#jotaro kujo x y/n

[aifanfictions]

write a stor about Jotaro Kujo from Jojos Bizzare Adventures falling in love with (y/n) who is his classmate. But (y/n) is scared of him at first because of his reputation and brooding looks and personality, so she initially tries to avoid him.

Hearts Unveiled

In the bustling halls of Morioh High School, Jotaro Kujo was an enigmatic figure. His tall frame, dark attire, and brooding demeanor gave him an aura of mystique and intimidation. He had a reputation as a stoic and fearless student, which only added to the intrigue surrounding him.

(Y/N), a recent transfer student, found herself drawn into the whirlwind of Morioh High's social dynamics. Her first day was met with whispers and warnings about the enigmatic Jotaro Kujo. Tales of his fearsome Stand, Star Platinum, and his involvement in bizarre adventures had created an aura of fear and respect around him.

As (Y/N) navigated the crowded hallways, she couldn't help but notice Jotaro's presence. He stood out like a lone wolf among the bustling pack of students, his sharp gaze piercing through the chaos. Every glance from him seemed like an evaluation, as if he could see through the very soul of those he looked at.

At first, (Y/N) did her best to avoid Jotaro. She hurried past him in the hallways, avoided eye contact, and chose seats as far from him as possible in the classroom. Her friends often teased her about her overreaction to the rumors about Jotaro, but she couldn't help it.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the fact that Jotaro seemed to be everywhere. He was in her classes, at lunch, and even on the way home. It felt as if their paths were destined to cross, even though she desperately tried to stay away.

One day, while waiting for the bus after school, (Y/N) noticed that she had left her book in the classroom. She cursed her forgetfulness and decided to hurry back to retrieve it. Little did she know that this moment would change everything.

As she entered the classroom, she saw Jotaro standing there, his tall figure silhouetted against the afternoon sun. Panic surged within her, and she debated whether to leave and come back later. But before she could make a decision, Jotaro turned and looked at her.

Their eyes met, and a jolt of fear coursed through (Y/N)'s veins. She felt trapped, unable to move or speak. Jotaro, however, surprised her by simply nodding in acknowledgment before turning back to his own business.

That small act of indifference puzzled (Y/N). She had expected him to be as intimidating as the rumors suggested, but he had barely paid her any attention. Over the following days, (Y/N) couldn't help but steal glances at Jotaro, trying to understand the enigma that was Jotaro Kujo.

Gradually, she noticed subtleties about him that the rumors had never mentioned. He had an air of confidence, but it was neither intimidating nor arrogant. He was protective of his friends, often stepping in to help or defend them. He had a deep sense of justice that resonated with (Y/N)'s own values.

One evening, as the sun cast long shadows across the schoolyard, (Y/N) found herself alone at a bench, lost in thought. She remembered how Jotaro had quietly nodded at her that day in the classroom, and it made her wonder if her initial fears had been unfounded.

As if on cue, Jotaro appeared, sitting down next to her without a word. (Y/N) tensed up, but he didn't seem to mind her presence. Instead, he began to speak about their classmates, sharing anecdotes and insights that (Y/N) found surprisingly amusing.

As they continued to talk, (Y/N) discovered a side of Jotaro that no one else seemed to know. He had a dry sense of humor that could make her laugh, and he had an inquisitive mind that was eager to learn about her interests. He was nothing like the rumors suggested, and she couldn't help but be captivated by his complex personality.

Over the weeks that followed, Jotaro and (Y/N) found themselves spending more time together. They talked about everything under the sun, from their dreams and aspirations to the mysteries of the universe. It was as if their conversations were a bridge that connected their hearts.

As they got to know each other, (Y/N) realized that she had misjudged Jotaro. He was not the intimidating figure she had initially perceived him to be. Instead, he was a caring and thoughtful person, a friend who stood by her through both challenges and triumphs.

One evening, under the starry sky, Jotaro confessed something that took (Y/N) by surprise. "I think I'm falling for you," he admitted, his voice soft and sincere.

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, and she looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all she found was a vulnerability she had never seen before. It was a vulnerability that matched her own feelings, feelings she had been too scared to acknowledge.

With trembling words, (Y/N) confessed her own feelings. "I think I'm falling for you too."

In that moment, they both realized that love had bloomed in the most unexpected of places. Their initial fears and misgivings had given way to a deep and genuine connection that defied all expectations.

From that day forward, Jotaro Kujo and (Y/N) shared a love story that was as unique as it was profound. They faced life's challenges together, and their love only grew stronger with each passing day. It was a love that transcended appearances and rumors, proving that sometimes, the most unexpected connections could lead to the deepest and most genuine love.

As they walked hand in hand through the halls of Morioh High School, Jotaro and (Y/N) knew that their love was a testament to the power of understanding, acceptance, and the beauty that could be found in the most unconventional of beginnings.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[pillow-anime-talk]

dating with jotaro.

request ; @needy-self-ship-jjba​​: can we have headcanons of what kind of dates jotaro like to go with his fem!s/o?

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; dates!au; romance; mostly fluff; a bit of comedy; soft!jotaro; pda; sfw

includes: female reader ft. jotaro kujo {jojo 3}

author’s note: i’m sorry you waited so so so long, darling. hope you will like it! also i tried to show the character of jotaro well! :D

↘ Jotaro doesn’t like dates. He’s not the type of romantic person who takes his girlfriend to exciting and crowded places.

↘ Jotaro is rather the type of man who chooses to spend time together at home or possibly in some deserted, quiet place (such as a park or a wild beach).

↘ Other types of dates that make sense to him include cooking together, going to a museum just before closing time, or a quick trip to the aquarium so he can see dolphins and other cute fishes, and buy a mascot in the shape of your favorite sea animal.

↘ I don’t think Jotaro is a clingy person either (or rather, he doesn’t look like that), but he has a cute little thing for you every time you meet each other – your favorite gummies, a basket full of fresh apples or a new keychain (you probably already have ten of them).

↘ In the privacy of your home, you like watching movies or series together, as well as eating salty or sweet snacks. He’s definitely a big spoon, therefore he’s the person who hugs you when you rest or sleep.

↘ I don’t think he’s a fan of study dates; however, if you are preparing for school or repeating material for a important test, Jotaro will certainly make an exception for you and test your knowledge by asking you various questions.

↘ Sometimes he acts like your father ‘cause he’s very worried and he feels an inner need to take care of your health; he will put a hat on you, give you his jacket, buy you something cold to drink during the hot season or, on the contrary, offer you some tea in late autumn and winter. He’ll definitely get upset if you don’t listen to him or do stupid things like running on slippery surfaces or staying up late on the phone/laptop.

↘ He rarely shows his emotions, but he really tries to be honest with you. You appreciate it very much!

↘ I also think that he’s very jealous and won’t be afraid to challenge someone to a duel. He doesn’t like to share, he doesn’t like other men close to you.

↘ But despite everything, he’s a good guy who always tries to respect you and take care for you (even though other women are reject quickly by him and he even insult them by saying that they’ll never be on your level).

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — "I love you"

cw: underaged drinking, and a bit of angst? just a vv short one

"I love you,"

He spoke these words to you under the moonlight, sat a few feet away from you on a seat provided by the hotel in your shared room's balcony. You, yourself were standing up, arms placed on the cold metal railing that's slowly seeping in your body heat. On both of your feet lay discarded cans of beer that he bought from a nearby convenience store earlier that night. Behind the both of you is a closed, glass sliding door, wherein your redheaded friend lay, snoring away into the night.

If it hadn't been so silent, you wouldn't have heard the slight slurring in his voice, indicating the alcohol that has already made its way to his system. You swish the remaining liquid in the can in your hand, letting out a soft, bittersweet smile at his confession. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, or maybe the alcohol has allowed him to let his guard down for a while. Maybe it was liquid courage, but does someone like Jotaro still need alcohol just to gain courage?

You bring your hand to his lips, throwing your head back as you down the remaining liquid in one go. You scrunch your nose at the bitter aftertaste and the heat that made its way down your chest before opening your mouth to give him your response.

"You don't have to."

Jotaro turns to look at you then, an eyebrow raised, enough to communicate his confusion to you with just a glance at his expression but you didn't once look at him. He watched as you crouch to pick up the empty cans, placing them inside the plastic bag that showed a logo of the convenience store not far from the hotel.

"We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," You finally spoke once you finished up cleaning your mess, placing the bag on the table next to Jotaro's seat, "Good night, JoJo."

And with that, Jotaro lays back on his seat, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath, listening as you slide the door open and shut it again leaving his emotions all over the place and his mind as confused as ever. He lets out a breath, opening his eyes to watch the stars shining in the night sky.

The old fart and Kakyoin said that if he told them how he feels, that'd make him feel much better and less confused about his feelings.

What a bunch of liars.

He'd be sure to give them a piece of his mind once tomorrow comes.

[illitfiction]

AFTER SO LONG part one of two.

JOTARO KUJO ── “ MATURE CONTENT﹕stone ocean timeline. afab reader. slight angst, family trope, possible positive ending. ✶ YOU DIDN'T expect to see him on your way to work, after leaving you and your two girls without saying much.

For as long as you can remember, your life has always been a bizarre journey.

It’s been a long time since you travelled around the globe and all the adventures you’ve gone through. After those memories you’ve made, you decide to settle for a normal life after fighting Dio with your friends that you’ve met along the way. That’s how you met Jotaro Kujo in those long years. 

You and Jotaro were still young and had dreams after the battles. It took a while adjusting to normal life, normal routine with remembrances of friends that have passed and hellish fights that no teenagers should ever face. But the two of you manage alright; you went to mortuary school, and Jotaro pursued studying marine biology in the States. 

Your feelings for Jotaro, that was once platonic, blossomed into love for him. He also reciprocates your feelings and when you’re both eighteen, the two of you settle to be together. Getting married at aged twenty-one whilst working on both degrees respectively. It wasn’t easy managing different responsibilities in both your life as students, young married couple and parents to two little girls within a short period of time. 

You would do anything for your eldest and your youngest. Fight against the world to protect them as your motherly instinct resides in you the moment they were born. Jolyne and Joanna, born a year apart from each other, are your whole world. You raise them both together on your own, and in the beginning of your motherhood, you were okay with the arrangement since Jotaro needed to finish his studies before working on his doctorate. 

But after that, Jotaro rarely sticks around. 

He only visits you, Jolyne and Joanna sometimes for a few days before he’s off again overseas. Jotaro becomes distant to his family and that’s what you fear the most. This occurrence isn’t good for anyone, and you know that, especially for your girls. They always ask whereabouts about their father, why is Jotaro constantly away and they rarely get to see him. You would take a bullet for your daughters without hesitation, always. It’s heartbreaking to hear it every time from them how upset that their father is rarely in their lives. 

And you know deep down that Jotaro would feel something for the family. You know he cares about them and you too, but sadly, he never changed and improved his relationship with the girls and even with you. It created ripples of rocky relationships and you weren’t sure that if it’s something you’re willing to live on most of your life.

Settling for divorce with Jotaro is never easy. Breaking the news to Jolyne and Joanna after that is the most painful thing you had to do. You know that they’re suffering once you broke the news. When their faces crumple into mixtures of anguish and disbelief, you wonder if you’re doing the right thing. You still think of it to this day, sometimes with regrets and sometimes with acceptance.

Despite the rocky few years of the girls’ childhood, your bond with Jolyne and Joanna is unbreakable. The girls are your whole world, watching them grow up together. As a single mother, there are challenges you had to deal with that you did whatever you could. Jolyne gets into fights and trouble, Joanna is so silent you worry about her well-being sometimes. You worry about both your girls most of the time. Without another parental figure besides yourself to be an exemplary role model to them… without Jotaro’s help… you find things on your own just difficult. 

You think about Jotaro all the time. After the divorce, things hadn’t been easy. In the earliest beginning of your life as a single mother, you wanted to hate him for leaving. Hated how easily he agreed to sign the divorce settlement and disappear without saying much. Why couldn’t he put his family first before anything else? The two of you have been through a lot together… So why did he leave so easily? 

You wonder if it hurt Jotaro as much as it hurt you. 

So when an unfamiliar car is parked at the bus stop you frequently wait, and the driver opens the door on the other side, you see him right in front of you. Your heart drops a little. 

“We need to talk,” Jotaro’s stoic expression matches the sedate tone of his. 

You frown and close your eyes for brief moments, slowly exhaling out through your nose and mouth. The memory stills fresh and though wounds have healed, there are still invisible scars from all that’s happened. He shows up across from you after five years. You dreamt of this moment, but now it leaves an unpleasant taste on your tongue. “I have to go to work.” 

Jotaro looks at you; properly looks in your direction when he lifts his head so that the cap no longer hides his eyes. Those stern, green eyes you’ve always remembered. You look into those eyes so many times — in Jotaro and in Jolyne and Joanna — and the resemblance strikes so much. “I’ll drive you to the hospital. We can talk on the way.”

There’s no point arguing with him and you enter Jotaro’s car without saying another word to him. A quiet car ride with him isn’t an ideal start of a long night shift of your workday. The journey feels stretched in the car from your bus stop to the hospital. And when you see the view of a familiar building at the window, the car doesn’t stop and instead, slowly rides by the side of the road in front of the neighbouring shops and buildings. You glare at Jotaro with a raised brow. 

“We should eat first, then talk.” He says. “It’s still early.” 

It’s only eleven-thirty in the morning. Around this time, you would have an early lunch before starting your work shift starting at one in the afternoon. Jotaro couldn’t have known this, but the lineup of this coincidence is too close for your comfort. You wanted to ask him how he would know about this routine of yours, but decide to withdraw yourself from speaking unnecessarily.  

Eating outside is certainly cheaper than eating in the hospital’s cafeteria (despite you working there). You and Jotaro eat lunch at a Japanese restaurant, order something and not long after, the food arrives. The two of you eat in silence and it brings you back memories of your younger days. Memories of eating food together with him surfaces and have your heart aching a little. You eat with him a lot during your college days.  

