#diamond unbreakable

[adeadcreator]

HEYYYYYY

tbh I feel like my last request was kind of badly worded bec of the fact I wrote it at 3am 💀💀

ANYWAY I got this badass idea for a p4 jotaro x reader where jolyne is also born, andddd I was thinking about how maybe they're fighting a stand user with josuke and the gang (okuyasu my beloved 🫶) and the enemy SOMEHOW gets wind of reader and jotaro having a kid and mentions something about jolyne and reader goes MAMA BEAR CRAZY like beating him up with her bare hands and finishing it off with her foot just SLAMMING into the guy's head and his brain matter going everywhere...

kind of went crazy with that lolol. but also reader was in SDC and jotaro has only seen this happen once so he's also kinda scared imo

HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYYYYY

~love, 🪩

Yes of course 🪩 Anon!!

The fight was supposed to be simple.

Some rando stand user messing with Morioh, causing problems, being ugly in the face, nothing the combined power of Jotaro, Josuke, and Okuyasu couldn’t handle.

You came along because you were in town with Jotaro for a brief visit and because he strongly preferred that you not be alone, considering your very punchable history with fate.

Jolyne was with Holly Everything was fine. Until it wasn’t....

Josuke ducked a swing of crackling Stand energy. “Hey, this guy’s pretty tough—!”

The enemy laughed like someone who had never known real fear. “Kujo Jotaro,” he sneered. “Star Platinum’s user. Marine biologist, ex-delinquent, and—”

He turned toward you with a cruel smile. “Father of an adorable six-month-old bab—” Jotaro’s eyes went wide. Josuke froze mid-punch. Okuyasu’s soul left his body. Jotaro inhaled—“Don’t—” But the stand user kept talking.

“—JOLYNE, right? Cute name. Shame if someone—"

He never finished the sentence. Because you saw red. Not metaphorically. Literally. Red.

“No,” Josuke whispered, voice trembling. “She’s going PARENTS’ DAY.”

“No,” Okuyasu corrected, “she’s going PRIMAL.”

Jotaro did not speak. He stepped back half a pace because he remembered this. Cairo, desert heat, an enemy who threatened the youngest crew member, the way your pupils had narrowed to pinpoints right before you broke three ribs with one strike—

He’d married you anyway. He’d never regretted it. But yeah. He was scared. You charged the enemy like a missile built out of pure maternal fury.

“DON’T. YOU. EVER. SAY. HER. NAME.”

You slammed into him faster than he expected, fist connecting with the side of his skull so hard the sound cracked like a gunshot. He staggered, dazed.

You grabbed him by the collar, lifted him with strength you should not legally possess, and slammed him into the pavement once, twice, again, Josuke winced. “Oh man. Ohhhh man, that’s permanent damage.”

Okuyasu: “DUDE SHE’S USING HIM LIKE A DOORMAT—”

Then you threw him. Then you were on him again. Then your boot came down on his head, heel digging into skull, pressure building “Y/N.” Jotaro tried.

You did not hear him. You pressed harder. The enemy shrieked, then went silent.

CRACK. Wet. Final.

His brain matter splattered the ground like someone dropped a watermelon from an eighth-story balcony.

Silence.

Josuke opened and closed his mouth like a confused fish. Okuyasu whispered, reverent “I fear her. I respect her. I wanna ask her for training but also I don’t wanna die.”

You stood there panting, hands and boot soaked in blood, shoulders heaving like you hadn’t killed a man but performed a cardio routine. Jotaro approached carefully.

Like approaching a wild animal he knows intimately and loves deeply, but also knows could kick his ass. “…Honey,” he said softly.

Your head snapped toward him, still half-feral. Josuke physically took a step back. Okuyasu hid behind him.

Then you blinked. Your gaze softened. The red in your eyes faded. “Oh,” you said, suddenly normal again. “Sorry. I… blacked out a little.” Jotaro exhaled in visible relief.

“You went overboard,” he said gently. “He mentioned Jolyne.” Jotaro put a hand on your shoulder. “Yeah. I know.” You finally looked at your bloody foot. “…Oops.”

Jotaro sighed, but he was smiling. Because this? This was the exact moment he fell in love with you back in Cairo.

