#i hope jotaro dies

[overcastrainbow]

If Holly dies I'm ACTUALLY gonna be so upset she's my favorite character of part 3 so far she's so nice and sweet she doesn't deserve that shit treatment from Jotaro he's my #1 opp

[demilypyro]

Ok so there's this guy called Jonathan Joestar and he gets an adoptive brother named Dio Brando. Dio hates Jonathan with an intensity that really isn't justified but it likely has something to do with Jonathan being a rich kid and Dio growing up poor. Anyway Dio happens upon an ancient stone mask that turns people into vampires and he becomes a vampire. Dio tries to kill Jonathan after murdering their dad and burning down their mansion. Dio decides he's way too good for all this and that he's gonna use his new vampire powers to take over the world, so Jonathan learns sun magic from a random guy with a top hat so he can defeat Dio and save the world. Jonathan eventually wins but Dio's decapitated head survives and kills Jonathan on a boat.

Before Jonathan died though he did have kids and his grandson is the second protagonist: Joseph Joestar. Joseph fights a group of Super vampires known as the Pillar Men. That all doesn't really affect the overarching plot in any major way though.

What's important is that Joseph's grandson is the third protagonist: Jotaro Kujo. Jotaro's life is flip turned upside down when Dio returns, his decapitated head having taken over Jonathan's body and hibernated under the ocean for a few hundred years. Dio has learned about these magic ghost powers named Stands and in doing so has awakened the dormant potential to use Stands in most of Jonathan's descendants, including Jotaro, but it inadvertently threatens the life of his mom, so Jotaro has 50 days to travel from Japan to Egypt (where Dio is hanging out) so he can give that vampiric asshole a smacking, saving his mom and the world.

The rest of the JoJo parts are largely about other descendants of the Joestar clan fighting villains who were in some way caused by Dio's nonsense, including Josuke who has to solve a murder mystery in a small Japanese town, Giorno who wants to become the head of the Italian mafia, and Jolyne who wants to escape from prison and protect her family from one of Dio's servants. There's also three later parts set in an alternate universe that are mostly disconnected from the original Dio stuff.

JoJo arcs all largely contain a lot of "Stand battles", where all the characters involved have an extremely specific superpower and they have to use strategy and cunning to utilize their powers in creative ways to defeat their opponent.

I hope that answered your question

[lady-of-endless]

hello everything is fine? I saw that requests are open and I would like to know if you can write headcanons for (Risotto nero, Bruno bucciarati and leone abbacchio) with a fem! reader who is a caporegime of passion and has a stand capable of healing fatal injuries and capable of stopping time like jotaro and dio? Thank you so much.

Risotto Nero, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbachio x caporegime!fem!reader headcanons

Author's Note: Died while writing Risotto's part. I enjoyed this idea so much, thank you for this request and your patience. Hope you'll enjoy it! (GIFs are not mine, I'm thanking the owners)

Risotto Nero

- He respects you for your being a caporegime but that doesn't mean that he trusts you automatically. He needs to know more about you, and he will find out more. He thinks that there might be a reason why he met you and he starts overthinking about it.

- If you decide to visit La Squadra more often, that's how you slowly earn his trust. More precisely, by how you interact with each member, and how you get along with them. He always observes from afar, with his usual familiar face. He likes that you don't seem to care about your rank and don't demand any special treatment from anyone. He also likes how you treat everyone with the same amount of respect.

- When you discuss mafia matters with him, you notice how uptight and tired he looks and it concerns you. Risotto is stunned when you change the subject to tell him that he should take care of his well-being just as much as he takes care of his men. He is moved by the softness of your gaze and tone as it's something that he thinks shouldn't exist in a mafia gang such as Passione. You turn his world upside down with this simple gesture.

- In time, exactly during those visits of yours, he starts to notice his somatic reactions to your presence. When seeing and hearing you, he's more aware of his heartbeat, the way he starts to feel hot under his outfit, and the way his body just seems to lean in (he corrects his posture right away though). Nothing gives him away.

- When learning about your Stand's healing ability, Risotto automatically thinks about how useful it would be for his team's safety. He will ask your permission to have you on speed dial if something bad happens. You surprise him again by accepting right away with no hesitation and you can tell it from how his gaze softens. His eyes are more expressive than he thinks.

- Prosciutto is the first to notice a change in Risotto as days go by and understands what is going on. He knows exactly what he's implying when he suggests to Risotto that you two should discuss those mafia matters and plans alone. Risotto sighs knowing that it's starting to get obvious but it's grateful for Prosciutto pointing it out.

Bruno Buciaratti

- It might look like you have his respect right away but in reality, it takes some time to earn the genuine form, not the forced one. However, he will always treat you right, he's always a gentleman towards a woman like you nonetheless. He will always shake your hand or even kiss it briefly when you meet. This is also a way of trying to get some reactions out of you so he can read you.

- Because he knows how your presence is more than beneficial, Bucciarati will have his ways to tempt you to spend more time with his team but that's when the chaos unleashes. He tries to instruct all to behave when you're around and surprisingly, they do. No funny businesses. It only lasts for a few minutes because Narancia and Mista decide to do something fun. Everyone can guess how it went. Bucciarati is boiling on the inside for this happening while you're there but then he hears you chuckling. Turning around with a surprised expression on his face, he sees you smiling at their antics. Seeing how you don't mind it and understand it even, he smiles too.

- In time, as he notices more of those genuine reactions from you, he looks at you in a different light. He enjoys how you're not as serious as you seemed in the beginning. His heart skips a beat when your smiles are directed at him. Plus, the others are so happy to see you all the time, it makes him happy as well.

- Finds your Stand extremely powerful but starts thinking of ways to protect your back while you're using the healing ability on others. He's very invested in ways to keep you safe during missions. You two will even decide on secret signals to know what you have to do for each other. Bucciarati is relieved to have someone as capable as you in his proximity.

- It's not a surprise for the rest of the team to see him developing feelings for you, they all thought it was about time. No one even jokes about it because they have been waiting for so long. Abbachio will always be the one to tell the others to follow him somewhere else for whatever reason just to give the two of you much-needed privacy.

Leone Abbachio

- At first, he thinks that being a caporegime in Passione might be a little too much for a woman. He's NOT a misogynist, no, but he sees it that way because in his time working as a policeman he heard many horrors women went through for being involved with the mafia.

- And so, because of this, Abbachio has questions about you, about the other caporegime, about your role. He wants to be informed, not just because he doesn't fully trust you but because he can't help but feel slightly concerned deep down. He just hopes that you can handle everything. When you prove to him how capable you are, without you even knowing, he starts to trust you more and respect you.

- However, Abbachio will never give you special treatment because you're a caporegime, he doesn't care about this title (even if later on, he starts to find it hot but he won't admit it, not even if he were on his deathbed). He cares about your true nature and how you deserve that rank.

- To Abbachio, actions definitely speak louder than words. After one mission in which he got severely injured, you happen to be there to heal him, despite his stubborn protests. Instead of getting frustrated with him, you kept your calm and helped him with great care. With this, he discovers another ability that you have, the ability to put him at ease and make him feel better inside. You've given him too much to feel. Your carefulness towards him makes him start acting slightly different to you, less disdainful and less distant. He can't deny the warmth he feels when you ask about him.

- To him, your Stand is as impressive as you, he expected it. He has questions about it and most of them are about the time-stopping ability. He thinks of ways you two can combine your abilities. When it comes to your healing ability, he just sighs and rolls his eyes thinking about the similar effect Giorno's Stand ability has. In reality, he is relieved that there's another healer that can help if anything goes wrong.

- Abbachio doesn't need anyone's help to get alone with you, he has his ways to get privacy. The others can only grin as they notice his tricks, too afraid to tease him about it. His favorite way is by lighting up curiosity. He'll make eye contact with you for a while and then whisper close to you that if you two eventually will be left alone, you should remind him that he has something important to talk to you about and then walk it off. You'll get so curious about it that you're the one who will get the two of you alone somehow. When you ask him about it, he'll just say that he can't remember at the moment but if you're already there with him you can talk about something else.

[silent-sanctum]

Moral of the Story - 6!Taro x Reader

hello again everyone and likely to dear anon who requested the last fic! Like I said yesterday, this is the "sad ending" version of the one I wrote because of sudden, bittersweet angst cravings~

Also, this is a continuation of another fic I wrote which I'll be linking here. I recommend reading that one first if you want additional context and more pain, but it's just bonus content. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

word count: 4k

Something wasn’t right when Jotaro opened his eyes.

As far as he knew, he should be out there getting his daughter out of jail. But then, the enemies grew smarter than he would’ve expected and they found out how to beat him at this Stand game through unfair exploitation.

Like DIO did years ago, his minions found a way to follow in his footsteps.

Then he’d find himself getting shot with multiple bullets and end up devoid of anything as his Stand and memory discs end up getting stolen by another Stand user working alongside the other. This is it. Jotaro was about to die but then Jolyne would be out, escaping into a Speedwagon-sent submarine, so why would he matter by this point?

And he was ready to accept death right then and there.

Only that wasn’t the case.

Instead, he woke up to a relatively warm environment, with walls that appeared to be fashioned of clay and wood instead of concrete and steel. What a strange place for souls to end up in. He wasn’t overly superstitious but there were at least some expectations to be made when arriving in the afterlife- white walls? White floors? Make everything white and shiny perhaps?

Jotaro peeled the sheets off him and went to stand, and that’s when he noticed his outfit. “What the,” he should be wearing his snakeskin pants and purple coat, but it wasn’t. It was his black school slacks and shoes, paired with the customized gakuran that came with it.

“What the hell?” He stood and stalked over to the nearby mirror and that’s when he froze on the spot, not wanting to believe that this was happening to him. The figure staring at him from the glass wasn’t the 40-year-old marine biologist with a doctorate, but the 17-year-old punk delinquent from high school.

His hair was back to its lengthier curls, the gray streaks of older age gone and replaced with youthful jet-black, and his eyes less baggy and shadowed from chronic stress. Even his hat was the ripped black visor instead of his newer purple one.

The muffled laughter and chatter of a gruffly old man and two other men could be heard out his door. It can’t be them. Joseph was too old and senile to hold a straight conversation, Polnareff went off the Foundation’s radar years ago, never to be heard again, and Avdol died with Kakyoin and Iggy.

That’s what happened but why are they out there? As if nothing happened? As if they were still on this death journey to Egypt?

What is this? Jotaro gritted his teeth. What sick joke are they playing with me?

“Oh, Jotaro-ssi! You’re up! Rest well from your beauty nap?”

His heart stopped, the air leaving his lungs in one sweep. That voice… No, no, no it couldn’t be. It can’t- Jotaro slowly turned his head to the sound and upon seeing the source of it, he could’ve just buckled right then and there. Not like this.

There you were, peeking through the door with one raised brow and familiar coy smile. He remained still, not wanting to believe in the psychosis some fucker decided to place on him. But the door opened and you walked into the room, alive and well, dressed in your customized school uniform complementary to his.

You paused before him and looked up at him, tilting your head. “Is something on my face? Why are you looking at me like I’m a ghost?” You said that as a joke, but his eyes swelled with tears. You raised your hands and waved them in his direction, trying to be spooky. You smiled cheekily. “Am I scaring you now?”

Unable to hold it in anymore, Jotaro pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily as tears spilled out his eyes and onto your uniform. “Jotaro-ssi?”

You were here.

Moving. Talking. Breathing. Alive.

And the most fucked up part of this was that Jotaro knew this was just a ploy an enemy user did to play with his psyche, but did any of that matter when he got to hold you in his arms again, feeling sorry for everything that had happened.

Sorry for being unable to move. For letting DIO carve that slash deep into you and letting you get buried underneath the rubble. For being unable to get you proper medical care when he found you after the battle.

