place, fingers gentle against your sides as his thumbs rub faint shapes into your skin. His eyes look down at his lap before looking to the side away from the mirror as his cheeks flame under your soft teasing.
“Aww my love. You’re blushing.”
“No I'm not.”
You can’t help but tease more as you turn his head to force him to look into the mirror, his blush deepening when you coo in his ear lightly.
“Still not blushing?”
“I will push you off.”
You don’t goad him further as you let go of his jaw and kiss his forehead with a light hum before flicking on the hair dryer and running your hands through his hair as you dry it.
He looks so relaxed like this, deep breathing as his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feel of your fingers against his scalp.
“You’re so cute…”
He opens his eyes to lazily glare at you but he can’t even look intimidating as your nails run against his skin, eyes shutting again with a low hum in his throat as you turn off the small drier and put it back on top of the wood.
“Can I style it for you as well?”
“I suppose…”
“I’m going to bite you, Jotaro.”
“I’ll bite you harder.”
That shark is real btw, they're called Greenland sharks. They're almost fully blind and move less than 1mph and have a lifespan of 270-520 ish.
Josuke -
You should have known.
“No… Babe, don’t leave! You’re so warm… I’ll freeze!”
His voice is desperate in your ear before his arm pulls you even closer to his chest, begging pleas into your hair making it almost impossible to bite back your laugh.
He’s so dramatic in the morning… But if you laugh you know it’ll only be worse.
“Josuke… I need to shower, it’s too hot.”
“But I thought you loved me…”
A gentle sigh falls from your lips at how devastated he sounds, for a second you think he’s being serious until he giggles but you still stop trying to wiggle out of his grasp anyway, he isn’t subtle, you can feel the smile on his face when he moves to press his head back into your shoulder.
“Don’t you have plans today Jo?”
“They can wait, they’ll understand… This is important.”
“No… This is kidnapping.”
The heat is uncomfortable against your skin already when you feel his warm breath against the back of your neck, he’s such an asshole but you can’t help but find it incredibly endearing that he wants to be around you so much.
Even if it’s at the cost of both of your comfort.
“Josuke, 5 minutes. I mean it, how are you so warm?”
“I guess I'm just too hot for you…”
“Are you saying I’m not hot…?”
He can feel his smile fall immediately as he pulls away from you, staring at the back of your head as you try to stay quiet.
His fingers immediately poke your sides to get you to look at him as you bite your lip not to laugh, your body trembling slightly as you silently giggle.
“Babe? Wait... Are you crying? No no no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean you weren’t hot… You’re so hot, please! You believe me, right?”
He practically climbs over you as he falls off the bed with a loud thud that makes you cackle, unable to stop the laughter as you look at his panicked face staring up at you from the floor, breathy giggles shaking your body as your eyes fill with tears.
“Jo… I wasn’t crying… I’m sorry… How did you fall out of bed?!”
“You tricked me…”
“You tricked yourself, Josuke.”
Well… At least he was out of bed, but the look on his face doesn't exactly make you feel safe as he rises to his feet with a mischievous grin.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing! Can’t I admire you?”
“Not when you look like you’re going to kill me…” His hand flies to his chest in mock hurt as he leans down and kisses your head with a laugh.
“Go shower so we can go meet up with Okuyasu.”
“This is still kidnapping, I wasn’t even invited…”
He holds his hand out to help you out of bed like it’s a carriage and he’s your servant, bowing slightly when you take it and slip out of the warm covers to step past him.
“We’re a package deal Y/N, they know this by now!”
He does have a good point, you usually are with him all of the time even if you aren’t invited, it’s a good thing his friends like you so much… Maybe even more than they like Josuke.
The second you step into the shower and turn your music on you can hear him singing. Loudly.
Terribly...
To Shania Twain.
“Babe! Can I open the door? I want to listen too!”
He doesn’t even let you answer as the door clicks open with a loud gremlin like giggle as he returns back to do his hair, continuing to sing at the top of his lungs.
You’re glad his mom isn’t home this morning with how… Extravagant, it is.
You can already tell he’s dancing in the room even though you can’t see him, cool water instantly making you feel better from the hot early morning sunlight.
“And all that extra hold gel in your hair outta lock it! Wait…”
You laugh immediately as he pauses, hand hesitating before he touches the gel on his dresser as he realises the words he’s singing.
“‘Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.”
You finish the rest before you grab your towel and wrap it around yourself as you close the door slightly, placing the cd player by the opening for him as you get dry and dressed, it's almost concerning how quiet Josuke suddenly is.
You step into the room while you keep humming lightly before freezing, eyebrows furrowing as you stare down at your boyfriend.
“Jo… Are you okay?”
It’s almost a laugh as he lays on his back on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling with wide horrified eyes as they meet yours with a scared whisper, his long hair fanning around him on the plush rug.
“...You’re impressed by me right?”
“Of course I am…?”
“More than Brad Pitt?”
You choke on your laugh as you drop to your knees beside him, fingers playing with his still un-styled hair as stares up at you with sad eyes.
“More than Brad Pitt. He doesn’t impress me much...”
“Ok… Ok. Cool, so I still have a chance right? Even if I don't have a car? Or that I'm not a rocket scientist?”
“Josuke, we’re dating…”
“Oh...”
You can’t help the small giggle as you nudge him to get up while you turn the chair for him to sit in, eyes soft as he leans to kiss your cheek with a blush when he gets up with an audible groan.
“Did you really forget you’re my boyfriend?”
“I guess that I got caught up about Brad Pitt… Can you maybe do my hair? You know... Make me feel better... About Brad...”
“...Are you sure?”
You choose to ignore how hung up he is over Brad Pitt as if he isn't in his mid 30's...
His fingers push the tub of gel into your hand with a grin, nodding when you hesitate before you pick it up and he settles back into the chair with a giddy look on his face.
He doesn’t realise how close you have to be to do his hair, immediately looking away when you lean towards him slightly, fingers curling into his hair as you section it before kissing his forehead.
“What was that for?”
“You just look so cute, it’s that or I bite you…”
His cheeks flame as he questions you with a little ‘Oh’ on his lips before looking away again when your fingers claw lightly at his scalp, making sure it's all in place before you even look at the hair spray.
You have a soft pout on your face when he glances back up at you, your eyes staring at his hair like you’ve destroyed it beyond repair.
“How bad is it, doc?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad it’s just not… Good?”
Your fingers catch his jaw before he can turn to the mirror, a small terrified look on your face as you kiss his cheek again.
“Don’t hate me… I tried.”
When you let go he can’t help the giggling that falls from him, staring at his hair in his reflection with a grin on his face as he looks back at you with adoration.
“It's still better than Brad Pitt... It's not like he's Elvis or something.”
Kira -
Your fingers are gentle while you run them through Kira’s hair, admiring him as he sleeps peacefully by your side, sunlight shining through the fabric of the curtains.
You’re glad he gets to go into work later than he usually does today, a smile pulling at your face as you snuggle further into him with a content hum.
His strong arm curled around your waist comfortably as you press your face back into his throat, fighting the urge to bite him because of how cute he looks sleeping. Almost fight back the urge.
The second your teeth graze his skin faintly, he laughs making you jump in shock, eyes wide as you pull away as his eyes flutter open with a lazy smile on his lips.
“Relax, darling. You didn’t wake me, I was just enjoying the moment. Before you bit me.”
“Sorry… You just looked so cute.”
An amused hum in his throat as he pulls you closer with a light sigh, head resting on top of yours as you relax fully into him.
“Bathe with me this morning?”
“That means getting up Yoshi…”
He coos playfully in your ear when you pout against his neck, soft fingers running against your spine as he traces shapes against your skin.
“I know, darling. But I have to head to work in a few hours.”
“Okay… I’ll go run the bath, would you like some tea?”
You feel him tense his muscles slightly in a stretch as he moves away from you to lean and kiss your temple, a hum in his throat when he fully pulls away.
“I’ll make it, use some of those bath salts you like, hmm?”
You don’t often get him as loving as you do in the mornings, usually not a fan of so much affection, but waking up in your arms every morning makes him enjoy it just a little more each time.
The water is warm under your fingers as you check the temperature when he comes in behind you, leaning to kiss your cheek before placing your tea on the side of the bath.
“Sleep well?”
Your hum is soft when he wraps his arm back around your waist, relaxing against you as the bath fills, his head resting on your shoulder with a tired smile.
He never thought himself to be someone who could ever fall in love, he never cared to try. Nor to want to have a partner, but you slid into his life chaotically. Unpredictable.
And he wouldn’t change that for the world.
“I did thank you, my love. Did you?”