Josuke cleared his throat. “Uh… Mrs. Kujo? Remind me never to babysit.” Okuyasu nodded vigorously. “I would die in the crossfire.” You brushed the dust off your clothes, totally unfazed. “Anyway, lunch?”

Josuke stared. “Lunch after WHAT YOU JUST DID!?” You shrugged. “Protecting your child works up an appetite.” Jotaro wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. There was fondness in his eyes. And fear. Just a tiny bit.

“Let’s go home,” he murmured. “Before you murder anyone else.” You smiled sweetly. “As long as no one mentions my baby.”

Okuyasu whispered to Josuke: “Dude she said that smiling. I’m terrified.”

Josuke: “She could kill us all.”

Jotaro, proud husband mode: “Yeah. She totally could.”

[adeadcreator]

This is based on my jjba sona hehe (this might be long btw so sorry about that,,) - 🦝

Would like to request oneshot angst and comfort Josuke x fem!reader

They started as enemies because they misunderstood each other thinking one of them is an enemy stand user.

He thought she was suspicious and she thought he was a threat.

After that, they learned to trust slowly through small acts.

But the reader was in denial and one time she rejected him because she doesn't see herself as loveable and due to her insecurity and that made them distance for weeks until Josuke came up to her and ask her again and with hesitation she finally said yes

Josuke shows affection through actions (carrying her bag, fixing her hair, protecting her, etc)

The reader shows affection through presence (listening, staying even when it drains her energy, etc)

They respect boundaries. Josuke never pushes her. She never pretends to be someone else.

They love each other in a way that feels safe. The reader feels seen and Josuke feels chosen.

Reader's personality:

She's aloof, caring and creative.

The reader observes everything around her and notices details other people ignore. She thinks before acting, but once she decides, she moves fast and with purpose. She talks in a blunt and straightforward way, yet she cares more than she admits. She burns out quickly around people and often disappears to recharge alone. She hides her emotions with jokes or sarcasm, but when she trusts someone, she becomes loyal and protective. She loves her hobbies like drawing, singing, playing piano, listening to her fav rock band and video games.

She gets hyper when someone mentions her interests.

I hope you enjoy 🦝 anon!!!

Morioh was quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that comes only after chaos. The sky was half-dimmed, bruised pink melting into gray, cicadas buzzing in lazy rhythm.

You’d been watching Josuke Higashikata from across the street for ten minutes now. He was laughing with Okuyasu, his jacket hanging off one shoulder, hair catching the last of the light like polished glass.

You still weren’t sure how this version of him, warm, open, kind, was the same boy who’d once squared up to you in a back alley, thinking you were some enemy Stand user sent to ambush him.

To be fair, you’d thought the same thing about him.

It started with fear, then suspicion, and somewhere in the middle, between the accusations and awkward apologies, something softer had started to grow.

He’d fixed your broken phone screen with Crazy Diamond when you dropped it after your first “friendly” meeting. He’d carried your art portfolio home in the rain, grumbling about how heavy it was but never setting it down.

And you… you’d started waiting for him. Listening when he rambled. Staying, even when socializing drained you until your chest ached.

He’d look at you sometimes like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. And you hated that you could feel yourself wanting to be. The confession had happened two weeks ago.

You’d been sitting under the same tree where you’d once argued. Josuke had fidgeted beside you, scratching his neck, his face pinker than usual.

“Look, I… I really like hangin’ out with you, y’know?” he’d said, words tumbling over themselves. “You get me. You don’t laugh when I talk about dumb stuff. You’re- I dunno. You’re just you.”

And you’d frozen.

Because you was someone who snapped when nervous, who disappeared when things got too loud, who felt like a cracked glass pretending to be a mirror.

Someone not built for being loved.

So you’d smiled, brittle, defensive, and said, “Don’t joke like that, Josuke.”

The hurt in his eyes stayed with you long after he’d walked away.

Now, weeks later, you found yourself outside the café where he worked part-time. Your sketchbook was clutched in your arms like a shield.

He saw you immediately. He always did. “(Y/n)?” he said, surprise flickering into something softer. “Hey. You’ve been, uh— busy?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Drawing. A lot.” He smiled a little. “That’s good.” The silence that followed was heavy, but not angry. Just tired. Like two people standing in the aftermath of a storm they didn’t mean to start.

