How about we have some small angst!
How would the Joestars/Jobros react to the reader nearly dying?
(yes the Jobros are needed 😌 Take as long as you need for this though and have fun!)
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𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒'+𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒' 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒
A/n ; HELLLOOO SWEETIEE ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) this is one of the first angsts I have written so I hope my writing isn't funky.. And holy I'm SO sorry this took this long to come out sweetie and for the small amount of characters.. writer's block hit me hard...🙍♀️ So sorry sweetie..I hope you enjoy tho !
Dividers by @/cursed-carmine
Angst , x gn reader , pt1-3 , injuries and blood
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JONATHAN JOESTAR .
— ☆ Shaken. It all happened in a blur. He wasn't looking, you jumped before you could warn him and then he hears a heavy thud behind him. When he turns, everything stirred into an unclear silence. His hands are trembling when they hold you, as if you were broken glass—he blanks out the heavy blood loss you were experiencing, and he whispers for you to stay awake. It was small, broken—and the last point he'll endure. Held rage seeped into the cracks, and his fingers tighten around your skin—digging into flesh he hoped was still warm.
— ☆ But it wasn't warm. You were cold. Like Ice. He choked on a sob. Before the overwhelming realisation hits him—he forgets the fight and his goal, the sight of you laying still frightened him more than anything ever could. Prayers escape his lips while he begs for you to at least open your eyes. He didn't have anyone to take you to, the only thing he was limited to was wrapping the large slash using some torn fabric from his top and a prayer he kept repeating like it had sense anymore.
— ☆ When you awaken, Jonathan's head is placed on the side of the bed, right next to your hand. When you mutter a weak, “Jonathan?” Your voice was barely even there but Jonathan's eyes open in a second. He's frantic, and relieved to see you're alive. You're there. Hugs you so tight he even forgot you were still severely injured. After that day, he always lingers by your side a little longer and tends to ask how you are often. He's worried, constantly—for that day showed him a reality that could have elongated, but perhaps the gods decided to spare him.
“My love...Do not ever think to defend me in battle again—I admire you for your bravery, but the guilt l'll carry if something severe happend to you will be immense. You have saved me once, but do not ever decide your life is worth so little to throw it away so carelessly. It's the sole reason I'm still going. Your life is the reason why my heart still beats.”
ROBERT E.O SPEEDWAGON .
— ☆ Haunted. He was careless and turned his back—and that resulted in you taking the shot. He's spiraling when he sees you fallen on the ground—a gunshot wound, right near to your very alive heart. He drops to the ground so fast his knees went numb, shaking you so hysterically as if you'd awake. Holds you close to him, and screams to his workers to get immediate help. He's talking to you, whispering to you—his voice desperate to hear your response to his questions. He couldn't let you go like this.
— ☆ He didn't like how still your body was, how faint your pulse hummed underneath your skin—tears prick at the edge of his eyes while he holds you secure against him, like he was your shield. Everything was a blur for him afterwards, but that insistent ache that gnawed at his chest—as it pulled his heart apart to remind him how this could have been prevented if..he kept his eyes forward and didn't waver.
— ☆ You awoke from two weeks passing, and when Speedwagon enters the room, a tray in hand, and he notices your sat up figure—the item clatters to the ground as he runs to you. His arms embrace you in a warm hug, he's crying into your neck, voice breaking as he tells you how paranoid he was for your life. But luck had his back, for once. After that incident, he hired secret bodyguards that were guarding you 24/7 and, he's become even more protective of you. Can you blame him though? He has felt your cold body, and he will never let your temperature fall down again.
“My dear...please, don't ever do something like this ever again. Do you know how much constant pain I was in waiting for your eyes to open and imagining the suffering you had go through? Please...I don't know what I would do if the heavens actually took you away from me. The night where you layed so unresponsively, still haunts me to this day...”
JOSEPH JOESTAR .
— ☆ Has never felt actual, mind wrecking fear in his entire life until this moment. You two were cornered and the only option for you to get out of this alive was to fight—but it took a massive turn. Joseph was fending off the enemies and didn't see how another had sneaked up behind you. But there was this sudden coldness that hung in the air, he turned to check on you—and let out a blood curdling scream calling your name so loud, it echoed through every silent, abyssal corner.
— ☆ Goes mad. He's not sparing any mercy and in a flash—he's done, covered in blood and other lacerations, but he runs to you first. Tried to get you to wake up, panic erupting in him when you don't respond. And he lifts you immediately, doesn't waste a minute to start sprinting. His heart stammers against his ribs and, the adrenaline rushed through his veins since it was the only thing keeping him awake. He will not allow you to die like this, over his own dead body.
— ☆ He's quiet and less his usual humourous self when you're recovering in stillness. But the moment you wake up—he's at your side, sobbing ugily into your lap and gripping your hand like he's making sure you aren't a dream again. Starts to become extremely protective..and might I say, possessive even—he doesn't let you join training, or fights, he's not going to see himself the same if he notices you're injured. Even a small paper cut would make him go into panic.