You take a peek of Jotaro through your lashes. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him and although he’s still as aloof and quiet, Jotaro has certainly gone older like you do. You’re both in your early forties with demanding careers. He still wears that cap and long overcoat that’s now eggplant colour instead of black and grey tones. His hair is much shorter and tidier. He’s still a six-foot-five colossal figure, though still large yet is slimmer than you last remembered. 

When you look at him, you see that resemblance to Jolyne and Joanna in him again. They are his daughters, after all. 

“You said you wanted to talk about something.” You begin, and it’s a sentence longer than you initially wanted to say to him. “So, talk.” 

Jotaro stays quiet at that moment, settling down the chopsticks on the table. Digging his hands in his pocket, he leans back in his seat, and you weren’t able to see expression in his eyes. “Did you give the lockets I told you about to Jolyne and Joanna?”

He’s referring to the accessory that the girls have possessed since they were little. You know what’s inside them; a picture of you and him when you were both still young, then a picture of the girls. Jolyne’s locket has a picture of Joanna, whilst Joanna has a picture of Jolyne in hers. 

“I send it to the prison centre along with Jolyne’s things. So, she’ll have it.” You said. “Joanna still has hers, though I doubt she carries it all the time.”

Jotaro frowns, “she should start carrying it with her at all times.” 

Your forehead creases more, unable to figure out where the conversation is leading to. “What’s the meaning of this, Jotaro? Why are you here?” Why are you bargaining into our lives like this?

Another silence from Jotaro again gives you the hint that he most likely will not tell you his reasons, or at least, what you wish to hear. You give out a hopeless, soft snort and shake your head, looking down at your lap. So much has changed, yet remains quite the same. 

Your brain moves like moving gears, trying to figure out Jotaro, understanding him. You have questions you want to ask him. As much as a part of you wants to be angry at him, another part wants you to know from him if he’s doing okay. Jotaro talks when necessary and it’s something that you’ve known for a long time. And you’re no ordinary person and ex-wife; you’ve gone through the same experience as he did. If there’s something dangerous that Jotaro knows and you know, then he must have a reason he doesn’t speak about it. 

“Jolyne’s imprisonment was a setup.” 

You shoot your head up to look at him. The confession has you on guard and fidgety, but you remain calm to let him explain. “It was all a plan; from the incident with Jolyne’s boyfriend to the judge’s decision at the hearing, it’s all a setup.” 

“But why? I don’t…” Your eyes weaver. There must be a bigger picture you’re not insightful of since you, Joanna, and Jolyne live quite a peaceful life. Jolyne’s delinquent behaviour wasn’t to an extreme that she made enemies that could plot everything that fell into place. A set up … if Jolyne had already fallen into someone’s trap plan, then Joanna would meet a similar fate too… 

Jotaro looks at you silently, knowing that you’re using your perception to make sense. It’s the thing that he admires about you, but of course, he doesn’t tell you that. Even though you’re more than capable of fighting for your own, he still worries. He thought he severed his ties from fighting enemy Stand Users. But evil never rests, huh? And even when DIO is long gone, other enemies similar to him are still in the shadows. 

“So the past is catching up,” he hears you say. “I suppose you have a plan?” 

Jotaro only shrugs his shoulders. “Leave this out with me.” 

You frown so many times within the past hour today. Provocation rises in you as you glower at him. How does he expect you to sit back knowing that your daughters are in grave danger? “Have you forgotten that I have a Stand?” 

To this, White Priestess appears at your side. No one in the restaurant can see the ghostly-like female figure, but only you and Jotaro can. Priestess has respectful abilities of her own with enhancing powers that ties to the seven senses better than humans. You haven’t used her in a fight for a long time after deciding to retire from being a Stand User fighter. You keep quiet about Priestess from Jolyne and Joanna, despite believing that there’s a chance they develop their own Stands in the future. It runs in the Kujo-Joestar bloodline and it also runs in you. 

Star Platinum — Jotaro’s Stand — appears beside him. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Star and the Stand is still the same as ever. Priestess and Star look at each other with the same intensity as you and Jotaro are. 

“Jotaro, how long have you known? Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?” 

“It’s my problem and mine alone,” he says again. “This doesn’t concern you.” 

“I’m their mother,”

“And I’m their father,” 

“You haven’t really been that long of a figure.” 

If Jotaro is shocked by your outburst, his facial expression differs otherwise. He’s stoic, unfazed, and meanwhile, you feel nauseous to your stomach, like bile in your taste buds at what you just said to him. Did you say it stems from your protectiveness over your daughters as their mother? Or did you say it partly because of how easily Jotaro agrees to the divorce, and he’s now coming to your life like you’ve always hoped for? That closure you needed, but a harsh one to be jabbing at him.

Good grief, you imagine that’s what is going through his head right now. You almost want to smile at it. 

“I understand that you’re hurt, but this is something I should be the one telling them the truth.” Jotaro speaks up when you look away from him.

You remain quiet and look anywhere else but him. You suppose that this is him redeeming himself and making it right. The thought of it warms your heart a little, knowing that he will always care for those he protects. 

Jotaro asks the whereabouts of Joanna and you tell him she’s studying at her college library. “Okay,” he nods. “It’s almost one, I’ll walk you to the hospital.” 

You still don’t know what he’s planning, knowing where Joanna is. Your hunch tells you that Jotaro would come for her, and then Jolyne. You don’t think you told him that Joanna is studying biochemistry to be a forensic scientist, but maybe… Joanna would have told him. 

The two of you leave the restaurant and walk on the pavement towards the hospital. It’s been a while since you walked side-by-side with Jotaro. The view of the building is at sight, but you don’t feel ready to part away just yet. 

“Hey,” Jotaro’s rough and aloff voice catches your attention. When you turn, you see that he’s a few steps away from you. It seems like whatever he needed to say to you has been settled. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings in those times. Be careful.” 

You only nod your head slowly, still unsure of what to say to him. Even when you gaze away from him for a moment, he doesn’t stop looking at you. When you say nothing more to him, he takes the sign to make his leave. 

“Jotaro,” you realised what you’ve said. His back is still facing you and you’re thankful that he did, or else he would see your reaction. There’s so many things that you haven’t said to him, so many unresolved closures. You… you miss him. You obviously do. After all, he’s still the man you share your past with, creating Jolyne and Joanna in both your happiest days. Jotaro leads a tough life and… you now understand and accept his reasons for going along with the divorce. 

You shake your head, “it’s nothing. Just be careful.” 

Jotaro continues walking away, and for a moment, you stop to watch him go. Emotions are rising in you, but in the end, you hold yourself back and let him be. You have a working day that you have to face through. And as you walk towards the main entrance and watch the glass doors slide open, you’re ready to set in when something stops in your tracks. 

You let out a soft gasp and your eyes widened when something warms your left cheek. At the corner of your eye, you swear you see Star Platinum right on the corner of your eye with a gentle “ora ora ” noise before he disappears. You turn around, knowing that Jotaro is still somewhere close by outside. 

You’re not sure what it means, but it makes your heart swell and flutter like how you used to feel back when you were younger. Your phone beeps in your coat pocket and when you pull it out, there’s a message notification on your screen. Your heart does another somersault leap.

Jotaro Kujo: I’ll see you around again.

[lonerxavier]

nightmares - jotaro kujo 

jjba;; stardust crusaders

Waking up in the middle of the night to incoherent mumbling and the consecutive shifting from your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo wasn’t an outlandish experience for you. 

Things like these were frequent for the both of you. As just because DIO had been brung to his demise-- it didn’t mean that the grueling and cruel fight against the ancient vampire didn’t leave a scar in your stoic boyfriends mind.

The fifty day trip to Egypt had been something everyone who made it out alive dreaded to discuss. As remembering even the good memories only brought along the bad one’s. And the bad memories only brought a sense of guilt to those of you who survived,--you included.

Just the thought that it could’ve been any of you that would’ve died that day.. you had just been lucky enough to make it out with a few surface wounds. While others hadn’t gotten so lucky.

And while you hadn’t really interchanged punches with DIO yourself, Jotaro did. It’s why on nights like these, you let him be vulnerable.

Your hands grabbing at him from under the comforter as you tried to shake him awake without startling him much. Your eyes stayed glued to his face as the dried tear streaks only made your heart sink, knowing how much these nightmares affected him made you feel for him.

Not only because you knew what he was going through, but because you genuinely loved him. 

You didn’t want to see him suffer like this because all you truly desire is to see him happy and content. You didn’t want him to stay traumatized like this for any longer, and if you could somehow make it all magically disappear-- you would do it in a heartbeat.

But alas, all you can really do is nurture him, love him, care for him. “Jojo.. Jojo,” so you call his nickname out in an attempt to wake him from his suffering. Fingers lightly pressing into his arm as you try again.

“Joj.. Jotaro, please wake up..” you attempt once again as you hear a light gasp leave his lips. His eyes shoot open in desperation as Star Platinum materializes from behind him.

Jotaro’s body flings itself to sit up, his head swishing around in each and every direction as he tries to find what you can only presume is an enemy of some sort. You don’t allow him to look any longer as you squeeze his upper arm, his head snapping to look at you in terror.

Yet the look of fear fades from his eyes once he realizes who you are, this soon leads to him sighing out of relief. Star Platinum retreats itself back into Jotaro as you give him a small frown.

He looks at you before frowning back, his eyebrows scrunching together. “Another nightmare.. right?” he asks despite already knowing the answer, yet you still give him a small nod in return.

Jotaro let’s his head fall into his hand, his figure slouching over as he runs his other hand through his raven colored locks. 

You know he’s clearly frustrated, so you gently pat his back. Your hand tracing soothing patterns into his back as you go to remove his hand from his face, grabbing it as you allow him to intertwine your fingers between his own.

“It’ll be alright..” you speak in an attempt to soothe the suffering man, “you’re gonna be okay, I’m here for you.”

Those words seemed to somewhat calm him down as he stares over at you. His eyes don’t dare to meet your own. You have always been aware of the fact that Jotaro had difficulty expressing his emotions, or speaking out about what he wants.

So you don’t bother to ask him a thing. Your body seemingly moving on it’s own as you release his hand from your grasp. This allowed both of your arms to wrap around the back of his neck as you pull him down to your level, placing a tender kiss to his cheek as he leans into your touch.

You feel one of his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. “I..” he goes to speak, yet nothing really seems to form. “Shh.. you don’t need to talk, just allow me to stay with you..” you effectively shush him as you start to slowly retreat onto your backside.

Bringing him down with you, his head falling onto your chest as he curls against your side like a scared child. The normally brave and heroic Jotaro Kujo had faded into a traumatized and scared boy.

And you allowed him to stay like that for the rest of the night-- in your embrace as you slowly tried to pick him up, piece by piece.

This was far from being his last nightmare, and you both knew that. But no matter how long it took, you were willing to stay by his side.

unedited

published: 01.28.23

this was obviously a bit rushed, so apologies if he’s ooc.. i’ll fix it later.

[itjazzbicch]

Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”

[soleilnomoon]

obdurate ; jotaro x reader.

3.2k words, afab reader (no pronouns), nsfw - public sex, jotaro being an ass, etc.

prompt // “be quiet, we’re in public.” a summary (of sorts): jotaro gets handsy after a long, boring meeting.

fic request for @strawhatsoraya; thank u for being patient, u already know what time it is ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

sunlight filters through the large window behind you; soft, golden, highlighting and casting shadows around the conference room. eyelids heavy, you stifle a yawn behind your hand, as you attempt to stay awake during the meeting. your department head drones on and one, voice monotonous, words droll, uninspiring, repetitive. you can hardly stand it. it’s hot outside, the air sticky and humid, causing your curls to frizz as you helplessly comb through your hair with your fingers. because the university severely cut funding recently, you’re subject to sitting in a warm room, no breeze in sight even with the windows open. 

you’ve long shed your blazer, opting to drape it over the back of the empty chair next to you; discreetly, you unbutton the top few buttons of your top, hoping no one notices as you sit in the back of the room. it’s crowded—which is part of why the heat is so unbearable—and you’re the only one sitting in the back row. a smidgen of relief takes hold of your body, you even go so far as to use your folder as a makeshift fan as you attempt to cool off. you cross one leg over the other, your skirt riding up your thick thighs, tongue darting outside of your mouth to run along your lips, gently moistening them.

after reading through the program earlier, the lecture should be over soon—but, as another thirty minutes rolls by, you’re not too sure. it’s when you hear a round of applause that you realize it’s finally over. normally, you’re fine sitting through lectures like that; but this was brutal. the speaker is an old professor of yours, who rarely ever ventures outside of his traditional methods of research, thus making anything and everything he does boring. when you finally make it out of the conference room, you don’t bother putting your blazer back on, nor do you button up your blouse—why bother, the heat will still find you even in the hallway; people mill about around you, talking amongst one another, but you don’t stay to socialize.

you want to get out of there.

as you make to leave the building, a hand grabs onto your arm, firmly halting your movements. irritation colors your vision, clouds your judgment, making you turn around and speak roughly. “i dunno who you think you are, but you bett—” your eyes widen, shock choking the annoyance out of you; of all the damn people to find you, it would be jotaro. jaw clenched, you tug your arm out of his grasp, not liking the way his touch brands your skin, even through your shirt. with your eyes narrowed into slits, you attempt to calm down, going so far as to count down backwards in your head. the tall, dark-haired man gives you an unreadable look, green eyes reflecting a quiet anger that somehow seems directed at you. and only you.

it’s rich, in your opinion, because he definitely has a lot of fucking nerve.

“what do you want?” you cross your arms, momentarily forgetting that your cleavage is fully on display. that sleepiness you felt just minutes prior is suddenly gone, replaced by a different kind of energy—something that you can’t quite give words to. you’re certainly not star-crossed lovers, as it seems that anytime your paths cross, you almost always end up in some sort of argument about nothing. and no matter what, you will not get sucked into whatever drama him and his stupidly handsome face may bring.

