#kujo mail;

[kxjostarr]

rejectshumanity asked: "Why be boring when you can be overwhelmingly well-dressed?"

General Sentences, Vol. 10

"Well dressed?" She asked, looking at him up and down. "Are you referring to yourself or someone else? Because you're the last person I would call 'well dressed'."

[mailboxxi]

jolyne hair buns?…

inspo under cut V

[valfeathers]

the extended wammy family!

[artificial-ascension]

Reading through the wolrds surely most accurate source, Death Note fan wiki, I have accumulated a list of Wammys kid letters that are confirmed in some source to have an individual associated:

A- First successor of L, dead by suicide, mentioned in Death Note: Another Note

B- Beyond Birthday, number two of the first known successors behind A and a main character of Death Note: Another Note

D- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

E- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

F- Appears in the opening of L: Change The World film on a massion for L, dies via helicopter attack*

G- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

H- Sends L an email informing him of F's death in L: Change The World

I- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

J- Appears in the game L: The Prologue To Death Note, the game is unavailable in English so little is know of them, presumably a Wammys kid based on name, a separate J appears in the second episode of Death Note: A New Generation, she is not out right stated to be a Wammys kid, but she is assumed to be

K- Antagonist of L: Change The World book and film

L- If you do not know who L is why are you here, also Linda is a child who appears briefly in the manga and is responsible for the drawings of Near and Mello (I belive that is only presumed but I may be wrong, I can not remember where it was said)

M- Mello, second successor of generation four and a main antagonist of Death Note's main series and Matt, unranked member of generation four appearing as Mello's comrade in both anime amd manga

N- Near, successor of L and number one of generation four, appears in half the places L dose

P- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

Q- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film

R- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film, their letter is greyed out, presumably indicating they are dead**

T- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film, their letter is greyed out, presumably indicating they are dead

V- Shown on L's mailing list in L: Change The World film, their letter is greyed out, presumably indicating they are dead

X- Alluded to in Death Note: Another Note as helping in a detective war with L

Y- Alluded to in Death Note: Another Note as helping in a detective war with L

Z- Alluded to in Death Note: Another Note as helping in a detective war with L

Unused letters- C, O, S, T, U, W***, possibly J as both instances of the usage are for individuals only presumed to be successors

Letters with known duplicates- L and M, J(?)

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Conclusion:

1. L: Change The World introduced a shit ton of Wammys lore for apparently shits and giggles.

2. Alot less dead Wammys kids than I expected. (Only 9/24, that's only over a third. Maybe 10/24 if you count Watari.)

3. I can understand not finding a U or V, but how the hell were there no genius orphans with S or C names??

4. It is impossible for a Death Note title to not have a : in it.

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Notes:

I got this information from the fan wiki and my brain. If it is wrong I'd like to know. I'd also love to hear of any more orphans the fan wiki or I missed.

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*I can verify that that happened. I remember it vividly. Only known Wammys kid to die from a helicopter.

**A greyed name implies death as B's name was also greyed out. However, this also implies L could readily email B whenever he wanted, which is extremely funny.

***W is often totoed as Watari's letter. However, I am not considering him a Wammys kid but this may mean some of the letters shown do not indicate successors but rather other Wammys higher ups.

[mysteryampharos]

Tell us about your favorite character?

i really love dusknoir and ampharos from the pokemon mystery dungeon series, but after playing Rainworld, i can wholeheardtedly say that the base game + downpour made five pebbles into one of my all-time favorite characters! i was gonna avoid spoilers, but ill inevitably speak about it, so ill just do two spoiler-free paragraphs first! and then go insane

for half of the campaigns in the game, i was his BIGGEST hater. i think the order you play certain campaigns in probably affects how you feel about certain characters, and boy, my choice of sequence was NOT doing him any favors. he was like a catalyst to speed up the decay of the dying world, both when it came to the enviroment itself, and other characters. he had without fail harmed all but one character he interacted with by that point.

and then. . i played the last two campaigns. with a few pearl reading sessions prior to going through them, the closer i got to finishing the game, the more my thoughts on him changed. granted, the game DID give me enough clues, but it wasnt until getting to see what happened in these campaigns that his character clicked for me. five pebbles is a surprisingly tragic character, and the dlc makes an excellent use of him to weave a beautiful narrative together with Looks to the Moon. words cannot describe how incredible and life-changing playing this game felt. (spoilers below the cut! dont read if you haven't finished rivulet and saint's campaign)

five pebbles is a rat in a cage. he tried everything he thought of to try and find an escape to the eternal life the ancients condemned the iterators to, and he did succeed in killing an iterator.

it just wasn't him.

so moon dies and is left in a worser state than ever before after being 'revived' by hunter, and now he has a ticking time bomb in the form of The Rot spreading through his superstructure and the garbage wastes like a cancerous plague. he keeps himself cut off from all and any means of contact and with the exception of artificer, is somewhat hostile to the slugcats.

it takes rivulet's campaign, where the rot has almost entirely overtaken most of the can, that his attitude changes. he is still the same as before, but much more. . sorrowful, regretful. at this point in the game, he and moon switch places: he falls deeper and deeper to disrepair while moon starts restoring her functions and communications. he's forced to sit still during rivu's campaign, but otherwise, five pebbles is largely fine when it comes to his neurons or mind.

so when i told you i cried during saint's campaign.

it was already customary. every single campaign after monk, i'd beeline for five pebbles, seeing as he was always involved somehow. so, i climb up chimney canopy as i always do to get to him through the wall, and: there it is. the infamous room

the entire right section connecting to his superstructure is gone. not even damaged or anything: it's completely vanished. and the game makes sure you feel dread the moment you see this. already, not a good sing: but hey! maybe that just fell like the underhang did. theres still another path to go through.

i hate shaded citadel, but its the only other way i know how to get there. still, i took a detour to moon first before going there, since i knew shoreline had a gate! i visited her, and was on my merry way. . until i get to the gate. something is off right away.

the path is different. sure, that's normal in this campaign, but it wasnt like the overgrowth or other snowy areas: the entire structure of the area. . was very different. its like something crushed in. the deeper i go toward the gate, the more confused and conflicted i get. i cross the gate, and the name shows up on the screen..

Silent Construct.

its like things clicked for me a second time, and it was at that point i paused the game just to think about it for a few seconds. Five Pebbles' superstructure collapsed and crushed the ENTIRETY of Shaded Citadel. the only sign of life left was a weird combination of wildlife from the exterior and shaded citadel itself, with barely any rot left. this was both one of the highlights of the whole game to me, and one of the most emotional. theres 100% gonna be echoes here, so im gonna go ahead and look for that: but five pebbles is priority.

this is one of the most interesting regions in the game to me. maybe not the most fun (I HATE THIS GAME'S SPIDER ENEMIES SO MUCH) but thematically and symbolically? second best region. i dedicated half of the time i had that sunday just to find him, and sure enough..

he is in a state even worser than how moon was when she fell to disrepair. a supercomputer degraded to a barely sentient puppet who can't remember much of anything. the only thing that remains is the music pearl hes playing, and if the player wants to,

you can take that away from him too.

is downpour canon? i don't know nor remember! will i consider it canon regardless because this was one of the greatest gaming and life experiences ive ever had? you fucking BET. i love you five pebbles im sorry for calling you a littlebitch when we first met

[hyperfixationcenter]

Josuke as your bf 💕

Authors note: y'all I've been rewatching part 4 so it's time to bring out the head cannons, enjoy lol

Also I know the font is pink for the reader but it's for guys gals and all in between!!

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

You met him at school, seen him a few times in your class but never talked to him before.

You've had a stand for years now, never used it for evil, more like to defend yourself.

Josuke didn't know that so he thought you were an enemy stand user until you explained yourself.

He asked if you wanted to join the team and since you had nothing to do you joined the gang.

He introduced you to Dr. Kujo, at first he was skeptical but eventually he found your stand to be very useful so he started dragging you with Josuke on missons.

And eventually you and Josuke started talking a lot during the missions, hanging out a lot more before Jotaro caught the both of you and told y'all to focus.

So Josuke started inviting you to hang with Okuyasu and Koichi, having a bunch of fun and being kids.

