#delusionalistwrites!

Sfw , fluff , established relationships , no gender mentioned so gn reader , pt1-6 jojos & part1-5 jofoes

i got way too burnt out so hopefully my writing didn't turn it funky because it's 12 characters.. see u in the next thousand years

THE JOJOS ! (Pt 1-6)

JONATHAN has picked up one of the cutest hobbies you could ever think a gentleman like him would take up. Making clay trinkets. He leaves those small, personal creations around the house like scattered petals that ground you when you're all over the place.

They vary from kittens, puppies, chubby birds and many more; when you think he's stopped since he's used every animal possible, a new one always pops up. He mostly places the trinkets on the shelves, nightstands, and bathroom countertops—so when you wake up, you're greeted by their soft smiles in the place of him! Though, it's not that he doesn't greet you first thing in the morning when you wake up—oh he'd die if he didn't. The trinkets just give you a second good morning from him.

He likes to paint them within a controlled palette that mainly consist of balanced pastels, and a few of your favourite colours too. The paint is visibly applied a bit messily on the little figurines—which he doesn't like, his big hands shake like a leaf when it comes to adding tiny details on something even tinier. But, it feels more sweeter that way. Your heart beams when you see his newest work.

His thumb prints are also noticeable if observed very close, like the clay decided to hold onto a part of his warmth. It makes you giggle when the mental image of him appears in your mind—eyes narrowed, brows knitted in stilled concentration while trying to paint a small white dot onto a figurine's eye. And that figurine is currently in the base of your palm, the eyes' highlight dots being bigger than the other one. It looks uneven, but real. Human in the perfect way.

When you hold them; you can feel his love radiating through their small figure. Now..there's an entire cabinet dedicated to the trinkets that are all neatly placed together; each week another is added, they are like a growing, little family.

JOSEPH once attempted to make a leather bound book because he was bored; but the moment you appeared and decided to join—it silently slipped as the starting of something special into his mind. His first handcrafted book..looked okay—the leather was somewhat.. falling apart, the strings that held the pages jutted out like it chose violence instead of obedience, and overall..the book didn't survive a week at most before crumbling. But you still held on it's.. whatever remained of it; telling him that it was one of the most precious things you had in your life!

And those words? it served as a point to try again but better—in Joseph's eyes least, he couldn't bare to see your somewhat saddened state. Alas; the once garrulous Joestar hushed himself into an almost unbelievable silence—his focus dead set on recreating his abomination of a first time handcrafted journal into a better, prettier, and hopefully studier version of it. Him suddenly becoming busy didn't go past your eyes though—sneaking in fleeting glances at his progressing crafts, which always makes you smile. And you decide to encourage him in quiet ways too—such as getting better leather to work with, stronger glue, and equipments that'll help ease his arduous work. He catches onto your small plan, but gaslit himself that this was still a secret. It wasn't. It was just his incessant, sickeningly sweet love for you.

When he was finally done after months of mastering binding skills—he wanted to come running to you similar to the manner of an overexcited puppy. But he had to keep it nonchalant though, that way the surprise is better tenfold. So he decided he'll give it to you on your nearing anniversary, little did he know—that you as well had made a book for him. It wasn't anything special however, in your mind; it was simply a thick book that had pictures and brief descriptions of all the books he had made to perfect his first one. It was a little bland, so you had a backup gift just in case. Surprised as you may be, he was utterly touched.

He shed genuine tears when you gave it to him. That is might have been one of the most treasured days in his life—the fact you made a book that was about his one-time hobby? Spending your time pasting the pictures, writing the materials used and who he gave it to? That dedication? For him? He's marrying you next. Occasionally he picks up the tedious hobby when he has some time to spare and might even teach his grandchildren too. And when they agree? There's suddenly some new crafted journals sitting comfortably on your desk. Each holding a distinct personality to them.

