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signanothername · 2 months
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Doodle requesting more wholesome Josuke family moments because I'm in love with your art style 🙏
CHCHHVHC THANK YOU SM! <33333
And hell ya, kinda took your ask as an excuse to clean up a comic I already had sketched before but was lacking motivation to finish
Tomoko and Josuke best son and mom fr
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And you also get Joseph and Jotaro lil sketches cause they’re the best family ever <3333
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Im several weeks late on this realization but if Willy and Cassandra are legally married not only does that make Ron and Taylor step brothers, it makes Taylor Scary's step-great-uncle
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we-love-morioh-cho · 4 months
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Screaming crying throwing up - Barbara Ann gets to appear on screen and be a character and interact with her children?!?!?! This is all I've ever wanted!!! (praying she isn't just the oblivious and 'dumb' mum character who is a plot device for the Jojo)
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blackfalcon1800 · 3 months
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Sometimes I remember that Canonically, Giorno is biologically the child of three people, like man that really is a thing huh?
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localplaguenurse · 10 months
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Zhongli gets wifey pregnant for a sixth time, how is the main 5 reaction to their being unable to leave their mother's body alone? (Did I word that weird)
Also can I be Mistress/Lady Anon to make things easier?
100% honesty that was gonna be the original ending of the fic. Instead of them getting married again it was gonna be wifey telling Zhongli they're pregnant.
Depends on the ages I guess. If they were still relatively young (like the twins were still kids/teens) they'd be like "you don't have enough on your plate?" but obvs still very supportive because oh shit new sibling! (And also the oldest three would've been out of the house o y'know that does make things simpler.)
But if it's current genshin timeline oh god they would clown on the two so hard. Not even just that they waited like 1900+ years to pop out another (about 1983 to be hyperspecific, they had Yan two years after the end of the archon war and he was 15 when the twins arrived), but also that their literally newborn great grandchild is older than their sixth kid-
"You lot act like I'm some sort of baby factory. I was only pregnant four times, it's not as if we planned on having twins."
"Lmao are you saying this one's an accident?"
"This one's about to become my favourite child if you don't knock it off."
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right-there-ride-on · 16 days
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“Never Getting Rid of Me” animatic with Diego and Johnny…
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This is a what if scenario inspired by an incorrect quote I made last month: Link
I'm not exactly sure if I wanted this to be canon due to the fear of my OC being called a Mary-sue. But I wanted to play around with this idea just for fun, let me know what you guys think?
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Anyways, the story here takes place after the "Pet Shop arc" where Kakyoin and Iggy reunited with the group, except they took a breather at a Cairo hotel for food and sleep instead of heading to DIO's mansion immediately, they need some energy y'know. 
And Medea, a servant of DIO who was forced to work with the group, started to question her loyalty to her "Master" after spending a long time with her supposed enemies and watching over a formally-blinded Kakyoin, eventually warming up to them.
During dinner, when Jotaro mentioned how he learned Italian from his Mother, Medea let slip that her Father is actually Italian-American instead of full-blown American, revealing that this is due to her Paternal Grandmother being an Italian immigrant during WW2(which Joseph had been dragged into during "Battle Tendency" as you all know). 
When asked about her family history, she explained that her Grandmother had hidden her original last name from her family with the only clue being that it starts with a "Z", as well as her and her Father inheriting the same eye color as her long-lost Granduncle, whom she never met due to dying in Switzerland in the 1930's. All of this sounded way too familiar to Joseph and asked who was her late Granduncle, she replied that his name was "Caesar". Causing Joseph to yell out: "OH MY GOOOOOD!"
Afterwards, after making some calls to the Speedwagon Foundation, they did a little geological research and found out that her Paternal Grandmother was actually one of Caesar's younger sisters, which makes Medea one of the last living members of Zeppeli bloodline.
And the reason the Grandmother kept this hidden from her and her Father was because she didn't want to lose anymore family members to anymore tragedies involving Vampires, Stone Masks, and the Joestar bloodline(which unfortunately happened anyways).
