Idk why but I love the idea of part 6 jotaro x reader who used to be a part of the stardust crusaders and them secretly longing for each other 😋 it just scratches an itch in my soul
oh my god!!!! the decades long situationship!!!
they've been yearning for each other for so long and i even dare to sprinkle some internalized homophobia (in jotaro's side) because when she and reader met was the 80s and jotaro was in a state of denial for YEARS before realizing that all the feelings she had for reader were actually LOVE. but oh no now she's married and pregnant (with jolyne!!) and it's been a long time since she talked to reader.
jotaro is so sure that you still hate her (your last interaction might have been a fight) but she feels like dying if she doesn't contact with you, at least to know that you're safe.
the meeting is very bittersweet, jotaro loses all her words she mentally prepared on her mind and lowkey starts crying and apologizing to you. you're very confused on what is happening right now but between sobs she explains you that she regrets so fucking much not doing anything when you were teenagers and that she knows that it's too late for you two to be something, but her life has been miserable since you left and she would do anything to have you back, even if it's just a friends.
Just wanted to give a heads up, since the last update 7SU is now at version 1.2.12. No significant updates were added, a bunch of bugs have been fixed in the most recent version. This includes bugs exclusive to the R version as well as some bugs that are in the original English translation.
To give some examples:
- Most notably, fixed bug that caused certain Chaos Mode families to be very hard to get in certain versions of the R mod.
- Fixed certain hidden pathways in Dragon Question III not working.
- Fixed characters and basketballs not appearing in the Gym.
- Recolored some sprites to be more consistent. (For example, Utah now has his iconic black sclera in his face sprite)
- Fixed some typos and minor translation goofs.
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You and Jotaro despise each other's guts. However, your stands tell a completely different story (to put it lightly). While you and Jotaro yelled and insulted each other, your stand and Star Platinum would hug and... kiss? Just what the hell was going on here?!
Or; three times you and Jotaros stands kiss, one time you both did
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TAGS: Jotaro Kujo x Fem!Reader, haters to lovers(?), attempted humor, fluff, stand user!reader, stands acting out on their own, they're both bad at feelings, Kakyoin n Avdol LOWKEY being wingmen, the last entry gets a bit angsty, Jealous Jotaro if you SQUINT
WORD COUNT: 9,840 (wow 😭)
A/N: PLEASE READ. This fic takes HEAVY inspo from @moviecritc 's post ! This idea is not mine, I'm just making a one shot of it cuz I liked it sm :)))
Also, its my first time writing a fic for JJBA, so dont kill me guys if it's kinda bad ok 😪
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The first time it happened, you weren't sure what to make of it.
Both you and Jotaro were known to clash. Always bickering at every opportunity, regardless of the time and place. It could be something serious or something as silly as what meal the crew should have that day. It didn't matter. You two always, always, argued.
You didn't like him, and he didn't like you. Simple as that.
That's how it should have been anyway.
One day, while the others were out in the city looking for food to bring back to the hotel, you and Jotaro stayed behind—and it was only a matter of time until some sort of disagreement popped up.
Your memory is a bit fuzzy on the details, but you remembered Jotaro making some sort of comment about Anne. Something along the lines of 'she's just an extra mouth to feed', and that was enough for you to blow up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You stood up from the chair you were sitting on.
"It's the truth." Jotaro grumbled, voice as monotone as ever. He sat across from you, eyes closed and head against his chair.
"No it's not! She's just a kid Jotaro, what do you want us to do? Leave her on the streets?" You gritted your teeth, "I don't even get your logic anyway. It's not like money is a problem for us, it doesn't hurt to pay a little extra to feed the poor girl."
"There you go with your sympathetic rambling again."
"I'm sorry I actually care about people? Unlike SOMEONE I know."
Jotaro opened his eyes, eyebrows narrowing slightly. As soon as you saw that look, you knew the situation was about to blow.
"Shut the hell up." He clenched his jaw. Even if he was trying hard not to show it, your words struck a nerve in him.
If you weren't mad already, you definitely were now. What was with Jotaro and his tendency to brush everything off!?
"Oh really? Is that all you have to say?" You walked towards him, each step thumping down on the floor, "You can't even defend yourself?! Cause you know you're in the wrong?!"
"I don't feel like explaining myself to you. And I shouldn't have to."
"Damn it Jotaro you always do this! Whenever I make a good point, you just try and complety avoid it!"
The yelling escalated—you're pretty sure the entire hotel could hear you two by now. But you find yourself not caring. Not when you're dealing with this annoying dark haired prick in front of you. The back and forth between you two kept on going like a game of tennis, both of you two so focused on each other that you didn't even realize your stands materialized. In the corner of you eye, you saw Star Platinum with his hands on your stand, and for a moment you thought Jotaro was trying to attack you.
That would have been better than what it actually was.
No, Star Platinum wasn't attacking your stand. He was kissing it.
Out of all the things you expected to see on this trip, this was not one of them.
All the yelling from you came to a halt. Jotaro raised his eyebrow, "You finally done?" before turning to face the reason on why you stopped.
It's silent, neither of you dared to speak. Too surprised from the scene that laid in front of you. Star Platinum's lips gently pushed against your stand's, his big hands surrounding your stand's waist. Now that you think about it, you did feel a ghost of a touch linger on your mouth and body, but you were too caught up in yelling at Jotaro that you failed to notice.
You were too embarrassed to look at Jotaro. How was he reacting to all of this? He hasn't said a word. You assumed he was just as shocked as you were.
After a minute or so, Jotaro finally spoke, "Is this a stand trick of yours that I don't know about?"
"You know all my stands abilities by now! And why the hell would I have one that, that..." You flayed your hands around, blood rushing to your face, "...that'd do something like this?"
As you said that, Star Platinum happily sighed, cupping your stand's jaw and giving her kisses on the cheek.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."
"Why are you always placing the blame on me? I'm pretty sure I saw YOUR stand make the first move-"
"Oh, so it's my fault?" Jotaro chuckled, his voice devoid of any humor. As silly as the situation was in retrospect, it wasn't as funny when you were the one going through it.
Immediately, his expression falls flat, "Use your brain for once, woman. I don't even want to touch you, let alone kiss you. And I never will!"
Star Platinum's lips captured your stand's once more.
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The second time it happened, it was on the train to Calcutta.
Humid air hung over your table, as everyone but Avdol played poker to pass the time. You knew next to nothing about this game, yet, it was never too late to learn. Occasionally the train vibrated underneath you as it hit particularly rocky terrain. It was a bit annoying, but the extraordinary sights you saw as you passed through Southeast Asia made up for it. Overall, the train ride was a chance to step back, to take a break from all the chaos that you and the rest of the crusaders endured on your journey thus far.
Of course—with the one of a kind crew you had—nothing could ever truly be calm around here.
"OH NOOO!"
Joseph's over the top voice echoed through the train as he saw his bet go to waste. At this point in the game, the passengers stopped turning to see what all the racket and noise was coming from. They already knew.
"Hahahahah! Fell for Jotaro's bluff again, eh Joseph?" Polnarref laughed, hearty and full of glee. Definitely exaggerated just to piss Joseph off more.
Jotaro gave a small smirk, taking in the chips as Joseph stared in disbelief, "You owe me, old man."
"Hey! You better learn how to respect your elders, Jojo! Besides, you and I both know that you were obviously cheating-"
Avdol sighed, "Just accept that you lost, Mr. Joestar." He turned to look out the window, fixing his hair, but you catch the little smirk he gave before he did.
"Come on! Is no one on my side?!" Joseph flayed his arms around, eyes rapidly glancing at the others at the table before landing on the redhead sitting next to Jotaro, "Kakyoin?"
Kakyoin took a sip of his drink, "I think it's better for me if I don't comment."
There was only one person left who hadn't spoken up yet. Seated next to him, Joseph turned to you, grinning ear to ear, hands out like he was about to convince you to be on his side.
"What about you sweetheart? Jotaro was cheating wasn't he?" He leaned in closer, still keeping the same grin. The silent plea behind his gaze wasn't lost on you.
Your eyes traveled from Joseph's to the accused sat across from you. Jotaro was silently watching you both, but you could have sworn his gaze lingered on yours a bit longer. Almost as if he was trying to tell you something without having to say it out loud.
You're not going to side with me, will you?
His dumb deep voice echoed in your mind. Grudges aside, the time you were watching the game, Jotaro's playing did look suspicious. So...
"Yeah, he was."
No one was surprised by your response, given the history between you two and all. Yet, it still seemed to strike the nerve in some at the table.
Jotaro scoffed, "I knew you were gonna say that."
"Ohhohoho come on, ma chérie!" Polnarref exclaimed, angling over the table so he could get a better view of you, "If anyone was cheating it was Joseph!" He pointed at the gruff man beside him.
You shrugged, "Maybe they both were."
Just then, a waitress came by the table. She was carrying two big plates, each containing the things you and the crusaders ordered earlier that afternoon. Poker was pushed to the side, discarded for now since no one felt like putting it all away just yet. Everyone was starving, and the food was finally here!
"Apologies for the delay," The waitress quickly placed the plates down on the table, careful not to drop any of the meals, "It was rush hour and- ugh it was just a lot going on in the kitchen-"
"No worries." You said, giving her a sympathetic smile. That seemed to put her at ease at least a little.
She smiled back, tucking a stray strand behind her ear, "Thank you." With clasped hands, her eyes darted to the others seated, "If there is anything else you need, please let me know."
"Sure ma'am." You nodded, "We'll let you know."
With that, the waitress strolled away. Polnarref's gaze followed her steps all the way until she disappeared into another cart.
"You really have no shame, do you?" Avdol scolded.
"What? What did I do? Am I not allowed to look at people anymore?"
Avdol sighed, "You're allowed to look at people... just not undress them with your eyes."
"Ah connard! I didn't even say anything!"
Avdol closed his eyes, unimpressed, "Get to eating."
Polnarref murmured some more French underneath his breath before shoving a fork down in his food.
The rest of the crusaders followed suit, Kakyoin and Avdol savored each bite, Polnarref ate with table manners about as good as an elementary schooler, and Joseph seemed to not enjoy his food as much as he thought he would. But everyone was eating, well, everyone but Jotaro. He opted to just stare blankly at his food instead.
As your mouth was working through some very delicious satay, Jotaro took out a cig. Shortly after, it's lit, the smell of smoke engulfing your nose.
Fun fact, if there was one thing you couldn't stand (more than Jotaro), it was smoking. You hated it. Hated how it smelled, and how suffocating it made you feel. Even if you only caught a small whiff, it managed to ruin your entire mood for the next hour until the disgusting scent got out your system.
Jotaro knew this. And he used it to his advantage. Whenever Jotaro decided to have a smoke break (which unfortunately was very often), he'd always have it conveniently within your vicinity.
This was no exception.
The stench made you almost choke on your food. You forced yourself to swallow, glaring at Jotaro. He returned your gaze.
"Is there a problem?" He asked, cigarette moving between his lips.
"I'm just wondering why you aren't eating your food."
"Not hungry."
The grip on your fork tightened, but you forced yourself to take a deep breath, "Okay... could you do us a favor and put out the cigarette? Or at least not smoke here? It kinda ruins the mood."
Jotaro puffed out smoke in your direction. If you weren't sure before, now you're certain he's doing this just to piss you off.
"I'm just relaxing."
"Uh, well-" You coughed into your elbow, the stench making your eyes water, "Ahem- could you not do that at the table? Where everyone is currently eating?"
Kakyoin looked between you and Jotaro, sensing the tension.
Avdol chimed in, "Listen to her. The smoke is quite distracting."
"Eh, it's alright. Let the kid do whatever he wants," Joseph waved his hand, dismissing the matter entirely.
"If it really bothers you that much, go eat back in your room." Polnarref suggested, truly not meaning any ill will behind it. But his words stung somewhere deep inside your heart.
"Yeah," Jotaro tilted his head, a certain gleam dancing in his iris, "Go back to your room. That way, we're both happy."
Wow. The nerve of this man.
"Is this pay back or something?" You snarked.
"Pay back?" Jotaro parroted back, squinting at you as if he didn't know exactly what you were talking about.
You huffed, placing your utensils down, "You still think I was the one who caused the whole... thing between our stands that one time."