“I always do by your side, Y/N.”
His fingers are gentle against your skin as he helps you into the bath, a relaxed sigh in your ear when he settles behind you, it’s always slightly cramped but not uncomfortably. Just close.
You know he struggles with affection after so long believing it isn’t something he ever wanted or needed, but you can see how much he’s trying when he holds you against him as he runs his fingers against your stomach.
“There’s a cute little restaurant that just opened nearby, can we go when you’re done with work?”
“Of course, darling.”
You can hear the tiredness in his voice as he rests his head against your shoulder with a light hum, relaxing against you as you lean into him. It’s disgustingly domestic when he’s like this, having him so content compared to the composed businessman everyone else gets to see.
Most of the time...
The sound of his phone ringing snaps you both out of your relaxation violently, a sigh on his lips as he reaches to grab it with an apologetic glance at you when he sees the caller ID.
“Yoshikage speaking… Yes… No, I’m supposed to be… Right. Understaffed… Of course, I’ll be there soon.... Goodbye.”
The second the call ends he huffs, letting his head fall back to your shoulder with a muffled apology into your skin as your fingers curl into his hair and massage his scalp lightly.
“It’s okay, my love… It isn’t your fault. Drink your tea, I'll make you breakfast okay?”
“Thank you… I love you.”
His fingers trace lightly against your leg as you stand and step out of the bath, leaning to kiss him quickly before grabbing your towel and heading back to your room to get dressed.
Humming a song softly as you slip into your dressing gown and head downstairs to make him something to eat before he leaves, settling for some pancakes and eggs.
You don’t even notice him come into the kitchen, soft steps muffled on the cold tile as he accidentally sneaks up on you, a tiny smirk on his lips as he slips his arms around you quickly once you move away from the stove so you don't hurt yourself.
“Surprise.”
“Kira! How are you so quiet?!”
A gentle rare laugh on his lips as you jump hard in his arms, his head resting back against you as he looks down at the hob in front of you.
“Sorry, darling… I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’ll forgive you… If you let me tie your tie for you.”
“I was going to let you anyway.”
His fingers squeeze your waist slightly before he pulls away to let you turn, a sweet grin on your lips that makes his breathing hitch in his throat.
The tie is soft in your hands as you take it from him, slipping it around his shoulders as you lean up to kiss him lightly and making him sigh as he pulls you closer.
His eyes are tender when you pull away with a kind smile, fingers straightening the fabric before you tie it for him carefully, tightening it as you fix the collar over it.
“Thank you, darling.”
You hum lightly as you lean up and press your lips to his cheek before blushing and rubbing off the lipstick mark you leave behind with a pout.
“Always, my love.”
Fugo -
“Did you know that sea pickles can grow up to 60 feet long?”
Fugo’s voice is laced with sleep as he reads next to you, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his relaxed heartbeat and soft breathing.
He sounds excited even though he’s barely awake, reading the new book you just bought him for his birthday, it isn’t even about sea life, just animal biology in general. You sound exhausted when you whisper back a horrified question, not bothering to move from your spot half on top of him.
“Fugo… My love. What the fuck is a sea pickle?”
“I actually have no idea…”
You hear the page turn as he reads quickly, trying to find the answer to your question as you hum and curl your fingers more into his shirt as you close your eyes again.
The vibrations of his voice tickling your skin as he starts reading aloud the part about pickles, sounding both confused and interested all at once.
“Wait… So they aren’t even pickles?”
“They aren’t even pickles…”
Your disappointment is immediate as you huff out a faint grumble about pickles and hide your face into his shirt.
“Why are they even called pickles then, no pickle I've ever seen is 60 feet long…”
You can hear the grin on his face without even looking up, his fingers running through your hair as if trying to console you. About pickles.
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
“Fugo, have you seen a 60 foot long pickle?”
“Who hasn’t.”
You can’t help the soft laugh against him as he turns the page, a little amused exhale from him as you groan against his chest.
“Are they at least green?”
“Do you want me to lie to you?”
“No…”
It’s barely a word as you groan dramatically into him before moving your head to look up at him, he looks so relaxed as he lays on your bed, book still in his hand as his tired eyes meet yours.
“They aren’t green, and it’s an animal. Well, animals.”
“What?”
“Animals, look…”
He angles the book so you can see what it looks like, a breathy chuckle falling from him when your face flickers into disgust, staring down at the slimy tube full of microscopic animals.
“That is not a pickle?”
“Are you asking me if it isn’t a pickle?”
Your playful glare gets another tired laugh out of him as he pulls you back down to lay next to him, reading out loud again when you settle back into him.
“Stupid sea pickles.”
“You don’t want me to talk about sea cucumbers then?”
You blink in surprise when he wiggles out from next to you and stands, placing the book onto the bed with a faint smile on his lips. He looks so sweet like this, no stress or responsibility, just getting to enjoy a lazy morning together.
“I’m going to shower, let’s go out today? The weather is nice…”
There’s a soft pink blush on his cheeks when he asks you, like he’s flustered about the thought of going on a cute date with you.
He is, you already know he is.
“Can we go to the bakery? I’ll get you some cake!”
“That’s a bribe, and it’s against the law… I might have to turn you over to the authorities for that.”
“What if I offer you a kiss? To overlook my crimes…”
He leans over the bed with a playful grin, lips barely brushing yours with his hand cupping your jaw to keep you from moving as he watches you.
“You’re going to jail for attempting to bribe me again.”
“That’s not how…”
He closes the distance before you can finish, a soft squeak leaving you when your lips meet, it’s sweet as he traces his thumb against your cheek before pulling away, blushing a deep red as he looks away.
“You’re so cute, Fugo.”
“I’m going to shower… Then I’ll take you to the bakery.”
You grin at his retreating figure as he slips into the bathroom with a small flustered laugh, closing the door behind him before you flop down on the bed, your smile not leaving as you lay there in a daze.
He’s so sweet to you, especially when no one else is around, his warm playfulness leaving you giddy every time.
You turn to the window as soon as you hear the water shut off, a tiny smile pulling at your lips at the excitement of him coming back. God you’re so in love it almost hurts…
“You just waited here?”
He seems a little shocked to see you sitting staring out over the city, suddenly self conscious even though you aren’t looking at him, fingers securing the towel around his waist in a light panic.
“I can leave if you want me to, I won’t peek. I promise.”
“I know you won’t… You can stay...”
His voice is still a little nervous even though he trusts you, it isn’t the first time he’s changed in front of you but it still makes him embarrassed each time. You never look, but his cheeks flame nonetheless.
“Can I tie your tie for you?”
“Do you even know how?”
He regrets not changing the wording immediately when he can practically feel your pout before you even say anything, the teasing words already on your lips before he cuts you off.
“I didn’t mean it like that… You aren’t stupid, I just meant…”
“I wasn’t going to say I was… Oh my god. Do you think I’m stupid, Fugo?”
“I just…”
You hear the deep breath as he stops getting ready, annoyance curling into him before he relaxes again, he knows you’re just teasing him.
A careful grounding breath out before he speaks again.
“I just meant, do you know how to? If not I can teach you. If you’d like…”
“Sorry Fugo, you’re too cute not to tease. Will you teach me?”
He doesn’t tell you to turn around like usual, just steps in front of you with a soft blush on his face as he hands you his tie, nervously swallowing when you stand and step towards him.
“Tell me?”
You slip the fabric around the back of his neck as he refuses to meet your eyes, blush deepening when your fingers brush against his collarbone.
“Okay… This bit here, pull it over the top and then back underneath.”
“Like this?”
“Y/N. Stop it…”
You drop the soft whisper as you laugh at his embarrassment, watching him take a deep breath to try to calm his rapid heartbeat.
“Back over the top. Yeah, just like that… Don’t say it. I know, I heard it…”
“What next, Fugo?”
It’s a gentle question as you try not to laugh when he stares down at your hands before glancing up into your eyes and looking away immediately in surprise, not expecting you to already be watching him.
“Take this bit and pull it through here, and then back down through this part…. Perfect!”
You lean forward to kiss his burning cheek while he looks out of the window and refuses to meet your loving gaze, pulling the tie up to rest more against his skin before leaning back to inspect it.
“That wasn’t too hard… I forgot it all though.”
“That’s okay… I’ll teach you again tomorrow.”
Bruno -
He always wakes before you, tender fingers curling against the material of your shirt as he snuggles closer to you in the early morning sun, he doesn’t mind as much anymore that his body wakes him so early in the day, getting to rest by your side until you wake with him.
Your breathing is soft and rhythmic against his throat as you sleep peacefully, a faint huff on his lips when he realises he has another mission today and can’t even stay by your side.