You took a breath. “I… said something stupid. Before.” His brow furrowed. “You mean when-?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “That. I didn’t mean it like that. I just- I didn’t think you’d actually…” you trailed off, searching for the right word, “want someone like me.” Josuke stepped closer, slow enough that you could step back if you wanted. You didn’t.

His voice softened. “Hey. Don’t talk about yourself like that.” He lifted a hand, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You think I’d do all that for someone I didn’t care about?”

You blinked hard, fighting the sting behind your eyes. “You’re just… nice to everyone.” He grinned a little. “Yeah, but I only carry your bag. And let you tease my hair.”

A tiny laugh escaped before you could stop it. “That’s true.”

“Then don’t push me away, okay?” His tone wasn’t pleading, just steady. “You don’t gotta change. You don’t have to be perfect. I just want you.”

You looked at him, really looked, and realized how safe that felt. How much you’d missed being seen like this. After a long pause, you whispered, “Okay. Yes.” Since then, things weren’t perfect, but they were peaceful.

Josuke never smothered you. When you needed space, he gave it without question. When you forgot to eat, he’d leave food by your desk. When your hands ached from drawing too long, he’d take them in his, murmuring, “You’re gonna ruin these beautiful hands if you keep going like that.”

You showed love in your own quiet way, sitting beside him while he studied, tracing constellations with your fingers on his sleeve, being there. Even when words failed you, you stayed.

He’d protect you without asking; you’d ground him without trying. You once told him, “You make me feel seen.” He’d smiled, tugged you close, and whispered, “And you make me feel chosen.”

And maybe that was what love was, not fireworks or grand gestures, but two people meeting in the middle, choosing to stay even when it was hard.

That night, you were curled on the couch, head resting against his shoulder as the TV hummed softly.

He glanced down, fingers brushing over yours. “Hey.”

“Mm?”

“Still think you’re not loveable?”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Shut up.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Didn’t think so.” You didn’t reply, just squeezed his hand.

Outside, the cicadas sang again, softer this time. And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you belonged somewhere.

[adeadcreator]

Can I request Josuke x fem!reader who is in a rock band and their role is vocalist? :3

But the reader has low self esteem and before they perform they get anxious a lot because of how many people are watching them

Yes of course!! I hope you enjoy :3

The dressing room was loud, your bandmates laughing, tuning guitars, joking about the setlist. But all you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat.

The crowd outside was huge. Every cheer, every bass rumble from the speakers made your stomach twist.

You were sitting on a chair, hands clenched in your lap, staring down at your boots like they might give you courage if you looked long enough.

Then there was a knock. “Hey, babe, can I come in?” Josuke’s voice, warm, light, grounding.

You looked up and he peeked his head through the door, pompadour perfect, grin easy. He was holding a little paper bag in one hand and a small bouquet of daisies in the other.

“Didn’t wanna distract you before the show,” he said, “but I figured you might need a snack. Or, uh, moral support.” You couldn’t help smiling just a little. “You’re too sweet.”

“Sweet’s my middle name,” he said proudly, setting the bag on the counter. “Nah, actually it’s ‘cool,’ but y’know.” You laughed, exactly what he wanted.

He sat beside you, elbows on his knees, voice softer now. “You nervous again?” You hesitated. “…Yeah. I keep thinking I’ll mess up. Or my voice will crack. Or people will—”

“Hey.” Josuke reached over and took your hand, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles. “Babe. You’ve been practicing for weeks. You sound amazing. And if your voice cracks? Who cares? You’ll still be the hottest, coolest, most talented girl in that whole crowd.”

You smiled shyly, shoulders relaxing just a little.

He leaned closer. “Besides, you’re not just some random singer. You’re you. That voice? That’s the one that makes me stop what I’m doing every time I hear it.”

You could feel your heart swelling at his words. “You really think so?”

“Think so?” he said, mock-offended. “Babe, I know so. You could sing the weather report and I’d still get chills.”

You snorted, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “But I’m your ridiculous.”

When your name was called to go on stage, your nerves returned in a rush but Josuke was right there behind you, fixing a stray hair and giving you that confident grin he always wore before fights.

