can i pls get hcs for johnny and gyro getting cuteness aggression for their gf because shes just an absolute sweetheart and clueless about the effect she has on them !!! absolutely love your work btw!!!
Johnny and Gyro getting cuteness agression for Fem! Reader
a/n: steel ball run is in a few hours chat this is it, i'm shaking in excitement. just a little something to keep the hype going, more than it already is lol.
Johnny Joestar
- he has to pause whatever he was doing the second you open your mouth to comment your two cents on anything.
- your voice was too sweet, your eyes looked at him with curiousity and that smile of yours warmed his heart.
- it made him angry. not in the sense where he's irritated and wants you to die. but he wants to pinch your cheeks and take a bite out of you.
- you're just so stinkin' cute.
- you could be talking about absolutely nothing and he's staring at you in awe, before reaching out to touch your cheek.
- "johnny..?" you were clueless, letting out a small whine when he pinched a bit of your skin that he had between his fingers.
- "you're adorable." he mumbled, giving you another pinch before patting the top of your head as if you were some kind of dog. "keep talking, don't mind me.."
- his heart would flutter whenever you lend a helping hand or compliment him on the works that he's done. you were so sweet and incredibly cute, too much that he needs a moment to pause. you're too perfect.
- his face remains somewhat stoic whenever you do something he found to be adorable (i.e sticking your tongue out in concentration, pouting your lips, laughing full heartedly) its like he internally gushes.
Gyro Zeppeli
- he likes to tease you and point it out.
- he also just wouldn't take you seriously, even if you were being serious. because all he can think about is how cute you sound.
- "you think anybody's gonna take you seriously, sweetheart? lookin' like that?" he eyed you up and down.
- "like what??" you placed your hands on your hips and he could only laugh at your face.
- he bites your cheek, like actually nibbles on you and you have to pry him off. he can't help it, especially when it's a quick way for you to zip it as he indulges your antics.
- other times he might even mock you for those cute reactions you get, and then snicker some more when you're clueless and staring at him.
- calls you "miss ninny" because you're so silly and you make him laugh because of your naivety
- wants to squeeze you and he gestures about squishing you with both hands to johnny, who, isn't amused about it at all. especially when he's doing it behind your back and you dont even notice.
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a/n- yes i know the big tsundere baddie being fucking sub?? Aint no way in HELL. but like bro… let me imagine ‘kay? Im scared of this being OOC but like who cares its TUMBLR everything is OOC. and also who wouldnt wanna see a big muscular man beg on his knees till he’s on the verge of crying??? Cause I know I would. ok byee!
Jotaro slams the door open, walking with pep in his step like he had important business to attend to. Taking off his coat and shoes, quickly and urgently.
“hey ‘jo, how was the researc-“
You were interrupted by a warm, enveloping body of a certain muscle man, pushing his body against yours as his hands found their way to your waist.
He nuzzled his head into your neck, breathing and sniffing your shampoo like it was about to fade away.
“Fuck, I missed you… I missed this.” He replied out of breath, his hands wrapping around your waist now, hugging you tight like a body pillow.
You were used to this, his clingyness had always been overboard when he came back from missions.
You chuckled softly, stirring a pot of his favorite food as he swayed you left and right. “You didn’t answer my question?”
“mm, let me savor this..” he groaned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and giving you that funny ticklish feeling.
You giggle, “I made your favorite,” you run a hand through his hair as he pressed soft kisses on your neck.
He groaned deeply, “keep doing that..” he leaned into your touch, almost like a cat.
“What’s up with you today? You’re… needy” you raise a brow, he was more touchy then usual. Better for you more then you’d like to admit.
“Very..” His voice was low, his hands slid down hesitantly to your hips, about to turn you over to face him. When you stopped him.
“Tsk tsk tsk, nuh uh.” You waved your finger at him like he was a misbehaving dog. You gave a stern look from behind.
“Good grief…” he looked at you almost desperate, sighing in disappointment.
“…please?” His voice went up an octave.
You turn your body crossing your arms over your body, and giving him that same stern look. “After. Dinner.”
As if he couldn’t wait any longer he clenched his fists, like he was holding back. Biting his lower lip in frustration. “Woman, pleas-“
“Either that or beg,” you turned around, not leaving any room for discussion. You sighed, continuing to stir the pot as you felt his presence lingering behind you. You hummed softly, fully ignoring him.
Thud.
The sound was directly behind you, like a soft thud of something falling. You turn around fully expecting to see a fallen object but..
He was on his knees..!?
Jotaro looked up at you, gripping the fabric on his pants tightly. The look in his eyes was so… hot. Like of course the iconic nonchalant face, but instead his eyes had something more. His eyes were staring so intensely with determination but also desperation. Like he needed you.
“Want me to beg still?” His face was red, his eyes watery and looking down his crotch had something visibly protruding out of it.
You looked down at him, speechless. Jotaro was actually begging.. on his knees. And.. you liked it..? You smirked.
“Beg,” you repeated in a whisper.
Jotaro looked at you hesitantly, hoping to god you were joking. When he saw your anticipation he sighed reluctantly. Dropping down to your feet, and pressing kisses at your ankles and calves. Every now and then you’d hear a deep “..please.” Leaving his mouth in moans.
Your hand immediately flies to the counter behind you to balance your self, as he lifts your foot off of the ground and kisses it gently, praising you and your body like you were a goddess right before him. His eyes never left yours, keeping intense eye contact like his life depended on it, never wanting look away.
”..so?” Jotaro looked up at you in expectation.
Fake pondering, You rubbed your chin, humming in thought. “Hmmm how about no?”
“Quit teasin”
Your shrug turning back around, smiling to yourself mischievously.
He looked at you betrayed, almost like he wanted to punch the shit out of himself, for acting like a fool. But it was quickly masked with a soft smile. He tilted his hat down as he got up. “The things I do for you woman..” he sighs
You giggle “And you would do it again wouldn’t you?”
A pregnant pause
“..yes I would”
a/n- IS THIS GOOD?? I swear I've been feeling weird about my writing lately.
how the joestars act when they realise they have a crush on you ⋆˙
✮⋆˙ jonathan
Jonathan’s crush is painfully obvious. somehow he manages to become more of a gentleman than he already is — holding doors open for you, offering you his jacket when you’re cold, walking you home no matter how late it might be — he has to make sure you’re safe, after all! he’ll make sure to go out of his way to prove his feelings for you are true while still remaining polite. you’ll notice his feelings quickly, though, by the way his eyes soften when you smile at him, or how his ears go red when your soft hand brushes his. he really is a lovefool, especially for you.
✮⋆˙ joseph
it’s honestly a little hard to tell if joseph likes you that way with how he pretends it’s all a joke — flirting loudly, teasing you shamelessly and playing stupid pranks on you — but the moment you flirt back it becomes obvious how he feels. he’ll stumble over his words and suddenly become all clumsy, a far cry from his usual confident self. he just loves making you laugh and will do whatever he can to hear that sweet sound, but you don’t miss the way he scowls when anyone else gets too close or finds a way to make you chuckle the way he should.
✮⋆˙ jotaro
when jotaro has a crush, it’s subtle enough that one might not pick up on it right away — but anyone that knows him well enough will find that it’s obvious. he’s never too far — lingering in your space and standing closer to you than anyone else. he never complains when you rant, choosing to listen and maybe even give you advice, and he’ll wordlessly look to help you with anything like it’s nothing. honestly, he himself doesn’t realise it at first, but when he does come to terms with the fact that he likes you, he’ll get frustrated with himself — with the way his look always lingers a little too long, and how he gravitates towards you without thinking.
✮⋆˙ josuke
when josuke realises he likes you, he starts to find excuses to be near you at all times — walking to school and home together, movie nights at his place, inviting you to hang out with him and his friends. and they all notice how he smiles more when you’re around, how he laughs much easier and how he so desperately has to hide his blush when you get too close or compliment him. he just loves hanging out with you, and he doesn’t shy away from letting you know that, doing what he can to make you feel included and comfortable around him.
✮⋆˙ giorno
if giorno has a crush on you, he’s calm about it on the surface, but the way he acts towards you — the subtle and natural gestures — leave everyone assuming you’re a couple when you really aren’t. he studies you carefully when you aren’t looking, memorises your habits, your likes and dislikes, the way you fix your hair all without being asked to. he shows you his affections in the same quiet way: offering you things before you realise you need them, finding small (but respectful) ways to touch you, and making little flowers bloom around you just to watch your face light up. he may not be the loudest when it comes to expressing it, but his crush is deep and unwavering.
✮⋆˙ jolyne
jolyne is probably the most open of her feelings for you, alongside joseph — always finding ways to flirt with you so unapologetically — touching you so casually, teasing you and showing you that playful side of her personality that sometimes makes it hard to tell if she’s serious. she’ll always show you that she is, though, because she likes you knowing that she’s interested in you — especially when you flirt back with her. friendly or not, she adores having your attention on her, and she makes that very clear with how often she wants to see you and how frequently she calls you.
taking care of jotaro kujo's curly hair (˶>⩊<˶)
an extract of jotaro letting himself be soft and clingy with you
cw: none! just pure and heartwarming fluff, art by 0309Flip on twitter
You've been dating him for four years. Four whole years. You share an apartment, you travel together, you sleep together, he hugs you and allows himself to be vulnerable with you. And you never knew that your boyfriend, the man you see a future with, god, the man you want to marry... has the most beautiful and shiny dark curls.
He always wears them hidden in those ugly caps you don't really try to take them off at this point, it's like his head is glue to them. Maybe they are with all the hair gel he likes to wear. Jotaro only kept one single curls falling on his forehead, Superman style, and you thought that was just made because of the gel. You didn't expect all those beautiful curls all over his head.
"Jotaro," you call him that night, leaning on the bathroom sink while he was putting his pajamas on. "Come here."
He obeys at the moment, coming through the bathroom door shirtless and with his tartan pants. He looks at all the products you usually use for your own hair displayed on the sink and a water spray.
"Sit down," you say, letting him sit on the toilet lid, looking around at you and all the hair care products.
"What is this about?" Jotaro opens his legs so you can stay up between them.
"You're hiding things from me." You point your finger right in the middle of his chest making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"What..."
You tilt your head at him, smiling softly as your finger stays pressed against his chest. "You have curls, Jotaro. Real ones. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
He blinks once, then lets out a quiet sigh. "It's not a big deal. They get messy. I just gel them down."
"But they're beautiful," you whisper, stepping a little closer between his legs. Your hands rest gently on his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his warm skin. "Let me take care of them tonight. Please?"
Jotaro looks away for a second, jaw tight, but you know that expression. He's not mad, just a little embarrassed. He sighs again, deeper this time. "You're going to make a mess."
"I won't. I promise I'll be careful," you say, leaning in to press a ligth kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And if you hate it, you can put the cap back on right after. But I think you're going to like it."