Careful hands resting against your back as he holds you, thumbs rubbing lightly into your warm skin under the sunlight.
“I love you, I know I tell you everyday but I hope you never forget it…”
It’s barely audible in your ear as he kisses your temple, soft adoration whispered into your skin as if your soul will remember every word he speaks to you in the morning before you wake.
“Do you always tell me you love me when I'm sleeping?”
“I do… Did I wake you?”
His voice is apologetic without even needing to pull back and look at him, brows furrowing as he leans into you with a faint hum in his throat when your fingers curl into his hair.
“You didn’t, I promise.”
“Would you tell me if I did?”
Your laugh into his skin tells him the answer before you ever open your mouth, but you can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses another soft kiss to your temple.
His hands keep you close to him for a few more seconds as he leans back and looks down at you with a lazy grin, eyes lidded as he wakes up slowly.
“When do you have to leave today?”
“10AM… But you know how long it takes Mista to get ready, I can stay for a little longer with you… If you’ll have me?”
“If I ever say no to that. It isn’t me.”
His laugh is tired and low as he cups your jaw, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he sighs and moves to slip out of the bed, earning a complaint from you as you grab at his side with a huff.
A loving smile on his face as he leans to kiss you properly this time, lips soft against yours as you hum into him before he pulls away with a light brush of his thumb against you.
“Stay here amore, I'll make us something to eat.”
“Bruno. My love… Let me help?”
How could he ever say no with how sweet you’re looking up at him, his hand slipping into yours as he helps you up, eyes adoring as you slip your arms around his waist and hold him close to you.
“You’re so beautiful… Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me, love?”
Your eyes meet his with a faint furrow of your brows, question on your lips as he glances away in embarrassment, hoping that you would just overlook his accidental breathy thanks.
“I… I just meant that I’m thankful that I have you… Truly, amore.”
“You’re so cute when you get shy Bruno… I love you. I’m grateful I have you too…”
The light pink deepens faintly, evident in the golden light from the window as you coo and drag him down to kiss him with a small giggle when he groans against you before you pull him towards the door.
He looks a mess when you both slip into the hallway, oversized pyjamas making him look a lot smaller than he is, eyes tired and hair mussed as he follows beside you with a playful grin on his lips.
He rarely gets to be like this, always so composed and calm as he keeps his team safe in missions. He looks sweet and relaxed.
Perfect.
“You’re staring at me, amore…”
“Sorry… I just love you so much.”
He’s taken aback by your reverent confession as you turn fully when you reach the kitchen, your eyes watching him as he steps into your space to tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your head lightly as he moves to the stove with a tilt of his head.
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this far ahead.”
“Oh! How about I finally teach you how to make French toast?”
“I think I'd like that…”
His eyes are intense as he watches your hands like he could embed what you’re doing into his mind so he won’t forget, his hand resting on your waist when your eyes glance back to him before he looks back up with soft furrowing brows when you place the bread into the pan.
“Got it?”
“I um… Could you show me again?”
You laugh softly at his embarrassment before flipping the one in the pan and showing him again with a sweet smile before nudging the bowl to him when he nods.
Hands taking over what you were doing like he’s done it a thousand times before, it’s almost rude the way he seems so good at everything he does…
Until he drops the bread on the floor, horror on his face as he looks at you ashamed at his mistake, your hand covering your mouth as you hold onto the counter and try to muffle your laughter to not wake anyone up.
“It was a lot slimier than I expected it to be…”
Your laughter becomes silent painful giggles as you press your hand to your stomach, tears falling down your face as you watch him blush and look down at the pile of mush on the floor with a light giggle, soon slipping into full laughter as you try not to look at each other and make it worse.
“What the fuck are you both doing?”
You both jump mid cackling and whip around to see Abbacchio watching with tired eyes, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as he takes in how domestic you look together.
“I dropped it…”
A roll of his eyes as he turns and leaves the room when Bruno laughs out choked words before snorting and laughing harder when you start giggling again.
“You’re both so weird… Clean it up when you’re done.”
You lean on Bruno’s shoulder as you both calm down, his eyes loving as you plate the slightly burnt food and giggling again when you lean to clean up the mush.
“I’m… Sorry I made a mess.”
“Bruno, I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed… That was cute, don’t apologise.”
His fingers entwine in yours as he grabs the plate and pulls you back to the stairs with a tiny amused huff.
He looks almost pouty as he watches you style your hair after eating, eyes following your every move when you stand to grab your makeup off the dresser and hesitating before you sit back down, gaze catching his in the mirror with a smile.
“What's wrong, love?”
“Will you do my hair for me?”
He looks so sweet as he stares at you, blushing gently as you reach your hand out for him to come to you with a faint hum.
“Of course I will, sit for me?”
He stands quickly, almost tripping over his long pyjama pants as he hops off the bed and walks to sit in the chair you just stood from, biting your lip lightly to stop the giggle at his stumble.
You don’t get to say anything as he covers your mouth before he sits down, blush deepening as he kisses your temple with a gentle whisper.
“Don’t laugh…”
“Mmfph.”
“Exactly.”
You playfully glare down at him when he sits, biting his palm gently making a dramatic yelp falling from him as he pulls his hand away in mock pain, a look of horror on his face for a second before he settles back with a little laugh when he pulls you into his lap.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Bruno.”
“Not as much as you, cara…”
The hum in your throat is almost a sigh as you get comfortable and grab the brush on the dresser with a light kiss to the bridge of his nose as you run it through his messy hair.
“Why pill bugs?”
“Pill bugs?”
He looks confused as you fix his fringe with a light hum, eyes flicking down to his with a sweet smile before looking back up and fixing the rest of his hair.
“Yeah, your clips… Wait, are they not pill bugs?”
“No… They’re just… I don’t know what they are actually.”
“Oh…”
His fingers rub your waist slightly as you pout and place the brush down, sitting up on your knees as you start braiding his hair as he holds you steady, he doesn’t need to. But he wants the excuse to touch you anyway.
“Thank you for this, tesoro…”
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it for you.”
“Will you put in my pill bugs in for me then? Hmm?”
You tilt his head up once you finish his braid so you can kiss him lightly before settling back down with a sweet hum.
“Give… You’re being too nice, you could order me to you know? My capo.”
His eyes roll immediately at your playful tone, taking the clips from him as you hold his head still to make sure you get them perfect, leaning back as you inspect them.
“I won’t demand you to do anything, amore.”
“I know, my love…”
“Although I did like you calling me capo… Say it again for me?”
You glance down from his hair to look in his eyes, a small playful smirk on his lips as he rubs your skin softly.
“You have to go soon, behave… My capo.”
Abbacchio -
The soft chatter in the restaurant is a welcome noise to fill the silence as you relax by Abbacchio’s side, barely grazing his leg with your own but enough to comfort the both of you as you sit amongst your team.
You feel the tense in his body as he glares down as the cup in his hand, tea cooling slowly in the ceramic, but that isn’t what he’s annoyed about. You assume anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice is barely audible over the clamour of your teammates as they make loud jokes over the table, glad that there aren't many people here to be disturbed by them this late in the day.
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Are you trying to shatter the cup with telekinesis or?”
His eyes flit to you with the tiniest twitch of the corner of his mouth, an exasperated exhale on his lips as he places the cup back down and turns it to you.
“Your lipstick?”
He doesn’t answer, just glares at the cup harder as if it’ll undo the marks left on the rim, his eyes staying fixed on the side with disdain.
“They all transfer. I’m getting sick of this shit.”
“All of them?”
“Every one I own…”
You hum softly as you inspect the faint lavender left on the cup, a tiny grin pulling at your lips as he huffs at your amusement by it.
“It isn’t funny… It’s like the shittest calling card”
“I think it’s cute, Leone…”
You barely see the small blush on his cheeks as he turns his head, refusing to look at you again as you tease him softly with a sweet smile on your face.
“Let's go get some other ones then, it’s still early enough that the store won’t be closed yet.”
“You want to go shopping for me? Really?”
“I do… If you want to, I know it’s…”
“Shut up. Come on.”
The gentle demand is barely a whisper as he stands, drinking his tea quickly in a few swallows with a huff when the lipstick stains the cup again.
You stand beside him with a stifled laugh at how dramatic he is, a soft smile given to the rest of the team as you slip out of the door, only Bruno noticing as you both leave.
“Are you hungry, Leone?”
He doesn’t answer but you see the roll of his eyes when he slips past you to stand on the side closer to the road as you walk, his hand brushing your back gently for a second before letting it fall again.
“You can just say you’re hungry, Y/N.”