For him to cradle you in his embrace, crying in agony as you died in his arms that night.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, patting his back reassuringly.

“J-Just… be quiet for a moment…”

You leaned your head against his and felt your fingers card through his hair, the movement soothing his already tired soul. “… Alright.”

Jotaro wasn’t an emotional guy but with all the stress built in him over the years, he’d at least deserve to let out some of those pent-up feelings before it consumed him from the inside.

Eventually, he calmed down and eased himself back into his default stoic state with you sitting beside him, your thumb caressing the back of his hand in small circles. What part of the journey was this… memory set in?

Acting like he didn’t spill tears moments ago, he said through a sniffle or 2, “Damn, my head’s hurting like shit again. Care to remind me what happened yesterday? And what were we supposed to do today?” Jotaro, having phased out of his rebellious era, hoped he could mimic his teenage behavior without thinking he was a middle-aged man trying to be hip.

And even if you did show some suspicion, you smiled and put on that pouty expression you’d use to fake whine at him. That paired with crossed arms made it more painfully endearing. “Of course, your head would hurt. You cried. And to answer your question,” you leaned over to him until your face was inches away from his. “Today’s the day after you kissed me. Don’t try to act cool now and pretend it never happened.”

Jotaro pressed his lips together and balled his hands into fists, willing his eyes to suck in a new batch of tears, more so when you scrunched your face with your rose cheeks, upturned crescent eyes, and giddy chuckle. “O-Oh.”

“As for today, Mr. Joestar said someone’s got a lead on where that dome building is located, and at first, all of us were supposed to interrogate said person but Avdol and Pol said they got us covered. So, in the meantime, we have the day to ourselves.”

He turned to the clock above the door frame. 8:00 AM. A day to ourselves? Jotaro didn’t know when he’d return to his old body. He didn’t even know how the passage of time worked when one’s mind was somewhere else. But if he were to follow his hunch, today could be the only day he’d stay in Cairo.

Then the next, he’d find himself back to god knows where in Florida. Probably still rotting in Green Dolphin Street Prison from what had happened.

“Y/N,” Jotaro started, looking straight at you with determined eyes. “Let’s walk around Cairo.”

You stared at him with widened eyes, caught off guard by the sudden proposal. If he was still 17, he could’ve smirked knowing you were always the one to suggest what they would do for the day. But this was different now.

He wanted to cling to the remaining time he was given and hoped to whatever higher deity that time would slow down enough for him to spend every limited moment with you while he had the chance. “We’re going to fight like hell tomorrow so… we should do some stuff for ourselves before then.”

“You know, I was supposed to suggest that because I thought you’d prefer staying in and resting, but I like that you’re the one offering the ideas sometimes.” You stood and Jotaro followed after. “Well? Let’s head on out then! Who knows how many unexplored shops, sites, and dishes await us?”

---

At this moment, all that was in his head tunnel-visioned to following your footsteps alone, and although he couldn’t stop whatever bullshit could happen, he could only hope that nothing would jump out from the shadows to ambush them.

Regardless, Jotaro kept up with you as you visited nearly every store within the capital city, and just as he had remembered, there was that special gleam in your eyes as you strolled down the streets with eager awe. It would send sharp pangs through his chest every time you’d turn to him to announce where you went.

And he can’t help but wonder if, in some other universe, you’d still be this enthusiastic in your 40s. Of course, not to the same extent as you were now. You’d be milder, more toned-down, yet still wide-eyed and curious. Never tired of seeing the world around you. Never settling for the same old thing.

At the thought, Jotaro couldn’t help but close his eyes and smile at the image of an older you tugging him with your arm linked with his, only for that one moment of happiness to turn into a pick into his heart.

Stop daydreaming. Stop doing this to yourself.

There were many things he wished he’d done with you. Not that he didn’t want to do it, but in the context of their situation, he’d figured those stuff could be done later down in the line after saving his mother and killing the vampire. But even then, would his past delinquent self be confident enough to do such things?

If he recalled correctly, Jotaro never did anything the day after he first kissed you. All he knew was that he remained passive, only ever following you around just like he did now without doing much, stubborn enough to hold onto his tough guy act.

I could’ve done better then. But he only had today to make up for it and make everything count.

Jotaro got into an even stride that matched yours, and with you beside him, he brought out one hand from his pant pocket and let it hang by his side. Then there was the faintest brush of your hand against his that sent goosebumps up his arms.

He breathed deep as his heart fluttered and his fingers twitched, tempted to move to yours. Why hesitate again? Just do it. Another deep breath in and he let his hand dart to your side, brushing against your skin.

And in the next second, he found your fingers interlocked with his, your hand firmly in his. Holding it like this, he grew aware of how small and delicate your hand was compared to his. With a gentle squeeze from his part, he mused at how soft it was too.

Both he and you looked away, flustered yet giddy deep down as he felt a smile bloom on his face. To hold you like this…

Jotaro never let go as you both continued to visit whatever boutique or restaurant they could try out. He allowed you to pull him inside booths and stores, excited to test out unfamiliar items with him.

He became a willing participant in this tiny quest you set for yourself and in the process, let all of his default stoicism down to shower you with all the affection he had in him that he could no longer give the next day or any day after.

And he stayed true to his word throughout the day. He’d offer compliments and witty remarks about every article of clothing you tried on, share and offer portions of his meals to you, rest his chin above your head, and hold your hand down the streets of Cairo.

These weren’t enough. Deep down, Jotaro knew these gestures weren’t enough to compensate for the years you would never get to live with him.

But just as the day was about to end, he realized there was one thing he could do.

“Y/N,” he said that brought your attention to him. “I have something to do. You have to come with me.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Hm? What is it? Did Mr. Joestar say something to you while I was away?”

Jotaro said nothing as he dragged you with him to his destination. You were kept in the dark as he continued to lead the way through the streets until stopping at a random spot by the road, flagging for a passing taxi to pull over. He ushered you inside and followed after you.

“Where to?”

“Up north,” Jotaro said, confusing you further at the lack of a specific place. “I’ll say where to stop.” The driver, growing uncomfortable with his sharp glare and crossed arms, said nothing but an “okay sir” and drove.

“You’re being oddly secretive right now,” you said. “But seriously though, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“What do you mean?” Jotaro placed an index finger to his lips and remained silent for the rest of the ride. This would trigger some suspicion from you, but given that you still complied with his requests, you continued to trust him on where they were headed.

He informed the driver to stop at the incoming curb in what he assumed to be around 30-45 minutes. Both of you stepped out after he paid the driver for his service, and if his memory served him right, he should be picking up a faint yet distinct sound.

And he did.

“This way,” Jotaro said as he turned to walk towards the sound with you following a step behind. They walked past several smaller buildings, veering off the road and onto a paved path. As they reached the first set of stairs, Jotaro paused and allowed you to step forward.

“Where- Oh!” You didn’t finish your sentence as Jotaro bent down to lift you into his arms with one hand securing your back and the other underneath your knees. He stared down at you and huffed at your flustered face looking back at him. You began to fiddle with your fingers. “What are you up to exactly, Jotaro-ssi?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Do it or I’m not moving.”

“Okay, alright!” You said, whining as you placed both hands over your eyes. “Here. Is this good?”

“Mm.” Jotaro watched you for a minute more to make sure you weren’t peeking through your fingers, he held you firmly in his carry and walked down the staircase.

It didn’t take too long to get down, for his shoes to hit sand instead of solid concrete. You shifted in his grasp, noticing the change in environment. “Hm? This sound… Waves? Are we…?”

Jotaro took a couple of steps forward and stopped. Slowly, he eased you onto the sand, and with your hands still covering your eyes, he reached up to grasp them. With his guidance, you lowered your hands and opened your eyes to the warm sunset sky and shimmering sea. He moved over to the side enough to gauge your reaction from behind.

And just then, his heart fluttered and bloomed at the sight of your beautiful wide smile, pink-dusted cheeks, and sparkling eyes. “Woah, so pretty!” Jotaro smiled, refusing to tear his gaze away from you, wanting to soak all of your happiness into memory. “How’d you know this would be nearby?”

Jotaro had returned to Cairo years after the trip and only after thorough research on the place and on-site work for the Foundation, did he discover the place. Ever since then, despite the beautiful scenery, he’d walk across the sand devoid of awe and filled with regret and longing. But he couldn’t say that. “I’ve been wandering.”

“But, the promise said beaches in Tokyo,” you said, cheeky. He rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. Always teasing until the end, huh? “You’re lucky I’ll take this, but you have to take me to a beach date when we get home in return and many more after.”

His throat clogged in on itself and an overbearing amount of sadness gripped his core at the hopeful mention of a future you’d never get to be in. Although painful, Jotaro kept his cool facade on and said, “Already demanding more? Why am I not surprised?”

“Come on don’t lie to yourself,” you glanced at him with a curled lip and raised brow. “You’d still take me on that date no matter how much you say otherwise.”

And I’d take you to more if I could. “Who knows…”

You left it at that and returned your attention to the ocean. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, wrapped an arm around yourself, and said, “This feels so nice.”

Jotaro watched you as you said this and only now did he observe how small you were compared to him. A part of him always wanted to know what it felt like when he’d remember the number of couples standing like this on the seaside. He always thought it was too corny and boring back then but after years of thought and reflection, he wasn’t that opposed to the idea.

And while he had the chance…

Without you noticing, he moved one step forward and raised his arms to pull you into a soft embrace. Oh… this- this is what it feels like… Jotaro could feel the sting in his eyes coming again as he held you this tenderly and so with a heavy exhale, he closed his eyes as he allowed himself to just... feel.

He felt your hands come to overlap his. “Jotaro-ssi? You’re much more affectionate today,” you giggled. “Is it my birthday or something?”

He shook his head, refusing to think about birthdays never to be celebrated. Struggling to keep his composure, Jotaro muttered, “I’m just… I just-” I wish it could be like this.

“Speechless too? Aigoo this won’t do.” You stepped back just enough for you to turn around and wring your arms around his shoulders. In return, he placed his own around your waist. With a smile, you got on your tip-toes and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’m not expecting too much but I got to admit, I can get used to this. I’m just waiting for a snarky reply to top all this off.”

Jotaro, through his unshed tears and cracking heart, smiled and cupped your cheek. You kept your gaze on him as you leaned on his palm and nuzzled against it. “And ruin the moment? Not this time.”

“Well, how about you kiss me instead?”

He scoffed, albeit with a curl of his lip, and pulled you closer to him with one arm. He guided your face up to him and he leaned down until his nose grazed yours and his breath fanned your lips.

One hooded look from his to yours sent you the signal for you to reach up and close the distance between you.

---

It’s been a while since you had soaked in the beauty of the setting sun, and hours have passed until the night neared its end. For a brief moment, the two of you met with the Crusaders and in that short window of time, the group had engaged in a lively conversation mixed with talk about the mission.

As the clock struck 11:30, you and Jotaro returned to your shared room and agreed to settle for the evening.

And here you were, lying beside him under the sheets in the dark, awake like he was. Both faced each other with your arms tucked between your chests, while Jotaro’s arms wrapped around you- one underneath your side and the other draped across your waist.

“Tomorrow’s the day, huh?” You said as your fingers fiddled with his faded top. “After tomorrow, it’s over. We can go back and do what couples usually do. Go to school together, go on dates, celebrate each others’ birthdays, and much more.” In the dark, he could hear the bashful smile blooming on your face as you listed all your wishes to him.

Jotaro didn’t say anything, his heart growing heavier with each passing second, but he nodded regardless.

30 minutes until midnight… And then…

“Y/N,” he said quietly and you replied with a curt “hm?”. “Can I ask something?”

“You rarely do, so of course you can.”

He swallowed and continued, “What if… whatever we have now doesn’t work out in the long run, would you be upset if I somehow end up with someone else?”

You tilted your head. “Strange of you to ask on our first week of dating but I guess it’s better than late.”

