#jjba interactions

[dear-yandere]

darling said: hi jojo! you're looking cooler than ever today 💝 i love your hair

—yandere! josuke higashikata.  

wow wow wow wow, ok.... he’s cool and you love his hair? you’re after his heart, aren’t ya?

and yet, all that manages to make it past his windpipe is: “h-huh?”

god, he wants to beat himself up right there...if only he could’ve responded more cooly. realistically, he should have expected compliments like this from his one and only girl/boyfriend, but hearing it straight from your lips is something else. it’s like a drug...addictive, almost.

he wants to hear more.

josuke quickly shakes his head--careful to not mess up his hair--and chastises himself. play it cool, josuke. play it cool. you don’t wanna ruin their image of you, especially after they finally got over that adorable shyness and complimented you without prompt...

“y-yeah? that so, babe?” clearing his throat, he leans back in his chair and props his legs onto the school desk for good measure. he’s seen cool guys do this in video games... and judging by the blushy look on your face, you like it. “and you’re looking crazy cute as ever, yourself. that a new shade of lipstick you’re using just for me?” he asks with a sly wink.

at his compliment, you nibble on your bottom lip--a nervous habit he’s grown so fond of. he likes know he’s the one making you feel like that... darling won’t you fawn over him some more?

“if you give me a kiss with that new lipstick, maybe i’ll let you touch my hair, sweet thing. what d’ya say?”

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darling said: oh, him? he's just a friend.

— jotaro kujo.

he’s not one for jealousy.

he’ll tell himself that. pretend his heart doesn’t twist into tight knots when he sees you with another man. pretend his restraint doesn’t threaten to snap when he sees your lips curl into a smile never directed at him. he’s not completely out of it — he knows why you don’t look at him the same way you look at them. he knows, but that doesn’t stop his stomach from turning. doesn’t stop his eyes from dilating, his fist from clenching.

doesn’t stop him slamming your back against the wall, and holding you up by the cuff of your collar.

how could it? how could he expect those thoughts to just stop when all you ever do is make them fester?

like a parasite.

“a friend?” for once, he looks down at you with emotion. anger, frustration... fear. your heart threatens to crawl up your throat and leap from your body, threatens to leave you alone with him, because anything’s better than being treated like this. anything’s better,

but he won’t let you have ‘anything’. not even this. not even a friend.

“prove it.”

from the corner of your eye, you swear you saw star platinum falter.

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[dear-yandere]

Darling said: Lord DIO! I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you! I crave you and all I want to do right now is stay by your side forever! What is wrong with me..

☾ — dio.

“why, little dove, nothing is wrong with you.” 

he has to stop himself from chuckling at your spry declaration — you’ve all but confessed your undying love for him without his intervention, after all. a sight he’s used to from most others, but it feels special coming from you. do you love him as much as he loves you, he wonders?

will you let him find out, he wonders?

he takes your hand gently and lays it atop his chest. “do you feel that, my love?” he tenderly asks. your eyes widen at how easily he’s allowing you to touch him, at how easily he’s touching you. it takes all your energy just to shake your head a tentative ‘no’.

“my heart doesn’t beat, does it?” he gingerly rubs circles into the top of your hand, refusing to let go. you slowly nod, cheeks rosy, startled when his much larger hand rests itself atop your left breast and lingers, searching for your heartbeat.

and when he finds it, it’s only a bitter reminder.

“you are unlike me, little dove. ‘forever’ to you is a second to me...” his smile is melancholic, almost mournful as he feels your heart beat through your skin.

“...but i will love you until your dying breath.”

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warning: implied kidnapping and confinement

Darling said: You're so pretty when you smile, Jotaro.

☾ — jotaro kujo.

...pretty?

as a man, he’s not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. under normal circumstances, he would be annoyed by such a thing, but considering this is the first thing you’ve said to him in days, he’s... kind of excited.

and well... so is star platinum apparently, because the stand refuses to stop hopping and punching the air like an excited schoolchild. jotaro is happy you can’t see the physical manifestation of his soul right now... that’d be more trouble to explain than it’s worth.

“...thank you.” is all he can really say. he’s used to getting hounded by compliments from fangirls, fanboys, and his own mother, but there’s something innately special about the words coming from your own mouth. could this mean you’re returning his feelings? or are you trying to lower his guard? it’s not like he can ask, nor will he treat you any better for some measly compliment.

but it does make his heart skip a beat, nonetheless.

he supposes most people would return the compliment in this situation, so he does just that.

“you too.”

you don’t seem pleased or phased by it, not when you’re tied to his basement wall. but it’s a start.

this is a start. and jotaro always finishes what he starts.

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warning: implied isolation, kidnapping, and confinement.

Darling said: Jotaro, how could I love you? You don't even talk to me! You leave me alone all day! What do you expect?

☾ — part 6! jotaro kujo.