"Wait, what thing?" Polnarref darted his eyes between you two.
Jotaro adjusted his hat so it rested lower on his head, obscuring the upper half of his face. "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." He muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Sure you don't."
You crossed your arms as a realization slowly dawned on you. He was embarrassed. Untouchable Kujo Jotaro was embarrassed. He didn't want the others to know about that little ordeal between your stand and Star Platinum's. A small smile appeared on your lips, the first one since the whole argument began. Here was a perfect window of opportunity to get back at Jotaro—and what else could you do but take it?
"Maybe I should refresh you on what happened then."
Jotaro snapped his head up, eyes wide. Everyone at the table took notice.
Joseph wiggled his eyebrows, "Do tell."
Kakyoin rested his face in the center of his palm, his cherry earrings dangling back and forth due to the motion, "Now I'm curious as well. I never heard about this."
Even Avdol took interest. "What's this about your stands?"
"Well, you see..." You began, eyeing Jotaro and his reactions. He looked pissed, and you don't think you've ever been more satisfied in your life.
But then, a wave of guilt crashed on you. Was this really the kind of person you wanted to be? Spilling secrets that (even if neither of you ever explicitly stated it) were supposed to be between the two of you? You didn't enjoy Jotaro's company, sure, but you still considered him a comrade. Did you really want to smash what little trust there was between you two? Just for short lived satisfaction that'll fizzle out in mere days?
Ultimately, you decided that keeping your mouth shut was the better option. As much as you wanted to get back at Jotaro, no one deserved to go through that sort of humiliation.
Plus... you would definitely get teased just as much as Jotaro if this got out (which would just end up evening the score between you two anyway).
"...That's a story for another day." You leaned back against the cushion of your seat, "I'm too tired right now, I think I'm gonna go and take a nap."
"H-wha-WHAT?" Polnarref slammed his hands down on the table, "You can't just leave us hanging like that!"
"I gotta rest up for tomorrow!" You called out as you got up and made your way to your compartment.
"What was the point of even mentioning it then!!" Polnarref cried out, though, his voice got fainter and fainter as you drew near your room.
You slid open the door, the woody auroma calming you down. Much better. Items were scattered around, your bed was undone, and luggage that you hadn't bothered to open yet was discarded near the corner. It was messy, but it was yours.
Jotaro's face flashed through your mind. He genuinely did look pissed off when he thought you were gonna spill what happened. Actually, now that you're looking back on it, his eyes seemed to have a look of panic. Which was something you never saw from him. The train of thought almost made you feel bad for what you nearly did. Almost.
As you went to close the door, a leather shoe stopped it, getting in the way of it fully shutting. It looked familiar—and wait a minute so did those pair of pants. Was it...?
There's no way.
Whatever short lived smugness you had before disappeared as quickly as it came when you opened the door, only to find the aforementioned Kujo Jotaro standing right in front of you.
His bulking frame took up most of your vision, forcing you to crane your head just to see him. Jotaro had the same blank expression he always did. A loose strand of hair hung over his face, and his ear pierced studs glistened in the light, shining like diamonds.
Up close, you understood why the girls back home obsessed over him so much. For a brief moment, you wondered why you didn't end up the same. The answer came quickly in you mind.
Because he's an asshole.
No room for debate. That was it. Simple.
Silence stretched on. Long, unbearably awkward silence. You weren't sure what to say. He just showed up out of nowhere, and now is just... staring you down?
Briefly, you wondered if this was some kind of test, but before you could think about it any longer, Jotaro spoke up.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
You scratched the back of your head, "C'mon, did you really think I would?"
"Yeah." Jotaro stated bluntly.
A sigh escaped your lips, "Look... what would be the point? If I mentioned what happened it would have been embarrassing for us both." Your lips pushed together into a thin line, "And... although I may not like you... I..."
Trailing off, you're unsure if you should say what you truly wanted to right now.
"You what?" He tilted his head down more, crossing his arms, frame looming over.
Screw it, might as well speak your mind.
"...I don't want to be responsible for doing something that might hurt you."
The words came out more personal and genuine than you would have liked. Even Jotaro seemed surprised by them, at least, that's what the flicker of whatever flashed across his face seemed to tell.
"Since when did you care about shit like that?"
Your body tensed up. The truth is, you didn't know. And you didn't have an answer that fit the narrative of you hating him.
"You- ugh-! Don't get the wrong idea!"
You deflected. There were too many complicated feelings you begun to have, none of which you bothered starting the process of unpacking yet. Why would you? When you had more important things on hand like the mission?
"I only didn't do it because I have morals! Unlike you I actually care about how my actions and words affect others! So don't come to me asking me these stupid questions as if you think you're special or something! Damn it Jotaro!"
"Good grief." His jaw clenched, "All I asked was one question and now you're fucking blowing up on me."
Frustration coursed through your veins. Those words were enough to start another full blown argument, one that lasted for quite a bit before two familiar faces showed up.
Hidden behind you, were Star Platinum and your stand. Your stand's fingers threaded through Star Platinum's messy hair, his gently held onto her hands. And, of course, their lips were all over each other.
Jotaro noticed before you did, cutting whatever insult he was throwing at you off, as he stared blankly behind you.
"Not this again." He muttered.
"What?" You turned, facing the sight you thought you'd never have to see again, "Oh. That."
Silence fell between you two. This time around, you actually felt their touches—more than usual—and transiently you wondered if Jotaro did too. Whenever Star Platinum kissed the corner of your stand's mouth, it left a ghost of goosebumps in wake on your own skin. If he held your stand's waist, it felt like someone was holding yours too.
The feeling was... weirdly nice.
Not like you'd ever admit that to yourself though.
"This is ridiculous." Jotaro mumbled, stating the obvious.
"Yeah." You murmured back.
It's quiet again, save for Star Platinum's little oras whenever your stand attacked him with kisses.
"And stupid." You added on awkwardly.
Jotaro grunted in agreement.
Out of nowhere, your stand started to draw hearts over Star Platinum's toned chest. You noticed how Jotaro crossed his arms tighter, fists clenching around his sleeves like he was trying to ground himself or else he'd slip away.
Jotaro cleared his throat, "I'm gonna go."
"Good idea."
"Yeah."
"Ok. See ya."
He nodded, pushing his hands into his pockets as he walked back in the direction of where the rest of the crew were.
Leaving you behind with the two love birds.
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The third time it happened, it was on a submarine en route to Egypt.
Sixty meters below sea level, the vessel traveled at a comfortable pace. When you thought of submarines you thought of cramped spaces, tight corridors, dusty rooms that left you barely any room to breathe. But this, this vessel was the complete opposite. It was fairly large, which shocked you. Definitely more then enough room for six occupants. Another thing that surpised you was just how nice it was. It included things like a fridge, satellite phone, even a coffee machine. Truly, it was a sub of luxury. Valves decorated the walls, pipes looped around like a maze, and there were machines connected to them all (none of which you could name). Faint sounds of water bubbling could be heard outside, and the sonar beeped periodically.
At the moment, Avdol was the one driving. He was the only one out of the entire crew qualified enough to, after all. Though, Polnarref kept pestering him that he should be next (to no avail).
"I trust Mr. Joestar more with maneuvering vehicles than I do with you." Avdol quipped.
Polnarref groaned. "Oh c'mon!"
"If that's the case," Joseph came over by the two, "then let me drive! I'll be just fine!"
"But you're not gonna, Gramps." Jotaro lowered his head, unimpressed. "I'm not getting in another crash because of you."
Joseph chuckled, "Hah! My grandson sure is harsh."
"You just figured that out?" You muttered, only loud enough for Jotaro—who was sitting adjacent to you—to hear.
Jotaro shot you a look. But he kept quiet.
The crusaders talked on for a while longer, but you mostly tuned them out. Right now, you were in your own head, thinking about, well a lot of things. Turns out being on a submarine in deep ocean with not much to do besides talk, eat, and sleep, left you with a bunch of free time. And you personally used that time to lose yourself in your head.
One thing that kept popping up in your mind was Jotaro. You're not sure exactly why, but your brain refused to be fixated on anything else besides him. Everything about him; his interactions with you, his demeanor, how he always hid behind that scowl. How he managed to have incredible fighting skills while simultaneously having no social ones. How he pestered you and bothered you to no end. Why he disliked you so much (that one you're not sure if you'll ever figure out). Seriously, it's not like you ever did anything to him!
Maybe it's a facade.
A small voice—your own—faintly whispered in the back of your mind. Facade? Really?
Memories of your stands kissing popped up. To this day you weren't sure why they acted out the way they did. You didn't even realize stands could just... do things on their own. They were supposed be a manifestation of the user's life energy, their soul. At least, that's how Avdol explained it to you. So how would they have a separate consciousness...
Wait. If they were a representation of the user's psychic energy, then that would mean...
A tap on your shoulder interrupted you. It was Kakyoin.
"You alright?"
"Huh?" It took you a second to register what he was saying.
He gestured towards the fridge and coffee machine, "I was asking everyone if they wanted something to drink."
"And you weren't responding." Jotaro grunted.
"Even when I was calling out your name." Kakyoin added on.
"Oh, I wasn't?" You blinked. Right. You were busy thinking about... what was it again?
Realizing Kakyoin was waiting for you to continue, you shook your head, "Sorry- uhm. I was just zoned out is all." You gave him a polite smile, "And yes, I would like something. I'm pretty thirsty."
Kakyoin nodded, returning the smile. "Thought so."
He walked to the back of the room, seemingly to work on preparing all the drinks for everyone. You're left to your own devices once more.
Except, you could feel Jotaro's gaze zeroing in on you. You turned to face him. As expected, his face was blank, emotionless. Head slightly tilted back along with his chair, and his arms were crossed. He never made it easy to decipher how he was feeling, did he?
"What?"
You asked him, genuinely dumbfounded on why he was staring at you so intensely.
"What's the problem?"
"Huh?"
"You," He jerked his head in your direction, "you're never this quiet for this long. So what's going on?"
"I-" You cocked your head at him, a small chuckle escaping you, "-I'm just tired. That's all."
He stared at you like you just made the dumbest joke of all time.
"Bullshit."
"Excuse me?"
"That's not the reason why you're quiet. You were thinking about something."
Unsure of how to respond, you nodded slowly. "Well, I was. Is that an issue?"
"No."
You stayed silent for a moment, analyzing Jotaro's minimal expressions, trying to figure just exactly what his goal here was. The thought of him asking you that out of pure worry or curiosity was so outlandish to you, that it never crossed your mind. Even if realistically that was the most logical explanation.
Not like you got that at the time, though.
"Y'know, you make no sense to me, Jotaro." You shook your head, sighing.
Jotaro wrinkled his eyebrows at you. He didn't have time to respond back thankfully, since just then Kakyoin returned to the table with your drinks.
"Here you guys go." Kakyoin placed the cups and cans down. One coffee for you, two colas for him and Jotaro.
He pulled out a chair to sit next to you, "I hope this is good enough."
"It's great! Thank you, Kakyoin." Giddy, you picked up your cup very gently. It was still hot, the smell of caffeine soothing your agitated brain.
Kakyoin popped open his can of cola. "Of course."
Careful not to burn yourself, you took a sip of the coffee. It was... amazing!
"Mmm no way! Did you add cream to this too?" The taste lingered on your tongue as you spoke.
"I did." He took a sip of his own drink, the can as bright as his cherry earrings hiding his small smirk. "I... uh... you mentioned it that one time remember? That you preferred your coffee with cream?"
"Well, you've got a better memory than me."
Kakyoin shrugged, placing his cola down.
You looked down at the caffeinated drink in your hand, turning the cup around idly. "Seriously though, I appreciate it. I haven't had any good coffee like this in awhile. I didn't realize how much I missed it."
"Then enjoy it now." Kakyoin leaned his head into his hand, "You deserve it."
You flushed slightly at the comment, his words comforting you. In the corner of your eye, you could see Jotaro's grip tightened around his own can. But you paid him no mind. The trip had been so overwhelming, you barely got any time like this to just, relax. Enjoy simple little treats such as this one. Or spend meaningful time with your friends.
