okay to be vulnerable
(fluff!johnny joestar x reader)
(authors note)
spoiler warning if you haven’t gotten at least halfway through sbr; also is the jojo fandom even still alive on here?? there’s a severe lack of johnny fluff and your girl is here to deliver.
Gyro had been asleep for the past hour; not a sound stirred from his dormant tent. You and Johnny sat by the small fire Gyro had started prior to slumping down and snoring like a bear.
You and Johnny were quiet. The silence was not awkward, nor was it deafening, it was merely silence. The mosquitos surrounding you both creating small stirs in the mostly quiet night.
Staring briefly at Johnny you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, staring at the embers as they burned. The expression on his face was blank, and filled with thoughts. You tilted your head, silently memorizing all of his features. If you live to see the day all of this mess is over with you pray you’ll remember just how ethereal he looks right now.
Idiotically, you must of made your staring too obvious. Shifting his gaze Johnny noticed your staring. “Is something wrong?” He asked, facing towards you. You ignore his question, instead prompting one for him, “What are you thinking about?”
He’s surprised by your question - that much is evident in his body language. He stares for a moment before scratching his forearm and staring into the fire once more.
You sigh, disappointed he didn’t want to further conversate with you. Perhaps it was still too soon for him to have garnered your trust.
Nearly accepting defeat you walk away, stopping at your tent and looking once at Johnny. You stare as he sits uncomfortably, swatting at mosquitos and holding his body close to himself.
An idea pops into your head. Trusting your intuition, you grab a small blanket left near your belongings. Begrudgingly, you walked quietly back towards Johnny, holding the woolen blanket in your arms.
You make your presence known to Johnny, squatting down close to him. His focus is now entirely onto you, and the close proximity between the two of you.
You smile softly, and give him a look with your eyes, one that begs for trust. When his eyes soften, you smile gently. Carefully you place the blanket around his shoulders. He stares at you in disbelief, blue eyes carefully examining your features.
Before turning to leave you gently lean down, whispering in his ear. “Its okay to be vulnerable Johnny.” You give him one more gentle smile before wishing him a goodnight and walking away.
You leave, not looking back. You’re about halfway to your tent when you hear a weak voice call out for you.
Surprised, you turn around. Johnny is facing your direction, his upper body completely turned towards you. His right arm is raised, reaching out to you. “Johnny?” You call, walking back over to him.
You sit down once more, this time closer to him. He doesn’t make eye contact, instead scrunching his face in concentration. He tries desperately to find the words, afraid you’ll leave him if he can’t speak up.
Gently (and hesitantly) you place your hand on top of his. He finally makes eye contact with you; your eyes are soft and you have a slight smile on your face. In that instant Johnny felt more reassured than he had in his entire life.
He takes in a breath, “I don’t mean to be distant. I want to be there for you and Gyro, don’t get me wrong. I’m just scared.” You give him a second to continue speaking if he desires, and when he doesn’t you do. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He nods. His heart feels like its beating a million times a second, and the lump in his throat is painful. “I never thought I would make something of myself after the accident” He gestures to his legs, “Now I’m here, and I have this ability. I want to be someone again. I want to find the corpse parts and find myself again. I can’t go back to my miserable self.” His voice cracks and his eyes are filled with sadness and fear.
It’s hard to search for the right thing to say. You open your mouth but no words come out, scared to say something wrong. Johnny looks at you; his eyes beg for you to say something. “I like to think once we hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go - up.” You stop and take a breath before continuing, “You’ve been through hell, we all have. Maybe it’s the meaning of why we’re all here in the first place, I don’t know. What I know for sure is you aren’t who you used to be anymore. You don’t have to live in fear Johnny. Plus you have Gyro and me now.”
Johnny is astonished by what you’ve said. His mouth left slightly agape as he stares at you. You refrain from eye contact, afraid to look at him. You two sit in silence once again for a beat, unsure of who will break the silence first. Johnny folds, “I’ll be strong. I’ll find the corpse parts and stop Funny Valentine with everything that I have. I promise that to you and Gyro. From the bottom of my heart.”
You look back at him this time, your faces nearly touching. His eyes are filled with determination and his expression is stoic. You stare at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Both leaning in, your lips just nearly graze his before you pull away.
“I know you will Johnny. I know.” Is what you say instead. You smile brightly, staring at him with admiration. Johnny is left speechless, wanting to feel your lips pressed against his desperately.
You stand up and leave, heading towards your tent once more, succumbing to your exhaustion. Perhaps another night you’ll get a moment alone with Johnny. Maybe then you’ll have the courage to show him how you feel about him using your lips.
(authors note)
writing this , i mentioned mosquitoes then remembered johnnys fetish he mentioned to gyro. *thousand yard stare*