“come with me.” 

you let out a short, callous laugh. apparently, he’s yet to grow out of his perpetual state of audacity. no matter what you say, something will somehow be misconstrued and you’ll never get your peace back. mind made up, you flick your gaze over to him—casual, unassuming. nothing close to innocent, but you’re not too far gone yet. “no thanks,” your words dance around him impishly—nauseatingly sweet, and nothing of the real you—a frown tugging his lips down, which only prompts a smile to leap onto your face. your cheeks strain as they stretch, but it doesn’t matter. 

his eyes track your movements with a hawk-like precision, using long, sweeping motions as he takes in the sight of you. with his lips pressed together, he tries not to stare, but finds that it’s not feasible at all. a vein bulges on the side of his neck; his thoughts once again occupied by you and only you—it’s always been that way, and no matter what he does he can’t seem to rid himself of you completely. he hates it. an absolutely ridiculous situation he’s found himself in—a sick joke, even. 

a heavy pause ripples through you underneath his scrutinizing gaze; fingers trembling slightly, you ball them into fists, hoping to calm your nerves. if you don’t compose yourself soon, you’ll never make it out of there alive. you make another attempt at grabbing the door handle; it barely budges as you’re pulled back by jotaro. you wish you would’ve gone the other way, maybe you could have avoided him altogether.

he clenches his jaw, a hardened look taking hold of his face; it’s difficult to deal with you in public, you’re such an unpredictable unknown, that it unnerves him. a lot. and while he isn’t exactly a gambler, he’s sure things will end in his favor. “it’s not a request.” his gruff response prickles against your skin with a familiarity that you can’t shake, your body on high alert from his proximity. acting aloof is your only sensible course of action—at least, that’s what you tell yourself. maybe if you say it convincingly enough, you might actually believe it too.

a sigh slips out of your mouth and you roll your eyes at him. “you’re delusional if you think i’m coming with you.” it’s not because you haven’t been alone with him before—no, it’s because whenever he does get you alone, it almost always ends in a disaster of sorts. this is just extreme self-preservation at this point.

he raises a brow at that, “you know i hate repeating myself, y/n. so…” he motions for you to get it together and stop acting like a brat. with your eyes closed, it’s almost as if he isn’t real, like you aren’t being berated by the one man you swore to yourself you’d never get enmeshed with anymore. it’s impossible, though; you’re much too aware of him now—his hand never leaves your arm, your face flushes at the thought of that. 

“if i go with you,” you start carefully, “promise that you’ll leave me the fuck alone after that.” your tone leaves very little wiggle room; if you’re not firm with him, you’ll never be able to get a handle of things. but you don’t mean it. you can never actually leave him alone, now, can you? 

jotaro doesn’t respond right away, but he does let your arm go. “this way.” he swivels around and heads down an adjacent hallway, long legs carrying him swiftly; you do your best to keep up with him, but it’s difficult. he’s too damn tall for his own good, and you’re too stubborn to ask him to slow down. silence is always awkward for you—it hovers around you like a pesky insect, buzzing and flying, no matter how many times you swat at it, it never truly goes away.

but this time it’s more than that.

“where are you even taking me, anyway?” 

you don’t like the idea of him having this much power over you, nor do you like the idea of him making you feel things—things that have been buried deeply within you for years and years, now. your question goes unanswered as jotaro takes you around another corner. “if you’re kidnapping me, you’re doing a pisspoor job.” you’re pushing your luck, you know that; you’re really just gauging to see how much more you can push him before he snaps properly.

he lets out a small grunt of displeasure, annoyance seeping into him at an alarming rate, his inability to control himself around you making it difficult for him to properly see reason. but you being impossibly you, etch yourself so deeply inside of him—your voice, your touch, your smell, all of it contributes to his downfall. he isn’t actually sure how he’s gone this long without seeing you. it’s unbearable, inexcusable, and his patience is at its limit. and when he saw you earlier, after you went into the conference room—your face reflecting your boredom as you chose to sit all the way in the back—he had to walk right out.

if he stayed for much longer, he would’ve caused a scene; and he can’t have anyone knowing just how much you affect him. although, it’s not quite as secret as he thinks it is—people are just too chicken to say anything about it.

a light in the hallway flickers, shadows eerily molding themselves onto the walls and floor. your eyes linger on his broad back, memories of your fingers running along the taut muscles on his skin, tracing each ridge, dip, admiring the firmness underneath. back then, you naively thought you’d be with him forever; that your differences would allow you to have some semblance of variety in your life, but all it brought you was an incurable headache that you’ve dealt with for several years now. you’re so caught up in thoughts of him, that you almost don’t notice him slip into the classroom nearby. it’s empty; summer classes have yet to begin, but it doesn’t mean that students, professors, and other employees don’t have access to rooms like that.

you follow after him and once you’re inside, he closes the door behind you, the noise echoing throughout the room loudly, causing you to jump a bit. “dramatic much?” your voice is a few octaves higher than you mean for it to be, namely because jotaro makes you feel so erratic that you nearly spin out of control every time you interact with him. it’s precisely because of this—his imposing nature, his fierce way of handling things—that you’re constantly compromised around him. but before you can let another snarky remark fly out of your mouth, he pushes you against the door roughly, his long fingers gripping your hips tightly.

“that mouth of yours,” he starts, voice surprisingly low, your back arching as he presses closer to you, “it’s going to get you in trouble.” there’s no malice in his words, only curiosity. you can easily point out that it’s already gotten you into trouble—case in point, your current situation with jotaro in this classroom—but fear admitting that will somehow make things worse. you want to tell him to go away, to leave you alone like he promised he would, but the more time you spend this close to him, the more you want him to stay. it must be an illness that doesn’t have a name for it just yet; why else would you willingly seek out this form of heartache? 

almost as if he’s unphased by the whole ordeal, jotaro leans forward, his mouth grazing the curve of your cheek, lips parting slightly as he mumbles some unintelligible words. his breath is warm against your skin, you body burns up entirely. your fingers latch onto his shirt, digging into the fabric desperately. what is he doing to you? you almost wonder out loud, but manage to have some semblance of dignity.

somewhat.

you squeeze your thighs together, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. his mouth makes a slow descent, lips gliding down your neck, tongue sampling the skin there. he really didn’t mean to let it get this far, but once he starts, it’s hard for him to slow down. with the way you’re reacting to him—breath quickening, chest heaving slightly, a shudder violently traveling through you—he’s certain you’ve been teetering along the edge just like him. there’s a fine line between lust and insanity; he’s not sure which side is worse at this point.

he leaves behind a blazing trail of kisses, one right after the other, your restraint slipping through your fingers when you fumble around and reach for it. before you know it, you’re panting and whimpering, eyelids fluttering as you attempt to keep focused. you want to ask him why, but know that if you open that door, you’ll never recover; so you say nothing and enjoy the moment. maybe if you get this all out of your system, you can finally be rid of him.

it’s not a solid plan, but it’s worth a shot.

the way you call his name softly has him biting your skin. you gasp, hips pushing forward as the bulge in his pants grows bigger. his lips are on yours before long, his hands sliding around to grab your ass underneath your skirt, a moan lodging in your throat as he kisses you senselessly. when your tongues meet, an explosive feeling takes over, clouding your judgment in the most irreversible way. and while you’d really like to take your time, you know that you both don’t have that kind of luxury right now. especially here.

skirt hiked up higher, you scramble to pull your panties off, ignoring the dampness on the fabric, wetness clinging to your inner thighs. in between all of the kissing, he’s unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, your hands wrapping around the length of his fully erect cock with ease. you fall back into the rhythm of things—of being with him, really—stroking him slowly at first, liking the way he tenses when your thumb rubs along the head of his cock. it’s the only time you have the upper hand with him, and he knows it.

still, he lets you have your way for a bit, hips jerking forward as your hands move faster. your kisses become sloppier, more intense, his tongue caressing yours hotly. it consumes you, and if he hadn’t picked you up, if you hadn’t wrapped your legs securely around his waist, you would’ve fallen already. there’s absolutely no way you had any strength left to defend yourself against his ministrations; your legs almost always gave up on you every time.

a string of curse words leaves his mouth as you rub your pussy against him, your wetness clinging to him with all of your movements. he positions his tip at your entrance, your pussy clenching, anticipation making you hazy. words continue to fail you, until he finally slides his cock inside of you. there’s nothing inherently soft or beautiful about the way he fucks you—it’s never been like that between you two—but, you feel a warmth grow in your chest, your thighs shaking as he plunges into you deeply.

naturally, you’re more vocal than you care to be.

“oh, fuck.” 

a smirk forms on his lips, but you’re too far gone to get on him about his smugness; when he snaps his hips against yours roughly, you choke on your moans, his hands gripping your thighs as they relish in their softness. you should probably keep quiet, but with jotaro it’s always hard to gauge how loud you’re being. everything is always so intense; and he doesn’t make it any easier. he can say the same about you, he’s just better at keeping that part of him subdued, even if it’s just for a minute. his mouth finds yours again, kissing you feverishly, your pussy dripping, the slick wetness sending him into another realm.

it’s a religious experience, almost; a baptism of sorts. you’ve never had someone recklessly disrupt your life the way he has—and, try as you might, you’ve never been able to find anyone else to scratch that itch the way he can. you hate him for it; and you hate yourself because you don’t actually hate him at all. if anything, you’re too jaded from past interactions with him and dislike the way he’s become a permanent fixture in your life even when he isn’t around.

when you clench around him, a warning of sorts, he slams his cock into you mercilessly, hips dangerously close to yours as he gives you mind-numbing thrusts. it’s a battle for dominance, one that you’re desperately trying to win but know that ultimately he’ll come out as the victor. it’s always like that with him; and even when you tell yourself that this is the last time, it’s never really true. he thinks he can fuck you out of his mind, but keeps forgetting that you’ve settled somewhere deep inside of his heart, tucked away carefully in a place that he can’t reach easily. and while he isn’t one for romance, he can’t exactly rid himself of you.

it’s frustrating in the worst kind of way; there’s yet to be a problem that jotaro kujo can’t solve, and yet here you are, offering yourself to him without much resistance, trusting that he won’t break your heart like he has so many times before. it’s inevitable, though; with him it’s all or nothing, he can’t be bothered with unnecessary feelings or situations. except, can he really call any of this unnecessary, when he’s the one who sought you out?

jotaro sucks on your bottom lip, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he pummels into you harder. the sounds of your pussy squelching with each of his thrusts fills the classroom; and every time you moan a little too loud, he kisses you again—as many times as necessary—silencing you as best as he can. not that he’s in a much better position right now, his balls slapping against you, the noise lewd and invigorating. loud footsteps in the hallway only intensify things; the possibility of getting caught with him knee-deep in your pussy turns you on in a way that should feel shameful, but you’re too invested, too drunk off of him to care.

he lunges his tongue into your mouth again, and swallows all of your cries; your pussy squeezes around him tightly, making him feel like he’s floating and drowning at the same damn time. you roll your hips to meet his thrusts and cry out as an orgasm tears through you frightfully. he doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm as he rubs circles around your clit with his fingers. his thrusts get sloppier and when he cums, it takes him by surprise; he means to pull out, but you tighten your legs around him, holding him close to you in a move that matches his level of selfishness. 

there’s a moment of haziness, a light-headed feeling that almost makes you forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him. weakly, you smack your hand on his chest, not wanting to look at his face, because if you do you might never recover. 

“this is the last fucking time, kujo.”

he lets out a soft scoff before sucking his teeth at your words. you always get so snappy after sex; almost like you want to piss him off intentionally. he’ll never understand, but he somehow falls for it every time.

“i mean it,” you insist, although the stern tone you once had is long gone. he doesn’t acknowledge any of that; instead, he kisses you again, focusing on memorizing the plushness of your lips before you’re back at each other’s throats. if you make it through this interaction in one piece, you’ll give him a proper piece of your mind, but for now… you’ll just accept the little hiccup for what it is.

it’s hard to resist him, after all; you confuse love with lust and vice versa, wanting to distance yourself but always finding that you can never stray too far for too long.

[stilemawillow]

Loverboy [Jotaro Kujo | Reader]

So, think I met Jotaro about… a month ago? Maybe a bit more. I’m not the bad guy by any means – there’s just followers of the cult all around. White-haired buzzcut guy spewing bullshit about revenge. I’m young and breezy, I want no trouble. I’m no part of no band – no delusions there. I just got friends, need to return favours and hooked on love. See, so that’s the key most times. But also, like, you could call it a release and a sealant at the same time.

I was five when my momma told me stories about love. She ain’t ever love my father, though. There were cigarette butts and liquor bottles all around the house. Nice little picture right there. No modern stuff. Sundresses and hats – she beat my ass when I asked what the weird balloons in my dad’s pockets were for. So, you see, love isn’t all peachy all the time. Hard to fight for it. My momma fought for it constantly. Oh, and when she lost the battle, she was beaten. But like, repeatedly. Wore sunglasses a lot. Didn’t curse, though. Bless her little soul. My father loved too much was all.

I loved a lot like him – high school came easy and popularity was a competition I didn’t bother to win. Was mine to begin with.

I have my dad’s good looks and my momma’s patience. The old man died some two years ago – his lady took off her ring way before but she’s doing good in the nursing home. So I’m what? Young, handsome, loving and just a bit weird. It makes me cool, though. How I got in with the friends I’m currently doing favours for – you could see I had a falling out with a band, then a girl slapped me, and another one, and some pink shoes were in a dumpster down the street, my car bumper wasn’t doing well, I switched locations, ain’t nobody chasing me and, well, it’s a long story.

I’ve personally got nothing against nobody. Unless they disrespect love. And I can tell you Jotaro Kujo’s big on disrespect.

Disrespect this and that and him and her and – who are you to be calling women bitches when they just want a piece? God, you gotta thank them and give them love. So our main guy had a problem, dragged his geezer along for it – if I’m not mistaken, a Frenchman, a cherry-lover and a weird shaman were involved, too. And the fucking dog – tell you the truth, dogs are no best friend, they the devil waiting for a weak spot to lunge at.