“Would I be upset?” You shook your head. “Why would I? I don’t control how you get to live your life. If you find happiness in somebody else, then that’s good. If life says it’s not us, then it's alright.”

“You go be a successful man, marry someone worth your love, start a family, and live a long life,” you chuckled under your breath. “Would it be weird to say that I see you'd be the type to be a girl dad? I don’t know… I think seeing a little girl version of you running around would be cute.”

“But you asking that doesn’t mean you get a free pass to forget me that easy. Whatever I said just now is also my dream, alright? I want that for us,” You said. "And I know you’re rolling your eyes thinking about how I’m being a blabbermouth again and I'm being too romantic, but you know me by this point.”

You said all those with a lighthearted spirit, meant to tease and have fun, but all it did was cause a tear or two to roll down his face as he gazed at you. He didn’t know how long he had until he couldn’t hold it anymore. Jotaro could have had that with you- to marry you, spend much more time with you, be family with you… if only he did better.

He should’ve done better.

“Yah, don’t tell me you’re sleeping already.”

He ignored the wetness trailing down his face as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I listened… don’t worry.”

“Good,” you said as you burrowed close to him, nuzzling against his chest. “Or else I’m going to be extra annoying about it.”

He let out an empty chuckle as he hugged your waist tighter and nudged you closer until he could bury his face in the crown of your head. “I’m used to it.”

“Professor Kujo’s Stand disc has been retrieved. An agent is reportedly heading over as we speak. Prepare the patient now.”

His chest caved at the faint voices echoing in his head. Jotaro can hear them. His time here is coming to a close.

He’s about to wake up and you’d no longer be in his arms.

He held back a pathetic whimper as he took a deep breath in and let out a shaky exhale. “I’m sorry.”

You hummed. “Sorry for what?”

For what’s to come. For not fighting hard enough. “For everything.”

A hand caressed his cheek, moving slightly down to rest on his shoulder. “I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for, but whatever it is, I’m sure it’s nothing too bad. So I forgive you.”

He could feel his consciousness fade and wither as the distant voices and mechanical noises grew louder by the second. Whatever strength he had left was spent holding you as tight as he could before all of this would be over. He didn’t care if he began to sob or if you became aware of it.

He needed to feel you tonight before letting you go one last time.

“Jotaro-ssi?” He made a sound in response as he fell closer and closer to the void.

And the last thing he could linger on before then was you pressing yourself close and wrapping your arms around him with three closing words.

“I love you.”

---

“Is the patient ready?”

“Yes, doctor. Although, something peculiar happened.”

“Complications?”

“Not that. Just as the agent handed over the disc, the other nurses noticed that Professor Kujo seemed to cry while comatose indicative of the tears streaking down his cheeks.”

“Peculiar indeed. Reports said his memory disc got stolen too so he shouldn’t have any recollections about the past.”

“Perhaps it’s from supernatural causes? Or maybe it’s simply from the heart?”

“It doesn’t matter. Let us insert the disc now and spare the conversation later.”

[thornybubbles]

The Cat Came Back (Followup) The Morioh Gang reactions

Note: This is a follow up piece to “The Cat Came Back” in which the Reader finds themselves in the possession of the Stand, Killer Queen and asks Josuke for help. The following is just showing how the other characters would react. So headcanons I guess… You can find the original story this is based on here: 

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Josuke: You already saw his initial reaction when you told him about your unwanted Stand, but there was a lot that Josuke left unsaid, mostly because he didn’t want you to see just how disturbed he really was. He can’t even imagine what you must be going through. This whole situation is horrific and… well… bizarre. It was bad enough that you were targeted and held hostage by Kira during the final confrontation, but now you’re stuck with Kira’s Stand as your own. He still doesn’t understand how something like that could even happen. How does a living person end up with a dead man’s Stand? It’s even more confusing if you consider how Reimi said that Kira died. If both user and Stand were torn apart by ghostly arms, then how is the Stand still active? And why, WHY, WHY, is it acting as your Stand now? Josuke never wanted you to get involved in the crazy, dangerous world of Stand users, but you are now and he can’t help but blame himself. If he had never become friends with you, then maybe you wouldn’t have run into Kira that day and this wouldn’t be happening to you now. He really, really hopes that Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation can help you with this, because this is one thing he knows he can’t fix. Just like with the death of his grandfather, he feels helpless and frustrated. But to you, he’s a beacon of calm acceptance. He’ll never let you see how shook up he is because you don’t need that right now. 

Okuyasu: He takes it pretty badly. He finds the whole situation to be freaky and incredibly unfair. Expect a lot of angry crying from him in the beginning. 

“Whaaaaat??!!” he shouts. “What the hell is this?! How does something like that even happen?! Can’t that creepy hand-humping bastard go haunt someone else?!” 

He insists that Josuke could probably fix it if he used Crazy Diamond to bring you back to a state before you became a Stand user, but Josuke explains that his powers don’t work like that. Okuyasu is so desperate that he even suggests, to everyone’s horror, that he could use The Hand to erase Killer Queen. That idea is very quickly shot down by Josuke. 

“Think about it, Okuyasu,” Josuke says. “If you erase a person’s Stand it’s like erasing their soul! Do you want to do that to our friend?” 

Okuyasu realizes his idea was awful, but dammit he wants to help okay? He feels helpless and frustrated that he can’t think of anything useful in this situation. He just wants the Stand to go away and leave you alone. He even goes so far as to ask you to summon Killer Queen just so he can say that to the Stand’s face. 

“Listen here you pink cat bastard!” he practically spits at the Stand. “You better fuck off and leave our friend alone or I’m gonna make your life a living hell!!!” 

Killer Queen merely stares Okuyasu down until the delinquent actually starts feeling a little nervous. Then the Stand has the nerve to give him a wry little smile and duck down to nuzzle his head against yours. Freaked out, you dismiss him and Okuyasu rages. It’s going to take a LOOOOOOOONG time for Okuyasu to come to terms with your new status as a Stand user. 

Koichi: Koichi is horrified, not just at the situation, but he is very worried for you. Like everyone else, he’s baffled at how you could end up with someone else’s Stand. Not only that, but Koichi is the first to notice that there’s something different about Killer Queen now that it’s attached to you. The Stand seems more lively and sentient with you than it did with Kira, even going so far as to mock others and show you unwanted affection. It was far, far more reserved with Kira. What did that mean exactly? Did it have to do with your personality having an effect on its behavior? He wants to offer you all the support and comfort that he can as your friend but he can’t ignore the creeping feeling of dread that comes over him when he’s in your presence now. He tries not to let it show, because the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s afraid of you. You have enough to worry about without having to consider if your friends fear you now. 

Koichi starts doing research on Stands and Stand users, hoping to find something he can use to help you. Maybe there’s a way to separate a user from their Stand without hurting them? Of course, he has considered your feelings on the matter. Would you want to be separated from Killer Queen? Koichi will never say this out loud, but he has a terrible fear that a little bit of Kira’s personality has remained within Killer Queen and that there may be a possibility that Kira’s violent tendencies will start to manifest within you. He really hopes that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want Kira somehow hurting anyone else from beyond the grave, least of all one of his closest friends. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you started turning violent…

Jotaro: As per usual, Jotaro’s reaction is minimal when he first finds out, but his eyes are filled with a myriad of emotions: anger, shock, horror, and exhaustion. Especially the last one. Jotaro is so very tired. It’s bad enough that he’s still having to deal with DIO’s evil influence on the world even after the blood-sucking asshole’s death, but now Kira’s Stand has fused itself with your soul and is acting as your Stand. What is it with villains and the need to cling to the living world even after their very deserved deaths? Jotaro is oddly reminded of that stupid old kid’s song he heard when he was very young: 

But the cat came back the very next day

The cat came back, they thought he was a goner

But the cat came back, it just couldn't stay away

That did seem to be the case with Kira. Though, Killer Queen wasn’t Kira’s Stand anymore so it technically wasn’t Kira anymore either. He couldn’t ignore that fact. Killer Queen was your Stand now. Like Koichi, he could sense a difference in the Stand now that it was yours. It seemed more sentient than it was with Kira and he wasn’t blind to the mocking smile the thing would give him and the others. That was worrying. That and how affectionate it seemed towards you. It very clearly recognized and accepted you as its new user. This sudden level of sentience it displayed was disturbing.

The whole thing annoyed him. Just like Koichi, he feared that some of Kira’s influence still lingered within Killer Queen and could have an effect on you. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem to have the best control over the Stand, due to the fact that it sometimes materialized when you didn’t want it to and how it hesitated when you tried to dismiss it. That settles it. He was going to train you on how to control Killer Queen before the thing decided to control you. From now on, you can expect to be dragged along whenever Jotaro is showing Josuke how to better control Crazy Diamond. He would work with the Speedwagon Foundation in order to better understand your condition and help you in any way he could. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let Kira’s influence corrupt you. 

Rohan: Surprisingly, Rohan is the one to take the news the hardest, but he’s also the one to find something close to a solution to your problem. 

Next to Koichi, you’re one of the few people he puts any value in. When you reveal Killer Queen to him his first response is to recoil in fear (let’s not forget the multiple deaths he had to endure because of the Stand’s user). After that he gets angry. 

“If this is supposed to be a prank, it’s not funny! Did Josuke put you up to this? I never realized that low-life had such a demented sense of humor…” he says.

When you explain to him that it isn’t a prank and he realizes that Killer Queen has indeed become your Stand, he starts acting as if you just informed him that you had a terminal illness and only had a year to live. You watch as the poor man goes through all seven stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Denial: “This has to be a joke. I won’t believe that it’s true! Something like this is impossible! How can you have a dead man’s Stand!?” 

Anger: “How could you let something like this happen?! I know it’s not your fault, that’s not the point! Surely you could have done something to stop it?! And where was Josuke or that nitwit, Okuyasu?! Why didn’t they do something?! I’m not shouting, you’re shouting!!” 

Bargaining: “I’ll give you an autograph if you say that you’ve been messing with me this whole time! I won’t even get angry, I promise! What about one of my unpublished manuscripts? One of my figurines? You… you’re really not joking about this are you?” 

Depression: He goes over to his desk and just sits there staring out the window. You don’t get a response out of him but you notice the tears rolling down his face and you’re shocked. The “Great” Rohan Kishibe is actually shedding tears? And on your behalf? After a moment he wipes his face and starts talking to you as if nothing happened. 

Acceptance: “This isn’t ideal, but it isn’t the end of the world. You say that Jotaro’s been teaching you how to better control Killer Queen? That’s good. Now you won’t have to worry about it hurting anyone you don’t want it to.” 

At some point during the conversation, Rohan jumps up from his seat and grabs the sides of his head with disbelief. 

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of this.” he mutters. 

“Think of what?” you ask, hoping he has thought of some kind of solution to your problem. 

“We’ll use Heaven’s Door to prevent you from losing control over Killer Queen!” 

You stared at him, mouth open in surprise. How had no one considered that before now? 

“Give me your hand.” Rohan says and you oblige. 

Heaven’s Door manifests next to him and the little Stand touches the back of your hand. You stare at him amazed, having never seen him up until that moment. You are startled as the back of your hand flips open like a tiny book. You see writing on the inside of it, but don’t have time to read any of it before Rohan grabs a pen and jots something down in the margins of the page. It says, 

“I have complete and total control over my Stand, Killer Queen. It will never harm anyone that is not a threat to me or my loved ones.” 

Then Heaven’s Door flips the book closed and your hand returns to normal. 

“Now, that settles that!” Rohan says with a self satisfied grin. “Really I’m surprised you hadn’t come to me sooner…” 

While Rohan is congratulating himself, you take the time to lean up and give him a kiss of gratitude on his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Rohan!” you say, overflowing with relief and thankfulness. 

