PLEASE COULD U WRITE HOW THE JOEASTARS (and jobros too..) WOULD GET JEALOUS IF SOME DUDE TRIED TO ASK U OUT OMG IM ON MY HAND AND KNEES PLS PLS PLS PLS I LOVE UR WRITING UR A GOAT
i decided to do a separate post for the jobros, so a pt2 will come out at some point!
you can tell where i got a little lazy though...
ᢉ𐭩 characters: jonathan, joseph, jotaro, josuke, giorno, jolyne, johnny
jonathan
being that jonathan came from an upper-class family, events such as dinner parties and extravagant balls were nothing out of the
ordinary. an expectation. this evening in particular was his turn to host, according to whatever customs were set in place among these groups.
with your help, the night went smoother than smoothly. the mansion was grand and had enough room for everyone to enjoy themselves. there were men in expensive suits and women in large, poofy gowns accompanying them. as jonathan’s partner, you spent most of the evening together, though naturally at some point you had gotten separated while going to greet different guests.
just as you had started to search for him again, you felt a presence behind you, followed by a call of greeting. in front of you now was a man you hadn’t seen before, but it was obvious he was another noble by the fabrics he wore. “apologies, but i couldn’t help but notice you as you walked past.” right from the introduction, and the way he announced his title so proudly after, you knew he was another one of those snobby men you couldn’t stand. you ought to have rejected his advances right away, but he wouldn’t spare you a second to talk — far too occupied rambling on about whatever legacy his family held and how they ‘desperately require an heir.’
typical.
in the midst of your boredom, you hadn’t even noticed the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend behind you until he placed a gentle yet polite hand to your waist. “there you are,” he smiled with a softness that screamed adoration, before his attention turned to the man in front. jonathan couldn’t lie — the idea of another man trying to court you made his stomach twist uncomfortably. you were his love. his heart. how could he not feel a little protective over you when someone tried to take that away from him?
regardless, he gave the man a polite smile and greeted him, choosing to keep his protectiveness silent, but it was loud in the way he held you slightly tighter, almost as if silently asking if you were uncomfortable at all. “ah, forgive me. i wasn’t aware they had a partner.” the man chuckled, a little too laid-back for jonathan’s liking — he should be somewhat more apologetic, the thought — but he accepted the apology anyways, not wanting to come across as rude or cold, though you could see the mild tension in his jaw as he eyes the other man with distrust.
“it’s alright. we’ll be on our way now,” he then turned his head to look at you again, all tension in his body relaxing when he noticed you looking at him too, and he felt a little more at ease. “there’s a cake i wanted you to try.” he tells you, and the thoughtfulness makes you giggle softly.
the moment you had both walked off together, out of earshot and eyesight of the stranger, jonathan let out a soft sigh, a large hand moving to rest against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd of people. “are you alright?” because he has to check. has to know you’re feeling safe and content. “did that man bother you at all?”
he was relieved when you shook your head. “i’m fine, but i’m half-asleep,” you admitted, which made him chuckle. “he just kept rambling on about nothing.” jonathan, having grown up around people like this, understood all to well, and although physical displays of affection were seen as vulgar in settings like these, he couldn’t resist sneaking a kiss to your temple. “well you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night. hopefully i won’t bore you as much.”
“never.” you murmured back with a smile.
joseph
joseph could not believe the nerve of this man. he had only stopped somewhere to use the bathroom quickly, leaving you stood outside of the building waiting for him to finish up, and when he came back out he saw some random man speaking to you — or more accurately — flirting with you.
it had only been two minutes, and yet there the guy was trying to charm you, flashing you a toothy grin that made his blood boil, especially once he had reached out to brush your hair a little away from your eyes. it was obvious you were caught by surprise with the whole thing in how you seemed at a loss for words, but before you could actually say anything, joseph was already at your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
“i’m back, darling,” he announced exaggeratedly, the use of the nickname making you cringe a little internally because he never called you darling. that didn't stop him from continuing with this act, however, eyes flickering up to the other man’s face, watching how his previous confidence fell a little. “and who may you be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his words drawled out like some sort of judgemental old woman, which made you bite back a chuckle.