So, a merry band goes to kill a vampire with a big following. Of course some are going to get angry. I’m not one of them, I’ve only listened to stories. Here and there, and this one’s a dirtbag, that died, those were nasty, we laughed here and ran there, lots of failure and now we’re here.

I’m not a man who fails – have that as a disclaimer. So, it might be forty days since I met Jotaro now. You know, for a big as fuck disrespecter, he’s trying to be smart and, I gotta give it to him, he manages. Dreams – marine or something biology. Fine with me. Not interesting since it’s got no love inside of it but hey, perfection runs short these days. And I know from experience it’s hard being a good guy.

So, if you’ll be asking how I met Jotaro – we bumped once. Didn’t say sorry or anything. That when I knew the favour will be a breeze when it came to conscience. No guilt can torment me over a guy who don’t even say sorry when he bumps into you. Ah, but that’s not the important point. So, this job takes a bit of devotion and some inspection. I have to be careful with schedules, placements and the time of day. I also need collateral damage. I’m good at picking that shit out. Trust me on this. So I’m doing my thing, following, looking, inspecting, analysing – shouldn’t underestimate me when it comes to analysing.

I can sniff impossible love across a street. Cause some people just stink, you know? Jotaro especially. So it don’t really matter who collateral damage is. All it matters is to find somebody as stinky. And there’s this girl, man, they’ve probably talked twice or something of the sort. Share all their university classes. My momma would laugh if she knew I ever stepped foot inside a university. Back to the point. The girl stinks and Jotaro stinks. A match made in heaven. Pichit will have a fucking blast when I tell him about it later.

So, I got my collateral damage – a smarty pants with terrible hair. She’s got nice ears, though. Not big enough of a redemption but still. Nice feet, too. All I need is the placement and their university’s got this gorgeous fountain. Green stuff around, birds chirping, nice things. If they’re lucky, I’ll pin the time to two in the afternoon so they can have lots of sunlight. But that depends on circumstances, not on me.

Target – check. Collateral damage – check. Placement – check.

I need a time and that’s all up to fate but inspection lets me believe it should be coming along soon. You see, their schedules just barely brush at the fountain each Thursday. For – what? – fifty days now, I been watching the moment come closer and closer. They gotta come in contact or nothing’s gonna work out. But I said, I’m patient like my momma. And then we’ve got about a second to go and the job is done. It’s complicated shit when you’re telling it to somebody dumb. But I need lots of ingredients and, how do I dumb this down? I make prisons out of love. Here you go. Simplest description there is.

I’m hanging around on the rooftop, swinging legs and all, waiting for lunch break. I’ll probably have to hang around for another week before I can get to work but, hey, sandwiches here are pretty good. I have a perfect view of the fountain, too. I push my sunglasses and I see that big disrespecter come out of the building. It’s just the thing. He sits on the side of the fountain.

Some chick comes along begging for love and he’s being rude. And then my pretty collateral damage shows up – opposite direction, heading for him. Not for him, though. I know she sits on the other side of the fountain. But if there’s contact, there’s a miracle. I’m hanging off the edge of my seat. Literally. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up repaying favours from the clouds.

“You, bitch, come over here.” Or so I can picture him saying it. His hand waves. The chick next to him is smiling – wait, shit, there’s a spot on my sunglasses. No, no, she’s frowning. My collateral damage stops in front of them. I lean down further and stick out my tongue in concentration. You know, the worst part is not hearing shit when you gotta keep a distance. Something splatters on my shoulder. Man, this is a brand new suit. Fuck that bird. Oh, this stinks. And while I’m wiping at my suit with my glove – remind me to throw it away immediately after – there’s a giant as fuck splash down by the fountain.

Correction, in the fountain. I nearly gape when I look. Shit, fuck, this is perfect. Golden opportunity if I’ve ever seen one. My collateral damage’s in the fountain, soaked from head to toe. Jotaro probably pushed her. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Oh, this is spicy. She slaps his hand away when he reaches out for some reason. Dude, why you gotta make it worse on the girl you pushed? But this is my moment of contact. And here goes the job.

You gotta meet my buddy – Loverboy. Real cute guy. So I snap my fingers and he snaps his and it’s done. Well, not that quickly, but when we’re out of the loop, it will be. And I’ll still have to wash the freaking suit the bird shat on. Pichit will be paying for it. Now, honestly, all I gotta do is sit and watch the show. Do hope they make it interesting for me.

“What’s going on?” Big wide eyes and clothes sticking to a shivering body.

“Hold still.” A commanding voice. She’s standing in the fountain and she can feel the water creating nasty friction between her socks and her toes. He’s looking around. He’s got the same mean look he does every day. It’s pissing her off because, all of a sudden, everybody’s gone and he’s telling her to hold still like it’ll make people reappear.

“Don’t tell me to sit still, Kujo. This is weird. I need to try to find somebody.” She crosses her arms and his eyes strike her, glaring sternly even when he’s the one sitting down.

“I told you not to move.” He tries to reach for her but she huffs and turns around, crossing the fountain and making water pour on the ground when she steps out and shakes her head before heading for the building.

He glares at her back and cautiously rises from his seat. This is a Stand at work. But whose? He needs to figure out the ability and the range. There’s nobody around when he was surrounded by people a second ago. And why is (Y/N) the only one with him? It has something to do with the ability, he’s sure of it. Either that or she’s the Stand user. A scream echoes and he whips his head in its direction. He sees brain particles splattered on the door frame as it crushes her.

Just let me make a small disclaimer again. I can’t laugh in situations like this because I’ll be found quickly. But, man, seeing Jotaro the disrespecter’s shock when the door takes out my collateral damage – precious. Beyond precious.

And trust me, I don’t like squashing pretty ladies. But this one’s in for a lot of squashing and impaling and whatever else I can think of. Because, you know, I gotta make things plausible. Not just dangerous. And with how little chemistry there’s here, one or the other is sure to walk away from the safe starting point I picked out. I just have to wait for it and bam. But also, I didn’t actually think the door would work. If it hadn’t, I would’ve probably resorted to a bit of legwork. And I always have to kickstart shit because it’s not fun if I just leave them be. We all need a shock factor. Anyway.

First try. First fail. I think I’m aiming for twenty or so. Sounds plausible. Jotaro’s strong and he’s seen some shit so he’ll beat the average ten. But what’s twenty battles when you’re losing the war? Yeah, exactly – nothing. Oh, this will be quick, easy and fun. I love when things are quick, easy and fun.

The same vacant yard. The same building. The doors are intact. Jotaro’s back to sitting down. His eyes widen and he glances at the fountain. She’s there and she makes no attempt to stand up. Wet from head to toe, staring ahead. She can’t see anything.

“Stand still now,” he commands immediately, reaching out a protective hand to prevent any movement in case she tries to be reckless again. This is without a doubt a Stand’s ability. But it doesn’t give him any hints as to the range and the essence of it. It gives him nothing besides the fact they shouldn’t go into the building. It would be safest not to move at all. 

“I died.” Her voice quivers and her shoulders are shaken by violent tremors when he looks down at her. “It was real,” she whispers blankly, eyes wide with horror. His lips purse. He can’t make sense of this just yet but he knows now at least she’s not the Stand user. In that case, he has to protect her. He tells her she’s fine and she registers his presence. “You’re not the one who felt it! Kujo, I fucking died! It--- my fucking arm and my head---“ But she’s frantic and he has to lean over to grasp her shoulder.

“Quiet. I’ll get us out.” He lets it slip and she immediately asks if he knows what’s going on. “No. Not yet.” His eyes are scanning the space. The building seems empty. There’s no place around the yard that can hide a person and a Stand. It could be a long-range. She’s asking him what he knows. He keeps quiet. Approaching the building is dangerous. The opposite direction could be safe. He’ll have to test it. What’s the essence of this ability? Encapsulation, isolation – but a normal human is here, too. He hasn’t encountered such ability before. She’s saying he has to tell her because she died back there. He sighs. “This is the work of a Stand user. Our circumstances are the ability of the Stand.”

“And a Stand is?” She’s staring at him doubtfully while he explains a Stand is the manifestation of the owner’s soul and nobody knows exactly where they originate from. “So… a manifestation of somebody’s soul wiped everybody out and killed me?” She seems more and more dumbstruck by the second. She tries to scoot closer to his edge of the fountain.

“I don’t think everybody’s wiped out.” It would be impossible. A Stand cannot have such instantaneously giant destructive power and wield manipulation of space at the same time. If it did and he was the target, he would’ve died, too. She says that they’ve been wiped out and he shakes his head. “We could’ve been transported.” It’s the most plausible conclusion taking into account everything else.

“What, like an isolated case?” She’s staring up at him while he tries to surmise their surroundings again. Everything is faithful to reality but there are no other life forms besides them two. No birds when there were birds. No insects as far as he can see. It’s a mental trick.

“It’s the only thing I can think of which would allow for a restart the moment you died.” Because bending reality and time like that was impossible even for The World. It could freeze time for seconds but it couldn’t warp the physical world at will. Even Jotaro can’t. And when she asks if this is a mental or physical space because dying felt pretty real to her, he snorts. “It’s a mental space, no doubt. Now I just need to find the Stand user.”

“But if it’s a mental space, he won’t be here,” she argues instantly. His eyes narrow at her face – there’s water trickling down it. He knows she’s smart. He knows she’s quick to soak up information – quicker than him. He likes that about her. She might even prove to not be a nuisance while he’s trying to figure this out.

“So I have to gauge the ability more. If he’s here, I’ll find him. If he’s not, I’ll have to find a way out. He’s affecting the space around us so it’s a relatively long-range Stand. Which means it might be useless in close combat. When we find him, we’re out.” Jotaro stands up and spins in order to inspect the yard from all directions. They shouldn’t near the doors but can they go and check out the opposite side? And where would a Stand hide in here?

“You’re speaking from experience,” she observes solemnly. He spares her one look and doesn’t say anything. This requires more logic than it does strength. “What? So all of this is actually true and I’m supposed to believe it?” She’s just a bit outraged. He makes a step towards the fence on the left.

“Whichever you choose, don’t move.” The order is flat and harsh, and she sits in the fountain, crossed arms and a glare aimed at his back.

“You say, while you’re moving. What are you doing?” He nears the fence and tries to estimate whether movement in any direction signifies danger.

He’s about to look up when he can hear something moving down by his feet. The stone moves quickly but Star Platinum emerges just in time and grabs it as it's about to smash into Jotaro’s face. (Y/N)’s eyes widen at the happening. She can’t see anything but the rock hanging in the air next to Jotaro’s head. It happens way too quickly. Star Platinum is busy when the fence bends and pierces his chest. The pain is so indescribably familiar and he hates it. The sensation of dying isn’t so palpable.

“Seriously? You told me to sit still while you went ahead and died?” Her voice is loud and reproachful and he’s back at the fountain, sitting on the cold stone side while she’s inside, wet from head to toe and scowling at him.

“It wasn’t my intention.” But this proves it doesn’t matter who dies for the setting to restart. It also means the death isn’t truly real – if it was, the job would be done since he’s the target. There’s more to this ability. And surely, there’s a door of opportunity for them to leave its influence.

“Let’s just sit still and talk this time, okay?” She sits with her legs crisscrossed in the fountain and scoots closer. “Who is doing this to us? Not in the sense of a Stand user because I’ll just have to accept that part. I mean, who wants to kill us?” He sighs and says he’s the target since this is a Stand user. “You have how many enemies?” She quirks a brow and he looks at the way she wipes the water off her face. The sunlight makes each drop glimmer.

“I thought none,” he says with an averted gaze. She huffs and gets to clearing the wet hair from her forehead. He glances once and regrets it. Her neck is bare and while she’s flipping the hair behind her shoulders, he sees the way her shirt sticks to her chest.

“So we can’t figure out the person’s identity based on who you’ve spited,” she concludes slowly. “If you’re the target, why am I here?” He instantly dismisses that as unimportant. She gives a firm look. “I think it’s not. Now, I feel like you’re speaking Italian when you’re talking about Stands but they’ve got abilities. This particular one needs me here to be activated. So, is it a random pick or an ingredient?” He hasn’t thought about it but it’s more important to find the Stand user and beat his teeth out.

“I can’t say.” It’s a random pick at best in his opinion. He can’t be concerned with why it’s exactly her. But maybe he won’t be able to beat the Stand user seeing as this is a case of mental isolation. Could be a hallucination, an inner world, a visual trick or a way to manipulate and combine consciousness.

“We have to inspect that. Maybe it’s the way to getting out,” she insists on pursuing what for him is a dead end and he snorts at her adamancy.

“First, there’s no ‘we’ here. Second, all I need to do is find the Stand. Somebody is controlling our surroundings and if they’re confined in a mental space, the Stand has to be here to observe and monitor it.” In the least, the Stand would be present. The user can’t chart out a predictable script for their behavioural changes – he has to monitor and adjust his tactics according to their actions.

“And how do you plan on finding the Stand when we can’t move from the fountain?” She argues with a challenging look, making him glare. “I think my approach is better for our circumstances.” So she crawls out of the fountain carefully and sits next to him, glancing down at his backpack. “Can I use your notebook?” He sighs and waves a hand to convey that she can do whatever she wants. He turns to observe the fence that impaled him. Like the door, it wasn’t plausible for it to move in the way it did. Next to him, the girl chuckles. “This is cute, Kujo. It looks a bit like me.”

“It’s not you.” His head whips so he can observe what she’s talking about. Her fingers are leaving wet prints on his notebook and the page in the back is home to a sketch. He was bored and she was just two rows away. She was also the best subject. Her hair was nice that day. And she always seems to be immersed in classes she enjoys – her expression is very specific then. And pretty.