“Go out there,” he said, “and sing like the whole town’s watching, because they probably are.”

You took a shaky breath. “And if I screw up?”

He winked. “Then I’ll cheer louder.”

The stage lights hit you. The roar of the audience swelled like an ocean. For a moment, you froze, heart racing, palms sweating, until you caught sight of him in the crowd.

Josuke stood near the front, one hand cupped around his mouth, yelling your name with all the enthusiasm of a stadium fanboy.

The sight of him, his grin, his ridiculous dance moves, his confidence in you, made your chest fill with something warm and steady.

So you sang.

And as your voice rose, strong and clear, Josuke lifted his hands and formed a heart over his head. You almost laughed mid-verse, but your nerves melted away, replaced by something bright and unstoppable.

When the show ended, he was the first person backstage, arms open, grin wide. “That was insane!” he said. “You were insane! Did you hear that high note? I thought the amps were gonna explode!”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Babe,” he said, cupping your face gently, “I don’t exaggerate about perfection.”

You laughed again, leaning into his touch. “You’re really proud, huh?”

He pressed his forehead to yours, voice soft and sincere. “Always. You’re my favorite song.”

[adeadcreator]

first request! I love your writing btw you’re keeping the fandom ALIVEEEE.

Can I request Josuke with an (s/o) who’s completely opposite of him like shy and quiet? Maybe like she’s very mysterious?

Yes of course!! I hope you enjoy :D

The first time Josuke notices you:

It’s not because you’re loud, it’s because everyone else is, and you aren’t.

He’s hanging out with Okuyasu, laughing too loud over something dumb, when his eyes catch you in the corner of the café, calm, still, stirring your drink while reading something he’s too far away to make out.

It’s like you’re in your own world, and for some reason, he really wants in.

He tries to start a conversation… badly.

“Hey! Uh—cool book. You read a lot?” You look up, tilt your head slightly, and just… nod. Okuyasu’s watching like it’s the most painful thing he’s ever seen.

But that’s how it starts:

You don’t talk much, but you listen, and Josuke, who’s used to being the guy who fills silence, is thrown off when you actually like his talking.

He’ll ramble about music, about Crazy Diamond, about his hair routine, and you’ll smile softly and hum in agreement. That little reaction keeps him going every time.

He gets protective, but not in a possessive way:

It’s more like… he knows you don’t like too much attention, so he subtly makes sure people don’t crowd you.

If you’re walking together and some guy bumps into you, Josuke’s arm immediately slides around your shoulder, casual, but firm.

The first time you open up a little:

It’s because he finds you sitting outside at night, staring at the stars.

He asks if you’re okay, expecting another small smile, but you quietly tell him about how you like the quiet because it “feels honest.” He gets it. Way more than you think.

Josuke falls for you hard:

You’re nothing like the chaos around him. You don’t laugh at everything, you don’t fight to be seen but somehow, you make him feel seen.

There’s something magnetic about the way you tilt your head to listen, the way you speak only when you really mean something.

He learns to love silence:

He’ll sit beside you, the two of you saying nothing, just the sound of the wind in Morioh.

Sometimes, he’ll gently take your hand and squeeze once, his way of saying, I’m here, and you don’t have to talk.

But when you do talk?:

He lights up like a Christmas tree. He’ll grin like, “you do talk! I knew it!” just to make you roll your eyes.

He calls you “mystery girl.”:

Because he loves that he doesn’t have you all figured out. And honestly? He doesn’t want to.

You’re quiet, and he’s loud, but somehow, that makes the world feel balanced.

[adeadcreator]

Hihi I wanna request headcanon with josuke x okuyasu x fem!reader polyamorous? Just them being silly teenagers who are in love

(Some info about the reader is that she's more aloof and quiet person so josuke and okuyasu always be the one who yaps all the time while the reader listens BUT when they mentioned about what the reader likes (ex: games, fav bands, etc) they will start rambling and gets excited)

Yes of course!! I hope you enjoy :D

General dynamic:

You’re the calm in the storm. The serenity buffer between two boys who can’t go five minutes without yelling about something completely trivial.

They adore it, the way you just watch them, a small smile tugging at your lips as they argue over who gets the last soda or who can run faster.