Taking your time, you savored the warm drink, and lost yourself in your head once more. Most of it was thinking back on your home in Japan. As fun as this all was—seeing new places, experiencing new things you wouldn't have otherwise—you still missed home.
Actually, maybe Jotaro did too.
"Do you ever miss Japan?" You mused out loud, the question being directed at the two boys sitting with you.
"Sometimes." Kakyoin shrugged.
"Not really." Jotaro spoke bluntly, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
You turned to properly face him. "Howcome?"
"It was shitty."
"Was it now?" You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course he thought it was. "And why do you think that?"
"For multiple reasons."
"Which are...?"
Jotaro muttered, "I don't feel like telling you."
You clenched your jaw, but quickly breathe in and out. Okay, so Jotaro didn't want to say. That's fine. Totally. He can keep his mouth shut. It's whatever.
But... curiosity got the best of you.
"Was it because of school?" You tilted your head at him.
"Who knows."
You took that as a 'yes'. "Was it the work?"
"No."
"The people?"
Jotaro grunted, tensing his shoulders. You also took that as a 'yes'. All the time you've spent with him so far helped you learn how to read between the lines (for the most part).
"What? Did people annoy you?"
"Yeah."
"In what way?"
"They just did."
"Okay, that's not really helpful."
"Why are you interrogating me?"
You sighed. Just when you thought you were getting somewhere.
"I'm just saying," Getting annoyed, you mumbled, "can't you- ugh-can't you not be so difficult for once in your life?"
Alright, maybe you could have worded that a bit better, but Jotaro was really starting to piss you off, and you did not feel inclined to be mature about it.
"Good grief, woman. Stop whining."
"I am not whining!"
Jotaro slouched over, ignoring you completely. It only served to make you more mad than before.
You whipped you head at Kakyoin, who had awkwardly been watching this unfold for the past few minutes. "Kakyoin was I whining?"
"Uhm..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking between you and Jotaro.
"Listen. Pay her no mind. She's in one of her moods."
"The only one in a mood here is YOU Jotaro."
Before it escalated any further, Kakyoin spoke up, "How about you guys calm down and we can all discuss this-"
Neither of you heard him. The petty arguement had already reached a boiling point, it was too late to turn back now and listen to reason.
"Can't you shut the hell up?" Jotaro spat, his gaze finally reaching up to meet yours.
"Always you and this damn attitude! Aren't you the same age as me? When are you gonna grow up? Huh?" You yelled, voice high pitched and filled with frustration.
"Hey-" Kakyoin tried to speak again (keyword tried).
Jotaro leaned in closer, "No need to raise your voice, woman. I can hear you."
"Guys-"
"Well maybe I should speak LOUDER so you actually get what I'm saying. But I guess volume wouldn't matter, since you're too dense to understand me anyway!"
"Guys!"
Kakyoin's raised voice broke you guys out of your trance. Calm collected Kakyoin never yelled—beside maybe in battle—so it was shock to hear for both of you.
He simply pointed to the space behind you, and that's when you realized he was suppressing a smile. "I think you two have more important things to worry about."
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Don't tell me...
Jotaro grunted, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion before turning around to see what he meant.
Take a wild guess what it was.
Your stand's arms hung around Star Platinum's neck, holding on for dear life as he smothered her with kisses all over her mouth, affectionate 'oras' murmured between each peck. Star Platinum had his fingers gently digging into your stand's waist, rubbing his thumb in circles.
"This- this uhm..." You glanced frantically over at Jotaro, who's lips were slightly parted in surprise. Goodness, what were you even supposed to say?!
"Hm? Mind explaining what I'm looking at?" Kakyoin chuckling did not help the situation at all. Matter of fact, it only brought more unfortunate attention to it.
"What are you guys laughing about over there?" Joseph asked, his back facing you guys. So was Polnarref's and Avdol's, but it was only a matter of time before they wanted to know, too.
Currently, Star Platinum was now pulling your stand into a bear tight hug, smooching his lips against her cheek, which ended up spawning a happy giggle from her. They pressed their foreheads together, staring deeply into one another's souls as if they were the only two people (well, stands) in the world.
Oh dear. You did not want them seeing this.
Quick! Think, think! You have to think!
"Nothing, Gramps." Jotaro called back, his voice unwavering. As much as you disliked him, you envyed how he managed to keep his cool so well.
Phew. Perhaps that was enough to convince him.
"I'd be inclined to disagree." Kakyoin said, a wide smirk playing on his lips.
Jotaro shot him possibly the dirtest look you had ever seen. For a second you genuinely thought he was about to punch him in the face. But, if he was going to, he decided to save it for later. After all, there were much more important matters to attend to... such as Kakyoin having perfect view of the humiliating—and unexplainable—make out session between you and Jotaro's stands.
Impulsively, you shoved your stand away from his, forcing them apart. Good thing you did, because a second too late and the always keen Joseph would have seen the whole thing.
"Oh? Why's that Kakyoin?" Joseph called out, straining his neck, not bothering to fully turn around. His eyes squinted at the two stands, who were now all moping about and complaining to their users. "Howcome your stands are called out?"
"They... were..." You drawled out your words, hoping it would buy you enough time to come up with an excuse.
"They were curious about the submarine." Jotaro explained casually. You silently thanked him.
"Yes! Ah-" You cleared your throat, giving a forced smile at Joseph, "-what Jotaro said."
"Hmmm, I didn't know stands could be sentient like that." Joseph whipped his head back to face Avdol, who's personal space was currently being invaded by Polnarref. "Avdol do stands actually work like that?"
"Yes. Usually it's case by case, but it is infact very common. There are times the stand may even act on their own accord, depending on the user's emotions and feelings."
Act on their accord... based on feelings?
"Really?!" Polnarref interrupted, "That means even Hermit Purple could do things on its own, right?"
Avdol let out a grumbled sigh. "...No. Stands that usually act on their own are humanoid presenting. Your Sliver Chariot, or my Magician's Red would be an example. It's very very rare to see otherwise."
"But it's still possible?"
"I suppose it could be, Polnarref."
Polnarref grinned, the fluorescent lights bouncing off his teeth. "So, let's say I had feelings for a girl, but I was too scared to tell her... would Silver Chariot hypothetically-"
"We need not entertain that topic."
"Hey! You didn't even let me finish!"
"I know what you're about to ask."
"How would you know for sure?"
Avdol smiled, shaking his head as he tsked to himself. "Did you forget that I'm a fortunate teller?"
Polnarref formed a little 'o' with his mouth. "Oh. Right." He sheepishly rubbed his neck.
On another day, you would have joined the conversation, but right now you're just glad the spotlight is off your stands. Speaking of which, they were still bothering you two. Star Platinum was muttering many 'oras' to Jotaro, the whole interaction coming off like a child whining to their parent about not getting their way. Then, on the other hand, your stand was simply giving you silent treatment, as if she was waiting for you to apologize. Apologize for what? Separating her mini makeout session with the stand that belonged to the one person you truly disliked in the entire crew?
Eventually, both your guys stands dematerialized, leaving you alone with the aftermath of the whole situation. First things first, you needed to have a talk with Kakyoin. Although you're happy he was the only one who saw what happened, who's to say he won't tell the other crusaders? He seemed to not be the type to anyway, but you could never be too careful. Also, you had to make sure you cleared up any... misunderstandings.
They were feeding off you and Jotaro's hatred for each other, twisting it into some gross form of affection.
Yeah. That's what happened.
It didn't mean anything.
Nothing at all.
Discreetly, you leaned over to tug on Kakyoin's sleeve.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk real quick?" You dropped your voice to a whisper, side eyeing Jotaro to see if he was watching (he was not) (matter of fact he was avoiding any and all eye contact with you).
"Sure."
Kakyoin pushed out his chair, disregarding the half-empty can of cola left on the table. Mimicking his movements, you got out of your own, and made your way down the corridor that lead out the control room. However, as you went, you felt like someone other than Kakyoin was watching you go (it didn't matter) (you could think about it later). He followed you until you stopped abruptly, turning to face him. You were deep enough in the hallway that no one should be able to eavesdrop your conversation, now.
Words got caught in your throat. The buzzing of the lights, the sudden chill you felt standing here, and how small this cramped corridor made you feel certainly didn't make you any less nervous. All the while Kakyoin was leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for you to start.
"Uhm," You swallowed, "you can probably guess what I'm gonna talk about."
"The stands, correct?"
"Yes." You averted your gaze to the floor, counting the tiles as you ruminated on what to say next.
"Well, first- don't- don't tell anybody what happened, okay?"
"I won't."
Barely a whisper, you mumbled, "Thanks."
For a moment, it was quiet before you continued on, "I don't like Jotaro. And Jotaro doesn't like me."
"I think that's clear to everyone."
You breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he wasn't trying to convince you otherwise. Sometimes when you brought up the issue to others on the team, they'd always put you down and say 'well, Jotaro is just like that with everyone', when that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Exactly," Your gaze lifted up to his. "So what you saw was a malfunction. Our stands were feeding off our intense emotions or something and- and turning it into... That."
Very, very slowly, Kakyoin nodded, almost as if he didn't quite believe what you were saying. "Right."
You relaxed your shoulders, giving a soft smile. One less thing to worry about.
But, based on how Kakyoin was studying you with his lavender eyes, you had a feeling this conversation wasn't entirely over yet.
"That wasn't the first time, was it?"
"Huh?" You blinked.
"You mentioned once before, back when we were on that train going through Southeast Asia, that something occurred with you and Jotaro's stands. It was the same exact thing, wasn't it?"
Alarm sounded throughout your body. But, there was no use in lying to him. "Uh, yeah. It was."
"Isn't it strange how this has happened already? Possibly multiple times?"
"Well, yeah it's odd but..." Where are you going with this?
"I apologize if I'm overstepping here, but I think there's something more that's going on. That you might not be aware about."
You stared blankly at him. The underlying meaning behind his words still hadn't fully processed within you.
Kakyoin chuckled, realizing this was a conclusion you'd have to come to on your own. "Just try and think about what I said." He turned to make his way back to the control room, each step reverberating against the steel floor. "You'll figure it out soon enough."
Since you were now left to your own devices, you decided to retreat into the barracks. There, you could simultaneously have privacy to reflect on what Kakyoin meant, and avoid all your other comrades.
Isn't it strange...
...how this has happened already?
There's something more going on.
That you might not be aware about.
You'll figure it out soon enough.
It wasn't until a few hours later when you popped out again. By then, mostly everyone was getting ready for bed, taking turns using the single bathroom and washing up so they could get to sleep. Avdol was still driving, the control room eerily quiet without the banter between the crusaders. You got a sudden urge to go and talk to him. Maybe he would have the answers that you were searching for.
Hesitantly, you sneaked up behind him, fiddling with your hands as you came up with a way to start the conversation.
"Avdol?"
Without moving his head, he replied, "Evening. Shouldn't you be getting to sleep with the others?"
You shook your head. "Not tired."
"Ah, I see." He nodded, then glanced over, "Is something troubling you?"
You mustered a weak laugh. "That's one way to put it."
"Tell me. I might be of service."
His voice was genuine and full of understanding, free of any kind of judgement. Although you hadn't talked with him one on one often, you still appreciated the moments you did. He was one of the few reasonable people in the team. An anchor for their chaos, if you will.
"Okay uh, it's a bit of a random question but," You absentmindedly rubbed your arm, up and down, "It's about what you said with the stands. It got me thinking, if two people hate each other, but their stands act all... friendly with one another... is that an accurate manifestation of how those stand users feel?"
"Of course." Avdol said with conviction. "Sometimes a stand knows a user's true emotion way before they're aware of it."
If that's the case... then...
"True emotion, huh?"
"Yes. It wouldn't be anything else."
Just to make sure, you asked, "So the stands aren't feeding off the user's hate to turn it into- say uh- a public display of affection?"
"That's oddly specific, but yes. They're not 'turning' one emotion into another. They're simply revealing the user's honest feelings."
"Right." You sniffed, avoiding eye contact, "That makes sense."
Green light from the sonar illuminated Avdol's face, which now seemed to be analyzing you with a certain kind of curiosity.
"Did something happen to make you think that?"
"No- no just was curious is all. Stands are kinda confusing, so I wanted to ask you since you seem to be an expert on them."