Okuyasu definitely teased Josuke and almost told you that he liked you before Josuke punched him in the gut, Koichi doesn't tease but he's supportive and hopes the two of you date.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

One day he invited you but alone, he brought you a small park where no one really went to, you saw that he was super nervous and fidgeting a lot.

You say down next to him and he took a deep breath "So...I know we've been hanging out for only a few months but..AGHH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING", you put a hand on his shoulder and smiled "Hey it's fine! Just take your time".

He looked away and fixed his hair a little before blurting out his confession "I REALLY LIKE YOU AND WE SHOULD TOTALLY DATE" He hid his face and peeled at you to see your reaction.

You held his hand and gave a tiny peck on his cheek "I like you too" Josuke froze and you were going to ask if he was okay but he suddenly hugged you tightly, you hugged back and the both of you started dating.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

When the both of you are done with your missions Josuke will find any cut or bruise and heal you before anyone else, you are first priority.

He kisses your hand when he's sorry, or he'll go to the market to get your favorite snacks and runs right back to your house.

He always tries his best to not let you win in video games, one time you almost won and he pulled the plug, you hit him playfully and he yelled "you were gonna lose anyways!" You yelled back "your just embarrassed you were gonna lose!!"

He holds your hand EVERYWHERE, going to get a snack at the market? Not without him, going to get the mail? You definitely need your hand to be held so you don't trip and get hurt.

When you two go out to have a date every 1/3 times Dr. Kujo will drag the both of you out of the date to go on another mission, Josuke doesn't mind though, he likes to see you pull out some sick moves while fighting, he's always in awe when you pumell someone into the ground.

He really didn't want you to help the the Kira situation, he's so scared that Kira will find a way to blow you up and he can't take that risk, so while they try to find Kira he always goes everywhere with you, this poor man wants to make sure your not hurt, he knows you can handle yourself but he's way to scared to take any risks.

The both of you like to lay around on the couch when school is over, soft kisses and tight hugs all around when it's couch time.

He's the only one that will let you see his messy hair, he finds it endearing when you try to help him fix it, it gets him super flustered and happy.

When the both of you are done with school he'll try and find you so he can hold your hand and walk you home or to have you hang with Okuyasu and Koichi.

He has a few nicknames for you too

Baby cakes

Sweet cheeks

Little diamond

Babe

My favorite kissable face

Hugging buddy

Baby Jewel

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I had a lot of fun writing, thanks for reading!!

♡ Here's a picture of Mc Donald's Josuke if you made it this far ♡

[despicablebisexual]

Out of Touch by Hall & Oates

part 1, part 2, part 3

Jotaro Kujo x Ex-wife!Reader

You and Jotaro meet for the first time in six years. When you try to dodge the encounter, he convinces you to sit and drink, and have a nice talk.

warnings: alcoholic consumption

Spring of 2003, Tampa, Florida

“Mom~”

You turned on your side, hoping for another five minutes of sleep.

“Mom~”

You ignored Jolyne for another second or two. The girl quieted down for a second and you thought your prayers had been answered and she had retreated from your room. Just as you approached the edge of unconsciousness, a heavy form jumped onto your stomach and woke you.

“There you are mom!” Jolyne, your strong willed eleven-year-old said.

“Hi, Jojo,” you smiled weakly, a bit winded from her jumping on top of you.

“I’m hungry,” she declared. 

You looked over at your bedside table where the clock laid. 7:14 am. So much for sleeping in on a Sunday. 

“Okay,” you took a second to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “I’m up, I’m up.”

You shooed her off you so you could climb out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, her quickly running past you.

“Can we have pancakes? Ooo what about waffles though! Can we have both?!”

You laughed at her indecisiveness. “How about something a little healthier?”

“But mom,” she groaned.

“Hey! We gotta keep those muscles strong! You can’t do your best if you don’t eat well,” you reminded her.

When she was eight, Jolyne had come home from elementary school whining about how all the other girls in her class played softball and she wanted to too. You were hesitant at first, telling her that just because everyone else is doing something, doesn’t mean she has to do it. After a few weeks insisting she should be allowed to play, you finally agreed. Jolyne had always been a rambunctious and active kid, so you reasoned that sports would be a good outlet for her to let out that energy. After she had a few recurring disciplinary incidents, softball was sounding even better. 

To your satisfaction though, after most of the girls quit, Jolyne kept going. After one season, you became a full fledged softball mom, wanting to constantly show up to support Jolyne. She was currently in her third season on her travel team.

The only gripe you had about softball was that it never dwindled her energy, in fact, she seemed more lively. Considering she was up this early the day after she had an all day tournament, you could only sigh. At least she wasn’t getting into as much trouble.

A knock pulled you from your thoughts. “Jojo, can you go get the door?”

“On it mom!” she yelled over her shoulder. A few seconds later and you heard the familiar squeal Jolyne let out whenever your current boyfriend, Anthony, arrived. He liked to stop by in the mornings often.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, hurrying to grab the leftover wine bottle and glass you left out from last night. You did a quick breath test and attempted to fix your flyaways as Anthony came into the kitchen.

“Hey pretty lady,” he said, swooping in to steal a kiss.

“Gross!”

You laughed at Jolyne’s antics. “I was just getting ready to start breakfast, you hungry?”

“I would love to but I’ve got to get to the firehouse, lots of paperwork to do. I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”

You hummed as Anthony turned around to start play fighting with Jolyne. You turned back to contemplate what to cook. The longer you looked at the contents of the fridge and pantry, the better pancakes sounded. Looking over at Jolyne’s bright smile, you gave in and reached for the pancake mix. While you prepared the batter, you sent Jolyne and Anthony to run outside and retrieve yesterday’s mail. Anthony carried her outside on his back.

Alone, your thoughts wandered over your two year relationship. Anthony was a very attractive man: tall, dark, and extremely handsome. He worked as a fireman, which matched his heart of gold he seemed to have. You two had met when you and Jolyne moved from northern Florida to Tampa, him introducing himself at the bar your new neighbors had offered to take you to. After just sitting around and getting to know the local gossip, you had gotten up to order a drink from the bar. When some asshole bumped into you and spilled your drink all over the counter, Anthony, who had been friends with the culprit, offered to buy you a new one. 

Although back then it had been four years since you and Jolyne’s father, Jotaro, divorced, you were hesitant to accept Anthony’s invite to go out for coffee. After your close neighbor had incessantly annoyed you about it, she eventually convinced you to go out with him and the rest was history. Completely ignorant to the world of stands and evil, he was a nice place to take sanctuary in.

“Mom! You got an important letter from your job!”

“Hm?”

You turned back from pouring the batter into the pan to see Jolyne handing you a letter while still hanging from Anthony’s back. The letter was addressed to Y/n L/n from the Speedwagon Foundation. Worried about the contents, you tore it open and began reading.

“Well, what does it say?” Anthony asked.

You sighed a breath of relief. “They’re giving me an award for my recent research publication.”

“Woah, no way! Congrats babe!”

Anthony kissed your temple while you let the growing anxiety fade away. You honestly had been expecting it to be a letter detailing a new stand user issue. While you did work in the Speedwagon Foundation’s research sector, they also had you hunt down concerning stand users. Having been doing so since you were seventeen and went on the 50 day journey to Egypt.

“When are they giving it to you?”

“This Saturday, 7pm.”

“It’s a date then!”

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“Thank you so much for watching her. It’s not often I get invited to 21+ venues.”

“It’s no problem, y/n, really! We love Jolyne like one of our own.”

Your neighbors, the Williams’, bless their hearts, were about the only family that you had ever trusted to watch Jolyne. Being a stand user as well as working in a dangerous research field, you had a penchant for attracting all sorts of evil. When you gave birth to Jolyne, there had been complications with the delivery and you ended up having to be rushed to a nearby emergency room instead of going to the Speedwagon Foundation like you planned. Everything was going well until Jotaro ended up facing off with a stand user impersonating a night shift nurse. He ended up nearly beating the woman to death, and ever since that day, you had been living life constantly looking over your shoulder for Jolyne’s sake.

After divorcing and moving to a new area, you were hesitant to let then five year old Jolyne play with other children or go to their houses. After thoroughly observing and testing your neighbors by running background checks and consistently bringing out your stand at random intervals to see who would look, you concluded that the Williams’ were not stand users and that their daughter did just want to be friends with Jolyne. It worked out in your case because you soon had friends to rely on, and could find a babysitter with ease.