“But I don’t want to eat if you aren’t going to…”
“I can eat.”
He’s never very affectionate when you’re both in public but you can tell how much he cares with the small things he does for you, a tiny quirk of his lips as he watches you spot a particularly fat pigeon with a grin and a glance back at him as you point to it.
He doesn’t look, eyes staring down at you with adoration that he quickly turns into an annoyed sneer when someone gets too close to you.
“Can I do your makeup for you tomorrow then? Since I’m buying you your lipsticks…”
His head snaps back to you from glaring at the man in front, brows furrowing at your teasing words. You don’t even look at him but he can see you trying not to laugh, a playful grin on your lips as you stare forward.
“You aren’t”
“Try and stop me… I gave Bruno your wallet as we left.”
His fingers immediately raise to press against the pocket he always keeps it in, a shocked glare on his face as you meet his eyes with a mischievous cackle.
“You little… You need to stop hanging out with those 3. They’re making you sneaky.”
“I was already sneaky. You just never noticed… “
He barely aware that you’re already standing outside the store with a saccharine smile on your face, your fingers almost reaching out to touch him before dropping again, knowing he doesn’t like being touched in public.
For both of your safety.
He almost looks guilty for a second when your hand falls, covering it quickly when you nudge him slightly to go in the store with you.
“Come on, before they close.”
You don’t mean to get as many as you do, a grin on your face as you place down the bag on your dresser, turning as he sits on the edge of your bed and reaching his hand out for you to come to him.
Fingers brushing yours when you entwine them together, lips gentle against your knuckles as he presses soft kisses to your skin.
“Are you just trying to cover me in your lipstick?”
“Would it be so bad if I was?”
He looks so much more relaxed like this, eyes lidded as his mask slips completely, exhaustion licking at him as he breathes in your perfume.
“Not at all… I’ll miss it when you find one that doesn’t transfer.”
The hum is faint as he smiles against you, letting your hand go so he can shrug off his jacket and get ready to sleep, his gaze tired as he stands and leans down to kiss you.
You know that you’ll smudge his lipstick even more but you can’t seem to care as you pull him closer, a breathy laugh falling from him when he pulls away again.
“Come on. Sleep, I might even let you do my makeup tomorrow.”
The sun flickers across your skin softly, warming the dark covers above you and making you curl closer to Leone, the warmth fully enveloping you in the quiet morning…
Mostly quiet.
You can hear the faint crash as Narancia trips over something downstairs with a loud apology, you try not to laugh but fail as you bury your face into your boyfriend's throat to muffle it.
“You’re lucky I love you. If anyone else woke me up by giggling in my ear…”
Sleep coils into every whispered word as he pulls you closer to his chest, a low laugh vibrating your skin at the little squeak in surprise when he speaks.
“Sorry, Leone… Narancia just fell over and I couldn’t help it.”
“If he broke something I swear… It better not have been my damn teapot.”
“The one I got you?”
A short hum in his throat rather than answering as he breathes out slowly and squeezes your waist before sitting up, fingers still pressed against your skin.
“Get up. Before I regret letting you do this.”
“Wait! Really?”
He slips out of the bed as his hand falls from you, running his fingers through his mussed hair as he grabs the bag from yesterday.
“Test them before we shower. Then I'll let you do it.”
He sits back down on the bed beside you as you get comfortable, taking the bag from his hand with barely contained excitement.
He can already tell he’s going to regret this but he can’t bring himself to care when you look so happy getting settled as you sit right in front of him.
“Okay… Let me... I have nothing to wipe this off.”
Your fingers are gentle as you hold his jaw, realising when you put the lipstick on that you can’t really test if they smudge if you can’t take it off.
Actually maybe you can…
He barely has the chance to see the playful smirk on your face as you lean in and press your lips to his, making him groan softly into your mouth before you pull away.
“What…”
“Hmm, no good… This one smudges. Let's try this one…”
Your thumb rubs the last bit of purple off of his lips as he stares at you in shock. Eyes wide as you pull the next lipstick out and tilt your head at how freaked out he looks.
“Sorry… I should have asked first, I’ll test them properly.”
“Don’t... Please?”
His cheeks flame softly as you press it to his lips, humming when it isn’t the usual shade he wears as you inspect it with narrowed eyes before leaning in and kissing him again before pulling away with a little huff.
“Not this one either, and it’s not the right colour.”
He looks fucked up.
His eyes wide and dilated even in the sunlight as it caresses his face, a pretty smile on his face, purple still staining his lips as you gently kiss him over and over in order to ‘test’ his new makeup.
He can’t even tell if you’re taking it seriously or not but you look ecstatic, his hand coming up to cup your face as you talk mindlessly about only having a few left.
He leans in his time, lips pressed to yours almost in worship as his fingers curl against your skin, gentle.
Reverent.
So loving that it leaves you breathless when he pulls away again.
“Hmm. This one is good.”
“...Yeah. Good.”
You can barely choke the words out as he grins down at you, your eyes wide as you watch him, swallowing at how intense he can be even without meaning to be. A whispered question on your lips as you break eye contact before you blush even harder.
I LOVED your JoJos wedding HCs! Is it possible to do one with the JoBros?
Congrats on 100 followers!
THANK YOU SMMMM (I’m at 150 now or something 🤭)
Also.. lowkey I didn’t know which jobro to pick for some of them so I took a wild guess?? 😭
Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff
Speedwagon
- Speedwagon is absolutely an overorganizer - talking too fast, overplanning everything, and insisting nothing is “too much” if it makes you happy. His loud, emotional nature means everyone around you knows exactly how thrilled he is.
- Underneath the bravado, he is terrified he’s not worthy: an ex‑thug from Ogre Street who somehow ended up with you. Remembering how Jonathan’s kindness changed him, he vows daily not to waste the life and love he’s been given.
- He is extremely protective in the lead‑up: triple‑checking venues, carriages, guest lists, security, because losing people he loves is his greatest fear. You catch him staying up late over paperwork, muttering about wanting everything “safe and perfect” for you.
- The wedding has this mix of old English charm and quiet opulence: a beautiful church or manor with stained glass, warm lamps, and a reception in a grand hall funded (discreetly) by his success as a respectable businessman.
- Because he values loyalty and friendship above all, the guest list is stacked with people he considers family: Joestars, trusted colleagues, and anyone who ever treated him with decency when he was still scraping by.
- The atmosphere is emotional and loud in the best way: there is laughing, crying, people clapping too early, and Speedwagon narrating things under his breath because he can’t stop verbally reacting to every tender moment.
- When you walk down the aisle, he absolutely breaks: hands shaking, trying to stand tall, but his face is an open book. His hot‑blooded, expressive nature means everyone can see he is utterly gone for you.
- His vows are messy but real: he trips over words, repeats himself, maybe swears once then apologizes immediately, but every line circles back to “You saved me” and “I’ll stand by you the way I stood by Jonathan… only more, because you’re my home.”
- If there’s a religious or symbolic component, he leans into it with reverence. Coming from a life of crime and danger, any ritual that symbolizes “new life” or “protection” hits him hard, and you can feel him squeeze your hands like he’s promising the universe itself.
- The reception is generous and welcoming: good food, loud music, and a very open door policy toward anyone you care about. He makes a point of toasting his journey from Ogre Street to this moment, and how your love made all that pain worth something.
- He dances like an overexcited puppy in a suit. He is not graceful, but he is enthusiastic, and he keeps saying “You look incredible” like he needs to remind both you and himself every five minutes. His extroverted, people‑focused side shines as he spins you around and shows you off.
- At some point, he pulls you aside from the noise just to breathe with you in a quiet corridor or balcony. That’s when he gets soft and almost shy again, murmuring that no matter how big the foundation gets or how long he lives, this is the day he’s going to remember on his deathbed.
- After the wedding, he throws himself into being the kind of partner who never lets you doubt his devotion: bringing you tea, calling you “my spouse” with almost boyish glee, and proudly introducing you as the person who “gave an old street rat a future.”
- He still has that instinct to neglect his own needs for others, so in marriage he often overworks himself for your comfort. You’ll probably be the one teaching him that you want him healthy and happy, not just protected and providing.
- To him, the marriage is not just romance - it’s a promise to never leave you alone the way he’s seen others left behind. In Speedwagon’s heart, you become his chosen family, the person he’ll spend the rest of his life loudly, fiercely, openly loving.
Caesar Zeppeli
- Caesar is both excited and terrified. On the surface he’s bragging - “Of course you want to marry me!” - but when he’s alone he worries about living up to that vow and whether he can protect you from the kind of pain he’s known.
