JoJo Fluff & Stuff

Started: 05.27.20 Last Updated: 5.29.20 Total Number of Works: 314 

I’m alive, just overwhelmed and overworked. I’ll be back eventually, if this school year doesn’t kill me.

Henlo bean! Here you go! 

“You’ve really gotta learn how to tone down that temper,” Jotaro mutters to you, just barely audible and you might have missed it if his voice didn’t cut through the awkward silence that envelops you both as he disinfects the cuts on your knuckles. 

“I don’t expect you to understand, Mr. Punch anyone who looks at you funny,” you snap back, hissing slightly as the alcohol stings your knuckles. He chuckles lightly, looking up at you seriously before shaking his head and continuing his work. A frown works its way onto his lips as you wince again and pull away from him instinctively. 

“Hush and give me your hand, you baby,” he scolds, taking your hand again before he continues to clean, kicking open the cabinet with his foot as he prepares to search for bandages. 

“Ya know, I could take out some of this rage on you, you’re lucky I love you so much,” you tease, drawing back in confusion at the look of disgust he gives you. 

“You seriously think I couldn’t take you? You remember who pulled you off that poor asshole back there, right?” he sneers and you bite your lip in anger as you realize he is teasing you and that look was just him trying to push your buttons. 

“You seriously think I didn’t take it easy when I felt it was you?” you hiss at him, only to break character and laugh when he gives you the most comical eyebrow raise you’ve ever witnessed. “Fine, fine… at least let me heal these babies before I have to stick up to you and win my honor back…” you acquiesce. 

Here you go bean! <3

Jotaro

Jotaro is not quite the type to drink excessively, but on rare occasions, he permits himself to have the freedom of a night out. He still never gets used to the familiar, yet unwelcome sensation of being hungover. Never one to complain, however, he just bears it in silence, but you can tell he isn’t feeling quite himself. The way his shoulders are extra slumpy, the quiet groans each time there’s a noise above an acceptable hangover level, the way he hisses slightly when you open the curtains - as you do every morning, to let some light into the house. 

“You hungover?” you ask, careful to keep your voice down, but ready to dote on your grump of a boyfriend as he nods miserably. He doesn’t deign to tear his eyes away from the screen - he will suffer in silence rather than shirk his work - but you can tell by the way he leans into your side when you stand next to where he’s seated that he isn’t totally opposed to your care. You make sure that he drinks lots of water for the rest of the day, bring him some aspirin, and eventually, once he finishes work that has a deadline you convince him to join you on the sofa, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets with some light snacks nearby that won’t upset his stomach too much. 

Josuke

For all his bluster and bragging, Josuke does not handle his alcohol well. He is forever dealing with upset tum and you’ll never forget the first night you guys went drinking as a couple and you had to hold his hair as he got sick on the walk home. You try to police his drinks nowadays, but something about that childish pout always manages to win out - no matter what he wants. 

Josuke will NOT leave bed the day after if he’s hungover. He is a whiny boy and he practically begs you to bring him water - threatening to kick your butt if you try to get him to eat literally anything. When you bring him juice instead, to keep his blood sugar up, he rolls over to bury his face in a pillow claiming that you’re trying to kill him. 

REFUSES to take anything from you or even have an actual conversation until you bring him a glass of water. He is a mastermind when it comes to getting his way. Once he has the coveted water in hand, however, he loves to be doted on and cared for. He isn’t afraid to ask either. “Baby, pet my hair,” he’ll beg with his head resting in your lap. It’s a rarity with him so you take the chance while his hair is down. If you stop or get distracted he’ll pout and if you fail to notice in an acceptable amount of time he will accuse you of neglect. 

Giorno

Giorno, like Jotaro isn’t huge on alcohol, but when he is hungover he isn’t the type to make a big deal about it. He owns up to it, but at the same time, his decisions led him here, so he’s going to take care of it accordingly. He will relent and let you bring him some things - he’s not unreasonable and he does feel icky - but he refuses to let you go overboard, offering to pay for takeout rather than have you cook for him. 

He refuses to eat anything solid for the day, instead ordering his favorite soup from a local shop and making sure that there’s plenty of things for you to enjoy on the order as well. He refuses to let you pay for anything, but soon after the food arrives he tries to stand and serve himself, but feels a bit sickly and weak. After you get him to take a seat, promising him that you don’t mind taking care of him, in fact you enjoy it, he accepts your help, but draws the line at being fed by you. He can use a spoon, dammit. 

Jolyne

Jolyne is a partier, much to her father’s chagrin. She is forever getting way too drunk, puking, passing out on people’s couches, but she reigns it in once she meets you. She doesn’t drink as often, but when she does she’s a pain to be around hungover. She is whiny and demanding, but not in a necessarily rude way, she will just keep repeating your name until she gets your attention and a glass of water. 

Josuke, since he’s the one on my list! 

In a precarious balancing act, Josuke is trying to use his phone flashlight to see the lock on the door so that he can gain entrance to the apartment. He’s glad at least, that you took his words to heart about deadbolting the door, especially when you’re home alone. He finally manages to slip his key into the lock, turning the knob delicately as to not make too much noise as he steps into the entryway. It’s late. Much later than he had intended to work, but he had a few last minute reports to type up at the police station before he could go home. They were technically due yesterday, but ever the procrastinator he had forgotten and gotten an earful when he clocked in for his shift. 

