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Stare In Awe | Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Oh I've been Ignoring this Darling too much

Just So You know You and Polnareff tend to share rooms on your travel, remember that lol.

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Stare in Awe

The fresh scent of linen strikes you first.

As you wake from your sleep you register the fresh, clean scent, and the fluffy warmth it fills you with makes you release a soft, content groan like your back at home.

Stirring, you then slowly open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of a pillow , the sham which is a color that is close to white, but off by just a tint is decorated with a moistened spot that turns your blissful mood somewhat sour.

With just a bit of frustration you use the palm side of your fist to wipe off the remains of your drool, and occasionally you release more little sounds of discontent, mostly due to how shitty you feel.

Your body is sore, aching almost everywhere as you sit up, and it's to a point you'd have an easier time pointing out the little spots that don't hurt vs what body parts of yours had been brutalized by that asshole before.

'Stupid Dio,' you think to yourself bitterly, 'Stupid Dio, and his stupid stand user band of assholes,' you add while moving on, by then rubbing your two tired eyes from what little buildup had decided to friend you throughout the sleep.

A little yawn leaves you, and it's then that there's movement in the bed you lay in.

Suddenly alert, you shoot your eyes right to your side and find one of your friends occupying the side of the large bed, and he's keenly watching you.

His azure eyes that are just as striking as the bluest sky connect with yours, and the softness in them hurls you into a feeling that has your face immediately blooming with sweet warmth that spreads all over you like the gentlest summer heat.

The smile he greets you with has you swooning like always, but now it's gone tenfold, maybe because you've been caught so off-guard .

-And that's not mentioning the somewhat rare sight of his hair in its natural state.

It holds the lightest touch of moisture, no doubt the aftermath of the blissful shower he’d been begging for, for a while, and that your glad he was finally able to get.

The silver strands are layered in a way that the front ends barely graze his sharp jaw, and the rest that falls behind his head nearly grazes his shoulders in a soft wave you wouldn’t be able to image if you hadn’t seen it given how he usually styles it.

It's a delicate ripple that has you mesmerized for a reason unknown to you, perhaps because it entices you to run your fingers through it.

Of course he’s always been attractive to you, but there’s something about his lazy look that has you especially affected.

“It’s about time you wake up,” he muses, “ I was starting to get bored,” he then states and it occurs to you that he’s caught sight of you problobly snoring away and with what was a considerable about of slobber on you as you woke up.

-And you’d be right to assume because he's been watching you the entire time, even longer than the few seconds you stare at him with surprise.

The realization flusters you, your immediate response being a rather abrupt facefall back into your pillow.

On your little travel, you let out a frustrated sound that is definitely a groan that morphs into a small squeal.

The sound of his soft chuckle warms your tummy, and while the man brings you so much comfort, so much sweetness, at that moment, it only makes you want to hide even more,

"Polnareff!" you huff out, "Quit Staring at me!" you cry out, your voice muffled by the pillow as you refuse to look up at him.

“-Don’t look at me,” you add quickly.

"And why not?" he asks, and even without looking you can swear he's pouting, he definitely sounds like it.

“I look like shit!” you say back, certain.

"Don’t be absurd,” he huffs, “You look lovely," he says back, and it does no good to you, it just makes you want to hide even more, all in spite of how wonderfully pretty you're beginning to feel.

"No I don't," you say back, stuffing your face so fully onto the fluffy pillow that you could very well suffocate yourself, "What's wrong with you?!" you ask, whining.

You wish you could just act normal.

You know,

- blush cutely and say something coy back. You always plan to, but never pull through because it's impossible to, especially not now when he's seeing you so...sloppy.

Your hair must be some sort of mess.

You're certain you look tired as you guys had only just gotten a break, and you know it hasn't been the best for your presentation, and that’s not mentioning the fight you had earlier.

Speaking of,

"How long have I been out?" you ask softly, remembering how you'd definitely beaten the breaks out of that loser before, but it hadn't been after they'd gotten a few good strikes in themselves.