Josuke: “You’re totally on my side, right babe?”

You: “No. I’m neutral.”

Okuyasu: “See! That means she’s on my side!”

Josuke: “WHAT—”

And you’re just sipping your drink like ☕.

The way they love you:

Josuke’s the smooth-talker. He always has a new hairstyle or cologne, pretending he’s the cool boyfriend, but melts the moment you give him a soft look.

“You noticed my new earrings? You always notice everything, huh…?”

Okuyasu’s the opposite, super open and affectionate, constantly clinging to you, nuzzling into your shoulder, wrapping an arm around you while laughing at everything you say.

Together, they create this perfect blend of flirty chaos and pure-hearted devotion.

When you start talking about what you love:

You could be completely silent for an hour and they’d just be vibing beside you but the moment they mention something you like?

You light up like a damn Christmas tree.

“Oh hey, didn’t you say you liked that one band? Uh, Starlight something—”

And suddenly you’re rambling.

Eyes sparkling, hands gesturing, voice rising with excitement and Josuke and Okuyasu are just staring in awe.

They live for that. Like, genuinely go out of their way to bring up your interests just to watch you get happy.

Josuke (grinning): “Did you see the new update for that game you like?”

You: “YEAH OKAY SO—”

Okuyasu: “She’s goin’ off!!!”

You: “No I’m not!!”

You totally are.

Hanging out:

Late afternoons at Tonio’s restaurant where Josuke’s trying to act cool and Okuyasu’s just vibing with a big grin.

You sit between them in the booth while they’re both talking at the same time.

You’ve perfected the art of listening to two conversations at once.

Josuke gestures wildly while telling a story, Okuyasu keeps interrupting to add random details, and you nod along, amused.

But then you’ll just softly say one thing, one quiet comment and both of them stop talking just to listen.

“You know… you two are kinda dumb.”

“HEY—”

Affection things:

You’re not huge on PDA, so they adjust naturally, Josuke holds your hand when he can, and Okuyasu always has his arm around your shoulders.

You get flustered easily, so of course they tease you about it.

Josuke: “She’s blushing again~”

Okuyasu: “Aww, she’s so cute when she does that!”

You: “You two are so annoying.”

But then, when you’re alone with them, you’re the one who leans your head on their shoulders. You don’t have to say much, just being between them is enough.

Small-town love:

The three of you walking home after school, Okuyasu humming, Josuke talking about something dumb Koichi did, and you quietly holding both their hands.

Morioh sunsets hit different when you’re with them.

Sometimes Josuke gives you his jacket, sometimes Okuyasu tries to share his snacks with you, even though he already ate half.

You don’t need grand gestures, it’s all the little things:

The shared glances, the laughter, the warmth.

Favorite moment:

One summer evening, the three of you end up sitting on Josuke’s porch steps, half-asleep, music playing softly.

You’re tucked between them, head on Okuyasu’s shoulder, Josuke absently playing with your hair.

Josuke murmurs, “Y’know, I think we make a pretty good team.”

Okuyasu grins. “Yeah. Like, she’s the brain and we’re… uh—”

“You’re the noise,” you mumble.

“Hey!!”

“Not wrong, though,” Josuke admits.

The stars are bright, the night’s soft, and for a moment, all three of you just breathe.

[adeadcreator]

hii! im so happy that you are back :3

can i request some office sex with kira? like, they’re coworkers, don’t talk too much, but when the boss asks them to stay late, they end up alone, the tension builds up and boom!

i imagine the reader spilling coffee on his shirt, so he takes it off and things get hot

- 🪷 anon

YES YOU CANNNN!!!!!! Also so sorry this is coming out last, for some reason my mind kept not functioning properly 😭😭

The office was dead silent, save for the occasional hum of the HVAC and the soft tapping of keyboards. Most of the lights had dimmed on their own by now, plunging the open floor into a cozy sort of gloom. Just two desks remained lit.

Kira sat across from you, his usual focused expression softened by the hour. His light hair was slicked back, but a few strands had escaped, framing his face in a way that looked more relaxed than you were used to seeing.

He hadn't said much since the boss had asked you both to finish up the quarterly report before morning. But there was something different about the air tonight. Less filtered. Less professional.