“It has my signature bun. And those right here are my favourite earrings,” she points out with a smug smile. His jaw clenches and he turns away from the drawing. “You had to look a lot to get the details. But my elbow’s a bit off. You weren’t listening in Anatomy class.” She’s mocking him and her elbow is nudging his arm. He purposefully moves further away and glares at the building to his left.

“Just shut up, (L/N).” But he can feel heat creeping up his neck and crawling into his face. His teeth are gritted. So what if he drew her that one time? It was a mistake anyway. Like when he stares at her. Or asks for her notes. She asks for his, too. They’ve had lunch together a few times. And just before the fucking Stand attacked, he might’ve been on his way to help her out of the fountain after the other girl pushed her and suggested that she wear his jacket.

“Are you embarrassed, Kujo?” She drawls with a smirk and water is dripping from the ends of her hair onto the notebook. She flips to another page so as to not ruin the sketch. “I’d show you how I made a cursive of your name when I was bored in Zoology but it’s drenched.” The offer makes him huff. His eyes are still on the university building on his left. She reaches into his backpack for a pen. “What if this is the link? I mean, us.” He’s about to call it ridiculous when he hears her breath hitch. She’s toppling over and he just barely catches her.

The fucking pen is jabbed into her throat.

She’s choking on the blood and there’s a gurgling sound just barely leaving her lips. His heart freezes at the sight. Her eyes are staring at him pleadingly. He swears he’s never felt this helpless. But also, this death is not real. It’s not real. The pain is hot and terrible but it’s not real. Three blinks later, she tries to say something. Doesn’t manage. And then she’s back in the fountain and the water isn’t turning pink because her blood’s dripping into it.

He lets out a ragged breath and reaches for her. Her eyes are wide, brows pinched together and she grabs his hand with no hesitation, clinging to it like her life depends on it. The shock will become too much for her at some point. He has to get them out before that. He pulls her closer, and slowly coaxes her out of the fountain and next to him. Water’s dripping from her, seeping into his clothes as he lets her cling to his arm for support and her breaths are quick and panicky.

He won’t be parting his eyes from her this time. Not for a fucking second. He’s responsible for this.

“Did you get scared, Kujo? You don’t let people touch you just like that.” She’s trying to mock him but she’s trembling and he tells her to shut up before grabbing his backpack and tossing it across the yard. Her fingers are weakly clutching his jacket. Maybe it’s about time he gave it to her because this might be a mental prison of some sort, but the sensations accompanying every action are very real. “I got scared. I couldn’t breathe. I don’t want us to be here.” Her lips are pursed and slowly pries her hands from his arm so he can take off his jacket.

“I’ll get us out.” He drapes it over her shoulders and she looks up at him, asking if he’ll do it her way. His lips purse. He still sees no sense in that. “Crack the ability by discovering why you’re here?” She nods and swears there’s a connection before asking if Stand abilities have ultimatums. He shakes his head. “They’re usually fit for combat. I haven’t seen such a Stand before,” he concedes with a lowered head. She scoots closer.

“And if there’s a way to get out without fighting it? It could be why I’m here.” He quirks a brow at the inquiry. Getting out without a fight seems too optimistic. And this isn’t supposed to be a puzzle.

“For conditions to be met?” She nods and her hair is wet. She tugs the jacket’s collar so it envelops her back better. It’s too big for her. She’s still shivering when, a minute of silence later, she asks if he has a Stand. “His name’s Star Platinum.” There’s a chance they won’t remember this after they get out.

“And you’ve fought Stands before?” She looks up at him. Her eyes are big and they twinkle in the sunlight. His lips purse as he remembers Egypt.

“I’ve killed their users, too. When a Stand dies, so does the user.” She doesn’t nod but he sees the fleeting shadow of horror on her face. He doesn’t want to scare her but she’s the one asking the questions. Of course, he can choose not to answer them. He doesn’t know why her presence predisposes him to honesty. He’s talkative around her. It’s weird.

“But if this Stand user’s goal is to kill you, he should’ve managed when… you know.” Her brows furrow and she puts a hand to her chin. The jacket slips off her shoulder. He reaches over and adjusts it. “And if the point of this is to restart when either of us dies, its goal lies in another course of action altogether. And maybe that’s why I’m here as an ingredient.” Her theory is as adamant as she is. But if her speculation is true, that means he either has to find the Stand or figure out the conditions he has to meet to get them out.

“What’s the course of action we need to take then?” He knows she’s smart. He respects her because she’s smart. She knows when to talk and when to think. Knows when to act and when to observe. Her intelligence has fascinated him since long before. But she only shakes her head now and says she hasn’t gotten that far. Silence settles again. He thinks about the conditions and the position of the Stand. He thinks about how he can move and act without leaving her alone or putting her in danger.

“Why have you fought Stands before?” She’s curious and he says it’s a long story. Quietly, he admits his mother was in danger. “How long ago was that?” She’s looking up at him and he snorts. He doesn’t like to think about it. When he thinks about it, he remembers Kakyoin. They could’ve studied here together.

“Three years.” And he got over it and kept going but he has so many nightmares it’s unbearable sometimes. He sees the pity slowly crawl over (Y/N)’s features. It makes her nose scrunch a bit at the bridge. Two wrinkles. They’re three when she’s disgusted. And two between the brows when she’s concentrating in class. “Why did you ask for my notes in our first year?” He doesn’t know why he asks it. She snorts and smiles.

“You were so antisocial I wanted to be your friend. You also seemed grumpy all the time. I didn’t actually need them but they were nice. You’re really diligent, Kujo.” The compliment makes him click his tongue before he says that’s not enough to cover up the fact she just called him antisocial. And the pity if there again for a second. “I get it now. So why did you give me your notes?” She asks in return and he rolls his eyes.

“Because I’m not a jerk.” She keeps staring like there’s another reason. He remembers it like it was yesterday – she stopped him after class and roped him into a roundabout introduction before begging for his notes. And he caught her lying because he learned later that the corner of her mouth twitches when she lies. She lied that she didn’t know his name. “Your smile was nice.” He can’t believe the nonsense he’s spilling but she only chuckles.

“Not anymore?” He doesn’t say anything when she teases him but he can deny it. Her smile is still very pretty. “You know, Kujo, that time you asked my favourite colour.” They were having lunch. She asked his. And then she lied that she didn’t know her own but he didn’t press. Now her smile didn’t twitch. “It’s actually your eyes. If it weren’t for the muscles and the dark and mysterious aura, you’d have fangirls because of them.” He scowled at the mention of fangirls and she snickered. “What? You don’t enjoy your fangirls?”

“No.” He hates them, in fact. Because he’s here to study, not to be surrounded by hordes of obnoxious girls. She is the only girl whose presence he can tolerate. It might have something to do with the smile.

“And if I was a fangirl? You’d be insulting me.” But he immediately says she’s not, to which she nudges him with her elbow. “True. My approach is way calmer. And better. Staying quietly in the periphery actually brings me a lot closer.” In order to prove it, she scoots closer. Her shoulder presses against his arm and he decides to leave it be. Then she jumps up. “Wait for a second, that’s it!”

“Stay down.” He grabs her wrist and tries to pull her down but she fights and turns to face him. She’s standing in front of him and their heights are levelled like this. He can see her eyes flicker excitedly as she tugs – not to free her wrist from his hold but to drag him along.

“No, it’s fine. We need to go. Inside, right now.” He says her name when she attempts to rush off towards the building and his fingers clutch her wrist harder. He can’t let her be harmed again. “Hear me out, Kujo. You said the Stand at least has to be here to monitor us, right?” She talks the same way when she’s cracked the code to a nasty question they’ve been asked in class. “And we don’t get harmed unless we step away from the fountain or come in contact with anything that can be used as a weapon. This means the Stand is watching us from the periphery – from a place that lets it analyse which objects it can use on us. I doubt it can see through walls.”

“So the building is a safe place,” he finishes her thought and she grins.

“Exactly. And it kept me from going inside the first time because the door was all it could see.” It sounds logical. It sounds too logical and it also sounds like a weakness they can use to their advantage. He can’t leave her alone so he’ll take her along. He stands and her wrist wriggles in his hold. He lets go and follows her towards the entrance. What’s the only place that allows a perfect view of the fountain?

“It’s on the roof.” His eyes dart upwards. They’re closing in on the door when he sees the railing on the steps leading to the entrance rip itself from the concrete and bend in her direction. He acts quickly but not wisely. He pushes her out of the way but he’s the one who suffers for it. A scream gets stuck at the back of her throat. The door comes undone and pierces him.

So, I gotta tell you that love is all about sacrifice. That happening down there is no sacrifice to me. I mean, love is about sacrificing others, not yourself. Love is about power, too. My old man liked to sacrifice others and my momma was powerful – they had love right there, somewhere between the bottles and the weird balloons. Whatever happens, Jotaro the disrespecter can’t love. Not really. Maybe his own mom, sure, but like – a piece of work like the collateral damage? Yeah, no way. I’m confident about that. Like I’m confident about a lot of other stuff.

Like when Pichit was about to break his leg on the rollercoaster or when Don lost his shoes and I told him the racoon got them. They don’t believe shit, those friends of mine. But it’s fine because we have our bromance and sometimes, we trust each other. Like they trust me with this favour and I trust they’ll wash my suit after it’s done. Loverboy, I gotta tell you, has real good eyes. Like an eagle. And sure, he needs a spot to watch from but I always pick a good spot for him. He’s my best friend because, you know, he’s me in a way. We both got good style. We love a lot and we hate people who can’t love. Strongest bond ever.

I think I got him when I was sixteen or something of the sort. Could’ve been seventeen. But he was no scary thing to me. Actually, he was my buddy right off the bat. Took me a while to figure out what he does but, hey, every friendship needs time to blossom. Kind of like when you’re getting to know a girl and she can make a cartwheel but she also wears flip-flops often. You gotta measure the sacrifice. Do I love the cartwheel or hate the flip-flops? But Loverboy and I got no such problems. We’re a good team and we’re strong in our own way. My momma used to say a friend’s there for you through thick and thin. No kidding. And that---

Ah, shit. Why do I have to waste so much time preventing stuff? I don’t fail so we got that. But seriously – why’s she protecting Jotaro now? Welp, here goes the sharp fence. I didn’t pick the fountain as a starting point for nothing. I can do this all day and they can’t stop it. Can’t figure it out anyway. What, like they’re geniuses? And I’m told Jotaro likes to work alone so there ain’t no chance in hell he’s going to warm up to teamwork, much less feelings besides frustration and helplessness when he’s in danger. He don’t give half a fuck for my collateral damage, dragging her along or not. If he leaves her alone, I shoot my shot. I don’t miss so that’s that.

Oh, how cute, he’s giving her his jacket. If it was me, I would’ve straight-up told her to take off her clothes. But the disrespecter’s not experienced or interested enough in true love tactics. Which proves to me I’ll be out of here and on my way in about… a second. It’s always a second anyway. Less sometimes. I’m good at mind games and not so much at calculation. But this don’t take no calculation. It takes patience. I got more of that than them. More love, too. Oh, here goes again. Let’s do the window this time. Haha. Quick, easy and fun. I’m having so much fun. What’s that? Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

They’re inside. Shit. I won’t be telling Pichit this part. If he asks, they never got away from the fountain. If you try to tell, well, who’s he gonna believe? You or me? Yeah, I thought so, too. Now I need to do some legwork. If you’ll excuse me.

“I think we’ll be fine here for a while.” He watches her slump against the whiteboard in the classroom on the second floor with a sigh. Water is dripping from her clothes and she grabs a marker from the professor’s desk. “Let’s get down to thinking. This is either a time capsule, an isolated loop or whatever. And we’re here. What do we have in common?” She’s writing on the whiteboard and he’s leaning against the first row where she usually sits.

“Our major,” he joins in the speculations reluctantly, making her shake her head. She writes down their names next to each other and hums.

“I’m thinking more character-wise. It’s a bit like a grumpy-sunshine trope.” He clearly doesn’t understand it and she clearly doesn’t want to explain. She draws a small raincloud next to his name and a small sun next to her own. He scoffs. “So, we’re opposites more often than not. We interact often. But why today?” He instantly says they can’t be sure whether the Stand user chose today purposefully or just activated his Stand the moment he got here. “The fountain’s a good spot he shouldn’t have known about, though. Visitors aren’t allowed on campus so he’s either sneaked in or is part of the student body.” For some reason, Jotaro doubts the latter. He would notice a Stand user in the student body.

“You’re saying he’s inspected the place?” He asks with a frown and she points out the fountain is a perfect starting point that can be guarded at all times from the roof. He admits it is. This has taken some research at least. The Stand user would have to familiarise himself with the place. Which means Jotaro has gotten too rusty from living normally to notice his presence.

“Again.” She taps the marker against their names and draws his attention back to the board. “We’re opposites. What do we make of that?” He makes nothing of it because the Stand user’s goal is to get rid of him. By all means, it’s the only thing he can aim to achieve.

“Nothing. It’s a useless train of thought.” Jotaro snorts in a gruff voice and she tucks her wet hair behind her ear and frowns in disagreement.

“And I think it’s useful.” The moment she argues is the moment a stiff realisation crosses her features. It’s a fleeting instant and then the words drop from her mouth. “Opposites attract.” Jotaro knows that’s the law of magnets. So what of it in this case? She grows frantic the more she explains: “If this is about opposite-sex isolation, it could’ve been any fangirl of yours. You even had one close by. The difference is… you don’t like them.” She’s written down their sex and squints at the board before looking at him. “Have you heard about the experiments where they put a man and a woman in a dangerous simulation and observe the spike of their behavioural changes?”

“No, and I don’t see what that’s got to do with anything.” He truly doesn’t. She can’t just weave a Stand ability out of thin air and unsupported speculations. Abilities in Stands are fit for battle, too – not social experiments. They usually differ according to their owner’s character, temperament and ideology but the main rule stands – they’re meant for combat.