You recall the end of the fight where you skipped using your stand, instead charging towards them, your right hand fisted and brutally swinging with what little energy you had left before you knocked out.

- Boy you were mad, mad enough to use your last bit of focus to connect angry hits.

"- Not long..." Jean Pierre admits, sounding soft.

"An hour, two...a day..." you trail off, wanting to know because anything was possible while on your little bizarre adventure.

"let's say about three hours," he tells you. "Maybe a few minutes too," he adds with a soft smile, and shyly, you peek at him, finally lifting up your head, but only a little.

" That long, huh?” you breathed, and you think that with all things considered, you were doing good.

“So...” you then hum, “Were you worried about me?" you ask, your voice small.

While he did fluster you, every now and then you played around with him, saying such silly things, and while it's to tease him, you itch for little affirmations back.

You were ashamed to admit that sometimes you fished for little signs he cared.

He released a little sigh, one that sounds rather amused, and he moves one of his hands close to you, luring you out more to where you finally lift your upper body up, propping yourself up by your elbows while your belly stays pressed against the mattress.

Your new position gives him a chance to graze his hand over your cheek, his thumb brushing over the side of your lip, the little winch you perform whilst the pad gently brushes over the lower cut spot encouraging him to offer you an even sweeter look.

“I brought you here,” he started, " And I made sure to clean your cuts, " he tells you.

You thank him, and it's not without you releasing a soft chuckle,

“...Of course you did,” you murmur because he’s always one to take care of you.

"Look how they left you ma cherie," he then says, and it's like he's hurt, himself.

"I'm alive aren't I?" you tell him, and you manage to offer him a little grin, one he appreciates, but it doesn't soothe the guilt and frustration he feels.

- He should have been there sooner, and he should have been the one to put that asshole down for just ambushing you like that, and much more insulting you the way they did.

'That vulgar... no good...' he couldn't let himself continue.

He couldn't even continue to recall all the disgusting things that lackey had said about you.

"Of course you are, " he said with eyes that admired you, " You're very strong.... capable too," he complimented you, and by saying so reminding himself that you are not just his sweet (f/n).

He has to remind himself that he can't always be there and that in spite of how much he cares about you, he'd do worse by treating you like you are useless and not an actual member of their crew.

You had your own role, and defiantly your own reasons that he respected, just like you’d honored his journey to avenge his sister.

“Stop...” you say while hiding your face again, falling down on the pillow with less frustration than before , and in place bashfulness that had made you forgot how beat up you were.

-And he’s living for it.

“And you’re so beautiful too,” he adds in a little murmur, stuck in awe, and it just has you steaming and swooning.

As he lays beside you, he continues to smile as he rolls a little bit and lays on his back.

His eyes are then distracted with the ceiling, but he only has you in mind, even while his sight is diverted.

“Too lovely (f/n),” he adds as he clasps his hands together, his thumbs twiddling as he speaks.

He glows a soft blush over his pale tone, and he can hear his heart beating in a way that almost deafens him, but its not enough to discourage him from his little confessions.

“Why are you saying this...” you say almost too quietly.

He’d been flirty before, playfully, but there was a certain touch to his words that had you thinking that something was going to change between you two real soon.

- And it had you thinking that maybe you weren’t crazy.

“I don’t know ….” he breathes, “ Maybe because I'm a fool,” he confesses as he closes his eyes.

“To think I'd embarked on this journey for something else... for revenge... for redemption.

- for sherry...for my love for her,” he starts with a little rambling, and there is pain in his voice before he swallows hard.

“Love...” he repeats with a different tone, yet another soft one that’s touched with a gentle flicker of hope, “ it’s love that has me here laying next to you,” He admits, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

You hug your pillow strongly as you feel your heard try and make a mad dash right out your chest.

“Mhmm...” you respond, and you want him to continue so bad, just for a while longer as you steady your voice.

“It has me worried about you, about losing you so much that I act a fool,” he tells you. “I don’t know how it comes off : how I come off. “ he proceeds.