"That they are." He sighed, his mouth quirking up a little. "However, there is always a chance to learn and figure them out. I hope I helped."
"You did, Avdol." Feeling assured, a small smile came over you. "Thanks. You helped a lot."
"I'm glad. Now," He pointed toward the corridor, "Go rest. We arrive in Egypt tomorrow. You will need the energy."
"Okay, dad." You grumbled, but your smile still remained. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Shortly after the quick goodbye, footsteps followed to the sleeping compartment, where you'd have to share a room with the rest of the crew. Including Jotaro.
Damn that bastard. He was the cause for all this.
But oh, how were you going to deal with him now?
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Here you were. Cairo, Egypt.
Finally.
After many long days of blood, sweat, and tears, dragging yourself through battles and terrain that had no business being as difficult as they were, you had arrived. Despite the sun boring down on everyone, making it feel like you were candle wax melting away, you felt relieved.
Dio was close. And soon, all this would be over.
You had to admit, you were quite anxious. For two entirely different reasons. One, the journey is coming to a close, and there is a good chance you won't be spending any more time with your comrades—or hell even seeing them—after Dio is defeated. There were so many good moments with the crusaders throughout this adventure, all of which you'd look back fondly on as years passed. But you didn't want them to end. You didn't want them to become distant memories.
And two, there was a good chance someone was going to get hurt. Or even die.
You didn't like thinking about that reason as much.
Already, when the crew barely stepped a foot in Egypt, Kakyoin had been injured, his eyes slashed from that N'doul's stand. Sure, you heard he was getting the utmost care from the Speedwagon foundation, where they were treating him exceptionally well. But, even if Kakyoin barely dodged getting blinded for life, the sudden loss of a loved team member put everyone on edge.
Things were getting serious now.
It didn't help that, due to your talk with Avdol and Kakyoin, you came to a new found realization.
You had feelings for Jotaro.
And he (even if he didn't recognize it yet) probably had them for you, too.
Isn't that great? At the very last leg of the journey, you just had to figure that out. It couldn't have been way earlier, or even better, not have happened at all. If things weren't bad between you and Jotaro before, they certainly were now. Since that conversation on the submarine, you hadn't spoken to him. Not a word. No remarks, no insults, no arguments. Perhaps in a different universe, you would have been grateful. This is what you wanted, right? To not have him constantly bother you, make you angry, or otherwise agitated. Peace at last.
Yet, you felt anything but.
As you made your way through Cairo's bustling marketplace, you occasionally side eyed Jotaro. His gaze was transfixed ahead, but he seemed almost unaware, like he was in his own world. Polnarref was babbling on about stories from his homeland, Joseph eagerly listening. Avdol, who was walking next to you, appeared to be surveying the area for any possible enemies.
Without Kakyoin, you mostly kept to yourself. He was the person you communicated with the most out of all of them. Man, you wished he was here. Talking to him was always so easy, you could freely spill whatever was going through your head. And oh, did you really need that right now. There were so many thoughts buzzing around your brain like a swarm of mosquitos, you needed to get at least some of them out or else you would probably go insane.
Abruptly, the crew stopped at a random vendor. Things like juicy fruits filled the carts, and a red umbrella provided cool shade for both them and the shopkeeper. They looked delicious, perfect for an empty stomach. Joseph approached the man, and attempted to speak to him in broken Arabic. Poor man looked so confused. He absolutely did not get a word Joseph was saying. Saving Joseph (and by extension everyone else), Avdol luckily ended up getting so annoyed that he took over.
"I could have handled that, Avdol!" Joseph grumbled.
Not bothering to respond yet, Avdol finished buying the fruits for everyone. "I have no doubt, Mr. Joestar." His voice dropped with sarcasm.
Apples, bananas, and cherries. That's what he ended up getting. For a moment, seeing the plump, ripe cherries specifically made you think of Kakyoin, and you got a sudden urge to buy something—a trinket, a gift, a present—for him. Was it necessary? Maybe not. Arguably it would slow everyone down. But it's not like being ruled by your impulses every once in awhile ever hurt anyone.
"Alright," Joseph began, "I think that's enough time spent in the market place today." He pulled out the photo of Dio's suspected lair. "No one seemed to recognize this place at all. We should start getting going to the hotel-"
"-Is it okay if I walk around a little longer?"
A raised eyebrow pulled at Joseph's aging features. "You sure, sweetheart? Danger lurks around every corner, an enemy stand user could ambush you y'know-"
"I'll be able to handle myself." You cut him off firmly. You knew he meant well, but really, you'd be fine.
"Why do you even wanna stay here?" Polnarref questioned, his eyes darting from you to the surroundings. "Not like there's anything interesting. Plus, it stinks."
"It does not smell that bad." Avdol sighed.
"Yes it does!"
"Look," Avdol turned to you, completely ignoring Polnarref, "If you want to keep exploring, that's fine. But I do want someone to go with you. Mr. Joestar is right about the dangers posed when you stay out here by yourself."
Fine. Any one of you guys would get bored shopping with me, but whatever.
"Who's gonna go with her, though?" Polnarref asked, fixing his hair in the process. "Sorry, ma choupinette, but I'm quite tired and want to get to the hotel to relax." He quickly placed his pointer finger on the tip of his nose. "Not it."
Avdol scoffed. "And here I thought you claimed to be a gentleman."
"Hey now!" Feigning offense, Polnarref frowned before replacing it with an easy grin, "All that matters is someone goes with her, right?"
Barely audible, Avdol muttered "Unbelievable."
"As much as I'd prefer to, I won't be able to go with you. There's still some searching I have to do with Dio's lair. Someone at the hotel might recognize it." Joseph explained.
Well, that only left Avdol. Probably the best out of the your presented options.
"I had to help Mr. Joestar with that aswell. However, I'm willing to put that off for another time-"
"I'll go."
A deep voice, a familiar one you hadn't heard in quite awhile, popped up. When considering your options, your brain conveniently opted him—Jotaro—out.
"You're all busy. And it's not like I have anything planned." Leaving no room for debate, Jotaro gruffly repeated himself, "I'll go."
Everyone simultaneously gave Jotaro a confused look. It was one thing for him to willingly volunteer for something. It's another when said thing he's volunteering for is keeping you company.
Keeping company. With you.
He must have noticed the look everyone was giving him, because he narrowed his eyes and brusquely muttered, "Is that a problem?"
"No, no not at all!" Joseph waved his hands. "It's just surprising seeing my grandson uh... stepping up for once."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"What Mr. Joestar is trying to say-" Avdol side eyed him before giving Jotaro a considerate smile, "-Is thank you."
Jotaro adjusted his hat and nodded.
He started making his way to leave, but you stayed stuck in place like a deer in headlights. Still astonished by what just happened. And also, processing the fact that you would have to spend one on one time with the man you had been actively avoiding for the past week. Jotaro craned his head and gave you a cool, icy glare. "Good grief, are you coming or not?"
"Y-yeah." You gave the rest of the crew a quick smile, before you departed and walked side by side with Jotaro.
The walk around the marketplace was as awkward as you expected it to be (at least on your side). Jotaro, never being much of a talker, kept his mouth shut, and followed you around like a lost dog while you aimlessly searched for a nice gift to give Kakyoin. Minutes turned into three hours as you continued your search. Yet, still, you couldn't find anything that felt right.
"What are you looking for?"
You hardly heard him, as you were too caught up in your own head that his words ended up not fully registering.
"Hey. I'm talking to you."
When you turned to face him, you swore you saw a flicker of worry, if only for momentarily. "I'm looking for a gift to give Kakyoin."
"A gift?" He squinted his eyes at you, long lashes covering them. "Why?"
Not sure whether Jotaro was being genuine, and actually didn't understand why you would bother gifting Kakyoin something—or he simply wanted you to explain yourself, you replied, "Think about that for a few seconds, first. What possible reason would I have to give our, currently injured team member, a nice present?"
Instead of barking back with a remark or insult, Jotaro stared at you in thought. "Because you have a crush on him?"
Completely taken a back, you laughed. "Are- are you serious? No! It's because he's my friend and he's currently healing in a hospital. Where the hell did that crush stuff come from?"
"Just thought, since you two were close..."
"No, Jotaro. No." You shook your head for emphasis. "I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but I would never like Kakyoin like that. And I'm sure he feels the same with me."
"I see." Jotaro grunted, "Good to know."
You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Good to know? What do you mean good to-"
Jotaro cut you off, gesturing towards a vendor that had pots surrounding his stand. "Let's look there. He's selling souvenirs. There might be something Kakyoin likes."
Whatever he meant by his previous comment, you could unpack another time. But right now, you were more focused on other, important matters. Like the shopkeepers items, which even from a distance, appeared promising.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's check it out."
Approaching the vendor, you scanned for the perfect gift. You'd ask him questions here and there, trying your best to make your practiced Arabic sound as natural as possible. It wasn't until you got to the amulets that you found it.
When you did, all the other souvenirs were unmatched in your eyes.
It was a long dazzling necklace that held an amulet. An eye, it seemed. Decked out in beautiful vibrant blues and dull grays, it was nothing short of beautiful.
The vendor explained to you that it was the 'Eye of Horus', a god who's eyes got injured but then magically restored. It's said that people who wear this amulet are bestowed with healing powers. But even without the story, you were convinced. This was it. The perfect gift you were searching for.
Price didn't matter to you as you fished out the remaining Egyptian pounds that were in your pockets. You laid them all bare, inviting the shopkeeper to take them. However, to your dismay, the shopkeeper shook his head.
Not enough.
Your heart dropped. You had spent so much time searching, walking beneath the relentless sun as you surveyed and stopped at practically every vendor that was selling items. And for what? For nothing in the end?
Tears started to prickle at your eyes, but before they can spill, Jotaro placed his own money on the table.
"Take it. Or we'll leave."
Despite the language barrier, the shopkeeper got the memo. Frantically, he took the money, and in exchange, gave you the necklace. You weren't even sure if it all that money was enough in total for what he was asking, but you didn't care. It was in your hands now, and you could finally mentally check it off your mind.
Making your way back to the hotel (at last) alongside Jotaro was as silent as it was before. But there was a certain difference to the air, a weight that felt lifted. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable... it... actually felt really pleasant. There was a mutual understanding between you two, one that carried on as you navigated out of the bustling marketplace.
Jotaro took out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke disappearing into the air like your worries. He inhaled it and exhaled, and for a second, you caught yourself staring at his lips. As much as you hated smoking, you can't help the random burst of curiousity to see what the appeal was.
"Can I try?"
He gave you a once over, before stopping to meet your gaze. "No. Smoking is bad for you."
"Then why do you do it?"
Sand crunched beneath his shoes, and Jotaro adjusted his hat before he spoke up. "Helps me stay present."
You nodded, looking away from him and instead opting to stare at the setting sun. A mix of pretty red, yellow, and orange hues. Parts of the sky blocked by the buildings. No clouds in sight. The necklace moved back and forth between your fingers as you fixated in awe at the scenery. You understood. There were many moments where you wished you could stay in them forever, as fleeting as they are. Like now.
When you peeked to see if Jotaro was looking at the sunset too, you instead were met with the unusual sight of him gaping at you. Staring at you like you were as beautiful as the sunset now slowly disappearing into the night. It didn't last long, since he quickly darted his gaze away and pulled his cap down in the process. Yet, the brief sight made you feel fuzzy inside nonetheless.
Too soon, you arrived at the entrance of the hotel. You both stopped, staying in place in front of that door. There was that mutual understanding again, of words unsaid between you two that begged to be set free.
"Thanks, Jotaro. For earlier, I mean."
"No problem." He took out his cigarette, the flickering flames dead as he stomped them out on the ground.
"Could you at least throw that away? There's a trash can literally right there."
He gave you a look. "...Fine."
Actually complying, he picked it up and discarded it in the trash, turning to face you. "Happy?"
"Very." A small smile came over you.
You both stood like that for awhile. Staring at each other not out of hatred, or disgust, but a more recent feeling. Or maybe it was always there, buried beneath.
Admiration.
"You know, Jotaro... I've been thinking lately..." A pause, unsure if you should go on, "Our stands are a representation of our soul, right?"