“oh, uh—” the man didn’t even manage to get a word in before joseph was cutting him off with a smug grin, leaning forwards slightly like he was interrogating the guy, which he honestly kind of was, looming over him and questioning him like that. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you were making the moves on them.” he pulled you closer to his side like he was signalling that you were taken. that you were his and he had no interest in you.
the other guy clearly got the message, his hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze flickered between you and joseph, looking more than disheartened now. “sorry, i didn’t realise—” a huff from joseph cut him off again, your boyfriend shaking his head dramatically, conveying disappointment. “well now you know, so i’d suggest you back off and leave us alone.”
being that he was almost twice the other man’s size, the stranger before you seemed to simply nod in obedience, a smart decision considering joseph had a history of starting fights with those he found to be scum, which in this case, he definitely did. nobody had the right to try and take you from him after all! you were his! he snickered when the guy scurried off with another muttered apology, squeezing your shoulder gently as he watched him retreat. “what an idiot— thinking he was in your league.” joseph scoffed, turning back to you with a grin of pure victory, like he had just won a trophy or something. he was so full of himself sometimes. “now, how about we go for food? all that drama has me starving.”
jotaro
“can you pick one already?” you groaned.
you had stood there watching him stare at the spine of about thirty different books already, and none of them were remotely interesting. books about planes and boats and marine life — nothing like the type of books you usually read. on one hand, you couldn’t complain all too much. you had dragged him around to plenty of different stores too, so it was only fair he had his turn. but on the other hand, you could feel yourself aging faster from just how long you were waiting for him to choose something already.
“don’t rush me,” he grumbled, no bite to his tone with you, but clearly very serious about whatever this was. “if you’re bored you can go look at something else.”
right. you had free will. how could you forget?
your legs carried you to whichever section of the bookstore interested you the most, and when you reached it your mood had increased significantly. eyes skimming and stopping on a particular title, you reached out to grab it without realising another hand had reached for the same book at the same time until your fingers brushed.
a little startled, both you and the stranger pulled your hands back, and when you looked over at him to apologise, he was already doing the same. “it’s okay. you take it.” you offered, feeling nice today. you hadn’t exactly come here yourself, so it wasn’t like you were desperate to buy anything. “no, no, you should have it.” the stranger shook his head to your surprise. “i insist.”
giving him a grateful ‘thank you’ you pulled the book off of the shelf and looked over the cover. meanwhile, the stranger was still looking you over. “you know, you’re really beautiful,” he suddenly spoke up, the compliment making you pause. was he…hitting on you?
“yeah, they are.”
the deep, rough voice was unmistakable behind you, one hand in pocket and the other moving to hold onto your hip with that familiar possessiveness. it wasn’t a surprise to you when you looked over your shoulder to see jotaro there, his expression somehow more brooding than ever, and there was a dark look in his eyes that told you he was more than ready to beat the crap out of this guy if he had to.
“they’re also my partner,” he added with a snarl, uncaring of how he came across because who the hell was this guy to him? “so scram before things get ugly.” heat rose to your cheeks at that. the guy didn’t know you were taken! he was just trying to shoot his shot and be nice. you couldn’t help but pity the slightly nervous look on his face as he peered up at your giant of a boyfriend. “jotaro…” you mumbled, trying to calm him.
“hey, hey — i didn’t mean any trouble,” the man held his hands up like surrender, clearly knowing there was no use in arguing. “i didn’t know they were taken. my bad.” still, jotaro was uncaring, his jealousy bubbling up rapidly in his chest. he didn’t say anything else, though. just kept a tight hold on you while glaring at the guy like he was two seconds away from either cussing him out or tearing him to shreds.
either way the man didn’t wanna find out which route he would take, wasting no time in turning around and walking in the opposite direction — books be damned. he could come back another day after all.
jotaro didn’t leave your side after that. as much as he scoffed seeing the guy hurry away, and despite his grumbled ‘idiot’ when the situation was over, you noticed how clingy he was now. “you’re practically stepping on my toe here,” you snorted as you paid for the book you had grabbed from the shelf, your boyfriend lingering withing an arm’s length at every turn you made.