Now getting ready for the banquet tonight, you stood in front of the mirror doing your makeup just how you liked it. While adding finishing touches, your cell started ringing and Anthony’s contact ID popped up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey, y/n! How are you beautiful?”

“I’m good, just getting ready for the ceremony.”

“That’s great… Hey listen babe, I don’t have much time to talk but I can’t come tonight. I’m sorry for the late notice but one of the guys’ wife is having their kid and he needed someone to take his shift. It’s gonna be overnight so I won’t get off until about 8am.”

You frowned as you looked down at your nails. You already didn’t want to be heading out anyway for a silly award, but now that Anthony wasn’t coming, the desire to stay home was sounding really appealing.

“Y/n?”

“Hey sorry, spaced out.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, no. Don’t even worry about it. I’m just gonna go, get the award, and come home. I’m not feeling staying out tonight.”

“Alright, well stay safe. Have fun and call a cab if you drink anything.”

“Okay, dad,” you teased him.

He laughed. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” 

The phone beeped when you hung up.

**********

“Right here is fine, thank you.”

You handed the cab driver some money before shouldering your purse. The foundation had rented a banquet hall for the ceremony. Along with you and your research team, a few other people were also receiving awards tonight. Consequently, the crowd was extremely large as people from all over the company (lots non-affiliated with the stand research division) were gathered for the big event. Dinner would be served at commencement, then some words from the current CEO, awards next, and finally happy hour. You planned to slink away immediately after you got your award.

“Y/n!”

You turned to look for the source of the voice and found a few of your colleagues from your research team standing around a table right up front and center waving at you. It seems like you all were the big honorees of the evening. 

“Hello, congratulations everyone.”

Lucas, a fellow from the team, came up with a waiter following him with a tray of champagne flutes. The drinks were quickly dished out. 

“Congratulations to you, our fearless leader, who without you, we would have never got the funding.”

You snorted. “Well it’s easy to bust balls when I know all the higher ups. That’s one thanks I can give to my ex-husband.”

A few chuckles could be heard before the emcee asked people to take their seats. You turned around to quickly down the champagne before sending a silent plea to the waiter for another. The drinks could at least help with your nervousness. 

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“Wow, no one told me I’d have to speak!” you nervously chuckled.

“Um, I’d like to thank my team. Everyone here did so much investigation, tests, wrote up reports. They seriously put in the overtime.”

Your eyes scanned over the large crowd watching you. Your team was the last to be awarded, so everyone was patiently waiting for you to wrap up so cocktail hour could start.

“I’d also like to thank my daughter, Jolyne. I can’t tell you how many times she made me coffee in the dead of night while I stayed up working.” That remark earned you a chuckle from the audience. You felt a little looser knowing you made them laugh. As you looked around, your eyes landed on a familiar pair of blue ones way in the back of the hall leaned against the wall, staring you down intently. You swallowed thickly, not believing it to be the last person you’d ever see here.

“Uh, thank you for the award.”

You briskly walked off stage and back to your table, already grabbing your purse and other belongings. The emcee got back up to announce the bar was once again open, and cocktail hour had begun.

“Y/n, wait!”

Lucas reached out a hand to stop you from rushing off. With a small amount of shame, you turned back to see your team staring at you rather quizzically. 

“Why don’t you enjoy a couple drinks with us?”

You silently prayed for whatever entity resides above to strike you down right there. While you really wanted a drink right now, you’d rather do it alone in your house where you could wallow in the silence between sips.

“I really need to-”

“Come on, one won’t hurt!”

Lucas and the rest of the team flagged down the waiter for a round of a stronger drink this time. By some sick and twisted fate, your evening was just beginning.

**********

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re not even drunk yet?”

You smiled at Melina, another girl from the team, as you nursed your beer. A few rounds of shots had been dealt and the rest of the team was pretty drunk. You on the other hand, better at pacing yourself than them, were just beginning to feel the buzz. The alcohol had done well to soothe your anxiety, but the nagging feeling of being watched remained.

“I’m going to grab another drink,” you announced.

Making your way through the throngs of people, you arrived at the bar and flagged the bartender down.

“I’ll take a shot of tequila, thanks.”

“Wanna start a tab?”

“I’m paying for her,” a booming voice said as a debit card was slapped down.

The bartender quickly disappeared to run the card, and you contemplated running when you realized who was standing beside you. 

Swallowing your anxiety, you refused to make eye contact with him. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Call it a gift for your award.”

“The only gift I want from you is to leave me alone.”

Jotaro sighed next to you, leaning on the bar so he could stare down at you. You still refused to look at him.

“Don’t make this difficult, y/n.”

You snorted. “Where have I heard that line before?”

Distantly, you recalled the night he placed the divorce papers on the table and announced he would be staying at a hotel while things finalized. He had told you the exact same phrase while you ugly cried and interrogated him. The whole night was underscored by Jolyne sobbing away in her room.

The bartender arrived with the shot and set it down. You quickly picked it up and slammed it, setting the glass back down.

“Thanks. See you around.”

You set off to leave, but a strong arm pulled you back. 

“Jotaro,” you warned.

Jotaro dropped your arm before sighing. He took off his signature hat to run his hand through his hair. “Can we just talk?”

You stared at him in surprise. On the outside, he looked like the exact same Jotaro you once knew. Donned in his signature flashy style with a face that could kill. But his eyes held an emotion that wasn’t the normal fire in his soul. For a second, when he asked you to talk, he almost looked mournful, like he was trying to save something. In all the years you had known Jotaro, he was never once concerned with matters of the heart. If anything, he would rather get pummeled over and over again than admit he had feelings. You glared at him before sitting down on the barstool. 

“One drink. You have the time it takes me to drink one drink.”

**********

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Tch. Don’t play dumb y/n.”

You looked down at the small black box Jotaro had placed in your hands. Never one for lots of words, Jotaro had just explained he had a gift for you before putting the case in your hands, a small engagement ring looking back at you.

“I’m asking you to marry me?” he said, his hands shoved in his pockets and eyes casted to the side.

“Why?” you blurted out.

Jotaro sighed and took his hat off. In a rare moment of vulnerability, he kneeled down in front of you while you sat on the bench in the park you two were at.

“Because you’re the only person in this fucked up world I could ever love; I could ever trust. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Jojo…” you started as you teared up.

He caught you as you practically fell into his arms while repeating yes. 

**********

What was supposed to be one drink, quickly turned into one drink and a shot. Then Jotaro ordered another shot for the two of you, then one more for good measure. You weren’t stupid, it was easy to tell when someone was building up liquid courage.

The conversation first began with him asking how you and Jolyne had been. You rolled your eyes and told him ‘fine,’ stating that she was making friends and a star on her softball team. Jotaro remained amicable in spite of your passive-aggressiveness. The more he got you talking about your daughter, the more you began to open up to him. It was nice to know he still wanted to know about her, even if it was the bare minimum. As the night went on, he somehow convinced you to show him a few pictures of her from your phone and you two quickly began reminiscing on the days when she was just a toddler and barely walking around. Eventually the conversation shifted to his life and search for the stand arrows. He told you about his uncle he discovered and you gasped at the revelation that Mr. Joestar had cheated on Suzi Q, the woman who became like another grandmother to you when you and Jotaro were married. When you two came home from your first semester away at college and announced you had gotten eloped, Suzi Q and Jotaro’s mother were the only people to support you initially. It hurt to know she had been emotionally backstabbed.

“He’s lucky he’s an old man now, or else I’d seriously kick his ass for doing that to her.”

For the first time in a long time, most definitely due to the fact that he had been drinking all night with you, Jotaro laughed. And when he laughed, the whole room shook with him. It was the first time you had heard it in years and it put a loopy smile on your face while you laughed with him. When he realized how loud he was, catching the eyes of a few others, he quickly quieted down, a twinge of embarrassment and anger easily seen on his face. Upset he stopped laughing and worried he might cause an uproar (being the hothead he is), you reached over and placed a hand on his. He looked at you with surprise, before turning up his hand and offering you his palm. He smiled as you giggled at the action. 