"Yeah." He said flatly, swallowing.
"So, all those times our stands kissed and did all that lovey dovey crap, you know, do you think it meant... that we...?"
Trailing off, you stared at him, testing the waters. It wasn't like this was one sided (at least, that's what you figured). But this was Jotaro you were talking about. Cool, collected Jotaro who was always too good for anybody. Who was definitely known for wearing his feelings on his sleeve. Had he come to the same realization? Or were you just making a fool of yourself-
Sweat glistened on his forehead, parts of his hair getting stuck to it. He looked panicked, but then his shoulders relaxed. "Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He repeated, a little quieter now.
"Okay." Somehow, you kept eye contact and managed a smile. "Good to know."
And, you see a ghost of one on his own lips, too.
Pulled together by unknown forces (or prehaps the work of your stands) you both closed the distance. It was brief, fleeting, and euphoric. His surprisingly soft lips lingered of smoke and sweat from the heat. Really, you couldn't count it as a kiss. More like a peck than anything.
Then, it's over. Almost as if never happened, you both retreated, staring into one another like you did before.
Jotaro quickly pulled his cap over his eyes, and you could see the embarrassment flooding his cheeks. "Good grief. Stop gawking at me and get inside."
A suppressed giggle escaped you. "Right. The others are probably worried."
As you entered inside, the chilly air washing over you like a morning breeze, you smiled to yourself.
At least now, you wouldn't need stands to communicate your feelings for each other.
Not anymore.
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A/N: PHEW! If you managed to get to the end of this HIIII. I honestly got rlly carried away with the idea.
Also, sorry yall if the last entry feels a bit rushed, I honestly just wanted to finish this LMAO. Plus I felt like Jotaro was a bit OOC (especially for the first part with Anne cuz honestly I could never see him saying that. But I just needed something to start the fic off)
ANYWAYS hope y'all enjoyed! ^^ More to come y'all... there is more to come 👀👀
I asked my five year old cousin what he would do if there was a scary skeleton and he said "I would pour water on it and then kick it" and I've been losing my shit laughing crying about a wet skeleton for about fifteen minutes straight
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.”
jotaro kujo doesn't like cuddling! but noriaki kakyoin loves it ˚.✦
The moment you three started dating, Jotaro made it clear: he does not enjoy cuddling. He gets sweaty, he doesn’t like the feeling and it makes him uncomfortable and overstimulated. You and Noriaki accepted it without problem, Jotaro showed his care and love through other acts such as taking you out for dates, gifting you details you’d said you like and completely forgot. He does enjoy make out sessions where you spend hours just kissing and teasing each other with a bad movie in the background, he just feels awkward cuddling in bed.
You and Noriaki, on the other hand, are very physical people and die hard cuddlers. So while Jotaro is calmly reading a book on his side of the bed, you and Noriaki are hugging and giggling like highschoolers, twirling your toes together and so on. Your favorite thing to do is laying completely on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest while he scratches your back. Jotaro has found you asleep in that position many times.
When Jotaro feels like talking at night, you and Noriaki are spooning, usually you are the little spoon and he’s the big, but it changes depending on the mood. You and him listen to Jotaro explain his little marine biology research, and you ask him questions to keep him talking because you two know how excited he gets with it.
These past days, he has been more distant for your own likeness. He’s locked in his study, working on his exams like crazy. You know that what he’s studying is hard, but that level of studying can’t be healthy. There was a day where you and Kakyoin barely saw him all day, getting up at 7 a.m. and going to sleep nearly at 3.
“I don’t like what he’s doing, baby,” you tell Noriaki while putting your pajamas on. “Not because he’s not spending time with us, but because he’s overworking himself.”
“Mm, I know.” He gets in the bed, already pulling his arms out so you can bury yourself in them. “But there’s nothing we can do about it, he’s a stubborn motherfucker. He’ll comeback when he needs us”
That’s true, you can’t even deny it. There was one time where you tried to talk Jotaro out of his studio, it ended up with him not talking to you or Kakyoin for two days straight, so bothering him wasn’t an option.
The clock on the nightstand glowed at 1:07 when the bedroom door cracked open, you were half asleep on your back with your head resting on Noriaki’s open arm. The mattress dips hard. Jotaro flops right between you two, shirtless and with his sweatpants. Both you and Kakyoin freeze, not knowing what to do in this situation, it’s the first time this has ever happened. For a second, nobody moved, Jotaro just lay there on his stomach, taking up so much space that both of you had to shift a little. He smells like burnt coffee and a hint of sweat.
“Mm.” Was the only thing he said, not even a word, just a grumpy rumble. His arm moved next, clumsily sliding over your side until his hand found your hip and tugged.
You glanced at Noriaki over Jotaro’s back, he was as confused as you, but he gave you the tiniest nod. Carefully, you turned toward Jotaro and pressed yourself against his side, he was too warm after sitting in his studio for hours without moving.
“Hey,” you whispered. “You okay?”
“Mm.” It was quieter this time, his fingers flexed on your hip, pulling you even tighter until your chest was flush against his ribs.
Noriaki moved too, scooting in from the other side and draping an arm across Jotaro’s back so his hand could rest on your shoulder. The three of you tangled together in a messy pile that would have made Jotaro roll his eyes any other night.
“You’ve been killing yourself with those exams,” Noriaki murmured, his fingers tracing circles between Jotaro’s shoulder blades. “We were worried.”
Jotaro didn’t answer with words. He just turned his face toward you, nose brushing your forehead. His free hand found Noriaki’s wrist and gave it a loose squeeze, like a silent thank you. You could feel how tense his body still was, all those hours of hunching over notes and textbooks locked into his muscles.
You lifted your head just enough to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay like this as long as you need.”
He gave you a little Mm again, this time relieved. Slowly his leg shifted, tangling with yours at the same time his other arm reached back to pull Noriaki closer until he was pressed to his back.
Noriaki kissed the back of Jotaro’s neck. “Sleep, JoJo, we’ve got you.”
Jotaro’s breathing finally evened out, tickling your neck. You stayed awake a little longer, listening to his heartbeat, your fringers drawing tiny starts on Jotaro’s arm just to remind him you were still there. He might not like cuddling on normal nights, but you and Noriaki will cherish these moments with your hearts forever.
Can I please request jotaro x reader who always distracts him when he's working from home but now when they have some work jotaro takes his revenge?
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Jotaro's loveable revenge
Pairing: Jotaro x reader
Content: When you distract Jotaro so much that he has no choice but to take revenge in his own way.
Jotaro was always on the receiving end of your constant attacks on him while he worked. He’d sit down for the day, fingers tapping vigorously against the keys of his keyboard, shoulders tense, like he was genuinely trying his best to focus on his task at hand
He'd be so focused that he almost didn't hear the sound of your feet against the carpet, creeping up slowly to his chair, the bright screen contrasting against the dim lighting of the room, illuminating your face and highlighting how tightly knitted his brows were.
His eyes glanced over the screen, completely locked in on his report for the day as you leaned down, fanning your breath over his nape before poking at it.
“Good grief." His hand swatted at the back of his neck, jaw tightening as you let out a playful giggle.
“Did I scare you?” Your fingers poked at his biceps, which seemed way too big for the shirt, the material stretching out over his skin and becoming more sheer than it originally was, but it wasn’t like you minded at all.
“Not at all." He kept his eyes glued to the screen as his cursor moved along his open tabs.
That was only one instance of lovably infuriating attacks on his work time, but now that you have your own work to get done, Jotaro knows exactly what he needs to do.
Your pen was gripped tightly between your fingers as you tapped it against your desk with a light tap. Your head tilted with that expression you only made when you were completely focused on the work.
He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was coming to sneak up on you; why would he? Especially when he realized that you were too focused on your own work to even notice your surroundings.
His hands moved to set his mug down on the table, but he didn’t move; he just stayed there, hovering over your seat, snapping you out of your daze.
“Jotaro? Do you need something?” Your voice carried a type of amusement as you spoke, looking up at his features. Jawline as sharp as ever, the small veins from clenching his jaw so much appearing, just because of how natural it was for him to apply extra tension to his jaw.
"No." He let out a grunt before taking a seat right next to you. He doesn't speak; he’s not reading or working; he's just there. He watches closely as you scribble down notes on the paper. His arms crossed, he leaned back in his chair before moving to press one of his fingers at your cheek, then your shoulder.
“Hey, stop that." You jutted your bottom lip out, your pen slipping from in between your fingers as you spoke. The thought of even concentrating now is slipping from your mind, but to be fair, you’d lost whatever brain power you had left just from him sitting next to you. Your eyes lingering at the muscles he'd accumulated over the years, to his lips that were pressed firmly together, it was really all too much.
“You’re distracting me." Voice coming out as more of a whine than you wanted to.
“Nope, this is what I deal with every time I even make an attempt at getting some work done." His voice was gruff, deeper than it usually was.
“Fine, you win this time." You smile, placing your pen down and shutting your laptop for the day.
- The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! -
Heyyy 😬 you'd be surprised that this rewrite is still happening. And the feeling would be mutual if you still got the notification of this update considering how long I've let this caught dust 😭
But anyways, this one's a short one but because literally anything after this part of the story is entering into "final boss" territory. So, might as well get the side quests over with first before we get to the main course. 🤸♀️
Hope you enjoy! 💌
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"You naive child."
With firm composure and steeled gaze, you sat across from her place at the head of the long dinner table in a cold dining hall of cracking marble pillars and stained tiles. But you've seen enough of this Stand's effects on you that you've grown almost expect an encounter like this again everytime you closed your eyes.
The chandelier lights didn't function, neither were the light fixtures on the walls, leaving the room lit by the silver-blue hue of the moonlight spilling from the floor-to-ceiling window behind the matriarchal Stand.
And beside the moon was the lone star that remained fixed in that solitary night sky, gleaming stronger than it ever had.
"You have the audacity to stay still and put on this brave front at the dinner table after the many attempts you tried to escape my manor," It hissed, the shadows that curled around her acting erratically in response to its anger. "I'd rather you yell and try an on attack me or break my windows again than put on this pathetic display of thinking you know better."
"And what if I did?" You said, though it didn't stop your hands from shaking from where it clutched on your skirt beneath the table. "Outside of you being a distorted version of my mother, you aren't her. Hell, I barely remember her face."
Its shadows began to pool around your feet again, coiling its tendrils up to your ankles. "You're just an entity stuck in my nightmares. You can't do anything to me in the real world if I don't let you."
There was no point in fleeing the dream construct of what was you remembered of your childhood home. Not when your mother's Stand had latched onto your soul like a post-mortem parasite.
And that was the mistake you initially did the first half of your journey with the Crusaders. Run. Hide. Get impulsive and lash out. Which had led you nowhere but to an accumulation of anxiety and fear.
But if there's one thing about repeated exposure to an event, it's learning new things through the concept of trial-and-error.
You managed to construct a loose idea of how your mother's Stand functioned: An attempt to attack her resulted to the Stand manipulating Silent Sanctuary to blindly attack the nearest person. The more you allowed the Stand to influence you, the more power it has when controling Sanctuary.
On the other hand, the more you are able to let the Stand remain what it is, a memory, the less power you are giving it. And now that you're testing your hypothesis out, the growing agitation of the Stand seems to proving you right.
"You are foolish to think you've grown past me. Your own mother who raised you to be the perfect child The World wanted you to be."
"I've managed to live by my own for years long after I forgot the specifics about you." The shadows crept further up to wrap around your arms, but you paid them no attention as you kept your voice firm. "I am still living on my own even as you're tormenting me at the moment."
The Stand warped itself to you instantaneously, its icy fingers gripping your chin to face you directly into its furious ruby eyes. The inky void progressed faster than it eved did. It scoffed. "I can feel your tremors beneath my fingertips. The shakiness underneath your calm. You are still terrified, little one. Might as well drop the act."
It wasn't wrong. You were quivering with the shattered memories you had with that woman, but you held onto your conviction against this "memory" trying to drag you under. "Terrified? Yes. But at least I learned to be dignified about you. Unlike a certain someone who continues to sell their dignity to a bloodthirsty vampire for a few scraps of the fame you used to have-"
"INSOLENT CHILD!"
The Stand roared as it raised its hand to slap you, but its own shadows managed to engulf you completely before you could feel the impact.
