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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years
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How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?
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A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.
Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.
Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.
His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel
Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.
Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.
He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.
Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.
During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.
He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.
Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.
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jolyfics · 4 months
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Could I pretty please get some 6taro falling in love again headcanons? Them snake pants make me weak at the knees~
𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
summary: hcs of 6taro falling inlove again
notes: hope you like this!! i honestly could just write jotaro stuff for hours. i love my little guy sm
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you two probably met at work
being a marine biologist too, you both had a good amount in common already
you definitely spoke to him first
probably about work related stuff
once he saw you istg he was practically MESMERISED
though obviously he said nothing
he would keep his cool in front of you but when hes in private he will definitely just stare at a wall and think about you
since then he subconsciously would sit beside you at lunch, keep a spare umbrella incase it rains and so on
eventually you’d catch onto this and confront him you found it cute though
he’d come clean, he’s more mature than his younger self once was
though he wouldn’t confess anything to you
he’d keep that locked up inside of him purely for how jolyne would react to him dating someone else
he doesn’t wanna hurt her :(
you’d have to tell him your feelings first, though he’d be hesitant at the start of your relationship, he soon grows more comfortable dating again
you two would obviously go on aquarium dates
i get the vibes that 6taro just loves going to the cinema, so expect alot of that too
he works alot, so you’d have to coach him to take more breaks
he probably loves just sitting with you
i get the idea that his love language is quality time, so be wary at how clingy he’s gonna be
you will hardly ever get time to yourself
hes not doing anything wrong, he might not even be talking to you. he just likes your company alot
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cerise-on-top · 4 months
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IT'S MEEEE! 😆 how're you doing?
I want some ANGST! But with a happy ending with Fluff!
Valeria/Laswell/Farah have a stressful day, and they are in a bad mood and take it out in the reader.
Take your time and take care! 🫶
Hello again! Welcome back! I'm doing fine, I'm just a bit tired right now, but I should be alright by tomorrow! First off, I'm so sorry this took so long! I tried to make it a bit longer than I usually would as an apology! There's not a whole lot of angst, aside from the girls having had a rough day and accidentally letting it out on reader, but I tried! I hope it's to your liking! Thank you for your request!
Valeria, Farah and Laswell Taking their Anger out on Reader but then Comforting them
Valeria: It was likely Alejandro who got on her nerves, chasing her like a dog would its own tail, only to never catch her after all. If she could, she would have him killed just like that. Much to her dismay, however, he was slippery, a trained killer whose only weakness was either himself or Rudy. But even the latter was hard to catch, so both of them meeting a fitting end would yet have to wait some more. At that moment, all Valeria wanted was to spill some blood. Anyone’s would have been fine. Walking through the door to your shared home, she watched you fold some clothes in the living room, putting them aside carefully so as to not put too many folds in them. Waving to her once you put down the sweater, you greeted her, wanting to throw your arms around your partner. Yet, fear struck you as Valeria glared at you, looking as though she was about to rip your throat out using her bare teeth. Thus, you kept your hug to yourself, a bit intimidated by her.
Instead, you tell her that you made some food, some vegetable stew, which she could easily reheat in the kitchen. Somehow, that information made her even more furious. Seemingly disappointed in your choice of cooking, she cussed. At first not at you, but when you tried to deescalate the situation, insisting that you could cook her a meat based dish as well, Valeria’s fuse blew. Her voice grew louder, almost booming, with her explicitly telling you that she didn’t fucking care about the food. It wasn’t the first time you had seen her act like this, but not towards you. Therefore you figured she must have had an extremely rough day. Even so, when she was done, you muttered an apology, going to your room and avoiding her for the rest of the evening so she could blow off some steam. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known after all, but you still felt like a failure, awaiting the seconds, the minutes, the hours, until you could finally go to bed. Just hearing Valeria stomp around outside your room made your blood freeze in your veins.
It wasn’t until 21:23, as you were just about to head to bed, that you heard a knock on your door. Even without your permission, it was opened, showcasing Valeria on the other side, seemingly having calmed down a bit. Leaning against the doorframe, she complimented your cooking. It was as delicious as it had always been, very well seasoned and very filling after all. You did nothing wrong, she, too, assured you of that. While she won’t go into detail regarding what exactly happened for her to snap at you like that, simply mentioning a few sleazebags who had caught up with her, you will hear something that only ever leaves her mouth when she’s wronged you for no good reason: an apology.