Rohan freezes mid-sentence, a stunned expression on his face. For a full minute he just stands there staring with his mouth open in shock and a hint of pink dusting his normally pale cheeks. At first you thought that you might have crossed a line and he’d start shouting at you, but he doesn’t. Then you start worrying if you’ve broken him. 

“Rohan?” You ask. 

This seems to snap the manga creator out of his stunned state. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel, marches over to his desk, plops down in the chair and starts scribbling away in a notebook. 

“....rapid heart beat….feelings of almost unbearable euphoria…” 

He stops to reach up and touch his face then immediately goes back to writing.

“...cheeks feel like they’re on fire….” 

You blink at him, not knowing what to say or do. You guess he’s gone into work mode. There’s not much you can do to break him out of that once his creative juices start flowing. You decide to leave and go tell the others the good news. 

“Okay, well. I guess I’ll go let Josuke and the others know. I’m sure they’ll be relieved.” you say. 

“Later, Rohan.” 

You start to leave when Rohan suddenly turns to you with a serious expression. 

“Before you go, I want it to be known here and now that if you tell anyone, especially Josuke, that I cried, I will never speak to you again.” 

Your lips twitch as you hold back a laugh. 

“You’re secret’s safe with me, Rohan-sensei.” you say.

[despicablebisexual]

(I Just) Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew

part 1, part 2, part 3

Jotaro Kujo x Ex-wife!Reader

The fallout of the previous night occurs.

warnings: cheating, heavy angst

Jotaro had spent all his life cursing his ancestry for dealing him the worst cards possible. First, he’s seventeen and has to fight an ancient vampire that his great-great-grandfather didn’t defeat, then he has to mentor his teenage uncle about being a responsible stand user, and even then he’s required to keep coming back and fighting for more and more.

It wasn’t fair then and it isn’t fair now.

But all thoughts of bad luck are stripped away when he wakes up in your bed with you curled up on his chest. For a second, he believes that he woke up twenty-six again and the last six years without you were all a bad dream. Any second now, Jolyne should come running in as fast as a five year old can, and demand breakfast. Of course, when he looks around the room he’s in and realizes none of his personal affects are there, his heart breaks a little and he adjusts back to the harsh reality.

Despite the headache demanding he lay back down, he decided to do something nice for you and make you a cup of coffee. He tugs his arm from under you and rolls his eyes with a smirk as you whine at the loss of his body heat in your sleep. When he stands from the bed and realizes he’s still naked from last night’s… activities, he pulls on his tight boxers before heading out towards the kitchen. It’s dark and gloomy outside, heavy clouds getting ready to release a serious rainstorm by the looks of it. In the distance, thunder rumbles. Another classic, pop-up tropical storm, typical Florida weather.

Jotaro stands in your kitchen and squints his eyes at the coffee maker. He’s trying to make sense of it as he puts a mug underneath. He presses a button that looks like it should start brewing, but frowns when the machine turns off. He hits the button again and it starts up, the little screen lighting up. He presses another button, but this time only hot water dispenses. Shutting it off quickly, he grits his teeth. In frustration, Jotaro bangs the side of the machine. The hot water starts again and he hits the off switch again.

“Piece of shit…”

He toys with the idea of buying you a new coffee maker when the doorbell rings. Jotaro casts a glance over to the doorway. From the kitchen, one can see the front door that’s right next to the archway. Jotaro turns back to the light on the stove that reads 8:21 AM. Who the fuck was ringing the doorbell this early on a Sunday? He intends to ignore it, shrugging it off as just some door to doors salesman, but it rings again and is now accompanies by an incessant knock. Not wanting some inconsiderate asshole to wake you from your much needed rest, Jotaro strides over to the door and opens it up without even bothering to check the peephole.

“What do you want?”

A tall guy wearing a navy blue fireman’s shirt and work pants stood at the door. Both of the men furrow their brow as they take in the other. 

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You woke with a groan, a sore feeling making itself known in between your legs and in your head. You rolled out of bed and entered the en suite bathroom to quickly get some headache medicine to help your throbbing head. The small pills went down easily with the help of water from the sink, and you sat down on the bed for a second.

Jotaro isn’t in the bed, but you don’t worry for once, as you can hear him messing with the coffee machine in the kitchen. The events from last night replay in your head a million times over and you can’t stop the smile that forms when you think about it. It wasn’t a promise or another set of wedding vows, but being reunited with him last night gives you newfound hope that perhaps things can be different this time. Your inner romantic takes full control of your thoughts as you flop onto your back.

Your momentary giddiness is cut off when you hear a knock at the front door. You mentally freak when you think of it being the Williams’s returning Jolyne already. You throw on a loose night shirt that was haphazardly laying by your laundry bin and pull your underwear back on. It was a little gross, but you could shower and change into actual clean clothes later.

Your feet are loud on the floors as you speedwalk to the door, but it’s too late. Jotaro has already intercepted the door and is staring at the last person you want to be standing on the other side of it. Both men turn to you with wild eyes.

“Y/n?”

“Anthony,” you test, his name suddenly like poison on your tongue.

Anthony stands at the door in utter disbelief. Shame washes over you immediately as your boyfriend of two years looks at the semi-nude forms of you and your ex-husband. It’s very, very easy to understand what transpired last night. Both of your necks are littered in hickies, the stench of sex hangs over you two like a cloud, for christ’s sake Jotaro answered the door in only his underwear, and with the way he manhandled you last night, there was surely hand shaped bruises all along your lower half: all extremely incriminating evidence that you two had spent the evening enjoying each other’s presence. And between all of that, you hadn’t even thought about Anthony once last night.

“Why are you here?” you croaked out.

Anthony is wordless as he holds up a to-go container from your favorite breakfast restaurant.

“The boys and I got breakfast after our shift.” His eyes tear up. “I wanted to make it up for missing your big night last night.”

He looks between you and Jotaro for an uncomfortably long time. You have no words or excuses and feel like a coward when you can’t even meet his eyes. You can hear the noise of two years of your life flushing down the drain.

“Guess you didn’t need me there, huh.”

“Anthony, wait–” 

Anthony shoves the breakfast into your outstretched hands, stopping you from getting to him as he turns and walks back down the driveway. You try to chase him out the door, but stop as you realize the futility. He gets in his car quickly and drives off without even a bat of his eye. You’re standing in the sprinkling rain now holding the food with tears in your own eyes as you watch him drive away. Your knuckles turn white with the way you grip the bag, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot. Two years gone like that, all because you were selfish and thought you could have one night alone with Jotaro.

Jotaro.

You had forgotten all about the other tall man as you chased Anthony out the door. Turning back to look, he’s no longer standing there. You run inside, shut the door, throw the food down on the counter before heading back into your bedroom.

In the bedroom, Jotaro hurriedly pulls on all of his clothes. He’s already putting his jacket back on when you burst in.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got work to do.”

“You’re not staying?”

He pauses as he glances at you from the side of his eye. You’re freaking out and he can tell.

“No. I’m heading out of the country again to go check on someone in Italy. Stand business.”

“What about Jolyne? Don’t you want to see her again?” 

“I think I’ve fucked up enough things around here for you already.”

“So that’s it?! You come and fuck me and then you leave again?”

You’re full on spiraling at this point. Both of the only men you ever loved are walking out the door within minutes of each other and you can’t help but take in the familiar feeling of being left alone again.

Jotaro stares into your eyes with that cold, calculated expression he wears when his walls go up. You try to move to be closer to him, but he closes his eyes and shakes his head. His hands direct you a step back to create space between the two of you.

“I shouldn’t have approached you last night. It was a mistake.”

A few tears slip down your face and Jotaro fights the urge to wipe them.

“It was a mistake?”

He sighs and looks away. “Why didn’t you say you were seeing someone? He seemed like a nice guy. You need someone to take care of you.”

You look down at the ground, feeling even more ashamed when even Jotaro admits Anthony was good for you.

“I–”

You fail to come up with a proper answer and Jotaro moves past you to leave the house. You cry silently to yourself for a second before chasing after him. His hand is on the knob of the front door when you stop him.

“Because I want to be with you, Jojo.” Your tears shamelessly run down your face. You’ve got to look like a child the way you cry about wanting something.

His hand rises to cover his stupid face with that stupid hat he always wore. Unbeknownst to you, he’s averting his eyes because every single alarm bell is ringing in Jotaro’s mind yelling at him to stay where he is. Stay with you. You’re good for him. You belong together. 

But the voice reminding him that he left for your and Jolyne’s safety, although quieter, is the one he listens to. 

“We’ve been here before, y/n. You know how this story goes.”

He opens the door and is met with no resistance from you. A cab is miraculously already waiting outside for him. He enters it and the driver speeds off quickly. He doesn’t look back once.

Yeah. You had been here before. Just another time you messed everything up. 

[nami-moittli]

I am so JoJo(ba)pilled rn so here I am, rambling about a jojo AU that’s been on my mind (also, to preface this: I’ve been watching the series out of order, I started with Golden Wind, went to Stone Ocean and all that’s left is eight episodes of Stardust Crusaders, so my jojo knowledge is a bit lacking but whatever)

Anyway, post part 6 AU where after Jolyne dies to Pucci, she wakes up in the past right before the events of part 3 takes place. Like, Jotaro has freshly put himself in jail and Holly’s taken in Jolyne.

Like, imagine from Jolyne’s perspective, 90% of her friends, including her dad who’s basically been her entire motivation for practically everything in the series, has just died, and she just has to hope to whatever kind of fate that exists that Emporio, this eleven year old kid that’s basically her younger brother at this point, will make it out alive. She lets go, and she expects herself to have died, but then…

She wakes up. Blinking awake she blurrily sees a woman with blonde hair, and her first thought is, “grandma…?”

Only to then fully wake up and realize oh shit she’s not dead???

And then, wait, Grandma??? She looks way too young??? wtf???

So yeah, then Jolyne becomes a Stardust Crusader, trying to keep the fact that she’s Jotaro’s daughter from the future and secret and also vaguely knowing plot points due to Jotaro’s memory disc

[bygiornogiovanna]

Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.

This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.

Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)

happy (almost) 500 followers!

apologize it took so long.

Won't get away

(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)

It all started 5 years ago.

Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.

It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.

"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.

7 seconds left.

Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.

Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.

Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.

5 seconds left.

And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.

For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.

Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.

His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

4 seconds left.

His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.

They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.

3 seconds left.

You can't do good without sacrifices.

He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.

With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.

"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.

At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.

However, it was too late.

Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.

"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"

Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.

You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.

You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.

Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.

Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.

It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.

She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.

"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.

"Stop."

"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelled–

"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"

Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.

"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.

"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."

"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.

The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.

When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?

You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?

However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.

You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.

No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.

And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.

The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.

That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.

"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.

"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.

"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.

You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.

"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.

"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."

And after that, everything went blank.

[jayden-killer]

He does not lie!

Hello, hello, hellooo!! I know, i know, i disappeared for, like, 2 months or so. UNIVERSITY HAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME MY FREE TIME, and that sucks. I also did not have any ideas, so you see, my inspiration went away with my time, too. I hope to bring more content from now on because i really want to. I hope you fellas enjo this Kakyoin one-short, basically based on a recent dream i made (THAT FELT SO REAL WTF)!

Warnings: none, pure fluffness!!

Paring: Kakyoin Noriaki × GN! Reader.

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Wind was blowing in the now cold desert. Chills travelled on my arms, making me uncontrollably shiver. The fire helped, but not totally. I led my gaze on the men around me: Joseph and Avdol were discussing something I didn't really recall, as for Jotaro and Polnareff... well, it was just Polnareff talking, while Jotaro took mental note of everything he was saying (or maybe he's pretending to listen to all Polnareff's rambling). You know, those one-to-one conversations. Iggy was comfortably sitting by a rock, peacefully sleeping, until someone was calling out to me.