He stays quiet for a moment, then grumbles under his breath. "Fine. Don't take too long."
You beam at him and reach for the spray bottle first, misting his hair gently until it's damp. He closes his eyes, letting you work, though every few minutes he makes a small comment.
"This feels weird," he mutters when you start scrunching the water out with a towel.
"Shh, it feels great," you answer softly, running your fingers through his curls to separate them. They're softer than you imagined, dark and springy, already starting to bounce back into shape.
You move through your routine carefully: a little leave-in conditioner, some curl cream smoothed in section by section, then a light gel to hold everything without making it crunchy. He sighs again when you twist a few pieces around your finger to encourage the definition.
"You're doing too much" he says, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at his lips now.
"Maybe i am," you reply, meeting his eyes for a second. "Because it's you."
The bathroom fills with the quiet sound of your hands working through his hair and the occasional soft comment from him. "That part's always the worst in the morning," he admits once, pointing to the back of his head where the curls usually flatten under his cap.
By the time you're done, you step back and grab the diffuser, gently drying everything until his hair looks full and alive. When you finally turn him toward the mirror, your breath catches.
His curls are perfect. Shiny, defined, falling in soft, dark spirals that frame his face just right. One piece still drops over his forehead like always, but now it looks intentional, romantic even. They catch the light with a healthy glow, bouncy and full of life.
Jotaro stares at his reflection for a long moment, he reaches up, touching one curl carefully scared to mess them up.
"See?" you say, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "They're gorgeous. You're gorgeous."
He lets out one last sigh, but this one sounds different, almost fond. His hand finds yours on his stomach and squeezes gently. "Maybe they're not so bad." He turns in your arms so he's facing you, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you."
a/n: i love love love his curls I LOVE EM
a/n 2: do we like this new layout mmmm
Helping Ceaser draw on his little pink triangles on his cheek and put his headband on for him (after a smooch on his forehead ofc)
Helping polneraff, kakyoin and jotaro do their hair (while in their lap possibly)
Stressing out while doing josuke's hair not wanting to mess it up but him trusting you anyways
Kira and fugo getting their tie tied and a little check kiss like kiras stand in wife in pt4
Helping Bruno with his little braid and hair clips
Putting on abbacchios lipstick for him (TESTING IF ITS SMUDGE PROOF)
Trying to help narancia put on his headband wrap thing (it seems like it's tied so weird and would be a nightmare to put on for me)
This is literally just copied from my notes app so I'm sorry if it's hard to understand. Just ask me questions if you need to I got post notifications on, a phone addiction and no shame so I'll probably answer fast
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Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous - Multi Character x Reader
A/N - 🍒 Anon I am still very amused that you were actually not asking for all of them HAHAHAHA But I did all but Narancia because I couldn't think of ANYTHING for him and I feel so bad... Thank you so much for the request this was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I warned y'all about the word count hehehe...
Cuore Mio - My heart
Amore - Love
Vita Mia - My life
Tesoro - Treasure
Cara - Dear
The song used for Josuke is That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 11000 Yeah that is not a typo...
Warning - Non sexual intimacy, some suggestive language in a few of them.+ A bunch of kissing lmao.
Caesar -
The sun is gentle as it streams through the open curtains, warming your skin faintly as you wake with a content sigh on your lips.
Caesar’s arm tightens slightly around your waist when he feels the way you shift away while he sleeps, almost trying to keep you as close as possible even though he isn’t even conscious.
You don’t dare to attempt to move again from your comfortable spot by his side as he breathes faintly against your throat, knowing if you wake him up or he gets up with you not by his side he’ll get… Insanely pouty.
“Stop thinking cuore mio, it’s too loud.”
His low tired voice startles you slightly as his lips press against your skin, moving to leave a trail of faint kisses against the column of your throat.
“How did you even know I was awake…”
He doesn’t answer, laughing against your skin instead, pulling you closer to his body as his fingers thrum against your stomach rhythmically…
There’s no way.
“Caesar… Were you using Hamon in your sleep?”
“No… I would never…”
You laugh in disbelief as you turn your head to look at him, only for him to already be watching you with a lazy grin on his face, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before glancing back up with a light blush.
“You’re insane, Caesar.”
“You’re beautiful.”
He’s always so much flirtier in the morning when he wakes next to you, hands gentle as he traces light patterns on your skin with a sweet smile.
“Will you shower with me, amore?”
“Will you keep your hands to yourself this time?”
“Of course I will.”
He doesn’t.
He never does…
But the sweet look on his face when he pulls you closer to him under the cascading water makes you not mind so much, your hands nudging him back so you can try to grab the body wash.
“Love… I can’t get my stuff if you just pull me back in.”
“That’s unfortunate, you’ll just have to stay here with me forever then.”
His eyes are relaxed as he looks down at you, fingers brushing your ribs as he leans to kiss you lazily, a content hum in his throat when you lean into him more.
Maybe staying like this for a little while longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
When you do eventually make him pull away from you so you can wash your hair he pouts immediately, a small huff on his lips as he turns and lets you run your fingers though his hair, a complaint on his lips as your nails rake against his scalp.
“You wound me, amore… You won’t even let me look at you, what am I…”
It’s immediately cut off with a low whine when you pull his hair, a blush resting on his cheeks as he stops talking in embarrassment and lets you keep massaging the shampoo into his hair before kissing his shoulder and rinsing it out fully.
“You can look back at me now, you’re so dramatic, my love.”
He’s pouting slightly still when he looks back at you, not lasting long when a giddy smile pulls at his lips again just from seeing you.
A kiss pressed to your cheek as he turns the water off and helps you out with gentle hands before pulling you close to him again with a laugh when you try to pull away and reach for the towel before you get cold.
“Love… Do you really want Joseph to come looking for you?”
“Amore, if he even dares to come in here…”
He sighs anyways and lets you pull away, you both know what Joseph is like. His eyes watch you intently as you wrap the towel comfortably around you before you hand him one with a sweet smile and pulling him out of the room.
But him complying never lasts very long.
“Love… Please sit so I can dry your hair…”
“But you’re so warm, vita mia.”
His arms are wrapped around you as you stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, his chest resting against your back as he leans his head into your throat. Your fingers gently pull his hands from against your stomach so you can get him to sit down for you.
But you should have moved quicker when he finally sits, a huff falling from him as you push him into the seat carefully.
The grin on his face widening as he drags you down onto his lap with a little laugh when you glare playfully down at him, you can’t help the twitch of your lips as you sigh and relax against him.
“Will you help me today, tesoro?”
“You ask me that every day…”
“Would you like me to stop?”
He leans in softly to press his lips to yours with a gentle hum, leaning away as he pulls you closer and reaches over onto the dresser to grab his eyeliner.
“Don’t you dare… I like doing your makeup.”
He watches you settle against him lazily as you take the pencil from him, holding his face in your hand so he doesn’t move while you put it on.
But you know better.
He leans in immediately to kiss you the second you move closer before you pull away slightly with a knowing glare, a soft sigh on your lips when you kiss him quickly anyway, just once. Not that he doesn’t try to keep you pressed against him with a pitiful whine when you don’t let him kiss you again.
“Stop moving. Let me do these first…”
“I’ll try my best. You’re just too tempting, amore.”
You exhale lightly as you focus, making sure that his little triangles are straight as you lean back to check them with each other before fixing the one on the right with a faint hum.
“Okay… All done.”
“No, don’t move yet…”
“Caesar, we have training soon.”
He doesn’t let you move anyway with a groan in protest when you try to, leaning in to kiss you softly even though he knows your lipstick will transfer again.
When he pulls back you can see the light smirk on his now stained lips, waiting patiently with a sad look on his face. Rolling your eyes as you cup his jaw in your fingers and lean up slightly to kiss his forehead before pulling away, making him grin.
“You’re so dramatic.”
Polnareff -
You can’t help the grin pulling at your lips as you watch Polnareff brush his hair after his shower, pout evident on his face while he tries to detangle it before catching your eyes in the mirror.
“Mon amour… Are you laughing at me?!”
“No no no no! I wasn’t, I swear Jean!”
You giggle out little pleas as you try to get off the bed before he can catch you, standing quickly as he grabs your waist before you can bolt away from him. A dramatic gasp on his lips when he holds you still in front of him while he looks down at you.
“You were going to run from me!”
“You always tickle me…”
“I would never!”
His fingers are already against your ribs before he can even finish his sentence, watching you writhe trying to get out of his strong grip with desperate begs falling from you in between your giggling.
You’re at least thankful he never keeps it up for very long when he pulls you into his chest with a deep sigh, water from his hair dripping onto you.
“Pol… It’s cold.”
“You should have thought about that before you laughed at me…”
“You just looked so cute.”
A hum in his throat as he pulls away to look down at you accusingly before leaning to press his lips to yours when he decided you were telling the truth.
When he pulls away slightly you’re both grinning, the gentle glow of the sunrise licking at your now wet skin, he is not good at drying his hair.
At all…
“Come on, let me do it for you.”
Your fingers ghost across his as you take his hand and pull him back over to his dresser, making him sit with a sweet smile when he looks up at you like you’re a deity.
“I love you…”
“For doing your hair for you?”
“No! Well I suppose yes that too… But no!”
“I love you too Pol.”
His sigh is almost a huff as he relaxes back into the too small wooden seat, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you onto his lap making the chair creak loudly under both of you. This was not made for two people…
“You should have joined me in the shower this morning… But no… Instead you abandoned me in bed and went to shower by yourself.”
You knew it was a terrible idea…
“Jean, you wouldn’t get up and I felt gross.”
“What am I supposed to do when the person I love doesn’t even love me back… There is nothing that could fix my broken heart… Maybe a kiss could tempt me to forgive you.”
“You’re so dramatic in the morning.”
“How dare you! I’m dramatic all the time!”
You laugh as you lean and kiss him softly, grabbing the brush from the dresser as he groans pathetically into your mouth before you pull away.
“Forgive me yet?”
“Another… Please…”
His eyes are wide and pleading as he tries to pull you back down to kiss him again, almost a whine from him when you stop just before pressing your lips to his.
“We have to meet up with the group soon, Jean.”
“Just one more?”
You can never say no to him like this, sweet begs for you to kiss him just once more… It’s never just one, but you do it all the same.
His arm wraps around your waist as you press your lips back to his, his other hand immediately keeping your head still so you can't pull away from him for a few seconds as you laugh softly into his mouth.
When he finally lets you go he looks ecstatic, a sweet grin on his face as you finally get to run the brush through his hair.
He hates using a hair dryer, says it “burns his precious hair.” But you’re always careful, relaxing into him as you turn it on the coolest setting, brush keeping it nice and straight as you hum lightly until it's fully smooth and dry between your fingers.
“Can I style it for you, my love?”
“I’d let you do anything you wanted to me…”
“Jean…”
Your amused giggle makes him grin more, fingers entwining into yours as you lean to grab the hair gel he uses, running your fingers through his hair with some on as you try to style it with one hand. Try.