"i never expected you to love me.”

his words bite at you like wolves circling prey. and yet, he feels guilty all the same when you whimper and curl into yourself from the way he looks at you, like a nuisance rather than a lover. regardless of how he views you, it’s been days since you’ve had the displeasure of hearing his voice. despite keeping you here like some sort of pet, he hardly pays you any mind, hardly bothers to keep you company — even a dog is treated better.

this relationship is at a standstill and he’s not sure who’s to blame. your emotions run rampant and uncontrolled as of late, seeking him out some days and accusing him the next. in all honesty, he’s just as confused as you.

“i never expected anything from you, [last name].”

‘then why am i here?!’ you work up the courage to spit words at him. unfazed as always, his eyes narrow at your gall. perhaps the shock has worn off, perhaps there’s still hope for you and him.

but your question gives him pause: why are you here? why did he take you? confine you? keep you from a life which he was never part of in the first place? surely he couldn’t have feelings for you. he... he never treated his ex-wife or daughter like this, so why you?

what’s so special about you?

“...i don’t know yet”

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tw: sexual tension

Darling asked: Bruno, I'm cold. Hug me please~?

— bruno bucciarati.

the mafioso laughs and takes one last sip of his moscat before setting it down, and a warm arm soon drapes around your shoulders, its fingers tracing idle circles into your exposed shoulder. “you hardly have to ask, bella.” the capo muses, hot breath hitting your ear like waves. “you can have as much of me as you’d like.”

he giggled — he’s clearly drunk, but he’s experienced even at that; there’s no sign of staggering or stumbling or stuttering. you can’t help but wonder what else he’s experienced at.

“my arms, my fingers...” the circles on your shoulder roughen as he leans closer. “my legs, my hips...” his waist hits yours when he scoots closer, and you don’t miss the way his leg brushes up against yours. “my lips...”

he nips at your ear, a yearning in his tone. “every last bit of me belongs to you, tesoro. shall i prove that to you tonight?”

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tw. not sfw, degradation. big thanks to my other brain cell @ddarker-dreams​ for help with snarky dialogue! <3

darling said: fugo which orange do you want me to spell? the fruit one or colour one?

—yandere! pannacotta fugo.

he can’t believe this.

no, not your innate stupidity—that’s perfectly plausible and even expected at this point. what he can’t wrap his head around, however, is how attracted he is to you. he’s afraid to even look down, because that will be an acquiesce—an utter defeat, because he knows your god-forsaken intelligence just gave him a boner.

fingers latch around your chin before you can follow his gaze. you yelp with surprise, the mechanical pencil in your hand clattering softly against the floor. your heart’s thrumming against your chest like a wardrum, and, considering the look of unadulterated frustration in fugo’s eye—the type of rage he doesn’t even look at narancia or mista with—your first instinct is to prepare yourself to be smacked into the nearest wall.

but, you didn’t expect him to tug you close.

"... surely, you're messing with me, right? there's no way you've made it this far in life with a gaping hole in place of where your brain should be." he hisses, trying to keep a lid on his anger. purple haze hovers just over your shoulder; if you could sense him, you’d feel the stand’s front pressed against your body, its own dick no doubt hard against your ass. just looking at his own stand struggle to reel its frustration in makes fugo want to snap, himself...

that’s no good.

“just forget it, it seems even studying is too difficult for someone like you.” his fingers loosen with a careless push. without a moment of reprieve, your knees easily buckle when his hand comes down on your shoulder and pushes you to the floor. “besides...”, he croons, looking down on you like he would an insect.

“i have better use for your mouth.”

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warning: light degradation 

Darling said: Uhh don't you think the way you dress exposes a bit much Rohan? N-not that I'm jealous of other people looking at you or anything!!

☾ — rohan kishibe.

“have you seen what you wear? focus on your fashion choices rather than mine." he sighs for the fiftieth time today, legs crossed and arms folded as he looks down at you with utter disgust. “that makeup does nothing for your features, of which are already lacking. clearly, you can hardly grasp the concept of applying eyeliner much less dressing yourself.”

head rested snugly against his palm, the urge to scoff and continue his tirade is stopped short only by your downcast expression. never great at hiding your feelings, the hurt you feel is displayed across your face like art.

ah. there’s that familial twinge of regret, again.

he groans this time and tugs your wrist forward, pulling you closer to his desk chair. you stand awkwardly, only slightly taller than his seated pose, not at all trying to hide your hurt feelings. truth is... he’s kinder when he’s hurt you, and you’ve almost begun to crave that.

“i’m sorry, that was uncalled for, i guess...” he’s bad at apologizing, so he quickly changes the topic to something he’s better at, which is literally anything else. “it’s cute that you’re jealous—” you open your mouth to repeat what you said earlier, but he hushes you with a glare. “but my attire doesn’t exactly attract people to me. not for long anyway.” his gaze shifts, looking almost melancholy for a moment. “i suppose my company isn’t very pleasant  — i can’t imagine why, though. it’s not every day you meet rohan kishi— ”

he stops himself there. ah, the irony.

“i digress. what i meant to say is... you’re the only one who’s stuck around this long. there’s no point worrying over it, my gaze won’t wander that easily, [first name]. you belong to me and me alone.”

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