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Jolyne Cujoh no estilo de Arcane
não reposte sem a minha autorização :) / não sei se as pessoas vão reconhecer o estilo mas tdb
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Hi! Just found your blog and I wanted to ask for a request: How about a oneshot involving Jotaro, Reader and Jolyne? Either Reader can be Jolyne’s step mom or bend reality and make her Jolyne’s actual mom. Have fun with it! Thanks!
Author’s Note: AHHHHH i love these kinds of fics :] Reader is Jolyne’s stepmom, and Jolyne is approximately 11 years old
Hell’s Kitchen
With a gasp, you dodged the white powder that came flying towards your face. “Jolyne!” you chortled, “The cake batter is already in the oven; there’s no need for the flour anymore!”
The girl giggled and reached back into the bag of flour, scooping as much as possible in her minuscule hands, before tossing another load at you. This time, you had grabbed the nearest ingredient to retaliate.
An egg, straight from the carton.
You quickly strode towards her and cracked the egg in your hand before rubbing it all over Jolyne’s hair, making her gasp and laugh in glee. You picked her up before spinning her around.
The moment was interrupted by the ding of the oven. You set Jolyne down before grabbing the oven mitts that had been left on the counter. You pulled on the oven door and grabbed the pan, careful not to grip it too tightly in fear of the mitts’ insulation failing on you. You set the cake pan onto a mat and removed the gloves.
Jolyne had quickly followed, bringing the frosting and some icings to decorate and sign. You put the icing into separate piping bags, (F/C) for you and a neon green for Jolyne. By the time you had finished, the cake seemed to have cooled down.
Taking the tray-like piece of the cake container, you set the baked treat onto it before grabbing two spatulas and handing one to Jolyne. Her green eyes dazzled as she scooped up a glob of the cream cheese frosting and dumped it onto the cake’s top.
You grabbed your spatula and motioned for her to turn the cake stand as you spread the frosting along the sides, trying to even it out as much as possible. By the time the two of you had finished with the layer of frosting, Jolyne was literally bouncing in her chair.
You ruffled her hair as she pounced for the icing and started decorating the cake’s sides with sloppy hand-drawn butterflies. When she finished with her little doodles, you had her stand on the chair as she signed her name on the top. You did the same before adding a little message with a smile.
You sighed in relief as the tedious process, that had been turned into a bonding moment between you and your step-daughter, had finally been finished. Jolyne had grabbed the lid to the stand and secured the cake. She then waltzed into the living room, with you in tow, and began to watch cartoons as the two of you drifted off on the couch.
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Jotaro entered the house with a sigh, placing his hat and coat on the rack before slipping off his shoes and entering the house. His eyes widened as he saw how much of a mess had been made in the kitchen.The attention drifted to the laughs of his daughter and you, joking about just how horrible Jolyne was at Uno.
Jolyne was the first to notice her father’s presence and ran towards him, ambushing Jotaro with a hug. You walked toward him and offered a kiss, to which Jolyne gagged at, before grasping his hand and leading him to the table.
On it was a cake that had messy butterflies and a message plastered on top: “(Y/N), Jolyne, and an upcoming Kujo.”