“Can I move my hand without you getting pouty my love?”
“No…”
You wiggle your hand out of his anyway to do his hair, watching as he looks away from you dramatically, chin raised in defiance even when you can see him glance at you every few seconds.
His pout slips from him when you claw your nails lightly against his scalp before styling his hair fully and leaning closer to wait for him to turn and kiss you.
“You don’t love me, Jean?”
“You let go of my hand.”
You curl your hands back into his when he finally looks back at you with sad eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.
“I promise I’ll never let go again.”
Kakyoin -
The soft knock on your hotel door wakes you with a panicked jump, not expecting to be woken so early in the morning, the sun not peeking over the horizon yet as you sit up with a shuddering huff.
The floor is cold as you step onto it with bare feet, quickly padding to the door and opening it with a small yawn into the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry… Did I wake you?”
“Hey Nori, what time is it even?”
He looks guilty as he takes in how exhausted you look, debating just going back to his shared room and leave you to sleep more. Even after he woke you up.
“Uh around 5…”
“Can’t sleep?”
Your voice is still laced with exhaustion as you try to focus on him more, he looks just as tired as you but you can tell there’s something else wrong.
“I had another nightmare. I didn’t even think before coming here. I just… I had to see you.”
“Come in, Nori.”
He hesitates in the doorway when you move, guilt still curling into him for disturbing you over something so stupid, quickly slipping in when you tilt your head and motion him to enter.
Your hand entwining with his as he passes, closing the door with a soft click and pulling him over to the small bed so can get in beside you.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He immediately shakes his head as if he can’t stomach the thought of even remembering it, sitting down on the edge of the bed when you lay down with an understanding hum.
His hand raises to rub lightly at his tired eyes as you poke his arm to get his attention, patting the spot by your side when he looks down at you.
There’s a sweet smile on his lips when he lays down and curls into the covers facing you, a sigh into your skin as he relaxes and wraps his arm around you.
“Thank you for this… I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Nori. It’s okay, I want you to come find me when you need me okay? Awake or not.”
His content hum tickles your throat as he nuzzles further into you, another thanks whispered into your skin as sleep claws at him, unable to stay awake when he’s so comfortable in your presence.
Your fingers are gentle in his hair as you ease him lightly into sleep, tiredness pulling at you but wanting to make sure he’s okay before you let it take you again.
You groan when you wake to hear the incessant knock as Polnareff shouts through the door with an audible grin.
“Wake up you two! Breakfast is in two hours and I’m hungry so hurry up!”
“Why does he think if we get up faster that we get food quicker?”
Kakyoin’s voice is a soft tired whisper into your throat as he wakes with you, an amused laugh on your lips as he complains lightly and pulls you closer into him.
“And he acts like he doesn't always take the longest to get ready anyway.”
His hum in agreement is almost sassy when he leans back to look at you, eyes lidded as he watches you with a grin pulling at his lips.
“Don’t look at me like that… I know I look…”
“Perfect,”
Your cheeks flush under his admiring gaze as you try to cover your face, only for him to grab your wrist with a soft kiss to your hand and a laugh when you get more flustered.
“Can you help me with my hair? I don’t want to go back to my room yet…”
“We have to get up for that.”
“Good point.”
You lean in softly to kiss his cheek as you sigh and get up anyway, his hand slipping from your back as you stand and stretch with a little groan.
He watches you the entire time with a fond look, gentle smile on his lips as he debates getting up or just admiring you for longer, your eyes widening slightly as you turn and see him staring so intently.
“If you don’t get up, Polnareff will kill us both.”
“Also a good point.”
He looks so sleepy when he sits on the comfortable chair by the dresser, eyes tired as they follow you while you find your hair spray, snapping from his daze when you come to stand in front of him.
And he definitely looks like he’s up to something…
His mischievous smirk widening when you try to step away before he grabs you... Too slow.
His hand wrapping tenderly around your wrist as he pulls you on his lap with a chuckle when your eyes widen in shock.
“Nori! You could have just asked.”
“Sorry…”
He looks sheepish when he looks away from you, a soft twitch of his lips when you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth lightly before pulling away and grabbing the brush, running it through his hair carefully with a hum at how soft it is even after he’s been sleeping.
“You’re so pretty.”
His face flushes at your praise, feeling you split his hair into sections as you style it for him with a laugh when he can’t meet your eyes.
“You… I’m not…”
“Hmm. Yes you are.”
Your fingers move from his hair to his jaw as you make him look back at you with a sweet smile on your lips, watching his blush deepen with a complaining groan as you make him more embarrassed.
“The prettiest. I mean it Nori. You’re so perfect.”
His hand immediately moves from your waist to cover your eyes so you can’t see him, an amused giggle pulled from you at his dramatic fluster.
“Stop it…”
“I can’t do your hair if you blind me.”
“Stop saying I'm pretty…”
“Is cute better, my love?”
Jotaro -
“You’re staring.”
“Am I not allowed to admire my boyfriend?”
“No.”
It took you a long time to even tell if it was annoyance or embarrassment that makes his tone so gruff and snappy.
But like this it’s easier to tell, his hat on the dresser as he lays in bed with his head resting on his hand as you get ready for the day after your shower, his eyes following your every movement as you dry your hair.
His blush is faint but painfully obvious in the soft sunlight as it illuminates the room, it’s not as early as you’d like it to be but at least you don’t have to leave just yet.
Your gaze staying on his face in the mirror as he admires you, the tired look on his face replacing the usual annoyance that he wears.
“Did you know there’s a shark that can live to over 500 years old?”
“Really? Will you tell me more?”
“It’s slow as shit. But it’s also poisonous so it doesn’t have any predators.”
He’s much more talkative in the mornings, little facts slipping from him about things he’s been reading about whenever he gets time to. It’s usually sea life… Not that you mind.
“Wait how slow?”
“You getting ready is faster.”
“I am not that slow! You’re not even out of bed anyway.”
“Because you’re so slow. I could shower and you still won’t be done.”
The soft teasing is almost loving with the way he’s still staring at you with adoration in his eyes, watching you pout as you turn back to the mirror and continue drying your hair as he drags himself out of bed and to your side.
“I’m just kidding, take your time. I’m going to shower and if you’re done by the time I get out, I'll be pissed.”
He leans down to press his lips against your temple with a gentle threat before he rubs your shoulder and steps away to head to the bathroom.
“Ohh... I’m so scared…”
He can't bite back the grin as he moves from you, an annoyed mutter that you already know is “good grief.” even if you don’t hear it as the door clicks shut behind him and the sound of the water fills the small hotel room.
Damn.
Maybe you are slow…
You still aren’t done when he steps out of the bathroom, slipping his shirt over his head with a huff when it sits too tight against his skin.
“Good.”
“That shark actually might be faster than me… I can’t get my make up right.”
“You look fine.”
You exhale softly as you meet his eyes in the mirror, he might not be good with words but his eyes tell you everything he refuses to say.
He debates for a second to just get his hat and not bother to fix how fucked up his hair looks before sighing and stepping up behind you as if you can read his mind for what he wants you to do.
“You know you’re a little ominous just standing behind me and glaring at me Jo…”
He still doesn’t answer you as his fingers curl lightly into your hair, enjoying the feeling of how soft it is without messing it up and leaning to kiss your temple again.
“Will you do my hair? …Please.”
The please is absolutely an afterthought when he hesitates, almost shy as he asks you for help even though you’ve been dating long enough you’d think he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.
But you sure as hell are not passing up the chance when he asks you so nicely. For him anyway, standing immediately and getting him to sit in the comfortable chair.
“How did you manage to get it tangled without even brushing it?”
“Just fix it.”
“Of course I’ll fix it for you, thank you for asking so sweetly. My loving boyfriend.”
“Please... Fix it.”
You hum softly as you grab the hairdryer from the dresser and hesitate for a second, a little grin pulling at your lips as you climb on his lap and settle comfortably against him, even as he glares down at you.
“Good grief.”
“Would you like me to move?”
He doesn’t answer you but his hands immediately hold you in place, fingers gentle against your sides as his thumbs rub faint shapes into your skin. His eyes look down at his lap before looking to the side away from the mirror as his cheeks flame under your soft teasing.
“Aww my love. You’re blushing.”
“No I'm not.”
You can’t help but tease more as you turn his head to force him to look into the mirror, his blush deepening when you coo in his ear lightly.
“Still not blushing?”
“I will push you off.”
You don’t goad him further as you let go of his jaw and kiss his forehead with a light hum before flicking on the hair dryer and running your hands through his hair as you dry it.
He looks so relaxed like this, deep breathing as his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feel of your fingers against his scalp.
“You’re so cute…”
He opens his eyes to lazily glare at you but he can’t even look intimidating as your nails run against his skin, eyes shutting again with a low hum in his throat as you turn off the small drier and put it back on top of the wood.
“Can I style it for you as well?”
“I suppose…”
“I’m going to bite you, Jotaro.”
“I’ll bite you harder.”
That shark is real btw, they're called Greenland sharks. They're almost fully blind and move less than 1mph and have a lifespan of 270-520 ish.
Josuke -
You should have known.
“No… Babe, don’t leave! You’re so warm… I’ll freeze!”
His voice is desperate in your ear before his arm pulls you even closer to his chest, begging pleas into your hair making it almost impossible to bite back your laugh.
He’s so dramatic in the morning… But if you laugh you know it’ll only be worse.
“Josuke… I need to shower, it’s too hot.”
“But I thought you loved me…”
A gentle sigh falls from your lips at how devastated he sounds, for a second you think he’s being serious until he giggles but you still stop trying to wiggle out of his grasp anyway, he isn’t subtle, you can feel the smile on his face when he moves to press his head back into your shoulder.
“Don’t you have plans today Jo?”
“They can wait, they’ll understand… This is important.”
“No… This is kidnapping.”
The heat is uncomfortable against your skin already when you feel his warm breath against the back of your neck, he’s such an asshole but you can’t help but find it incredibly endearing that he wants to be around you so much.
Even if it’s at the cost of both of your comfort.
“Josuke, 5 minutes. I mean it, how are you so warm?”
“I guess I'm just too hot for you…”
“Are you saying I’m not hot…?”
He can feel his smile fall immediately as he pulls away from you, staring at the back of your head as you try to stay quiet.
His fingers immediately poke your sides to get you to look at him as you bite your lip not to laugh, your body trembling slightly as you silently giggle.
“Babe? Wait... Are you crying? No no no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean you weren’t hot… You’re so hot, please! You believe me, right?”
He practically climbs over you as he falls off the bed with a loud thud that makes you cackle, unable to stop the laughter as you look at his panicked face staring up at you from the floor, breathy giggles shaking your body as your eyes fill with tears.
“Jo… I wasn’t crying… I’m sorry… How did you fall out of bed?!”