“Could be nothing or everything. This Stand’s ability reminds me a lot of that. A man and a woman are in an isolated space with their adrenaline constantly being stimulated. In situations like these, the couple tends to bond way quicker.” She’s blabbering and he crosses his arms, watching her sceptically.

“You’re not saying this Stand is based on a social experiment meant to simulate love.” It’s audible how much he truly doesn’t believe in her theory.

“Stimulate, not just simulate,” she corrects with a huff. “Pairs who underwent the experiment had a spike in compatibility and are often recorded as dating in the aftermath even when they went into it as strangers.” He can feel she’s lost the point of this. They’re talking about experiments that have nothing to do with their predicament and the Stand is probably looking for them. The building has five floors. How long would it take for it to catch up to their location? Jotaro suspects another five minutes at best. Two if she keeps being this loud.

“So the point is to fall in love and we’ll get out of here.” He glares when she smiles in approval. “Can you hear how ridiculous that sounds? And even if it’s true, how would the Stand user know how we interact? And wouldn’t he rather put me in with somebody I hated and had no chance at all of becoming fond of?” He might’ve accidentally indicated he prefers her to any other girl he could’ve ended up with but she goes along with it, like she hasn’t considered anything else.

“Think about it, though. That might’ve been his exact thought. He won’t put you with any of your fangirls because they like you already and they show it a lot. Maybe he doesn’t know you so he’s just watched you and based on observation – I’m the only girl who appears to be disinterested.” She indirectly hints at something, too. He’s not dumb enough to miss it.

“Appears?” He echoes and the pointed intonation makes her lips purse as she considers what to say. She puts the market back on the professor’s desk and looks into his eyes. The green mingles with a bright baby blue and creates the perfect turquoise shade. She gulps.

“Sure. If he’s had a limited observational period – two weeks or something to pick me out, he would’ve seen that we barely talk and I don’t swoon when I see you.” And Jotaro instantly defends that it’s exam season and they’re busy, which just makes her nod along. “Exactly. He might not know that. It might just be a miscalculation on his end. This is good.” She seems almost excited to announce it. He huffs and pushes himself off the desk. He thinks he can hear something.

“You’re trying to convince me the point of this loop is to fall in love. It’s ridiculous,” he states once he’s positioned right across the door. He’s standing between it and her while she asks what else he can think of. The answer’s immediate: “That we’ve given the Stand enough time to sniff us out.” And when he puts a protective hand to tell her to stand back, her eyes widen. Maybe she can hear the steps, too.

“I love you.” But his eyes are pinned to the door and she’s tugging on his jacket. “Say it back.” Her fingers tremble and her voice wavers. He won’t be saying it because even if that’s the point, nothing will happen if it’s just words prompted by survival instincts. Then both of them can hear the windows behind her vibrate.

He turns around and cradles her head to his chest just as the glass explodes. She screams. Such a fucking cowardly Stand – can’t even use its own strength to overpower him. Glass shards are piercing his face. Blood drips on her hair. He has to lure him out and fight him. Star Platinum is on edge, waiting for guidance.

“Just say it!”

But he doesn’t have the time to part his lips when the door slams open. His vision is impaired – one of his eyes is positively blind and the other is full of blood. He feels her wrestle out of his hold and she can’t see Star Platinum but she stands in the way. It’s then he realises it might not be wise to let his Stand be harmed. But he doesn’t want her to be harmed either. He blindly reaches for her in an attempt to tug her back. Her arm’s in his hold and it’s too late. Through a red veil, he can see the blurry shape of a tall pink figure with flaming hair. And when her body falls back in his arms, the hole in her chest is visible. His heart flinches inside his chest. Star Platinum’s unharmed.

And then they're back at the fountain. In an instant, he turns around and his feet splash inside the water, glued to the stone under as his arms extend to he can hold her shoulders. Same exact time, she’s crawling closer to the edge with her fingers hastily reaching for his face. Horror is coursing through their veins and they think one and the same thing when their eyes meet: You’re fine. The relief is grand and visible, almost tangible in the air. No words are spoken as he draws her closer and she complies until she’s on her knees and her arms just barely envelop his back, fingers desperately clutching his jacket. His digits tangle in her hair. His free hand is splayed over her back, between the shoulder blades where the hole was.

“You were scared,” she mocks in a weak voice, face buried in his chest as he exhales, nose burrowed in her wet hair.

“Shut up.” The command makes her chuckle. He was scared shitless. He’s angry, too. Then she parts from him and her hands are damp as they cup his jaw. She slowly rises to her feet and he looks up. Her thumbs rub against his skin and when their eyes meet, there’s the rage of a thousand suns in her hues. He likes the sight of it. He hasn’t seen this side of her before.

“Let’s smash this guy’s face in.” She sounds deadly serious and he agrees. His fingers slowly wrap around her wrists and he stands up, head slowly turning towards the roof. Now they know where the Stand is. He’ll take her along and Star Platinum will be her bodyguard in case the fucking coward tries to pull another trick. If this is a mental space, Jotaro might be allowed the pleasure of beating up the Stand on his own.

When they step out of the fountain and kick their backpacks in the opposite direction, the fence acts up. It bends and its foundations tear the ground apart in their attempt to shoot in their direction. The attack is spoiled when Star Platinum prevents contact. And (Y/N) gapes at the fence suspended in the air, then he nudges Jotaro’s side and hums.

“I’m assuming I can’t see your Stand but is he, like, strong enough to rip out one of the sharp edges from the fence for me?” And before Jotaro can tell her that’s unneeded, Star Platinum does exactly as he’s told. She blinks at the fence that seems to be breaking on its own. Jotaro glares at his Stand. “I just think I need a way to defend myself. I took one year of fencing in high school.” And the rest of the fence drops to the ground but one metal rod with a sharp tip hangs in the air in front of her. She takes it from Star Platinum with her smile blindly aimed up. “Thank you very much, Star. He can hear me, right?” She glances at Jotaro, who only scowls.

“Right. And he’s being way too complaisant.” She chuckles at the sour note in his voice.

“You are, technically. A manifestation of your soul and will, if I remember correctly.” Her smile is bright and teasing, and he snorts.

When they head towards the door, a few stones try to create trouble. They evade the railing with no casualties and Star Platinum wrecks the door before it can collapse. Once they’re inside, the danger is gone. Jotaro’s walking ahead and she’s in the middle with Star Platinum behind her.

When they get to the stairs leading to the rooftop, the group stops and exchanges looks. They’re quietly ascending the stairs, Jotaro’s the one who breaks the lock on the door to the roof and (Y/N) clutches her weapon a bit tighter. He’ll make sure she doesn’t need to use it. When he slams the door open, the Stand is caught off guard. Instead of fighting, it adheres to its cowardly ways. Only Jotaro can see it.

He gives chase and she’s behind him, following even when she can’t see their target. The Stand is cornered easily and, what’s more, when it tries to use its ability to make a random inanimate object attack them, both attempts are foiled. It’s probably weird for (Y/N) to sit still, unaware that Star Platinum is beating up the other Stand while Jotaro observes.

One of the punches seems to hit the switch.

God, this hurts. My momma didn’t teach me enough to deal with pain. And what’s this unfairness? The bad guy isn’t supposed to win. I’m not supposed to fail. I can’t fail. This favour’s supposed to be quick, easy and fun. I love it when things are quick, easy and fun. My jaw might be broken. And my ribs. I can barely move. Fuck, I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. This wasn’t planned. This can’t be happening. The bad guy can’t win.

And what if I was told not to underestimate him? I didn’t. It was all perfect. So why was he working with my pretty collateral damage? He’s not supposed to work in a team. They’re not supposed to get out before they off themselves. Fuck. I have to run. I have to run far and Pichit has to wash my suit and pay for the goddamn hospital bill. I ain’t taking any jobs after this. I don’t care about the followers or the favours. Fuck my friends, they didn’t even warn me this could happen.

Ah, I just want to go back to my flat with Loverboy and order take-out. I want shiitake mushrooms and shrimp. My momma used to make them tasty. Fuck.

Everything is loud and bright. Birds are chirping and a fly is buzzing by the top of the fountain. The noises are everywhere – so many people talking at once it’s almost deafening at first. Jotaro is blinking at the water splashing around inside the fountain. There seems to be a small rainbow where the sun hits the miniature drizzle just right. (Y/N) is inside, wet from head to toe and staring up at him with parted lips and wondrous eyes.

Both of them are overwhelmed by the noise and the colours and the people. Some are having lunch, others are talking in small groups, walking around, crossing the yard, standing still, laughing, joking, and complaining. Voices and people everywhere. Even the girl who pushed (Y/N) into the fountain is still at Jotaro’s side, looking down at them with a scowl.

Everything went back to the instant they were transported by the Stand’s ability.

Jotaro gets the very intense urge to get in the fountain and hug her. She, in turn, is struggling with her own wish to jump and tackle him to the ground in front of everybody. Instead, she grins up at him and he offers her a hand. This time, she takes it. His fangirl doesn’t enjoy the sight. He couldn’t care less but she obviously has a vengeful side to her because once she’s standing to her feet, at least three people are looking at her wet form and Jotaro helps her jump out of the fountain, she slowly lets go of his hand and aims a big smile at the fangirl.

“Thank you for this, Hori. I’m indebted to you and I like how my hair looks when it’s wet. I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow, okay?” The girl blinks at her, utterly stupefied and just a bit disturbed. (Y/N) turns to Jotaro and smiles at him, too. “Now, should we go?” He sighs and they hold onto their backpacks while rounding the fountain. Jotaro knows they’re heading to the rooftop.

“You didn’t make a scene,” he remarks on their way into the building. She’s just a bit wary of the door. Her shoes squeak down the hallway and people are staring at her weirdly. She’s not used to it because she forgets her appearance is supposed to inspire confusion.

“You’re taking me out on a date later, Kujo. She deserves gratitude.” The quip makes the dark-haired male glance down at her doubtfully. He has to admit maybe he doesn’t mind the idea of taking her out on a date. Most of all when it would’ve taken him way longer to get out if he’d been on his own. Still, he’s just a bit surprised at how well she’s taking this – mostly the aftermath that might’ve left her scarred. He hands her his jacket and she drapes it over her shoulders. “Thanks. How about you don’t kill the guy? I want to ask him about my theory.”

“You look quite unaffected by the experience, (L/N).” The remark makes her lips purse. Even if the death wasn’t real, the sensations were quite on point. He glimpses momentary discomfort on her face before she lets out an airy chuckle.

“I think we’re close enough to use first names at this point. And also, I might be a bit more adaptable than I thought.” In spite of that, Jotaro stays mad at the stupid fuck who intervened in their normal lives. She would’ve been better off not living this. They’re climbing the stairs and the lock on the rooftop door is already broken when they arrive. Jotaro opens the door and expects a fearsome enemy’s attack. He’s not prepared for the disfigured bleeding mess on the floor. Next to him, (Y/N)’s eyes widen in fright and her nose scrunches up. Three wrinkles for disgust.

“G-Get away from me!” The guy draws back in horror, splayed on the ground and trying to crawl back. He has two pink tresses in his blond hair. “F-fucking psychos! How did you---“

“Let me stop you right there,” (Y/N) says, stepping forward and glaring down at his bloody face. As far as Jotaro can see, he’s got a broken nose, a split brow and two busted teeth. His ribs are probably cracked. “We’ll walk you out of the university premises and you won’t come back ever. But before that, I want to ask you about your Stand’s ability. It’s a mental space, right?” The guy blinks at her.

“A loop, yea. B-But you’re fucking crazy and I don’t have to answer any questions.” His voice comes out wheezy and squeaky. He’s shaking in fear. Jotaro quirks a brow at his defiant behaviour and (Y/N) glances at the dark look on his face.

“I think you’ll prefer it to the other option.” She’s not smiling but her voice is upbeat and placid. “Now, since it’s a loop in a mental space, was there a way for us to get out without beating your Stand?” She isn’t nearly as disturbed by the sight of the beaten-up man. Jotaro thinks this much is enough although he wouldn’t be against some more. An additional punch or two just to be safe. The guy spits out a spiteful spoonful of blood and snorts.

“Yeah, the disrespecter here had to give up on shit a-and off himself because you’re not compatible at all and---“

“So we had to fall in love or kill ourselves?��� She cuts off with wide eyes, making Jotaro’s lips purse. The guy at their feet growls in outrage and points up at the dark-haired Stand user.

“T-That’s the whole point! He can’t love shit and you’re the perfect collateral damage because you barely talk to him!” His words would have made sense if it weren’t for her theory. She’s grinning and her hands are on her hips when she tips her chin proudly and looks up at Jotaro, who only averts his gaze in spiteful defeat. He shouldn’t have let her come along. She could’ve gone through life without the knowledge she was right.

“I told you! I was right the whole time!” Her finger jabs into his biceps and she tugs on the jacket around her shoulders while clearing her throat and looking down at the guy again. He’s staring at her like she’s crazy. He probably thinks they’ll kill him or something. “I figured it out. Without the part about killing ourselves. It’s a smart move but… we actually like each other, I think.” She gestures at them and the guy’s face contorts in utter disbelief. Jotaro clicks his tongue at the pathetic sight.

“So thanks for the date.” His deep voice makes (Y/N) grin.

“Y-You weren’t supposed to… Y-You can’t possibly, I watched you! You hate everybody! A-And---“

“Let’s get you out of here, huh? You’re pretty shaken up.” She crouches in front of the guy and he doesn’t dare strike her for fear Jotaro will act faster. They force him to his feet and he’s shaking like a leaf. Jotaro’s the one who has to support him on their way down the stairs. “Do you have a car or should we call an ambulance?” But he’s nearly catatonic because of the shock and doesn’t answer. “I didn’t think you’d beat the sense out of him, Jotaro.” She shoots Jotaro a look of reproach and he huffs. 

“Let’s just walk him out and leave him outside.” Less than three minutes, they’re sneaking out of the side door leading to the parking lot. She’s wet from head to toe and they’re helping a bleeding man limp between the cars. When they reach the side entrance, Jotaro lets the Stand user slump down to the ground against the fence and glares at him. (Y/N)’s the one who crouches down, grips his nose and harshly pushes to the left. The guy screams and bites down on his tongue.