“tch,” he turned away like he was annoyed with your comment, your audacity, but that faint blush on his olive cheeks gave him away, no matter how low he tiled his hat. “i’m not. you’re annoying.”
josuke
where the hell were you?
josuke had spent far too long searching around the school for you already, and it was starting to get tiring — especially with the summer heat cursing morioh this year. okuyasu had begged him to come to the nearby store with him to get a cold drink, and he had naturally agreed and thought to get you one too. he always kept you in mind after all.
but when he returned he couldn’t find you anywhere.
one of your friends he’d bumped into told him you were probably in the cafeteria by now. feeling a little silly because he hadn’t initially considered that idea, he made his way there with a small smile on his face. he’d gotten your favourite flavour, so it was sure to make you smile.
eventually, he found you among the busy room, but when he laid eyes on your table, his expression faltered for a split second. not because of you — but because there was some other guy sat opposite you. some other guy that looked way too pleased with himself, leaning back all cocky in a way that made his brows furrow and a wave of annoyance and uncertainty washed over him.
he wasn’t sure why, but he really wanted to march over there and pull that guy away from you. it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed male friends, because of course you were — but this guy was clearly trouble — and after approaching and hearing something that sounded awfully close to “saturday night,” josuke knew he had to say or do something about this.
“hey,” he greeted you, placing the drink in front of your tray and taking a seat beside you. right away his arm was around your shoulder — casual but almost claiming — a silent statement to say that you were definitely not seeing this guy on saturday if he had anything to say about it. “got you this. your favourite.” he shot the guy a glance at that last word before turning back to see you smile.
of course, he had nothing to worry about with you. you were way too loyal to even think about hurting him like that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get on his nerves a little seeing this guy act so confident like he had a shot. he was so flustered he didn’t know how to act. does he warn him? act nonchalant? this hasn’t happened before…
“you need something?”
the words flow out easily, a tone of distaste in every word that’s only further emphasised by the bored raise of his eyebrow. you almost laugh at the sight.
“just talking to them.” the guy replies, eyeing josuke suspiciously almost, as if trying to understand if you two were actually together or not. “well if it’s not important then quit wasting our time.” josuke doesn’t mean for it to come out as rude as it does. he’s trying to be nice — he really is! but it’s just so hard when all he wants to do right now is have you to himself without some other guy stealing all your attention away. “can’t you see you’re disturbing us?”
looking between you and josuke and seeing that you don’t respond to tell your boyfriend to be more polite, the guy gives up quickly, understanding that there was no point, and that his arrogance wouldn't work on you. “what a jerk,” the guy mutters as he gets to his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he storms off like a sulking child.
the switch up was incredulous, josuke’s indifference melting into a pout right away, and he huffs quietly before leaning back against his seat. “who even was that guy?” he murmured, arms folded over his chest. “couldn’t he see you weren’t interested?”
you don’t get a chance to even speak or attempt to reassure him before he’s taking your drink in hand and taking a sip. a small one, sure, but a sip regardless. “i spent so much time finding you and getting you this — slurrrrp — and that’s what i come back to?”
his thievery earned him a swat across the arm.
giorno
“ehi, scusi,”
turning your head around to find some guy calling after you wasn’t part of your plans for today. just looking at him told you he was another one of the many mafiosos that inhabited napoli. the all-too-casual demeanour didn’t help his case either. “you’re looking great today. how about i take you out for coffee sometime?”
you hadn’t shook your head faster. you were supposed to be meeting at a nearby restaurant with giorno soon who had a meeting to attend beforehand and had told you he’d meet you there. you had no time to stop and chit-chat, and you definitely had no plans of grabbing coffee with another man when you already had your own.