“You tricked me…”
“You tricked yourself, Josuke.”
Well… At least he was out of bed, but the look on his face doesn't exactly make you feel safe as he rises to his feet with a mischievous grin.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing! Can’t I admire you?”
“Not when you look like you’re going to kill me…” His hand flies to his chest in mock hurt as he leans down and kisses your head with a laugh.
“Go shower so we can go meet up with Okuyasu.”
“This is still kidnapping, I wasn’t even invited…”
He holds his hand out to help you out of bed like it’s a carriage and he’s your servant, bowing slightly when you take it and slip out of the warm covers to step past him.
“We’re a package deal Y/N, they know this by now!”
He does have a good point, you usually are with him all of the time even if you aren’t invited, it’s a good thing his friends like you so much… Maybe even more than they like Josuke.
The second you step into the shower and turn your music on you can hear him singing. Loudly.
Terribly...
To Shania Twain.
“Babe! Can I open the door? I want to listen too!”
He doesn’t even let you answer as the door clicks open with a loud gremlin like giggle as he returns back to do his hair, continuing to sing at the top of his lungs.
You’re glad his mom isn’t home this morning with how… Extravagant, it is.
You can already tell he’s dancing in the room even though you can’t see him, cool water instantly making you feel better from the hot early morning sunlight.
“And all that extra hold gel in your hair outta lock it! Wait…”
You laugh immediately as he pauses, hand hesitating before he touches the gel on his dresser as he realises the words he’s singing.
“‘Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.”
You finish the rest before you grab your towel and wrap it around yourself as you close the door slightly, placing the cd player by the opening for him as you get dry and dressed, it's almost concerning how quiet Josuke suddenly is.
You step into the room while you keep humming lightly before freezing, eyebrows furrowing as you stare down at your boyfriend.
“Jo… Are you okay?”
It’s almost a laugh as he lays on his back on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling with wide horrified eyes as they meet yours with a scared whisper, his long hair fanning around him on the plush rug.
“...You’re impressed by me right?”
“Of course I am…?”
“More than Brad Pitt?”
You choke on your laugh as you drop to your knees beside him, fingers playing with his still un-styled hair as stares up at you with sad eyes.
“More than Brad Pitt. He doesn’t impress me much...”
“Ok… Ok. Cool, so I still have a chance right? Even if I don't have a car? Or that I'm not a rocket scientist?”
“Josuke, we’re dating…”
“Oh...”
You can’t help the small giggle as you nudge him to get up while you turn the chair for him to sit in, eyes soft as he leans to kiss your cheek with a blush when he gets up with an audible groan.
“Did you really forget you’re my boyfriend?”
“I guess that I got caught up about Brad Pitt… Can you maybe do my hair? You know... Make me feel better... About Brad...”
“...Are you sure?”
You choose to ignore how hung up he is over Brad Pitt as if he isn't in his mid 30's...
His fingers push the tub of gel into your hand with a grin, nodding when you hesitate before you pick it up and he settles back into the chair with a giddy look on his face.
He doesn’t realise how close you have to be to do his hair, immediately looking away when you lean towards him slightly, fingers curling into his hair as you section it before kissing his forehead.
“What was that for?”
“You just look so cute, it’s that or I bite you…”
His cheeks flame as he questions you with a little ‘Oh’ on his lips before looking away again when your fingers claw lightly at his scalp, making sure it's all in place before you even look at the hair spray.
You have a soft pout on your face when he glances back up at you, your eyes staring at his hair like you’ve destroyed it beyond repair.
“How bad is it, doc?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad it’s just not… Good?”
Your fingers catch his jaw before he can turn to the mirror, a small terrified look on your face as you kiss his cheek again.
“Don’t hate me… I tried.”
When you let go he can’t help the giggling that falls from him, staring at his hair in his reflection with a grin on his face as he looks back at you with adoration.
“It's still better than Brad Pitt... It's not like he's Elvis or something.”
Kira -
Your fingers are gentle while you run them through Kira’s hair, admiring him as he sleeps peacefully by your side, sunlight shining through the fabric of the curtains.
You’re glad he gets to go into work later than he usually does today, a smile pulling at your face as you snuggle further into him with a content hum.
His strong arm curled around your waist comfortably as you press your face back into his throat, fighting the urge to bite him because of how cute he looks sleeping. Almost fight back the urge.
The second your teeth graze his skin faintly, he laughs making you jump in shock, eyes wide as you pull away as his eyes flutter open with a lazy smile on his lips.
“Relax, darling. You didn’t wake me, I was just enjoying the moment. Before you bit me.”
“Sorry… You just looked so cute.”
An amused hum in his throat as he pulls you closer with a light sigh, head resting on top of yours as you relax fully into him.
“Bathe with me this morning?”
“That means getting up Yoshi…”
He coos playfully in your ear when you pout against his neck, soft fingers running against your spine as he traces shapes against your skin.
“I know, darling. But I have to head to work in a few hours.”
“Okay… I’ll go run the bath, would you like some tea?”
You feel him tense his muscles slightly in a stretch as he moves away from you to lean and kiss your temple, a hum in his throat when he fully pulls away.
“I’ll make it, use some of those bath salts you like, hmm?”
You don’t often get him as loving as you do in the mornings, usually not a fan of so much affection, but waking up in your arms every morning makes him enjoy it just a little more each time.
The water is warm under your fingers as you check the temperature when he comes in behind you, leaning to kiss your cheek before placing your tea on the side of the bath.
“Sleep well?”
Your hum is soft when he wraps his arm back around your waist, relaxing against you as the bath fills, his head resting on your shoulder with a tired smile.
He never thought himself to be someone who could ever fall in love, he never cared to try. Nor to want to have a partner, but you slid into his life chaotically. Unpredictable.
And he wouldn’t change that for the world.
“I did thank you, my love. Did you?”
“I always do by your side, Y/N.”
His fingers are gentle against your skin as he helps you into the bath, a relaxed sigh in your ear when he settles behind you, it’s always slightly cramped but not uncomfortably. Just close.
You know he struggles with affection after so long believing it isn’t something he ever wanted or needed, but you can see how much he’s trying when he holds you against him as he runs his fingers against your stomach.
“There’s a cute little restaurant that just opened nearby, can we go when you’re done with work?”
“Of course, darling.”
You can hear the tiredness in his voice as he rests his head against your shoulder with a light hum, relaxing against you as you lean into him. It’s disgustingly domestic when he’s like this, having him so content compared to the composed businessman everyone else gets to see.
Most of the time...
The sound of his phone ringing snaps you both out of your relaxation violently, a sigh on his lips as he reaches to grab it with an apologetic glance at you when he sees the caller ID.
“Yoshikage speaking… Yes… No, I’m supposed to be… Right. Understaffed… Of course, I’ll be there soon.... Goodbye.”
The second the call ends he huffs, letting his head fall back to your shoulder with a muffled apology into your skin as your fingers curl into his hair and massage his scalp lightly.
“It’s okay, my love… It isn’t your fault. Drink your tea, I'll make you breakfast okay?”
“Thank you… I love you.”
His fingers trace lightly against your leg as you stand and step out of the bath, leaning to kiss him quickly before grabbing your towel and heading back to your room to get dressed.
Humming a song softly as you slip into your dressing gown and head downstairs to make him something to eat before he leaves, settling for some pancakes and eggs.
You don’t even notice him come into the kitchen, soft steps muffled on the cold tile as he accidentally sneaks up on you, a tiny smirk on his lips as he slips his arms around you quickly once you move away from the stove so you don't hurt yourself.
“Surprise.”
“Kira! How are you so quiet?!”
A gentle rare laugh on his lips as you jump hard in his arms, his head resting back against you as he looks down at the hob in front of you.
“Sorry, darling… I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’ll forgive you… If you let me tie your tie for you.”
“I was going to let you anyway.”
His fingers squeeze your waist slightly before he pulls away to let you turn, a sweet grin on your lips that makes his breathing hitch in his throat.
The tie is soft in your hands as you take it from him, slipping it around his shoulders as you lean up to kiss him lightly and making him sigh as he pulls you closer.
His eyes are tender when you pull away with a kind smile, fingers straightening the fabric before you tie it for him carefully, tightening it as you fix the collar over it.
“Thank you, darling.”
You hum lightly as you lean up and press your lips to his cheek before blushing and rubbing off the lipstick mark you leave behind with a pout.
“Always, my love.”
Fugo -
“Did you know that sea pickles can grow up to 60 feet long?”
Fugo’s voice is laced with sleep as he reads next to you, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his relaxed heartbeat and soft breathing.
He sounds excited even though he’s barely awake, reading the new book you just bought him for his birthday, it isn’t even about sea life, just animal biology in general. You sound exhausted when you whisper back a horrified question, not bothering to move from your spot half on top of him.
“Fugo… My love. What the fuck is a sea pickle?”
“I actually have no idea…”
You hear the page turn as he reads quickly, trying to find the answer to your question as you hum and curl your fingers more into his shirt as you close your eyes again.
The vibrations of his voice tickling your skin as he starts reading aloud the part about pickles, sounding both confused and interested all at once.
“Wait… So they aren’t even pickles?”
“They aren’t even pickles…”
Your disappointment is immediate as you huff out a faint grumble about pickles and hide your face into his shirt.
“Why are they even called pickles then, no pickle I've ever seen is 60 feet long…”
You can hear the grin on his face without even looking up, his fingers running through your hair as if trying to console you. About pickles.
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
“Fugo, have you seen a 60 foot long pickle?”
“Who hasn’t.”
You can’t help the soft laugh against him as he turns the page, a little amused exhale from him as you groan against his chest.
“Are they at least green?”
“Do you want me to lie to you?”
“No…”
It’s barely a word as you groan dramatically into him before moving your head to look up at him, he looks so relaxed as he lays on your bed, book still in his hand as his tired eyes meet yours.
“They aren’t green, and it’s an animal. Well, animals.”
“What?”
“Animals, look…”
He angles the book so you can see what it looks like, a breathy chuckle falling from him when your face flickers into disgust, staring down at the slimy tube full of microscopic animals.
“That is not a pickle?”
“Are you asking me if it isn’t a pickle?”
Your playful glare gets another tired laugh out of him as he pulls you back down to lay next to him, reading out loud again when you settle back into him.
“Stupid sea pickles.”
“You don’t want me to talk about sea cucumbers then?”
You blink in surprise when he wiggles out from next to you and stands, placing the book onto the bed with a faint smile on his lips. He looks so sweet like this, no stress or responsibility, just getting to enjoy a lazy morning together.
“I’m going to shower, let’s go out today? The weather is nice…”
There’s a soft pink blush on his cheeks when he asks you, like he’s flustered about the thought of going on a cute date with you.
He is, you already know he is.
“Can we go to the bakery? I’ll get you some cake!”
“That’s a bribe, and it’s against the law… I might have to turn you over to the authorities for that.”