“Baby...you know how much I love you right? How I would buy the moon if you asked? Yeah...you know—i have never.. experienced such a mess of emotions in my life, when l saw you on the floor like that. And I'm not allowing it again. You hear me baby?”
CAESAR ZEPPELI .
— ☆ Goes blank. The light in his eyes shiver when he sees you on the floor, unconscious, and bleeding a fatal amount. He scrambles, and accidentally zaps himself with his own hamon for how frantic he is. He rushes to your side and pulls you into his arms, his mother tongue slipping and speaking to you to stay awake. Stay alive. At least take a breath. For him.
— ☆ Tears already spill from his eyes before he can even feel them. He's the only one with you, so to keep your blood from flowing out; he uses his scarf and tightly wraps it around your open wound. He's carrying you very carefully, and flinches hard when he hears a pained groan escaped you. He doesn't stroll around after that, immediately rushes to anywhere that could help you.
— ☆ He doesn't leave your room until you are awake. And when you do, he's conflicted—his face twists into that of pain, relief and guilt. He takes your hands and softly cries into your palms, and kisses them so tenderly his lips graze over your skin. After it passes, he starts to have his hands secure around you—either on your hip, around your waist/torso, or his hand holding yours. He needs to feel your warmth to assure him he isn't hallucinating your smile, and also to pull you out of any potential danger. He does, hold onto the scarf that has your blood absorbed in it's fabric, as a reminder he shall keep thriving.
“Mio caro/Mia cara, the night is, beautiful isn't it? But.. it also reminds me, the dreadful day where you bled out on the ground right before my very eyes. Il mio tesoro, will you promise me one favour? That you'll be stay by my side on every night, so we can gaze the stars together?”
JOTARO KUJO .
— ☆ Appalled. And actually shows it for a split second. It was only a brief glance he had to take before he realises you're going to hit the ground. Your name rips out of his throat and he catches you just in time—but when he feels just how cold your body has turned. The real horror dreads onto his face. Your breathing is there, but it's alarmingly uneven.
— ☆ His slender fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes in a way to gain his senses, damaging it slightly. He sucks in a breath—and uses star platinum to knock you out fully in order for you to not feel the pain. He's pulling you into his arms and lifting you, head snapping to the nearest hospital. Now his breathing is uneven, but that isn't his priority, neither is the severely battered down enemy.
— ☆ When he hears you have awoken from your rest, he walks into the hospital room with a detached expression. You know he's had it hard for the last couple of weeks for his tired he looked. He sits on the nearby chair, hesitantly—like he doesn't know if it's an illusion or not. His voice comes out low, his hat's dipped over his eyes so you don't see how sore they are. His hand grips your own, for a minute, afraid to hurt you. But also afraid to let you go. He's the same afterwards, but star platinum isn't—his soul isn't. His stand flickers to life behind you every second to check on you, without you knowing it's presence. It fixes objects into place, moves anything that could be dangerous and always, has it's eye on you.
“Gimme a break, why didn't you call out to me? Why did you keep fighting...knowing it could have caused your own demise? Why...do you always make me worry for you so much [Name]? At least bother yourself to call my name before you pass out.”
KAKYOIN NORIAKI .
— ☆ Petrified to extents that aren't normal. His stand reacts before he can, it's green tentacles burst out and zoomed to envelope you before your body decides to fall. He's sprinting to you next, forgetting the ongoing fight. He's crying, sobs ripping out of him violently while he holds your head in his hand—keeps you close so he can share his warmth with you, in hopes you'll accept it though the coldness etched in your skin.
— ☆ It took a while for care to come, and that was the most horrible 45 minutes he has ever endured. He's fully shaking, whispering incoherence even he couldn't understand himself, and the other crusaders have to pry him off you when care does come. And that's when the enduring point snaps—he's completely out of it. His trembling body seemed to worsen when he stays quiet, his fingers sinking into his palms as his thoughts consume him. Avdol had to shake him out of it, yet he fell right back in. Honestly, the crusaders have never seen Kakyoin act like this in their entire journey.
— ☆ Kakyoin's hugging you to him the minute he sees you're awake—his hot tears staining the shoulder area of your shirt, and he takes a very long time to finally calm down. He needs to hear your voice to feel himself go limp—hold his face in your hands and tell him you're right here. After that horrific incident, he's glued to your side. His overthinking hits when he sees you out of his sight for too long, he has to be near you—to protect you and..remind himself you didn't die, like in his incessant nightmares.
“[Name] please, be careful the next time we are fighting...or just call out my name and I'll be right there. I don't think I can manage to see you injured like that again. I.. don't even know what i would do with myself if something happened to you. You're the light in my life, if something serious happens to you. I can't say what I'd do to get it back.”