“mi scusa, but i’m in a rush,” you hardly spared him a glance, yet he still persisted, trailing after you like he was desperate beyond belief for some sort of acceptance from you. “awh, c’mon — it’s just coffee,” he insisted, trying so obviously to get you to look at him. notice him. “you got a boyfriend or something?”
a sigh escaped your lips and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that trying to outrun this guy wasn’t going to work. “yeah, i do.” still, the man’s face hadn’t dropped into that disappointed expression you were anticipating, and instead you watched his lips curl into a grin — one that told you he wouldn’t give in this easily.
“who? some nobody?” he snorts, shaking his head. “give me a chance, eh? i’ll show you what being with a real man is like.” whatever angels where watching over you found the perfect time to chime in because it was then that a black car pulled up by the side of the road next to you.
out came giorno who had briefly witnessed the situation as he was being escorted to the restaurant, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut and he asked the driver to pull over. “amore,” he greeted with that cool yet undoubtedly soft tone of voice, approaching your side and pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to face the man in front of you with a neutral expression. unreadable.
“is this your boyfriend or —” the stranger trailed off, his jaw falling slack mid-sentence once he registered who the hell was actually in front of him. his blood ran cold and you had never seen such fear in another person’s eyes before. nothing like this. “y–you…boss!”
in an instant he was bowing obediently to giorno, both out of respect and a plead for mercy, knowing that you would inevitably tell him everything if he hadn’t already seen it. how he had insulted him. “is this man bothering you?” there was a subtle sharpness to his voice as he spoke, like he was struggling to hold back from saying or doing something stupid. he was far from pleased right now, but he couldn’t risk acting foolishly or upsetting you any more than you might already be.
“i’m fine,” you simply replied to the other man’s relief, and he let out a more than nervous chuckle. “i had no idea this was your partner, signore. believe me — i wouldn’t have—” the moment giorno raised his hand, however, the man was silenced, eyes practically bulging out from their sockets as he waited anxiously for whatever giorno would say.
“run along and make yourself useful.”
jolyne
this wasn’t really happening, right?
there was no way in hell someone was seriously hitting on you while she had turned her back for one moment to throw something in the trash. yet despite how many times she rubbed her eyes and blinked, the man in front of you didn’t disappear. rather, he was leaning in even closer to you with a toothy grin that made her skin crawl.
“you like japanese?” the guy practically purred, tilting his head a little in an attempt to be charming. it only made jolyne’s fists clench at her sides though. “there’s a new place open a few blocks away. meant to be good. wanna go?”
a strong hand wrapped around your wrist the moment the words left his mouth, and suddenly you were being tugged away from the man and beside jolyne instead. “hey, i dunno who you think you are but they’re taken.” it surprised you just how hostile her voice was, but then again — this was jolyne — and she’d be damned if anything threatened her relationship with you. you meant too much to her, and you knew that all too well.
“woah— i didn’t know!” the guy retorted with a frown. “jeez, woman. you don’t have to be so aggressive.”
oh, now she was more pissed.
“yeah? well you do now, so beat it.” she scowled like she was about to pounce at him while clinging to your arm like some attention-starved puppy all the same, dragging you in the opposite direction without a second thought because she really didn’t wanna have a back and forth with this guy right now.
“the nerve of some people,” she grumbled as the two of you walked off, her hold on you relaxing a little now that you were away from the guy. “if he ever tries to hit on you again, i’ll kick his ass.”
your amused laugh made her soften almost entirely, and a smile graced her lips in return, chuckling at her own behaviour. “it’s not funny. i’m serious, y’know.” she watched as you shook your head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her body leaning against yours more now.
“i know.”
johnny
lazy afternoons like these were always sweet, especially with johnny. the warm sun on your skin, the gentle breeze and the slow rhythm of everyday life. you hadn’t done much besides go for a short stroll with him, stopping at a market to buy some fruit that was now in season. the intimacy of doing such mundane things never failed to enchant you both.
“i’ll have two of those, please,” you asked the guy behind the stall, who nodded kindly and placed two fruits into a bag for you, handing them over once you paid. “grew them myself. they’ll taste great.” you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to be rude while tucking your change back into your pockets again.