You caught his eye once, and for a moment, neither of you looked away. “I didn’t expect to be here this late,” he finally said, his voice low, almost cautious.

You smiled faintly. “Yeah. Just us and the ghosts of corporate ambition.”

Kira actually laughed, a small thing, but genuine. He leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly, revealing the curve of his silhouette in the soft light. You looked away before your thoughts could get ahead of you.

Silence again. Not uncomfortable, just charged. “I always thought you didn’t like me,” you said after a while, not sure why you said it. He paused. “I thought you didn’t like me.” he turned slightly in his chair to face you more directly. “You’re always so… quiet. Reserved.”

“So are you.”

“Not always,” he replied, his eyes holding yours for a beat too long. The tension that had always lingered just under the surface began to sharpen, not in a rush, but in a slow, undeniable shift.

The kind of moment where something could happen, not because it was planned, but because it had always been there, waiting for the right hour.

And now it was after hours.

You reached for your coffee absentmindedly, your gaze still snagged on Kira’s. But your fingers fumbled the edge of the cup, and before you could stop it spilt.

Hot liquid splashed across the desk and then, worse, directly onto Kira’s shirt.

“Shit—Kira, I—!” you scrambled up, grabbing a few napkins from your bag, your chair screeching softly as you moved around the desk toward him “I didn’t mean to—”

He stood quickly, flicking his now-stained button-up away from his chest. “It’s fine. Just—hot.”

You were already blotting at the fabric before you could think about it, dabbing at the front of his shirt with hurried, apologetic motions. But the moment you touched him, really touched him, everything else seemed to still.

The scent of him hit you. Subtle, clean, something faintly spiced. His shirt clung a little where the coffee had soaked in, and under the soft, white cotton, you felt the heat of him. Solid. Steady.

Kira looked down at you, his voice quieter now. “You really didn’t like me, huh?” You paused, your hands stilling just beneath his sternum. “Didn’t say I don’t now.”

His brows lifted slightly, that barely-there smirk playing at the edge of his lips. “So that’s changed?”

You didn’t answer, not out loud but your fingers lingered a second too long, brushing along the edge of a button.

Kira exhaled, just a little. Not quite a laugh this time. “You know... if you keep touching me like that, I might get the wrong idea.”

“Or the right one,” you murmured before you could stop yourself.

His gaze sharpened at that, the air between you pulling tight. He reached up and gently caught your wrist, his grip warm, grounding. Not pushing. Just holding.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he said, voice low. You didn’t. You couldn’t.

The hum of the HVAC continued. Somewhere, a printer whirred and stopped. The city lights glowed faintly against the office windows.

But in that quiet, late-night pause, where coffee stains and cautious smiles collided, you realized it wasn’t professionalism that had kept this distance intact all this time.

It was restraint. And it was fading fast. You hadn’t even realized you both were now disheveled, hair messed up and your lipstick smudged on his lips.

He hovered above you, golden hair damp and tousled, his blue eyes dark with hunger. The kind that didn't just want your body but your sounds, your surrender, your soul.

"Tell me if it's too much."

You nodded, placing your arms onto the table, your legs parting instinctively to welcome him. A gasp escaped from your lips as he entered your dripping cunt.

Each inch of him burying deeper than anyone else had, stretching you into a new experience. He stilled for a moment as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your hands.

Watching as the gripped the edge of the table before holding onto him for support. Each roll of his hips, he swallowed every moan, every gasp with his mouth, lips dragging down your neck and chest.

Strangely enough, even to your hands, perhaps more to your hands than any other part. Though you hardly paid attention as his hips pressed deeper into you, pulling soft sounds from your lips.

Kira hummed lowly as your moans slipped free, raw, breathless things that you had no hope of holding back. His hands gripped yours firmly, bringing them to his neck.

Signaling he need, without shame your hand held his neck, firmly, as the other was brought towards his mouth. Your digits soaked in his saliva as his moans mixed with your own.

His thrust became animalistic, erratic, shameless. Your cunt clenched around him as his hands held onto your hips, thrusting deeper and deeper until he stilled.

Your hands still laid upon him, and silence filled the room, besides your pants, retreating your hands from his neck and mouth. “So, do you still hate me for ruining your shirt?”

