A/N: Hello everybody! Just a heads up, I changed the name of the reader's stand to (S/N)! I know it's a reader-insert, so I thought it was weird to use a name that the reader didn't use. If you wish to keep it as Lady Stardust, please do by all means! It is your choice! Her description and ability still remain the same, thank you again! Also, I will probably update in the next month or two. Finals are coming up and I need to study. Thank you for understanding!
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It's been three days since I last saw Josuke. The mere thought of his name made my heart skip a beat. God, why can't I get him off my mind? I know I like him, but he lives on the periphery of my thoughts. My fucking god, I'm such a fool in love. I can't even focus when I'm folding clothes or working. I'm worse than his fangirls. The sudden blaring of my alarm clock interrupted my swooning thoughts and I furrowed my brows in frustration. Sighing, I slammed my face into the pillow and groaned in annoyance. My (h/c) locks messily sprawled on the (f/c) fabric as I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock. I felt the warmth of the sunlight enter through my white and (f/c) curtains, causing me to groggily groan. The warmth felt similar to the kiss I shared with Josuke. His lips were so soft and sweet like sugar. I wish that moment would have lasted just a little longer.
"Why do you do this to me, Josuke?" I mumbled through the soft fabric of my pillow.
BBRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNG! The shrill sound of the telephone cut the silence in the room. You HAVE to be fucking kidding me. All I wanted was to sleep in for the weekend but now SOMEBODY has to FUCKING CALL ME? AT 7 A.M. ON A FUCKING WEEKEND?! WHAT KIND OF DUMBASS CALLS SO EARLY?! I can never get a single fucking break. Sitting up, I released an angry, tired hiss and looked at the phone that was vibrating erratically. Taking in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down before answering the (f/c) phone.
"Hello, who is this?" I asked in in a rather polite tone.
"Hello! You've just won a free-"
"Listen, shithead," my tone immediately changed, "I'm not interested in any bullshit you are selling. Don't ever fucking call me aga-"
"WOAH, (Y/N)," the voice on the other end yelled in a surprised tone, "YOU HAVE SUCH A POTTY MOUTH! I'm just messing with you~"
A heat grew in my cheeks as I recognized the voice. Josuke... how did he get my number? Wait, that's an easy answer. Of course, Yukako must have given it to him. I should have known. She always tries to play matchmaker.
"Fuck you, Josuke. I was sleeping," I sighed.
"Oh, did I wake up the sleeping beauty? I'm so sorry," he responded in a sarcastic tone.
Rolling my eyes, the blush on my cheeks grew, "What the hell do you want anyway?"
"So I made a new friend and he's an alien-"
"An alien? You made friends... with an alien? From outer space... right?" I raised my eyebrows quizzically.
"I thought he was a stand user at first but no... he's an alien. Okuyasu didn't want to stick around so he left."
"Yeah... I can see why. I mean, you're hanging out with an alien. Don't they eat human brains and probe humans? I heard they can get males pregnant too-"
"(Y/n), that's all in the movies. Trust me, he seems like a nice guy. He can shapeshift into anything and his weakness is the sound of sirens."
"Yeah, he's a nice guy until you get pre-"
"(Y/N)," Josuke shouted, clearly embarrassed, "Please stop talking about that. He's right beside me."
"Okay fine, I'll stop," I giggled, "Carry on."
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The Mysterious Art of Falling in Love (Josuke Higashikata/Reader)
Romance(F/n) (L/n); an average, 3rd-year student who minds her own business. She didn't like drama because it wasn't her 'thing'.She never expected to be in such bizarre situations, such as tracking rats with the ability to melt flesh, meeting a crazy mang...