If you let her in, then she’s more than happy to try and comfort you. Yes, it’s a bit awkward since she’s not used to doing so, but seeing your eyes wide, your body tense, all because of her does take its toll on her. If you don’t wanna be touched just yet, that’s fine, she can respect that. But if you do allow it, then she’ll gently grab your hand and squeeze it a few times. She’s tired too, so she likely won’t be doing anything big with you anymore that night, but she’s open to making plans with you and discussing them. She really wants to right her wrongs when it comes to you, so you’re more than welcome to make a suggestion. You wanna have a picnic with her? She knows Las Almas quite well, some beautiful, undisturbed spots coming to mind almost immediately. You wanna go shopping? You can ask her for just about anything you want, she’ll give you extras to go this time too. You wanna stay in and watch a comfort movie? While she may not be one for watching movies, she will make an exception for you. She always does when she can.
Discussing those plans with you, she’ll try to make you smile at least a little bit. Once she’s sure you’re not afraid of her anymore, she’ll give your cheek a little kiss, joking around a bit more than she did before. She won’t bother you for the rest of the evening unless you explicitly seek her out, but she will keep an eye out for you, leaving you a few snacks right in front of your door. Maybe even some money so you can get yourself something fancy and nice. Problem is, she likely won’t have too much time, but she’ll be damned if she won’t take better care of you, if just temporarily. Even though she’ll always try her best to take care of you, it’s you we’re talking about, after all.
Farah: Another stressful day during the revolution. With an ambush surprising her, leaving her and her people a bit more vulnerable than usual, with her almost losing some of her best and closest fighters, it was only natural for Farah to be a bit more on edge than usual. Normally so calm, able to calculate the best moves and maneuvers for just about anything, no matter what happens, this was something she did not foresee at the time, thinking she had had the upper hand instead. It was only when she finally had the time, just a day or two, for you, mad as she usually never was, that she walked through the door, throwing her gun to the cabinet. Despite not being such a loud person, a sniper had to be quiet and patient, after all, she made quite a ruckus when she had finally returned. You were ready to greet Farah, give her a big smile and make her feel welcome and home as only you could. Soon enough, however, you did feel that something was off. Despite being stressed more often than not, she usually wouldn’t scowl at you like that for no reason.
You offered her a hug, opening your arms wide despite your expression betraying your nervousness. Aside from a glare, you got no reaction. Eventually, you put your arms down and she greeted you, venom spewing from her words. The toxins could corrode even the strongest iron walls, leaving you defenseless in your fear. Did you do something this time? Likely not, Farah just got home after all, but the thought still lingered. Although she was normally so chatty when she was just a bit exhausted, she stomped away, not saying a single word to you. First the bathroom, then the kitchen and lastly her bedroom. The clanking of cutlery against a plate could be heard, but that’s about it. You felt awful, something properly terrible must have happened to her for her to act like that. But it wasn’t like you could change it, so you lowered the volume of your TV instead before turning it off entirely and reading something on your phone.
Another few hours had passed, you barely even dared to move a muscle aside from scrolling on your phone, much less make any noise. What if it was you after all? What is Farah was about to leave you for something you didn’t even know about? Your thoughts spiraled, with every following one being worse than the previous one. You folded the blanket and put it on the arm of the couch, ready to head to bed when you bumped into her. Quickly, you uttered an apology before being ready to dart off to your own room, but Farah held you in place, asking you if you had a moment to spare and listen to her. It was dark already, with the dim artificial lights doing you no favors in seeing her any better either, but she sounded calmer than before. Still slightly annoyed, but it seemed like whatever had gotten into her had lessened its grasp on her. Tugging you onto the couch, she apologized for giving you such a harsh and cold treatment, simply figuring that waiting until she had calmed down would be better than letting it out on you, who had no part in it. The situation was dire for her, she told you a bit about it. About the ambush, about the people she’s almost lost during it. She knew that she really shouldn’t have been acting like that towards you, and for that she apologizes one last time.
Once she was done explaining what had upset her to you, she’d be quiet, remorseful, until you’d speak up again. She’d love to make it up to you, you really didn’t deserve such harsh treatment after all. If you just want a hug or a kiss as a form of apology, she’ll smile at you, being more than willing to give you just that. However, she will also ask you if that’s everything you wanted. That would be your chance to ask for something reasonable from her. Sure, she won’t be able to buy you a new car, but you’re more than welcome to ask her for some alone time, just the two of you. She might only have a day or two away from the fight, which she was going to spend with you either way since she rarely gets to see you, but if you have special requests, that would be the best time to suggest them. There may not be too many fancy restaurants or malls nearby, but you can always just watch a silly movie or take a walk together.
Farah would literally swear to you that she’s going to make it back in one piece to you. After all, there’s no one else she’d rather roam the streets with during a beautiful cloudless night. Besides, she made two promises that night: to make it back to you and to make it up to you. Farah would fight any deities out there to make it back to you, no matter if it was a losing battle or not. If it’s you then she’ll fight as dirty as possible to see you smile again.