JOTARO likes to show you his personal journal that he writes in about all the stuff that occured at work. He never lets anyone even take a sniff of it; he shows it to you only because, one you're naturally curious on what a marine biologist does, and two he feels somewhat happy when his partner asks more about his job. He's genuinely elated to answer all of your questions; despite him having the worst resting bitch face. But there's always this tiny silp—either the corner of his lips curve up when he listens attentively to your ramble on a certain debate about marine animals or he turns to your direction before you even appear in his sight.

The Kujo would be over the moon to give you in-depth answers for some extra knowledge—but he's famous for not having a good way around his words. Plus, if he does answer; his words come in a monotonous, curt and dry tone. He sounds so dismissive and his heart sinks when he notices the gradual shift in your expression—he doesn't want to give the impression he doesn't care about your beliefs, he does genuinely. He's just shit at showing he cares. So he decides maybe written words would be able to convey what he actually wants to say, in a more softer way. So he leaves his journal around the house like a lost piece of him. At first, when you saw his conspicuous journal abandoned on the coffee table, you didn't mind it and never snooped into it. Maybe it's the third or fourth time the book is layed wide open, and that was when curiosity called causing you to read it.

Most of the cream pages are just inky scribbles of hastily jotted down notes—it's one in a million to actually find neat notes in it. Though overtime..you figured that the scribbles were just some new information he found about the marine animals. How? Because there's always a horrible, poorly drawn little doodle of the said animal next to it. It's baffling. Out of character for someone as tight as him (wait.. pause) . You speculated whether one of his colleagues drew them. But no, he drew them—the point proved itself when you visited his personal office, and caught him zoning out while doodling on a piece of research paper. His soul will literally ascend from his body if you call it out. So you didn't tell him, but let him know in your own ink. When the next time he opens the journal to revise some material; he freezes when he notices your own little doodle of the animal next to his one, and just in the middle—there's a mini heart. He melted from the cuteness. Star platinum giggled and kicked its feet like a little girl. Your last name is now Kujo.

JOSUKE never thought he would be the type of person who's most beloved hobby was baking; he was more on the wild and energetic side so naturally it should be sports. So imagine his bewilderment when he actually starts to develop a strong attachment to it. It started on a Monday evening, straight after school—you and Josuke were walking home together, idly chatting about homework and the events that occured at school. Okuyasu and Koichi wanted to get some ice cream so they couldn't tag along. When the two of you reached his house, he waltzed in and came out holding a box—a pastry box to be certain, it was literally filled to the brim with various desserts and sweet stuff that even the top of it bulged a little. You felt your teeth ache when looking at them—you asked him what's this for, he replied with a flustered “Uh yeah, y'know? Just wanted to try something new..I know you work hard and..I thought maybe some sweets will help burn off that exhaustion.” Your heart flipped a beat; but how were you even going to finish all of this? Surely you'll have to go to the dentist. It was really considerate of him to offer such sweetness for you, but lord he may have gone overboard with it. So yeah..your poor fridge.. it's destiny was to be stuffed with Josuke's baked goodies, it has everyone's condolences. After all, what do you know? Just because he baked once and saw your lopsided sweet smile, you thought it would be a one time thing. Strong nuh uh, Josuke would do the unthinkable for his loved ones, and you know he didn't stop there. It was only the mere sparkle that glinted in your eyes when you ate a cupcake in front of him, the twitch of your lips curving into a smile—yep, that was enough for him to dedicate his whole life to the hobby. You know the saying, “Cooking is art, Baking is science.” lets say our beloved higashikata just invented a new type of baking physics; chaos. At first, he low-key burns everything, and gets banned from the kitchen by his mom, though he's persistent! He sneaks in, makes something, it either comes out fresh or fossilized—Crazy diamond always flickers into reality behind him like a worried parent, it's like his stand knows when something goes right off a cliff. So do be surprised, when the food comes out burnt—he'll use his stand, who'll gladly take off the burnt bits and make it much more presentable.

He starts to gradually improve after the failed attempts, each one serving as a purpose to try again. His determination paired with your soft encouragement? His heart fills complete. He loves it when you praise him about his skills, and loves it when you tease him about his mistakes—it just makes everything more lighter for him. Seriously though, pleasepleaseplease compliment this cutie on his baked stuff and him; his pompadour genuinely poofs up a little when he hears your warm words. He'll be the happiest boy alive if you kiss him too as a thank you!!