As the conversation progressed, it was clear that you were both exuberantly drunk, but it didn’t stop you from ordering one last drink.

“You sure can put them away now. You used to puke after two shots back in college.”

You snorted. “I’m well practiced now.”

You looked down at the time on your phone, not realizing it was soon approaching 11:45pm. Looking up and around, you noticed how the hall had seriously cleared out, most of the initial crowd gone.

“Shit, it’s late.”

You stood up and looked at him, a bit sad this night was coming to an end. The alcohol had opened up all the scars on your heart and reminded you of how much you missed him, but the small-voiced rational part of your brain was reminding you that things couldn’t stay like this.

“I’ve got to go. It was nice catching up, Jojo.”

Wanting to leave on a positive note, the drunken devil on your shoulder convinced you to lean in and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Completely normal, right? 

“Y/n, wait.” 

Jotaro grabbed your waist and pulled you further into him, your chests colliding. He was still sat on the barstool, so you were somewhat even in height for once, meaning your breaths mixed in the air. It was a familiar position that had both of your hearts pounding rapidly.

“I’ve missed you calling me that.”

His hand was heavy on your waist. Not wanting to lose balance in your stupor, your arm landed on his shoulder. 

“You used to tell me you hated being called Jojo,” you whispered teasingly.

He huffed and looked down. “I was lying.”

He looked back up to you with eyes as deep as oceans. “I don’t want to be anything except your Jojo.”

You softly gasped and he took it as his chance to pull you in for a soft kiss. Your lips barely moved against each other, just savoring the fact that they were once again reunited. 

Once upon a time, Jotaro would have handed you the world on a silver platter. It wasn’t by coincidence that you got married so young. You two were passionate, devoted, in love, but seasons change and people do as well, and Jotaro could no longer fill the superman-esque job he had been born into. At this point, it had been six years since you two divorced. Both twenty-six then and thirty-two now, he felt more like a stranger than someone you used to love. After having had so long to contemplate your relationship, you wondered how much of it would have happened if you two had never went on that journey. Seeing so much horror at seventeen scarred you two, and you definitely had a relationship built upon a trauma bond. You questioned often if it was ever love, or just comfort in shared pain. 

Now though, so many years later, with your lips pressed together, there was no mistaking the spark between you two. All the misery you’d experienced in the world of stand users was flushed away at his hot touch. Even if it was just momentary, you knew he could love you the same way again.

“Let me take you home,” he breathed over your lips.

One look into his pleading blue eyes and you knew without a doubt there was no coming back from this.

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Fata Morgana

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Paring: Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Kujo Jotaro & Kujo Jotaro's Wife, Kujo Jolyne & Kujo Jotaro, Kujo Jotaro & Jean Pierre Polnareff

Word Count: 9,131 [5 Chapters]

Tags: Alternate Universe, one with canonical character death one without, Postcards, Depression, Post-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo, Kujo Jotaro is Bad at Feelings, Past Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, and uh present?, Kujo Jotaro Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Turtle Jean Pierre Polnareff

Summary:

A mysterious postcard shows up in Jotaro’s mail one day. Odd enough on its own, but what sends his threadbare life into free fall is the designation of a dead man promising to return home soon.

Jojo, This job is already taking longer than I thought, but I have a lead. I’m sorry that I left so abruptly, but I promise to be back soon. Please understand that I needed something to keep my mind busy. Maybe you’re doing the same. I wish you were here with me. Love, Noriaki

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🐬 Jotaro Kujo 🐬 [02] SEGUNDO ENCUENTRO

Sinopsis: Este segundo encuentro fue el más esperado por ambos, sin embargo, no todo sale como uno lo planea o desea.

Ship: Jotaro Kujo, Rem Halloween

Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Recuento de palabras: 4762

Jotaro: *No había tenido tiempo para buscar la ropa en la lavandería, ni siquiera tenía tiempo de ir a ver lavadoras de ropa y pensaba mucho en comprarse una. El trabajo lo agotaba, y aunque quiso vacacionar en Japón, después de la charla de anoche le llegó un mail de su jefe, diciéndole que debía dar dos charlas informativas en el mismo edificio donde se hacían diferentes tipos de eventos. Tan solo de pensarlo lo cansaba mucho, estaba en una etapa donde quería solo trabajar esa pequeña hora y luego hacer su vida, pero no, debía dar más de su tiempo y descansar menos. No le parecía tan justo siendo que trabajaba allí por muchos años, no eran nada flexibles* Yare yare daze... *Comentó con cansancio, en su habitación de hotel se impregnaba un silencio increíble pero que a veces le molestaba. Aunque no pareciese, muchas veces se sentía solo y odiaba esa presión en el pecho, es como una brisa que a veces asoma, y teme mucho de ella. Suspiró otra vez mientras buscaba las llaves para salir de su departamento, encontró la tarjetita que le dio Rem, se la había guardado en modo automático cuando salió a la charla de la mañana, ahora ya oscurecía. Leyó las letras y números brillantes en el cartonsito. Se detuvo por un momento, ¿le hacía daño tener encuentros casuales con este chico? No, ¿a él le hacía daño? No, ¿era correcto todo esto? Sí, no le veía nada malo ¿Y si...? No, tampoco. Negó con la cabeza y apuntó el número entre sus contactos y lo agregó como "Rem H", pero luego lo lo modificó por "Rem H (Reina)". Nadie iba a saber que entre sus contactos tenía a alguien así añadido y con eso era suficiente. Miró la hora en su plateado reloj* Siete y media de la tarde *Pensaba que era un buen horario para hablarle, no sabía nada de su rutina ni sus actividades así que creía que no le molestaría un mensaje de texto. Abrió su contacto y le escribió:

— Hola, Rem. Buenas tardes, soy Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro: *Y mientras salía por fin del hotel a buscar su ropa ya lavada y seca, chateaba con el joven que al parecer estaba en línea*.

— Hola, Sr. Kujo, me alegra que me hayas escrito ¿Cómo va su estadía?

Jotaro: *Le sorprendía realmente lo formales que podían ser al hablar. Era obvio también, no tenían tanta confianza como para una charla más informal, se habían conocido hace dos días*.

— Con trabajo extra, ¿cómo está usted?

Jotaro: *Cruzó la calle una vez la luz verde estaba encendida y el pitido se hacía notar, entró a la lavandería y notaba que la máquina no había terminado el proceso de secado, ¡y tanta preocupación para nada! Realmente quería preguntarle si podían verse otra vez, pero habiendo pasado tan solo dos días desde su primer encuentro, no quería verse desesperado. Pero aunque no lo iba a admitir nunca, fue un momento especial y suma relajación. Jamás se sintió tan tranquilo, en confianza y coqueto en toda su vida. Después de aquella sesión de cosquillas y su extra, pudieron hablar fluidamente de ellos, sus oficios y algunos de sus hobies. Quería que otra vez sucediese*.

— Con trabajo extra también, pero cuerdo ¿Quiere ir a cenar en algún momento? O desayunar si no puede en la noche.

Jotaro: *Sacó la ropa seca de la máquina lavadora y la puso en un canasto, pero ni terminó, atendió rápido el teléfono apenas escuchó el sonido de una nueva notificación ¡y menuda suerte! Lo había invitado él, no tuvo que ser tan obvio. Esbozó una sonrisa y respondió*.

— Desayunar si es posible, tengo una charla esta noche y realmente necesito descansar. Déjeme invitarle.

— No. Ya me invitó. Mi departamento, ¿09:00 am está bien?

— Sí, perfecto ¿dirección?

Jotaro: (Vaya, ¿y esto?) *Puso la ropa en el canasto porque una señora le preguntó si podía apurarse, ya que no había máquinas disponibles* Sí, disculpa *Respondió en japonés y se retiró del local con una bolsa con su ropa limpia. Ya en su departamento, dejó la bolsa sobre la cama y se recostó para seguir chateando*.

— Te mandaré ubicación mañana, así me encuentras :)

— Tarea sencilla, ¿algo más que quieras pedirme, reina?

Jotaro: *Hubieron varios segundos de silencio, de responder al instante todo se detuvo. Esperó varios minutos pero nada, y al mensaje ya lo había visto. Dedujo que también tenía sus cosas, así que simplemente se ocupó en ordenar la ropa que trajo y colgarla. Se fue a duchar y cuando salió escuchó la notificación*.