- He gets controlling about details without meaning to: pacing around over guest lists, the menu, where you’ll sit, who will stand where, because if the day is perfect, maybe it’ll keep the bad things away. You often have to gently remind him you just want him, not perfection.
- He is fiercely proud that you’re choosing him. It softens his temper; if anyone even hints at disrespecting you or the marriage, his protective streak flares instantly. He’s determined that no one will ever make you feel unwanted or unsafe.
- The wedding has strong Italian energy: warm, lively, crowded with family and “family friends,” with a church or chapel filled with light filtering through high windows, flowers everywhere, and music always in the background.
- He wants it to feel like a celebration of love and life, not something stiff or cold. Expect lots of color, laughter, and people talking over one another, balanced with moments of quiet reverence when you exchange vows.
- There’s a heavy emphasis on family: photos of those who have passed, candles or flowers set in their memory, and a sense that you’re both being witnessed by the living and the dead. Deep down, he wants his father and sister to see that he finally found something good.
- When you walk down the aisle, Caesar is ruined. He tries to keep his composure, but his eyes shine, his jaw clenches, and he keeps having to blink away tears. For someone who’s always been so confident, he suddenly looks almost shy in front of you.
- His vows are emotional and a little dramatic in the best way. He talks about how you changed him, how he doesn’t ever want you to feel alone, how he’ll fight - literally and figuratively - for your future together. His voice cracks when he promises he won’t abandon you.
- There’s probably a symbolic gesture: maybe tying a ribbon around your joined hands, exchanging a small charm, or lighting a candle together. He takes that symbolism dead seriously, squeezing your fingers like he’s swearing on his own life.
- The reception is loud, warm, and full of food. Long tables, shared plates, wine, relatives telling stories about him (some embarrassing), and him hovering near you, always keeping a hand on your back, your waist, or your hand.
- He insists on a proper first dance. He’s better at it than you expect, leading you confidently, smirking when you stumble, then bending close to whisper that you’re perfect. Later, he probably pulls you into slower, more intimate dances away from the crowd.
- At some point, he sneaks you to a quieter spot - a terrace, a garden, a stairwell overlooking the party - just to breathe with you. He presses his forehead to yours and murmurs that he never thought he’d get this, and he’s not going to waste it.
- In married life, Caesar becomes even more protective and attentive. He calls you affectionate pet names constantly and refers to you as his spouse with this proud, slightly smug little smile.
- He is very physically affectionate at home: back hugs while you cook, kisses to your knuckles when you’re reading, pressing his cheek into your palm when he’s tired but doesn’t want to admit it. Touch becomes his daily reassurance that you’re really here.
- For him, the marriage is both a promise and a redemption. He carries the weight of his past, but every morning he wakes up next to you feels like proof that he didn’t end up defined by loss - that he found love, and kept it, and will spend the rest of his life fighting for it.
Noriaki Kakyoin
- Kakyoin treats the decision to marry you as something almost sacred, partly because he spent so much of his life feeling detached from others and not really having friends.
- He is reserved and introverted around big groups, so he plans the wedding to minimize small talk and maximize quiet, meaningful moments with you.
- He takes the idea of marriage very seriously - loyalty and respect mean everything to him, so proposing or accepting your proposal is something he only does once he is absolutely sure he’s “worthy” of being your person.
- He is the type to research legal procedures, venues, and traditions like he is studying for an exam, creating neat lists, schedules, and backup plans so nothing can ruin your day.
- The ceremony is small and serene: a garden, museum courtyard, or quiet shrine-like space where the focus is on you two, not on a huge crowd or loud reception.
- The aesthetic leans soft and slightly artsy, reflecting his love of art and photography - warm lighting, subtle colors, maybe stained glass or carefully chosen floral arrangements that he secretly overanalyzed to match your tastes.
- Kakyoin keeps the guest list tight: the Crusaders and a few people you truly care about, because he values respectful, trustworthy people and hates insincere social circles.
- The vows are simple but precise; he is not overly flowery, but every word is carefully chosen, promising loyalty, honesty, and the courage to keep growing together, just like he learned to do on the Egypt journey.
- On the surface he looks composed and polite, but anyone who knows him can see his hands tremble slightly when he holds yours or when the ring goes on your finger.
- He steals small, private moments between formal parts of the ceremony: brushing a stray hair from your face, quietly asking if you are tired or overwhelmed, and visibly relaxing every time you smile back at him.
- Instead of a wild party, the reception feels more like a cozy gathering with good food, inside jokes, and a chance for real conversation; he is happiest when you’re close by, not when you’re “on display.”
- Later, when it is just the two of you, he admits that marrying you feels like rewriting the lonely script of his childhood - proof that his life is no longer defined by isolation or Dio’s control, but by the quiet, chosen family he built with you.
Okuyasu Nijimura
- He tells literally everyone in Morioh within 24 hours, beaming as he introduces you as his fiancé(e) and asking each person if they think he is “husband material now.”
- Okuyasu keeps panicking about messing things up and constantly wonders what his brother would have told him, but your reassurance that he is doing great makes him visibly soften every time.
- Decision-making is a disaster at first; he wants everything you want but freezes whenever there are choices, so Josuke and Koichi quietly help narrow things down while Okuyasu picks whatever makes you smile hardest.
- The wedding ends up being small and local in Morioh: an outdoor venue near where you first used to hang out, decorated with slightly mismatched flowers and ribbons because he thought “more color = more happiness.”
- He shows up in a suit that still has a bit of that delinquent flair - maybe a bold tie or a subtle symbol that reminds him of Keicho - standing at the front and bouncing on his heels because staying still is impossible for him.
- When you appear, he goes from grinning to full-on tears in seconds, loudly telling you “You look amazing!” before the officiant even gets to say anything, making guests laugh and wipe their own eyes.
- His vows are messy, out-of-order, and totally genuine; he stumbles over words, admits he is “not the smartest guy,” and promises with his whole heart to always protect you, even if he is scared or unsure.
- He mentions his brother once, voice shaking, saying that meeting you is one of those choices he made all by himself and that he is proud of it, which hits everyone right in the chest.
- At least once, he instinctively uses The Hand to “fix” a problem - maybe erasing some space to pull a falling decoration back into place or to quickly move a table - and everyone gasps while he laughs it off sheepishly.
- Josuke has to gently warn him not to accidentally erase part of the aisle or the cake, so Okuyasu keeps fidgeting with his ring instead of his Stand, trying his best to behave.
- The reception is loud, warm, and a little clumsy: Okuyasu eats like it is Tonio’s restaurant and keeps trying to feed you bites between every conversation because sharing food is one of his biggest love languages.
- Your first dance is not graceful at all; he steps on your feet a few times, laughs nervously, then relaxes when you cling closer, turning it into a swaying, clingy hug more than a formal dance.
- He cannot stop staring at your ring and his, lifting your joined hands up to show people as if he still cannot believe you chose him, repeating “We’re really married, huh?” like a happy mantra.
- At the end of the night, he carries you over the threshold with way too much enthusiasm, almost tripping, then holds you close and quietly admits that this is the happiest and safest he has ever felt in his life.
Bruno Bucciarati
- For Bruno, marriage is not impulsive - he treats it as a promise he must live up to every day, the same way he treats his responsibility to his team.
- He will only ask when he is absolutely sure he can protect you and give you a life that aligns with his own sense of justice, making sure you understand the risks of being tied to someone in Passione.
- The ceremony has a very Southern Italian feel: warm light, stone, and the sense of old tradition, likely in a modest but beautiful church or chapel near the sea, because he respects rituals and the symbolism of making a vow in front of something bigger than yourselves.
- He favors a venue that is not ostentatious but solid - a church with worn steps, frescoes, and a view of the coastline, somewhere that feels rooted and timeless in the way he wants your marriage to be.
- The guest list is small and curated; he wants his team, a few trusted associates from Passione, and any family or friends you choose - no one who would disrespect the sanctity of the day or make you feel unsafe.
- He is calm in that Bucciarati way, but it is the same “calm” he wears before a fight - controlled, focused, with his emotions pressed down so he does not cry in front of everyone - he only lets them slip when he sees you walking toward him.
- His suit is immaculate and tailored, with subtle details that echo his usual style: neat lines, polished shoes, maybe a zipper-themed accessory tucked into his tie pin or cufflinks as a quiet nod to Sticky Fingers.
- He is hyper-aware of the logistics, making sure everyone arrives safely, the church is secure, and the exits are known - he wants you to be able to relax because he is the one staying alert.
- Your vows are where he lets himself be vulnerable: he speaks clearly and steadily, promising not just love, but to never let his “path” diverge from yours.