[adeadcreator]

I wanna request HCs Okuyasu and Koichi being the wingman for Josuke confessing to fem!reader - 🦝

Hello again 🦝 anon!!

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Josuke:

Has had a crush on you for ages. like “fixes his hair 3 extra times before walking by you” level of crush.

He’s confident around everyone except you, his words do a 180 every time.

“Hey, (Name)! You look so—uh—uh—good weather today, huh?”

“Josuke, it’s raining.”

“...yeah, really good rain.”

So when he finally admits it to the boys, they’re immediately like “WE GOT THIS, BRO.”

A fatal mistake.

Okuyasu – the Overenthusiastic Wingman:

He has too much energy for this operation. His plan? “Let’s just tell her you love her. Easy!”

“Oku, that’s not how it works!”

“Why not? Honesty’s good!” He tries to “casually” bring you up in conversation but it’s never subtle. “Hey (Y/n)! Did you know Josuke thinks you’re, uh, real nice-looking?!” Josuke nearly breaks his own neck trying to shut him up.

Despite the chaos, Okuyasu’s loyalty shines through, he hypes Josuke up nonstop. “You’re the coolest dude in Morioh! She’d be nuts not to like you!”

He practices “confession rehearsal” with Josuke, pretending to be you.

Ends with both of them laughing so hard they can’t even finish.

“Man, if you say that cheesy line to her, she’ll melt!”

“Shut up, Oku, you sound like a shoujo manga!”

Koichi – the Sweet Strategist:

He takes it way more seriously.

Pulls out a notepad like he’s planning a covert mission.

“Okay, first we need to gauge her interests… timing… setting… lighting…”

Coaches Josuke on tone, posture, and “don’t talk about your hair for more than 10 seconds.”

Keeps Okuyasu from blurting out spoilers.

“No, Okuyasu, that’s called ruining the surprise!”

Genuinely wants his friend to succeed; he’s so supportive it hurts.

“Josuke, you’ve got a big heart. Just show her that. She’ll see what we do.”

The Confession Day:

Josuke’s nerves are THROUGH THE ROOF. His hands are shaking, pompadour extra perfect, heart going Mach 5. Okuyasu’s hiding in a bush whispering, “You got this, bro!” way too loudly.

Koichi’s behind another tree, whisper-yelling “Don’t shout!”

“I’M NOT SHOUTING, KOICHI!!”

“You literally are!!” You definitely notice them but you play along because their efforts are adorably pathetic.

Josuke finally blurts it out, something halfway between a heartfelt speech and an awkward stutter “I—I like you! A lot! Like… uh… way more than I should probably admit right now!”

Okuyasu gasps audibly like he just witnessed divine revelation. “HE DID IT!! HE SAID IT!!” Koichi’s whispering, “Shh!! Shh!!” while cheering internally. You smile, blushing and amused, and tell Josuke you feel the same.

Cue chaos.

Okuyasu does a victory dance in the background. “YEAHHH OUR BOY DID IT!!” Koichi smiles like a proud mom at graduation. Josuke’s redder than his uniform. “You guys were supposed to stay hidden!”

“We were!”

“Okuyasu, you were literally cheering!”

“Out of love, bro!”

You laugh so hard you nearly cry. And in the end, Josuke admits, he wouldn’t have had the courage without his two dorky wingmen.

[adeadcreator]

Hello ! Thanks again for doing my last request, that was so good and beautiful 😭

I had this idea of Josuke dating Rohan's younger sister(the reader) in secret for a while but Rohan finds out (either reader told him or he heard about it from someone else). And Rohan being Rohan would follow Josuke and reader during their dates, trying (and failing) to sabotage the dates (because, of course Rohan wouldn't approve of his sister dating Josuke)

Thank you again & remember to rest ! Don't burn yourself out for us 😌

🥖 anon

Will I ever miss an opportunity to mess with Rohan? No. No I will not, I hope you enjoy 🥖 anon!!!

The Secret Relationship:

You and Josuke had been dating for about three months in total secrecy. Why? Because your older brother, Rohan Kishibe, would rather eat his entire art collection than admit Josuke Higashikata could make anyone happy, especially his sister.