— No, está bien. Disculpa la demora

— ¿Seguro? ¿Qué quiere para el desayuno?

Jotaro: *Otro pronunciado silencio, más bien, pausa. Quizás a Rem le daba vergüenza en responder esas preguntas, o quizás no le agradaba cómo le hablaba y trataba, o cabía la posibilidad de que realmente no quería nada. Este jugueteo además de divertido era confuso, y conocerlo más lo ansiaba como nunca antes*.

— No insistiré, perdona

Jotaro: *Le escribe, posiblemente fue un poco lejos. Ya de por sí le confesó a un desconocido sobre su fetiche, y era un enorme avance según vio por su actitud*.

— Una pluma

Jotaro: *Al ver la respuesta del profesional de la seguridad pública, lo sorprendió ¿una pluma? Era obvio que iba a ser para sus jugueteos, pero ¿qué clase de pluma? ¿larga? ¿corta? ¿blanda y suave o dura y rígida? ¿de qué color? ¡No lo sabía, tod esto era muy nuevo! No tardó en responder, no quería darle la sensación de que lo estaba pensando, además, no era nada fuera de lo normal. Conocía algunos fetiches que la gente le comentó que otras personas tenían, por ejemplo, usar pañales y despegarlos de su pegamento a una silla, o el ser azotados, o que te orinen encima; muchas de esas cosas no estaba dispuesto a realizar, pero a lo que quería decir, es que las cosquillas sí le eran divertidas, incluso tiernas*.

— Muy bien. Nos vemos mañana

— Perfecto. Gracias, Kujo Jotaro

Jotaro: *No pudo evitar que una pequeña sonrisa aparezca en su rostro. Prefería hablar más en persona que por un estúpido aparato electrónico y plano ¿qué tantas emociones causaría eso? Después de la breve charla, se dispuso a terminar de acomodar la ropa, ordenar la habitación de hotel un poco y a seguir preparándose para la charla en la noche la cual iba a ser agotadora, incluso, que lo subestimaría*.

Jotaro: *Cuando despertó, sintió las suavidad de las sábanas y un frío recorrer su espalda, así que abrazó la almohada y suspiró, sentía su cuerpo muy cansado todavía ¿Qué había pasado en la charla? Quería seguir durmiendo pero antes, debía dar un repaso de la noche anterior. Dio esa charla que preparó por semanas, todos le aplaudieron y hubo una breve cena, sirvieron cosas muy deliciosas pero solo comió un par de platos. Recordaba muy bien el rostro de una mujer de cabello marrón muy oscuro, corto, y ella era alta, tan solo varios centímetros menos que él. No recordaba su nombre pero fue amable preguntándole algunas cosas de su trabajo. Bebió un par de copas de champagne sabor pera, estaba delicioso así que trató de hacer memoria de la marca, pero ahora no lo recordaba. Y después de esa noche... ¿qué pasó? Bueno, era un hecho que volvió a casa, pero... ¿tenía otro compromiso? No, solo descansar* Yare yare daze... *Suspiró una vez más y soltó la almohada para colocarse boca arriba sobre la cama, darse media vuelta y esperar ver la ventana y sus cortinas algo translúcidas, pero se sobresaltó al notar que esta no era su habitación ¡Terminó en la casa de quien sabe quién!* ¿Eh? *Se enderezó y recorrió con la mirada la habitación, todo era muy pulcro, ordenado, perfecto. Vio su ropa doblada en una silla al costado, sus anteojos para leer sobre la mesita de noche y pantuflas que no eran suyas. Bajó de la cama y caminó con esas pantuflas que le dejaron* ¿Hola? *Miró la hora en el reloj de pared, eran las 05:12 AM. Salió de la habitación y bajó las escaleras. Se impresionó al ver lo grande que era la sala de estar, conectada al comedor y la cocina, no había paredes que la dividiesen. El ventanal con vista a la ciudad lo hipnotizó un momento, ese paisaje era hermoso y más a esas horas, aunque la sensación sí era extraña por estar levantado en la casa de alguien que no recordaba haber conocido. Escuchó unas pisadas detrás suyo y se dio la vuelta velozmente, incluso con la intención de golpear a quien quiera que querría herirlo* ¿Rem? *Suspiró aliviado* ¿Qué hago aquí?

Rem: *Vestía una bata de dormir gris claro, su cabello estaba atado en un rodete* Buenos días, ¿no recuerdas? Me mandaste un mensaje anoche.

Jotaro: Oh, no, no... ¿En serio?

Rem: *Asiente con la cabeza* Dijiste en el mensaje que querías verme, dije que sí, viniste y cenamos un poco, pero te quedaste dormido apenas tocaste la cama, así que te dejé dormir.

Jotaro: Ya veo. Disculpa *Frota sus ojos* Debí estar muy cansado entonces.

Rem: Sí, lo noté.

Jotaro: Lamento si... la noche iba para otra dirección y me quedé dormido *Lo mira a los ojos, sentía verguenza por tener una noche de pasión con alguien y dormirse antes de eso, ¿qué clase de persona hacía eso?*

Rem: *Se le forma una suave sonrisa* Hey *Levanta su mano* No hay problema, noté que bebiste un poco. A veces no nos damos cuenta de lo cansados que estamos *Baja su mano* No estoy ofendido ni molesto, me alegra que hayas podido dormir bien.

Jotaro: *Pudo sentir cómo sus mejillas se calentaban un poquito con su respuesta tan calmada, pasiva, comprensiva, no se lo esperaba para nada* Entonces... ¿aquí vives? *Mira a su alrededor* Es amplio.

Rem: Sí, es el último piso del edificio de hecho, las vistas son increíbles *Se da media vuelta para dirigirse a la cocina* ¿Quieres algo caliente? Ya está por empezar el día *Presiona el botón de la cafetera expreso para que automáticamente haga el café, ya lo había molido de antemano* No tuvimos sexo, por si te lo preguntas.

Jotaro: *Camina y se sienta en la mesada alta de desayuno* Sí, por favor *El aroma del café invadió con decisión la gran habitación, tan delicioso y característico, amaba tomar un buen café en la mañana luego de dormir profundamente* Sí, lo supuse, lo lamento.

Rem: Ya te dije, no hay problema *Saca el envoltorio plástico que cubría un bowl metálico con masa que hizo anoche, se puso unos guantes de látex nuevos y agarró cierta cantidad para pesarla en una báscula pequeña. Luego la aplanó y colocó la masa en una plancha caliente*.

Jotaro: Cuanta atención. Mhh.. huele delicioso *Refiriéndose al café y al pan que se tostaba, el aroma sí que lo ponía de buen humor*.

Rem: No recibo casi a nadie en casa, de hecho, eres el primer invitado después de cuarenta y dos meses sin que alguien pase aquí.

Jotaro: *No pudo evitar sorprenderse* ¿Tantos meses sin recibir gente?

Rem: Sí, simplemente no me gusta que invadan mi espacio. Hacer reuniones con muchas personas no es de mi agrado, prefiero estar tranquilo aquí. Además, han propuesto venir con sus mascotas, sabiendo de mi condición. Fue un no rotundo *Suspira y le sirve el café en una pequeña taza verde*.

Jotaro: ¿Tampoco tu familia? *Toma la taza y da unos pequeños sorbos* Mh, gracias por el café. Está muy bueno.

Rem: Gracias *Prepara otro café para él mismo* No, me he separado de mi familia, quienes estaban allí no me representaban y hubo altercados de por medio, así que vine a Japón a empezar una vez más. Aquí la gente no hace contacto físico a menudo como en mi país de origen, aún así, el trabajo no era lo que esperaba. Extraño enfrentarme a grandes desafíos, pero en cambio he hecho por dos años los mismos trámites y protocolos básicos. Es aburrido, es por eso que me preparo para postularme a otro trabajo con otros roles. El tiempo dirá *Se sienta en la silla alta frente a Jotaro y le da varios sorbos al café. Su cuerpo finalmente se relaja*.

Jotaro: Ya veo *Otro sorbo a su café* Entonces, ¿sueles trabajar los días...?