–Hey, Y/N. Are you okay there, little one?–

It was Joseph's voice that snapped me out of my thoughts. I nodded, giving him a thumbs up to signal that i was actually doing fine.– I am, old man!– with that, he ruffled my hair.

–That's better!–

���Want a tangerine?–

It was Avdol now. I took from his hand the fruit and smiled politely. –Thanks, I was getting a bit hungry, again, even if we ate.. two hours ago?–

–It was forty minutes ago– Avdol corrected me.

–Jeez, I'm losing track of time!– I laughed at my own joke, and Joseph laughed along me while Avdol chuckled, shaking his head.

The conversation between us died, and i let myself focus on peeling the fruit, even if I could swear someone's gaze was on me. Lifting my head with curiosity, I see it was Kakyoin who has been watching me until our gazes met. His cheeks tingled with little pink, smile slightly curving up. He waved at me: it was just a simple gesture, yet i found it to be adorable. I waved back, smile on my face seeing his. He did a gesture with his hand, signalling me to come next to me, followed by a ``Do you mind sitting next to me?´´ mimicked.

I giggled. He was definitely inviting me to make him some company since Polnareff and Jotaro were too lost in their conversation. ``I would love to! I'm coming´´ I mimicked back. Joseph and Avdol didn't notice my absence once I started to walk to Kakyoin. He moved a little so I could sit next to him, now closer to the fire. I could hear the creaking noise made by the flames and his hot breath barely some inches from my face. He was so tall even seated!

We didn't move a single muscle, as for the words. It was just our eyes speaking. He kept his gentle smile on.

–Did you eat your tangerine?– he finally spoke. I was snapped away from my thoughts. This led me to break eye contact between us. I did not know how much we kept looking, but it felt like paradise!

Words died in my mouth. The fire lights made him look like an angel. I could be mistaking him for one!

–Well, Y/N?–

Please, say my name with that angelic voice of yours once again, and I may die peacefully once and for all!

–I was, until you called me to come here. Why thought?–My fingers kept peeling off the fruit's skin, waiting for his answer.

–I enjoy spending time with you–.

Again, my gaze met his. He turned his head, watching the fire's flames now dying little by little. –Although we have not spoken so much since we left Japan, I sincerely want our bond to be stronger. I find your company to be... comforting–.

I kept listening to his words.

–Somehow, you remind me of my mother–.

–Do I?–

–You do–He chuckled, –and I don't certainly lie!–

–Oh well, I said, throwing my hands up, –if you say so!–

Our laughers filled the space around us. I was really glad about Kakyoin's words. I know he wasn't lying at all. After all, he was a sincere man, frank, but sincere. That made him more... him!

–The fire is dying– He pointed out. –You should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day–.

–I know. Cairo's near– I finished for him.

–Good–.

Our conversation was followed with silence, and i couldn't help mìbut fidgeting with my hands. –I'll go to sleep, then–. I stood up from the sand and went over to reach my sleeping bag. I didn't notice it before, but it seemed Joseph and Polanreff were already snoring. Damn it, now it'll be harder to fall asleep...

–And Y/N?–

I turned around. He, too, stood up and let his hand touch mine. His eyes travelled from my eyes to my lips, then cheeks. I could tell he was uncertain. –I didn't wish you goodnight–.

It was soon followed by a sweet kiss, right on my left cheek. I knew i was turning red, and that only made his smirk grow wider, but oh god! He had no right to make me so flushtered! I wish I could have wished him a good night, too, but that man walked away from me before I could. Was this a way to hide his embarrassment? I do hope so. I might be shy or clumsy, but his shyness can't be hidden. He can't lie.

[iniheritt]

JoJos playing minecraft headcanons (I hope you enjoy it!!)

Jonathan- tried playing with a keyboard but his fingers are too big so he uses a controller. Refuses to kill the iron golems in villages and loves trading with villagers, even though he wishes they had dialogue. Killed a pig because he was on the verge of starvation and then decided to stock up on bread and potatoes right after because he felt so bad. Cannot figure out redstone for the life of him; can only work a lever and button. He prefers sleeping through the night because he doesn't want to deal with the zombies but can somehow deal with the skeletons and creepers. Jonathan likes to play on easy mode to explore and find pottery sherds to make at least a few pots to decorate his house. Has yet to get into the nether or enter the end. Has not started a raid and does not plan on ever doing so. 

Joseph- plays with the keyboard and has almost broken it multiple times due to how hard he accidentally presses on the keys. Can only do simple redstone and even then, he somehow messes it up to the point it works out in the end (he doesn’t know how he did it but pretends he knew what he was doing like always) Likes trading with the villagers and has made a mini villager trading hall so he doesn’t have to run to catch any villagers or worry about them dying in a raid. Yes, he had died a few times because he was not prepared for them. Would like to try mods but he can’t figure out how to install them properly. Once he went into a server and figured out how to get a multiple diamond glitch but got banned once the other players found out how he had so many diamonds without ever being in a cave. He’s still mad about it. Once died in a wooden mansion and got so mad he didn’t place down a bed in it to save his progress, he quit and almost deleted the game.

Jotaro- didn’t care about the game and only knew the basics until he heard about the aquatic update. Looked up everything that would be included in the update and tried to play it on the keyboard so he could figure out how the game works. Prefers the controller over the keyboard. Knows how to do some redstone but barely makes anything using it. He had accidentally made a fishing pole while crafting; immediately went to find the nearest ocean or river to use it. Gets disappointed when the fish he pulls out are dead and looks up how to keep them alive. Uses the last few iron ingots he had to make a bucket and capture a fish. Makes a temporary pond until he makes a huge aquarium that connects to the ocean so the fish are all free to swim along with the other sea creatures. Has named at least one of each sea creature with the name tags. Once played for almost 6 hours straight due to being super focused on building something and didn’t realize it until he looked over at the clock. 

Josuke- uses the controller instead of the keyboard. Only plays on multiplayer or different servers but has a few testing worlds so he won’t mess up as much (like his father, he does mess up quite a lot, even after perfecting whatever he’s working on in his testing worlds, but it always works out in the end) he loathes the skeletons to the point where he was searching for a mod on reddit and other sites at 2am to get rid of the skeletons in the game. Knows alot about redstone and has many redstone builds in his testing worlds. Has killed almost every turtle he sees in the game by pure accident and feels guilty everytime, even with his fear of them. He is the player to go afk and have dinner while he leaves one of his farms to fill up his chests. He almost died to a skeleton doing this but managed to save himself; that was the night he went hunting for a mod to get rid of the skeletons. Has named his pet cat and dog after his best friends; has also named every spider after another person (I’m sure we all know who we’re talking about) He has a custom skin and surprisingly, people like his skin. Starts raids so he can get totems, but has not realized he can turn it into a farm to make it easier; no one has told him yet.

Giorno- likes using a controller but can play on the keyboard as well. Made a huge animal farm for every animal he could get. Loves using the bonemeal to gather more flowers and make it look nice around his house. Can do some complex redstone but likes keeping it simple. He owns a server and had banned a player for using a multi diamond glitch; he probably would have allowed them to keep using it in private as long as he got a few out of it, but he and a few others had caught him using it when they went to surprise him with a bunch of food when they heard they didn’t have much food. Died a few times because he forgets he’s not in creative mode. Makes a ton of cookies and shares them with everyone once a week because he always makes too much. Has no weapon preference. Can never find a village without someone’s help. 

Jolyne- started playing once she found out about the nether and the end. Prefers the end because it’s easy for her to kill the ender dragon. Loves getting gold for her golden apples since she has amazing luck when it comes to finding resources. Once made a nether portal before getting iron armor and hasn’t been able to do it since. Really good at using the bow. Loves playing multiplayer with her friends and being stupid late at night until early morning. Watches playthroughs of the game during dinner at home (she’s so me haha) and uses any tips from said playthrough into her own worlds. The one to go to if it involves the ocean monuments; she has a strategy that she uses almost every time she needs to enter one. Really good at complex redstone and uses it for her hidden base in a server she has with her friends. Loves making the cookies and cakes since she always liked how they look; sometimes has to go grab a snack to feel immersed within the game.

[yuzuna123]

i keep having the same dream over and over again. jin and xiaoyu are about to finally get married, but then miguel shows up out of nowhere. miguel wants to finally kill jin because he finally found hope, but then xiaoyu suddenly ends up jumping in front of jin. xiaoyu takes the bullet for jin, and miguel shot xiaoyu three times (in her stomach, chest, and shoulder). jin begs xiaoyu to stay with him, but xiaoyu sadly dies in his arms after losing too much blood. in my dream and in an idealistic world, miguel would realize he became the monster he hated - but i know namco is just going to make miguel act like a generic Saturday morning cartoon villain who joins side with heihachi and reina. jin loses the woman he loved on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. then we get a two year time skip revealing jin built an amusement park as a tribute to his late wife. it's also revealed jin married another woman (similar situation to Jotaro from Jojo and Vergil from DMC, we never know who this wife's name is - she's just a random unnamed character) and he became the father of twins. Jin still thinks about Xiaoyu sometimes, hell he even named one of his babies after the woman who died saving him that day (Xiao Kazama).

Like...what if Harada actually listens to people on twitter who want Miguel to kill Xiaoyu saying "Jin HASN'T SUFFERED ENOUGH IN LIFE, CHARACTERS LIKE KAZUYA MISHIMA AND SASUKE UCHIHA SUFFERED MORE THAN HIM, HE'S WHINY, HE HASN'T BEEN THROUGH TRUE PAIN AND TRAUMA, AND HE MUST BE PUNISHED FOR WAR CRIMES!". Although even if my dream becomes real and Harada makes it a reality, it's not like Xiaoyu will be gone for good. Who knows maybe she'll be revived like Heihachi in Tekken 9 and brought back as a DLC character.

wow anon that must've been a nightmare! 🥲 I am sorry you keep having them, they must be awful!. Ngl i used to have dreams like that too about another fandom that i was invested in a lot. But what i can say to you is that dreams are just dreams. While some may be symbolic, some may just be our mind playing tricks on us because of our current mental health.

As for Harada and Bandai, i don't think they really care much about the fans tbh. I mean yes some times yes they might take some ideas from fans that they like and think will do well in the game. But like any other company, they always think about what's best for the game and the story. Not what random fans online say. So you shouldn't really put much thought on it!. Think about good things!.

[overcastrainbow]

THE TIKTOK BAN IS JOTARO KUJOS FAULT

IM CRASHING OUT OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD IT'S NOT EVEN THE 19TH I HAVE AN HOUR LEFT

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Have you seen jjba eyes of heaven?

If you do, imagine the storyline happening when theres singularity! Reader

Me personally, i would be sweating bullets, maybe worser than that

I mean...meeting dio over heaven seems cool and all but thats fucking scary...plus- meeting your previous obsessors aswell (imagine having 3 jotaro's going after you 💀💀💀)

I will immediately kms, it seems like the easiest route to go tbh....

(thinking about it is already absolutely terrifying..)

I’m familiar with that game, I actually had EoH in the back of my mind with the singularity project. It’s just a crazy thing on its own, I don’t think reader would be able to handle that well, so there would be a nervous breakdown. Was running all for naught? It’s like there’s an invisible force chaining you to this insanity.

Three Jotaros? Huh? That’s horrifying, You didn’t even want to get started on Dio attaining heaven. Why can’t you just have your old life back? You don’t understand, you’re basically cornered,

It was like being a rat who thought it had a chance of being saved while drowning, a false hope comes temporarily saved until it’s released only to be drowning again, then it tires from struggling and dies.

What ends up happening with reader in this scenario, is attempting to nope out of the whole thing. Run, again, desperate to avoid every one of their former obsessors (probably not going to end up doing well with them around all nearly at once, with potential separate versions).