Laswell: She was likely taken off a case, in spite of her having enough evidence to prove everything that needed to come to light. With her wit, with her having the right people at her disposal, she could have brought this to an end. However, her incompetent superior had other plans, letting it all rot in darkness instead, until everyone forgot it ever even happened. Laswell was furious, no matter how much she argued, her superior wouldn’t budge and for that she silently cursed. Normally so calm and composed, this time she wished she could have blown someone’s brain out for being the dumbest creature alive. But alas, such a thing was illegal, if someone ever were to find out. She entertains the idea for a few minutes, but quickly enough shakes her head, thinking of other ways to accomplish her goal. Walking through the door, she already heard you singing along to some tune, the music unnecessarily loud. You likely didn’t hear her come in, which in and of itself wouldn’t have been a problem. On any other day.
Only when she turns off the music do you realize she’s here. However, her grimace was already telling. Shyly, you greeted her, but not much else, letting her speak instead. The fury had gotten to her head, her face being slightly more red than usual. This time, she was stern, telling you that you really shouldn’t listen to your dumb music this loudly at such an hour. She was going to get a massive headache from today, if only because of you needing to turn up the volume impossibly high. While Laswell wouldn’t yell at you, her words would be sharper than an obsidian knife instead. Indeed, she’s not trying to actively hurt you, in fact, once her little lesson on you maybe being a bit more quiet is over, she’ll feel bad, apologizing immediately. It would take her much, much longer than that to actually calm down, but once she sees your scared, saddened expression, unable to really say much, she’ll say she’s sorry and let you go, watching you as you quietly trot away with your head hung low. Sighing to herself, she already comes up with plans on making it up to you, but she knows she can’t control her anger as she was right now.
A few hours later, you’d hear the bell ring, but not be quite ready to leave your room just yet. It likely was for Laswell, not for you, so you simply stayed put, hoping that she had calmed down a bit by then. However, your ears would perk up upon hearing her knock on your door, asking you to come to the living room so you could eat something together. Despite being a little bit skittish still, afraid to anger her further, you soon enough noticed she had calmed down again, with your favorite takeout from a restaurant you usually suggest lying on the table. Once seated, Laswell opened the packages, handing you your food. In a much more serene tone, she’d apologize yet again. Your music wasn’t dumb, it wasn’t giving her a headache, she just had a very rough day and needed some peace and quiet. Laswell hopes you can understand this, even if she did treat you unfairly. She recognizes that, and that she also tells you, with her promising to try her best to not have it happen again.
Laswell won’t go into detail either regarding what happened, for obvious reasons, only that some inconvenience happened today, which upset her a great deal. But that wasn’t what was important at that moment. She was calm, hopefully you were as well. And if not, then she’d try her darndest to make it that way. Considering she, technically speaking, had more time that day, and the following ones as well, she’d be the one to suggest going out the next evening. Maybe a nice and fancy restaurant, maybe a show like a musical at the broadway. Or maybe the two of you just want to take a vacation somewhere nearby. Either way, Laswell has plans for the two of you, having brainstormed a few in the past few hours. She’ll get her way at work eventually, it just might take some time, so she’ll happily “indulge” her superior for a few days before going back to crack the case either way. It would make her all the less suspicious. Besides, she’d get to spend time with you as well, even if all you wanted was to just go window shopping at the local mall.
That evening, she’d likely just want to watch TV with you, continuing to discuss your plans for the next few days. But after that she’s more than happy to book whatever it is you want to do afterwards. While she might not be the biggest fan of such, she will even go to the nearest Six Flags with you and ride a few attractions just to see you smile and hear your laughter, as well as excited screams, yet again.
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illitfiction · 9 days
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AFTER SO LONG part one of two.
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JOTARO KUJO ── “ MATURE CONTENT﹕stone ocean timeline. afab reader. slight angst, family trope, possible positive ending. ✶ YOU DIDN'T expect to see him on your way to work, after leaving you and your two girls without saying much.
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For as long as you can remember, your life has always been a bizarre journey.
It’s been a long time since you travelled around the globe and all the adventures you’ve gone through. After those memories you’ve made, you decide to settle for a normal life after fighting Dio with your friends that you’ve met along the way. That’s how you met Jotaro Kujo in those long years. 
You and Jotaro were still young and had dreams after the battles. It took a while adjusting to normal life, normal routine with remembrances of friends that have passed and hellish fights that no teenagers should ever face. But the two of you manage alright; you went to mortuary school, and Jotaro pursued studying marine biology in the States. 
Your feelings for Jotaro, that was once platonic, blossomed into love for him. He also reciprocates your feelings and when you’re both eighteen, the two of you settle to be together. Getting married at aged twenty-one whilst working on both degrees respectively. It wasn’t easy managing different responsibilities in both your life as students, young married couple and parents to two little girls within a short period of time. 