Rem: *Se asoma una pequeña sonrisa en su rostro* ¿Por qué? *Se inclina un poco hacia adelante* ¿Quieres pasar a visitarme más seguido?

Jotaro: *No se esperaba esa pregunta, esas incinuaciones pero él tenía razón, quería visitarlo más seguido. Es como que si el encontrarse con él, el estar con él, pasar tiempo juntos, le daba el calor que buscaba y extrañaba de hace mucho tiempo. Obviamente no lo iba a admitir ni siquiera en voz alta. Se quedó en silencio varios segundos desviando su mirada, no podía requerir a cubrirse con su gorra porque no la tenía puesta* M-mh, bueno *Piensa en algo para contraatacar*, a una reina hay que entregarle cierto tipo de ofrendas *Bebe otro sorbo de café, el último* ¿no es así cómo funciona? *Ahora se cruzaba de brazos esperando su respuesta*.

Rem: (No fue tan rápido pero sí muy astuto) *Endereza su espalda* Así es, ¿qué tienes para ofrecerme entonces?

Jotaro: Traje lo que me pediste *Ahora mostraba seguridad en su mirada y su atrevida sonrisa*.

Rem: *Y así cómo su sonrisa de superioridad y armadura se desmontó. Anoche tuvo que trabajar en papeleo extra y había olvidado totalmente lo que le pidió por mensaje de texto* A-ah, eh *Mira hacia otra dirección y luego se levanta para darle la vuelta a los panes* Me había olvidado completamente de eso *Deja varios de los panes en un plato completamente liso, no tenía curvas formando aquellos bordes para contener lo que sea que sirva, parecía una losa de piso*.

Jotaro: Yo no *Responde tomando una rebanada de pan. Come el pan con un poco de manteca que sirvió Rem en la mesa* Mh, *Mastica* espero que sea ofrenda suficiente... me dirás cuando la probemos *Sigue masticando, pero nota que Rem aparta rápidamente la mirada cuando justo lo vio hablar con la boca llena de comida, algo que quizás a otra persona no le molestaría, a él sí* Disculpa *Se limpia la boca con un pedazo de papel*.

Rem: *Sus mejillas estaban demasiado coloradas con todo lo que mencionó, quiso enfrentarlo pero si hablaba otra vez quizás diría alguna tontería. Bebió más del café y se limitó a servir unas fresas cortadas que dejó de antemano*.

Jotaro: *Nota el nerviosismo de su acompañante, así que debía hacerle sentir más confianza y dar calor a la conversación y al ambiente* Hacía mucho que no desayunaba tan completo ¿Puedo pedirte otro expreso? Si no es molestia.

Rem: Oh, no lo es *Sonríe más relajado* También tomaré otro, necesito energía hoy *Sus antenas estaban expuestas y mientras se hacía el café, las acariciaba un poco con la intención de peinarlas*.

Jotaro: *Por un momento mira el cuerpo de Rem, delgado pero fuerte, tenía una nuca que brillaba como una perla al estar expuesto por su tipo de corte de cabello. También le llamaba la atención su cintura levemente marcada, no tenía caderas prominentes, de por sí los hombres no las tenían ¿por qué le atraía tanto este chico? ¿qué cosas le atraían de él en específico? Desvío su mirada y se fijó en el paisaje nocturno, tanta iluminación que las estrellas apenas se veían* ¿Aún con esta altura no se ven las estrellas?

Rem: No. Pero pronto me mudare a un departamento con más pisos, dicen que en el último atraviesa las nubes *Se da media vuelta y sirve dos tazas de café* Aquí tienes *Se vuelve a sentar* Y... ¿Star Platinum? ¿No querrá un café también?

Jotaro: Mh *Esboza una pequeña sonrisa*, no, pero está ansioso de saludarte *Lo hace aparecer, pocas veces su propio stand tomaba decisiones por sí solo cuando lo invocaba. Apenas se hizo su presencia, se acercó para saludarlo con una reverencia*.

Rem: Hola, Sr. Platinium *Le sonríe con amabilidad* Es increíble la masa muscular que tiene, ¿por qué lleva un- *Es interrumpido de repente*.

Jotaro: No lo sé, se viste así desde que apareció *Da un suspiro y bebe del café. Toma un pan y le coloca unas fresas arriba, estaba tranquilo y cómodo allí, y todo estaba delicioso. Vio cómo Star Platinum acariciaba y tocaba con curiosidad las antenas de Rem, tan suaves e incluso esponjosas. Quería tocarlas también, pero debía lavarse las manos y ponerse guantes, lo mamo de todo esto es que no sentiría la verdadera suavidad de su piel*.

Rem: Tienes un cabello muy sedoso *Usaba guantes todo el tiempo, pero antes de tocar al stand, se los cambió y pasó sus manos por su cabellera* Wow *Veía destellos muy pequeños*, parece que tiene una galaxia...

Jotaro: Sí, aunque he pasado muchos años con él, sigue siendo una caja de sorpresas *Bebe de la taza y toma el sexto pan para ponerle fresas y manteca*.

Star Platinum: *Se sentó en la silla que estaba al lado de Rem para observar sus antenas y jugar con ellas, tenía curiosidad y su textura tan suave le era muy llamativo*.

Jotaro: Le agradas *Dice tomando otro sorbo de café, podría pedirle muchos más de esos por lo ricos que estaban, pero no quería abusar de su hospitalidad, de por sí lo recibió anoche mientras vagaba en otra dimensión a saber cuál*.

Rem: Me agrada también *Fue entonces cuando tanto él cómo Star Platinum y Jotaro se voltearon para ver cómo el sol los iluminaba, el amanecer desde esa altura era precioso y majestuoso. Hacía muchísimo frío afuera pero la casa tenía calefacción general y la estadía era mucho más reconfortante*.

Rem: Vaya, bonito día va a ser hoy *Se pone de pie cuando termina el café* Déjame lavarlo *Toma la taza de Jotaro que ya estaba vacía y se da media vuelta para lavar las tazas y los platitos*.

Jotaro: Claro, ¿te ayudo en algo?

Rem: Oh, no, descuida. Ya casi termino *Dice mientras lavaba el bowl donde estaba la masa, lo había cambiado de lugar a otro. Hubo un silencio en la habitación, no sabría decir si era incómodo o no, normalmente los hombres se quedaban en silencio por buen rato y eso se consideraba una charla entre ellos*.

Jotaro: *Mira su teléfono un momento, no tenía mensajes pendientes o nuevos, tampoco mails que le hayan llegado* Rem, *Deja el teléfono en la mesa* ¿te gustaría que te haga cosquillas?

Rem: *La pregunta lo heló, ¿qué debía responder? Es decir, sí, era obvio, sí o no, pero no era nada difícil* M-mh, yo... eh... *Termina de lavar los últimos platos y se pone a secarlos*.

Jotaro: Puedo hacértelas, solo tienes que perdirlas, es todo *Mira el plato con los panes y se come el último. Ya estaba decidido en que la próxima vez que se verían —si es que habría una próxima vez— lo invitaría a un bar, o a su departamento, o un restaurante*.

Rem: *Da un suspiro y limpia la mesada de la cocina, luego de haber guardado cada plato en su lugar. Se quita los guantes, lava sus manos y se pone unos nuevos*.

Jotaro: *Se pone de pie y se acerca a Rem* Reitero lo que dije la otra vez, puedes llamarme cuando quieras cosquillas o sexo, *Le deja el plato vacío de los panes en el lavabo y se encarga él mismo de lavarlo* no había ningún problema *Lo seca a la perfección y se lo da a Rem para que lo guarde*.

Rem: *Su cara no podía estar ardiendo más de lo que ya lo hacía, puso el plato de forma automática en su lugar en la alacena de arriba, que lo obligó a estirar sus brazos por lo bajo que era*.

Jotaro: (Es increíble, ¿tanta vergüenza le da? Bueno, no es tan fácil como te lo hacen parecer, pero no me ha ni siquiera mirado) *Decidió usar una última carta, la que le pidió que traiga* Ya compré las plumas *Saca de su chaqueta una bolsita hermética con una pluma blanca dentro, era de esas largas y más rígidas, pero debajo había otra del mismo tamaño con la diferencia que era mucho más suave y esponjosa. Las saca de su envoltorio y pasa la segunda por el cuello de su compañero, obligándolo a mirarlo* Ofrezco estas ofrendas, reina mantis *Le regala una sonrisa amable para tranquilizarlo*.