“ I believe in you, believe me I do,” he assures you.

“ You’re strong, more than capable of defending yourself,” he says with certainty.

“- But I can’t help stepping in and running to you,” Polnareff explains himself, having noticed the frustration you sometimes wore when he intervened. He’d noticed, and had wanted to address it.

“ I've got this bad luck that follows me, and I can’t tell you how much I've been dreaming of you, or morso, having nightmares of you meeting an end that I can prevent only if I'm there,” he says and as he speaks, his hand closest to you moves, and it blindly moves to lay beside you, hoping you’ll reach out, and you do.

As you feel it creep close, you take your own in a blind move of your own and lay it over his, holding it, silently urging him to tell more.

“That's why I jump at the chance to stay in a room with you... to share a bed. I’m a man of course, believe me, I'm not all sweet,” he admits wearily, though, truthful.

“Any man would would want to be close to the woman they yearn...but it’s also because when I have those nightmares... waking up to you next to me...close to me, it eases me.” he says with a thick swallow.

By then you’ve fully turned to him, laying on your side as you look at him tenderly, and he takes a chance to do the same, forcing him to let go of your hand.

“And I wake up...” he says, “I wake up... and I admire you. I do so and I just think about how beautiful you look, how much you take my breath away,” he muses.

Again, he caresses your cheek, and he offers you a little smile, “ I don’t know if I've made this obvious, but to answer your question, I'm saying all these things because... I lo..,” he seemed a bit troubled at first, like the final leap and big words were stuck in his throat.

-and you suddenly felt like you weren’t crazy.

There were obvious signs, but they were ones you couldn't accept, your uncertainty stemmed from an insecurity that had you afraid you misunderstood him.

you inched closer to him with a small, wormy movement, and he smiled just a bit more, his eyes glowing.

“I love you too,” you say to him not needing any more encouragement to just say it as you lean even closer.

While you do that his eyes flutter close, and instantly he seems to give in, waiting for your lips to reach him. He waits for the kiss, but instead the sweet press is offered to the tip of his nose, and the way he blushes at the contact has you giggling.

His eyes remained close and he’s taking in a slow breaths through his nostrils,

“Ma Cherie,” he exhales longingly,” You’re teasing me..” he speaks airily.

“After I've confessed to you, you’re teasing me so,” he said with a pout before opening his eyes again to look at you pleadingly.

“You didn’t confess anything,” you said with mirth, and the way your face brightened with playfulness had him excited.

“I told you ‘I love you,’ first,” you peeped out, and he nearly gasped, like he realized his mistake.

It happened so quick, and suddenly he was on top, having rolled the two of you over in a way that had you beneath him.

He doesn’t hold you down, but instead he’s just there, looking down at you with a touch of sternness in his playful demeanor,

“You’re absolutely right,” he tells you

“ How could i not tell you?” he asks.

“Say what?” you question him back, trying to will it out of him.

“-That I love you,” he said smoothly, and you wouldn't believe he had trouble before with how easily he admitted it then. It was like he’s used to telling you.

“I love you,” he said again, a kiss offered to your nose as a little tease back.

“I love you,” he said again, peppering them over you while muttering the words over and over, all while you were thrown into a fit of giggles.

As you enjoy yourself, laughing, in between the presses he looks at you, admiring you and finding you utterly precious.

MUAHAHA WRITTEN IN A FUCKING HOUR OH YES, GO MANIC ME

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sterlinggalaxy13 · 6 months

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#Jotaro Kujo #noriaki kakyoin #stardust crusaders manga spoilers #manga #jojo's bizarre adventure part 3

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junosartsthetic · 1 year

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A Bizarre Beginning

This is the 2k word first place fic won by @strawberrystepmom in my 600 followers celebration event.

Warning(s): Swearing, that’s basically it, this is a meet-cute sort of fic that is more like 2.5k than 2 but I got carried away, oh also this is post-part 3 but pre-part 4 mid-twenties joot, and he is still in his emo phase because i said so

You weren’t sure how you got into this situation in the first place—it was bizarre, to say the least, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. It was the opposite, in fact, you wanted nothing more than to stay where you were for the rest of your life.