- He emphasizes partnership and trust, telling you that just as he once asked his team to follow him even into rebellion, he now chooses to walk beside you, not ahead, because this is a life you are building together, not a mission.
- When you exchange rings, he lingers just a moment, thumb brushing your fingers like he is memorizing the feel of the metal, and you can see in his eyes that this is a responsibility he will never put down.
- The reception is intimate, full of good food and laughter rather than wild partying - homey Neapolitan dishes, wine, and maybe a terrace overlooking the water so everyone can breathe and talk under the evening sky.
- His team absolutely teases him, but they are also deeply respectful: Mista making jokes during toasts, Narancia getting overexcited on the dance floor, Abbacchio quietly watching with a hint of a smile he tries to hide, Fugo making sure nothing gets out of hand.
- Bruno barely leaves your side - when you dance, he holds you close but not possessively, one hand at your back, the other around your fingers, murmuring quiet reassurances that no matter how dangerous the world gets, this - you - is the one thing he will always protect first.
Ermes Costello
- Ermes does not rush the idea of marriage - she only lets herself even consider it after you’ve stayed through her lowest, angriest moments and seen the rough parts without flinching. Loyalty is everything to her, so she needs to know you won’t run when life gets ugly.
- She frames it in her head almost like a promise between partners in crime and partners in life: someone who has her back in a fight and in the quiet days afterward. Once she’s sure, the decision is solid - no second‑guessing, no half‑measures.
- The ceremony itself is relatively small but intense—friends, found family, people who actually matter, not random distant relatives. There’s an urban, grounded feel: maybe a decorated courtyard, a restaurant rooftop, or a community space instead of a big soft fairy‑tale venue, something that nods to her working‑class, family‑restaurant roots.
- Aesthetic-wise, it’s bold and a little rough around the edges: bright colors, geometric patterns, loud music, and details that reference both your tastes and her tattoos/stand motif - duplicated decorations, mirrored signs, paired photos like subtle “Kiss” symbolism everywhere.
- She dresses up, but it’s her version of formal: something sleeveless, easy to move in, with sharp lines and maybe some streetwear influence, plus jewelry and hair accessories that echo her usual barrettes and tattoos. She refuses anything that makes her feel like she’s cosplaying someone else.
- When you walk in, her bravado almost cracks; she looks like she’s been punched in the chest, eyes wide, lips pressed tight as if she’s physically holding back tears. She tries to play it cool, but her whole face is basically screaming “holy shit, that’s my future standing there.”
- Her vows are straightforward and unpretty, and somehow that makes them hit harder. She talks about how she doesn’t believe in fate or some neat, clean justice anymore, but she believes in you and in choosing you every day. She mentions the ways you’ve grounded her when revenge and anger tried to swallow her whole.
- She promises to always tell you the truth (even when it hurts), to protect you like family, to fight beside you, and to never let you carry your burdens alone. Her voice gets rough and louder when she says, “I’m not going anywhere, got it?” like she’s daring the world to try and take this away from her.
- The reception is loud, warm, and a little messy - good food (she insists on the food being amazing), big laughs, people shouting across tables, music that makes everyone move. It feels more like a family gathering or block party than a stiff formal event.
- She is constantly touching you: arm around your waist, hand in your back pocket, fingers laced with yours when you’re talking to someone else. Every time she catches your eye across the room, she grins like she can’t believe this is real and promptly makes her way back to you.
- There are in‑jokes woven into the day: duplicated favors or gifts, maybe paired keychains or little “double” charms as a nod to Kiss. She likes that the symbolism is subtle but very you‑two.
- At some point, she pulls you aside somewhere quieter - outside the venue, on a staircase, or in a back hallway - to breathe and just be with you away from the noise. She leans her forehead against yours and mutters something gruff like, “You’re stuck with me now. No refunds,” but her hands are shaking slightly from how happy she is.
- In the days after, she keeps staring at both of your rings, fiddling with hers when she thinks you’re not looking, testing the word “spouse” out loud with this mix of pride and disbelief. She introduces you with that title every chance she gets, like she’s staking a joyful claim.
- Married life with Ermes is everyday loyalty turned up: shared routines, shared money, shared fights, shared victories. She may not be traditionally romantic, but she is ride‑or‑die domestic - fixing things around the house, checking in on you constantly, and acting like protecting your peace is now her full‑time job.
Gyro Zeppeli
- Gyro is not the type to talk about “forever” lightly - he has already lived with duty, death sentences, and the weight of one decision changing someone’s entire fate, so the idea of marrying you takes a while to fully settle in his chest.
- The turning point is quiet: maybe after a rough day when you patch him up, or when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the wagon, and he realizes he trusts you the way he once trusted Johnny with his life - except this time it is not about a corpse or a kingdom, it is about building a future.
- He decides in a very Gyro way: “If I’m staking my name and Spin on anything now that the race is over, it’s going to be you,” a little dramatic, a little teasing, but with his eyes dead serious behind the grin.
- The wedding feels like a cross between a traveling show and an old Neapolitan celebration; there are bright colors, food everywhere, music that borders on rowdy, and absolutely everyone knows the groom is a Zeppeli because he will not shut up about it.
- He does not go for stiff nobility - despite his ties to the Kingdom of Naples, Gyro has seen enough rigid formality in execution halls - so the ceremony is outdoors or in a sunlit courtyard, somewhere that feels alive and full of movement, not like a courtroom.
- He mixes tradition and chaos: you have a real officiant and vows, but there are also kids running around, people from every walk of life, and probably at least one animal wandering through the edge of the crowd because no one had the heart to chase it away.
- Gyro absolutely incorporates elements of his executioner outfit - emblems of Naples, the steel balls at his side, maybe a reworked hood or gorget - but cleaned up and made ceremonial instead of grim, as if he is rewriting what that uniform stands for.
- When you arrive, he goes completely still for a second - this hyperactive, loud man just freezes, eyes wide and wet, like his brain cannot compute that this is actually happening to him and not to some luckier person.
- His vows are messy and heartfelt; he starts off joking, talking about how he swore the goddess of victory would leave him if he ever let another woman ride with him, then admits that if she has a problem with you, she can go find another jockey because he is not letting you go.
- He promises to treat your life like he treated Marco’s sentence: something to fight for, to protect, to spin every last bit of skill he has into keeping safe, even if it means defying expectations like he once defied his father.
- At least once during the ceremony he cracks, voice catching when he talks about not wanting you to carry your burdens alone the way he and Johnny had to on that endless desert track.
- The reception is loud and a little unhinged; he absolutely has some ridiculous song prepared that he insists on performing for you with full confidence, daring anyone to laugh at him when he is “serenading the love of his life.”
- Johnny ends up watching from the crowd with that quiet, proud smile, maybe heckling Gyro good-naturedly as he dances with you, and for a moment it feels like the Steel Ball Run days again, except softer and safer.
- Married, Gyro is all-in: protective without being suffocating, quick to make a joke when you are sad, and the first to throw himself between you and any danger, guided by that same moral streak that once made him risk everything for a condemned boy and a broken jockey.
Yasuho Hirose
- Yasuho’s wedding with you ends up being soft, a little awkward, very Morioh, and completely saturated with that earnest, slightly dorky devotion she has when she decides someone is hers. It feels less like a big social event and more like a culmination of all the times she chose to stand beside you when things were confusing or scary.
- Yasuho does not rush the idea of marriage; after everything with her parents and her own loneliness growing up, committing to someone for life is huge and a little terrifying for her. She only really starts considering it once she notices that, with you, that old instinct to spiral or run away has been slowly replaced by “I want to tell them about this” and “I feel safe when they’re here.”
- In the days leading up to the wedding she is a bundle of nerves: checking and re-checking everything, convinced something will go wrong because “that’s just how life is,” but underneath, there is this glowing, stubborn hope she refuses to let go of. She has small flashes of that old insecurity - wondering if she’s enough, if you’ll regret this - but every time you reassure her or take her hand, you can feel her consciously choosing to believe you.
- She is extra clingy without meaning to be. She messages you constantly about little details, sends you photos of flowers and dresses, and uses planning as an excuse to hear your voice and ground herself whenever her anxiety kicks up.
- The ceremony itself is intimate and a bit offbeat, very Morioh-local - maybe a small outdoor space near the coast or a garden near the town where you first really connected, with a few friends, some family, and the kind of décor that looks like Pinterest ideas filtered through Yasuho’s scatterbrained charm. String lights, mismatched but pretty flowers, pastel accents, and tiny personal details from your relationship end up everywhere.
- She puts a lot of thought into symbolism. There might be little photo charms tucked into your bouquet or pinned inside her dress, references to places you’ve been together, or even simple, hand-drawn symbols she doodled in her notes for months - things that quietly say “this is our story.”