And in the depths of its cold embrace, a single ray of starlight pierced through the veil of the void, reaching down to pull you away from the dark and engulf you into its comforting warmth.
---
If the night prior was the pinnacle of sweet, relieving success of a love confession between teenagers, then the morning after was the awkward aftermath. That bashful, almost ground-breaking realization that you and Jotaro were suddenly... a thing.
The same infamous Jotaro "grumpy aloof delinquent of delinquents in school" Kujo.
Finding out that he had been actively suppressing a crush he developed all this time, even before you could process that the crush was two-way, was just the cherry on top of this whole scenario.
Not like you complained. At all.
The warm hues of early sunlight spilled through the window, casting a cozy ambiance for anyone to open their eyes to. Waking up next to him with his arm secured loosely around your waist in a hotel room was one thing as a companion you could trust. As a lover? It was delightfully different.
That, and seeing him still asleep with a few of his loose dark curls framing his forehead, free from the confines of his ripped hat.
You couldn't help but smile and lean forward to nuzzle the underside of his jaw, trailing up to leave a soft kiss on the corner of his lip. Two of many privileges you now had access to.
He woke up with a sleepy grumble and looked down at you with a hint of affection behind the grogginess of his eyes. He caressed your hair that had the cherry blossom hairpin he gave you, and pulled you closer to him by the waist before returning to sleep with a content huff.
Safe to say, the two of you walked out that room with the innocent version of an afterglow. A somewhat mix of bashfulness and smug pride on your face, and an aloof yet shy look on his.
Now you couldn't help but resist the constant temptation to hold his hand every chance you get. An epitome of new young lovers as the old folks would say.
By the time you met up with the guys back in the lobby, they immediately could sense the shift between you and Jotaro. Like side-eyeing hounds, they had that knowning glance directed at the two teenagers, especially Kakyoin and Polnareff who stared at you with faux disgust.
"So... something special happened~" The bread-cheeked little smile stayed on your face as you skipped over to Pol like a younger sibling excited to show their older brother a thing they found. "Take a guess."
The Frenchman cocked a brow, drifting his gaze between the pin in your hair and your cheeky expression. "Mademoiselle... you just noticed?" Your wide-eyed sparkle turned into a deadpan and a pout, prompting Pol to crack a wide grin and ruffle your hair. "It was obvious! You didn't have to tell us!"
"It's pretty baffling how you managed to make it this far without acting on it sooner," Kakyoin dryly added.
Polnareff turned to the delinquent, ever the guy that constantly watched you with honey in those sharp teal eyes of his. "You look proud of yourself, buddy!"
Jotaro's immediate response was his trademark scowl and middle finger.
"Here I thought you two were doing other suggestive things last night," Kakyoin said with casual bluntnes, only for the red-haired boy to get whacked from behind by a glaring Jotaro with flushed cheeks. Nori gave him a pointed stare in return. "Kidding."
A hand touched your shoulder. "While your newfound relationship with Jotaro is unsurprisingly cute," Avdol commented with a smile before his look turned somber. "It's best we return our focus to Holly. We don't have that much time left."
At that, the playful mood shifted between the younger Crusaders to that of focused determination. The team gathered themselves one last time and stepped out their lodging to face the day and finish what they traveled for.
Needless to say, despite the mind set to the mission, you and Jotaro stayed close for the entirety of the walk, never letting either out of sight.
Everyone did what could be done: From Mr. Joestar making a phone call to check on his daughter, down to asking nearly every local within the vicinity about the whereabout of the elusive headquarters, tinged with the desperation that Holly's condition continued to worsen.
You weren't one to miss the telltale signs of increasing anxiety emanating from the delinquent, from his furrowed brows and pressed lips, to the faintest tremors of his hands. Each time, you gave him a gentle touch to ease his worries even just a tiny bit.
Along the way, someone tapped you from behind that caused you and Jotaro to pause and turn, separating both of you from the others.
A boy not older than 12 approached you holding a large book that appeared to be a comic book with a... "unique artstyle" for a lack of a better term. It was clear he was embarrassed the second you diverted your attention to him.
Poor kid couldn't make it through a sentence without stammering and turning pink under your curious gaze and Jotaro's intense scrutiny.
A commotion was heard involving none other than main man Polnareff himself, standing awkwardly against the wall a couple feet away from where you were. The others turned to interrogate the flustered Frenchman, before the latter sneezed, dragging out a familiar blond Western man with a gun for a Stand from the corner, and letting him stumble over to an oil jar and shatter it.
You wanted to check in with the guys but just as you were about to excuse yourself to the kid, he was gone.
Out of the blue, a speeding vehicle ran down the street as it frantically honked, startling every person in sight. The spilled oil became a hazard that led the car to swivel out of control and into your direction.
Jotaro was the first to move, always the most reactive, and pushed both you and himself out of the way at the last second, with the vehicle brushed past the end of his gakuran. You could only process so much, gasping from how fast everything went down as you clutched onto his uniform.
The collision occurred nearby and you gazed in fear as the car crashed onto the other Crusaders in its path.
You couldn't move. Seeing all your friends injured and unconscious made all your muscles lock up and freeze, the sight all too familiar. Even a fraction of the possibility that the accident could have... could have-
Jotaro held your shoulders firmly, asking you to breathe and look at him. Your heart pounded in your chest and it was hard to breathe, but you focused on him and began to take deep intakes of air. One unsteady inhale and exhale to another. He stood by you with his hands smoothing your arms, waiting as you calmed down.
A few steady breaths later and you confirmed you were okay. He nodded and went off to help the others.
With your composure restored, you spotted a quick flash of movement from the corner of your eye. It was the boy with the large storybook getting into an exapserated arugment.. with the Westerner with a blond bravado and skittish tendencies.
Hol Horse.
You narrowed your eyes. With how detailed the exchange was (considering the kid often pointed to his book as if to prove a point), it didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.
If there was one thing about you, it was that no one is allowed to take your open-mindedness as a trick or an advantage. Otherwise, a due Stand intervention would be laid out and served to the recipient. Like the boy and his audacity.
You didn't bother with the cowboy. You had the hunch he was destined to fail if he had to team up with a child to perserve any dignity left in him. Without another glance, you joined Jotaro and the others as paramedics rushed past you to carry the blond (and the unconcsious boy nearby) into the ambulance.
"What happened?" Jotaro asked.
You shrugged. "It's nothing. Civilians caught in the crossfire." Jotaro quirked a brow but said nothing after, figuring it's best to leave it at that.
---
It's been a few hours since then. Once the guys recovered, everyone wasted no time returning to unfinished business. Mr. Joestar had found a local with the intel they needed. He was shady but the guy had the networking prowess and high resolution photographic memory of Cairo's streets.
Sure, the same local arrived in an unusual get up of a beggar with an entitlement over the plaza you stood at (and had squabbled with Polnareff unprovoked), but as soon as Avdol smoothed things over, the man donned his sunglasses and bid his farewell to locate DIO's headquarters.
"Seriously Avdol," Pol started. "Do you actually think that guy can locate the mansion? We've met a lot of scammers. How can we be sure this one's different?"
"He's an acquaintance of mine. I've known him to be quite knowledgable of Cairo's intricacies, having studied and explored every corner, alley, and building the capital has to offer," Avdol said. "If he can't find it, then no else can."
Pol groaned. "You say that but we looked around for 3 days and still couldn't find it. Don't judge me when I find it hard to believe some guy in sunglasses could find it in 3 hours."
"I believe Polnareff here has lost his hearing a bit because he completely missed the difference between a group of foreigners looking for a location, and a local living here for years looking for the same thing," Kakyoin casually quipped in the back with a shrug. "Not that I can judge for loss of sensory input. My sight's slightly crappy now anyways."
The Frenchman stared back at the red-haired teen, incredulous. The later held up a peace sign and continued to mouth an intentioned "matching."
"You know what? Whatever." Pol brushed his sarcasm aside with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Speaking of being annoying, I haven't seen Iggy in a while. Where the hell did that stupid mutt run off to?"
"Miss the mean puppy already, Pol?" You teased. "Thought you hated the little shit."
"I do hate him! He's a huge pain in my ass! But," He rubbed his nape. "At the same time, he's still technically part of the team... and it feels like we're lacking a team member."
Pol turned to Avdol again, groaning. "Aren't dogs supposed to like humans? What a cynical little piece of shit."
"Or you can just say you miss the mutt," Jotaro added dryly.
"You three are relentless, aren't you?" The Frenchman pointed at the teenagers staring at him like an elderly man cussing at meddling children. "I'm older than you by the way!"
Said teenagers shared a nonchalant, low high five with each other.
What was supposed to be a few hours turned to half a day as the blue sky of morning became the setting orange of late afternoon. Yet the team remained where they were on the plaza, waiting for a local Avdol said should've returned by now.
"The sun's setting..." Mr. Joestar muttered.
"Surely, for someone who knows the place, he should've reported to us a while ago," You said before turning to Avdol, who also grew uneasy. "I trust you enough to think he isn't a con artist that scammed us for cash. You don't think he... found it but-"
"It might have been better if he didn't, now that it occurred to me," Avdol replied. "But you're likely right. He did find it and that's exactly why he hasn't returned."
You took a deep breath to quell the rising fear in your spirit. 'I don't even want to think what Stand user could be guarding DIO's gate.' You glanced at Jotaro, who had his arms crossed low around his midsection. One look would tell you no difference in his expression, but you didn't miss the way arms subtly shifted and tightened around himself, above his bandaged abdomen where he got stabbed by Anubis. 'I can't even imagine a worse user than that sword that isn't DIO himself...'
"Damn that dog! Where the hell did he go?!" Polnareff said as a frustrated attempt to change the topic into something lighter.
"Now I'm worried. We haven't seen either for quite a while," Mr. Joestar said.
Unable to keep it to himself, the Frenchman stood from his spot and kicked a nearby empty can hard enough to send it flying an impressive distance. "Stupid mutt. Just show up already!"
A few heartbeats later and something light could be heard shuffling a couple feet away from the team. Jotaro was the first to notice and turned to the direction of the source. You followed suit, then the others.
As if on cue with Pol's exasperation, a small Boston Terrier that carried an unreasonable amount of seething made himself known from around the corner as he approached the team.
Heavily injured.
And limping with one leg amputated from his body.
Polnareff gasped. "Iggy!"
Everyone rushed over to surround the staggering canine, concern etched on their faces. Immediately, you got on your knees as the dog hobbled one more step before collapsing into your arms with a quiet whimper.
Pol cursed as he crouched next to you, hands hovering near the canine. "What happened?! You.... You're leg's missing! You look like you've been at the gates of hell!"
"Considering he isn't the type of dog to get into any car accidents, you might as well be correct," Avdol said grimly.
You peeked at the bandages placed on his body as you stroked his head. "But it looks like someone already treated his wounds. We should settled Iggy somewhere he can recover before we trace back the direction he came from."
In an act of defiance or a means to preserve his pride, Iggy wrestled himself out of your arms and got back on his remaining three paws to hobble ahead. Facing a specific direction, he growled and barked once at the group and began moving.
A bitter wave of dread rolled through you with every step you took following Iggy. 'This is it... We're really a few more steps away from our destination...'
The others remaining stiff as they walked alongside you was enough of a tell that they felt the same.
A couple more steps.
Than another.
And finally, appearing from around the corner, was the domed building everyone had been searching for. It wasn't towering nor did it gleam in a way that made itself stand out from the public eye, but knowing 'who' occupied that building made stepping within its vicinity a death sentence.
DIO's Headquarters. Finally before your eyes.
Once you've finally deal with him, then your nightmares would be over. You could finally get one step out of the mud and start making progress into piecing your memories together. That dread that wormed its way into your heat burned into a resolve to finish what has been started.
You wouldn't let DIO scare you when you made it this far.
Jotaro stood beside you, an imposing yet comforting figure that never failed to make you feel safe with his quiet confidence. "If we beat the shit out of him, right here and now, it'll all be over."
"He's here," Polnareff said next. "There's no doubt about it. This... dread is his. He's in there right now."
Kakyoin took a deep breath. "Which means..."
"We've finally reached the last stop of the journey," you said.