This discovery made everyone question whether or not DIO is aware of this and is just using Medea as some cruel form of revenge against the Joestars by having the Zeppelis turning against them... This also kinda explains why Medea has an extensive collection of Legends and Myths regarding the "Pillar Men".
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I made a family tree to explain how Medea's related to the Zeppelis better. Actually, I wanted to add the Zeppeli bloodline from the "Steel Ball Run" universe for laughs, but decided against it because Medea doesn't appear in the Second timeline.
Medea King and Aeetes King belongs to me
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kkujo · 1 year
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people who still think kira and josefumi are related are literally the stupidest people ever oh my god
#a) it was literally only a theory based on ONE frame where fumi had the star birthmark. note how#1. kira didn't have it in that pic. 2. josefumi didn't have it in LITERALLY ANY OTHER FRAME including him as a child. 3. it's the first pic#of him and clearly his design wasn't 100% yet bc he had some different details (his eyes & shirt collar)#and 4(?) araki has made mistakes before e.g. the kakyoin polnareff earring thing etc etc#b) it's literally clarified that they're not related with the family trees. the only link between them before meeting#was that josefumi's grandfather found joseph joestars sandal with his name on it and named josefumi after that#IF JOSEPH WAS JOSEFUMI'S FATHER. WHY WOULD HIS GRANDPA NAME JOSEFUMI AFTER HIM.#IT'S LITERALLY CLARIFIED THAT JOSEPH IS A STRANGER TO THEIR FAMILY.#c) people seem to think they're somehow cousins/uncle and nephew bc of the jotaro&josuke link#but??? they're not parallels of josuke and jotaro??? it's a whole different universe#and josefumi is kind of a parallel to josuke but ALSO a parallel to jotaro being a kujo right.#kira is a parallel to jotaro being holly's son but also a parallel of KIRA OBVIOUSLY and kyo is a parallel of jotaro also AND okuyasu#while yasuho is a parallel to okuyasu and also koichi etc etc etc IT DOESN'T LINE UP LIKE THAT !#it's never ever been even implied that they're related 😭#the only reason people think it is bc of theories based on what's most likely a mistake#and people saying they're brothers is even weirder like???? where did you even get that from holy shit#read jojolion again and actually look at the details of their family trees and their backstories. you are literally wrong#and people are always so annoying about it too
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thecrackshiphouse · 2 years
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here is a family tree to help keep track of the chaos and bullshit that is this AU, I have recently added a couple characters that im working on drabbles for to add them into the AU properly. feel free to send any questions or ideas.
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highdio · 1 year
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Via jojowiki.com, Joestar Family Tree (JOJO's Bizarre Quizzes 500, December 2022).
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goatpaste · 4 months
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Entry 1 from the Diary of Holly Joestar
(written by @gncgang)
My Granpa is a cold man. His hands feel like ice, and they make me wanna shiver when he holds me but I don’t because he almost never holds me. I wish he did more. Papa jokes that he doesn’t know how to smile, and even though he didn’t sound like it he said he was joking after Mama glared at him. I’ve seen him smile, though. He smiles at Nonno and it’s small, but when Nonno makes him laugh I see his curvy sharp teeth which look like mine but bigger. Nonno isn’t like Granpa. He’s warm and he holds me all the time and he’s silly and nice and does funny faces for me. He’s not like Granpa at all, but they kiss all the time and Mama says they’re in love. I asked him about Granpa once. He chuckled, which made me confused cuz I wasn’t trying to be funny, but then he smiled at me but looked kinda sad too. “Your cōl-li is a very strange man. His feet are always cold, and what’s worse, he loves pressing them against me when we’re in bed PURELY to make me yelp,” he snickered and tickled my sides so I would also laugh. “I know it seems sometimes like he doesn’t care, but the truth is he doesn’t like other people to know when he’s sad. He’s silly that way, and that’s why he has me—so I can tell him he’s being an idiot and kiss him until he stops. Like this!” And then Nonno kissed my face all over like mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah and it was embarasing but it still made me laugh so hard I felt a little sick.
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I wish I could make Granpa laugh like Nonno does. When I make art at school I bring it home and show it to Mama and Papas and sometimes Uncle Bob and Granny Erina, but Granpa and Nonno travel a lot so they’re not here a lot. I did showed them once though. Miss Bonnie told us to draw our families on a tree, so I drew everyone, even Uncle Sanna and Uncle Smokey. Miss Bonnie asked me why Granpa was frowning in my drawing and she said that he should be smiling like everyone else, but I told her my Granpa doesn’t smile. She said “oh” and didn’t say anything else, so I guess it was ok. When I showed it to Nonno he smiled really big and said that I drew Granpa perfectly. I got excited when he said that, cuz I thought maybe if Nonno thought it was so good, maybe Granpa would also think it was good, and he would laugh and show his curvy sharp teeth like mine but bigger. I took it to him and I showed him how I drew him with purple crayon with long hair and a pointy horn (I forgot he had 3 horns not 1 when I was drawing him) and frowning cuz he’s always frowning. He didn’t laugh. He looked at it for a long long time, and then at me for a long long time, and then he said it was “adequate.” I don’t know what that means.
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bruhstation · 5 months
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after studying the blade and honing my thinking skills, I've perfected the haddock/billington family tree. or as I like to call it -- the joestars of bruhstation, because Things Just Keep Happening™ to its family members. I highlighted the people who have canon appearances in their respective source materials.
a few explanations of the relationships:
zorran is zip's guardian. they don't view their relationship as strictly brothers or father-son or whatever, but they consider each other important; family. if it weren't for zip and taking care of the boy, zorran could've become an even worse person (thanks, captain zero). also, found families don't necessarily need labels. they know they are important to each other, and they're content with that.
captain zero is supposed to be zip's guardian but he's busy being both a mid father and a mid boss. so he handed him to zorran and zorran took the wheel, albeit begrudgingly at first.
zorran eventually started a family of his own. his great granddaughter is emily (theotug/stanza halifax). his grandson is diesel, thomas' coworker (see the vin diesel family tree), technically making them very VERY distantly semi-related through zip. not really important though.
after zorran moved back to sicily, italy, he still kept in touch with zip through letters. zip also managed to visit his funeral when zorran eventually passed away.
ten cents and zip moved to england and adopted three children after world war 2 ended. they're in their mid 20s by then. they passed away when the kids were young adults. without their parents, they had several disputes over money and properties. they eventually separated. margaret stayed in london while annie and clarabel moved to sodor because of how brochures, magazines, and history books label it as "unique" and "quaint".
timothy is honestly kind of a mid brother. after he and thomas' parents died, he dragged thomas to sodor (reasons same as annie's and clarabel's), shields him from the outside world, and makes thomas completely dependent on him (he did this unconsciously) because timothy didn't want to lose anyone else. then he died and became sodor's ghost. cue casa tidmouth
annie and clarabel eventually took care of thomas.
annie married graham stroudley, but they divorced when cheryl was a teenager/young adult. graham took custody of cheryl and married lucy. cheryl moved to canada and married christopher. theodore was born. by blood relations, theodore is annie's grandson as much as he is to lucy, but he has extremely little to no memories of her.
looking at the family tree. thomas is ten cents' grandson. ten cents is thomas' grandfather. theodore is thomas' first cousin once removed (vice versa) and TC's great grandson
not really canon, but entertaining the idea that ten cents and zip are watching from the skies: ten cents and zip would absolutely adore theodore. teddy is just some sweet kind polite guy who does his best and cherishes his loved ones and that's what ten cents and zip stood for. thomas, on the other hand,
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oliviasdoom · 3 months
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nikathesiren · 4 months
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DONT DO IT DO NOT DO THE JONATHAN HEAD ASK. Someone told me it was likely a fetish thing because that same anon had multiple accounts (possibly) all consisting of only Jonathan head content and has asked several artists to draw content of it, including them, me, and one of my MUTUALS. If you need them, I can send screenshots of the conversation.
What in the actual Joestar family tree I've just read???? I thought it was just a harmless reference to Futurama...
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Anyway, I was not going to draw it soon, and I was going to stick with my original idea, which was using Dio's head...
Thanks for the warning!!
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thriller-roads · 1 year
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Fastcart Needs a Break
Robert E.O Speedwagon x gn reader
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Speedwagon was seated at his office desk, which was by the way, strewn with a bunch of papers and forms. He didn't even realize when it all started to pile up. As much as he tried his best to keep things in order, he wasn't used to running an entire foundation. Heck, he wasn’t even all that used to America.
The Englishman honestly never expected this when he came to the United States. America is the land of opportunities after all, but this was just blatant luck. It was great, of course! Anyone would be grateful to stumble across such fortune. At times though, the work that comes with it can get overwhelming.
Speedwagon sighed, setting his ink quill down for a moment. All these investments and contracts were...tiring. But there was a reason he was the one to stumble upon the oil deposits of Texas, there had to be. After all, Speedwagon did believe that some people are just destined to meet, and it must be the same in this situation.
He had to be destined for success. It was his newfound mission to make the world a better place. Along with that, he would do whatever he could to assist the Joestar family. With all his acquired wealth, he would make sure his earnings went towards something useful.
It's then that there was a knock at the door, causing the man to jolt up in his chair. Clearing his throat, he called out, "Yes, come in!" Speedwagon really didn't feel like dealing with any investors or shady businessmen at the moment, but if it needed to be done, then so be it. The one who greeted him however, was a face that put his mind at ease.
"Oh Y/n, thank goodness it's just you," he breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Just me? Were you expecting somebody else?" You took a seat in front of him. Usually you would've taken to the desk, but it was currently occupied by the load of papers.
"It’s just that those shady businessmen arranged a discussion with me later this evening. I thought they might've come in a bit early," Speedwagon explained, taking his quill back up again. "I'm already beyond exhausted with all these forms I have to fill out..."
You observed the man in front of you as he continued to scan over papers and scribble away. His hair was in more of a tangled mess than usual. The bags under his eyes had gotten darker over the past few days, and his hands were stained with ink. Clearly, he was in need of a break.
"Those businessmen...Wouldn't happen to be from the Houston Division? Some old guys in ten gallon hats?" You inquired.
Speedwagon looked up from what he was doing. “Yes, that’s the lot! Did ya see them?”
“Yeah actually I did, when I was coming into the lobby,” you recalled. At the confirmation, Speedwagon groaned as his head fell onto a stack of papers. “So they are here early then…” He shook his head, sitting back up. “The meeting isn’t supposed to be until later! I don’t have the energy to deal with those strange fellas right now. These Americans confuse me enough as it is!”
“Believe me, I know,” you added with a chuckle. With that, you stood from your seat. “Well, you never agreed to meet with these guys so soon. What gives them the right to show up like this unannounced?”
“Well, no use helping it now. Looks like I’ll just have to give my presentation a bit early.” Speedwagon already moved to gather a certain pile of papers before you put a hand on his shoulder.
“No," you stated plainly.
"No??" he tilted his head in confusion.
"Who says you have to stay here? You don't have to talk to them when you’re clearly in need of a break.”
"Y/n, even if I wanted to, they're most likely down the hall, and they'd see me-"
"The window. We can go out the window." Although you were on the second floor, there was a tree right outside. The branches were stable enough to hold weight, and it wouldn’t be too much trouble getting down. You knew this for a fact actually, because you would sometimes climb up there to greet Speedwagon when he was busy. It was overall a good tree to climb on.
Speedwagon hesitated, unsure of what to do. That's when you took his face into your hands, a bit to his surprise. "Robert, you need a break. You can always deal with those men later. You deserve to rest with all the hard work you’ve been doing." With you looking into his eyes like that, and with his hand cramped from all that writing, how could he refuse?
Taking a deep breath, he nodded into your touch. "A-alright, Y/n. Let's go before they get here then."
With that, you rushed over to the window to open it. You went out first, climbing onto the nearest outstretched branch. “C’mon Speedwagon!” Speedwagon had done way more dangerous things in his lifetime, so it was no problem at all following your lead. Soon enough, you were safely on the ground, albeit you had both fallen into a bundle of bushes. “You alright?” you called out.
The response you received was something you hadn’t heard in a while. A laugh. A genuine, bellowing laugh. Your head emerged from the leaves to take a closer look over at Speedwagon. The expression on his face warmed your heart. He hadn’t seemed this genuinely happy in a while.
Sprawled out in the bushes, he was laughing until he composed himself to settle down. "I gotta say, this reminds me of times back in London. Running around, sneaking about and whatnot. Oh how I've missed these little escapades.." he said in a reminiscent tone as he got up to dust himself off. He held out a hand to lift you up as well.
"And oh how I've missed your smiles and laughs, Robert.” Initially upon meeting, you had obviously called him Speedwagon, but have since gotten used to referring to him by his first name. Sometimes you called him both, though it didn't really matter.
Your hand was still intertwined with his, with you staring lovingly into his mesmerizing brown eyes. You found yourself getting lost deep within his gaze, and Robert didn’t even realize that he couldn’t look away from you either. His expression was a bit starstruck for some reason, and the rapid beating of his heart was making him realize why.
For a while it was just like that, until you forced yourself to look away. It was pointless though, since you looked right back at him not even seconds later. "Also you got a bunch of leaves in your hair," at last you broke the silence.
Speedwagon snapped out of his trance, running a hand through his hair only to be met with a series of knots and leaves. “Ah, so I do. That, and it’s not exactly in the best condition right now…” Speedwagon was a bit embarrassed at how tangled his hair had gotten. He frowned as he yanked at a twig in his hair, only for it to remain stuck.
Stifling a giggle, you reached over to take it out for him. “You gotta be more gentle. It’s like untying a rope, pulling at it will only make it worse. Let me help you with this back home,” you offered.
“Right, I think that'd be best,” Speedwagon accepted your offer, seeing as he wouldn't get anywhere doing it on his own. “Well let’s get going then. I may have evaded this meeting for now, but I'll still have to attend later.” He was already walking off before you momentarily stopped to call out to him. “Wait, here, your hat!” Speedwagon turned, giving you a grateful smile as he retrieved his signature hat. “Thank you.”
It was decided that you would go over to your place since it was closer. There, you told Speedwagon to make himself comfortable while you fetched a hairbrush. When you got back, you sat down on the rug. “C’mere Robert. First I need to get the leaves out before you brush and wash up.”
“Right, of course.” Speedwagon set his hat aside and came over to sit down next to you. He was unsure of what position to do this in, so you helped him out. “Just, lay your head on my lap, if that’s okay with you. That’s probably the easiest way to do this.”
It didn’t seem like either of you were all too familiar with close physical contact, because you could feel how tense Speedwagon was. In a similar way, you were hesitant to do much at first even though you were the one who had suggested this in the first place.
Pushing those thoughts aside, you began plucking leaves out of Speedwagon's hair. One by one, you threw them aside and did your best to comb through his hair with your fingers to get the twigs loose. After a while of this, you could feel Speedwagon starting to relax. After all, what was there to be worried about? It was just you and him.
"Y/n, I really appreciate this by the way."
"No problem at all Speedwagon. I've dealt with my fair share of leaves in hair, so I-"
"That's not what I meant," he interrupted, then frowned, realizing it might’ve been rude to just interject like that. "Ah, what I mean to say is…that I thank you for being here for me. For taking me out of that office, for helping me with American customs since we’ve arrived here, and for making sure I set aside time to care for myself. Really, I have a lot to thank you for," he smiled to himself, then shifted his gaze up to share his smile with you.
Your fingers briefly stopped running through his hair as you took in all he said.
"I'm not used to being an oil baron in America, I've been nothing but a street thug from London all my life.” Every leaf and twig was free from his hair at this point, so you worked with the brush next, letting the man continue expressing his thoughts.
"And although work in the oil industry has been rather tiring, I’m sure I can handle it with you by my side." Upon hearing this, you mindlessly brushed at a particularly tight knot in his hair, causing him to wince and yelp in slight pain.
You grimaced at his reaction. “Ah, sorry about that. Anyway, I’m glad you feel that way, Robert. No matter what, I’ll be by your side because I care a great deal about you,” you admitted.
Speedwagon soaked in your words for a moment, thinking of what to say next. After all, he was no stranger to audibly expressing his thoughts to the point where one might deem it as narration. “Honestly, I think we were destined to meet one another. I mean, what were the odds? With you coming to London from America, and in the end accompanying me on my trip to your homeland.”
“So what you’re saying is that I’m your personal tour guide,” you joked, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.
Although Speedwagon knew you were only joking, he wanted to make sure you knew what he meant. “Really Y/n, you’re so much more to me than that. As soon as I met you, I could sniff out the fact you were one hell of an honorable person.”
“You mean a lot to me too, Robert,” you said as you continued to brush at his bundle of hair. He had so much of it too, that you thought you’d never even be halfway done. “Agh! Bloody hell…” Robert tilted his head away when the hairbrush pulled a tad too tight again. You felt a bit sorry for him, but here was no way to avoid pulling at his hair with the amount he had all tangled up.
Setting the brush down, you sighed. “Okay, I think that’s enough. I brushed out as much as I could. Any more and the brush is gonna snap, along with your neck. Time to wash up now.”
"Alright," Robert nodded. He took a quick glance at the hairbrush, grimacing at how much of his hair had gotten on it before getting up to follow you into the bathroom. You had already prepared the bath, and the warmth of the water was inviting to the ache of his muscles.
“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it then,” you were already on your way out of the bathroom when Robert grabbed ahold of your arm. “Er, if ya don’t mind, I’d like your help washing my hair. You seem to be really good with that sorta thing.”
You let out a small smile at his request. “Of course. Just get in while I go get some extra towels. I’ll be right back.” Speedwagon did so, and was already settled into the tub when you returned. You set a towel down on the floor so you could more comfortably kneel beside the tub.
You rinsed his hair first, then applied the shampoo to massage his scalp. “You know, your hair would be a lot easier to manage if you tied it up every once in a while. Maybe braid it too. Of course, that’s all up to you.”
He gave your suggestion some thought, liking the idea. “Yes, that'd be nice. I wouldn’t mind if you braid my hair after this.”
"Alright, I'm sure the braid is gonna look real pretty on you then."
Robert's cheeks heated up at the compliment, and you smirked at his reaction. You seemed smug enough until Robert turned to look at you directly, giving you the sweetest smile known to man. It was a bit unnerving after a while, and for some reason him staring all stupidly at you like that made you flustered, so you dropped the bar of soap in your hand.
"Hey, quit looking at me like that…" His precious face was too much for you to handle right now, and he could tell by the heat rising to your cheeks. After all, he couldn't just have you flustering him like that without doing it in return.
"Robert I'm serious, close your eyes before soap gets in them already," you said while pouring water down his head. Robert chuckled before finally looking away to close his eyes as soapy water streamed down his face. During this, he felt your hand rest on his cheek to turn his head towards you. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself face to face with you. Without much time to process it, Robert felt your lips on his.
You pulled away to see his reaction. Just as you expected, his eyes were wide, and his face was flushed. His parted lips eventually scrambled to say something though. “N-not to say I didn’t enjoy it Y/n, but is this really an appropriate time for a kiss?”
"Robert, you're literally naked in my bathtub after we said a bunch of sappy shit, I think this is a perfect time for a kiss," you deadpanned.
The Englishman laughed sheepishly at your remark. “I suppose you’re right. Well in that case,” he reached over to reconnect your lips with his. It was soft and gentle; nothing too deep, and you were both satisfied with that.
“I think I can start getting used to this,” Robert smiled in utter joy once you parted, with you grinning at him in return. You couldn’t help but giggle at the exchange, the butterflies in your stomach finally taking over. “I love you, Robert E.O SpeeeedwaGONnnn!"
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"Running under the Moon" i s m y c h o i c e
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Ah, the ever classic werewolf, my beloved ;3
This is probably the one that is closest to being done. So… werewolf fic coming maybe soon? 👀
Walking through the woods, Jotaro - not for the first time - found himself cursing his lineage.
Just because he happened to be born into this family, just because he was unlucky enough to have taken over the trait from his parents, just because he was stupid enough to reject this part of himself, Jotaro found himself walking through these massive woods every month on the evening of a full moon.
Werewolves.
The Joestar family - and by proxy the Kujo family - were cursed with a wolven bloodline.
And that is all it was to Jotaro. A curse. A curse that needed to be stomached every month. No matter his mother’s warnings or attempts at convincing him otherwise, Jotaro refused to accept the carnal part that rested within him.
Both his mother and father were werewolves too, though ‘pack mentality’ clearly wasn’t a thing within his dad, and Holly had tried so hard to teach her son about this part of his life. How he could harness it, use it, deal with it. But every time, the 18 year old refused.
He did not want anything to do with the beast in him, and that made it why he was alone, deep in the woods, on his own. Ignoring it made it so that every full moon, he lost control. He turned into a ravaging wolf and for everyone’s safety, he chose to confine himself to a tiny three room cabin deep within the forest every month.
It was better to let the beast within rage harmlessly for one night a month.
Wasn’t it…?
Was it better? His mother said that if she let her teach him, he would be able to control his transformations. He could choose what to do on full moons and in the time in between. But doing that meant accepting what he was.
Frustrated by his thoughts, Jotaro let out an angry yell as he punched the nearest tree.
His father left at a young age. One of the few memories he has of his dad, was of the man in his wolf form. He stood opposite his mother, Jotaro clinging to her pant leg as he watched his dad huff and turn around, running off hard and fast without a word. Jotaro remembered looking up at his mom, hearing her sniffle softly and seeing tears in her eyes, and the seed of resentment was planted that night.
‘Wolf’ became synonymous with ‘the father that left’ and Jotaro’s resentment for his father morphed into resentment for the wolf within. No matter how often his mother had tried to convince him otherwise, growing up, Jotaro never changed his mind about it.
Walking past the giant oak he knew so well, the cabin soon came into view and Jotaro stopped for a second. Very distantly, a twig cracked behind himself, but due to his upcoming transformation his emotions were on max, and he snapped his head back, glaring into the quickly darkening forest, yet coming up empty handed.
Weary yet in a hurry, Jotaro continued moving, walking towards the cabin as the sun was nearly fully set. Pretty soon the moon would come up as the main source of light in the sky, and by then it wouldn’t be long before he’d turn.
Pushing the cabin door open, Jotaro made a rapid yet clean sweep of the house, making sure all was in place just in case.
Looking out the window, darkness had fully set and Jotaro sighed tiredly. It wouldn’t be long now.
Taking off his jacket, the delinquent took care to hang it over a chair before simply bringing the tank top over his head in a quick motion, leaving him in his bare chest.
Ain’t no way he was also gonna let his clothes be ruined by the bloody curse.
Taking off his belts, he removed them from the loops and placed them on the table before unbuttoning his pants.
Moving to pull them down and leave him in just his boxers, the door to the cabin suddenly flung open.
Snapping his head up, Jotaro’s eyes widened in horror at what he saw.
“Jotaro!”
Right there in the door opening, stood you, his best friend of years and recent crush.
Your eyes locked on his before they quickly travelled down his face, over his naked torso and to the unbuttoned pants he was clearly about to pull down, showing a hint of his underwear.
“Gah-! I’m sorry, bad timing!” You jumped back a bit and quickly covered your eyes while Jotaro felt a heat creep up his neck. Yet he quickly shook that off of himself, panic returning to the forefront of his mind as he quickly closed his pants again before storming forward.
Hearing his heavy footsteps approaching, you dared to peek through your fingers, only to see an angry Jotaro coming towards you. You didn’t have any time to move as he harshly gripped your upper arms, pulling you towards him while slamming the door shut with his foot, twirling around and pushing your back into it not a second later.
“What the hell are you doing here?! Did you follow me?!” He spoke angrily, bending down to be at your level while still keeping you pressed up against the door.
“J-Jotaro-!” You started but he instantly shut you up.
“No! What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“Wh- I was worried about you!” You now yelled back a little indignantly, matching his intensity, though your concern clearly shone through in your tone.
“Worried?!”
“You’ve been pulling away and becoming more and more reclusive! It’s just- I’m your best friend and I want to help you!” You spoke, looking into his eyes and seeing a flicker of doubt in them before he steeled himself, lowering his voice.
“We’ll talk on Monday. Right now, go home.”
“No, Jotaro, don’t push me away.” You pleaded but Jotaro firmly re-gripped your arms.
“Go. Home, Y/N.”
Despite his firm tone, you stood your ground, not taking it any longer. “No! I’m not gonna let you push me away again! Jotaro, I’m concerned about you. Please just talk to me!”
“Not now! You have to leave!”
“Why!?”
“Because it’s a full moon today!!” Jotaro yelled the last part out, looming over you before realising what he was doing. Quickly stepping back, he took some hasty breaths. He didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but it was clearly already starting, his heightened emotions a telltale sign of the transformation.
“…What?” You questioned, your face a little pale after Jotaro yelled at you, for which he absolutely hated himself. The last thing he wanted to do is scare you. “What’s that got to do with…?” You slowly stepped forward, reaching out for the man but holding yourself back before you could touch him, remembering he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“I’m a werewolf, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened in shock as you took a step back. Not in fear, just in pure surprise.
“In about thirty minutes the moon is high up in the sky and at that point, I don’t know what I will do. I’ll have no control and be just a beast.” Taking a step towards you, Jotaro once again gripped your arms, though this time a lot more gentle. “I can’t hurt you. You have to leave now and try to make it home before I can turn and attack you.”
Your breathing sped up a bit as you looked up at him with a sad look. “You think you’ll attack me?”
“I turn into a monster, Y/N. Yet I can’t decide what to do in that form. I can see everything, but I can’t do anything. Don’t make me watch myself eat you.”
Tears brimming in your eyes, you just shot forward, breaking from his hold to instead throw your arms around him. To hell with the fact that he had a bare chest. Squeezing as hard as you needed, you felt him loosely wrap his arms around you as well.
Looking down at the top of your head, Jotaro felt so many emotions swirling in him - once again curtesy of the curse. His heart thudded at the fact he was holding you, yet every rational part of his brain was screaming for you to run, fear and doubt at the forefront of his mind, though he put up a mask of calm. “How did you come here?” He asked gently.
“By bike.” Your voice was a little shaky as you answered and Jotaro’s arms briefly squeezed you before he pulled you away from his chest.
“Take it and ride as fast as you can. With some luck, you’ll manage to make it back to the city before I catch up; in the case I try to follow. Just keep going and don’t stop, do you hear me?” When you didn’t instantly answer, he shook your shoulders a bit, making you stutter out an affirmation.
Content, he walked over to the door and pulled it open, a frigid gust of wind blowing inside as he looked back at you.
“This is for your safety, Y/N. Remember that. Keep going and don’t stop.”
Walking to the doorway, you stopped right before you stepped outside, turning to your friend. “Will you be okay?”
At this, Jotaro nodded reassuringly. “I do this every month. Now just go.”
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