It all began when you met the love of your life—Jotaro Kujo. You were fresh out of college, with a bright future in your, well, future. You were ecstatic to achieve such a large goal on your road to normalcy. All your life you’d grown up with something strange always lurking around you. . . something nobody else spoke of. It was like it was invisible to everyone but you, though you knew you weren’t crazy. It was a humanoid figure, though more alien-looking than human. You could tell it to come and go, but it didn’t do much else besides hover around. Eventually, you accepted your fate, to be forever bonded to the bizarre entity, and ignored it as much as you could. It didn’t bother you nowadays, especially now that you had a normal future ahead of you.

That’s when you met him. The man who saw your companion.

It was a normal run-in—walking the aisles of a supermarket, your ever-hovering entity trailing behind you as you grabbed your groceries. You had spotted him at the end of the aisle in a large black coat, a similar colored hat upon his head. He looked rather handsome—at least from where you were standing, so you quietly slid closer, pretending to browse for nothing in particular.

You searched your mind for something clever or interesting to say to him, but had nothing. It was strange—you would normally never approach someone like this, but it was like something beyond your reach lured you closer. You couldn’t help yourself. You had to talk to him.

“Hey,” he suddenly spoke, deep voice spooking you. You jumped lightly, taking a step back. He didn’t look at you, but instead stared at the two items in his hand. Two cans of soda. “Cherry or vanilla?”

You tilted your head, though of course he didn’t see. Deciding not to question why he was asking a stranger for advice on fizzy beverages, you answered him. “Cherry-vanilla,” you said, grabbing the aforementioned can off the shelf. You held it out for him to grab. “It’s the best of both.”

He set the cans down, looking over to grab the soda, when his eyes widened ever so slightly. He leaned back stiffly, guarding himself as he stared you down. “Call off your stand before things get ugly,” he threatened, an entity materializing beside him. You gasped.

His spirit looked completely different than yours—a muscular, scantily clad god-of-a-man with long black hair and piercing eyes. It locked eyes with you, unblinking. You beckoned your own companion beside you. “You can see it, too?” you whispered. “And you have a spirit of your own.”

“They’re called stands. And they’re manifestations of your soul.” His stance relaxed slightly. “I’m assuming by your reaction you’ve never met another stand-user before.”

“I always assumed I was alone,” you said. “There’s others out there like me—well, like us?”

“Yeah. Too many, if you ask me.” He grabbed the cherry-vanilla soda from your hand, popping it open as he gestured you to follow him. “Follow me. I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

You did as told, trailing behind as he walked out of the store, chugging the soda down before tossing in the trash bin outside. “You gonna pay for that?” you questioned, glancing behind you at the clueless cashier.

“I doubt a can of soda will bankrupt ‘em. Now let’s get a move-on. I don’t have all day to play teacher.”

“Get a move-on where? I don’t even know you.” You stopped, watching as he opened the door to his car. He rolled his eyes, as though your legitimate concerns were petty questions that didn’t need answered. Still, he spoke up.

“Jotaro Kujo. And we’re heading back to my apartment. I’m not standing in a grocery store revealing sensitive information.” He gestured to the passenger door from his side. “Get in.”

“Great,” you muttered sarcastically, popping the door open and slipping inside. “This is definitely not a stupid and dangerous idea. Sure. Why not?”

“Stop talking to yourself. If you think it’s so stupid then why’d you follow me out here?” He started up the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. He turned up the radio slightly. Punk-rock played through the speakers. You two had the same taste in genre, you noted. At least if he was going to kill you, you’d die listening to decent music.

“Because I care more about answers than my wellbeing,” you replied honestly, arms crossed as you stared out the window. “My whole life I’ve never seen anyone like me. Then I suddenly run into you at a grocery store I decide to visit for the first time? It’s. . . bizarre.”