[thatrandomidiot182]

It was early on in the crusade when Joseph faced his grandson with a heavy gaze, his eyes offering Jotaro a glimpse into his grandfathers past of grief and valor. "Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory-"

Jotaro's hand was a grounding presence on Josukes shoulder after the eldest Higasitaka's passing. His words, a soft mimicry of the comfort that was once offered to him, "You have no control of who lives, who dies, who tells your story-"

Joseph wanted to keep his grandson out of the family business with Dio forever. Unfortunately, his wishes went ungranted, and after coming face to face with Jotaro and Star Platinum in that jail cell, he knew that it would end with them. Jotaro was a mirror of his younger self. Strong, determined, arrogant... Together, they were the last stand between Dio and the world, and he'd be damned if he made the same mistakes twice.

"I know that we can win! I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in..."

Jotaro glanced at Josuke from the corner of his eye, once again clapping the younger man's shoulder in a show of comraderie. His words were firm, and Josuke couldn't quite decrypt the underlying tone in his words.

"History has its eyes on you"

Was it a warning? A late cautionary clause of the burden that comes with the blood in his veins, or was it simply a passing comment? A smart remark, made to keep his ego in check after finally defeating Yoshikage Kira?

"History has its eyes on you."

Although Joseph's memory of his time spent in the hospital after defeating Dio was hardly there, he remembers the ride there with stunning accuracy. What he assumed to be his last words to Jotaro often echo in his mind as a companion to the pride that swells in his chest whenever he finds himself observing his, grandson during the years following their deadly crusade. His Jotaro, now grown and nurturing the next generation of Joestars, teaching them, guiding them, as he once did all those years ago. His only hope is that they won't have to face the perils himself and his grandfather did, and as he watches the usually hard Jotaro soften in the presence of his successors, he knows that deep down, it is a hope shared by them both...

History has its eyes on you...

You who carries the blood of a Joestar.

[silent-sanctum]

✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 7: LOVERS

— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —

Exams are over! Which means I have more time for myself and writing! ^^ So imma drop this first before doing some more miscellaneous fics ^^ But quick disclaimer: This part delves into non-con elements so please proceed with caution. If you're fine with that, then I hope you enjoy ♡

word count: 6.3k

tw: sexual harassment

An unconventional road trip led to yet another inconvenient Stand encounter because life has a way of introducing the most sudden circumstances in this already bizarre trip.

One second you hang with the guys in a small jeepney to a small town, the next your group gets attacked by a vengeful witch user and her fog Stand who bore the same tarot as yours. As soon as she’s incapacitated and the old lady is brought out to an actually-populated town, she dies as tendrils of DIO’s cells wriggle out of every orifice she had with blood leaking from where they surfaced.

And it was all because of this one pretentious asshole.

He didn’t look anything out-of-the-ordinary. Just a guy in his late 20s with the locals’ skin complexion, sweeping black hair, and muted outfit. Though what made him infuriating was the smugness he wore as he sat on a café table as if he hadn’t triggered that hag’s death.

It didn’t help either when his relaxed, cocky smirk reminded of the lingering stranger’s smile invading the peripherals of your sight. You just wanted to step forward and wipe that expression off that man’s face, your knuckles already cracking from where they were at your sides, your Stand ready to strike.

However, Jotaro beat you to it. With one solid punch, he flew back crashing into the glass window of the café.

But he wasn’t the only one that got affected by the hit.

“Mr. Joestar!” You exclaimed, witnessing the old man fly back the opposite direction. The delinquent snapped his head to his grandfather’s direction with surprise. Fabrics shot out of you to catch him mid-air before he could crash onto the ground.

A strained cough prompted all of you to turn back to the still-smug enemy user rising up from the broken window frame. “You’re an utter fool. Just as I was about to explain my skill, you hit me.” He scoffed. “That impatience almost killed your grandfather.”

The man who called himself “Steely Dan” stood, staring at the Crusaders as if he didn’t collide with the glass pane behind him. With a spit of blood, he continued. “You really think I just showed myself just to kill Enyaba?”

“You…,” you turned to Mr. Joestar beside you who’s still in shock though with some level of anger and confusion mixed with it. “You damn bastard. You told us that your Stand is ‘The Lovers’, right?” Dan cocked a brow. “Just tell us what it does!”

“Now what’s the point when the battle’s already begun, Mr. Joestar?”

You focused on him with furrowed brows. Already begun? What’s he saying? You looked at the other guys if they knew, but they were just as clueless as you. “Simpletons. All of you.” He cast his attention on the child sweeping the ground without a care in the world. “Hey half pint, want cash?”

The boy gaped at the tempting bill in Dan’s hand. “It’s all yours if you can hit me in the leg with that broom as hard as you can.” With a simple instruction said, the paper bill flew out of his fingers and onto the eager hands of the boy.

Why would he ask to get hurt? Minutes ago, he made no attempt to shield himself from Star Platinum’s punch. You couldn’t sense his Stand coming out to do something as response even after he crashed. It was as if… he was asking to be hit.

“W-What? But why would he?”’

Putting that together with the mirrored sight of the old man copying the impact of the enemy user-

It clicked and you widened your eyes at the result.

With a fast turn of your head to Steely Dan, the child was more than eager to oblige as he rose his broomstick back, ready to strike a heavy blow. “Hit me!”

Without further thinking, Silent Sanctuary’s cloth zipped out of you and snagged itself around the stick a second before the boy could swing. To his confusion, the kid tried to move the broom despite the invisible force holding him back. Though with the fabric in place, it wouldn’t budge.

Steely Dan scowled at the sight of the interrupting spirit.

“Kid! Over here!” You called out to him, reaching in your skirt pocket to pull out three paper bills for him to see. “I’ll pay you double if you leave the masochistic man alone and head home, alright?”

The boy beamed, letting go of his cleaning tool and happily skipping to your direction. Dan had the idea of grabbing the child’s wrist out of irritation, but with the strip of fabric snapping itself against his wrist, the man gritted his teeth in pain, retracted his hand back, and shared his own glare with yours. “Tch.”

However, by doing so, Mr. Joestar let out a pained grunt wherein, from your peripherals, he held his own wrist as a reflection of what your Stand did to the enemy.

As the child reached you, you spared him a sweet smile and lent him the promised cash and with a ruffle of his hair, you sent him off before he could get further involved in this mess.

Steely Dan forced a smile, albeit with that underlying annoyance present. “Looks like not all of you are as dumb as I thought,” he said. “Since you’re so smart, care to explain my Stand power for me, princess?”

“Any pain you receive will reflect onto Mr. Joestar,” you responded for everyone to hear, to which they reacted clearly with Mr. Joestar held his face with genuine panic, while Jotaro balled his hands into fists. “And don’t call me that, shitbag.”

Dan couldn’t care less as he smirked. “Not only that, the pain will be several times worse for the old geezer because how else would I control my Stand when it goes berserk with every hit in that head of his.”

“Head?” Kakyoin said. “No… your Stand couldn’t be that small for it to enter Mr. Joestar’s ear to reach his-“

The enemy user snapped his fingers. “Exactly. Plus. The Lovers has taken one of lord DIO’s flesh buds into his body, now growing as we speak. Just like it did to that hag, it’ll devour you from the inside out.”

“Say something unfortunate happens, maybe an accident or a simple fall down the stairs, how do you think that would affect you Mr. Joestar?” The old man let in a quivered breath, his head still in his hands. “I might get banged up some but your body would suffer far greater pain than mine.”

“You got 10 minutes old man, then your brain will be eaten through, leaving you a corpse like that hag Enyaba.”

Your lips tightened as you kept a firm stare at him, scanning for something that could be of use. A loophole. There must be some sort of loophole to fight this guy- Your train of thoughts came to an abrupt halt when out of the blue, Steel Dan’s body is on its tiptoes as the delinquent grabbed him by his collar with a fist ready for him.

“No wait!” You threw yourself in between Jotaro and Dan, reaching up to hold his wrist back from swinging. “Think about Mr. Joestar! Are you asking him to get punched too?!”

“Don’t do anything rash!” Kakyoin added, joining you in the attempt to pull him away with an arm splayed against the raven-haired’s chest.

“Sorry but,” he tightened his hold. “I’m gonna kill this damn tool so quick he won’t have enough time to feel the pain.”

“I know you want to. Trust me I do,” you said, firm and sure as you locked eyes with him, knowing his subtle affinity towards his family. You cocked your head, continuing. “But we can’t risk it.”

Jotaro gritted his teeth, unrelenting as he always was, but with a strained choke from the elderly alerting him from behind, he sucked in a sharp breath and eased his hold on the enemy Stand user. You let out a sigh of momentary relief and backed away to give him his space.

And the nerve for Dan to smirk as he fixed his shirt. “Kill me before I feel it huh? Sounds interesting.” He chuckled. “What are you waiting for? Do it then. I’m curious.”

“Where were you planning to strike? My face?” He poked his cheek, trailing it down until he dragged his thumb across his neck. “Or throat?”

Under favorable circumstances, you wanted to ruin his face, wipe that cockiness off of his confident stance with a couple of deep bruising and cuts all over his head. Your Stand writhed within you, itching to fulfill her user’s wishes. You didn’t have to look at your companion to know he had the same idea.

“What? You mad? Here, let me offer you some suggestions.” Steely Dan puffed his chest out. “Why don’t you try busting a hole through here? Or…” He walked over to the nearby rock. “Give up using your Stand and crack my head open with this?”

He lifted it off the ground and gave it one good toss in the air. “Looks big enough for the job-!”

He yelped as Jotaro fisted his collar again, lifting him closer towards him with a fixed icy glare. “You don’t wanna underestimate me, pretty boy. When I say I’m gonna do something…” He growled his next words to prove his brute honesty. “I do it.”

The severity of his statement, along with the shimmer of Star Platinum’s fist manifesting, were sufficient indicators telling you to summon Silent Sanctuary to come out as well to grasp the muscular fist in its resisting fabrics while her user pushed against the solid wall that was the pissed teenager.

“J-Jotaro, stop it! Remember the consequences!” You said midst your struggling. “Calm down!” 

Somewhere in-between, green tendrils overlapped the rose-gold cloths. “Get a grip! Are you trying to kill your grandfather?!” You turned to see the cherry-haired student grab hold of Jotaro’s bicep, pulling him back.

“Uhh… this is Jotaro we’re talking about. He might be?”

“Pol!” You snapped at the Frenchman, shutting him up immediately.

Though in a second, you returned your attention to the steaming teenager still intending to pummel Dan into oblivion. “Hey,” you tried speaking in a softer tone in hopes a soothing tone would ease him even by a bit. “If we can figure something out and get that shitty Stand out of Mr. Joestar, we’ll let you beat him all you want.”

“For now, let him go. For your old man’s sake.”  

The delinquent’s fist trembled in sync with his conflicted expression. He was always so impulsive, more so when it came to ending troubling issues as soon as possible, but he possessed a caring heart deep down for those close to him, even if it was his near-obnoxious grandfather.

With a semblance of rationality returned, Jotaro loosened his hold again and let the enemy down with hesitation.

“You dumb, good-for-nothing punk.” Before you could process the insults, Steely Dan landed a solid punch aimed at the raven-haired student’s abdomen, causing the latter to heave a dry cough, falling to his knees.

“HEY!” You exclaimed, kneeling after him to help him up.

“Don’t toy with me, you bastard.” Dan said, looking down at him with a disgusting curl of his lip. To watch your close friend find his bearings on the dirt while this cocky asshole feign arrogance sent a seething emotion bubbling deep in your guts. This petty act… right after sparing him from a brutal beatdown. And to do it again? The sheer audacity-

This time, your hands balled into fists.    

“After the geezer kicks the bucket,” he rose his hand still holding the large rock. “You’re next!”

With newfound anger, you stood in an instant and let Sanctuary out, using her fabrics to shove Steely Dan back a couple feet with significant force. He staggered back with a look of surprise and tripped, dropping the rock along the way. Behind you, you heard Mr. Joestar fall back as well.