“What if I offer you a kiss? To overlook my crimes…”
He leans over the bed with a playful grin, lips barely brushing yours with his hand cupping your jaw to keep you from moving as he watches you.
“You’re going to jail for attempting to bribe me again.”
“That’s not how…”
He closes the distance before you can finish, a soft squeak leaving you when your lips meet, it’s sweet as he traces his thumb against your cheek before pulling away, blushing a deep red as he looks away.
“You’re so cute, Fugo.”
“I’m going to shower… Then I’ll take you to the bakery.”
You grin at his retreating figure as he slips into the bathroom with a small flustered laugh, closing the door behind him before you flop down on the bed, your smile not leaving as you lay there in a daze.
He’s so sweet to you, especially when no one else is around, his warm playfulness leaving you giddy every time.
You turn to the window as soon as you hear the water shut off, a tiny smile pulling at your lips at the excitement of him coming back. God you’re so in love it almost hurts…
“You just waited here?”
He seems a little shocked to see you sitting staring out over the city, suddenly self conscious even though you aren’t looking at him, fingers securing the towel around his waist in a light panic.
“I can leave if you want me to, I won’t peek. I promise.”
“I know you won’t… You can stay...”
His voice is still a little nervous even though he trusts you, it isn’t the first time he’s changed in front of you but it still makes him embarrassed each time. You never look, but his cheeks flame nonetheless.
“Can I tie your tie for you?”
“Do you even know how?”
He regrets not changing the wording immediately when he can practically feel your pout before you even say anything, the teasing words already on your lips before he cuts you off.
“I didn’t mean it like that… You aren’t stupid, I just meant…”
“I wasn’t going to say I was… Oh my god. Do you think I’m stupid, Fugo?”
“I just…”
You hear the deep breath as he stops getting ready, annoyance curling into him before he relaxes again, he knows you’re just teasing him.
A careful grounding breath out before he speaks again.
“I just meant, do you know how to? If not I can teach you. If you’d like…”
“Sorry Fugo, you’re too cute not to tease. Will you teach me?”
He doesn’t tell you to turn around like usual, just steps in front of you with a soft blush on his face as he hands you his tie, nervously swallowing when you stand and step towards him.
“Tell me?”
You slip the fabric around the back of his neck as he refuses to meet your eyes, blush deepening when your fingers brush against his collarbone.
“Okay… This bit here, pull it over the top and then back underneath.”
“Like this?”
“Y/N. Stop it…”
You drop the soft whisper as you laugh at his embarrassment, watching him take a deep breath to try to calm his rapid heartbeat.
“Back over the top. Yeah, just like that… Don’t say it. I know, I heard it…”
“What next, Fugo?”
It’s a gentle question as you try not to laugh when he stares down at your hands before glancing up into your eyes and looking away immediately in surprise, not expecting you to already be watching him.
“Take this bit and pull it through here, and then back down through this part…. Perfect!”
You lean forward to kiss his burning cheek while he looks out of the window and refuses to meet your loving gaze, pulling the tie up to rest more against his skin before leaning back to inspect it.
“That wasn’t too hard… I forgot it all though.”
“That’s okay… I’ll teach you again tomorrow.”
Bruno -
He always wakes before you, tender fingers curling against the material of your shirt as he snuggles closer to you in the early morning sun, he doesn’t mind as much anymore that his body wakes him so early in the day, getting to rest by your side until you wake with him.
Your breathing is soft and rhythmic against his throat as you sleep peacefully, a faint huff on his lips when he realises he has another mission today and can’t even stay by your side.
Careful hands resting against your back as he holds you, thumbs rubbing lightly into your warm skin under the sunlight.
“I love you, I know I tell you everyday but I hope you never forget it…”
It’s barely audible in your ear as he kisses your temple, soft adoration whispered into your skin as if your soul will remember every word he speaks to you in the morning before you wake.
“Do you always tell me you love me when I'm sleeping?”
“I do… Did I wake you?”
His voice is apologetic without even needing to pull back and look at him, brows furrowing as he leans into you with a faint hum in his throat when your fingers curl into his hair.
“You didn’t, I promise.”
“Would you tell me if I did?”
Your laugh into his skin tells him the answer before you ever open your mouth, but you can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses another soft kiss to your temple.
His hands keep you close to him for a few more seconds as he leans back and looks down at you with a lazy grin, eyes lidded as he wakes up slowly.
“When do you have to leave today?”
“10AM… But you know how long it takes Mista to get ready, I can stay for a little longer with you… If you’ll have me?”
“If I ever say no to that. It isn’t me.”
His laugh is tired and low as he cups your jaw, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he sighs and moves to slip out of the bed, earning a complaint from you as you grab at his side with a huff.
A loving smile on his face as he leans to kiss you properly this time, lips soft against yours as you hum into him before he pulls away with a light brush of his thumb against you.
“Stay here amore, I'll make us something to eat.”
“Bruno. My love… Let me help?”
How could he ever say no with how sweet you’re looking up at him, his hand slipping into yours as he helps you up, eyes adoring as you slip your arms around his waist and hold him close to you.
“You’re so beautiful… Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me, love?”
Your eyes meet his with a faint furrow of your brows, question on your lips as he glances away in embarrassment, hoping that you would just overlook his accidental breathy thanks.
“I… I just meant that I’m thankful that I have you… Truly, amore.”
“You’re so cute when you get shy Bruno… I love you. I’m grateful I have you too…”
The light pink deepens faintly, evident in the golden light from the window as you coo and drag him down to kiss him with a small giggle when he groans against you before you pull him towards the door.
He looks a mess when you both slip into the hallway, oversized pyjamas making him look a lot smaller than he is, eyes tired and hair mussed as he follows beside you with a playful grin on his lips.
He rarely gets to be like this, always so composed and calm as he keeps his team safe in missions. He looks sweet and relaxed.
Perfect.
“You’re staring at me, amore…”
“Sorry… I just love you so much.”
He’s taken aback by your reverent confession as you turn fully when you reach the kitchen, your eyes watching him as he steps into your space to tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your head lightly as he moves to the stove with a tilt of his head.
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this far ahead.”
“Oh! How about I finally teach you how to make French toast?”
“I think I'd like that…”
His eyes are intense as he watches your hands like he could embed what you’re doing into his mind so he won’t forget, his hand resting on your waist when your eyes glance back to him before he looks back up with soft furrowing brows when you place the bread into the pan.
“Got it?”
“I um… Could you show me again?”
You laugh softly at his embarrassment before flipping the one in the pan and showing him again with a sweet smile before nudging the bowl to him when he nods.
Hands taking over what you were doing like he’s done it a thousand times before, it’s almost rude the way he seems so good at everything he does…
Until he drops the bread on the floor, horror on his face as he looks at you ashamed at his mistake, your hand covering your mouth as you hold onto the counter and try to muffle your laughter to not wake anyone up.
“It was a lot slimier than I expected it to be…”
Your laughter becomes silent painful giggles as you press your hand to your stomach, tears falling down your face as you watch him blush and look down at the pile of mush on the floor with a light giggle, soon slipping into full laughter as you try not to look at each other and make it worse.
“What the fuck are you both doing?”
You both jump mid cackling and whip around to see Abbacchio watching with tired eyes, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as he takes in how domestic you look together.
“I dropped it…”
A roll of his eyes as he turns and leaves the room when Bruno laughs out choked words before snorting and laughing harder when you start giggling again.
“You’re both so weird… Clean it up when you’re done.”
You lean on Bruno’s shoulder as you both calm down, his eyes loving as you plate the slightly burnt food and giggling again when you lean to clean up the mush.
“I’m… Sorry I made a mess.”
“Bruno, I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed… That was cute, don’t apologise.”
His fingers entwine in yours as he grabs the plate and pulls you back to the stairs with a tiny amused huff.
He looks almost pouty as he watches you style your hair after eating, eyes following your every move when you stand to grab your makeup off the dresser and hesitating before you sit back down, gaze catching his in the mirror with a smile.
“What's wrong, love?”
“Will you do my hair for me?”
He looks so sweet as he stares at you, blushing gently as you reach your hand out for him to come to you with a faint hum.
“Of course I will, sit for me?”
He stands quickly, almost tripping over his long pyjama pants as he hops off the bed and walks to sit in the chair you just stood from, biting your lip lightly to stop the giggle at his stumble.
You don’t get to say anything as he covers your mouth before he sits down, blush deepening as he kisses your temple with a gentle whisper.
“Don’t laugh…”
“Mmfph.”
“Exactly.”
You playfully glare down at him when he sits, biting his palm gently making a dramatic yelp falling from him as he pulls his hand away in mock pain, a look of horror on his face for a second before he settles back with a little laugh when he pulls you into his lap.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Bruno.”
“Not as much as you, cara…”
The hum in your throat is almost a sigh as you get comfortable and grab the brush on the dresser with a light kiss to the bridge of his nose as you run it through his messy hair.
“Why pill bugs?”
“Pill bugs?”
He looks confused as you fix his fringe with a light hum, eyes flicking down to his with a sweet smile before looking back up and fixing the rest of his hair.
“Yeah, your clips… Wait, are they not pill bugs?”
“No… They’re just… I don’t know what they are actually.”
“Oh…”
His fingers rub your waist slightly as you pout and place the brush down, sitting up on your knees as you start braiding his hair as he holds you steady, he doesn’t need to. But he wants the excuse to touch you anyway.
“Thank you for this, tesoro…”
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it for you.”
“Will you put in my pill bugs in for me then? Hmm?”
You tilt his head up once you finish his braid so you can kiss him lightly before settling back down with a sweet hum.
“Give… You’re being too nice, you could order me to you know? My capo.”
His eyes roll immediately at your playful tone, taking the clips from him as you hold his head still to make sure you get them perfect, leaning back as you inspect them.
“I won’t demand you to do anything, amore.”
“I know, my love…”
“Although I did like you calling me capo… Say it again for me?”
You glance down from his hair to look in his eyes, a small playful smirk on his lips as he rubs your skin softly.
“You have to go soon, behave… My capo.”
Abbacchio -
The soft chatter in the restaurant is a welcome noise to fill the silence as you relax by Abbacchio’s side, barely grazing his leg with your own but enough to comfort the both of you as you sit amongst your team.
You feel the tense in his body as he glares down as the cup in his hand, tea cooling slowly in the ceramic, but that isn’t what he’s annoyed about. You assume anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice is barely audible over the clamour of your teammates as they make loud jokes over the table, glad that there aren't many people here to be disturbed by them this late in the day.
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Are you trying to shatter the cup with telekinesis or?”
His eyes flit to you with the tiniest twitch of the corner of his mouth, an exasperated exhale on his lips as he places the cup back down and turns it to you.
“Your lipstick?”
He doesn’t answer, just glares at the cup harder as if it’ll undo the marks left on the rim, his eyes staying fixed on the side with disdain.