You tried to keep it lowkey: dates outside of Morioh, long walks after sunset, stolen kisses behind the convenience store, romantic in its own way.

Josuke always teased you about it. “You sure your brother doesn’t have, like, a Stand that can sense whenever I’m within ten feet of you?” “He probably does,” you said. “It’s called Rohan’s Ego.”

For a while, it worked. You thought you were safe…Until Rohan overheard two locals whispering, “Did you see Josuke and Rohan’s sister holding hands near the train station?”

Rohan dropped his groceries, didn’t blink, and muttered, “Unacceptable.”

The Discovery:

Rohan didn’t confront you right away. No, no. He decided to “gather evidence.”

Which, in Rohan terms, meant stalking you with the subtlety of a neon sign. He followed you around with a hat, sunglasses, and a notepad, narrating everything like it was a nature documentary. “The delinquent pompadour appears to be purchasing a soda for my sister. How quaint. I suspect ulterior motives.”

Josuke spotted him immediately. “Babe… why is your brother crouched behind that vending machine holding a sketchbook?” You sighed. “He thinks he’s invisible.” Rohan, from ten feet away: “I can hear you.”

Sabotage Attempts:

Attempt #1: “The Coffee Shop Incident”

You and Josuke go to a cute café downtown. Rohan somehow convinces the barista, a huge fan of his manga, to switch Josuke’s coffee order with an espresso triple-shot nightmare.

Josuke drinks it. He’s wired. Starts loudly complimenting your hair. And your eyes. And your brother’s artistic genius.

Rohan watches from outside the window, grimacing. “He’s flirting badly on purpose. Disgusting.”

Josuke catches his reflection in the window and just smirks at Rohan, mouthing, “Jealous?”

Attempt #2: “The Movie Date Disaster”

Rohan buys out an entire row of tickets to the cinema so he can sit directly behind you two.

You two are watching a rom-com. Every time Josuke tries to hold your hand, Rohan clears his throat loudly. Every. Single. Time.

Josuke eventually turns around and whispers, “Bro, I swear to god—” Rohan: “It’s sensei to you.”

You end up throwing popcorn at both of them. The usher has to ask all three of you to leave.

Attempt #3: “The Park Sabotage”

Picnic date at the park. It’s peaceful. Romantic. Birds are chirping. Josuke’s actually being sweet and not chaotic.

Then Rohan releases a swarm of trained pigeons to “accidentally” interrupt the date. They were meant to ruin Josuke’s hair gel. He trained them using a bag of crumbs and spite.

Instead, they go for your food.

You end up shrieking, Josuke’s using Crazy Diamond to defend the sandwiches, and Rohan’s hiding behind a tree pretending he’s “conducting a social experiment.”

The Confrontation:

Eventually, it all blows up. Rohan storms into your house one night, throws his sketchbook down dramatically, and declares, “This relationship is artistically offensive!” You blink. “What does that even mean?”

Josuke, leaning on the counter “He means he’s jealous.” as your brother's widened “Jealous?!” Rohan sputters. “Of you? With that ridiculous hair?!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep saying that while your sister keeps choosing me, Sensei.”

Rohan’s about to explode, veins bulging, Heaven’s Door half-open, when you finally shout, “Enough!” The silence that follows is deafening.

You take a breath, then, quieter “I love him. And I don’t need your approval to be happy.” That makes Rohan freeze.

He looks at you for a long time, really looks. Not at his “kid sister” or the “foolish girl who can’t possibly understand art or men,” but at you. An adult. Your own person.

Finally, he sighs, slamming his notebook shut. “…Fine. I suppose I can’t stop you.”

Josuke, smirking: “You gonna draw our wedding?” Rohan: “I’m going to draw your obituary.”

But there’s no venom behind it. Just sibling exasperation. And when he leaves, you catch him muttering something under his breath “As long as she’s happy…”

Rohan still shows up unannounced during your dates. But now he just sits at the next table, sketching in silence and pretending he’s “gathering inspiration.”

Josuke waves every time. Rohan ignores him. You swear you catch him smiling, though.

And even though he’ll never say it, Rohan knows, Josuke makes you laugh in ways he never could. And that’s art enough for him.