“The fuck!” He exclaimed, getting up in a minute with a familiar look of being pissed. Not that you cared as you took a couple of steps forward until you stood before him. Dan let out a menacing chuckle and pointed a finger at you with disdain. “I’ve heard gossip of a meddling chick making our job more difficult.”

You cocked your head with one brow raised. “Maybe I’d be less meddling if you’d decided to not to hit my friend. Have you thought about that?”

“And you’re as annoying as they say.” He leaned down and muttered into your ear. “You must be desperate for validation for you to hang out with a bunch of men on a dangerous trip.”

A scoff as you fisted his collar, keeping his ear close to you. “Says the person accepting payment from a random man with a stubborn ego, desperate to earn his validation to get some cash.” You whispered, pushing him back with one solid shove and a nonchalant smirk on your face. “I’d shut up if I were you.”

Dan glowered, his teeth bared at you. You pouted back as your returned to stand by Jotaro’s side. “Am I wrong?” 

“We can’t just stand here doing nothing. Polnareff, Kakyoin,” Avdol spoke up, alerting the two. “Let’s bring Mr. Joestar away from here and we’ll figure something out.” No one objected to the offer and with no further need of instructions, the Crusaders left the scene running. “Jotaro! Y/N! Don’t let Steely Dan hurt himself!”

“Got it.”

Leaving only the three of you, Steely Dan chuckled as he watched them run off. “Fools for them to think my Stand could be affected by long distances. No matter how far they go, The Lover’s range makes up for its lack of strength.”

“You know…” He stared at the both of you with ill intent. “I also heard from my friends that you’re the closest companion to the geezer’s grandson. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“So?” The delinquent said, arms crossed.

“So~” Steely Dan reached into his pocket and drew out a small pocket knife. You had the impulse to snatch the blade right away but as he aimed it in front of his chest in a second, you stopped. He cackled. “Remember! One move and the old man’s dead.”

Crap. There’s no point in talking- You glanced at Jotaro, who remained still with closed fists by his sides. -or doing shit against him. Not with that threat posed against us.

A displeasing smugness grew on Dan’s face at your hesitation and knew how to use that to his advantage. “You there,” he crooked his fingers, gesturing you to come. “Or else…”

You eyed the knife poised towards his heart and shivered at the image of Mr. Joestar, dying on the ground with his hands clutching his chest from agony, just because you didn’t listen. With a sigh, you stepped forward.

The second you were within his reach, Steely Dan pulled you close to him and laid an arm around your shoulders. You cringed at the contact but instead of a grimace, you scowled at the guy. Across you, the delinquent couldn’t be more ticked-off than he already was.

“Under this circumstance, I can actually do some progress with you two troublemakers. You don’t have to irritate me anymore,” he said, clipping a strand of hair behind your ear. You flinched from it.

He looked at Jotaro next, his knife still situated on his body. “And I can also use your pretty little friend here as additional leverage for you to do whatever I want.” To play with him, he moved his harm to your waist and tugged you close to him. You recoiled from the touch, stomach twisting by itself as your mind started to fuck with your surfacing memories.

Why do I feel sick? These unwanted touches on me-

“Bastard.” A deep growling voice snapped you from your thoughts and you drew your focus to the raven-haired student glaring at Dan.

“Bark at me all you want punk but as long as I got her here and my Stand in the old man, you can’t do shit,” he said. “Now princess, while most of my deeds will be for your friend, the only rule I got for you is to not use your Stand while I’m doing business.”

No response came out from your mouth but he took the silence as approval.

You looked at Jotaro just to see how he’s adjusting to these conditions, and for a moment, he looked back at you with a flash of genuine concern, cogwheels turning in his head trying to come up with something to get you out of this, before masking his face with scowled stoicism towards your captor. 

Steely Dan got the upper hand for now and you couldn’t wait until you found the opportunity to snag it back.

“This is gonna be fun,” he said, looking at the delinquent. “Let’s start things off by giving me your valuables. I’m gonna need a lot of cash for my shopping spree after all.”

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He was insufferable. True and through.

Steely Dan never let you out of his grasp not even once as he toured around the town with Jotaro following close behind. Every time, he had his slimy hands on you, often caressing your waist or rubbing your arms and pressing you close to him when you managed to scoot some inch away.

And while the gesture alone was disgusting on a surface level, you didn’t quite understand why you were reacting to his touches with sheer revulsion, that every time he laid a palm on you, your stomach curls in on itself and a wave of tiny goosebumps crawled up your limbs.

You wanted to puke but why? You should be able to tolerate this and ignore his blackmailing act as nothing but a petty threat, but you couldn’t remember way back then that would’ve made you react this way.

You swallowed your moment of pondering and focused on the present where you sat with Steely Dan on a bench while he ordered the delinquent to wipe his shoes clean after telling him to scratch his back and lay across a canal to serve as his glorified bridge to step on.

Out of nowhere, Steely Dan broke into a grin and cackled. “Come on!” As you were about to question him, he abruptly rose his leg to kick Jotaro onto the ground, before crossing it on the other leg. “What are you doing? Shine those shoes right!”

“I’m in such a good mood right now so I need you to shine my shoes until they’re as bright as I feel right now,” he said. “I want the sunny sky to reflect right off of them.”

You watched your friend get on one knee, unwilling to comply to more of Dan’s bullshit when he remained where he was on the dirt. Rightfully so.

“Are you deaf? I said I want my shoes to be shined to its best, and what you did for the past few minutes was shit work.” Still, the delinquent didn’t respond and Steel Dan scoffed. “Still stubborn huh?”

Just then, you yelped as he forcefully pulled you over to sit on his lap and he grinned, his one hand stroking the length of your back- up to your nape and down to the garter of your skirt. You froze, your pulse spiking and breathing growing fast. You struggled to get off but his arm kept you from escaping. Too close. Need to get away.

To make everything worse, the familiar music of a piano began playing faintly in the back of your mind as vague imagery surfaced with every stroke. Make it stop. Make it stop!

Instinctively, Sanctuary was a second away from appearing as a response to her user’s sudden distress, but the enemy brought out the knife he carried the entire time and aimed it at the side of his neck. “Don’t forget! I still have Joseph Joestar’s life within my control! You better behave.”

You spat at his face with pure disdain, having to will your Stand away to avoid Mr. Joestar from dying and be pliant for his lowly ass. Dan frowned at what you did, only for him to smirk and tug your hair with considerable force. Making things worse, he leaned forward to press his nose on your throat and placed his hand to creep up your thigh under your skirt.

The sting of your roots being pulled and the invasive touches made you gasp and without conscious thought, you began punching his chest as if that would let you go. The music grew louder in your ears as you felt your guts writhe and adrenaline course a marathon throughout your body.

Mingled with the cursed tune of that damn piano, you could hear the faint chuckles of unfamiliar men accompanying phantom sensations of hands all over your body. You wanted to cry, the tears already forming, but for the love of all things holy, you wouldn’t break down in front of this cuck. You kept yourself together the best you can.

Jotaro wasn’t doing any better either. From your peripherals, he was furious- veins clear from where his fists were at the ground and his whole stance rigid and ready to snap in any moment with Star waiting to be unleashed.

Both of you wanted this man gone but what could you do? When someone else is on the line?

After a few more seconds, Dan pushed you off him and back to your previous seat with a hand still gripping your wrist. Some relief came to you in the form of a gasp, but it wasn’t enough to completely forget what had happened. “Now that you’ve been reminded of who’s in charge, I want to get something expensive.”

He stood and pulled you up. “Come princess, let’s go shopping.”

“Fuck you.”

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Jotaro wanted to make this man suffer with agonizing pain for what he did.

More so when you displayed the complete desperation to get away- Your furrowed brows, a flash of panic in your eyes, your attempted punches against his chest, the miniscule whimpers he could hear in the stream of frustrated grunts. He never released the closed fists he kept in his pockets, instead tightening them due to his current thought. That motherfucker.

If he wasn’t taunted enough with Steely Dan’s harassment towards you, he decided to push it further when his moral code was brought onto the table upon entry in a jewelry shop.

“My my~” He narrowed his eyes at the guy, watching him eye the shining accessories in their glass cases with you still trapped in his grip. “Would you look at these beauties. Don’t you think it would make any girl happy?”

“You’re eyeing me as if I am,” you scowled. “You must be so shallow for you to think I’d buy into vanity.”

But Dan paid no attention to your statement as he focused on one specific necklace that’s so happen to be in front of Jotaro. “Say… how about you steal that expensive-looking jewelry there for me using that Stand of yours?”

He didn’t look at him nor did he move to do what he said. He’s very much aware of who he is and that he’s a rebellious teenager who couldn’t care about strict adherence to rules and pleasantries, but he knew better than to be too indulgent with his self-given freedom.

He wasn’t a bad person. He wouldn’t take advantage of others and he most certainly wouldn’t steal something so meaningless to him.

“Hey! Did you hear me?!” Steely Dan hissed. “I said get that for me deaf punk!” Jotaro remained still and so the man approached him to whisper, “If you don’t do what I say, then I’ll have to steal it myself. But that would mean I’d have to break the glass with my hands.”

“Plus, they don’t take theft kindly here. They’d pummel me to no ends and it would hurt as hell,” he huffed. “Old man Joseph wouldn’t like to feel those hits, would he?”

Jotaro hated when he’d flaunt his upper hand for favors because it left him with no other choice to- “Hurry up, will you?!” Dan gritted out. “While the store keeper’s not looking!”

To hell with this. With hesitation, he reached forward and let Star’s hand out to slip past the glass and lift the golden accessory through the gap and into his hand.

And Steel Dan grinned. “Hey! That kid’s stealing!”

Both you and Jotaro froze in spot with surprise. Though that didn’t last long when shock got replaced with irritable anger in a second. Of course, he’d do shit like that.

It didn’t take much for the store owner to fetch his guards and bring them out- all massive and threatening with their bats and knuckles. “Where’s this thief we’ve heard about?”

“Is it that Asian kid over there?”

“From where we’re from, we’d break the thief’s fingers as punishment for doing what they did!”

He wanted to speak out that he didn’t want to steal and he was forced to do this by the one who reported the “crime”, and you wanted to reason out as well, but again… you two had to make sure the bastard wouldn’t get hurt.

“By the way,” Dan said from a distance. “You wouldn’t use your Stand against civilians, would you?” Jotaro considered simply knocking them out with one blow, but he didn’t want to get himself into trouble in a foreign country and delay their trip further with his intervention.

You both kept your mouth shut and Jotaro braced himself for what was to come. Just as what’s expected, the first fist landed straight at his cheek, followed by the next in his abdomen, and another at his face, forcing him to crouch on the floor and raise his arms in an attempt to cover his face from the series of hard-hitting kicks that were sent his way.

He can tolerate the pain of the blows he received, it wasn’t his first tango with fist fights like this after all, but what made it hurt in this scenario were not his bruises, but the way you cried out for them to stop assaulting him with the same level of desperation as before. “Remember,” he picked up on Dan’s sickening words. “No Stands in my business, princess.”

“Make them stop then, you asshole! You sick fuck!” Just as the next punch threw the raven-haired student to the ground, you yelped as he caught glimpse of Steely Dan forcing you to face him with his hand under your chin.

“But I don’t want to watch this by myself.”

“Let go!”

Jotaro gritted his teeth and tried to get up and reach you two, rip his hands off of you, but the guards were relentless and he was thrown back to the ground with one kick to the chest. A couple of kicks in and someone lifted him off the floor and next, he landed onto the dirt pavement outside the establishment with a grunt.

He hacked out a spit of blood as he got onto his elbows with slight struggle. At least they’re done with me. “Jotaro!” He lifted his head to see you hurrying over to kneel at his level, soft hands helping him up in an instant. “How bad are you feeling?”