“They all transfer. I’m getting sick of this shit.”
“All of them?”
“Every one I own…”
You hum softly as you inspect the faint lavender left on the cup, a tiny grin pulling at your lips as he huffs at your amusement by it.
“It isn’t funny… It’s like the shittest calling card”
“I think it’s cute, Leone…”
You barely see the small blush on his cheeks as he turns his head, refusing to look at you again as you tease him softly with a sweet smile on your face.
“Let's go get some other ones then, it’s still early enough that the store won’t be closed yet.”
“You want to go shopping for me? Really?”
“I do… If you want to, I know it’s…”
“Shut up. Come on.”
The gentle demand is barely a whisper as he stands, drinking his tea quickly in a few swallows with a huff when the lipstick stains the cup again.
You stand beside him with a stifled laugh at how dramatic he is, a soft smile given to the rest of the team as you slip out of the door, only Bruno noticing as you both leave.
“Are you hungry, Leone?”
He doesn’t answer but you see the roll of his eyes when he slips past you to stand on the side closer to the road as you walk, his hand brushing your back gently for a second before letting it fall again.
“You can just say you’re hungry, Y/N.”
“But I don’t want to eat if you aren’t going to…”
“I can eat.”
He’s never very affectionate when you’re both in public but you can tell how much he cares with the small things he does for you, a tiny quirk of his lips as he watches you spot a particularly fat pigeon with a grin and a glance back at him as you point to it.
He doesn’t look, eyes staring down at you with adoration that he quickly turns into an annoyed sneer when someone gets too close to you.
“Can I do your makeup for you tomorrow then? Since I’m buying you your lipsticks…”
His head snaps back to you from glaring at the man in front, brows furrowing at your teasing words. You don’t even look at him but he can see you trying not to laugh, a playful grin on your lips as you stare forward.
“You aren’t”
“Try and stop me… I gave Bruno your wallet as we left.”
His fingers immediately raise to press against the pocket he always keeps it in, a shocked glare on his face as you meet his eyes with a mischievous cackle.
“You little… You need to stop hanging out with those 3. They’re making you sneaky.”
“I was already sneaky. You just never noticed… “
He barely aware that you’re already standing outside the store with a saccharine smile on your face, your fingers almost reaching out to touch him before dropping again, knowing he doesn’t like being touched in public.
For both of your safety.
He almost looks guilty for a second when your hand falls, covering it quickly when you nudge him slightly to go in the store with you.
“Come on, before they close.”
You don’t mean to get as many as you do, a grin on your face as you place down the bag on your dresser, turning as he sits on the edge of your bed and reaching his hand out for you to come to him.
Fingers brushing yours when you entwine them together, lips gentle against your knuckles as he presses soft kisses to your skin.
“Are you just trying to cover me in your lipstick?”
“Would it be so bad if I was?”
He looks so much more relaxed like this, eyes lidded as his mask slips completely, exhaustion licking at him as he breathes in your perfume.
“Not at all… I’ll miss it when you find one that doesn’t transfer.”
The hum is faint as he smiles against you, letting your hand go so he can shrug off his jacket and get ready to sleep, his gaze tired as he stands and leans down to kiss you.
You know that you’ll smudge his lipstick even more but you can’t seem to care as you pull him closer, a breathy laugh falling from him when he pulls away again.
“Come on. Sleep, I might even let you do my makeup tomorrow.”
The sun flickers across your skin softly, warming the dark covers above you and making you curl closer to Leone, the warmth fully enveloping you in the quiet morning…
Mostly quiet.
You can hear the faint crash as Narancia trips over something downstairs with a loud apology, you try not to laugh but fail as you bury your face into your boyfriend's throat to muffle it.
“You’re lucky I love you. If anyone else woke me up by giggling in my ear…”
Sleep coils into every whispered word as he pulls you closer to his chest, a low laugh vibrating your skin at the little squeak in surprise when he speaks.
“Sorry, Leone… Narancia just fell over and I couldn’t help it.”
“If he broke something I swear… It better not have been my damn teapot.”
“The one I got you?”
A short hum in his throat rather than answering as he breathes out slowly and squeezes your waist before sitting up, fingers still pressed against your skin.
“Get up. Before I regret letting you do this.”
“Wait! Really?”
He slips out of the bed as his hand falls from you, running his fingers through his mussed hair as he grabs the bag from yesterday.
“Test them before we shower. Then I'll let you do it.”
He sits back down on the bed beside you as you get comfortable, taking the bag from his hand with barely contained excitement.
He can already tell he’s going to regret this but he can’t bring himself to care when you look so happy getting settled as you sit right in front of him.
“Okay… Let me... I have nothing to wipe this off.”
Your fingers are gentle as you hold his jaw, realising when you put the lipstick on that you can’t really test if they smudge if you can’t take it off.
Actually maybe you can…
He barely has the chance to see the playful smirk on your face as you lean in and press your lips to his, making him groan softly into your mouth before you pull away.
“What…”
“Hmm, no good… This one smudges. Let's try this one…”
Your thumb rubs the last bit of purple off of his lips as he stares at you in shock. Eyes wide as you pull the next lipstick out and tilt your head at how freaked out he looks.
“Sorry… I should have asked first, I’ll test them properly.”
“Don’t... Please?”
His cheeks flame softly as you press it to his lips, humming when it isn’t the usual shade he wears as you inspect it with narrowed eyes before leaning in and kissing him again before pulling away with a little huff.
“Not this one either, and it’s not the right colour.”
He looks fucked up.
His eyes wide and dilated even in the sunlight as it caresses his face, a pretty smile on his face, purple still staining his lips as you gently kiss him over and over in order to ‘test’ his new makeup.
He can’t even tell if you’re taking it seriously or not but you look ecstatic, his hand coming up to cup your face as you talk mindlessly about only having a few left.
He leans in his time, lips pressed to yours almost in worship as his fingers curl against your skin, gentle.
Reverent.
So loving that it leaves you breathless when he pulls away again.
“Hmm. This one is good.”
“...Yeah. Good.”
You can barely choke the words out as he grins down at you, your eyes wide as you watch him, swallowing at how intense he can be even without meaning to be. A whispered question on your lips as you break eye contact before you blush even harder.
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☾⚠︎warnings: absolute delicious hurt/comfort it does end with fluff!
Bruno Bucciarati.
In the dream, his rejection of you was entirely logical at least, that’s what he told himself. He stood in the dim light of the back room, his posture rigid as he gently but firmly told you that his life was too dangerous, that a relationship was a liability he couldn't afford, and that you should look elsewhere for stability
He remembers the precise shade of hurt in your eyes before you nodded accepted his words and walked out.
The nightmare skipped forward, forcing him to witness the consequences. He was a ghost in his own city watching you in the piazza. You weren't alone. Someone else was sitting across from you, presenting you with a carefully chosen bouquet of deep red carnations a traditional, serious declaration of courtship.
In the dream, Bruno had to watch you blush, reach out, and accept them. He saw you smile a smile that used to belong to him, completely devoted to another man.
The suffocating realization that he had willingly handed your heart to someone else paralyzed him. He tried to scream, to step forward and tear the flowers away, but his feet were anchored to the cobblestones.
Bruno snaps awake with a sharp ragged gasp, his hand immediately flying to his chest where his heart is hammering violently against his ribs. His skin is slick with cold sweat.
For a terrifying three seconds, the darkness of the bedroom feels like the continuation of that lonely piazza.
Then, he hears it the soft, rhythmic sound of your breathing right beside him.
He turns his head so fast his neck aches. There you are. You’re curled up on your side, completely buried beneath the heavy duvet, utterly safe and entirely his. The sheer wave of relief that crashes over him is so intense it leaves him dizzy.
Bruno doesn’t care if he wakes you he needs to anchor himself back to reality. He shifts closer, his large, calloused hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to cup your face. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone with desperate tenderness. When you stir, humming softly and blinking open sleep heavy eyes, he can’t contain a shaky sigh.
"Bruno...?" you murmur, your voice thick with sleep as you instinctively lean into his palm. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
He doesn't answer with words right away. Instead, he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so flush against his chest that there is absolutely no space left between you.
"I am now," he breathes, his voice incredibly rough and uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Just let me hold you for a moment please."
He spends the rest of the night tracing lines over your back, kissing your brow, and silently vowing to never let a single foolish thought of pushing you away ever cross his mind again.
Leone’s nightmare fed directly into his deepest, most deeply rooted insecurities. When you had approached him with open vulnerability, confessing your feelings, his immediate defense mechanism was anger.
In the dream he scoffed, crossing his arms and spitting out cruel, dismissive words "I don't have time for this. You're delusional if you think someone like me could ever care about you. Find someone else to bother." He watched your face fall, the light in your eyes completely dying out.
It soon shifted to a local café months later. Abbacchio was sitting in the corner, nursing a drink, when you walked in. But you weren't looking for him. You were accompanied by a man who looked respectable and stable, and untainted by the mafia everything Leone felt he wasn't.
He watched in agonizing detail as this man pulled out your chair, ordered your favorite pastry before you even had to ask, and placed a gentle, courting hand over yours. You laughed bright and happy leaning into the stranger’s touch.
The dream forced Leone to sit there, invisible and completely forgotten, realizing that by trying to "protect" you from his darkness, he had permanently locked himself out of your warmth. The agonizing grief of being entirely replaced woke him up.
Abbacchio bolts upright, a choked curse leaving his throat as his eyes snap open in the dark. He’s breathing hard, his fists clenched so tightly in the bedsheets that his knuckles turn white.
His chest feels tight, a heavy, hollow ache settling deep in his lungs. The rejection felt so real, the sight of you with someone else so vivid, that he genuinely believes it happened for a horrific moment.
He turns his head slowly, terrified of what he will or won't see.
When his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds, he sees the silhouette of your tangled hair on the pillow. You've hogged most of the blanket, as usual, shivering slightly in the cool night air.
The contrast between the cold nightmare and your living, breathing presence makes his throat tight. He lets out a long shaky exhale, rubbing a hand over his face to wipe away the sweat.
He shifts his massive frame closer, practically hovering over you. He doesn't want to wake you because he thinks he'll look pathetic, but he has to touch you.
He gently reaches out, his long fingers tangling into your hair, smoothing it away from your face. His touch is incredibly light, a stark contrast to his usual heavy handed nature.
You shift in your sleep, feeling his warmth, and immediately scoot closer to him, burying your nose into his bare chest and draping an arm over his waist.
Abbacchio freezes, his heart swelling so violently it almost hurts. He wraps his heavy arms around you, locking you against him like a vice. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo.
"Damn it" he mutters under his breath, a faint, rough chuckle hiding the residual tremor in his voice. He presses a firm, lingering kiss to the top of your head. You're here. You're his. He grips you just a little bit tighter, silently cursing himself for ever letting his mind create a world where he let you go.