Rem: *Se sentía tan sumiso, tan débil y pequeño, y eso no era malo, le gustaba mucho sentirse así, le fascinaba* M-me encantaría... que me hagas cosquillas *Lo mira a los ojos, pero rápidamente baja su mirada a otro lado*.

Jotaro: *Su corazón dio un vuelco al escucharlo decir esas palabras, su mirada tan tímida, ¿por qué le agradaba tanto? ¿le resultaba tierno? Esto nunca le pasó con otra persona, ¿qué tenía Rem entonces?* Claro, las que quieras *Le habla en un tono normal para darle a entender que lo que hacían era normal, nada que fuese extraño o insólito* Ven, vamos al sofá *Se pone de pie de la silla alta y le estrecha la mano*.

Rem: *Asiente con la cabeza y con cuidado, toma su mano. No podía creer que esto estaba pasando, era su fantasía hecha realidad ¿qué más podía pedir? Una vez Jotaro se sentó, se sentó a su lado* ¿Te gusta el jazz?

Jotaro: Claro, por supuesto *No se esperaba esa pregunta, pero creo que un poco de música no estaría nada mal, y más para un momento de intimidad como la suya* ¿quieres poner alguna canción? No me molestaría.

Rem: *Asiente con la cabeza y toma el control remoto de la mesita ratonera y enciende unos parlantes que estaban bien distribuidos en la sala, haciendo que la relajación sea más profunda y bien escuchada. Puso jazz alegre, movido para este momento*.

[ M Ú S I C A ]

Jotaro: *Ahora el ambiente era mucho mejor que antes, el sol dando a la enorme sala, los restos del aroma a café, manteca y pan y música animada y relajante. Era muy diferente a su departamento, posiblemente era la razón por la cual quería visitarlo, porque en compañía se sentía increíble, cómodo, como en casa* Me gusta *Toma la iniciativa y deja que Star Platinum tome la cintura de Rem y lo acerque a Jotaro con suavidad* Ven *Lo sienta sobre sus muslos* ¿Está bien aquí? mi ropa está limpia, pero puedo-

Rem: No, no *Se acomoda y te mira con una leve sonrisa* Está perfecto, descuida *Con sumo cuidado fue desabrochando su bata de dormir, debajo usaba una polera de cuello de tortuga y mangas largas*.

Jotaro: Lindo, ¿quieres poner la calefacción más alta? Si te desnudas no quiero que te resfríes *Con cuidado, le acomoda un mechón de cabello detrás de la oreja*.

Rem: Sí, sería lo mejor *Estira su brazo y presiona unos botones al costado del apoyabrazos del sofá, ahí tenía un regulador de ciertas cosas en la casa y una de ellas era la calefacción, así que la bajó un poco y el ambiente se puso aún mejor* Lis- *Iba a decir que todo estaba preparado para seguir, pero Jotaro se adelantó y pasó muy suavemente la pluma por detrás de su oreja e iba bajando hasta su cuello* M-mh *Muerde su labio inferior, el tacto era tan delicado que lo enloquecía*.

Jotaro: *Se detuvo un momento para darle la vuelta a la pluma y pasar la zona dura que la sostenía, su punta era suave de igual forma pero igual de firme. Apoyó esa zona en su cuello y fue bajando lentamente por su clavícula y de allí hasta terminar en uno de sus pezones sobre la polera, que por los escalofríos se habían puesto duros*.

Rem: *Se le escapa una risita de repente y eso lo sorprendió, no sabía que tenía cosquillas en esa zona* Jiji, lo siento *Dice por la verguenza que sentía*.

Jotaro: ¿Por qué te disculpas? El que te rías es el punto, ¿no? *Hizo círculos con el palito alrededor de su pezón, también rascaba un poco más abajo* Me pregunto si tienes cosquillas por aquí *Dijo rascando en los alrededores*.

Rem: Pff- Jijiji *No pudo evitar doblarse en dos y tener pequeños espasmos, gracias al calor del lugar no se le ponía la piel de gallina, pero sus pezones seguían duros. El cosquilleo era bastante fuerte* P-parece que sí *Siguió riéndose hasta intentar esquivar la pluma* E-es vergonzoso jejeje

Jotaro: ¿A dónde vas? *Con su otra mano libre aprovechó a rascar suavemente su cintura*.

Rem: ¡Jajajaja! *Su risa saltó en volumen y empezó a moverse un poco más frenético* E-es que ¡jajaja! ¡me haces cosquillas! *Y una vez más la pluma regresó a su pezón para pasar por arriba y alrededor* ¡Jajajajajaja! *Se inclinó hacia un costado pero terminó acostado en el sofá boca arriba y tratando de esconder su pecho haciéndose bolita*.

Jotaro: (Lindo) *No pudo evitar sonreír al verlo así* Pensé que querías esto, ¿no lo quieres o te haces el difícil? Veo que te resistes, deberé ser más insistente *Se acercó a él y con una mano cosquilleó su barriga como una garra tratando de agarrar algo*.

Rem: ¡No, no! *Se retorció como un gusanito después de eso* ¡Jajajaja! ¡C-creí que! ¡Jajajajajaja! ¡Usarías la pluma!

Jotaro: Oh, es verdad *Mira la pluma pensando qué hacer* Mhh... Después *Deja la pluma sobre la mesita baja y sigue haciéndole cosquillas en la barriga, su mano era bastante grande y en parte, sospechaba que eso le gustaba a su compañero*.

Rem: ¡Jajajajajajajajajajajaja! *Trató de escabullirse dándose la media vuelta, pero luego sintió presiones en sus costillas y eso lo obligó a ir a ese lado, estando aún boca arriba* ¡S-star Platinum! ¡Jajajajaja! ¡A-ayúdame!

Jotaro: Oh, llamarlo será mucho peor para ti *Sonríe con maldad, estaba dispuesto a hacerle reír mucho más esta noche o quizás no, dependiendo de cómo iban saliendo las cosas* ¿o mejor? *Se detiene un segundo para mirarlo y dejarlo descansar*.

Rem: N-no lo propongas de esa manera *Dice con las mejillas coloradas, no, toda su cara y cuello ¡y tan solo pasaron unos minutos! Sus alas estaban un poco arrugadas aún así, eso no le causaba dolor, eran bastante elásticas*.

Jotaro: Mhh *Se acomoda y se sienta sobre las caderas del pequeño Rem, pero con ayuda de las rodillas no lo aplastaba del todo* Pero... ¿te gustaría que mi stand ayude? *Encorva una ceja mirándolo a los ojos. Se le escapa una risita al verlo nervioso*.

Rem: E-eh, n-no, digo *Niega con la cabeza pero sí quería realmente que Star Platinum ayude, pero no quería molestarlo*.

Jotaro: Piensas demasiado *No tardó un segundo más y metió ambas manos debajo de su polerón para levantarlo un poco y rascar sus costillas. Se sorprendió al notar mejor con la luz que su cuerpo estaba bien ejercitado pero tampoco tenía una enorme masa muscular que sobresaliese, era el equilibrio perfecto* Lindo

Rem: ¡Jajajajajajaja! *Se sacudió un poco más que antes, y mucho más cuando se centró en sus axilas* ¡No no no no! ¡J-Jotaro! ¡Jajajajaja!

Jotaro: No exploré tanto la última vez que nos vimos... ¿qué nuevos conocimientos puedo adquirir hoy? tengo una curiosidad profesional *Sonríe moviendo sus manos hacia ambos de sus pezones y rascar con cuidado pero rápido, a veces usaba su pulgar para presionar sus costillas o sus axilas*.

Rem: ¡JAJAJAJAJAJA! *Su cabello se desordenaba cada vez más y su cara cada vez se tornaba más rojita hasta llegar a sus orejas* ¡Noooo! *Otra vez sus pezones se endurecieron por los escalofríos y las cosquillas* ¡Q-Que verguenza! ¡JAJAJAJAJAJA! ¡D-deja de mirarme!