GIORNO, due to his nature, tends to opt for more domestic hobbies that involve gardening or floriculture—anything that has Botany in it basically. At first, the idea of you two gardening together couldn't stick around long in his mind; his tedious work overshadowed it. But his observant self did take immediate note that he wasn't spending as much as time he would like to with you—which resulted in the two of you not engaging much. It wasn't because you were mad or something unpleasant came in the middle of the relationship; it was just silent understanding that came from you. Giorno was the mafia head of a large organisation, it was imminent that he soon was to be buried in papers and be called for long meetings, but the young blond wasn't fond of his lover becoming distant because of it.

To be really frank, you were taken aback at him proposing the idea of gardening; it sounded so foreign coming from someone who possessed endless power like him. But you remembered, you two were still youthful—so why not? You were happy to spend some time with your beloved. Even if body guards were hiding in every corner, it felt uneasy but hey, at least you and him are safe. Buying the items needed was easy; fertile soil, fertilizer, seeds, gardening equipment and some gloves. But the real pain in the ass was actually getting down for it; you were new but not that new, just a little inexperienced is all. Nothing a little flower pot couldn't do!

It was peaceful—serene even; both of you relaxed in eachother's presence, his taut muscles going soft when you speak. Giorno actually talked for the first in forever with you in a heartfelt conversation; he told you about everything that was going on, well, everything he could tell you—he didn't want you to know information that could possibly put your life in danger. Your arms would occasionally brush against his, fleeting touches—his eyes would be all over you when he had the chance, pupils dilated. It looked like he was lovesick. When you two were done, your clothes were admittedly dirtied by the soil but the two flowers that swayed in the wind together made it worth it. It was cut short unfortunately, Giorno had to leave to attend business that was not closed off properly; though he did make sure to give you a soft forehead kiss and state this little hobby will definitely not be once.

Thus, the two of you leisurely wasted your free time while growing and caring for the plants. He also would write the progress of each one in a custom journal—documenting the whole hobby in coffee tinted pages. You would go through it sometimes too; his handwriting was flowy and elegant, it was somewhat pleasing to see. Not to mention the gorgeous watercolor picture of the mentioned plant/flower on the bottom of the page. Your heart would flip a beat at how attentive he is to such a small hobby; and this journal had notes of what new things you discovered as well. Once in a blue moon, he'll read his notes to you in bed; it serves as a comforting bedtime story with his gentle voice.

JOLYNE Is a simple girl, yet she manages to still be the most unpredictable person to ever grace this earth at the same time. She loves to go on long walks with you in the early mornings so she could admire the tranquility when the earth awakes. It's a sharp clash with her chaotic nature—and that's what you love about your girl. Ass crack of dawn and you're hurled out of your bed because she wants to see the sun rise with you. She's pretty good around her words, polar opposite of her dad, and always manages to get a sleepy you to get up and walk with her. She's also likes to hold small mundane conversations with you while walking, hand in hand and her head resting on your shoulder. Sometimes she also brings some bread with her to feed the local ducks—its adorable seeing her giggle so much at the ducks flapping their wings and pecking at the pieces of bread.

It's sweet honestly, and it's a special bonding time for you and her. However, just because she's calm, doesn't mean her playfulness is gone—if she notices you're still in the sleepy zone, swinging from side to side like a zombie and barely even present in reality..she knows exactly what to do. It's not caffeine she gets you, it's the rushing climax of adrenaline. She plays tag with you, she knows it's childish but what's another way to get you up and about? Splashing ice cold lake water onto you would just get you sick.

And then, you chase her down while she's sprinting, laughs echoing from her and being noted by the still sleepy animals around. When you finally catch her, you don't just tap her back; you wrap your arms around her and lift her into the sky, and you'll see one of the biggest grins stretch across her flustered face. And right behind her, the sun has risen—giving her an otherworldly glow. God, how much you love her chaos is something people would never understand.