“i don’t think i’ve seen you around before,” the man continued despite your lack of response. “you live around here?” giving him your politest smile, you nodded at his question. “i moved not too long ago.”
“ah, figures. think i’d remember a face like yours.”
you pause at that comment, eyes flickering to johnny who you had quite literally handed the fruit to, implying you had come together, before looking back to the face behind the stand. “i’m right here?” johnny frowned, clearly unimpressed with that little attempt at flirting, his hands clutching the bag on his lap in irritation.
“there’s a new play in theatre in town,” the man didn’t seem to care or acknowledge johnny whatsoever, which had his blood boiling in rage. “you like theatre? we could go sometime. on me.” the audacity this man had was beyond him, and he was stunned at what he was hearing and seeing before him.
“did i not just tay she’s taken?” johnny speaks up again, his voice a little rougher now, catching the attention of both the man’s now bored face and a few people nearby. “no, you didn’t.” the man deadpanned, making johnny snarl. “think you’re funny, huh?”
he reached over his laced his fingers with yours, shooting the guy the filthiest glare he could muster up before already beginning to push his wheels to drive him away. “let’s go already,” he grumbled, more than displeased with whatever this was. “before i punch this guy in the jaw.”
The train ride from Rome to Naples after Diavolo's defeat.
Shell shock meets adrenaline crash. I don't know if that's even a cope-tremble. I think Giorno might just actually be falling ill :(
Joestars will tell you they know a spot ans proceed to take you on a life altering journey that will change you and everyone around you permanetley, in which you will inevitably sacrifice yourself for the chance of your joestar being able to defeat the despicable force of evil in which it is the joestars fate to defeat.
thinking about how everything jean teased peter with through mj— feeling like there was holes in her memories, that she was connected to spiderman somehow, that she had a purpose she was missing— is what ned was GENUINELY going through
I already knew that guy was supposed to be MJ's boyfriend, but when he showed up talking all sweet to Ned i really thought they gave him a boyfriend (marvel if you're listening, please—
ofc you can add on!! Actually now I am encouraging everyone add on about loving their identities!! Tell me about your identity and how much you love it :]
I expected that movie to be a slow burn romance about reduscovering what you thought was lost. With an added villain to defeat and cool guns
I did NOT expect the movie to say ‘you are going to be drowning, your gonna be struggling to stay up for air, and it’s gonna hurt like shit. And you can not, let me stretch this CAN NOT let yourself forget about the people who love you. You can not let yourself drown and not even give others your hand so they can pull you out,’ i did not expect it to say ‘the bonds you make are what keeps you alive, not just romantic, your aunt, who died tragically, let her memory keep you afloat. Your bestfriend, who you used to sit around a build lego’s with and talk for hours on end, let the possibility of doing that again keep you afloat. The sister, the girl who’s drowning just like you, you two need to save eachother’
I did not expect ‘your worst tendecies will destroy not just you, but everyone you love, if you refuse to let yourself be cared about or remembered, the two people you value most will be endagered. If your policy is shoot everything you deem a threat, you may almost lose someone who means everything to you, if you lose yourself in a quest for revenge, eventually the only person to extend his hand to you will bleed out in your arms’
The movie grabbed and shaked you by the shoulders and said ‘YOU HAVE TO LET YOURSELF LOVE AND BE LOVED! IN ANYWAY, ROMANTIC, PLATONIC, FAMILIAL!!! I DONT CARE BUT LET YOURSELF BE LOVED FOR FUCKS SAKE’
peter using facebook marketplace to furnish his new place, so he checks it regularly. And one day, he sees someone selling a mixed bag of legos. And, yeah he’s broke and yeah he should be budgeting, but fuck man. At least this would be something to do in his room. at least this would remind him of the good times. And it’s cheap, five bucks for a big bag.
they give him the address. He recognizes it.
And it takes everything in him not to throw up when ned hands him a massive bag containing the pieces of some of the projects they’ve built together over the years. when Ned casually mentions that he’s moving for college so he can’t keep stuff around anymore.
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