Mista’s nightmare was loud and it started with an argument, he was being stubborn, letting his anxieties about the gang life get the better of him. When you tried to talk to him about a future together, he panicked, waving his hands defensively and laughing it off with a sharp, dismissive edge.
"Look, it’s not that serious, alright? We’re just having fun. Don’t read too much into it." He remembered the exact moment your expression shifted from hopeful to entirely closed off.
the dream fast-forwarded. It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and he was walking through the market. He spotted you near a fruit stand, but before he could call out your name, another man stepped up beside you.
This man was carrying a basket filled with traditional gifts fine wines, specific local delicacies the unmistakable signs of an old-school Italian courtship. Mista watched, completely frozen, as you accepted the basket with a soft, appreciative smile, tilting your head up to let this other man kiss your cheek.
The absolute rage and jealousy that flared in Mista's chest was suffocating, but when he tried to draw his stand or his gun to intervene, Sex Pistols refused to come out, squeaking that he had lost his chance. He was entirely powerless, watching you walk away on another man's arm.
Mista wakes up with a violent jerk, nearly kicking the blankets off the bed. He’s tangled in the sheets, his heart drumming a frantic, erratic beat against his ribs. "No, wait-" he blurts out, his voice cracking in the quiet room. He looks around wildly, his eyes darting to the corners of the dark bedroom, his mind still half-convinced he’s standing in that crowded market watching you walk away.
He turns around panting, and his eyes land on you.
You’ve been awoken by his sudden movement. You're blinking up at him, shifting on the mattress, reaching out a sleepy hand to touch his tense arm.
"Mista...?" you mumble, your voice laced with worry. "Hey, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"
Seeing you look at him with nothing but pure concern, no other man in sight completely hurts him. He doesn't say a word. He just lunges forward, collapsing into your space.
He buries his face directly into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your shoulders so tightly it almost takes your breath away. He’s trembling, his breath hot and fast against your skin.
"Guido, you're shaking," you soften, immediately wrapping your arms around his back, rubbing soothing circles into his spine.
"Don't go anywhere," he mumbles, his voice entirely muffled against your skin, sounding incredibly small. "Just... don't look at anyone else. You're mine, right? Tell me you're mine."
You can’t help but chuckle softly at his sudden clinginess, tightening your grip on him. "Of course I'm yours, you idiot. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Mista lets out a long, shuddering breath, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders as your words sink in. He shifts slightly, pulling back just enough to pepper your face, your jaw, and your lips with dozens of frantic, adoring kisses until you're laughing out loud
He doesn't care how ridiculous he's being he just needs to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.
In the dream, he had tried to act tough and cool, brushing off your affection because the guys were teasing him about being whipped.
When you tried to hold his hand or talk about making things official, he had laughed it off, pulling away and saying something incredibly stupid and careless "Come on, don't be so clingy! We're just hanging out, it's not a big deal." The immediate, quiet drop of your shoulders and the way you looked at the floor made his stomach drop.
Later, Narancia was walking through the crowd, looking for you, when he finally spotted your familiar figure near the fountain. But you weren't waiting for him.
A taller, sophisticated looking man was standing with you, holding a massive, beautifully wrapped basket of traditional sweets and pastries
Narancia watched, his heart breaking into a million pieces, as you accepted the basket with a shy, beautiful blush. He tried to push through the crowd, screaming your name, but the noise of the festival drowned him out, and the people formed an impenetrable wall.
He had to watch you walk away into the colorful lights, completely hand in hand with someone who actually appreciated what they had.
Narancia wakes up with a loud, terrified gasp, kicking his legs wildly against the tangled blankets. "No, wait! Stop!" he cries out into the dark, his eyes wide and brimming with sudden, panicked tears.
He sits up instantly, looking around the room frantically, his chest heaving as his mind scrambles to separate the dream from reality.
He turns over on his side, his breath catching in his throat when he sees you.
You’ve been jolted awake by his loud shout and sudden movements. Blinking sleepily in the dim light, you sit up, rubbing your eyes. "Narancia...? Sweetie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
The moment he hears your voice sweet, worried, and completely directed at him the dam breaks. Narancia doesn't care about looking cool or tough anymore.
He launches himself across the bed, throwing his arms around your neck and burying his face in your chest. He is sobbing openly, his shoulders shaking violently as he clings to your pajamas like a terrified kid.
"Whoa, hey, I've got you," you soften completely, surprised by the intensity of his grip, immediately wrapping your arms around his back and rocking him gently. "It was just a bad dream, Nara. I'm right here."
"I thought- I thought you left me!" he wails softly, his voice muffled against your neck. "I dreamed I said something really stupid and you went and found some guy who bought you gifts and you smiled at him and you wouldn't look at me anymore! Don't leave me, please! I'm sorry I'm an idiot!"
You can't help but feel a rush of intense affection for him, tightening your hold and smoothing down his messy, sweat-dampened hair. "I'm not going anywhere, you dummy. I don't want anyone else's gifts, and I definitely don't want anyone else. Look at me."
He pulls back just enough to look at you with tear stained cheeks and big, puppy dog eyes. You reach up, wiping his tears away with your thumbs before pressing a firm, reassuring kiss to his lips.
Narancia lets out a long, shaky sniffle, finally calming down as he buries his face back into your neck, refusing to let go of you for the entire rest of the night.
Fugo’s nightmare dug sharp claws directly into his greatest flaw and his deepest fear his own volatile temper. In the dream, you had approached him during a quiet moment, offering a gentle, vulnerable confession of your feelings. Instead of accepting it a sudden, irrational spike of panic and unworthiness flared within him.
He snapped. He remembers the vicious, cutting words that flew from his mouth, the way his voice echoed off the walls as he shouted that he didn't need the distraction, that you were smothering him, and that he wanted nothing to do with you. He watched you shrink back, tears welling in your eyes before you turned and fled.
The nightmare then jumped forward with sickening clarity. He was standing outside a small, sunlit bookstore in the city center. Through the glass, he saw you. You looked happier, calmer, and completely at ease. A man someone stable, gentle, and utterly devoid of the violent cracks that fractured Fugo's psyche was standing beside you.
This man presented you with a bound collection of poetry a thoughtful and classical gesture of courtship. Fugo watched in agonizing, silent fury as you took the book, your eyes lighting up with a brilliant smile as you leaned up to kiss the stranger's cheek.
The realization that his own monstrous temper had permanently driven you into the arms of someone safe paralyzed him. He wanted to smash the glass, to tear the city apart, but he was entirely locked out, forced to watch his own self-destruction play out to the end.
Fugo bolts upright with a sharp, choked gasp, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon. He is drenched in a cold, sticky sweat, his fists clenched so hard his fingernails dig painfully into his palms.
For a horrific, disorienting moment, the red-hot anger and profound grief of the dream blur with the darkness of the bedroom, and he feels an overwhelming urge to punch the wall just to ground himself.
a soft sleepy sigh breaks the silence right next to him.
Fugo freezes, his head snapping to the side. The moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating your face. You are curled up securely beside him, completely unbothered, deeply asleep, and safe. The sheer momentum of relief hits him like a physical blow, making his throat tight and his eyes sting.
He shudders, closing his eyes tightly as he tries to regulate his ragged breathing, terrified that his chaotic energy will wake you. Slowly, with a level of hesitation that betrays how deeply shaken he is, he reaches out.
His hand trembles slightly as he rests his knuckles against your jawline, letting the steady warmth of your skin melt away the residual ice of the nightmare.
When you stir against his touch, murmuring his name in a soft, completely trusting whisper, Fugo breaks. He shifts closer, sliding his arms around you with a desperate, careful tightness, burying his face directly into your shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into your skin, his voice cracked and raw with an emotion he rarely lets show. "I'm so sorry..."
You don't know what he's apologizing for, but you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Fugo holds onto you like a drowning man, silently swearing to the universe that he will spend every waking hour mastering his demons just to ensure he never gives you a reason to look elsewhere
Because Giorno prides himself on his absolute composure and strategic mind, his nightmare targeted his internal sense of control. In the dream, he had analyzed his position as the newly crowned Capo of the passion-filled underworld and came to a cold conclusion involving you in his life would inevitably make you a target.
He recalls sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, looking at you with a completely expressionless, stoic facade as he told you that your arrangement was over. He remembers the quiet dignity with which you accepted his decision, refusing to beg as you turned around and walked out of the estate.
Slowly the dream had shifted into a warm sun drenched villa in the countryside months later. Giorno was standing on a distant hill, watching through a pair of binoculars like a common scout. You were in the garden.
A man a civilian with clean hands and a peaceful life was walking alongside you, holding a basket of freshly picked figs and a single, perfect white rose. Giorno watched as you smiled a soft, untroubled smile a look of absolute peace you could never have achieved under the shadow of his criminal empire
The sheer, agonizing weight of his own choice crushed him. He had achieved everything he ever wantedthe throne, the power, the respect but he was entirely alone, looking down at the only person who truly loved him for who he was, completely happy in the arms of a stranger.
Giorno opens his eyes without a sound, but the sheer velocity with which his consciousness snaps back into reality is jarring.
His eyes are wide in the darkness, fixed on the ceiling as his heart beats a frantic, uncharacteristic rhythm against his ribs. His fingers twitch against the silk sheets, his mind racing to process the hollow, freezing void that had just opened up in his chest during the dream.
He doesn't make a sound, but his head turns slowly, toward the other side of the bed.
There you are. You are sleeping peacefully, your face illuminated by the soft, silvery moonlight. One of your hands is resting open on the pillow between you, completely accessible.
Giorno lets out a very slow, very quiet breath through his nose, the icy dread in his veins slowly beginning to thaw, he shifts his body with fluid grace, closing the distance between you until he can feel the ambient heat radiating from your skin.
He reaches out, sliding his long, elegant fingers into yours, interlocking them tightly. He presses his palm flat against yours, as if verifying the physical reality of your presence.
The movement stirs you slightly. You shift, your eyes fluttering open just a fraction, humming a soft, questioning sound when you feel the tight grip on your hand. "Giorno...?"
"Hush, mio cuore" he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety rasp that carries a rare, hidden tremor. "Go back to sleep. Everything is alright."
Instead of letting go, he pulls your intertwined hands up to his lips, pressing a long lingering, and incredibly fervent kiss to the back of your knuckles, then to your wrist, where he can feel the steady reassuring thrum of your pulse.
He shifts even closer draping a heavy protective arm over your waist, anchoring you to his chest. As you drift back into sleep resting your head under his chin
Giorno stares into the shadows of the room, his eyes dark and utterly fiercely resolved. He will protect you from the world, and he will destroy any enemy that comes near you but he will never, under any circumstance, willingly let you go.