THE JOFOES ! (PT 1-5)

DIO... surprisingly has actually took up a hobby he's grown really attached to and, he's somewhat proud of his works that came from it. It's making wine. It complies with him—it's a hobby that's purely feeding off dedicated work and takes years for it grow more stronger, doesn't that sound a silver bit like him, an immortal vampire? Now what led him to this hobby is..the wines he buys just “doesn't suit my taste. You humans have it hard huh?”

At first, you dismissed his shenanigans—he was as eccentric as someone could be, he buys high quality wine yet complains about it; you can't relate to his rich problems. Though, you put out a comment into the air between you that stuck around for a while, “Dio I don't understand what your issue is..but all wines are the same, it's just the fermenting that decides everything.” then you went straight to bed; unaware that he for once gave thought to another person's words. Well, you're not ‘another person’ you're his lover—oh he'd actually be nailed shut in a coffin forever if he referred to you as that. He's egoistical and strange, not stupid.

And so, his small hobby slipped past your eyes—not that you actually took note of it, your vampiric lover was always up to something silly and evil somewhere. After some years, yes big time skip because Pucci sneezed. You're sitting at the dinner table, happily munching away at some delicious food while occasionally glancing at the new ring around your index finger. Dio was making something in the kitchen. You pause when he gently places a wine glass beside you, “Drink. Tell me what you taste.” He tilted his head, smirkingly. You looked back to the drink; you had to admit, the wine looked bizarre than the normal ones you would usually have. It looked blood red, and it swirled in the glass like a sentient being.

“Dio, there's no rat poison in this right?-”

“I will pour it down your throat if you don't stop talking.”

You hold the glass and took a generous slip, “Oh wow I didn't die.” Dio groaned, “You make me want to peel my skin off. What did l ask of you?” You chuckle, placing your hand onto his that was currently flat against the table, “I'm kidding. It tastes.. quite nice actually, Where'd you buy it?” Dio grins, fangs flashing you. You could see the way his pride puffed up, maybe he might continue with this hobby (he definitely did, he just likes keeping you in suspense)

Now, your lover has made practically every type of wine; rose wine, white wine, red wine, sparkling wine, literally make something up and he has already made it two times. Which also means, you can and will never suggest to go buy some wine from the store because the ones fermenting will take another century—if you do, his face will twist into the most nastiest scowl. He's such a tsundere male wife.

KARS, similar to his nurturing nature towards animals, was elated to take in the idea of fostering young kittens and puppies, occasionally taking injured elderly cats and dogs under his wing. Honestly, when you two got together; you were baffled at how a man as serious, stoic and commanding as him could be this affectionate and attentive towards animals. It's one of the things that admittedly, caused you to fall in love with him. “Its different. I harbour hatred towards humans, not innocent animals.” Would be his response to all your questions. He's probably been doing this fostering thing for a long time, way before you even learnt of his existence.

All the neighbourhood animals would flock to him if he steps outside—at least 4/5 of them were cared by him before being released when they reached good health, the rest saw him as someone who was trustworthy. Sometimes, you would even catch him being suffocated by a bunch of fluffy cats; all of them would be curled up against his cheek, neck, a sliver of his warm skin was occupied by them. He's severely allergic to cats mind you that. Yet he'll dismiss your concerns; he can sneeze and flip his nose out later, he reasons with you that stray cats don't get enough love that they truly deserve.

He's an animal lover even if it'll kill him—so he's really emotional when he passes by that godforsaken animal shelter that has all those poor things trapped in cages. He does his best to give all of those elderly and young ones the best love he can offer—the real heartbreak is when another person adopts them. He knows he can't keep them forever and they deserve a proper home; but it's bittersweet for him to see one of them get taken.