- Yasuho goes for something soft and romantic: pastel tones, flowing fabric, hair done in a way that still feels like her (clips, ribbons, maybe small floral pieces woven in). She wants to look beautiful, but also like the same girl who tripped over her own feet running to help someone on the shore.
- She is visibly emotional from the beginning. She laughs too loud when she’s nervous, wipes at her eyes constantly, and keeps glancing at you as if to confirm you are actually there and this is really happening. If you tear up, she basically loses it in the best way - half crying, half giggling as she squeezes your hands.
- Her vows are messy, rambling, and perfect. She jumps from memories to feelings to oddly specific details (“the way you hold your phone when you’re thinking,” “how you never made me feel stupid for being scared”), but the core is clear - you turned her from a lonely, confused girl into someone who believes she deserves love. When she says she wants to keep choosing you, every day, it comes from a place that has seen real hurt.
- If Paisley Park is involved at all, it shows up in sweet, subtle ways - a screen in the background quietly cycling through photos of your shared memories, a phone notification popping up at the perfect emotional beat, little “coincidences” that make the day go suspiciously smoothly. It’s like the universe itself is gently guiding the whole ceremony along.
- Once the formal part is over, she relaxes into pure happiness. The reception feels more like a cozy hangout than a stiff party - music you both love, silly photos, her dragging you into dances even if you are shy, and her clinging to your arm whenever people come up to congratulate you.
- In private, later that night, she goes quiet in that way she does when something hits her deeply. She traces the ring on your finger, confesses that younger her never thought she’d have this, and tells you that no matter what weirdness Morioh throws at you next, she is not going anywhere. You are her home now, and she intends to keep choosing you the way she once chose to dive headfirst into danger - only this time, it is for a future you are building together.
Could I request kissing headcanons for Rohan, Giorno and any other JoJo characters of your choice?
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℘ rohan
although he can be quite particular with his affections, rohan’s very much a sweet kisser. when he kisses you, it’s intentional and almost gentle in a way — studying your expression down to every last detail like he’s committing it all to memory — the slight hitch of your breath, the way your soft lips part and how your eyes flutter closed as he leans in. you’re his favourite muse.
he takes his time with his kisses, slow and deliberate and almost exploratory as though he’s trying to understand you better. he might mutter something about you being ‘greedy’ if you try to deepen the kiss, but you’ll never catch him pulling away — because secretly he was hoping you would so he could explore more of you.
aside from your lips, he loves to kiss your shoulders — especially when he has you on his lap while he draws his newest manga or some rough sketches. the way his lips glide across your skin mimic that of a paintbrush, and it’s comforting for both of you.
℘ giorno
the way that giorno kisses you can be compared to the kind of kisses you read about in romance novels: tender, purposeful, and lingering — as though he’s handling something precious. he doesn’t like to rush into things and prefers taking his time — letting his thumb brush your cheek as he holds you close to him, savouring the way your lips move in tandem. still, he’s a passionate guy and if he notices you melting into his touch, he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss in a way that makes you feel cherished and safe yet makes your stomach flip.
when he’s not kissing your lips, he’s kissing whatever other inch of your skin he can reach — always somewhere intimate like soft kisses to your forehead, your knuckles, or to the palm of your hand — each one a silent promise to you, a declaration of love and protection no matter what.
℘ caesar
caesar prefers his kisses to be fervent and intense right off the bat, because he just can’t get enough of you. he loves feeling your body against his, how your lips just fit together so well, and hearing you sigh into the kiss — especially when you feel his tongue trace your bottom lip, asking for demanding entrance. despite his passion, though, he enjoys teasing you — pulling away for a moment just to watch your flushing face pout, nipping your bottom lip to hear you gasp, or to suddenly soften what was once an intense kiss to feel your lips try to coax him to deepen it again. he knows he should feel bad, but it’s almost cute seeing how worked up you can get from kissing him alone, and he’ll be sure to make it up to you later by taking your breath away once his lips are back on yours.
𝆹𝅥 Ceasar King, Pulchra Fellini, Lighter Lorenz, Hoshimi Miyabi, Asaba Haramusa, Seth Lowell, Jane Doe (ZENLESS ZONE ZERO)
𝆹𝅥 What makes obvious their crush on you
Ceasar King
The way she looks at you just to look away embarrased (over and over again). She can't help it but sometimes daydream about her romantic and cheesy stories, and everytime you are in those imaginary scenarios, smiling as beautifuly as ever at her and she subconciously end up looking at you, hoping that it was true, just to look away all embarrased when she catches herself thinking about those embarrasing things (hopefuly you didn't caught her staring at you)
Pulchra Fellini
The way she constantly lingers close to you. As a mercenary Pulchra grow used to always stay at the side that would bring her more benefits and results, she normally isn't carried away by her feelings and thats why seeing her just linger around you it is quite surprising, you won't notice it unless you pay close attention but once you do it becomes a bit obvious the interest she has for you
Lighter Lorenz
The way he is more expressive around you. Its not that Lighter is specially reserved but he is not exactly extrovert, still whenever he is around you you can notice him being slighly more expressive and is not even that hard to notice, specially by the way his body is almost always turned to your side or even shielding you, and when is only you two he talks a little more because he wants to talk with you more
Hoshimi Miyabi
The way she keep telling you an inviting you to her trainings. She holds all kind of diferent trainings, it isn't really something new and she doesn't has much troubles with talking about them or inviting other to her trainings, but the way she keeps telling you in every chance she has about her trainings and how some of the trainings are even made with the expectatives that you two could do it together (or directly are trainings related to you) it gives her away slowly
Asaba Haramusa
The subtle way he leans on you. Haramusa isn't the most discreet with his feelings because he doesn't pretened to hide them much, is not a secret how much he pretends to be sick to just be lazy and the way he leans over you to give an special dramatic effect it gives him away with his feelings the longer he does it, and not only that but whenever you talk he tents to lean a little closer too, and yet what is the most obvious hint is that he does lean on you when he truly feels sick and weak
Seth Lowell
The way he is always making sure you are alright. Seth is someone really responsible and honorable, he always does his best and works as hard as he can and even if he can push himself to the limits at times he is constantly worrying over you, casually asking you almost everyday how are you doing and if everything is going alright, wanting to make sure you aren't having troubles nor neglecting yourself, more than overprotective he is gently caring and craving to be at your side
Jane Doe
The way she is more sincere with you. She lives from lies, her whole work revolves around having to lie to everyone to get the information she needs, and yet she finds herself being a little more sincere with you, she still keep secrets and act misterious for the sake of her work but Jane is slowly opening and talking about her true self to you, opening her heart little by little
from the start ୨ৎ C. ZEPPELI
꒰ childhood enemies to lovers! ꒱
caesar zeppeli would've never even so much as looked at your direction if your mothers didn't get along. and truthfully, neither would you.
your mothers had been attatched to the hip since middle school, so when both of you were old enough for school, it wasn’t even a discussion. same elementary, same class.
at first, you were excited to get a new friend. his golden hair is what attracted you to him. so at the first day of elementary, you ran to sit down next to him. (you keep cursing your younger self for that to this day).
due to you sitting next to eachother, the teacher paired you up for a group project. the memory of it has stayed engraved in your mind til today. 'present your favourite animal'. a seemingly innocent, fun project to work on with your seven-year-old friend. who knew it would turn into such a bloodbath.
in the begining, everything was normal. you decided to present a tiger, and you excitedly started sketching it. during your sketch, you were reciting some interesting facts about tigers that you had found in that particularly heavy encyclopedia you had forced your mother to buy you for christmas. you even erased and redrew the face three times because it 'didn’t look right,' which should’ve been the first sign you were far more invested in this than necessary.
as soon as you finished your drawing, all giddy and red-cheeked, you raised your head to look at caesar. only to find out that he had been paying zero attention to you this whole time. he was talking to the girl with big blue eyes on the desk behind you, laughing with her and drawing silly hearts on her notebook.
and not only that, but when you got up to present your drawings, he took all the credit for it. and there was nothing in this godforsaken world that you hated more than cheaters.
truth is, caesar never truly understood why you started hating him, but his elementary brain did the math for him and reached to the conclusion that the only reasonable responce was for him to hate you back.
it started innocently, if one could describe it like that. you hid his favourite coloring markers. at first, he didn't seem to mind. but later that day, he 'accidentally' knocked over your chair during class, which turned into you 'accidentally' tripping him the next morning during recess.
there was an incident involving a water bucket, one involving chalk dust, and one particularly memorable afternoon where both of you ended up in the principal’s office, covered in dirt and refusing to explain anything.
then came middle school. your neatly writen notes got replaced by blank pages, his presentation hidden under among a big stack of papers, gum stuck in your hair.
by the end of high school caesar had grown into a very handsome young man and that somehow irritated you even more. but as it seemed, he had no time for banter. no time to even spare you a glance. all your fighting and snarky remarks came to an abrupt end, as caesar had finally found something he was better at than fighting with you: getting girls. and apparently, he preferred that.
the years passed and you now spend your time with joseph, trying to find someone who knows about your strange, newfound power. hamon, they called it.
they told you to meet someone. when you both asked who, they answered it would be obvious when you reached the central fountain.
and oh, boy, wasn't it obvious.
the moment you reached the meeting spot, you knew you weren't getting out of this unscathed. some things just don’t fade, no matter how much time passes or how thoroughly you pretend they have. and it turns out, it’s particularly hard to forget a pair of eyes you spent years trying not to look at.