He heaved out a groan from the bruises growing on his torso. “I’ve had worse before,” he said with strain. “I’ll get over it in a minute.”

“What a spectacle! Thanks to you, I managed to snatch myself a more glamorous prize while everyone was distracted.” At the sound of his voice, he kept his sights fixed on the ground, his anger simmering. “What’s this? Why is my pretty friend not with me?”

Beside him, your hold on his shoulders tightened as you glared at him with so much hate. “You can go fuck yourself if you think I’ll join you again.”

“Still got a big mouth for a bit-“

He couldn’t help it. A low laugh left the delinquent’s lips that gradually increased in volume, catching both you and Steely Dan off guard. “Why are you laughing?” The latter asked, nervous. “What’s so funny?!”

What was funny? Was it because of sheer anger that tipped him to laugh similar to a villain cackling into the void with every defeat before revealing their secret weapon? Or maybe it was because- “Nothing. I just can’t wait for you to repay the debt you owe both of us when they’re done dealing with your Stand.”

You didn’t say anything, looking solemn as if you had thoughts running in your head regarding what he said. “You punk ass-“

Another kick was what he expected, but with you out of Dan’s grasp, you gained back some control of the situation as Sanctuary tied itself around his ankle, before lifting it high enough for him to fall back with a loud thud.

Jotaro stared at your Stand’s face that focused on the enemy while its user remained facing the ground, deep in thought.

“That’s it!” He exclaimed, standing abruptly to grab your arm with his knife back in the other hand, pointed at him. You yelped, hands clawing at his wrist. “I’ve had enough of you, you bitch! Always butting into my business when I told you not to!”

Jotaro immediately got onto one knee, ready to charge at him but paused when you turned to spit at him again, though Steely Dan let out a maniacal laugh, pressing you harder against him. “Still bold are we?” He gripped your hair hard. “How about I teach you a lesson?”

“Do your worst you egotistic fuck.”

He could feel his veins popping at the sight, his body aching to run this piece of shit through the ground. To hell with this. He’s had enough of holding back, serving this asshole. The second he begins to touch you in inappropriate places, he will act.

Though before Dan could do his worst, he widened his eyes and staggered back. Loosening his grip, you buckled and fell onto your knees along with the knife he had. In the next second, he cried out with pain as blood gushed out of his forehead.

They did it.

And Dan knew it too because complete fear washed over him in an instant. Jotaro was on him before he could make an escape, grabbing fistful of his hair painfully tight. Steely Dan whimpered and desperately tried to shrug himself out of his hold but the delinquent had other intentions.

Recalling all the abuse he received minutes ago alongside the memory of him gripping your hair, he maintained a firm hold on him as he delivered Dan a harsh kick on the back with Star Platinum’s power, resulting in the man cowering on the ground with his head bleeding from where the scalp nearly got ripped off.

“P-Please Jotaro! Spare me! I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” He recoiled at the full sight of the purple Stand hovering before him with violent intent. “Please! I’ll clean your shoes with my tongue! I’ll pay you and your friend all the money he gave me!” Dan bowed with his head planted on the dirt.

In different circumstances, Jotaro would taunt him a bit and play into humiliating him further. However, all his mind thought of at the moment was of him treating you as his plaything. You being afraid of his gestures underneath that brave face.

He sexually harassed you and Jotaro found that disgusting. Evil.

He deserved to get punished with brutal judgement.

No words were said in return and Steely Dan wouldn’t be able to either as Star Platinum lifted him off the ground and sent arrays of barrages onto the adult. He continued to watch his body get beaten and broken by the countless punches landed on him, never satisfied with the amount of hits.

He could hear the break of his bones and the blood that gurgled out of him, but he felt compelled to continue. Jotaro tightened his fists as he willed Star to send more punches, more pain. For his cocky attitude, the slavery, the mistreatment-

Dan grinned. Jotaro caught it midst the blitz and he furrowed his brows with brief confusion. What is he- His Stand. Aside from the gushing of his head, no further damage was dealt by the other Crusaders, implying that tiny bastard fled.

It was on its way to its user… or to someone near him.

The delinquent widened his eyes and snapped his attention to you, still on the ground reeling from what happened. Star abandoned its violence on Steely Dan and turned to you. Though as one syllable left him, a flash of rose-gold appeared in front of your ear, its edge curled around an object the size of a bug.

The Lovers.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You said as you got up, expression blank and shaded except for the wicked curl of your lips. “Even after you get beaten up, still… STILL…” You gritted out, approaching the enemy user. “You continued being a cocky motherfucker and tried to get that thing in my head.”

The fabric holding the miniscule Stand closed in on itself, eliciting a loud scream from Steely Dan as his joints continued to dislocate. “Stubborn until the end.” Jotaro stood by and watched you walk past him and towards the crying adult with apathy.

You tilted your head as you said with a eerily calm voice. “Do you know how much I loathed what you did to me?” Without letting go of Lovers, Sanctuary wrapped another set of fabrics around Steely Dan and lifted him of the ground.

“Do you know how much bullshit I remembered when you fucking touched me?!”

In an instant, the delinquent gaped at the velocity Silent Sanctuary whipped the adult onto the nearby building to the point of nearly breaking the wall. “I told you to let go and you wouldn’t!” He was whipped onto another building, this time with the wall crumbling upon impact.

“You know how insufferable it was to be your toy?!” Another whip, destroying the pavement.

“To remain compliant while you watch everyone you care get beaten in front of your eyes?!” And another.

“And now you still think you got the upper hand and tried to take advantage of me again?! AGAIN?!” The fabrics smashed the adult’s body onto the road. Again and again with each word. “How fucking dare you?!”

Jotaro couldn’t do anything but watch how the scene unraveled before him. He knew your Stand had immense durability and that you had an air of assertion, but what he saw before him was just… pure unbridled rage out in the open.

How you yelled at Avdol and Polnareff was merely a sliver of what you were capable of in terms of expressing anger. Before all this, he never would have thought you could have the same amount, if not more, violent intent as Star Platinum had.

Back in school, the most you showed to him was passive-aggression, but nothing more. All he saw were your smiles and awe casted to him and the other Crusaders. Not an inkling of complete malice.

Until now.

Silent Sanctuary tossed a barely conscious Dan onto the road one more time and you walked up to him with Jotaro cautiously following a few steps behind.

“You know…” You said, calm. “You remind me of him.”

A shot of fabric zipped past you and wrapped themselves around the enemy’s throat, making him gag further as you raised a foot to step on the broken adult's chest. “Maybe that’s why I hate you so much.”

He should intervene. At this rate, you won’t be satisfied with Dan’s total beat down. You’d want something worse.

The cloth tightened and the adult spurted out more blood from his lips, though you remained unbothered as you cocked your head with an empty gaze and snarl. Jotaro drew closer as you muttered:

“Don’t you fucking dare harm me and Jotaro again you worthless cuck-“

The delinquent reached to touch your shoulder. “You’re going to kill him Y/N… that’s enou-“ At the slight touch, a loud snap could be heard and his cheek burned out of nowhere, followed by something wet trailing down it.

It was then did Jotaro process that Sanctuary slapped him, hard enough for a cut to form on his cheek where it bled a thin line of red, and fast enough that Star couldn’t react.

You turned around, fury still present as you did, but the second you saw him holding his injured cheek, you blinked back to reality and gasped, tears already forming as you cupped your mouth. “Oh my god…”

All your anger dissipated and it was only when it disappeared you quivered. You rose a shaky hand to him, only for it to pull back to your chest. You also realized what you had done to the other man with one glance. “Oh god… w-what…”

Despite the hit that caused him to bleed, Jotaro wasn’t mad at you. If anything, he grew concerned and confused on what was happening to you. “Y/N…?”

You whimpered, tears trailing down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry… Oh god I’m so sorry…”

Before he could say anything more, you ran past him with your head ducked and your mouth still hidden behind your hands.

Jotaro didn’t chase after you. It was useless since he wouldn’t know what to do nor what to say if he did. Instead, he remained where he was in the aftermath of your chaos, brows furrowed trying to figure out what exactly happened to you that caused you to behave like this.

“Y/N…”

He gave his surroundings one last scan- the wrecked walls and streets and an unconscious Steely Dan on the dirt- before shoving his hands into his pockets and turning away, hopefully he’d at least see you with the others.

Though he heavily doubted you’d return to your usual state after this. And to that, Jotaro hoped you would recover even by a bit.

He could only hope.

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Okay no but Jolyne in Shattered Glass AU is such a funky idea to me.

Considering that she's separate from the whole Joestar-culty business, I feel like maybe she, as well as Josuke and Giorno, would still remain somewhat on the side of good!!

I wonder if, like, her situation in prison would either be similar to Cult of the Lamb, where she gets by exploiting the religion, or just like canon, where it's simply hell for her.

Also, maybe Ermes, Foo, Anasui and co. are like!! Reoccurring rivals that she just gets stuck with (Why did this remind me of Mean Girls??). Even better if they're actually the weird cultists here and just. Automatically assume Jolyne is also culty. She's gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing.

The idea of like,, fate would probably tie in so heavily here. Where she's part of this evil, cursed lineage, and decides to be free from that sort of burden by being something ELSE than a Joestar. She's Jolyne. It's why she changes her last name, even better in prison, 'cause she knows what that name entails and now decides to truly make it her own.

Would Jolyne even win in this one?? Part of me hopes so, was absolutely gutted watching the end of Stone Ocean, so maybe this time our girl can get a win.

- Bread

I'll admit I don't know much about Cult of the Lamb but yesssssssssss

just. Jolyne slowly learning with a growing horror just who exactly her father is and what he's done. Every wish for her father to have been more present in her life is shattered to pieces left with only a surging relief and terror at what could have been

honestly, the thought of exploiting the cult that Pucci's built up probably does cross her mind, but I think the possible dangers of revealing her name would out weigh the possible benefits. Who knows what they might make her do or expect of her when they learn she's a direct decendant of one of history's most famed dictatorships

so she opts to stay hidden, even though it'll mean getting information is gonna be a lot harder

I'll admit, I'm not super sure on her allies being part of the cult (genuinely a part at least, I can definitely see Hermes pretending to buy into it to get closer to Sports Maxx) but Rivals to Friends could definitely be fun to play with

actually, out of everyone Weather could definitely be part of the cult..... maybe he can get an arc where the gang helps him out of that specific situation. Perhaps Hermes is the one who makes contact first since she's "part of the cult" and since according to everyone he's been here the longest she thinks he'll know the most about the prision

also, Foo is definitely going to be an interesting character and looking on at all the human shenanigans and politics that have been going on with morbid curiosity but also "guys what the fuck-"

I think Jolyne And Co should get to win this one, just on the principal of the mater and to add more contrast to canon. Also, remember how AGES ago I mentioned a SWF Agent arriving in the prision who slowly ends up helping and growing to trust Jolyne? What if it's Dio

(also for a bit of dark humor, Jolyne gets REALLY badly wounded in the end, bad enough she Needs A Hospital and is unconcious for a while, and when she wakes up Dio makes a joke about how she's kept the running "Elder Joestar Dies In The Fight While The Younger One Survives" trend going (since in the first fight, George died while Jonathan survived, then way later Jonathan died while Joseph survived, then Joseph died and Jotaro survived, and then there's now)

also for some angst....... what if the first person who learns Jolyne's secret is Emporio

Emporio, who's mother was murder for the sake of supporting the Joestar Clan and has been on his own for his whole life, learns that one of the people who's the closest thing he's ever had to family is related to them

had he been older, Emporio might've understood things a bit better. He would've been able to connect how Jolyne had no allegiance to the Joestars and that she barely knew her father at all

but he isn't. Emporio is 11 years old and traumitized to high hell and in his eyes someone he loves has betreyed him in one of the worst possible ways