HOW THE STARDUST CRUSADERS WOULD REACT TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM
A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting in a while. I'm actually a bum, I've been doing nothing but sleeping and studying🥹✌️
Tags: established relationship, gn!reader,fluff , all stardust crusaders are included🌺
KUJO JOTARO
After an extremely long and tiring battle, you finally climbed into the car in seek of rest. You felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and before you knew it, you were drifting in and out of sleep. Your head tipped forward before jolting you awake and tipped again like an endless cycle. Soon after this cycle, Joseph took a turn, forcing you to turn to the side. Just like that, your head landed on another's shoulder, and you passed out.
At first, when Jotaro felt your head hit his shoulder, he thought you were trying to purposefully annoy him. He didn't spare you a glance and tried to bump your head off his shoulder. When he looked down and saw that you had fallen asleep, he looked the other way and tilted his hat forward. He tsked before forcing himself to be as stiff as a board. He would occasionally look back at you to make sure you were still asleep.
JEAN PIERRE POLNERAFF
You and the gang had just gotten on the road once again after sleeping in one of the 24-hour motels. You'd think that after sleeping for almost 12 hours, you'd feel refreshed. You were very wrong. Not only did you not get enough sleep, but you also kept fading in and out of sleep —which frankly brought you ZERO rest. Now, you were sitting in the back seat squished between Polneraff and Avdol. Your head bopped as you were trying to fight sleep. Soon, the car rode over a bump, and your body decided that this would be the perfect time to make you pass out.
Polneraff was in the middle of debating with Joseph about who's the better driver when he felt your head falling on his shoulder. He paused and leaned back as he looked at your sleeping figure. His face turned beet-red, and he was frozen for a few seconds. He cleared his throat and wrapped his hand around your waist so your head could lie on his chest. He gave a quick kiss on the forehead before he continued his debate with Joseph. Every once in a while, his voice would stagger due to you moving, and every time Joseph would burst out laughing. Even then, he'd look down to make sure you're still asleep and, without fail, you always were.
MUHAMMAD AVDOL
You had just gotten back from a huge stand fight that had honestly done a number on you and a few of the crusaders. You made the dumb decision of sitting in the middle of Avdol and Polneraff. As the car started moving, the two would talk and bicker, which was the only thing keeping you awake at this point. The drive went on, and their voices started to fade into the distance like white noise. You tried your best to stay awake, but all your efforts were futile. Slowly but surely, you gave into sleep.
Avdol was in the middle of responding to Polneraff's statement as he stared out the window till he felt your head hit his shoulder. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you against his side. He responded to Polneraffs' statement without letting go of you and occasionally checking if you were still asleep. When Polneraff noticed this, though, he paused before teasing Avdol about the whole situation. He didn't really care, though. The only thing that was on his mind was you.
JOSEPH JOESTAR
You hadn't slept a wink the night before in the car. No one had due to Joseph's reckless driving. You and everyone else stopped to eat out. While at the table waiting for your food, Polneraff suggested that he drive for the rest of the trip. Although he wasn't the most reliable, you all couldn't go through almost crashing once more. Everyone voted that Polneraff would drive, and as if on cue, all your food had come. Everyone dug into their food immediately, trying to regain their energy from their lack of sleep. You, on the other hand, had been picking at your food and occasionally taking bites. The exhaustion had taken a toll on you, and you ended up with a takeaway box. Avdol loaded up the car, and everyone had settled into the car seats. Joseph had been talking to Polneraff and Avdol since the ride started. He groaned in his seat. "Im not that bad at driving. We didn't crash!"
You listened to joseph argue with basically everyone in the car about his driving. You thought the yelling would keep you up, maybe even Polneraff's driving. Your head bobbed as your eyes slowly shut. You were mostly half asleep and could still hear Joseph bickering with the others. Your head tipped once more before landing on Joseph's shoulder. He stopped talking for a bit and put his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you against him before continuing his rant.
NORIAKI KAKYOIN
You all had just gotten back from an unexpected mission on your way to Cairo. Basically, everyone was tired, hot, and pissed off after the fight with the enemy stand user they had faced. Due to everyone's conditions, the journey to Cairo was incessantly slow. Everyone practically dragged themselves into the car and knocked out. You had the unfortunate luck of sitting in the middle of the back seat. Jotaro and Kakyoin had been talking softly to one another. As they spoke, you could feel your head bobbing up and down as you faded in and out of sleep. Kakyoin noticed you almost immediately and looked at you before calling out to you.
"You okay?"
Kakyoin placed a firm hand on your shoulder to steady you. You nodded curtly as your eyes stayed half shut. He saw through your exhaustion and slowly pulled your head towards his shoulder so you could rest comfortably. You slowly fought sleep, trying your absolute best to stay awake. You felt Kakyoin's hand threaded through your hair, and you immediately relaxed and passed out against him. He didn't mind. He liked holding you close and the feeling of you relaxing against him. He kept his conversation going with Jotaro while making sure you slept peacefully with him.
This was really rushed, and I apologise, especially since I had so much time🥹🙏
(¬`‸´¬) rival!rohan kishibe headcannons some suggestive.
⤷ ゛You two first cross paths at a high-profile manga convention in Tokyo, where both of you are panelists for “Rising Stars of Shonen Jump.” rival!rohan kishibe is already famous for Pink Dark Boy, but your debut series (a gritty psychological thriller with razor-sharp art) is stealing the spotlight with higher pre-order numbers. He publicly calls your work “flashy garbage that panders to trends,” and you fire back that his panels are “beautiful but soulless." The crowd eats it up; the rivalry is born right then and there.
⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe starts obsessively buying every volume of your series the day it drops. He tells himself it’s “research,” but he’s secretly dissecting every page, muttering, “How the hell does she make the eyes emote like that?” while sketching tiny studies of your character designs in the margins of his own drafts.
⤷ ゛Your Stand is called “Disorder”—it lets you physically pull drawings off the page and make them real for a short time, fighting for you! rival!rohan kishibe hates it at first because it feels so op, but he’s also low-key impressed that someone else has a Stand as creative and vicious as Heaven’s Door.
⤷ ゛The first time your Stands clash is during an argument in an empty alley after a joint signing event. Heaven’s Door opens your pages and starts rewriting “You will admit my manga is superior,” but Disorder rips the words off the page and turns them into a swarm of angry ink crows that chase him down the street. After this encounter, rival!rohan kishibe is equal parts furious and turned on.
⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe begins leaving anonymous “critique” letters in your mailbox—brutally honest breakdowns of your latest chapter with tiny, perfect doodles correcting your perspective lines. You retaliate by mailing him your own letters with your own nitpicking and sarcastic compliments. He keeps every single one pressed between the pages of his sketchbooks.
⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe once used Heaven’s Door on you during a deadline crunch just to read what you really think of him. The page literally says “I want to punch his stupidly pretty face and then kiss it until he shuts up.” He closes the book so fast he nearly drops it, face burning.
⤷ ゛You two end up in a very public, very petty war after you commented in a review about his sloppy writing. "It's inspiring he still carries on with such bland ideas. Since then, anytime your name is mentioned, on the rare occasion he does an interview, he responds with that same tone you do. This dispute is what the whole town of Morioh lives for. rival!rohan kishibe draws cryptic art of a dramatic caricature of you (not so subtly, mind you) with devil horns holding a pen like a dagger and submits it to local papers; you reply with a doodle of him as a haughty peacock with all flashy. Fans make ship edits within hours.
⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe biggest weakness is that he cannot stand when you ignore him. If you skip his gallery opening to finish your own chapter, he shows up at your apartment with takeout and demands you “at least have the decency to tell me your work is more important than mine to my face.”
⤷ ゛rival!rohan kishibe starts drawing you constantly—never asking permission. You find entire sketchbooks filled with you in different lighting, different outfits, even you laughing mid-argument. When you confront him he just shrugs: “Reality is more interesting when you’re in it.”
⤷ ゛Your first “date” isn’t even a date. It’s a bet: whoever sells more volumes of their next tankobon gets to make the loser do whatever they want for one night. You win by three copies. rival!rohan kishibe expects humiliation; instead you drag him to a quiet onsen and make him relax for once. He falls asleep on your shoulder and wakes up mortified.
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe is absurdly jealous when other artists flirt with you at panals. Heaven’s Door almost gets used on a rival mangaka who calls your art “cute.” You have to physically drag Rohan away while whispering, “If you rewrite him I’m breaking up with you before we even start dating.”
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe teaches you advanced inking techniques in his studio at 2 a.m. while both of you are delirious from caffeine. The lesson turns into a competition of who can draw the other faster and more accurately. It slowly develops into you both stripping and posing for the other for "a more accurate full-body sketch."
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe ridiculously possessive about your hands. If you get even a papercut, he fusses like it’s a career-ending injury because “these are the hands that draw my rival.” Then he kisses each fingertip like it’s sacred.
⤷ ゛You once fell asleep at his drafting table and acquaintance!rohan kishibe used Heaven’s Door to write “You will have the best nap of your life and wake up inspired” in the corner of your mind. You woke up with three new chapter ideas and the overwhelming urge to kiss him senseless.
⤷ ゛Arguments always end the same way: screaming match → one of you storms out → the other chases after them → intense make-out session against the nearest wall while both Stands hover protectively. Your neighbors in Morioh have given up trying to understand the noises.
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe refuses to let you read the script for his next arc until it’s perfect. When you finally do, you find an entire side character modeled after you—sharp tongue, killer instinct, and a Stand that looks suspiciously like a mix of both of yours. You call him an idiot for making it so obvious, and then proceed to kiss him senseless surrounded by ink and paper.
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe surprisingly soft in private. After a brutal deadline week he’ll crawl into your lap, bury his face in your neck, and mutter, “Your panels were better this month. Don’t let it go to your head.” It’s the closest he gets to saying “I love you.”
⤷ ゛acquaintance!rohan kishibe once rewrote reality so that every critic who trashed your work suddenly became obsessed with it. You were furious…until sales skyrocketed and you realized he did it because he couldn’t stand anyone else being mean to you but him.
⤷ ゛Late-night drives through Morioh where acquaintance!rohan kishibe lets you play your playlist (he claims it’s grating but knows every lyric).
⤷ ゛When you finally beat acquaintance!rohan kishibe in a major award category, he shows up at your door with flowers and a single page ripped from his newest manuscript. It’s a love confession written in his most beautiful lettering. “I figured if I was going to lose to anyone,” he says, “it had to be you.”
⤷ ゛Your shared studio is chaos: two drafting tables pushed together, ink everywhere, Post-its with passive-aggressive compliments (“Your cross-hatching is acceptable today”), and a single framed panel of both your protagonists.
⤷ ゛Years later, your joint series (a meta story about two rival artists whose Stands keep trying to kill each other but end up saving the world) becomes the biggest hit in Jump history. The dedication page just says: “To the only person who could ever keep up with me.”
⤷ ゛lover!rohan kishibe still calls you “my rival” in public because he’s dramatic and proud, but in private he whispers “my love” like the word is made of glass and he’s terrified of breaking it.