Jotaro: *Se detuvo otra vez solo para dejarlo descansar, verlo con la cara colorada quizás no era un buen síntoma, pero al presenciar el escenario completo —pecho desnudo, zonas algo rojitas de haber rascado tanto, pezones duros, mejillas rojas, cabello desordenado—, su miembro empezaba a notarse en los pantalones que llevaba puestos* (Mierda, esto sí que es vergonzoso... ¿debería detenerme? ¿ir al baño? Hace mucho tiempo que no tengo sexo, ¿qué debería hacer? ¿y qué debería hacer con una persona con TOC? ¡Mierda, mierda! ¡MIERDA!).

Rem: *No se había percatado de la situación, se estaba recuperando de la sacudida que le dio* ¡M-Mh! *Se sobresaltó al sentir la pluma otra vez* M-Mh *Sí, la estaba pasando lentamente por su pecho y clavícula* Mhh.. Jijiji *Le dio más escalofríos por toda su columna vertebral* Debes tener una linda vista desde allí... *Había sacado su lado seductor, atrevido, así miraba a Jotaro ahora mismo*.

Jotaro: *Traga con dificultad, esto solo lo ponía más duro* R-Rem (Solo menciónalo, pero ¿querrá ocuparse de su "problema"? Tiene un TOC terrible, ¡¿y si esto lo altera mucho más?!) *Elevó suavemente sus caderas para que él no sientiera su erección y aprovechó a taparla un poco con sus brazos* ¿te gustaría que... (¡Piensa rápido!) eh... *Pero se estaba tardando mucho*.

Rem: *Lo mira un poco confundido y finalmente lo ve, su erección*.

*Hubo un silencio que duró varios segundos y los dos se miraron sin saber qué hacer o qué decir*.

Las ilustraciones que aparezcan son hechas por mí, son de mi propiedad. Instagram Agash_Rotddom Las ilustraciones de fondos o paisajes son propiedad de sus propios autores, los links de sus trabajos están enlazados.

[ghostoftheyear]

I've been thinking about how I tag things in AO3 -- minimally, though I try to cover the bases for triggers and major story events. It's been on my mind more as time passes and trends of how people tag their fic change.

Like, when I started posting fic, I was putting it on my website or on a mailing list; there was no tagging, just basics like the fic name, the thing it was based on (the mailing list was a comic book fandom, so you'd have like the book's title and the characters involved), a rating, maybe a summary or note as to the fic's content (i.e. if it was slash, gen, etc.), the length of the fic by kb count or word count. That was it. You saw this header info, and you chose to read or not based on that. You got what the author gave you. The end.

Now, I look at tags on AO3 and they feel like they spoil the whole fic. There's a list of everything that happens in the fic, from kissing to specific sex acts. There's X kind of smut, with Y and Z tools involved. There's X type of Y character portrayal (Sane Sephiroth is one I see frequently in the FFVII tags, and I guess that's a choice). It's kind of overwhelming.

Obviously, certain tags, such as ones for certain themes in the fic, or character death, or warnings for gore or sexual assault or, idk, mpreg, are valuable and necessary. I consider them vital to the fic. It's important to let readers know so they can make an informed choice. But when the tags start covering every aspect of the fic, I can't help but wonder what the point is.

Especially when I look at a lot of the fic that I put up when I got my AO3 account in 2012 or whenever, and the tags are extremely basic: characters, pairings, any major thing that I think might need to be warned for, and... that's about it. Sometimes I wonder if I should go back and add to them.

But you know what? Not only is that a lot of effort I don't have the energy for, I don't want to. I don't intend to summarize my entire fic in the tags. My fic doesn't need a tag that notes "Kujo Jotaro Smokes" because I'm pretty confident that anyone reading my JJBA fic will be aware of a basic character trait. (And yes, that is an existing tag on AO3. Why? Why anything? Why do people persist in adding ship names to the tags, even when the ship is clearly stated in the pairing? I searched for Prompto/Ignis; an additional "Promnis" tag is overkill.)

In other words, I'm not going to change how I tag. You'll get the fic I give you, and you'll like it.

[kxjostarr]

thuganomxcs asked: "Since when did you have the right to spy on me?"  

General Sentences, Vol. 18

"Spy on you?" The young woman was confused by the accusation, "I wasn't spying on you, I was looking past you. Besides, you don't have anything that catches my eye."

[mailboxxi]

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[forfamily]

...It was undoubtedly a treat, hearing her name in his voice. She lingered a bit longer after Doctor Kujo departed before she went upstairs to check on Koichi, who explained Jotaro had just been there to retrieve his bag. And while he reassured him nothing was wrong, Koichi still looked at her, as though he wanted confirmation from a different source.

"It was just a little kerfuffle between gentlemen. It's been sorted now. You get your rest, Mister Koichi."

Bianca went about her day, listened to reports, and sorted mail and invitations to parties. She did a walk-through of the destroyed part of her home, sorting through what could be salvaged or preserved. She could only hope that Jotaro’s uncle could do what Jotaro said he could do.

It was roughly eight hours later that Bianca appeared outside Jotaro's rooms. She pushed a dinner cart with homemade cheesy Ricotta gnocchi topped with a rich sauce made with butternut squash, spinach, and Gorgonzola. For sides, there was a marinated tomato salad tossed with basil, herb dressing, and fresh mozzarella, and freshly made parmesan pesto bread rolls. A bottle of Soave sat, unopened. There were two servings each, as well as two glasses.

She took a breath and lifted her hand to knock on the door.

His aqua stare directly shifted to reach back her amber one, right as she called him by his first name, the very first time she did. She was right, they could state it as being mutual at this point… Regardless, of all things, he did not notice that her legs had been bare. Now that she mentioned it, he was glad it was not the other way around. It was fine, those were just legs and he was not a thirsty degenerate like the majority of men that seems to lurk around here on their knees for her -or so, in his own impression.

Blinking, Jotaro remained seated for now, his arms moving so his elbows were against his laps, his chin resting on top of his pointed out thumbs as his still crossed hands were in front of his mouth, giving him a thoughtful gesture. There was a slight problem regarding that.

‘’He’s in Japan, I’ll see what I can do about it.’’

With what happened to Koichi, he was not sure if the place was safe enough to have Josuke as well around here. While still thinking about it, the biologist slowly got up, his gigantic height seeming infinite in front of the much smaller woman, her head barely ending at his shoulder. He could give her a head pat fairly easily if he wanted to but restrained on doing so. That would be a little weird and stupid of him.

‘’Now if you don’t mind, I’ll go get back my stuff, then will get back in my room.’’

Though he didn’t admit it, the words didn’t need to be said as it evidently showed. The man was exhausted and needed a freaking sleep. If someone or something else gets in his way, he’ll probably throw them out a window next time.

Without further ado, Jotaro walked to the exit, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, he stopped himself for a moment to speak over his shoulder.

‘’The offer of seeing this aquarium you spoke about earlier still remains. See you soon, Bianca.’’

The door opened and he walked off, casually bringing (once more) his hands in his pockets, his steps almost (and remarkably) inaudible, despite his stature.

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

I often think bout being Jotaro's cat hybrid. I'm a very calm person, so I'd make a very calm catgirl. But Jotaro strikes me as the kind of person to bother cats, like picking them up to force them to sleep with him or maybe petting them even though the cat is on the verge of hissing. But it's fine. As his cat hybrid one of the tasks I got to do is improve his mental health by purring

I can definitely see Jotaro needing some time to get used to being around a cat hybrid. He’s fascinated by the things that might startle you or make your ears flick back in irritation. He’s someone who likes his own space, too, so he supposes he can get used to it if you need yours.

But even if he won’t admit it right away in words, he does appreciate your company and seeks it out. He’ll try to pet you or get you to play with him sometimes when you aren’t feeling it, but as you both get into a rhythm of how to exist and share space together, it ends up being beneficial for both of you!

Petting cats has been scientifically proven to positively impact mental and physical health, and likewise, there’s got to be plenty of benefits to having a cat hybrid around! Jotaro really loves scratching your chin or petting you, and his heart will melt if you sit in his lap while he does research. There’s even a cat bed in his office next to his desk now, even if he knows you prefer to nap on him. Not every day is easy, but he finds himself doing a lot better now that he has you.

[vignalistudio]

Kujo is such a sweet dog, look at that face…he wouldn’t hurt a flea.

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