"well, this is inconvenient," the man had just said, his tone signifying this was nothing other than some unfortunate coincidence. you didn't find it in you to disagree.
caesar is now leading you to his so-called 'mentor', someone who could help you and joseph polish your powers and become capable of overcoming possible threats.
"so," joseph started, his voice slightly hushed as caesar walked a few steps ahead of you two, "do you owe him money or somethin'?"
you turn your head just enough to give him a flat look. "how did you come to that conclusion?"
the muscular man shruggs his shoulders. "i don't know. he's got that look..."
you scoff and look forward again, the early summer breeze flowing through your hair like the tender hands of a lover. "he sure does."
caesar stops in his tracks and as soon as you and joseph catch up to him, he stretches his hand towards the canal. and you see her. a tall woman with silky brown hair and porcelain skin. she turns around and removes her sunglasses, revealing a pair of gentle eyes in the color of pure diamonds.
she observes you and joseph for a moment that feels awfully long. "are you sure?" her question is obviously targeted to caesar, although she is still examining you.
"yes, lisa lisa. they are both users."
a small huff escapes her lips and she places her sunglasses back onto her nosebridge. "good."
that woman was not as gentle as you thought she would be.
your fingers almost lose their grip on the stone tower for the nth time. your etire body is shaking, tension blooming through you with every single move you make, settling at your stomach and making the entire process even harder.
joseph and caesar are a few meters above you, but they seem just as frail.
suddenly, you felt your fighting spirit from all those years ago come back. failure is not an option. not when he's watching. you concentrate your power to the tips of your fingers, the energy shift giving you a moment to breathe.
but you get too comfortable. your foot slips and you completely lose balance, the energy in your hands fading as soon as your breath becomes irregular.
the tower stretches above you and the huge masses of oil just a few meters beneath rush up to meet you. you have to start all over again because of a stupid misstep.
but your descent stops abruptly, leaving you suspended for a single, disorienting moment before you realized that you are floating on an... abnormally large bubble?
you look up and see none other than caesar. he's gritting his teeth and taking deep breaths, trying to focus his power both at climbing up the tower and at saving you. but he's failing.
the man slolwy starts slipping down the tower and the bubble he created to keep you from falling suddenly pops. thankfully, you were close enough to latch onto the tower just in time.
"focus," he warns, his voice tired and hoarse, "or next time i won't bother."
you blink in surprise. how was he able to pull this off? and most importantly, why would he risk his own life just for you not to get injured?
you keep steady for the rest of the climb, pulling yourself over the edge with a pounding heart as soon as you reach the top. for a moment, you just stayed there, breathing hard against the cool stone, focusing on not collapsing in a completely undignified way.
joseph hauls himself up not long after, groaning dramatically as he rolls onto his back. "that," he says to no one in particular, "was completely unreasonable."
a few steps away, caesar is standing casually and annoyingly composed next to lisa lisa like he didn't just climb the same death trap you did.
you push yourself up, steadying your breathing, fully prepared to ignore him. as if he'd ever let that hapen.
"you're slower than i remember" he comments, confidently walking towards you.
"and you talk a lot more than i remember" you dust yourself off, as if the motion would restore some of your lost dignity.
he snorts and crosses his arms over his wide chest. "you actually didn't fall back there. shame. i would've loved to seee that." a stubborn, all-too-familiar smirk hangs from his lips.
you frown. "well, you only have yourself to blame for that. you were the one who caught me" you insist, strands of sarcasm lacing your words.
caesar purses his lips and looks around, looking almost nervous. just when he was about to turn around and leave you be, you clear your throat.
"...but thanks anyway."
the man stops in his tracks, his back still facing you. you swear you can see the tips of his ears blooming red just before he dips his head to let out a chuckle.
"be careful next time. i'd rather you not take another ten years off my life any time soon." his words are similar to back then, but his tone has changed. it has become softer in a way, polished.
is he holding back? or is he mocking you?
it doesn't matter. either way, you now have all the time in the world to find out the answer to that question, regardless of what that may be and how it makes you feel deep inside.
a/n: this is based on THIS request. hope you enjoyed it! (>ω<)
Not because he isn’t dramatic — he is — but because he doesn’t mean to fall for you. It just… happens. Somewhere between sunrise training sessions and bruised knuckles pressed together while you both catch your breath.
✦ | He notices your breathing patterns before he notices your smile.
As a Hamon user, rhythm is everything. He can tell when you’re tired before you say it. When you’re frustrated because your inhale stutters half a second too short. When you’re trying to act unaffected but your chest rises just a little faster when he stands too close.
And once he starts paying attention?
He cannot stop.
✦ | He positions himself near you unconsciously.
During lectures.
During meals.
When Lisa Lisa assigns partners.
It’s never obvious enough to call out. But if someone else takes that spot beside you, his mood dips for the rest of the hour.
✦ | He flirts like it’s second nature — but with you, it shifts.
With others, it’s playful. Polished. A performance.
With you, there are pauses.
Moments where he searches your face after he says something bold, as if he genuinely cares what you think.
✦ | If you laugh at one of his jokes, he will replay that sound in his head all day.
He’ll train harder. Stand straighter. Pretend he isn’t hoping to hear it again.
✦ | He absolutely gets competitive over you — but not in a cruel way.
If another student compliments your Hamon control, Caesar is suddenly demonstrating something more advanced.
If someone spars with you and pushes you too hard, Caesar insists on being your next partner.
Not because he doubts you.
Because he wants to be the one you rely on.
✦ | He’s touchy — but carefully so.
A hand at your waist to steady you on the oil pillar.
Fingers brushing yours when passing a water canteen.
Knuckles tapping your shoulder after training.
Every touch lingers a fraction too long.
✦ | When you get hurt, everything changes.
His teasing vanishes.
His expression hardens.
He kneels in front of you, hands glowing gold with Hamon, and channels warmth into your skin with terrifying precision.
He doesn’t joke.
Doesn’t flirt.
Just breathes with you until the pain eases.
And if you thank him?
He looks away.
✦ | He’s terrified of losing you.
He’s already lost family to this fight. Already carries the weight of legacy on his shoulders. The idea of you stepping into that same danger knots something ugly in his chest.
So he trains with you relentlessly.
Corrects your stance.
Pushes your endurance.
Not to be harsh.
But because if you’re going to stand beside him —
you need to survive.
✦ | He practices kissing your hand in his head before ever doing it.
He tells himself it would be effortless. Natural.
But the first time he actually lifts your knuckles to his lips, his breath falters — and the Hamon spark between you is visible.
You feel it.
He knows you feel it.
He pretends that was intentional.
✦ | If you ever confide in him — something quiet, something vulnerable — he treasures it more than any victory.
He becomes softer with you afterward.
More protective.
Less theatrical.
You become the one person he doesn’t perform for.
✦ | He absolutely loses sleep if you’re upset with him.
Will replay the conversation over and over.
Will show up the next morning pretending everything is fine — but his eyes will search yours for forgiveness.
✦ | When he realizes he’s in love with you, it hits him all at once.
Not during a fight.
Not during a dramatic moment.
But during something small.
You’re sitting beside him after training, shoulders touching, sharing quiet breath as the sun sets.
And he realizes he doesn’t want applause.
Doesn’t want glory.
Doesn’t want to impress you anymore.
He just wants to stay here.
✦ | He would choose you.
Over pride.
Over rivalry.
Over the image he tries so hard to maintain.
And that terrifies him — because loving you means you are now the most fragile thing in his world.
✦ | But despite that fear?
He doesn’t pull away.
He stands closer.
Lets his fingers intertwine with yours.
Lets his forehead rest against yours after long days.
And when he says your name — softly, without teasing —