“Stand users are more common than you’d think. But even so, the likelihood of bumping into each other. . .” he trailed off, brows furrowed in concentration. His hands gripped the steering wheel, fingers occasionally tapping against it. “It’s like we’re all magnets. . .”

“Would you mind elaborating? How do you know so much about all this, anyway?”

He shot you a glare. “Damn it. I’m trying to think here!” You locked eyes with him, returning the dirty look tenfold. It’s not like it was your fault for getting coerced into a stranger’s car. Well. . . it may have been a little bit of stupid curiosity on your part, but to pass up the opportunity to get answers about the being that’s haunted you since you could remember? That wasn’t going to happen. You couldn’t let someone like yourself slip through your fingers. You had to know what he had to say.

“You told me you’d give me answers, Kujo.” You clicked your tongue. “But fine. I’ll shut up. . . for now.”

The rest of the ride was silent, save for Jotaro muttering under his breath. When he finally pulled into a nice apartment complex, you tore out of the car. You were halfway to the building before he’d turned it off. You stood on the concrete sidewalk, leaning on either foot anxiously.

He walked past you, heading up the stairs. You followed swiftly behind, careful not to step on his coat. Why was he wearing such a large jacket, anyway? It was rather hot out. If he was trying to make a statement, he should’ve gone with white. It would contrast his hair better.

You brushed off your odd thoughts, instead watching as he finally stopped at a door, swinging it open. He didn’t bother to welcome you inside, just leaving it open as he slipped his shoes off. You followed in, shutting the door behind you. You took your shoes off, setting them neatly against the entryway wall. You almost left them on in case you needed to sprint out of there, but your common courtesy forbade it.

“Alright. Now answers,” you said, taking a seat on the plush brown couch in the living area. He stood in the kitchen—the open floor plan allowing you to watch him as he dug a soda out of the fridge. He tossed a can to you. Well, more like at you.

“Would you give me a second? Good grief, you’re impatient.”

You barely caught it before it hit the window behind you. You looked at the label. Cherry-vanilla. Why did he ask you about your soda opinion in the first place if he already had. . . it didn’t matter. You popped it open, taking a sip. “I came here to talk about why the hell you and I have strange entities permanently tied to our bodies and how we managed to run into each other despite the likelihood of that happening being next to zero. Not to sip soda and have small talk.”

He finally took a seat across from you in a comfortable looking loveseat, popping open another soda. “I hear you. Jesus, woman, give me a break.”

You huffed. “Just tell me what you know, please.”

“Look.” He took his hat off, setting it on the coffee table. He propped his feet next to it. If you were his mother you’d scold him for that. “This whole thing started with my great-great-grandfather and his asshole step-brother. It’s a long story.”

Your eye twitched. You glanced over at your spirit—or stand as Jotaro called it—that was lingering beside you. “Any way you can start a little closer to the present day? Like how you managed to control your ‘stand’ like you did? All mine does is sort of hover around.”

Jotaro’s stand appeared once more, standing next to the seat. “I call him Star Platinum. All you need to do is focus on controlling it. It’s part of you. Like moving a limb.” Star Platinum punched the air a few times before letting out a swift and rather quiet, “ora”. You blinked. His could even talk? Well. . . make sounds was a better word for it, but it still surpassed your own stand, who was barely more than a semi-permeable puppet. You turned to face your entity. You examined its every detail, studying it like it was your own body. You imagined it moving its hand to pick up your soda, now discarded on the coffee table. It did nothing. You grunted, focusing harder. You concentrated with everything you had. It’s your hand. It’s your hand. It’s your hand. Move. Move. Move—

Your stand’s fingers twitched, before its whole arm came alive. It moved robotically, but with purpose. Grasping the soda can, it picked it up, handing it to you. You took the soda. You sipped the sweet beverage smugly. You did it.

“Good to know you’ll be safe next time you visit a vending machine,” Jotaro ridiculed, a barely noticeable smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” you shot back. “Anyway, what does some distant relative have to do with all this?”

