im not sure if its ok for me to send another rq after the other message i sent so u can ignore if u want shdhsjd im a little new to requesting,,
soo,, this might be a long one ^^"
could we get another jotaro x reader where jotaro is in denial of liking reader, but star platinum absolutely adores reader soo much that he brings them little trinkets, little letters, snacks, even pets on the head, etc without jotaro noticing,, and when jotaro eventually confesses to reader they get confused because they thought he'd been purposefully courting/flirting them with his stand this whole time,,,,, when he was for the most part just Not aware of what star was doing
꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ HIDDEN CRUSH !
⤷ in which . . . jotaro doesn't plan on confessing his love to you, but star has other plans.
you know what people say, right? ignorance is bliss. and in this case, it's the fattest blessing in the world.
you really thought jotaro would've caught a whiff of star platinum's antics by now, but he seems completely oblivious to everything taking place behind his back.
to say jotaro's stand likes you a little too much would be an understatement. when you are face to face with jotaro, star immediately manifests next to him to give you a heartwarming wave. but things get a lot worse once jotaro walks away.
you don't know how big star platinum's range is, but it certainly must be pretty darn big if he manifests close to you almost everywhere. you live close to him, so your house is the stand's usual destination.
he just pops up without a warning, often in the most inconvenient times for you, just to present you some beautiful rocks that he found with a determined little smile on his face, like a cat delivering a dead mouse to its owner thinking that it brought back some kind of trophy.
"wow, star! those are... super nice!" you told him every single time, trying your absolute best to sound cheerful as he laid the stones on your desk, urging you to take them.
after putting them all in a box you purposefully bought to store all of the small trinkets star brought you every time he dropped by, the stand would give you a small headpat before disappearing.
sometimes he appears just in time before you trip somewhere, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist to help you regain your balance, or just when something's about to slip from your hands, catching it moments before it hits the ground and makes a mess.
when you're studying, star will phase through the window just to drop a small snickers bar on your test and give you a big 'thumbs-up' befor returning to its user.
star platinum is somehow everywhere all the damn time for everything.
at first you thought that he was behaving like this simply because you're a fellow stand user, but when you found out that stands never treat anyone else other than their user with such care, you soon gave up on your initial assumption.
the only reasonable explanation you could come up with was that, since stands are a manifestation of one's soul, jotaro has to have feelings for you.
a guy like him using his stand to flirt with you rather than doing it himself was expected. the only time you'd ever interact with jotaro was during team projects and rarely after lectures. also, you're convinced he walks with a stick up his ass the whole time. that guy is emotionally constipated.
"i like you," were the words that he casually whispered to you just a moment ago. you're sitting in the auditorium, the far back row, as your professor yaps about the genetic adaptation of corals.
you should've gotten suspicious when jotaro chose to sit suspiciously close to you this morning. he's usually the type of person to leave room for jesus when sitting next to someone.
you turn your head a little too fast, only to find him already looking at you, his head propped up on his fist, notes written in cursive in front of him long forgotten. but the way he played with his pen gave away the nerves he was trying his hardest to conceal.
"yeah, i sorta figured..." you let out an awkward chuckle and rub your temple with your pencil.
jotaro's angular eyebrows shift upwards slightly, confusion coloring his features. "what do you mean? i don't think i've given you any signs until now..." he says, more to himself rather than you as he returns to looking forward. he brings his pen to his mouth this time, biting down on its edge with his teeth.
you try to cover up a snort with your hand. "so you're telling me that sending your stand to hang out with me every single day is not a good enough sign for you?"
jotaro blue-screens, seizing all movements instantly. his pen stays hitched between his teeth. he isn't even blinking. you wave a hand in front of his face. "earth to jotaro. anyone home?"
he clears his throat at that, finally returning to reality. "you... you mean star has been..." he can't bring himself to finish his sentence and he's trying to look anywhere but you.
"yeah... i'm not complaining though. it was pretty fun imagining you trying to court me through a literal killing machine."
jotaro slumps forward, forehead burried in his arm. then, after a long silence, his head rolls sideways, hair sliding away from his face. he turns just enough to look over with tired eyes.
"god, that's embarrassing," he murmurs. only then do you notice the tips of his ears that are burning red.
"well, i wouldn't call it 'embarrassing', just innovative, if you will." your attempt to lighten the mood of the conversation fails as jotaro dangerously lifts an eyebrow at your remark. you lift your hands as a sign of surrender, lips pursed.
"anything you want to share with the rest of us, kujo? or are your words reserved only for your seatmate?" the professor's strict tone makes jotaro straighten his posture.
"sorry, professor," he says with a tone that doesn't really make him sound like he's sorry.
as soon as he turns to his boring presentation again, joatro sighs. "i like you too, by the way," you whisper close to his ear, in the same casual tone he used a few minutes ago.
"ah-" the sound comes out soft, before he can stop to think about it. he looks away immediately, elbow resting against the wood as his hand comes up to hold the side of his face. he shuts his eyes briefly, visibly trying to recover.
you lean closer to him, giving his a playful nudge on the shoulder. star platinum might truly be the best wingman out there.
a/n: i don't really know if i'm good with oneshots. i feel like my writing tends to get repetitive and pretty boring for whoever's reading. if you guys have any tips on how to improve, i would greatly appreciate it! (⌒▽⌒)
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