He’s hyper-aware of his heavy footsteps as he puts his wallet, keys, and hat on the counter. He quietly kicks off his shoes as he tiptoes into the kitchen, starving after missing dinner and losing a battle to the finicky vending machine at the station. He peeks into the fridge, sending you a silent thank you as he spies the tupperware from tonight’s dinner. He pops it in the microwave, searching the dishwasher for a fork before taking the food out prematurely and shoveling a forkful into his mouth. 

He makes his way into the living room after grabbing a glass of water and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he finds you curled up on the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket, your phone left discarded nearby on the floor where your hand is resting. A small smile creeps onto his lips as he realizes you are deep in sleep - most likely having waited up for him. He takes a seat on the chair nearby you, admiring how cute you are while he finishes his dinner. You stir, looking around disoriented for a moment before your eyes land on your boyfriend. He gives you a wide grin, patting his lap. You hop up from where you are, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders before crawling into his lap happily, snuggling against him. 

“Hey babe,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “You know you didn’t have to wait up for me, right?” he asks, placing his tupperware container on the end table before wrapping his arms around you. 

“I missed you…” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lets out a small chuckle, lifting you with him as he stands. He carries you into the kitchen where he puts his dish in the sink before making his way to the bedroom. He pushes the bedroom door open with his foot, stooping to place you in the bed before pulling away to get ready for bed. You cling to him, whining childishly. 

Here you go, bean! Hope you like it <3

Josuke is all confidence and bravado until he feels even a twinge of attraction or affection for someone. He then becomes the most uncoordinated and silly mess of words imaginable. When he first realizes that what he feels for you is more than friendship, he becomes awkward and blushes nearly constantly! There’s a shift in your relationship, but he still tries to keep up his image, as best as he can. 

He thinks he’s smooth, but you’ve caught him eyeing you more than once. Your arms, hips, and the one time you caught him staring at your butt you were both silenced for more than five minutes; stammering and trying to keep the conversation going, but both VERY distracted for obvious reasons. Not to say that you haven’t been giving him the same looks. The way his hip juts out when he’s telling Oku off for saying something he doesn’t agree with, or the way his lips pout just barely as he says goodbye to you each time. 

He’s careful in his progression of affection and even more careful with his words around you, but he does let slip a couple things every once in a while. He caught you right before you tripped once and as you looked up to thank him with a small gasp still on your lips, he blushed profusely before nodding and muttering “c-cute…” to himself - a muttering that you heard and had your head reeling with all kinds of ideas as you witnessed that trademark pout return to his kissable lips. 

His confession is sweet, yet embarrassing as he struggles to find exactly the right words. He had rehearsed it over and over in the mirror, nearly got into a fight with his mom when she witnessed him and started asking far too many questions about you, but somehow, faced with your cute, irresistible face, he has a hard time stringing together a thought, yet alone his rehearsed speech. It doesn’t take long for you to catch on though and as you reach out to take his hand he loses the ability to speak altogether, staring at you dumbfounded. 

Hello! It’s just me here, but thank you! I hope you enjoy!! 

You were curled up in a protective ball far away from your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, your plan to get out of bed and beat him out the door had failed, you feel him stir next to you and reach over to place a hand on your shoulder before freezing. You swallow the lump in your throat. Seeing him hesitant to touch you just drives home how nasty last night’s fight actually was. It seems silly now, but in your heart you knew what you had said needed to be put out there. He was so clueless sometimes when it came to your feelings and a few late nights of him returning well past midnight had planted some pretty ugly and paranoid thoughts in your head. 

You knew he was most likely finishing up a report about the latest tide recordings or some little thing he was researching, but there was just a nagging in your mind that wouldn’t go away without being aired out. Jotaro did not take kindly to your insinuations, however, and had lashed back pretty badly. Something about you not being the center of the universe and that he has other responsibilities too. Not exactly the “I only have eyes for you” you were expecting, but that was typical for Jotaro. Much like he isn’t the type to cheat - and you know that deep down - he isn’t the type to get all sappy and reassuring when you’re feeling neglected either. 

You hadn’t realized yet that tears were flowing again, too distracted by your thoughts, but after a ragged intake of breath shook you back to reality, you felt that hesitant hand fall solidly on your shoulder. His long fingers grasped at you gently, but firm enough to tug you against his chest as he nuzzled against your neck. You can’t help but cry even more at the thought of how intimate and caring he is. Why can’t this be the thing you call to mind when that paranoia hits? Why does it always have to be him with someone else… 

“Sorry…” he murmurs simply, the soft press of his lips against your shoulder conveying his true feelings more than his words. You manage to escape his grasp enough to turn over and face him. Snuggling right back against him, but this time with a good view of his face. Jotaro is not one to pout, but the slight downward tilt in his lips is about as close as he gets and you melt at the sight, pressing a kiss to his cheek and smiling in return. He looks at you sweetly, a hint of moisture in his eyes that tells you all you need to know. 

“I know. You’re a jerk, but you’re my jerk. I shouldn’t have even brought that up last night-” 

“No, you needed to say it. I needed to hear it. If something is bothering you, especially if it's something I can help with, you should tell me. You shouldn’t be afraid to share anything with me, but reacting like that, is exactly why you would be…” he begins to ramble, his words falling into a deep thought. 

“I shouldn’t have said it in such an accusatory way. I didn’t mean to accuse you, I just… the way it looks.. The way it makes my mind wander… I don’t know..” you answer, eyebrows furrowing as you try to explain exactly why you felt the way you did.