You have to comfort him and stay by his side during that time—he always grows a strong attachment to them every time knowing they won't be with him forever.. he's just signing up for even more heartbreak when he fosters another. He can't help it really, it's due to his altruistic nature. And his goal is to only give them kindness no one showed and nurse them to be strong; after that, he can only hope they live a better life in a new family. Please don't leave him alone when a pup or kitten gets adopted, it's overwhelming for him but your presence gives a drastic change in his demeanour and lightens his thoughts.

KIRA on the weekends, prefers to tidy up the house. Normally, he would do the house chores alone; solemn in his own silence, so he was ambivalent when you offered to help. At first, he strongly denied your request, politely of course. He makes some random excuse out of his ass and manages to make it sound plausible. So you didn't press on it much—quietly attending to your personal duties while he did his. But, you would also sometimes pop in and help him in very indirect ways—such as leaving the washcloth near him when he's doing the dishes, straightening the bedsheets when you get up so he doesn't have to, spray a tiny bit of his favourite scent onto his ironed clothes, etc. He's watchful so your helping wasn't secret; but he didn't comment on it, actually he sort of was happy when he noticed it.

The two of you help in your own personal, soft ways— Killer queen on the other hand, is a polar opposite of it's user. It's mandatory that it has to knock something over or mess a perfectly smooth bedsheet. Why? Because one, it's literally a cat stand, you might need to seek professional help if you think cats are quiet, living decorations—they are quite literally fueled by feline floofiness, a kibble in the place of a braincell, and calculated insanity and silliness their ancestors have carried for eons. They judge. Lick their paws pensively. Flick their tails in ways that say “I'm gonna piss on your carpet and then demand treats because you can't resist me.” Two, since it's a cat stand, it hates when everything is way too fixed. Something has to be placed in a disorganised manner to make the house normal in it's eye. He loathes it. You expect it. Killer queen is satisfied with yet another broken vase and a scratched couch.

Since stands reflect their user's mental strength; it's pretty expected that your lover also has the instincts of a cat too. You'd catch him staring at a glass of water that's conveniently placed on the edge of a table, you can see him fighting the feline urge to knock it over. Other times you notice he absentmindedly kneads on soft pillows when he's on the couch or on the bed—it'll start low, unnoticed, then his fingers sink into the cotton and then relax. Soon, the action starts to take place; he's officially making imaginary biscuits on YOUR sleeping pillow. What a man.

DIAVOLO, unexpectedly of him, loves to see you and his daughter bond on outings. I feel like he would just admire the lovely sight of you two chatting, picking outfits to buy, testing scents of perfumes, or eating. His heart just feels warm and content—seeing both of his most treasured and loved ones be together like this is something he would rip the world in half if anyone dares to take it away from him. He would love to join your weekly routine of bonding; hell, sometimes he would even daydream about it when he's signing papers. Alas, his work is biting his hair off so he sadly isn't present most of the time. But when he is available, even for a short period of time; he makes the best out of it!

DOPPIO will always choose the location, when it's decided; he'll make sure to ask with you and Trish if it's a good spot, clarify with his boss if it's safe and then all three of you go. As everyone might know, Trish doesn't have that much of a good relationship with her father—so you made it your duty to heal the gaps. You always urge him to go on and talk with her more—making sure that both Doppio and Diavolo spend equal amounts of time with her. Diavolo was the first to notice what you were trying to do, Doppio learnt of it and gushed about how sweet you are to his boss. To be frank, both of them were sincerely touched by your considerate acts—their heart(s) physically are unable to hold the love they have grown for you. He always tries his very best to make sure he's on topic with Trish's likes, after all teens jump from one like to another faster than he can gather it. Each time, he learns something new about her and he's truly happy to listen to her rambles on it.

With your help and his keen cooperation, their relationship started to grow a tad bit closer during those special outings. It's sweet, really.

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Can you tell l had a shit ton of fun with the title (sarcasm, I was discombobulated) I messed up diavolos part so bad I might have to shave my head bald.

Edit; GAH I SKIMMED OVER THE PARAGRAPHS, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE INCONSISTENCY I WAS LOCKED IN- plus midway the sad realization there's a word limit in tum sank in so I went a little crazy there.