Each one of you glanced and nodded at each other, sharing one last look of the camaraderie shared among you throughout the trip, before turning back to the looming infrastructure waiting for its guests like a hungry beast.
Mr. Joestar clenched his fist. "Let's go."
No objections were made as you and the others stepped into the abyss. The beginning of the end.
summary: soulmates can only see in greyscale until they touch.
content: in universe, set during SDC (justice arc, just imagine this is how it plays out starting at the beginning of that, so hotel is irrelevant here), canon typical violence. i think i may have changed some logistics? idfk guys its been just a bit since i've watched SDC. tried to do some arrow research so it at least held up for the most part (i hope).
wc: 1.7k
part of the i'll find you in every universe series
the crusaders had arrived to a very lightly populated town, having recently crossed the border from india into pakistan on their journey. the cobblestone roads were blanketed in a thick fog, and attempting to ask residents any questions regarding their whereabouts proved futile.
after exhausting the few people nearby that would even listen to their questioning, whether they answered or not, the group wandered a short distance more before deciding to step into what looked like a place to order food. at the very least, they were hoping to get a drink and maybe some information about their location.
the establishment they stepped food in didn't have many customers, not that the fact was a surprise in the slightest, considering how the streets of the town looked. there seemed to be only two other people inside, not including the man working behind the counter.
one patron, a young woman, is sitting alone, facing the entrace, at a table tucked closer to the corner against the wall. she was nursing some type of drink, looking to be warm, from inside of a mug while reading a book laid out in front of her on the table. the other was an elderly woman, hunched over the counter, facing away from the door that the large men had just walked through. due to this, they were unable to see any more of her than the back of her hair.
shoving his chin in the direction of the young woman, polnareff loudly whispers to the group, "look at the lovely mademoiselle all on her lonesome over there. she's obviously intelligent, reading and all, and even more obviously beautiful," he gushes, unabashedly staring at her, unknown to the woman as she remains focused on the book. "i should go speak to her later, what if she's my soulmate!" polnareff says dreamily, lassoing avdol and joseph to his side by placing his arms around their shoulders and pulling them into him. "Oh, to be able to finally see the blue sky," he says, gazing off into the distance.
kakyoin chuckles at the man's antics, while the other two are muttering things along the lines of don't annoy the lady or like she'd even bother with the likes of you!
jotaro glances over towards the woman's table as the crusaders choose a circular table in the center of the room. mentally, he agrees with polnareff - the woman is beautiful, and he's always intrigued when he sees someone reading - but he has no reason to act on the same idea. sure, the shades of grey he viewed the world in since birth was boring, but he was used to it at this point in his life, and he honestly doesn't give much mind to the idea of 'soulmates' (despite already having wrapped his head around the idea of stands).
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enya the hag had sensed the presence of the crusaders since they had arrived inside the town, and she'd secretly been keeping an eye on them while they navigated around.
although, she had also kept her sights on another person aside from the five stand users - a young woman, a tourist, who had happened to end up in this unfortunate town while traveling alone.
when enya realized that both parties would be inside the same building, she couldn't help but want to go and try to manipulate the situation to her benefit.
not long ago, she had returned to the hotel to see one of the stand arrows on the ground in pieces. from what she assumed, someone had tried to steal them, but fled after the one fell and shattered. she increased the security surrounding them from then on.
however, while collecting the shards from the ground, enya could still sense the arrow's power, albeit slightly damped, coming from one particular shard - a larger one, containing the unaffected entirety of the beetle etching that graced the arrow.
from this discovery, she devised a plan to test this shard on someone to see if the power still held in the piece could do what the full arrow could do.
luckily for her, a young and pretty tourist made her way into the town not long ago, quickly becoming the easiest target for her experiment.
even luckier, the crusaders also happened to stumble their way into her palm, her town. in enya's best case scenario, you'd get stuck by the piece of the arrow, drawing the group of stand users to you, allowing her to take them out while they focused on you.
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jotaro and his group had ordered glasses of water from the man behind the counter, and they now sat at their central table to talk next steps in their journey.
for some reason unknown to him, jotaro's attention kept drifting away from the conversation at hand to the woman at the table by the corner.
this did not go unnoticed by the other men, with joseph being the first to speak up.
"well, jotaro! found yourself some eye candy?"
"shut up, old man," jotaro snapped back, voice level. it was only the lowering of the brim of his hat that got the older man deeply laughing. jotaro found himself feeling internally grateful that his grandfather decided to return to the group conversation instead of continuing to loudly tease him about someone sitting in the same room.
during the interaction, while jotaro was distracted, the worker had made his way over to your table, and the two of you were quickly becoming louder and more irritable as you talked. he tried not to eavesdrop too much on the conversation, but from what he understood, the worker wanted you to order more to continue staying, and you weren't convinced, claiming he just wanted to take advantage of you being a tourist, since the place wasn't even crowded.
he couldn't help but tilt his hat down so he could hide a small glance your way, feeling impressed at how you're handling yourself and standing your ground.
enya - who was the other customer, unknown yet to the larger group - slowly stands up from her spot at the counter, making her way over to the table to see what the commotion is all about.
the crusaders keep an eye on the situation unfolding further inside the room of the building, watching the older lady seemingly try and speak with you. it wasn't something they wanted to get in the middle of if it wasn't necessary, but they also wanted to be able to jump in on the off chance that this turned into a stand user battle.
when the volume of the other conversation had quieted down, and they saw the lady put her hand on your arm, looking comforting to all appearances, the men fully returned their attention back among themselves in order to not appear invested. right as they did that, they heard you yell something along the lines of, "ow! what the hell, lady?!"
their attention returned to the group of people surrounding your table, seeing you now holding your arm against your chest - the same arm the lady had been touching, seemingly comfortingly, moments prior.
they watch you stare crazed at the lady, snapping at her to keep her hands to herself before frantically walking towards the door. you had entirely forgotten your book lying on the table in the midst of the chaos that you had just endured.
the group watches you walk out the door, jotaro quickly cataloguing the way you seem to hold onto the door handly for a moment too long. as you turn out of the door, your body was still visible through the windows as you started walking along the sidewalk, and the crusaders notice you gradually start limping and stumbling as you make your way along the front of the building.
when you reach out a hand to steady yourself, almost missing the edge of the window altogether, the stand users rush to take action.
avdol, polnareff, and joseph dash towards the counter where both the worker and older woman had retreated back to, the trio quick to start interrogating both of the people before them.
jotaro and kakyoin beeline towards the door, the same one you had just walked out of, immediately turning the way they saw you go when you left seconds earlier. jotaro led the way, pushing the door with enough force for it to fly open easily.
not far past the edge of the building, star platinum appeared briefly. having sensed a presence down the closest side alley, he made the duo aware of your location.
the two wasted no time, stopping briefly in shock and in order to assess the situation when they saw your figure.
you were sitting on the ground, back pressed against the dingy brick wall. you were loosely holding your arm to your chest, as best as you could manage with what little strength you had left after the adrenaline had worn off. the look on your face was one of agony, which was wordlessly explained when they noticed that your arm seemed to have been cut.
at the sight, jotaro and kakyoin launch back to action, rushing towards where you are in the alley. jotaro immediately crashes down to the ground next to you, quickly moving to place one of his large hands against your back, the other on your uninjured arm, in an attempt to steady you.
in a split second, jotaro's vision splashes full of color, almost knocking the breath out of his lungs.
his eyes go wide, a disbelieving tch leaving his lips, as you slowly and groggily look up at him, meeting his gaze.
his soulmate.
he can't seem to break his focus from the newly perceptible hue of your lips, watching them part slightly in awe when your eyes lock onto his.
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the first color you ever see is blue.
his eyes.
your own eyes dart between his two, feeling your eyes widen as much as you can muster as you start to feel your consciousness going in and out. black spots start to swim among the outer reach of your vision, slowly starting to assume dominance over the newly colorful view before you.
for a few moments, the two of you just sit there staring at each other, the few seconds feeling like hours between the two of you.
the shared moment was broken when you heard another voice from beside the blue-eyed man - your soulmate - and you tried to slowly turn your head towards the sound.
you only barely make out what you believe to be a green jacket before your vision finally fails you and you fall unconsious in the man's arms.
a/n: death cab for cutie song been on repeat with this idea so i ofc had to title it too. (not) unfortunately joot is a fav of mine and the words were FLOWING so i'll be doing a part 2 to this. i know wc wise it's kinda shorter, but it felt like a good place to break between parts. maybe out mid next week?
tags!: @oksukuna (my beloved forever tag mwah)
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Hello! It's me again, I hope you're having a good morning/night! May I request part 4 Jotaro with a s/o that's been with him on the trip to Egypt and they call him sweet names but one day they call him without using any sweet names , so Jotaro thinks he did something wrong. くコ:彡
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A/N Glad to see you back, hope you’ve had a good day! thank you for the request, this is such a cute idea, hope you enjoy 😌
I also kinda misread the request, I wrote the fic and then realized you probably meant like a phone call but if that is what you were after feel free to request again as i’d be more than happy to do that too :)
Since Egypt, things had never calmed down. It felt that way ever since Star Platinum had manifested itself for the first time many years ago, but then again he could find that much needed tranquility in your presence even if it was for a short time.
More so now, as Jotaro waits for you to return to the hotel room. He thought about you a lot, even if you were in arms length and that alone despite it being unbeknownst to you was enough proof that he did care dearly. On the other hand, you were very much not as secretive about how much you cared.
He’d grumble and groan about the silly petnames you’d given him, to be truthful he wouldn’t really have it any other way but he still had a reputation to uphold and you calling him sweetheart wasn’t doing his reputation much good.
Jotaro wasn’t always the best at reading feelings, even after how long he’d known you, often this did lead to miscommunication but he was really trying to be better at talking to you. He wondered if he should ask you, seemed like a silly thing after all the times he’d complained about those sweet names but they seemed to be very absent recently.
At first he’d shrugged it off as stress, Jotaro knew himself that your’s and his relationship was put on the back burner a lot during times like these and whilst he hated that, if it meant keeping you safe he’d put it on the back burner as long as necessary.
It wasn’t long before Jotaro was interrupted from his thoughts, he returns his cup back onto the wooden desk he had been laying his elbows on when he hears the door unlock.
“Jotaro, I know you said you didn’t want anything, but i got you something to eat” the same sentiment about him thinking about you was reciprocated as you always thought about him even when he didn’t think about himself, which unfortunately was most of the time.
You place the plastic bag on the table beside him as you get closer you notice the slight fidget in his hands.
“You, okay?” you question, your eyebrows furrowing. It was always difficult to tell what Jotaro was thinking or feeling. Whilst he might not be truthful with his answer most of the time at least the thought is there.
“Are you upset with me?” despite his question his facial expressions didn’t waver even slightly, you could tell it was genuine though just by the tone of his voice.
“Why would I be upset?” It seemed like a stupid question, there had been no reason for you to be upset yet you rack your brain thinking of a recent moment that Jotaro might have taken it as you being upset.
There is a silent pause before Jotaro begins to speak again, “… I don’t know, you just” He sighs slightly, “You haven’t called me any of those dumb petnames in a while, I’d thought i’d done something wrong and you were waiting for me to notice’
You huff out a small laugh, “No, not at all. I just didn’t want to show you up in front of Josuke”. You rest your hand on his knee, “You always say it humiliates you..”
“Yeah well, I never told you to cut it out completely…” He mutters just loud enough for you to hear.
Time never changed Jotaro, he was same man he was those many years ago in Egypt.
with the hype for jojo steel ball run anime I GOT A REQUEST ✨
main jojo's with a fem s/o, who is a stand user. Her stand is Scary Monster and she often is in the demi-dino form (...I think some of them would be shocked to know she can turn into a fully dinosaur form) and is into archeology
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SCARYMONSTERS!READER
a/n : oo this is very unique!! im so sorry I couldn’t make some good scenarios because this was really hard for me to imagine but I hope you like it! ( not proofread )
jonathan joestar
Jonathan adjusted his gloves politely as you crouch down beside a half-buried fossil, your tail swaying lazily in your demi-dinosaur form. He’s accepted the fact that your stand, Scary Monsters, gives you claws and sharp teeth – but he still glances at you, not in disgust.. But in fascination. He watched as you casually crack open the stone with them.