“To save time, all you need to know is that the asshole step-brother became a vampire, stole my ancestor’s body, and led an army of stand users to kill my grandfather and I as we tried to save my mother from becoming victim to her own stand. Other people joined us too but they’re not important right now. They have stands as well. So does my grandfather. We killed the vampire—Dio—but stand users keep appearing, and we don’t know why.”

You resisted the urge to spit up your soda laughing. He had to be joking. Did he really think you were that stupid? Body-snatching? Vampires? This wasn’t a movie or some bizarre television show. Those so-called ‘creatures of the night’ weren’t real.

“It sounds fake,” Jotaro said, breaking your unbelieving silence. “It’s not. You know stands exist. They don’t make sense, either.”

“Fine,” you accepted. “Let’s say your little bizarre adventure is true. That still doesn’t explain how we could’ve possibly met each other. I’m not even supposed to be in this town. I took the wrong bus.” You relaxed your elbows onto your knees, leaning forward. “What’s the answer to that?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, crunching his now-empty can. He threw it behind himself haphazardly. It landed into the bin perfectly. You wondered how long it took for him to do that.

“Well. What about your grandfather or the people you mentioned?” you asked. “Do they know anything?”

“Half of those people died on the trip. My grandfather’s in no shape to do much of anything. And Polnareff is already scouring aimlessly with no answers.”

“Oh.” You glanced at the wooden floor awkwardly. “Sorry for your loss.”

“All you need to do now is put your stand away, lay low, and watch out for anyone who may be a stand user,” Jotaro said, quickly changing the subject. “Not everyone who has a stand is an upstanding citizen. They can and will use them for evil.”

“Are there more stand users around here?” you questioned. “I guess if we’re all attracted to each other like magnets, there’s bound to be more.”

“Exactly. Which is why you need to learn to use your stand for more than picking up soda.”

“I get it,” you said, waving off his taunts. You stood up from the couch, walking towards where he sat. “I’ll keep in touch. For now, I’m going back home. I’ve had enough information for one day. Gimme a paper and I’ll jot down my number.”

He stood up, and you stepped back. You forgot just how tall he was for a second there. You wondered how many doorframes he’d hit in his lifetime.

Jotaro grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from off the kitchen counter, tossing it to you. You really did not enjoy the amount of throwing this man did. You managed to catch the pen and paper though, though it wasn’t your hands that held the objects, but your stand’s.

“You’re catching on fast,” he said, leaning against the counter, elbows holding him up. “Not bad.”

You ignored the sudden warmth of your cheeks, instead scribbling down your information before tossing the paper and pen back. “There. I put my name on there too since you didn’t have the decency to ask for it.”

With that, you slipped your shoes back on, swinging open the apartment door and walking out.

Jotaro watched you leave, a gleam in his eye and an embarrassed smirk on his face. As much as he hated to admit it, he was looking forward to seeing you again. Even if you were loud and snarky and matched his quips blow-for-blow. As strange and unexplained the attraction between stand users could be, he had a decent idea about why he was drawn to you.

He was never one for romance—he’d skipped all his school dances and after-school parties—but there was just something about you. He glanced at your unfinished soda placed on the coffee table. What a stupid way to talk to a woman. Cherry or vanilla? Though he supposed he did manage to get you home in one day. He must’ve done something right.

He looked to his side, examining Star Platinum’s giddy expression. As much control as he had in his stand, he could never get Star to calm his unwaveringly unhidden emotions.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Good grief. My idiot grandfather would be ashamed.” How’d that old man act so charismatic all the time?

Meanwhile, after you’d finally made it back home after hours of taking public transportation, you collapsed into your comfortable bed, thinking about the man you’d met that day. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Even after all the information you’d received, all you could picture was Jotaro’s stoic expression as he spoke, black hair falling into his face without his hat to keep it up. He intrigued you. Not only because he was the first person you’d ever met with a power like yours, but also because of his demeanor. There was something more to his stoic nature. And you couldn’t wait to discover it.