“I hope it hurt like a bitch. That’s for the long-term paranoia I’ll have around doors. And for making me see the guy I like being in pain.” Jotaro’s eyes widen at the action and her words, and then she stands to her feet, leaving the Stand user to whimper in pain while she heads back to the building. “Do you have anything to say to me about my theory?” She teases when Jotaro opens the door for her.

“It’s a bullcrap ability that wasn’t supposed to exist at all,” he states with a huff. She smiles and says it’s enough that he’s a bit spiteful in his rejection, then complains that she needs dry clothes to attend her next class. He hums and he knows it’s out of character when he suggests: “We can skip.”

“I didn’t think you were a bad boy, Jotaro.” She smirks and he clicks his tongue. “We do deserve rest after this. Might’ve been less than a second in reality but all the stress drained me. Are you hungry?” But both of them know neither had time to enjoy lunch and the experience messed with their heads in terms of orientation through time. He nods and she’s very transparent in her offer. “Come over so I can change and maybe I can cook for us.”

“Traditional?” He questions with a quirked brow and suggests omelettes and miso soup. He’s on board. And when they’re heading for the main entrance, she asks if he thinks the guy will try to attack him again. He sees the uncertainty on her face and shakes his head. “His Stand is the most cowardly thing I’ve seen. He wasn’t much better. He won’t risk it.”

“It’s weird how he accidentally picked the right people,” she muses with a hum. “He was so shocked we worked together, too. Do others think we don’t get along, too?” He thinks whoever even cares enough to be acquainted with them is pretty much aware they’re on good terms. And some – the ones she calls his fangirls – might even be suspicious regarding more. She wouldn’t be getting pushed into fountains otherwise even though Jotaro is greatly annoyed by the fact girls have turned pursuing him into a competition with him as the prize.

“Do you care about that?” He glances down at her and sees her tug his jacket and burrow her nose in the collar with a thoughtful hum. She’s cute sometimes.

“Depends. Maybe not.” So he thinks the conversation is done for the time being. Less than a minute late, she asks: “Hey, Jotaro, that one time we got to the classroom – would it have worked if you’d said it?” He knows exactly what she means and his blood runs cold in nervousness at the mention. Seeing as he refuses to answer, she nudges his arm with her elbow. He won’t say it. “Oh, come on, we survived a shitload together, you can tell me that at least.” Her eyes are twinkling up at him pleadingly.

“We’ll never know,” he concludes in a gruff voice. He’s scowling when she says she can just get the guy to activate his Stand’s ability again and have them test her theory. But there will be no need for that. “I’ll just beat him up again.” He’s glaring, tipping his hat lower, and she laughs. It’s a nice sound.

“You’re red, Jotaro.” She’s annoying. Annoyingly smart, too. His face is red, she’s smiling knowingly and she’s pretty even when she’s annoying. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. It would’ve worked.

[talesofsonicasura]

Jotaro with a Cyber Sleuth s/o: Jolyne

Here we go with the next part! I bet you guys have been yearning for this and I'm very sorry for the wait! Truth be told, I was planning on how I could rearrange the first masterlist a bit. Turning the starter parts for x Readers into a mini index of sorts. Same goes for my actual fanfics.

Another thing is I'll be editing my older fanfics, fix any bad grammar and undo any 'word salads'. Other than that, let's get started. This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender.

Jolyne Cujoh, Jotaro's daughter... You had heard about her from the marine biologist himself after you guys reunited. To think you would be meeting her so suddenly was insane to say the least especially with how it happened.

Iggy had gotten himself settled in Jotaro's place at the moment. He was given a cover story about being a rescue seal and kept under the man's care. Morioh might be a weird place but it's best to have a plan if anyone asked questions.

You and Myotismon were just heading over to the hotel only to have a little girl bump into you. From the picture that your mutual crush showed of his daughter, there was no doubt that this raven haired girl is Jolyne.

There's just one problem, she should be in North America with her mother. Only two possiblities were presented to you, either she's here with her mother or Jolyne ran away. Something you'll ask once you take her back to Jotaro.

It seems the little girl had gotten prior knowledge of you and Myotismon from her father. The story was given when Jolyne had found the group picture taken on the quest to defeat Dio. What she said next was surprisingly to say the least.

"Daddy missed you a whole lot after you and Myo left. He always looked at that special photo before hiding it. Daddy sounded so happy when he told me about you and Myo. Something my mother didn't like..."

It seems Jolyne's mom been completely jealous about how close you were to Jotaro. Listening in as he reminisced before she took the photo and confronted him. You were the driving force of the divorce between them.

Normally you would apologize but from the looks of this situation, Jolyne wasn't very close to her mother. Myotismon thankfully decided to cheer the little girl up. He took a paper from his coat and made an origami butterfly out of it.

It was something he did in his spare time, usually giving his creations to any person who emotionally needed one. Jolyne definitely liked the paper butterfly as butterflies are her favorite animal.

While on your way to Jotaro's hotel room, you decided to treat his daughter. Bought her a few butterfly style accessories, some mochi ice cream and a few books to enjoy Myotismon gave Jolyne piggyback rides alongside teaching her how to make origami.

Overall, she was in a much better mood especially since the little girl tackle hugged her father upon reaching his suite. Jotaro had been relieved that Jolyne ran into you instead of someone dangerous.

Living arrangements did need to be made for the young Joestar whose currently playing with Iggy. The Gomamon kept her busy with the promise of coffee while you, Jotaro and Myotismon talked things out. In the end, Jolyne would be staying with you.

One of your Digimon friends could be her babysitter whenever you had to go on a case. They could protect Jolyne if an enemy Stand User decides to attack. Even pull her into a Digital Space if push comes to shove.

Once every corner was covered, you guys told Jolyne. She took the news very well although her next comment got you and Jotaro. "Hey daddy, when are you going to marry the nice detective?" Poor Jotaro could only hide his growing red face with his hat followed by a 'Yare Yare Daze'. Yare Yare Daze indeed.

And that's it! We've finally gotten to Jolyne! I wanted to write her part first before doing the whole Crusader Reunion. Some of the reason stemming from Stone Ocean getting its anime adaptation and the fact it'll be much easier to write them separate.

Jotaro and Cyber Sleuth reader will be tying the knot next chapter. They've been a bit busy with Stand User shenanigans to properly get there after all. A nice respite will be in order.

Until next time folks, continue to stand proud and I'll see you back in Morioh.

[starry-snippets]

things their stands give you/do for you (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, giorno, abbacchio)

star platinum is often giving you sea shells, rocks, fossils. you'll go on a walk with jotaro and star plat has gathered a handful of the prettiest conch shells and rocks washed onto the shore. jotaro is a bit embarrassed, but seeing you fascinated by the things star plat (aka jotaro) found interesting makes his cheeks hotter and his stoic disguise melting

hierophant green loves to give you emeralds he makes! the most perfect crystals he'll give to you, always ecstatic to see you enjoy them. he'll also give you beetles and fresh fruit whenever you and kakyoin are outside. yes I think kakyoin is a bug nerd

magicians red acts like a true bird. brings you the shiniest things in hopes to impress you. golden beads, broken chains, doesn't matter what it is you'll store it somewhere safe and watch his eyes light up and a happy caw leave his beak. avdol loves that you entertain his stand. red loves when you make things from the shiny scraps he finds, if you do so you'll make red thrilled and avdol utterly crimson with how precious you are

gold experience is always showing you bugs, magazine pages with animals on them, and different flora. he's curious about them and wants to share that with you. giorno likes seeing you interact positively with gold and will use his abilities to wow you. like turning the pages of the magazine into rose petals. gold also gives you bones. almost a surprising amount of times he's shown you bones

moody blues will play whatever song he's heard you listen to back for you. especially if your headphones aren't working but you need the distraction. moody blues shows they care through auditory experiences, and abbacchio worries you'll find him stalkerish when he sees moody blues playing your favorite songs, but your smile while singing along calms abbacchio's anxieties

[aifanfictions]

Write a fanfiction about Jotaro Kujo from Jojos Bizzare Adventures falling in love with the Stardust Crusaders seventh member (Y/N) who is helping the other Stardust Crusaders defeat DIO. Hovewer Jotaro Kujo is still a teen and a closed up person so despite falling in love with (Y/N) he doesn't know how to express his feeings.

Silent Hearts

The relentless Egyptian sun bore down on the scorched desert landscape as the Stardust Crusaders continued their arduous journey to defeat DIO, the malevolent vampire. Their quest had brought them to the brink of exhaustion, but the determination to save Holly and stop DIO spurred them forward.

Among the travelers was a new addition, (Y/N), the seventh member of the Stardust Crusaders. Her arrival had been unexpected, but her Stand power had already proven invaluable in their battles against DIO's minions. She had quickly earned the respect and trust of the group, and there was one person in particular who found her presence captivating—Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro, the group's stoic and enigmatic leader, was known for his cool demeanor and rarely displayed any emotion. Yet, from the moment (Y/N) had joined their ranks, something had shifted within him. He watched her from a distance, his dark eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Her unwavering determination and courage in the face of danger had piqued his interest.

However, Jotaro was a teenager, and the complexities of his emotions were foreign territory. He didn't quite understand why his heart raced whenever (Y/N) was nearby or why he couldn't help but think about her, even in the most perilous of situations.

As the group set up camp one evening beneath the vast expanse of the Egyptian night sky, Jotaro found himself sitting by the campfire, staring silently into the dancing flames. (Y/N) was nearby, her presence as comforting as it was perplexing to him.

Polnareff and Joseph, ever the chatterboxes, were engaged in lively conversation nearby, leaving Jotaro and (Y/N) in a rare moment of quiet together.

"(Y/N)," Jotaro began, his voice rough and hesitant. He cleared his throat before continuing, "About your Stand..."

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes meeting his inquisitive gaze. "Yes, Jotaro?"

He struggled to find the right words, a rare occurrence for the normally composed teen. "Your Stand power is... impressive. It's helped us more than once, and I appreciate that."

A faint smile tugged at (Y/N)'s lips as she acknowledged his words. "Thank you, Jotaro. I'm here to help in any way I can."

Jotaro's fingers traced the edge of his hat nervously as he searched for a way to express what he felt. "It's not just your Stand. I... I've noticed how fearless you are in battle, how you never back down from a fight. It's admirable."

(Y/N) shifted closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching. "We're all in this together, Jotaro. We're a team."

He nodded, but there was something more he wanted to convey, something he couldn't quite put into words. "Yeah, a team... but there's something else." Jotaro hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground before returning to (Y/N)'s eyes. "I don't know how to say this, but... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should."

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat at his admission, and a soft blush graced her cheeks. She had sensed Jotaro's internal struggle, his unspoken emotions, and now they hung in the air between them.

The desert wind whispered around them, carrying with it the weight of unspoken feelings. Jotaro, for all his strength and bravado in battle, found himself at a loss when it came to matters of the heart.

(Y/N) reached out and gently placed her hand on Jotaro's, the touch sending a shockwave through him. "Jotaro," she said softly, "you don't have to have all the answers right now. We've been through so much, and it's okay to feel what you're feeling."

Jotaro looked down at their joined hands, his fingers entwining with (Y/N)'s. It was a small gesture, but it held a world of meaning.

"Sometimes," (Y/N) continued, "our hearts know things that our minds can't quite grasp. And that's okay."

The two sat there in companionable silence, the campfire crackling and the stars above them bearing witness to a moment of unspoken understanding. The journey to defeat DIO was far from over, but in that moment, Jotaro found solace in knowing that he wasn't alone, that he had (Y/N) by his side, and that their hearts, though silent, spoke a language all their own.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[happyshippingnoises]

The stardust crusaders reactions to dating you (gender neutral)

Also a nice hint that I also do oc/selfinsert ship content... hint hint

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: showering with Jotaro Kujo

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 6), gender neutral reader

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

…Jotaro Kujo joining you in the shower

He leans closer to your face. The hot water falls against him, slicking his hair back and clinging to his eyelashes somehow making him even more stunning.

He catches your wrists and you feel your heart flutter. His biceps contract as he moves your wrists above your head, pinning them against the tiled wall.

Externally, he’s in control. He’s cool and composed.

Internally, he feels like he does before a stand battle. His heartbeat pounding, the rush of adrenaline, the surge of power.

Even Star Platinum’s primal urges are rumbling deep inside him

…But he keeps it at bay.

“Tell me what you want…”

He moves his hips forward, his now hard cock getting achingly close to you,

“And I’ll give it to you.”

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

K. Jotaro — you're a barista and he's a regular; seeing him almost every day should be normal, right?

CW: Stalking, Obsession, Dark Themes

We will experience different kinds of.. 'effects' throughout our lives. There's the ever-famous Butterfly Effect, wherein a small change, a small choice or an action could lead to vastly different outcomes. There's also the Domino Effect, where an event leads to a chain reaction of various events, and the Snowball effect, where a small mistake eventually snowballs into a huge problem.

For you, what set off all of these effects in your life simultaneously was a simple act of kindness toward a stranger.

It was a lovely afternoon, the sun's rays still bright but not scaldingly hot as it was during noon when the sun was at its highest. You were taking a short break and you decided to spend it by people gazing at the front of the store as the staff room felt too suffocating at the moment and staying in the cafe might end up with customers asking for your service—God knows how entitled some of them can be.

There was no way you wouldn't be able to notice the tall man that walked past you, his eyes trained on the notebook he held in his hands, his white coat long enough that it reaches his calves. The first thought that came to your mind then was: Isn't he hot in his outfit? Before you noticed the weird hat that seems to fuse with his hair. You raised your brow for a bit, before looking away and searching for another interesting person to walk by.