“My dear,” Jonathan clears his throat, scooching closer to you. “Must you crack it open so… ferociously?”
You giggled, leaning close to him, your fangs flashed as you laughed. “It’s efficient!”
Jonathan laughed with you–until you transformed fully into your complete dinosaur form. He would drop his basket and look up at you.. “...Good heavens.”
“Magnificent, I’ll see if they have a book about dinosaurs in the library.” He broke down into a small chuckle.
joseph joestar
Joseph absolutely did not expect his girlfriend’s stand to turn her into a demi-dino half argument about fossils, you were an archeologist after all.
“Woah woah woah! Don’t scratch me!”
Joseph playfully jumped back, he grabbed the fossil and put it close to his chest.. You paused before stepping closer to him in a playful manner, he clutched his hands and pointed at you cautiously.
“Your next line is, ‘Joseph, put down the fossil!”
You blink.. “Joseph, put dow–” … Joseph is the master of ragebait.. Well, you kind of turned into your full dinosaur form and chased him around.
“I know you can turn into a cool big dinosaur but don’t turn it against mee!!! – “
jotaro kujo
Jotaro got used to your little dinosaur stand.. But.. he didn’t know anything about you turning into an actual dinosaur. So when you’re in your demi-dino form, claws flexing as you carefully brush dirt off you, he just mutters, “Yare yare daze..”
But when you casually say, “I can go bigger, you know.” and then transform into a full dinosaur.. He.. pauses and looks up.
A long silence.. Until he finally tilted his hat down. “...You never mentioned that form.”
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“..Cool.” He’s not going to give you any more praise, or admit the fact that hes absolutely fascinated.
josuke higashikata
Josuke thinks your demi-dino form is adorable, he’s always tugging on your tail or holding your hand and looking at your claws.
“You’ve got little claws!” He laughed, rubbing your hand palm as you snapped playfully at him.
“They’re lethal.”
He continues laughing, you decide you wanted to mess around with him a bit so you turned fully dinosaur, roaring at him.
Josuke’s jaw drops. “WHOA–okay, that’s AWESOME!”
Once you realised that you failed to scare him, you turn back to your normal form and kiss him on the cheek with a very sharp-toothed grin.
“Okay.. now you have to show me that little dig site you have!” Josuke tugged on you.
giorno giovanna
Giorno watches you in quiet admiration as you analyze a fossil in Italy, your sharp nails tracing the fossil as the golden sunlight shone off your scaled skin.
“Life leaves echoes,” Giorno states. “Even in stone.”
You smile, turning to look at him. You closed your eyes and leaned on his shoulder.
“You get me.”
Later, when you both are on a mission, he watches you turn into a full dinosaur, this was the first time it happened in front of him, his eyes widened as he watched in silence.. “Magnificant.. So this is the full extent of your stand.”
If you got hurt, he’d gently heal you while giving you small words of praise.
jolyne kujo
Yeah Jolyne.. She thinks it’s hot. Immediately.
“No way! You’re telling me you can turn into a dinosaur?” she says, leaning on the wired wall behind you two. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard!”
You flex your claws in demi-form. “I mostly use it to dig up stuff, I would use it to get the hell out of here.. But, I’d rather just wait till I get released.”
She grins. “Babe. You have a TAIL and EVERYTHING!”
During a fight, when you go full dinosaur mode, she’ll whistle. “Okay, that’s freaky but in a good way.”
She’ll obviously ask to maybe play with your claws or your tail.
You pretend to hate it..
You absolutely do not.
johnny joestar
You and Johnny were sitting in a little place you put your tents up in, you were carefully brushing sand off a fossil in your demi-dino form, claws clicking lightly against the stone. Your tail flicks as Johnny crawls beside you.
“Millions of years old?” he asks. “Sure that’s not your missing toe or something?”
You scoff and playfully elbow him. “It’s older than your ego.”
Johnny smirks, you avert your eyes before clearing your throat. “Wanna see something cool?”
He nodded, you smiled before standing up and transforming into your full dinosaur form, he yelped and crawled back as you roared. He laid there shocked before letting out a little laugh, he slapped his forehead with his palm before saying:
could i request joseph and caesar (separately) with an s/o who is a total badass? reader is extremely skilled when it comes to Hamon and just naturally aura farms during any sort of fight/conflict. like during the Hamon test w the oil on the wall [character] is going through it as they do in canon while reader is just casually completing the trial. and when they were facing the Pillar Men for the first time, reader was lowkey matching them when it came to aura farming
tyy
Joseph and Caesar x badass!Reader headcannons ⭐️
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summary -> the reader is skilled, confident, and aura farms in every battle. meanwhile, the boys are infatuated by them.
characters -> joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli.
rating -> SFW.
notes -> ahh this is my first time writing for joseph and idk why because he was my favourite for SO long! this was so fun to write, especially the oil wall parts, thank you so much! ✨ ps, my requests are open again.🫶🏻
wc -> 1.5k.
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Joseph Joestar:
˙⋆✮ joseph had been hearing a lot about you from lisa lisa, so when he finally met you, he thought you were just another hamon user. until, you pull off a move that literally causes his face to fall mid-smirk. you just have this effortless way of controlling hamon that he’d never seen before, your breath never wavers, your stance is perfect, and your strikes are clean.
˙⋆✮ joseph? immediately infatuated by you, but tries his hardest to play it off. “oh, yeah.. well, i’ve done that move plenty of times before. i’m just.. uh, saving my energy for later!”
˙⋆✮ when it’s time for the oil climb test, joseph is sweating bullets. he’s complaining the whole way, despite currently sat on the oiled floor running his mouth and not budging. caesar’s trying to one-up him, ditching joseph and beginning to climb. meanwhile, you’re already halfway up the wall, just casually humming to yourself. of course, by the time joseph does make it to the top, his hair is a deranged mess and you can see the hamon flicking on and off from his finger tips. when you and ceaser help to give him that final heave to the top, he’s on the floor as flat as a pancake. unlike you, who is stood up straight and ready for the next instruction from lisa lisa, clearly having had enough time to recover.
˙⋆✮ speaking of, lisa lisa adores you. you’re one of her very few students she doesn’t have to yell at. she often uses you as the ‘example’ during training, which drives joseph insane. “lisa lisa! that’s not fair- they’ve got super hamon lungs or something!” he always whines out whenever she tells him that he needs to be more like you. however, you know the solution to his struggles. “no, jojo. i just don’t talk as much.” causing caesar to laugh at joseph for five minutes straight.
˙⋆✮ you have so much aura when a fight starts that everyone feels it; it’s calm, steady, but powerful enough that even the pillar men take notice. joseph calls your fighting style “aura farming,” but really, you just know how to channel hamon so efficiently that it feels like the air itself shifts when you move. against any enemy, you never look scared. joseph keeps on trying to get your attention mid-fight, shouting “hey, nice one! you see that move i did? …wait, are you glowing right now?”
˙⋆✮ the first time you stood before wamuu, esidisi, and kars, there was this brief moment of silence; they’d sensed you before you even spoke. wamuu passes you a respectful nod, saying, “your spirit rivals ours… interesting.” joseph is half-proud, half-jealous of his comment, never failing to put himself onto the table too. “okay, but like, i’m still the one with the clackers, right?!” in battle, you’re eerily calm. your hamon flows through every movement, deflecting esidisi’s heat, and pushing back against wamuu’s wind. you’re glowing hamon like a mini sun whilst everyone else is scrambling. however, when joseph starts improvising mid-fight, you’re the one who reads his chaotic energy and matches it perfectly. you help him to turn his wild plans into actual strategy, finally realising how well you two could work together.
˙⋆✮ joseph is obsessed with your composure. it completely throws him off because he’s used to being the clever one and having all the control. yet here you are, unbothered and brilliant. he constantly flirts with you, just to see if he can get a reaction that would compliment his ego. “hey, if you’re ever looking for someone who isn’t a hamon partner, i promise that i’ve got great breath and hip control.” whilst you do eventually fall for his charm, you’ve always played hard to get. “maybe focus on using it to climb next time.” you’d snicker at him. although, deep down, he just fell in love with you through the way that you fight. your precision, your strength, your trust in your instincts. you make him want to train harder (and brag less… maybe).
˙⋆✮ overall, you’re the calm to his chaos. he’s the mouth, you’re the muscle, as much as he hates to downplay the usage of his biceps that he spent so long gaining. together, you’re an unstoppable pair, joseph with his clever unpredictability, and you with your lethal grace and aura mastery. everyone in the group knows that if you step forward together, the fight’s about to end fast.
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Caesar Zeppeli:
˙⋆✮ caesar prides himself on being the top hamon user under lisa lisa. he is the heir to the zeppeli legacy after all, meaning he is stylish and skilled. then you show up. you don’t talk big. you don’t need to. the first time caesar sees you channel hamon through your hands, the air crackles- it’s controlled, vibrant, radiant. he’s instantly intrigued.. and more so a little competitive. “hmph. not that bad. but don’t think i’ll go easy on you.” he’d scowl, to which you say, “didn’t ask you to.” he pretends your calmness annoys him, but truthfully? he’s impressed. you radiate confidence that feels earned, not flaunted.
˙⋆✮ during the oil wall test, caesar expects you to struggle at least a little bit like joseph did. instead, you glide up the wall with perfect form, hamon flowing through your body like second nature. you’re so incredibly well balanced that you’re chatting casually while climbing, barely even winded. this causes caesar to stare up at you like, “…okay. what the fuck.” then immediately doubles his efforts out of sheer pride. of course this only drains him more, what he was doing before was fine for his endurance. he begins to take tips from what you’re doing, and adapting his stance to how you’re positioned. when he notices joseph fall for the fifth time, caesar shouts, “watch y/n! that’s how you use hamon you idiot!” and as much as it pained him to use you as the perfect example, he didn’t have much left in him to give a detailed explanation again.
˙⋆✮ caesar’s hamon bubbles are all about precision and flair; your powers are raw, fluid power- a calm and deadly combination. together, it’s poetry in motion. unlike joseph, when you and caesar fight side-by-side, it’s like you share the same wavelength. you don’t even need to speak. he moves, you follow; you strike, he supports. the aura you both generate is immense, and joseph often jokes that the two of you are like twin suns whenever you fight. however, even caesar notices that when you’re seriously in the zone, your energy has this magnetic pull. it’s steady, golden, and sharp. so much that it would overpower him any day, and he often gets put in the shadows of your work. even the pillar men hesitate before engaging you, proving how deadly you can become.
˙⋆✮ he’s mesmerized by how effortlessly you have mastered hamon. you never flaunt it, but every movement screams discipline. he secretly practices extra at night to catch up to you, though he’ll never admit it (and also never catch up). one time you bumped into him training once and he was mortified. “o-oh, y/n! i wasn’t.. uh.. i was just perfecting a new technique!” he scrambles out of his mouth, to which you tell him, “you’re getting better.” and that simple praise? he’s glowing for the next three days. over time, his flirting shifts; it’s less cocky, and much more genuine. he’d say things like, “you know, your hamon control is almost as beautiful as you are?” and it draws out a wide grin from you, asking, “almost?”. he blushes strong, “i said almost.”
˙⋆✮ during the first confrontation with the pillar men, caesar’s mind is racing, joseph’s off improvising, and you? you’re standing calm, aura pulsing so brightly it fills the chamber. when wamuu charges, you meet him blow-for-blow with your hamon-infused strikes, your presence steady and unwavering. caesar watches, ready to back you up, but is momentarily distracted by how you glow. not just with hamon, but with that same fearless energy he saw in his grandfather.
˙⋆✮ caesar’s flair with your composure creates and unstoppable duo. he’s dramatic, but you’re grounded. you balance his fire with calm precision, and he brings a little spark into your poise. lisa lisa grows to love pairing you together, as the chemistry (in and out of combat) is undeniable. joseph teases you both constantly, of course, saying, “you two done making heart-shaped hamon bubbles, or can we focus on not dying?” but caesar constantly has your back, firing, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, jojo.” when you train together, the air hums. your combined auras light up any room in hues of gold and silver. the others swear they can feel the electricity between you.
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.”
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