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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their s/o is crying.

request: can we have the crusaders reacting to their s/o crying because they had a bad week?

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; light romance; kind of angst; crying; rather sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, noriaki kakyoin, muhammad avdol & jean pierre polnareff {jojo 3}

author’s note: my fav part of jojo :D

— JOSEPH

↘ He is very caring, of course in his own way.

↘ I think definitely the first thing he will do when he sees that you are sad and your cheeks are wet with tears is to take a nice yellow handkerchief from his pocket and wipe your nose and your red eyes while giving you a little kiss right middle of the forehead. Then he will suggest a conversation and some water/tea to calm your raging thoughts.

↘ I think at such moments he perceives you more as a little child than as a partner, so expect a serious talk, some life tips and promises that in case you need to talk again, drink something or a book to read, he will be right next to you. And then he’ll go to the kitchen to make you something to eat, such as colorful sandwiches full of vegetables, which have cute decorations in the shape of smiling faces from the cut radishes and chives.

↘ Joseph definitely knows how to take care of you during your unpleasant days of stress, pain and uncertainty.

— JOTARO

↘ He’s not very good at comforting you, but I think he’ll make an ‘exception’ for you.

↘ “Oi, don’t cry. Come here, we’ll watch a movie or order food.”

↘ I think his love language is definitely gifts, so if you are sad and your eyes are full of nasty tears, expect both small and slightly larger presents from Jotaro to make you feel better. Usually these will be items that will help you in some way to replace him; for example, a huge plush toy, a new blanket or a oversized sweatshirt in your favorite color. He (for sure) also likes to buy you food or cold snacks such as ice cream or slushie.

↘ Expect comforting messages from him as well, but without emojis. They sound offensive at times like ‘Stop crying, Y/N’ but you know he’s very worried about you. He just can’t find the cute sticker tab on the keyboard, lol.

— NORIAKI

↘ He’s so sensitive and really concerned with your mental and physical condition. Nevertheless, he will approach the topic very calmly, even hesitantly, asking if you want to talk.

↘ However, I think that if he notices any uncertainty in your gaze or in your facial expressions, he’ll suggest you to exchange notes so that you don’t feel his eyes or the unpleasant pressure that is equivalent to talking in person.

↘ Noriaki tries very hard to improve your mood with short trips; even a walk to the nearest park/lake or a short date in the zoo and botanical garden. He likes to buy you small decorations for the fridge or bouquets of flowers consisting of white carnations, irises and pink freesias.

↘ He’s also a specialist in all kinds of Disney cartoons, so expect a small (very big) seance with Princesses, Dalmatians and other animals.

— MUHAMMAD

↘ Literally a husband material.

↘ Therefore, if you are sad, he will be with you all the time until you stop crying. His hand will stroke your back and the top of your head tenderly, and warm lips will always whisper nice words to you that will definitely cheer you up.

↘ I have a feeling Avdol is a great cook, so whenever you have a bad day or time in general, your partner will cook you lots of delicious dishes, especially from his regions. He’s good in stews and spicy dishes.

↘ When you eat, you always talk about more or less ‘normal’ topics. You talk about your gut feelings, work, plans, passions and your relationship, and then you slowly forget what caused sadness in your soul. With your beloved man next to you, delicious food and his jokes, you definitely can’t cry.

— JEAN

↘ Oh my precious, sweet and wholesome boy.

↘ Polnareff, as we all know, is very specific; therefore, as soon as he notices even the tiniest tear on your cheek or just feels from the way you walk, talk and smile that something is wrong, he’ll be very serious and will definitely grab your face between his both, warm hands.

↘ Not only will he give you a juicy kiss on the lips, but he will also announce with a loud voice that you, as his beloved, cannot be sad. Literally, this one thing is enough to make the tears disappear and a huge smile appeared instead.

↘ Then, of course, he’ll take you to his lap or to your bed and give you a tight hug, asking what happened and if he can help you in any way. He will be happy to work with you to solve the problem that is bothering you.

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