Weird, but not the weirdest thing you've seen. Working in the retail business, it goes without saying that you end up meeting different types of people; ranging from entitled ones to weird freaks—honestly, you're lucky if you managed to encounter a handful of nice ones, those were always the highlight of your day in your shitty job.

The sudden strong gust of wind took you by surprise, and the sound of someone's coat fluttering in the wind came after. As you turn to look at the sound, your body instinctively moved in response to the sight of a white... something making its way towards you, carried by the wind.

Blinking to get your mind out of the state of shock, your gaze went from the tall man earlier whose eyes are now on you, his expression indifferent before you allow your eyes to fall to your hand, still holding the object that was brought to you by the wind. As you have seen at a glance earlier, it was white, with gold pins adorning the front, and its back ripped off and dyed black.

So that's how he makes it seems like his hat was fused into his hair.

For such a huge man, he moves too silently for your own liking, as he almost gave you a heart attack when your gaze was met with his chest when you looked up to gaze at him again. Jumping back slightly, you pressed your free hand to your chest with your eyes widened as you looked up at his azure gaze that was looking down at you, and you never fully realized just how terrifying his build was until this moment.

His still emotionless face gives you the impression that he must be a reticent man, perhaps, just reserved with strangers. In all honesty, you understand why. Some people are just...... creepy sometimes. He only blinks at you, but you can see his outstretched hand from your peripheral vision and you immediately knew what he was trying to tell you.

Suppressing a relieved sigh, you allow your tensed shoulders to relax, before placing the bizarre hat in his palm. Your fingers brush against his, but you didn't pay it any mind as your phone started ringing, the sound of your alarm blaring—signifying the end of your shift. He only nods at you in appreciation, a silent thank you, and you only nodded back before reaching for your phone and your body turning as you start walking back inside the cafe.

Much to your surprise, the weird hat guy was back the next day—but this time, instead of seeing him just passing by, he's standing in front of you, the registrar, with the counter of the cafe separating the two of you from each other.

"Welcome," you give him your customer service smile, "What can I get you today, Sir?"

His eyes were on you for a while before darting toward the menu behind you. He's pretty lucky there isn't anyone in the line right now—and you're lucky about that too, not wanting to deal with a snappy customer because this one is taking a bit too long to order. Not long after that, he fixes his gaze on you again.

He finally gives you his order, just a regular coffee. You would have been annoyed at him for taking so long to think, only to order something so common if you weren't used to it—and you were quite distracted by his voice, it wasn't that you didn't expect it, but it was really deep.

"Your name, Sir?" You ask, your smile still plastered on your face. A pen in your dominant hand and his cup in the other.

"Jotaro," he responds, and you nodded absentmindedly as you write his name on the cup, hoping you spelled the foreign name right.

"Okay. I'll call for you when your order is ready."

Ever since that day, you started seeing him more often. At first, he'd only stop by once or twice per week, and then, every weekday, until it ended up with him going every single day to the point even your coworker has taken notice of the weird-hat guy that you now had a name for; Jotaro.

It was said that we, humans, have a sixth sense, and in a way, we're able to sense it whenever someone is watching us. And you've been having a feeling for a while now that someone is watching your every move whenever you're at work, but you just chalked it up to stress. You being looked at by the customers is nothing new, and it never bothered you before.... mayhaps, you really are just tired.

Taking your break for the day, you allowed yourself to indulge in your favorite drink. One sip and you can feel the stress start to melt away already, and you allow yourself to let out a close-eyed smile. Only for your peace to immediately be ruined by your co-worker's voice.

"I know that's your favorite, but that's all you drink here. Aren't you sick of it?" they ask, a brow raised in your direction.

You debated internally whether you were going to respond to them or not, but before you even had the chance to defend yourself, a customer had already appeared by the cash register which prompted them to focus on their work and gave you the chance to slip away into the staff room.

The feeling of eyes burning through you still not leaving.

The next day, you greet Jotaro with a smile—your smile now more genuine that when you first met the guy. He was still as quiet as ever, only coming in to order his drink, seat at his usual booth to continue his work, and finishing his order before leaving without saying goodbye. But he's still much better than the other customer you've had to deal with, especially much better than a bunch of rambunctious teenagers.

"Welcome, Jotaro." You greet, watching as his gaze zeroes in on you at the sound of his name coming from your lips, "The usual?"

The man continues to stare at you, not uttering a word or any signal to affirm your words. Confused, you tilt your head to the side as you try to get a read on him—an impossible feat, considering he always wears that neutral expression on his face. Blank aquamarine eyes stare at you, to which you had no choice but to stare back.

"Jotaro?"

This time, you seem to have successfully snapped him out of his reverie as he blinks owlishly at the realization he had been openly staring at you. He clears his throat before his eyes finally leave your face to glance over the menu behind you.

"The usual for you?" You try again, and the upturn of your lips now lessened significantly.

"I'd like to try something new today," was his response, shaking his head with his eyes going back to you after he seems to have found what he was looking for. Nodding to himself, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

Much to your surprise, he asked for an order of your exact favorite drink. Your smile widens at his choice, punching his order into the register while mindlessly commenting on his order.

"Good choice," you spoke, "That's my favorite, actually."

He only nods in response, before bringing his wallet out to pay for his drink. You hadn't really thought much of it, even if it didn't seem like a drink he would have, it's nice that he's willing to try something new.

Ever since that day, that certain drink became his regular order, and you would always have a smile on your face while serving him his drink. You hadn't really thought much of it, after all, there was no reason to.

You've never really seen Jotaro outside of work, except for that one time you had to commute on the way to work.

Your day was going horribly at that time. You slept through your alarm, you almost slipped and fell to your death in your own bathroom, and just to make matters worst, you find that some strange thought it would be funny to burst a hole in the tires of your car. Cursing to yourself, you rushed to the nearest bus stop, hoping you can still make it to your shift just in time.

Surprisingly, just when you were nearing the bus stop, you see a familiar figure standing there with a notebook in his hand, wearing the same clothing as when you first met, down to the golden pins in his hat that changed constantly. You thought twice about greeting him at first, but before you could even try to hide from him, his piercing gaze has already met yours.

He didn't seem surprised to see you there, but then again, when did you ever see this man show a glimpse of emotion, anyway?

"Hello," you greet, waving timidly, he only nods at you in response.

The journey to your workplace was silent, with the tall man only focusing on his notes and you didn't dare disturb him. He seems to be the type to keep to himself, a man of a few words, and you weren't really that close to him (and in all honesty, you didn't care about him enough to break the silence between the two of you). You sat next to him on the bus, you both got off at the same stop, and you walked together to your workplace.

By the time you clocked in and were manning the register, he had already ordered his drink and was already sitting in his usual seat, working on his laptop.

This time, however, he didn't leave at the same time he usually does. He instead waited for your shift to end, and similar to earlier in the day, you both walked next to each other to the stop, rode the same bus next to each other, and got off at the same stop. You nod at him in goodbye, thanking him for the company and he only nodded back to acknowledge your words—You spent the next few days like this, just until you finally had your day off when you finally got your car fixed.

You hadn't really thought much of Jotaro at the time, you had no reason to, after all. He was just a regular who happen to live in the same area as you, and there wasn't really anything about him that entices you. But that all changed that one fateful day.

Watching Jotaro walk out from the cafe, your co-worker suddenly nudges you with their elbow with a cheeky smile on their face. It was certainly a slow day, which you were thankful for.

"When are you going to introduce your boyfriend, hmm?" They ask, crossing their arms across their chest. You raise a brow at them, confused at their words.

"Boyfriend? Him?" You ask, pointing at the door that Jotaro just went out of, "Are you serious?"

"Is he not?" Your co-worker is just as confused as you, "You went to work with him before, didn't you? Went home with him too?"

"Oh, someone broke my car that time, we just happen to live in the same area. I guess he wanted to make sure I was safe or something." You shrug it off, moving to get a rug, about to leave the counter to clean the table Jotaro left, though you only need to wipe the tables as Jotaro cleans up after himself anyway.

"Really?" They ask, "How come he's only around when you have a shift, then?"

"...What?"

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at them. This information was news to you, you thought he came here every day...

"He once came here when you weren't around, he got up to the cashier and asked where you were." Your co-worker recalled, their voice getting more concerned about the situation the more they speak, "When I told him it was your day off, he suddenly turned and left. He stopped coming whenever its that day of the week ever since then."

"That's kind of...." you clear your throat, looking at your co-worker incredulously, not sure as to what words you should use to describe the situation. Sure, you had a few admirers amongst your regulars that only came to the cafe to see you, but knowing that some stranger took the time to learn your work schedule still scares you a bit.

"Anyway, I'll go clean his table." You said, deciding to avoid the topic. Your co-worker didn't push the topic, seeing how visibly uncomfortable you were.

Approaching his table, you did your job of wiping it down, and just as when you were about to leave, you noticed a small, brown envelope on the floor. It must have belonged to Jotaro, possibly falling from his things when he left. You brought it with you to the counter, deciding to give it back to him tomorrow, if it did belong to him.

"What's that?" your co-worker immediately took notice of the envelope in your hand the moment you walked into the staff room,

"I found it on the floor," you respond, suddenly feeling exhausted, "Jo- He must have dropped it."

"You sure it's not from some other customer?" They ask, putting a hand out, wordlessly asking for the envelope in your grasp and you reach your hand out to give it to them.

However, the envelope accidentally slips through your grip before your co-worker could get a hold of it and it ended up falling to the floor, its flap opening and some of its contents spilling out face down.

Your co-worker cursed before you both apologized at the same time, they were quick to get on one knee to pick up the spilled... photos? from inside, and in their rush to put it back in the envelope, they accidentally saw the content of one photo which immediately froze them in place.

You watch as their pupils dilate, their skin turning pale as they freeze in surprise, eyes glued to the photo. Raising a brow, you open your mouth to ask if they were alright but they immediately opened the envelope in their other hand to look at its contents and you were sure you can see their heart dropping to their stomach at the sight of the photos in the envelope.

"Hey!" you tried to stop them, "That's not ours, we shouldn't-"

You were cut off as your co-worker spilled the contents of the images on the floor. The sight of them made your blood run cold, you were just about sure that your heart stopped beating out of shock—because in these images, your own face stared back at you.

They were stolen images, and you just about realized why Jotaro always chose to sit at that booth; because it gave him a clear view of you on the counter. There were some of you on the counter, some when you were serving other customers, but what just made your blood run cold was there were pictures of you in your own home. You recognize that shirt from the one you wore that morning, what was even more chilling was that there were pictures of you. Asleep. In your room.

He broke into your home to take pictures of your sleeping form.

You didn't know what to think. You didn't know what to do.

How long had he been doing this? How did you know where you lived? Did he follow you home before? How did he get into your home? Was it through the window? Did he find your spare keys?

So many thoughts ran through your mind, too many for you to comprehend. You felt like crying, but no tears came out. Not wanting to see any more of it, you swiped the envelope from your co-worker's hand, swiftly gathering the photos and putting them back inside with your fingers trembling.

By the time you were finished putting it all away, the sound of the door to the staff room slamming open made you jump in surprise, clutching onto the envelope, followed by the voice of your manager cussing the both of you loudly.

"What are you two doing here?!! Why is no one manning the counter?" Your manager yelled out, oblivious to the tense mood of the room, "There's a customer waiting!!"

You looked behind him to see the said customer, and you feel your blood drain from your face, turning pale at the sight of a familiar tall figure wearing his eccentric hat that fused into his hair.

"He said he dropped an envelope with important documents when he left, have you se-" your manager cut themself off as their eyes look over at you, landing at the brown envelope you held in your still trembling hands, "Oh, you did. Go give it to him."

"But w-" your co-worker tried to speak for you,

"Give it to him."

But of course, your manager didn't care. It was just your luck, one of your customers is a hardcore stalker and your manager didn't care enough to spare five seconds to listen to you. Eventually, your manager pushed you out of the staff room and back to the counter, in front of....him.... and you were forced to give the envelope back, all while your manager glared at you through his smile.

"It's important, but don't threaten them over it," he spoke, and you would have appreciated him standing up for you had you not seen what was inside that godforsaken envelope.

He gently gets the envelope from your hand, his gaze focused on you as they usually are and you turned your eyes to look somewhere else. As much as you want to act like you haven't seen anything to not tip him off, you just can't bring yourself to look at him without feeling sick to your stomach.

"You didn't see what's inside.." He asks, and suddenly, his deep voice which usually sounds calm and soothing became menacing, "Did you?"

"Of course not!" Your manager was quick to answer for you, "We value our customers' privacy!-"

"Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." His gaze didn't leave you as he speaks, still piercing through you, he spoke your name and you suddenly tensed up. "You didn't see anything, right?"

"No, sir." you lied.

He knows you're lying.

"We value our customers' privacy..."

He knows.

"Okay, I believe you."

He doesn't.

"Is that all, sir?"

For the first time since you've met him, he gives you a smile. To another, it may seem charming, a genuine smile, even. But to you, it was just bone-chilling.

"That is all," He says, stuffing said envelope in his white coat, "See you later,"

The moment the bell on the cafe's door rang, signifying his exit from the establishment, your knees suddenly gave out and you ended up on the floor with your tears finally streaming freely down your cheeks.

"Calls the cops," you heaved, "Call the cops, please"

Jotaro couldn't help but chuckle as he leaves. He hadn't meant to leave the envelope, he swears, after all, this contained his precious treasure—your images that he worked diligently for every day to capture. But he isn't fond of the look you were giving him earlier, pupils dilated in fear, you wouldn't even look at him nor say his name.

He catches a glimpse of the tears in your eyes before you collapse behind the counter and he can only sigh to himself as he continues walking.

Don't worry. He'll be sure to wipe the tears from your face when he visits your room tonight.

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #77

Jotaro : I'm going to fight the next person who insults Y/n

Y/n : I hate myself

Jotaro : Alright, square up

[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings. 

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side. 

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love. 

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?! 

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart. 

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster. 

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you. 

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl! 

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love! 

- How annoying you are. 

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they? 

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave.