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sakkiichi · 10 months

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NOT IF IT’S YOU.

“I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s rotten work.”

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Luka, Seele x gn! reader.

genre/cw: angst to fluff, feelings of not being good enough, mentions of blood & injury, but soft comforting vibes.

✧ JING YUAN

Muffled cries and a darkened room are all the company you wish for tonight.

You messed up.

You utterly and completely fucked up.

Not only were you not able to catch the stellaron hunter, but you also got severely injured.

In your defense, the guy was skilled with that wicked sword of his.

And yet, that doesn’t make you feel any better.

Pressing your hand down your bloody side, you reach home.

And for the first time since you started dating him, you really hope the general is already asleep tonight.

The creaking of the wooden door makes you cringe when you enter the main hall, memorized steps guiding you to the bathroom.

Hopefully you’ll be able to patch yourself up without making too much noise.

A low purr greets you when you reach your destination’s door.

“Shhh, Mimi, please…” you utter, weakly, patting her fur with the hand that’s not soaked in blood. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me?” The lion purrs again, as if unsatisfied, sensing something’s clearly amiss.

Wincing, you close the bathroom’s door behind yourself, pent up tears blurring your vision as you rummage the cabinets for disinfectant and some bandages.

“And just about what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar baritone sternly asks.

You stop in your tracks, a roll of bandage in your bloodstained hand.

“Jing Yuan…” you meekly manage. “Sorry I woke you up.” You lower the dressings in your grasp, defeated.

“You’re bleeding yourself out and me having woken up is your first concern?” He asks, disbelieving, leaning off the doorframe, walking towards you.

“I’m not bleeding myself out, general.” You respond through gritted teeth, your tone harsher than intended. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

And yet, the pained hiss you let out begs to differ.

“Let me see.” Your lover prompts, placing a calloused hand on your shoulder.

“No!” You pull away from his touch, something you had never done before. “I already told you, it’s just a scratch, it’s not worth worrying over, I’m not worth worrying over...”

“Don’t say that again.”

Jing Yuan’s tone leaves no room for argument, steely as the spear he wields. His usually soft amber eyes are akin to raging embers now, glueing you in place, a gelid chill running down your spine.

“But it’s tr-“

“Don’t. Don’t let me hear it.” The arbiter general cuts off, his voice a contrast to the tenderness with which he takes the stained gauze from you.

And under the warmth of his touch, you let yourself be shielded by the rainfalls of lightning with which he’d struck down any who dared hurt you.

Careful hands remove your sticky shirt, a deep gash criss-crossing your abdomen in ominous shades of crimson. With as much softness as he can muster, your lover applies antiseptic, stinging pinpricks in his wake.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” You mumble, voice milliseconds away from breaking. “It’s trouble, I’m trouble, I failed the mission and now you have to patch me up and take care of m-“

Slightly parched lips land on yours, ardently, as if wanting to cauterize the raw soreness from your open wound. Jing Yuan’s hands settle on your waist, like stitches putting shards of you back together, your brokenness, a myriad of pieces glued back into a colorful mosaic.

And in his healing hold, you let yourself fall, because you know no matter how small the pieces, by his side, you’ll find a way to solve the puzzle.

“You are never trouble to me.” Is your general’s affirmation when he pulls away, leaving a lingering kiss on your brow as he begins wrapping your gaping wound.

Perhaps this once, you’ll believe it, you think, as the ache dulls and exhaustion starts to take over.

✧ BLADE

The moment you see his weapon fly out of his grasp, all caution is thrown to the wind.

You weren’t used to the sight of him anything but defeating with ease any who dared to cross him.

Yet now, he bleeds.

Staggering to the side, Blade tries to reach for his discarded sword.

To no avail, for he drops to his knees, sickly crimson pooling at his feet.

Whatever cursed fragmentum creature he’s parrying against will land its last strike.

You can’t imagine a world without Blade. Without Ren.

Not like this, not ever.

The next sound in the desolate battlefield is the clang of metal against metal and your strained grunts.

“[Y/n]…” your lover musters, barely any strength left in his usually steely tone. “Go…”

“Like hell I’m leaving you here!” You yell back, your muscles sore from blocking the enemy’s fatal blow. “I’m not abandoning you, Ren!” A lone tear slides from the corner of your eyes, because of the effort or the thought of a world where you don’t get to wake up by Blade’s side, you are not sure.

“[Y/n]… I’m done for.” He coughs.

“Shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!” You scream, now locked in combat with the creature launching their piercing weapons at you.

You manage to dodge a few of its pounces, ducking and parrying as best you can.

But eventually, their chainsaw-like armament grazes your collarbone, your sky shattering cry hurting Blade more than the deadly wounds he bears.

You can’t let this end here.

Mustering strength from aeons know where, you impale your own weapon into the monster’s middle.

Flecks of fiery dust fly around you, before the construct goes up in flames, the image burning in your teary gaze.

“Ren!” You call, running to kneel by his broken form.

“Why?” The stellaron hunter wonders, ebony hair plastered to his face, deep night skies shadowing the underside of his ruby eyes. His bleeding hand reaches to cup the side of your face. “Why did you save me? I’m rotten.”

If it wasn’t because the guy is quite literally holding himself together in tatters, you’d be slapping some sense into him.

Instead, tears stained in yours and his shades of red careen down your cheeks.

“You are not! You never are! And you never will be to me!” You fling your arms around him, holding his weakened body as close to your heartbeat as possible.

Blade never believed in angels, but tonight, you might as well have been one. His savior in a battlefield where he otherwise would have breathed for the last time.

✧ DAN HENG

Night stars and daylight seem to mingle together lately.

Aboard the astral express, you find yourself buried in work. Records from expeditions, blueprints from parts of the train you need to memorize should they need repairing, leads and clues on the whereabouts of the stellaron hunters… the lines of text begin to blur before your tired eyes, eliciting a sigh from your lips.

It might be good to go grab a coffee, you muse.

But looking at the time, you should work for a while longer without distractions, you really could use a breakthrough in the stellaron investigation… Everyone’s working so hard, and the last thing you want is to be dead weight.

As you stretch your arms and attempt to re-focus on your task, three knocks resound through your room’s quiet.

Resignation makes itself apparent on your tone when you ask:

“What is it?”

“It’s just me.” A familiar voice, smooth as a breeze combing through greenery states.

“Dan Heng!” A relaxed smile tugs at your lips, as you get up from your desk to let him in. No matter how many galaxies you transversed, Dan Heng’s presence was always the brightest constellation to you.

Now, it’s not like you can admit your feelings to him, but you’ll enjoy this fond closeness you have now while you can.

“You’re still up?” You prompt, more of a statement than an actual question. “What brings you here?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He deadpans, arms crossed over his chest.

“Work.” You sheepishly say, with a mirthless smile.

“Have you eaten?” The dark haired man questions, the lilt of his tone indicating he is very much aware of how you have indeed not dined.

“Uh… I drank fruit juice and coffee? A while ago?”

Now it’s his turn to sigh in exasperation.

“How many times will it take of me repeating it to you for you to take care?”

“Sorry.” You lower your head. You know your friend is right and you’ve been neglecting yourself, but can you be blamed? The amount of work you took on is hefty, to say the least.

“Since you aren’t doing it yourself, let me take care of you.” His aquamarine eyes pierce through you, but they hold a warm gentleness to them. Every time you get lost in his gaze, you feel like you’re swimming in luminescent lakes under a thousand starry nights.

However, the reverie is short lived.

When you feel his hand around your wrist, pulling you out of your airless room, a shadow of guilt lodges at the back of your mind.

“Dan Heng, I can’t let you do that.” You stop in your tracks, averting your gaze, not allowing yourself the pleasure to dip in the profound waters of his eyes.

“Why not?” The boy’s hold on you slackens a little.

“You have enough work yourself, I can’t burden you anymore…” You mumble the last part, but it doesn’t escape him.

“You’re not a burden.” The wielder of cloud piercer assures you, incisively.

His hold on you tightens a little, his hand descending to find yours.

“But surely you’d prefer spending your time doing something more fun or, I don’t know, useful, at least…”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He responds. His hand squeezes yours in silent reassurance.

You could get used to his touch.

You’d like it very much, actually.

Instead, self-doubt robs you of your voice again tonight.

“Why?” Is the question echoing in between the corridor’s walls.

“Because I like- no, because I love you.” Is Dan Heng’s confession, cheeks matching the maroon of the maple leaves you’ve sometimes studied together.

Loud heartbeats and frenzied euphoria mingle in your chest, your hand squeezing his this time.

“What? Really? No, don’t get me wrong, it’s good- I mean, thank you- I mean, are you sure? Because I’m flattered but- Well, I love you t-“

Your speech is cut short by familiar hands steadying your shoulders. Dan Heng heaves a shaky breath, then:

“I’m going to show you how sure I am.”

A second later, his lips carefully, tentatively, envelop yours. It’s hesitating, and your noses bump a few times, but, to you, it couldn’t be any more perfect.

Your hands find themselves clinging to the front of his shirt, his still poised on your shoulders.

And as you leave fields of stars behind and enter new woods of shining asteroids, you finally let yourself submerge in the pools of jade contained in the mysterious man’s gaze.

Taking a break was certainly worth it, is the thought crossing your mind, as you lean in for another less innocent kiss.

✧ LUKA

“Ouch!”

“Stay still, Luka.”

“But it stings!”

“Oh and the blows you took out there didn’t?”

“But I won, right?”

“You always say that, yet at what cost?”

That is the currently ongoing conversation (or scolding, depending on how you look at it); the same one that repeats every week, after every victory he achieves in the fighting ring.

Because no matter how many times he emerges as victor, Luka always comes back to you beaten up and bruised. Bloody sometimes too, and you can only be grateful for no fractured bones.

You were no healer, but you still remember the first time you saw him fight.

—

It was his first ever combat, against a much bigger opponent.

Luka was smiling when his arm was lifted announcing his victory, and yet, you will never be able to shake off the sight of his concealed flinches every time his chest rose and fell.

His bruised ribs didn’t escape you.

In the same way that you didn’t miss the redhead lingering for a while after the crowd had dissipated.

Those coughs of his naturally wouldn’t let him go too far.

“Hey, are you alright?” You approached him.

“Sure, I’m fine!” The fighter tried to smile, only for it to turn into a fit of coughing that didn’t sound good at all, especially not with how he keeps holding his sides every time his ribcage so much as slightly stirs.

“No, you’re not fine.” You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest. “You have a black eye, your ribs look bruised and you’re limping. How is that being fine, again?”

“I’ll get through it.” He smiled. His blue eyes glinted in the dim light of the venue, akin to patches of clear sky in the soot-filled air of the underworld.

“How exactly? Passing out from pain? Come on, sit down, I’ll patch you up.” You offered, hurrying around the rundown gym, in search for something resembling a first aid kit.

“You don’t need to-“

“No buts.” You stated, leveling him with a gaze, pointing at him with a newly acquired roll of bandages.

—

“You know, you don’t have to waste your time on m-“ he tries to retort now, summer ocean eyes averted, his usual smile replaced by a frown you’re not fond of.

“Luka.” You stop him before he can continue his self deprecation.

“But you could be doing so much bette-“

“I won’t hear it.” You cut off, applying more pressure than needed while disinfecting a cut on his cheekbone. “We’ve already talked about this. You keep getting roughened up on the battlefield, I’ll be here to patch you up. No buts.”

A smile crosses the redhead’s face, the swirling typhoons in his gaze calming down to ripples over a lake. But still, some clouds linger over the surface, no sunlight quite filtering through in harp like beams underwater.

“Don’t you get tired, though?” Luka ventures, hesitation and bashfulness lacing his tone.

“Never when it comes to you.” You assure him, without having to think twice. “And no buts.”

“No buts, huh?” The corner of his lips curves upward, the cheeky smirk you always adored back. “But what if I asked you to kiss it better, would you?” The fiery haired warrior teases.

“Oh, you…” And yet, you can’t hide the wide smile helplessly illuminating your features.

Softly, your lips brush over each of the clean bandages you applied.

And Luka could swear your lips are better than any painkiller.

“There, all healed.” You whisper when you pull away, enchanted by the lights dancing in the sapphire expanse of his stare.

“Not yet.” He breathes, pulling you to him by the hand, your weight falling against his bare chest.

“Luka…” Is all you can muster before he’s kissing you full on the lips, his hands on the small of your back, the softness of his skin and the iron-hardness of metal making your every hair stand on end. You cup his face tenderly, brushing sweaty auburn strands away, as you drown in the colliding waves of his intense tide.

“Now I’m all healed.” Are Luka’s words when he pulls away, dopey smile adorning his bruised face.

You’re definitely never getting tired of this.

✧ SEELE

By moonlight, she waits.

From her vantage point on the rooftop of Goethe Grand Hotel, Seele counts down the seconds for your return.

She’s noticed.

Your leaves in the dead of every night, when you think everyone’s sleeping soundly.

Your returns before dawn, covered in dust and bruises.

The puffiness and redness of your eyes, the shadows under them.

In the starless silence, the butterfly stills her wings, listening to the steps crossing Boulder Town’s plaza.

With a swift motion, the wildfire fighter steps down from her perch, leaning against the hotel’s front wall.

“Good night to you too.” Seele calls.

Your eyes widen in shock. Why is she here now? She wasn’t supposed to see you in such a state.

“Seele! You startled me…” You try for a reassuring smile, as if to say ‘hey, everything’s fine’, but alas, when it came to you, nothing escaped Babochka.

“Cut the act, will you?” She scoffs, a hand resting on her hip. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You meekly answer, tone cold and distant.

Your girlfriend’s violet gaze dilates, concern overtaking her frown.

This detached iciness… This isn’t like you at all.

But Seele’s forte were never hugs and promises for better days to come, no. A fighter honed in battles for a mere glass of water, she always knew how to hit you with honesty, a scythe shredding the rainclouds dampening your light.

“So, are you going to keep looking miserable and isolating yourself?” She scoffs. “Be for real, you are barely talking, you leave at ungodly hours every night and you look like you’ve been crying for ages every morning. So are you going to tell me what’s wrong already?”

You heave a breath, the simple action exhausting.

“I just… I don’t feel like I deserve anyone… I’m not a good enough fighter, I’m not smart enough, I don’t really… I’m not proud of my personality and just…” you inhale, the night breeze unbearably frigid, even though the weather’s not even cold. “These nights, I’ve been going into the mines, to try and help, I guess, or to avoid thinking…” your shoulders slump.

Seele sighs, the bite in her tone completely faded, concern and care lingering as the indigo pigments of a butterfly caught in your palm.

“You can talk to me, you know?” She says, softer this time, her hand finding your blistered one from these last days.

“I know, I just… I don’t want to be a bother…”

“You never are, silly.” Your lover flicks your forehead, wrapping strong arms around your trembling form. “You never are.”

Quiet sniffles escape you at her warm embrace.

You had missed this.

You had missed her.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Seele utters, barely above a whisper, like a monarch’s flutter.

You nod, wiping the tears that started falling, glinting in your lashes like doomed satellites.

“I love you, never forget that.” Is your partner’s promise, with the moon as witness.

For the first time in weeks, you would fly in the sweetness of dreams tonight. By her side.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 8 months

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Only A Fool Would Say That

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Nathan gets pegged.

A/N: I'm just gonna gesture vagely. (The title is from a Steely Dan song that I listened to on repeat while writing this.) In my mind this is set in the How universe (you don’t have to read that to read this fic), but Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.

I also must mention @midgardian-witch's expectional Nathan fic: The Consequences Of Being A Brat (it's a masterpiece)

Warnings: (oh dear), hand job, blow job, eating ass (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), anal penetration (m receiving), pegging (m receiving), Nathan kinda being a bratty sub, spitting in mouth, vaginal fingering, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 4671

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“I want to do anal.”

There weren’t many things that Nathan could say that would shock you anymore. But this was pretty close.

You’d been in the kitchen, minding your own business, and mindlessly eating your breakfast cereal while staring out the window and trying to shift the lingering sleep from your eyes.

Nathan had come in, sweaty and out of breath from his morning exercise, with a small nod and wave as he drank what must have been a litre of water from the fridge.

I want to do anal. Was not the first thing you expected to hear out of his mouth this morning.

But at least it was in character.

You nearly spat milk everywhere. Just managing to catch yourself at the last moment.

With unnecessary dramatic flair, you looked at him and swallowed. A small smirk on your lips. “I’m sure you do.”

It’s not that you were against the idea, just the way he asked.

He stared at you, a small frown on his forehead for a moment until a look of realisation dawned.

“Oh, no, that’s no, not what I…”

You almost laughed at the uncharacteristic way he stumbled over his words.

He clapped his hands together with a theatrical pizazz.“Pegging!” He announced with an air of excitement at remembering the correct term. “I meant pegging!” He grins, his hands on his hips.

“Pegging?”

He nods, still smiling.

“You want me to peg you?”

Nathan nods, his smile a little less sure.

“Right now?”

“Well I was thinking about having a shower first-”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod. “You got a strap laying around here somewhere?”

Nathan puffed out his chest and beamed. “Several.”

Several was a bit of an understatement.

Nathan had left you to peruse his collection in his room while he showered. There were a mixture of colours and a variety of sizes and shapes, ranging from the realistic to more abstract. Some had a set harness to go with them, while others could seemingly be placed in one of the many empty harnesses he had.

He had pulled the box containing them out of his large cupboard and onto the carpeted floor where you were now kneeling. In the brief time the cupboard had been open you had spotted quite a few other boxes that seemed to contain ‘items of personal and intimate use’.

It seemed like instead of a sex toy drawer, Nathan had a sex cupboard.

Figured.

You were still looking them over when Nathan came back into the room, his towel hanging low on his hips.

He raised his eyebrows at you. “See any you like?”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “You certainly have a few.”

“You’re not shaming me are you?” He teased.

He mock gasped. “What?”

You snorted. “I think you’d like that.”

“A bit of degradation? Seems like your thing.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said, but he was smiling.

You chuckled. “Sure you don’t.” You turned back to the collection and pinched your lips together in thought. “Which one’s your favourite?”

“Oh, erm,” he paused, not expecting your question, and walked over to you, standing a step behind. “That’s tough.”

You looked up at him over your shoulder again, raising your eyebrows playfully.

“What?” He laughed.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.” His voice had a slight whine to the edge, he was starting to get worked up.

You shrugged. “I’ll just have to use them all on you, see which one makes you scream the loudest.”

Nathan’s gulp sounded loudly around the room. You could see his semi hard cock twitch beneath his bath towel.

“I have one, erm,” he rummaged in the box for a strap and harness that you hadn’t taken out yet. “Here, it’s got,” he tapped inside the harness, “this bit.” Nathan held it out to you expectantly.

You took it out of his hand slowly, taunting him just a little as you brushed your fingers unnecessarily slowly over his skin.

The little shiver that echoed in his shoulders was delicious.

“This bit?” You repeated, trying your best to pretend you didn’t know what it was despite your smile giving you away.

He grinned and eagerly sat down next to you. “This bit goes in you, and this bit,” his voice was soft and velvet smooth. He leant forward a little, pressing his finger against your clit through your clothes, “goes here.”

“Oh really?” You tease, leaning closer to him. Faintly you trace your lips over his.

“Yes.” He whispers. He follows your lips, letting out a light laugh when you move back whenever he tries to fully kiss you. Slowly, he rubbed your clit, keeping his touch gentle and teasing, just lacking enough pressure.

You lean forward quickly and kiss him for barely a second before you pull back again.

Nathan bites his lip, grinning before nuzzling into your neck and breathing deeply. “It also transfers sensations.”

“Transfers sensations?” You run your fingers down his bare back.

He leans up lazily and nods. “So you feel extra good when I… you know.” He grins.

“Cum?”

Nathan chuckles, “well, yeah, but also when I clench around it and stuff like that, it sends,” he waved his fingers in the air. “Vibrations.”

“Oh, vibrations.” You tease and kiss him again, chuckling when he smiles. “You wanna use this one, then?”

He hums and kisses you, moving his hand up your spine and to the back of your neck so you couldn’t taunt him this time and pull away.

“I wanna use that one, yeah.” He slipped his tongue into your mouth briefly, making you chase his kisses now. “Want you to know how good you make me feel.” He laughs gently when you softly bite his bottom lip.

“Oh, I see.” You mutter against his lips.

“Um hmm,” he rubs his nose against your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and kissing your neck.

You swallow down a gasp of pleasure. “So, I’m taking it that you’ve done this before?” You said, even though you knew the answer.

“Hmm?” Nathan starts to bite softly against your skin, picking a spot that he knows will make you writhe.

“Nathan,” you grab him by the chin firmly, sinking your fingers into his beard and force his head back a little.

He grins wickedly, his eyes glazing over ever so slightly as blood rushes downwards. There was little he loved more than being a brat.

“I asked you a question.” You make your voice a little firmer and his pulse quickens under your fingers.

“Do you mean being pegged or shoving things up my ass?”

“Both.”

“Yes.” He smiles and bats his eyes at you.

A little flush of heart runs along your skin. Playfully, you give his jaw a squeeze and Nathan leans into the touch, closing his eyes for a second.

You kiss him softly, keeping one hand on him while the other pulls at the towel on his waist. Slowly undoing it.

Nathan chuckles lightly and you squeeze his jaw tighter briefly, reminding him of his place.

He rewards you with a light gasp and a grin.

“Are you gonna be bratty? Or are you gonna behave?” You move the towel off him so you can see his lovely thighs and rapidly thickening cock.

“Choices, choices.” Nathan bites his lip and wriggles his whole body a little, enjoying winding you up.

“If you’re going to be a brat,” you start sternly, “then I’m not going to-”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” He quickly leans forward to kiss your lips and you let him, letting go of his jaw. “I’ll be good.” He smiles at you, putting on his best innocent impression.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “You’d better be.”

He bats his long eyelashes at you again. “When am I not good?”

“Oh Nathan, I have no idea.”

He giggles at your tone of voice. His laughter quickly turning into gasps for breath as you take hold of his cock in your free hand. You pump him twice, quick hard strokes that you know he’s not ready for yet but craves, loving when you’re a little rough with him.

There’s something about the little whines he lets out under your touch while he’s squirming, the stimulation a little too much but not enough.

“What’s your safe word?”

Nathan groans, rolling his eyes and about to say something sarcastic when you take your hand away, holding it up while giving him a look.

His look turns apologetic instantly. “Break Key.”

“Good.”

The tension eases out of him when you put your hand back on his dick, smiling dreamily when you rub your thumb over his head and tease his slit.

Precum is pooling from him already, aiding the glide. You press your thumb a little firmer against the tip, the touch harder than most would like. But you feel his length jump in your hand as it always does, the long moan that escapes his lips as he leans back.

“Nice?” You ask softly.

“Yes.” He draws out the word, shifting slightly to move his legs further apart.

WIthout warning you lean down, taking him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Nathan gasps, his eyes screwed up in pleasure as you swirl your tongue over his head. He groans loudly, his fingers digging into the carpet.

You bob up and down, letting your saliva drip out of your mouth to run onto the rest of him as you pump him with your hand.

He sucks in a breath, eyebrows pinched together as he fights the urge to buck up into your mouth.

There were few things Nathan liked better than a messy blowjob.

“Please… keep… going- shit!” He couldn’t help the hip jerk that time as you sank deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat.

The warmth of your mouth is intoxicating.

He shuffled back a little and kicked out one leg, brushing the neat collection of dildos into a mess on the side, before he laid down further, just resting his shoulders on the wardrobe behind him.

You moved so that you were between his thighs, still sucking and taking him as deeply as you could.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Nathan pressed his palms against the wood behind him, trying to keep his eyes open as you swallowed him down.

“Not close already are you?” You pulled off him and clicked a fat stripe from his base to tip.

He let out a low moan, his eyes almost rolling back. “No.”

“Been thinking about me pegging you, hmm? Getting yourself all worked up?” You jerked him a few times before scraping your teeth lightly over his balls.

He jumped and gasped, shuffling closer to you, inviting you to do it again.

And you were weak, so you obliged him.

“Yeah.” He groaned.

“Yeah that’s good,” you licked his balls, swirling your tongue around one and then the other. “Or ‘yeah, I’ve been thinking about getting pegged?’”

“Both.” He bit his lip as he whined, trying to keep himself under some semblance of control. “Fuck, thought about you fucking me yesterday, just,” he moaned louder as you dipped your tongue lower, under his balls and teased the rim of his hole.

“Yes, yes, please, ugh, please, that,” he moved his legs wider, putting his feet flat on the floor and tilting his pelvis so that you had better access.

You weren’t a stranger to eating Nathan’s ass. Or shoving a finger or two up there. Or a whole vibrating toy while you sat on his cock and rode him until he was an overstimulated crying mess.

But still you couldn’t help but smile at his neediness.

You traced the rim of his entrance with the tip of your tongue, barely one full rotation before he whined and thrusted a little towards you.

“Someone’s eager,” you muttered and nipped at his asscheek.

He jolted and shivered. “I fucking am, please.” Only Nathan could make begging sound like an order.

You chuckled and let it slide, this time, before spitting on his hole and lapping at him.

A string of swear words fell out of his mouth, so close together they were barely distinguishable as english.

Gently, you teased his entrance, easing in the tiniest amount before going back to circling and licking.

God he sounded so good. Pleasure dripped down your spine as he writhed, igniting your already burning arousal.

He whined under you bucking until you tutted and pushed on the back of his thighs, pressing his legs to his stomach. His strong muscles twitched under your hands as you curled him up on himself before you continued your assault.

“Oh, oh fuck, yes,” he still tried to buck, but his movements were hampered in his position.

You’d managed to make him cum like this before, more than once. Just licking and teasing his needy hole until tears streamed down his cheeks.

The first time he had sobbed out a proper ‘I’m sorry’, as he came untouched. Feeling so bad for cuming without warning. His release splattering all over his stomach and chest - some of it even reaching his beard.

“Please, please, please, more,” he wiggled under you, trying to get you to stop teasing and go deeper.

You mock sighed, as if he was boring you. “Get on the bed.”

He began to whine.

“Get on the bed or I’ll fuck you dry and won’t let you cum at all.”

Nathan pouted. “That’s mean.”

“Then behave.”

“I-”

“If you say you are Bateman…” You glared and he snapped his mouth shut before treating you to a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I’ll get on the bed.”

“Good.” You let go of his thighs and he got up, his thick cock bobbing against his stomach as he stood. He made a show of stretching like his muscles ached, giving you winks and sideways glances the whole time.

You smacked his ass playfully. “Get. On. The. Bed.”

“I’m going.” He smiled and laid down in the middle of the bed, getting comfy and repositioning pillows.

You watched him for a moment until you were satisfied, and then stood up and grabbed the lube from the bedside table.

Nathan watched you, still beaming as if butter wouldn’t dare to melt in his mouth.

You shook the bottle before pouring a generous amount onto your fingers. You didn’t bother to warm the lube up first, he definitely didn’t deserve that.

WIthout much ceremony you climbed onto the bed and sat between his legs.

Nathan gave you another syrupy smile, you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Wha- Oh!”

You pushed two fingers into him without warning, waiting for the moment he started to talk. Nathan groaned, aching his back off his mattress. You knew from previous experience that he could take two of your fingers with little to no prep, but you still stopped half way in, about to check in with him.

“Please, don’t stop.” He groaned, his voice vibrating through your hand.

You smiled and indulged him, sinking in deeper.

“Fuuuuuucccckkkkk yessssss.” He stretched his legs out, moving them wider. Warmth burned low in your belly, every sound that escaped him made your pussy clench and ache to be filled.

Slowly you eased out and then back in, savouring his little grunts of pleasure. Though, even with how worked up he was, the tight ring of muscle seemed surprisingly loose.

“Nathan,” you say in a sing-song voice, still languidly pushing back and forth.

“Hmm?”

“Were you touching yourself in the shower?”

“I, ah, a bit.” His neck flushed.

“How?”

“I, shit, I,” he swallowed and then gulped as you poured more cold lube over his hole. “I shoved some fingers up there.”

“How many?”

“Erm… two?” He was a fucking awful lair when he was getting fucked.

You stopped moving.

“Three! Three!”

“Alright,” you started to move again, quickening your pace, adding even more lube and then pushing in a third and fourth finger.

“Ohshitshitshit,” he moaned loudly, so happily as you fucked him harder, stretching him. Though you purposefully ignored his prostate. He hadn’t been good enough for that.

“Hmmmm, please,” he whined.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I, ah, I didn’t mean to,” he sucked in a breath.

Of course he had, you knew that, just as you knew it was part of the game. He liked to be just on the edge of misbehaving. Liked you to get a little rough with him.

“I’m gonna have to put you in a chastity belt, aren’t I? One with a butt plug to stop you touching yourself.”

Nathan groaned, his eyes rolling back at the thought.

“Oh, you won’t like it though, it won’t be long enough for you to feel good. Just wide so you’re all nice and stretched, but no relief.”

He moaned again, loudly. “Fuck, baby, please, don’t I’ll acutally cum.” His tone sincere.

“What?” You chuckled. “Just at the thought?”

He nodded desperately.

“Okay,” you leant down and kissed his thigh, grinning. “We’ll save that for another time.”

Slowly you pulled your fingers out of him.

“Hey,” he sat up a little, blinking heavily once he realised what you were doing.

You grinned. “I’ll be right back.” You said as you sat up and walk out of the room.

“I was enjoying myself, you know!” He called after you with pretend annoyance.

“I know!” Quickly you washed your hands in the ensuite before coming back into the room and picking up the chosen strap-on from the floor.

Nathan watched you hungrily, his eyes dark and hazy with lust.

Slowly, you stripped.

“Do you want me to make you feel nice?” He asked quietly, drinking in your body as you bared your skin for him.

You smiled at him, enjoying basking in his loving gaze for a moment. “I already feel nice.”

“You know what I mean.”

For a second you enjoyed the flush of his skin, the sweat pooling at his collar bone.

“Yeah, but you know that I get all worked up when you moan like that.”

Nathan bit his lip, his cock twitching. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. “Yeah?”

You nod.

“Can I feel?”

You giggle and nod, pulling off your underwear that was practically dripping with your arousal and adding it to the pile of the rest of your clothes on the floor.

Not wasting any time, you moved towards him and where he had reached out his hand.

Softly he stroked his fore and middle fingers through your folds and swore loudly, closing his eyes.

“See? I wasn’t joking.”

He nodded. “Hmm, uh huh, I know, I just,” he looked up at you lovingly and dipped his fingers a little further inside before groaning. His cock twitched against his stomach again, the tip red and desperate as it smeared precum over his stomach.

“I just forget,” he mutters, “how much you like it.”

You smile and lean down, kissing him softly.

Nathan slides his tongue into your mouth, using the opportunity to sink his fingers into you and curl them, pressing perfectly inside to that glorious spot he knew so well.

He’d once made you cum in eight seconds with his fingers. So determined to get it under ten that he had brought out a proper stopwatch. Making you cry and sob with overstimulation as he tried again and again and again, whispering praises in your ears as you continuously fell apart for him. That had been a long, and very satisfying, afternoon.

“Nathan,” you chastise, but his fingers feel so good.

“Hmmm?” He asks innocently, sliding in and out of you, making sure to push up and brush against your walls in exactly the right way.

You rock back and forth against his fingers, your body following his rhythm without a second thought.

“You’re being bad.” Though your criticism was a little hampered by the breathy moan that followed.

“Please, please, let me make you cum once like this,” he looked up at you with that irresistibly soft expression he reserved for you. “Just once. Please.”

You nodded, not trusting your own voice and Nathan groaned happily.

He added his thumb to press softly against your clit as he worked you up, slow and steady.

The sound of your wetness nearly cut above Nathan’s own pants and sighs as he worked you at just the right pace. Teasingly you slowly until you couldn’t take it any longer.

A moan began to escape your lungs, Nathan’s cue, and was quickly cut off with a silent scream as he moved faster, continuously stroking your g spot until your legs shook and you came against his hand.

It washed over you like a cool wave, striking against every nerve and leaving you weak.

“Fuck…” You moaned, grabbing out hold his wrist and the edge of the bed to stop yourself from falling.

Nathan smiled and kissed you, slowly pulling his fingers out once you let go of his wrist.

He went to put them in his mouth but you grabbed his palm and shoved them between your lips first, making him moan and pout at the same time.

“But I wanted a taste.” He gave you the puppy dog eyes and you snorted, making a show of licking up and down his fingers, getting every last drop.

You didn’t swallow though. Instead you leant forward, over his face and pursing your lips.

Nathan grinned and opened his mouth eagerly, sticking out his tongue as you spat in his mouth. He groaned and only swallowed when you nodded your head.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

You tutted but smiled. “I shouldn’t be rewarding you, you’ve been so naughty.”

“No.” He elongated the word and then chuckled when you gave him a look. “Maybe a bit.”

“Hmm.”

“But you like that about me, you like my spunk.”

You rolled your eyes “gonna make you spunk more like.” You muttered.

Nathan laughed loudly, not expecting your reaction or grumpy tone and you couldn’t help but smile as you grabbed hold of the strap on, coating the inner dildo with lube before stepping into the harness and sliding it into your aching pussy. Your previous orgasm helping it to glide in comfortably.

Methodically you adjusted the straps, making sure it was tight enough. The inner part pressed snuggly against your clit.

You touched the head of the strap and-shit!

You jump, letting out a small squeak of surprise.

Nathan grinned. “Told you you’d feel it.”

“That’s so weird.” You touched the tip again, sensations rubbing against your clit and through the dildo inside.

“You like it?”

You nod. “Did you make this?”

He grins. “How did you know?”

It’s your turn to chuckle. “It seems like a very Nathan thing to do.”

His smile widens. “I’m taking that as the highest compliment.” He says as he lays back down against the bed, legs spread.

You pour lube over the dildo, feeling the coolness along your clit, and stroke it. The sensations pulse inside your wall.

For the smallest moment you get a little distracted by the feeling before you shake your head and climb on the bed.

As you lean over Nathan to grab a spare pillow the cock brushes against the bed sheets and a shiver of sensation passes along you.

He gives you a cheeky grin. “Feel good.”

“Yeah.” How breathy your voice is undermines you a little.

“Maybe we can try you wearing it while I suck it another time?”

“You wanna suck my dick?” You smile and Nathan nods enthusiastically.

“I do."

“Well, I won’t say no to that.”

You tap his hips and Nathan raises them instantly as you place the pillow under his ass and lower back.

He shifts a little, getting comfortable as you pour more lube on the dildo and then over his asshole.

“You okay in this position?” You say as you kneel between his legs.

Nathan nods. “Very.”

“Good.”

Gently you line yourself up with him and it feels so strange as you press the tip of the cock against his greedy hole, the vibrations of sensation running up your clit and pressing the inner dildo against your walls so deliciously.

“Fuck.” You groan and push deeper, gasping as Nathan clenches down around the cock instinctively.

“Oh, god, yes,” he moans happily, sighing as if this was a glass of water after a long run.

You try to slow down for a second, not wanting to rush him, but he whines in distress and shakes his head. So you push in just as quickly, just as firmly, until you’re fully sheathed inside.

And, oh god, does it feel good.

Nathan moans against beneath you, rocking his hips slightly to encourage you to move.

“Greedy thing.” You mutter.

And he sticks his tongue out at you even as he smiles, “you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

You snort and draw your hips back, dragging out to the tip before snapping back into him and set a brutal pace.

Nathan whines, his head thrown back and moaning loudly, swearing and pleading in every other breath. He grabs hold of the sheets, fisting them tightly before reaching out with his right hand for you.

You take his hand, squeezing tight as you piston in and out of him, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, yes, god, please, fuck me harder,” his voice gets higher, practically screaming as you lean forward, spreading him wider and pick up your pace.

“Like that?” You manage to growl out through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nathan squeezes your hand, his eyes rolling back in his head as pleasure coils so tightly in his belly and lower back.

You shift slightly, readjusting just so and he screams. Moaning and begging, becoming a complete and utter mess instantly as you hit his prostate head on.

You grunt and shift, hitting it again and again, pounding into him relentlessly. Fucking him within an inch of his life.

He’s squeezing you so tight, the pleasure burning through you and bringing you dizzyingly high.

The headboard smack, smack, smacks into the wall, chipping paint with the force of your thrusts.

It’s so good, he feels so good and, and- oh, god.

Nathan moans, his back arching off the bed as his orgasm takes him by surprise. Running along every nerve and hitting every muscle all at once. He spurts thick, milky cum all over himself as he shouts his throat raw.

He squeezes you so tight and you sob as he drags you down with him, releasing and shaking as your orgasm finally crests.

You rest against his legs and breath heavily, your heartbeat calming. The aftershocks of Nathan’s orgasm echo through you via the dildo.

Carefully you ease out of him, bending so you can littler his legs with kisses as you do so.

Somehow you manage to stand, despite your legs having apparently turned to lead and stumble to the bathroom. You clean yourself up, taking off the strap and throwing it in the sink to be washed later, before returning with a warm wet cloth to clean up Nathan.

He is in much the same position that you left him in, his eyes closed as he starts to nod off.

You kiss his cheek softly as you sit next to him. “Just gonna clean you up, okay?”

“Hmm,” he says sleepily. “Thank you.”

He shivers a little as you wipe him clean, despite the cloth's warmth.

“You might need another shower.” You speak softly, and kiss his cheek again.

“Later,” he shuffles closer to you, wrapping you in an embrace and snuggling close.

You manage to throw the cloth onto the bedside table, just. And relax into his arms.

“Was that nice?” You murmur, gently massaging his arms and back.

He nods, his eyes closed. “Let’s do it again later.”

You can’t stop the laugh that overtakes you.

Nathan smiles against your skin, loving the sound.

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 7: LOVERS

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

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

word count: 6.3k

tw: sexual harassment

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

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

And it was all because of this one pretentious asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-What? But why would he?”’

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

It clicked and you widened your eyes at the result.

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

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

Steely Dan scowled at the sight of the interrupting spirit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, your hands balled into fists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got it.”

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

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

“So?” The delinquent said, arms crossed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He was insufferable. True and through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it that Asian kid over there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let go!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Still got a big mouth for a bit-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do your worst you egotistic fuck.”

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

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

They did it.

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

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

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

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

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

He deserved to get punished with brutal judgement.

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

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

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

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

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

The Lovers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N…”

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

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

He could only hope.

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usagichuu · 10 months

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university!dan heng x reader oneshot

a/n: a continuation of the university!dan heng headcanons! it’s been a while since ive properly written so please bear w me, not proofread so also plz bear w me

genre: sfw, first kiss, gn reader

notes: i actually do a lot of archival research in uni irl and hence this scenario has crossed my mind many times but for context for those who haven’t been around uni libraries before: to maximize space many libraries will have their shelves packed together in one huge block of shelves, so you can’t actually access the shelves by walking between them. in order for you to access the shelf you’re looking for you need to turn a wheel on the corresponding shelf to push the adjacent shelves aside and open up a pathway for you to walk between the shelves (does this even make any sense?). but you need to be careful! because if you aren’t paying attention, someone in another row may be trying to get a book and when you open up yours you might squish them :( anyways! context so this makes sense.

It’d been a few weeks into the semester since you first met him at the library, since those steely gray eyes that peered over at you from the front desk seemed to puncture right through your defences. It’s funny how one day of forgetting your laptop charger could turn into a new daily routine of dropping by the library, requesting to rent one just so you could be struck again. Charger rentals quickly turned to him asking you about the books you’re reading to chats about classes. Then one day he started leaving you cups of tea on your desk for your late night sessions - and always when you have your head down for a power nap so you can’t ever thank him. But the teabag in your cups are always the same brand as the ones you see dangling from his thermos, though he will always deny it.

Today you actually did need his help, though. You were looking for a specific book that was not in the regular library shelves, and needed someone to guide you through the labyrinth that was the archives. Luckily for you, Dan Heng seemed to know them like the back of his hand.

“Sorry to take you away from your job like this.”

“I work at the library help desk. You are asking for my help,” he says matter-of-factly, “This is quite literally my job.”

The archive stacks lay out before the two of you, with stacks on stacks of shelves stretched out for what must be all the way from East to West campus. With the archives located in the library’s underground level, it was entirely plausible. The archives room was lit by large fluorescent panels on the ceilings, which seemed to hang low compared to the tall shelves. It was crazy how in a room that loomed this large, they still had to stack the shelves together to accommodate all of them. Each shelf had a great big wheel on its side, which you knew you had to turn to roll the adjacent shelves aside, allowing you passage to the shelf of your choice. With the smell of finely aging books curling yellow with the years wafting through the room and these great big contraptions of shelves, being down here almost felt otherworldly. You looked to Dan Heng - how long must someone spend down here to sift through the shelf labels as algorithmically as he did?

“May I?” Snapping out of your awe, you found him holding his hand out to you, expectantly. Wait - what?

“Huh?”

“Your phone. I forgot the call number.”

Oh. You hand your phone over. This deep into the archives, with the fortress of shelf stacks in front and behind you, the ceiling lights could only reach so far. So when he opened your phone, the light of the screen gently illuminated his face.

“Interesting background.”

“Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Friendly banter is an effective way to make a friendly atmosphere between library staff and visitors.

“I didn’t take you for the bantering type.”

Just before you swear you could detect an almost imperceptible smile. But just as quickly as it came, the light of your phone was snuffed out.

“Here it is,” he set both hands firmly on the wheel, turning and rolling what must have been eight stacks of shelves aside, which gave way with a creak and the crackle of plastic-wrapped books. A space opened up between your two target shelves, just wide enough for one of you at a time to pass through.

“Looks cozy,” you say, taking a step inside. But you knew this was the farthest right he could push the shelves, and you didn’t want to trouble him to push aside any more. “Let’s go find that book.”

You two work silently, scanning the bookshelves row by row: you on one side and him on the other, meeting in the middle. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little flustered when you two bumped shoulders as you finished the first row, him just silently turning to you, shaking his head. It’s not on this one. And then you two proceeded to the next row.

You went on like this for a little bit, occasionally accidentally brushing hands as you two closely watched the book spines, only for you to hurriedly draw your hand away. But row by row, shelf by shelf, he started to move his hand to yours first, your hands lingering, skin to skin, for just a moment as you both pretended to be carefully observing the last book. Never daring to look the other in the eye lest either one betrays the look on their face. First a brush of the knuckles, them the backs of your fingers, then-

The shelves began to close together with a heavy groan. They must have been so quiet, else must not have realized you two were there, and began to close up the stacks, and they were closing in quickly.

Dan Heng immediately put himself between you and the incoming shelf, bracing himself on the shelf behind you. “Excuse me!” He shouts to the stranger, and the shelves ceased.

The stranger called back. “Sorry! I’ll be done in a sec!”

The momentary shock settling down, you realized the position you were in: the two of you, pressed dangerously close together, Dan Heng with one arm above you to steady himself on the shelf behind you, looking down at you. Your faces were so close as you turned your head up to look at him, you felt a lock of his hair brush your forehead.

“Are you alright?”

You open your mouth to say something, when you realize that with his body pressed to yours he could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest - and was that his thrumming in response? Must the adrenaline from saving you from the shelves be getting him this worked up? Why was your own heart still fluttering if the threat is over? And… Why did your face feel so warm?

“I’m…” You look into his eyes for the first time since you two entered the shelves - he’s handsome. Devastatingly handsome. The faint ceiling lights cut through the shelves, offering a window of light for you to look at him, him to look at you.

“Sorry… Is this too close?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s… It’s fine…”

Your eyes wandered - could he see where they were looking? Down his face to his lips, and you tried to focus on something - anything - to distract you but all that was before you was him, his eyes gray like winter above you, his heart thumping through his jacket and against your chest, and his lips, god, his lips.

You two stand in silence as you try to peel your eyes away from him. But then he gently puts his free hand under your chin, tipping it back up to look at him. You can’t hide it now - you cheeks flushed pink, the way you’re looking at him. Your foreheads are touching now, his eyes searching yours as his gentle breath fans across your face, a few locks of hair on your cheek stirring. You quietly whisper.

“Is teasing me also part of your job description?”

A flutter of his eyelashes. Yours closing in response. Your hearts, drumming up courage in you both as he lowers his face and you bring yours up to meet his.

And then the gentlest, gentlest of kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and his hand under your chin drops to your waist in response, drawing you near. His kisses are long and drawn out, then punctuated: short, sweet like haiku syllables, playing out on your lips, writing you to life.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

a/n: thanks for reading yahoo!

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Hi hi~♡ would it be alright if i requested the SDC x princesslike reader? Reader just wears cute princess dresses, can talk to animals and sings like a Disney princess? In stand fights though she is still powerful(crushing steely dan with her heel because he deserves it),, thank you and please rest and stay hydrated and go to bed early and never starve yourself and treat yourself when you're feeling sad and

omg i love this idea so so much, thank you for the request anon!!! i really hope i did well and you enjoy it because the heel thing is so funny! have a great day, anon!! <333

Stardust Crusaders with a Princesslike S/O

Pairing - Jotaro x f!reader, Kakyoin x f!reader, Avdol x f!reader, Polnareff x f!reader

Warnings - none!!!

Notes - i didnt feel like adding joseph in this one, despite how much i love him, so i do apologize, but sometimes, we dont need joseph lol. also, thank you for the lovely note at the end anon, you are super sweet! have a lovely day and stay hydrated!!! <333 and omg the polnareff one has to be my favorite (because he's my favorite lol)

Jotaro Kujo

okay, imma be real

this man cant stand it

the whole heels and dress thing

hates it

HOWEVER

when he ends up accidentally falling asleep on those poofy layers, he cant help but kinda like it

but the part he hates the most would have to be your singing

not because you're bad

but because it attracts animals

he's like... wtf... how?

you just giggle and chase him with a bunny in your hands

but i think the point where he knows that he's actually in love with you fond of you has to be the steely dan fight

when you see that son of a biscuit turn jotaro into a bridge, you knew that when this was over, you were going to get payback

you run up to steely dan when the battle is over and you start shoving your finger in his face, yelling at him. no one can take you seriously. you feel like everyone, even the stardust crusaders are laughing

that is, until you kick the man down and start stomping him with your heel asking how it feels to be a bridge

lets just say you were shown a lot of respect after that

and jotaro held your hand all the way back to the hotel

Kakyoin

this man loves it

omg that gif is so flippin fine

he thinks all of your dresses are gorgeous and he would constantly ask to do your hair for you

he loves braiding it

i think his goal would be to see you out of the princess state

but when he sees you in your nightgown with your hair perfectly around your face as you were asleep, he gave up

you were always pretty, he just had to face it

he would love doing little activities with you like painting each other's nails and playing with animals that you just summon

his favorite thing to do with you though is dance

he holds your waist, your dress and corset perfectly cinching you and he would just saw with you back and forth at night

he prefers that you're in the nightgown though, it seems more elegant and more romantic to him

also he loves the fabric of it

its just so... soft

his fingers would glide over your hips and his hand would be grasping yours as you sway in the living room of his hotel room just talking about life

Avdol

he thinks it's adorable, but at first, he was a little confused

why on earth would you always insist on wearing heels and a dress on missions?

he just cares about your safety

he doesnt want you tripping

because of this though, he takes the whole girly act and princess look as a sign to constantly protect you, thinking you're weak or something

he would put you out of harms way and throw himself in front of it

you tell him to stop, but he's just doing what he thinks is best

he really thinks that the heels block you from being awesome

smh

but boy does he change his mind when he sees you stomping steely dan with your heel

his mouth is gaping open

and let's just say he let you deal with your issues from then on without butting in

Polnareff

HE LOVES YOU SM

he is obsessed with the dresses

and his whole goal is to just make you fall in love with him

he knows your strong

but you're also a lovely person and so so sweet

he just wants to hold your hand

omg bubba

he would help you curl your hair and pick a bow to match your dress

but little do you know, he just wants to be the prince to your princess

he would even bring you flowers

what a sweetpea

he would dance with you in the middle of the night barefoot in a field or something when he confesses

your dress is flying behind you and your hair is shimmering in the moonlight when you hear the words "i love you" fall from his lips

you turn to him with wide eyes and then a smile

before he dips you down and kisses you in the moonlight pulling you next to him in the field to watch the stars before you fall asleep

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bookgeekgrrl · 2 months

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My media this week (25 Feb - 2 Mar 2024)

nancy is the superstar of this show. she's in it for 5 seconds, drops the best line, steals the scene

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 What I Used To Be (thepinupchemist) - 117K, stucky, omegaverse trauma recovery fic - a relatively light tone, mostly escapist fic focusing on the recovery, not dwelling overly much on trauma details, kidfic but I really dug it

😍 The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi (Amina al-Sirafi #1) (Shannon Chakraborty, author; Lameece Issaq & Amin El Gamal, narrator) - just gonna KJ Charle's review bc she's better with words than I'll ever be: "Good god, this was incredible fun. Absolutely cracking. A sort of take on Sinbad but with more historical accuracy (apart from the demons, marids, etc), with a middle-aged retired lady pirate getting the crew back together to take on a Frankish coloniser/sorceror/baddie. It's just fabulous exuberant fun." I cannot wait for more!

😊 The Werewolf Companion (MargaretKire) - traumatized derek hale, intriguing larger worldbuilding, hot, wet, messy sex that really leaned into the 'definitely not human' aspect of werewolf fucking without going full xeno. super enjoyable

🥰 My Man Jeeves (Jeeves #1) (PG Wodehouse) - our intro to Bertie & Jeeves 💖 [via Serial Reader app]

💖💖 +50K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Fine Cure from Fennel Seed (Lucius Parhelion (Parhelion)) - original work, 10K - absolutely delightful amuse-bouche of an original fic; short, hot, slapsticky hilarious, set in the '30s

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Matt Berry and Peter Capaldi read a FIERY letter exchange

Hot Ones - Quinta Brunson

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e1-5

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Mystery of the Haunted Subway" (s7, e3)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "We Need to Talk About Cody" (s7, e4)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Trouble at the Tunnel" (s7, e5)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Collaborators" (s7, e6)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Parade of Peril" (s7, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s3, e3

Um, Actually - s9, e1

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival" (s21, e8)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I See Your Butt Plug and I Raise You a Fist" (s16, e8)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Up First - The Sunday Story: The Diaspora's Troubled African Dream

How To! - How To Let Go of a Friendship

⭐ Switched on Pop - Beyoncé's Country

The Sporkful - Gary Gulman’s Ice Cream Joke Was A Cry For Help

Overinvested - West Side Story (2021)

Consider This from NPR - How The Underground Railroad Got Its Name

⭐ It's Been a Minute - Da'Vine Joy Randolph on 'The Holdovers' and becoming a matriarch

⭐ 99% Invisible #438 - The Real Book

⭐ Vibe Check - Be Forreal!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Wendy Williams

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Jerry’s Hat Museum

Short Wave - Is It Possible To Feed To World Sustainably?

Decoder Ring - The Gen X Soda That Was Just "OK"

Off Menu - Ep 228: Ray Winstone

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - All About That Bass

I Said No Gifts! - Oscar Montoya Disobeys Bridger

Throughline - The Right to An Attorney

The Assignment - Polyamory Is Having a Moment

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Black History in Plain Sight with Places Editors Jonathan and Michelle

Short Wave - Could Dune Really Exist? What Scientists Think of Our Favorite Sci-Fi Worlds

What Next: TBD - The Supreme Court Takes on Content Moderation

Dear Prudence - Am I a Bad Father If I Don't Want to Acknowledge My Kid Publicly? Help!

Welcome to Night Vale #243 - Lost and Found

You're Dead to Me - The Inca Empire

Today, Explained - It’s Shotime!

It's Been a Minute - Three ways to think about journalism layoffs; plus, Aaron Bushnell's self-immolation

Consider This from NPR - Are We Alone In The Universe?

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Santa Fe As It Is

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials - Part 2

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

CREDITS: Carole King

Chromeo Radio • Party

Pop Radio • 1990s

"Easy" [Commodores] radio

Steely Dan Mix • Focus

'90s Dance

Billy Joel Radio • 1980s

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randoimago · 2 years

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How about some Steely Dan, SDC!Jotaro and Mikitaka beach headcanons?

Beach Headcanons

FANDOM: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jotaro Kujo, Mikitaka Hazekura, Steely Dan

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I didn’t know if you wanted this to just be the characters or to have S/O stuff in it so I made it just the characters hanging at the beach.

Jotaro

Okay so this Jotaro is still an ass so he probably hates the beach at this point to be honest. There’s so much sand and it gets everywhere.

Not to mention he already has a lot of annoying people fawning over him, he knows it’ll just get worse if he goes to a beach.

If he ends up at a private beach then that’s not too bad. He still doesn’t like all the sand but at least it’s quiet and a lot more peaceful so he can actually think and try to enjoy himself.

Might just sit in a chair under an umbrella and read a book, to be honest. He’s just not interested in partaking in any beach activities. Just let him read in peace.

Mikitaka

Mikitaka is so interested in the beach. He’s seen TV and how there’s always people laughing and smiling while playing volleyball or running through the sand. He wants to do all of it.

Would drag Josuke and Okuyasu along because he wants them to do beach stuff with him. They probably try and ditch him a few times, but he always finds them.

Wants to collect seashells and build sandcastles. Mikitaka sees a crab then makes himself into a shell just to see if he’ll be chosen.

Mikitaka does want to play volleyball. He has no idea how to and probably offers to turn into a ball to help Josuke and Okuyasu win, only to scare the crap out of people when he shapeshifts back to himself because it hurts being a ball.

Steely Dan

Oh he loves the beach just because he gets so fawned over. He’s a pretty boy so he loves the attention that he gets.

Probably gets into fights with people but he easily wins thanks to his Stand. I mean really, attacking him just for flirting.

He is just so insufferable. If there’s a spot he wants then he will absolutely make whoever is at that spot leave.

Would absolutely use his Stand on someone and make them get him tropical drinks and fan him if they don’t want to drop dead.

#jotaro kujo x reader #mikitaka x reader #steely dan x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba x reader #jojos bizzare adventure x reader

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stars-platinum · 3 years

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Cw: non-con, rape, voyeurism

Steely Dan x reader, Jotaro x reader

Summary: Steely Dan rapes reader to piss off Jotaro then Jojo makes it better <3

Steely Dan enjoyed using people. And your cute little self? He couldn’t help himself. When he finds out that you know Jotaro? He’s beyond thrilled. Once he knows that you can’t fight him back he shoves you to the ground, ripping off your clothes he rubs your pussy crudely causing more discomfort than anything. “Look Jotaro, she’s being such a good girl for me.” As soon as he thinks you’re wet enough he shoves his medium sized dick in your barely wet cunt, thrusting at and ungodly pace, giving you no adjustment, causing you to wail and Jotaro to flinch as he seethes nearby. “Oh no Jotaro, you’re gonna watch me fuck her tight pussy.” It doesn’t take him long to flood your cavern with his cum. After Jotaro beats him to an inch of his life he comes to the hotel room where he’s hidden you away, had you cleaned up and fucks you all night with his giant cock making sure you knew you were loved. And that he’s pretty sure killed that asshole. Steely Dan kept the freaking change. <3

Ps. I’ve had this scenario brewing for awhile and @massacremonday fic made me remember it

#💫.jotaro #💫.steely dan #jotaro x reader #steely dan x reader #💫.imagine #jotaro kujo #steely dan

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 3 years

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Steely Dan and Daniel D'Arby w/ a Transmasc S/O!

a/n: ik i put the little warning when i answered this ask but i'm gonna say it again: I'm not transmasc and have limited knowledge on what you guys go through on a daily basis and if I get ANYTHING wrong, please let me know so I can fix it asap!

Genre: Mostly fluff, some mentions of being misgendered/mentions of deadnaming but it isn't descriptive like, at all (the characters are not the ones doing this, just an fyi)

~Steely Dan~

-Mr. Dan of Steel is fully supportive and incredibly understanding of you once you come out to him!

-If you've just recently realized you were a trans man, Dan is immediately asking your new name (if you haven't decided yet, he's more than willing to help!)

-Again, if you've just recently realized your identity, Dan will help you get the best surgeons and a good supply of testosterone (all that money from DIO's gotta go to good use)

-But if you've already started T and just need to get your surgeries, Dan is still gonna pay for those

-If you've already transitioned, he'll ask you about how you felt after getting your first surgery. He just wants to know how happy you were when it finally happened!!

-You also won't have to worry about being misgendered or deadnamed, The Lovers will take care of that person at the slightest indication of their transphobia

-If you're ever feeling dysphoric, Dan will be there for you immediately. He never wants to see his honey upset over anything, much less their own body

-Overall, very loving and VERY supportive of you!

~Daniel J. D'Arby~

-Daniel is an older guy, so he might not understand when you tell him

-But Daniel is also a quick learner, so even the most basic description of what being transgender means he'll start to piece everything together

-Even if he doesn't fully understand it, Daniel's still incredibly supportive of you

-Similar to Steely Dan, old man Daniel will pay for anything you may need

-Literally anything, not even just the medical stuff

-He'll pay for you to get new clothes if you need them, he'll get you a binder (if you need one), he'll have the money for your legal name change in his hand like 5 seconds after you give him your new name

-He's not a sugar daddy, he just loves his boyfriend very much and wants you to be as comfortable as you can possibly be

-Will also trick transphobes into gambling their souls away

#i hope these were okay anon that requested this #steely dan jjba #steely dan x reader #daniel j. d'arby jjba #daniel j. d'arbu x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader

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sagdustcrusaders · 3 years

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“Voyage Home out in the Bitter Cold” | Jinn!Steely Dan x Reader

You barely had a moment to yourself before his fit started up again: frantically shivering, arms closely drawn around himself and hunched over, their worn breathing getting air out only in puffs. Latched to your leg only minutes earlier, he had warned about his feeling of another wave and insisted you stay by his side for a short while longer. Though, his pleading, nearly snuffed-looking eyes were met with your assurances that it wouldn’t take long, that he could fend himself for a minute or so. And then, stroking the back of his head through the mess of blankets strewn across his frigid body, he had loosened his grip, humming and basking in what scarce amount of extra warmth the action provided him, and allowed your leg to slip out.

You hadn’t imagined his state would dwindle to be so helpless.

The groans were what caught your attention. The low, monotonous roll of his voice, too drained to attempt calling out any other way.

Instantaneously dropping the ladle and leaving it to clatter on the kitchen counter, you abandoned your place over the stove and rushed into the adjacent room, finding Dan where you had left him: bent over himself and huddled by your apartment’s radiator, back turned to the window only several feet behind him. Despite the assaulting sound of hail pelting the glass, he hadn’t failed to hear your brisk footsteps making their way towards him.

Once you knelt by his side, those blanket-clad arms had already opened in expectation for you to take him in. Shivering from the initial loss of captured body heat, Dan’s reaction was quickly met with its replacement by your own. From there, it wasn’t long until his tremors died down as you took to revelling him in your warmth. So much as cupping his exposed face and littering kisses to his cheeks were enough for his whimpers to lower to relieved murmurs. Continually, you caught him tilting his head any way he could in hopes you would brush lips; on one instance he had succeeded and quite cutely attempted to indulge in your breath from his feeble presses against you.

Naturally, you wouldn’t let him go any further, especially after what he had attempted moments before your brief break to the kitchen, with how he had flung off the only things keeping him warm and nearly floored you. There was no denying that he would try taking the interaction someplace you were sure his body couldn’t yet handle, and besides, you hadn’t the time considering what you had left cooking for him.

After several failed attempts, Dan tiredly forced out a heavy sigh. Defeatedly shifting himself to rest his head on your thighs, he rolled aside to meet your gaze. Even from your close distance, it was nearly impossible to make out the minuscule amount of light emanating from his now-grayed eyes.

Prudent enough to keep your hand from venturing underneath his shirt collar and not wanting to disturb the lovingly tucked blanket wrappings around his wrists, you decided checking the pulse from his neck was best. Though, the moment you laid your fingers back on him, you were immediately met with a dopey, conked-out smile as he purred: “You’re still so warm from the kitchen..”

Nodding along, you were too focused on the slowed, uneven palpitating of his heartbeat to pay much mind to Dan’s babbling. It was far from its typical whir, but a bit quicker than it had been the last time you checked thanks to him exerting himself. Recognizing a glimpse of that same flickering glint from his eyes drew you from your thoughts, “Y/n, you shot it down earlier, but I’m not getting any better…”

You waited a moment, no continuation. “And?”

“… and,” He huffed, “could you think about it again?”

#Steely Dan #Steely Dan jjba #Steely Dan jojo #Dan of Steel #jjba #part 3 #sdc #Steely Dan x reader #Jinn!Steely Dan #Jinn!Au #The thing with portraying jinn is that it could be really dumb like “bad jinn finger your ass during prayer so you fart and break wudu”#Or it could be something playing off the idea that if you kill one when it’s invisible their corpse just materializes in front of you #Or them being incredibly petty and possessing someone for accidentally splashing them with boiling water while they’re invisible #And. That’s. Great.

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oingos-bitch · 3 years

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Agents of Dio x Reader -- Comfort Headcanons (Part 1)

Hol Horse

Would hold you close & wrap a blanket around you.

Holds your hand, kissing your knuckles.

Wraps an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder and reassuring you that everything will pass soon.

Not a fan of physical contact? Not a problem, he’ll just whisper soothing words to you in that calm, raspy cowboy voice of his.

Occasionally slips in a pun or a joke in the middle of his pep talk to make sure you’re listening, grins at you once you catch it.

Once you’re feeling better, he’ll help you take your mind off of the situation by taking you out.

Or he’d entertain you with silly stories, if you’re not one for going out.

Lets you wear the hat, lets you wear the hat!

Enya

Headpats. Lots of headpats.

Lectures you on why you shouldn’t worry & goes on a tangent on why nothing matters (kind of making you feel worse, unbeknownst to her).

Would offer to send someone to throw hands with confront whatever made you upset.

Basically, “Who hurt you??”

Steely Dan

Bad at dealing with people crying/upset people in general.

If you were to knock on his apartment door he’d let you in, confused.

Once you start bawling he’d just give you the look. ^

Pulls a kebab out of his titties Goes to the kitchen, returns to you after a bit.

“Uh, want a kebab?”

Places the kebab near your face, nervous.

“C’mon, it’s free of charge! It’ll make you feel better!”

Not as nervous after you accept it (more than likely just to make him shut up), lets out a sigh of relief.

After a while he’d wrap his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head.

He’s not really one for words, so he’d resort to watching TV with you after an awkward attempt at a pep talk.

If you’re really feeling bad, he’ll hum or sing to you ever so softly.

Would act annoyed once he sees that you’re feeling better (he’d feel the need to protect his reputation, embarrassed that he let the soft side of himself show).

“Ugh, c’mon! Feel better already, it’s not that hard!” He says as he gently shakes you, a faint blush on his cheeks.

If you’re really special to him, he’d give you a smol smooch on the cheek.

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silent-sanctum · 9 months

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 8: LET ME DOWN SLOWLY

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

word count: 7.6k

tw: panic attacks, implied attempted sexual assault

You had to keep yourself together to not let one mistake get the best of you.

But through the lies your subconscious wants you to hear, you knew there was an extent to which you were able to convince yourself with those thoughts. And admittedly, it was close to its breaking point.

Try all you could but you couldn’t mute the faint piano music playing faintly in the back of your mind, the paranoia of a murderer lurking in the shadows, the reminders of blood shed from the corpses of your family, nor the visages of a twisted version of your narcissistic mother haunting your waking dreams.

The further you went on this trip to stop the root of all evil and put yourself in peace, the more your past kept resurfacing to torment and eliminate one of the Crusaders or worse. God forbid you involved the others into your struggles.

The last thing you wanted was to see betrayal or disgust from their eyes, staring at you at the discovery that you harbored one of DIO’s agents inside you, waiting to strike. If you could, you would’ve just suggested leaving the group but that would’ve just sparked more questions that pried into information that was too personal.

And you wouldn’t be able to provide a sufficient answer either way with the heavy fog your subconscious placed making you forget the past that happened.

You kept to yourself as the group gathered and continued on after your run-in with Steely Dan. The journey resumed in a vehicle Mr. Joestar bought where everyone crammed in as he drove forward to their next designation.

Wanting to occupy the front seat was the first thing you suggested the second the old man brought the car up. The last thing you needed right now was men pressing against you, the feeling of unwanted touch still lingering from before.

It was fortunate that most of your companions didn’t notice your subtle increase in anxiety, more so when you still had bits of your remaining confidence on show for them to see. Even if they did, none of them took it further than a simple “you okay?” from Pol or Mr. Joestar, or a “you’re not hurt anywhere?” from Kakyoin or Avdol.

The same couldn’t be said for Jotaro.

The one person who was more observant than the others. The same person who witnessed your first spurt of violence out of a mix of self-defense and anger. And the first friend to get hurt by your blind rage. It could only get worse from there.

You’re aware of the cut that now lined his cheek underneath that band-aid and you didn’t have it in you to bring it up to him now. He’s upset at you. He doesn’t like people who hurt him and his friends. You thought back to when you nearly broke Kakyoin’s wrist due to a nightmare you had.

You did that. You hurt them. You tried to snap yourself from spiraling further, but it was hard when you could feel his icy gaze on you, reminding you of what happened.

It’s been a few hours since then and you haven’t been able to look or talk to the delinquent.

Maybe you would soon but you doubted it would be sooner.

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You were being quiet and refused to be near him, and it made Jotaro uneasy.

In any other scenario with another person, friend or stranger, he wouldn’t mind it. He’d appreciate it even. But when it came to you, he grew accustomed to your lively aura and thrived off of it as if it filled in some sort of lack inside him. It was because of you that he was able to have a first taste of what’s it like being a best friend to someone.

It felt nice, warm, and fuzzy deep down. He grew to like and appreciate your many ramblings, countless teasing, and startling displays of affections.

And to have you mirroring what he is- quiet, held back, deep in thought, avoidant… didn’t sit right with him. Were you still shaken from what that fucker did to you? Blaming yourself for the cut on his cheek?

Jotaro wasn’t mad at you. To his knowledge, he didn’t show signs of being upset. You choosing not to interact with him made him confused more than anything. He’d look at you occasionally from the side, hoping you’d at least talk about your feelings to someone else if not him.

But again, you were too stubborn and chose to remain silent, preferring to isolate.

You talked less, distanced yourself from the group little by little, forced smiles that became less convincing than the last, hesitated sharing thoughts more, flinched when someone would call your attention, and chose to sleep in a place where you’d be far from the group.

All those restless nights, paranoid glances, and quick dismissal of negative feelings... Beneath your optimistic mask and throughout the trip to Egypt, you slowly deteriorated from the inside-out and Jotaro still didn’t know why.

And as much as he didn’t want to get involved in anyone’s life, he wanted to help you.

But how could he when you wouldn’t even spare a glance at his direction nor can he find the right timing to approach you without making you more uncomfortable.

Fuck. I’m so bad at this.

Jotaro, through the best of his ability, did what he knew could make you feel a bit better. He thought back to when he’d bought you a bag of snacks and meals when you hadn’t eaten that day and remembered vividly of the sight of your beaming smile. On a pit stop, he’d join Polnareff and buy some snacks for the trip with the adult carrying a heftier bag for the guys, while the other had enough to suffice for just him and you.

Without looking, Jotaro repeated what he had done then and offered the plastic bag to you with a low “I heard your stomach growling” statement, but instead of a surprised exclamation or stunned gratitude, a tight-lipped smile and a brief, simple “thanks” was all he got in return.

In another attempt, the delinquent would try and be the one to put more effort to stay by your side. He’d suggest that he’d be the one accompanying you whenever and wherever the group had to split for a moment. Maybe by doing this, you’d recognize that he didn’t hold any grudges or ill-feelings towards you and you’d be able to let out a portion of your worries onto him.

But you didn’t engage with him. You wouldn’t talk to him, tease him, or blurt out a random trivial fact about something. You wouldn’t even look him, only staring elsewhere with an almost paranoid, distant gaze.

Jotaro grew frustrated. At you for your current behavior? At himself for being a shitty friend? “Hey,” he started. “If you have something to say, say it.”

He’d regret not being able to control the tone of his voice when your posture turned rigid, smiling apologetically. “Ah uhm… It’s nothing really. No worries.”

“Stop lying. You’ve been unusually silent throughout the trip. You’d think I wouldn’t notice?”

You frowned, insulted. “And so what if I’ve been quiet? Can I not be chatty for once?” You said, looking at him with an edge to your demeanor. “Don’t you like it when I’m not annoying you or pissing you off with my bullshit? Wasn't that the reason why you’ve called me a ‘bitch’ in the first place?”

Jotaro winced, his hands clenching in the pockets of his pants and chest throbbing with guilt. It’s not like that. You’re not annoying me. I like listening to your stories. I didn’t mean to- I’m… There were many lines that stirred in his head that wanted to come out to explain his immature actions. But none wouldn’t come out. He knew he tended to convey them often sounding like a complete asshole.

So all he could do was duck his head and shy away from you.

You nodded, solemn. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have to pretend you liked hearing my ramblings. I’ll let you have the piece of quiet you want.” You turned on your heels and walked ahead, leaving the delinquent by himself.

I’m sorry.

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You didn’t want to say those hurtful words to your friend, but was it hurtful when he knows it’s true? Besides, you wanted to get as far as possible from the others with how increasingly unstable your anxiety became.

By making Jotaro frustrated at you, he’d harbor an inkling of dislike towards you and then he’d be pissed enough to leave you alone, sparing him the risk of getting another injury from your hands.

But everything you’ve been doing recently dealt taxes on you- having to minimize interactions with your friends, restraining your Stand from making an appearance as much as possible, trying not to focus on the piano music haunting your every second or the killer just waiting in the corner.

And the nightmares that never failed to pull you back into the past every time you shut your eyes:

“Welcome back princess. You’re surprisingly early for today’s lesson-”

“That’s because you brought me here against my own will. Like you always do.”

No matter how many times this have reoccurred, you’d always find yourself back in the cold interior of your old family manor with the same polished monochrome tiles and marble walls. What changed in each was the scenario.

It was different with each nightmare, none pleasant. You were compelled to stay in a solitary meeting with faceless figures with grins etched on their blank heads, to dine in a dinner set in the gardens where the stalker would lie, to force yourself to read dozens of books where if you’d look away for a second, a scream would terrorize you may it be anger from your mother or pain from someone familiar.

Your uncle? Father? Brother? Or a random stranger?

This night brought you to the music hall where that damn piano resided, occupied with none other than the ebony woman perched on the seat, ruby eyes staring you down as you stiffly stood underneath the doorway. It didn’t have to touch the cursed instrument for it to start playing the same melody on its own.

Empty chairs made up the remaining space in the middle of the hall.

“Why do I have a say in your actions?” The feminine Stand crooned. “You walked here by yourself. Stop denying that you missed your singing lessons princess because I know how much you liked the attention-”

“I don’t even fucking remember what I was doing! Can’t you just stop with the fake act and-”

“You ungrateful brat!”

A sharp gust of wind blast through the room, hitting you straight in the stomach that sent you on your knees. You felt sick as waves of fear coursed through your system. Its voice was spine-chilling, immediately triggering your fight-or-flight. In an instant before you could do any of the two, you yelped as you were forced on your feet by the hand that pulled your hair up with no remorse. “Even after I gifted you your power, your beauty, your voice, you still have the audacity to yell back to your mother like I was in the wrong!”

You wanted to bite back but a whimper could only move past your quivering lips. “All I’m asking you is to do your part as my daughter and make our name proud, but look where we are right now!” It grabbed your chin with ice-cold hands, turning it to the empty hall. “My reputation ruined! Your family destroyed! You could’ve have done your part and spared me the trouble of finding a criminal to-”

To what? What does she mean?

The Stand took a deep breath and smiled, the false mask back on as it tugged you into its arms. You were too confused and terrified to reject the gesture. You stood frozen as it brushed down your hair with light touches. “But that’s all in the past now. You’re still precious, still talented, and able to make amends to mommy.”

“I-”

“Shush now princess.” It directed you to stand on the small stage and you stayed put, hands clammy and breaths coming in quivers. The female returned to its spot on the seat and let the piano start its haunting music once more. “Let’s return to where we are.”

As if on cue, the room suddenly flashed into life. What once was a space drenched in dimmed darkness now beamed with the chandelier’s light. Ghostly figures sat on the once-empty chairs, blank faced and clapping. Underneath them, red seeped through the floor with some appearing as crimson streaks on the walls.

You widened your eyes in terror, recognizing the bloodshed from a past nightmare. Your hands shook, vision turning hazy, and the music almost sounded like it was ringing. It’s the same scene but what lacked was-

Someone tapped your shoulder and you dared to look over.

A strangled scream joined the music. Two battered men stood behind you, one older and the other around your age, both of them looking similar to each other. Both bore multiple wounds from their chests and abdomens, never-ending streams of blood gushing out from them. Their clothes were torn and scrapped. Some of their limbs broken or bent.

You cupped your mouth in complete horror, tears forming in less than a minute. You recognized the younger one- the same man who would ruffle your hair and swore to keep you from danger’s way. The same one who went missing for days, only to be found brutally murdered.

That could only mean that the other figure was your-

“Disobey me again and I guarantee your new friends will turn out like they did.”

Rapid succession of many footsteps prompted you to quickly turn around and staggered back with a cry and closed eyes. Silent Sanctuary manifested in an instant, flashes of rose-gold and sounds of objects crashing the only thing you could process.

“Y/N?!”

You let out a violent gasp as you bolted upright from your bed. The room still spun around you and it took a couple of breaths in for you to see and think clear. And you remembered.

You were in a small hotel room that you insisted staying in. Alone while the others stayed in separate rooms. Though you wouldn’t call it welcoming any longer as the furniture around were now trashed, torn and split open as if a massive whip had done it. Items lay on the floor, damaged if not broken. The window beside you was cracked and the sheets used were drenched with sweat.

You didn’t have to think too much or lie to yourself that the damages dealt was done by an enemy Stand user. You knew no one else couldn’t have done this but your Stand. Oh god, what if one of them was here with me? I would’ve-

The door swung open to Mr. Joestar checking on you still in his pajamas, frantic. In a second, Jotaro appeared beside him, equally worried. “Y/N?! What happened?!”

“I-I don’t…”

The old man hurried inside and assessed the level of damage from the split shelves to the cracked window. He turned to you and grabbed your shoulders, the touch making you jump a bit. “Did you notice someone break in?! Why didn’t you call for help?!”

“Because I- there was- I mean…” You couldn’t form a complete sentence, still overwhelmed from what happened that all you could muster were stutters. “I-I don’t know…”

Mr. Joestar shook your shoulders as if that would snap you out of your daze. “Y/N tell me where and how they broke in and I’ll make sure we’ll make them pay-”

“Leave her be old man!” Jotaro called out from his position by the door, his tone bordering into anger. “Can’t you see she’s shaken?!”

The delinquent’s words prompted him to make a double take on your frazzled state. With realization, Mr. Joestar drew his hands back from your shoulders. You let out a heavy sigh, your arms immediately wrapping around yourself.

You’d find Polnareff and Avdol arriving soon after, hurrying inside to visit you and sitting by your side in an attempt to comfort you. Kakyoin joined the older adult and asked questions as to what had happened.

Out of the corner of your eyes, Jotaro still stood in the same position as before. He watched the guys talk to you from his spot with furrowed brows and tightened lips. That was new. You never saw him this concerned before. Though, it could be out of pity.

And you let yourself believe that lie.

After few more consolations from the guys, time couldn’t wait for the group any longer and you had to continue on forward. Throughout the trip to the desert, you kept your focus on the sky and could only nod and smile whenever one of the Crusaders would talk to you.

There were instances you grew worried whether you’re “positive” mask started to slip and you’d make attempts to put it back on with random bouts of lively, short conversations. Just enough words to make them less suspicious of your odd behavior.

Eventually, you’d reach the edge of the sandy wasteland where Mr. Joestar would trade his car with a couple of camels. He struggled with how to handle them and watched him make a fool of himself in front of his team. Quiet murmuring could be heard beside you but you paid no attention.

Instead, you allowed yourself to smile a bit at the sight of the old man being goofy.

“Y/N?” You turned to look at Kakyoin standing beside you, wearing a thick shawl to cover his head with. In his hands was another. “It’s going to be an inferno out there. Some protection might be needed.”

“Oh… thanks Kak.” You said. He smiled and draped the white cloth over your head, adjusting the hem to fit around your neck.

“The last thing Jot- I mean we would want is for you to have serious sunburns or die from a heat stroke.”

You didn’t catch the slip of his tongue and said one last “thank you” before claiming one of the camels available. With the intervention of Avdol’s help, everyone was able to board the three-humped animals and travel across the desert was now possible.

It would be a while, and it would be insufferable with the heat that would come but you figured that a high temperature inconvenience would be a good distraction from all the shit that now sat in your mind.

You hoped the mild burn would hurt if it meant steering away from your thoughts.

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Your mood hadn’t improved.

Under the blazing heat of the sun, the Crusaders traversed across the vast desert with Avdol leading the way. Joseph was behind the Egyptian followed by Polnareff and Kakyoin side by side. Jotaro followed the both of them while you kept yourself in the back.

To see you smile even just for a little bit when the cherry-haired gave you the shawl Jotaro bought for you was at least something. But along the way, you continued to keep yourself distant from the rest with despondence. The delinquent decided to hang in the back to watch over you while the rest seemed oblivious to your current behavior.

The sudden isolation somehow also affected the way you used your Stand. You refused to use Silent Sanctuary ever since their encounter with Steely Dan, only bringing it out when absolutely necessary to protect the group such as a sudden Stand attack from the Sun itself.

There were instances when he hoped you would cheer up whenever his grandfather would say inappropriate words in the middle of an attack or when the others would burst into laughter at the realization of the enemy user’s choice of camouflage.

You could only smile at most at their nonsensical humor instead of playing into their jokes, only to drop the expression when you knew no one was looking at you anymore.

The night that came after dispatching of the Sun’s user, everyone huddled to settle around the makeshift bonfire, finding their preferred spot to get some shut eye.

And just as Jotaro was about to get his sleep, he found you sitting on your sleeping bag by yourself a bit away from the small circle of warmth the guys rested in. He watched you desperately trying to stay awake, seeing you slap your face numerous times, hold your breath, or pinch your skin.

Eventually, you’d succumb to sleep despite your efforts, still sitting with your knees bunched to your chest and your head resting on top. Jotaro sighed and got up, slowly approaching you before shrugging his uniform off to ball it into a makeshift pillow.

With cautious movements, he gently maneuvered you to lie down on it and helped insert your body into the sleeping bag, zipping up halfway.

He stayed there for a while, watching over you even though his own sleepiness made his eyelids heavier. Your sleeves happened to loosen up a bit. He gaped at the bandages wrapped around your wrists. He cursed to himself and nearly reached over to inspect it. What happened?

Only to stop and direct his fingers to brush your hair off your forehead. Damnit, what am I doing? What should I be doing? Jotaro reached for his lighter and fidgeted with the small item, opening the lid and closing it vice versa. A habit he developed when his mind stormed with so many thoughts. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on? It’s… annoying…

He should head back to his place and get his sleep for the days to come, but for some reason he was compelled to just stay beside you, making sure nothing would happen to you. He wanted to keep you safe, wanted to help you to the point you’d be happy again. And at that one moment of realization, his heart raced and his cheeks flared with warmth.

The delinquent ended up in the same spot that night, being the one who slept sitting through the cold instead of you.

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“I want you to sing as if the world’s watching princess! Let everyone know how top-class your voice is!”

At this point, you were tired and just let your nightmares take control. The piano continued to play and by default you let yourself sing together with the music, tapping into an old memory of a song you used to perform back when you were a mere child.

Before you, countless of blank-faced people watched you on stage, the ones dressed in suits having grins etched on their faceless masks.

“That’s it. You’re making mommy proud! You’ll bring our name back in the spotlight in no time.”

If that meant keeping Sanctuary at bay and from lashing out and hurting your friends, then you’d comply to the Stand’s wishes for now. You sang through your nausea and pressure of the crowd in front of you. It made you powerless and it was sickening. Why couldn’t you just run away?

However, just as you were about to finish the song, something shined beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass window situated at the back of the room. You gazed at the night sky and saw a singular beaming star in the midst of the dark blues and blacks.

You never took your eyes off of it, finding comfort in the tiny twinkling light.

And even through the noisy applause of the audience and the prideful cackling of the ebony Stand, you smiled to no one but yourself.

You found somewhere you could run off to. Away from the manor. Away from her.

And to the north star above.

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The group was to be airborne in a small plane and a baby is now involved.

Mr. Joestar had initially rented the flying transport for the trip but with the feverish infant needing immediate medical intervention, the owner wanted to use it first before lending it to the Crusaders.

But with your diplomatic talk with the pilot to prevent the old man from punching him out of frustration, and the suggestion of bringing the baby with the team aboard the aircraft to bring to a doctor on the way, the crew eventually settled with the man and set flight.

Though you noticed Kakyoin started to have his own dilemma, showing movements that were similar to yours after moments of reoccurring nightmares. Opening up to him, you learned that he didn’t know why he felt that way but couldn’t help but be in unease having the child on board.

Whether it be for the child’s safety or theirs.

His bubbling paranoia would end up in mayhem, yet again mimicking the scene you made without anyone watching. Midst flight, Kakyoin thrashed in his sleep, yelling and flailing wildly that caused Mr. Joestar to lose control of the plane.

With the help of Hermit Purple for the vehicle’s stabilization and Silent Sanctuary to absorb any fall or impact damage for the passengers, everyone crash landed onto land unscathed. Their current circumstances forced the Crusaders to camp out for the night, waiting for the rescue team Jotaro called from the plane’s radio to arrive.

Night came and while the guys readied their temporary camp site, blatantly shrugging off Kakyoin’s obvious hostility towards the sleeping infant, you paced around the area and dreaded going to sleep and returning to the same old lifeless house you once called as a sorry excuse of a “home”.

The fire still crackled in the middle of the group and the sleeping bags were laid out for them to occupy. At first, you joined them around the heat source. You waited until all of them fell asleep and only then, you got up and walked off into the trees where no one was in range.

And against one of the larger trunks, you sat in a space between its roots and let out a heavy sigh. A passing breeze sent shivers down your body and you crossed your arms in a feeble attempt to stay warm.

Your eyelids grew heavy yet again and you could only brace yourself to be part of that Stand’s show as you your eyes closed unwillingly.

Hopefully, you could find the one star from before and this time, you’d make a run for it.

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You weren’t the only one awake.

Jotaro pretended to sleep with the others with his back turned away from your cautious eyes. He waited for any cue to tell him his intuition was correct.

Someone zipped their sleeping bag down followed by footsteps fading into the trees.

He waited a few more seconds for the receding sound to fade and only until the second he couldn’t hear it anymore, Jotaro got up and steadily followed your trail. When he crept closer, the faintest crunch of the ground ahead guided him through the plants and to where you were going.

The delinquent continued his way forward, actively holding back his cursing and “tch’s” with every tiny inconveniences dealt by the shrubs and bugs. Reaching to the area where the footsteps stopped, Jotaro leaned back against a tree trunk to peer over to the side.

And there you were- slumped against another tree, sleeping in-between its root with your knees up and your head laying on top.

What were you doing? Was what Jotaro had in mind at first thought. Why choose to separate and behave like this? And he should be asking these questions right from the moment he noticed the shift in your personality, but why was he hesitating?

“And so what if I’ve been quiet? Can I not be chatty for once?”

“Don’t you like it when I’m not annoying you or pissing you off with my bullshit? Wasn't that he reason why you’ve called me a ‘bitch’ in the first place?”

… Right. He did try, but all he got in response was further aggression to push him away. Your way of not allowing others to cross an invisible border between what’s nice for the Crusaders and whatever secrets you chose to keep to yourself.

Maybe he hesitated because you’d repeat what you’d done and further stray away from his observing gaze, and that maybe you’d be left with no choice but to terminate the bond you both had formed from the beginning.

And as much as Jotaro didn’t mind cutting ties with a couple of acquaintances, he didn’t want to cut the one he had with you.

He shook his head, palming his eyes with a sigh. “It’s too late in the night to be stressing out like this.” He should head back to the others but not before thinking of bringing something to keep you warm from the chilly night breeze. With one last glance, he turned around to return to camp.

Jotaro could always try talking to you again when the time was right, re-worded to sound less insensitive. There would be no guarantee that it’ll work but he had to try.

He followed the trail back to the camp with the cogs in his head still running on possible methods to help you, and as he was about to return to his sleeping bag for tonight’s rest-

The wild cracking of wood and the violent rustling of leaves from the distance brought Jotaro’s attention back to the direction of the forest. A Stand attack? Should I wake up the others? He shook his head and clenched his fists.

You had a reason why you chose to isolate yourself and why you looked so stiff when his grandfather and the others started to ask you questions. He won’t disrespect your wishes but damn it, Jotaro won’t have you battling an enemy all by yourself.

He bolted back into the path he trekked, memorized the turns you took and every little biomarkers he had kept in mind to help guide him through the trees. And by the time he reached to the spot you chose to be in, he cursed as something whipped his arm by accident. He’d expect a bruise to form soon.

Jotaro took in what happened before his eyes.

There you were in the middle- on your knees sobbing, head bowed and clutched tight by your hands, and crying out to someone to “please stop”. Stemming from your back, numerous strips of rose-gold fabric were in chaos, wildly thrashing around with rapid swings as if to shield you from an invisible threat. Your surroundings were beaten to a pulp with torn to split tree trunks, broken branches, and small bleeding creatures caught in your crossfire.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was this why you suddenly wanted to be left alone? Were your dreams that horrible that you had to trigger your Stand’s violent capabilities as a response? There were so many questions that stormed through Jotaro’s mind but he knew he wouldn’t get the answers if you remained the way you were.

And he knew you’d suggest the worse for yourself to the group if he would just leave you alone again. He had to get to you somehow.

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The lifeless manor stood before you once again.

You knew your mother’s Stand waited for you in the music hall for your next performance, but instead of heeding the commands of the melody from the distance, you turned to the windows and looked to the sky. With relief, the glowing star remained in its spot in the sky.

Like you planned, you’d make a run for it.

You swung the main entrance open and bolted out of the building and rushed into the abyss beyond. You didn’t know what was inside the dark but you paid no attention to any of your fears and focused your sights on the lone star shining above.

“You treacherous little brat! You dare flee from your mother?!”

You refused to look back and fought against your instinct to check the booming yell that seemed to intensify with every step you took away from the source. You swore you could hear the faintest pair of footsteps increasing in volume and pace.

In sheer panic, adrenaline rushed throughout your body and you sprinted harder into the void.

“Go any further and I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences, princess.”

You couldn’t see anything around you. It was nothing but the vast darkness of the void until a ray of light beamed ahead of you. With nowhere else to go, you stepped into it.

At first, you were blinded by the brightness of the exit way. Gradually, the environment came to and you found yourself in a static image of a bedroom with a little child in bed listening to a grown man reading a bedtime story. You knew that the kid was you and the man perched beside you was no other than-

“Dad…:”

A sharp ring chimed and you had to cup your hands over your ears and close your eyes as a series of voices spoke:

“Will you be here more often? Mom’s being too scary again.” “I’m sorry I wish I could. I really do, sweetie. But I have lots of things to do at the office” “Oh again?” “Again. But, to make up for it I already booked us a trip to the amusement park this Sunday. Just the two of us.” “Really?!” “Yes because I love my little sunshine so much. Always remember that dad’s always here to watch over you.”

An unclear conversation between him and someone else followed, one that was in confusion and irritation, and what came next was the abrupt crack of bones. You winced at the sound.

When you came to, the bedroom wasn’t what you saw. Instead, it was a park where two people hung out. One a teenage boy and the other you. Your younger self watched him with awe as the older sibling shared your habit of sharing many ideas.

Another series of dialogue rang and beyond your closed eyes:

“And you’ll never guess what the guy did while I was doing my push-ups.” “What?” “He threw a fake bug- my worst nightmare- right in front of my face and I screamed like… like…” “Like?” “Like you.” “Hey! Meanie.” “But you know what, big bro’s almost graduating and as soon as I’m done with the whole complicated stuff, I promise I’ll contact uncle and he’ll help us buy an apartment in Seoul where you, Dad, and I can move into. And we can finally get away her and from all these creepy stalkers.” “You can also introduce me to your girlfriend!” “Yah! I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

The memory of him leaving you for academy replayed and so did the news report of his sudden murder.

You collapsed onto your knees. Before you knew it, a couple of tears trailed down your cheeks and you burst into tears. You had direct family who loved you and for you to see their mangled bodies previous nightmares made you realize that they weren’t here anymore.

Killed.

The ebony Stand stood in front of you and you could only stare at its lower half, unable to look into the piercing blood eyes of the twisted incarnation of your mother. “Get up. You brought this to yourself because every one of you were too selfish that you wanted to leave me behind. Here I thought that I’d get at least an ounce of your love to me.”

“Sing songs like I once did in front of the crowd and have the world stand with awe, applauding the talent shown,” it crooned. “But you couldn’t just remain obedient and do such a simple thing. You also manipulated my husband and your brother to bail you out.”

“And so I thought, what if I removed them from the equation with a criminal who can do whatever I want with some pretty money and quality drugs of his choosing.”

“Y-You… You did this?”

“You forced me to do so! You were going to leave me!”

“Because you made me want to! You killed them and I left! I want nothing to do with you! You murderer!”

The Stand cackled and out of nowhere, it crouched next to you with its cold bony hands gripping your chin. “Still a brat are we? How about I remind you something else?” She turned your head to the darkness and saw countless grinning faces at you.

“My crowd is displeased by your performance and they want compensation.”

“N-No… No! I don’t want that!” You desperately shook, wanting to free yourself from its grasp. “Stop! Please stop! Why can’t you leave me be?!”

“Have fun.” The Stand chuckled and whisked away, granting the looming figures to approach with their hands out.

“NO!” You grabbed your head and shut your eyes. Silent Sanctuary was out and reflecting off of her user’s panic, began to unravel multiple strips of fabric and lashed them out in many speeding arcs, creating a barrier of whips. You sobbed. “Please stop! Please stop! Please stop!”

“Y/N?!”

“Can you hear me?!”

That voice…

“Wake up! Wake up damnit!”

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Using Star Platinum to take most of the strikes with its arm, Jotaro edged closer and called out to you. “Y/N! Can you hear me?!” He grunted as one whipped attack stung hard against his shoulder and yet you couldn’t hear him through the speeding cloths. He tried again and shouted. “Hey Y/N! It’s Jotaro! Wake up! Wake up damnit!”

The flailing continued to rage and Jotaro had to step back from the sting he received on his leg. I have to get close. And he fully intended to just charge through the chaos and grab you by the shoulders for you to wake up, but with one last yell-

“Y/N!”

Your sobs, even for a minute, dwindled down into sniffles and your eyes blinked open. Disoriented and frenzied, you scanned your surroundings in quick motions as if you could’ve sworn predators were out to pounce the moment you woke.

He never saw you in this state and to bear witness sent a gripping ache in his heart. Your breaths came out so harsh, shallow, and fast it looked painful with your face flushed and sweating from the mere effort of breathing. You remained on your knees, hunched over with a hand clutching your chest.

Silent Sanctuary never stopped in her fury but your panicked delirium would pause at the sight of the delinquent, and at the first contact of his ocean-blue eyes, tears swelled and you broke into a desperate sob, wrapping your free arm around yourself. “J-Jotaro… I can’t-”

“What should I do?!” He called out, almost desperate himself. “Y/N, how can I help you?! Tell me!”

You whimpered and you curled further in on yourself, tightening your arm around your waist. Past your short breaths, you managed to croak. “H-Hold me.” You shut your eyes. “Someone p-please… ground me. I-I can’t breathe-”

Jotaro heard enough. He balled his fists and hurried into the clear, shrugging his gakuran off as he made his way to you and ignoring the strikes of your Stand’s cloths against his skin. Reaching you in the eye of the storm, he knelt before you and wrapped your trembling body with his uniform.

In the next second, he nudged you into his arms and held you tight just as you wanted with an arm secured around your back and the other behind your head. “It’s me. It’s Jotaro. Take deep breaths for me.”

In his hold, you buried your face in his faded green top and clutched it hard as you struggled to follow his instructions. You continued to cry. “I-I’m sorry-”

“Don’t. Take your time.” With caution, he gently patted your back in slow, intermittent patterns. “If you can, take a couple of deep- !”

He grunted as the flurry of fabrics that Star couldn’t block snapped against his back and arms, but he never let go. Instinctively, he held you closer as if to shield you from your own Stand attack. It dawned on you that Sanctuary began to hurt your friend and you cried out, pushing against his chest. “N-No! You need to get away! I-I’m hurting you-”

“You’re not,” Jotaro said immediately even if you two knew it was a lie. It fucking stung everywhere, the early stages of bruising starting to form from the countless impacts, but he shouldn’t leave you like this. He wouldn’t.

He bit back another grunt as a hard blow struck his shoulder. “Focus on yourself. Breathe.”

You were a mess, conflicted whether you should continue to push him for his safety or keep his arms secured around you. And through your ugly tears and sobs, you willed yourself to concentrate. You kept your arms folded between your chest and Jotaro’s and he felt you shut your eyes.

Through the swings of the cloths, he could hear you focus on your breathing albeit shaky. “That’s it.” He encouraged softly, brushing your hair. “Deep breaths. No need to rush. I’m here.”

Eventually, your uneven breaths stabilized and the tension you kept inside faded away, your once rigid shoulders turning lax as you continued to keep up with the progress. Once you’ve calmed down enough, your Stand would pick-up its user’s state and stop its blind whipping.

Jotaro heavily sighed, relieved that he won’t have to tolerate any more beatings. He sat back on the grass, now at ease, and slowly pulled you with him, settling you between his legs while you were still finding your bearings.

A couple of minutes flew by and without the sound of whips cracking in the wind, it gave way to the calming ambiance of a simple night’s scene- the distant song of cicadas, the soft rustling of leaves, and the faint chirps of birds from the grove beyond.

As more seconds passed, you shuffled a bit in his arms with a sniffle and Jotaro leaned back to check you. With red puffy eyes and flushed cheeks, you looked at him the same time he did at you. “How are you?”

You mustered up a small yet genuine smile. “Feeling a bit better and… Oh god,” you turned away and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, embarrassed. “Oh my god, I’m really sorry you had to see me like this.”

“I don’t care about that. What I do care about is that you were able to calm yourself down.”

“Yeah but I also got help and for that.. I’m thankful.”

Jotaro huffed and warmth grew in his cheeks, a heavy weight that bore on his shoulders for days alleviated at the sight of your relief and gratitude. “Uh… let’s get some sleep. You must be tired from… all that.” He leaned back onto the dirt and closed his eyes, grimacing from the sting of the newly-formed bruises.

“And I’m… I’m sorry you had to endure my Stand’s-”

“It’s no problem,” he said to cut you off. “Those will just go away in a few days.”

Behind his shut vision, he could hear you move to him slowly by the telltale crunching of the grass growing close. “Will you mind if I… you know…”

Jotaro opened his eyes and saw you looking at him with an expectant gaze as you sat beside him, hands fidgeting with the hem of his uniform still draped over your shoulders, nearly engulfing all of you from how over-sized it was compared to your body. The vision momentarily caused a short circuit in his head for a split second.

“Know what…?”

“Lay next to you? It helps me… sleep.”

The delinquent took in your pout and puffy face one more time before sighing, laying out an arm for you. “Go ahead.”

You shuffled closer and eased onto the grass, letting his uniform serve as your blanket. Careful to not put too much pressure, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed yourself close to his side, your face almost burrowing close to the crook of his neck. With you settled next to him, he wrapped his arm around your waist as if to secure you from the dangers out in the wild.

Fuck you’re so close… Jotaro’s heart raced at the proximity of your nose against his neck and the warmth you radiated beside him, but he knew how to keep himself in check and not cave in to bashfulness.

And just as he kept telling himself that, he jolted at the feather-light graze of your fingertip against his cheek. “ There’s still a faint mark here,” you mumbled, still tracing the length of the healed cut. “I’m sorry I did that too.”

“You never meant to hurt me… so it’s fine.”

“Still… I’m-”

“Stop saying ‘sorry’,” he said. "Because you don’t have to be.”

He could feel you pout against the skin of his shoulder, your hand now resting on top of his chest. “My bad then, Jotaro-ssi…” Your words turned sluggish as hints of drowsiness started to manifest. “I’ll just… go back to… sleep.”

Jotaro turned to look at you one last time with hooded eyes, finally content at seeing you doze off peacefully. And with no one watching, he slowly brought up his hand to smooth out the stray hair at the back of your head. You made a tiny noise of contentment and nuzzled closer to him.

Now falling into slumber after you, Jotaro returned his arm to where it was on your waist, muttering a quiet “good night” before succumbing into sleep himself.

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That night, the nightmares didn’t return.

For the star that you found out the window, the one you wanted to run towards, has instead led itself to you.

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