You would do anything for your eldest and your youngest. Fight against the world to protect them as your motherly instinct resides in you the moment they were born. Jolyne and Joanna, born a year apart from each other, are your whole world. You raise them both together on your own, and in the beginning of your motherhood, you were okay with the arrangement since Jotaro needed to finish his studies before working on his doctorate. 
But after that, Jotaro rarely sticks around. 
He only visits you, Jolyne and Joanna sometimes for a few days before he’s off again overseas. Jotaro becomes distant to his family and that’s what you fear the most. This occurrence isn’t good for anyone, and you know that, especially for your girls. They always ask whereabouts about their father, why is Jotaro constantly away and they rarely get to see him. You would take a bullet for your daughters without hesitation, always. It’s heartbreaking to hear it every time from them how upset that their father is rarely in their lives. 
And you know deep down that Jotaro would feel something for the family. You know he cares about them and you too, but sadly, he never changed and improved his relationship with the girls and even with you. It created ripples of rocky relationships and you weren’t sure that if it’s something you’re willing to live on most of your life.
Settling for divorce with Jotaro is never easy. Breaking the news to Jolyne and Joanna after that is the most painful thing you had to do. You know that they’re suffering once you broke the news. When their faces crumple into mixtures of anguish and disbelief, you wonder if you’re doing the right thing. You still think of it to this day, sometimes with regrets and sometimes with acceptance.
Despite the rocky few years of the girls’ childhood, your bond with Jolyne and Joanna is unbreakable. The girls are your whole world, watching them grow up together. As a single mother, there are challenges you had to deal with that you did whatever you could. Jolyne gets into fights and trouble, Joanna is so silent you worry about her well-being sometimes. You worry about both your girls most of the time. Without another parental figure besides yourself to be an exemplary role model to them… without Jotaro’s help… you find things on your own just difficult. 
You think about Jotaro all the time. After the divorce, things hadn’t been easy. In the earliest beginning of your life as a single mother, you wanted to hate him for leaving. Hated how easily he agreed to sign the divorce settlement and disappear without saying much. Why couldn’t he put his family first before anything else? The two of you have been through a lot together… So why did he leave so easily? 
You wonder if it hurt Jotaro as much as it hurt you. 
So when an unfamiliar car is parked at the bus stop you frequently wait, and the driver opens the door on the other side, you see him right in front of you. Your heart drops a little. 
“We need to talk,” Jotaro’s stoic expression matches the sedate tone of his. 
You frown and close your eyes for brief moments, slowly exhaling out through your nose and mouth. The memory stills fresh and though wounds have healed, there are still invisible scars from all that’s happened. He shows up across from you after five years. You dreamt of this moment, but now it leaves an unpleasant taste on your tongue. “I have to go to work.” 
Jotaro looks at you; properly looks in your direction when he lifts his head so that the cap no longer hides his eyes. Those stern, green eyes you’ve always remembered. You look into those eyes so many times — in Jotaro and in Jolyne and Joanna — and the resemblance strikes so much. “I’ll drive you to the hospital. We can talk on the way.”
There’s no point arguing with him and you enter Jotaro’s car without saying another word to him. A quiet car ride with him isn’t an ideal start of a long night shift of your workday. The journey feels stretched in the car from your bus stop to the hospital. And when you see the view of a familiar building at the window, the car doesn’t stop and instead, slowly rides by the side of the road in front of the neighbouring shops and buildings. You glare at Jotaro with a raised brow. 
“We should eat first, then talk.” He says. “It’s still early.” 
It’s only eleven-thirty in the morning. Around this time, you would have an early lunch before starting your work shift starting at one in the afternoon. Jotaro couldn’t have known this, but the lineup of this coincidence is too close for your comfort. You wanted to ask him how he would know about this routine of yours, but decide to withdraw yourself from speaking unnecessarily.  
Eating outside is certainly cheaper than eating in the hospital’s cafeteria (despite you working there). You and Jotaro eat lunch at a Japanese restaurant, order something and not long after, the food arrives. The two of you eat in silence and it brings you back memories of your younger days. Memories of eating food together with him surfaces and have your heart aching a little. You eat with him a lot during your college days.  
You take a peek of Jotaro through your lashes. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him and although he’s still as aloof and quiet, Jotaro has certainly gone older like you do. You’re both in your early forties with demanding careers. He still wears that cap and long overcoat that’s now eggplant colour instead of black and grey tones. His hair is much shorter and tidier. He’s still a six-foot-five colossal figure, though still large yet is slimmer than you last remembered. 
When you look at him, you see that resemblance to Jolyne and Joanna in him again. They are his daughters, after all. 
“You said you wanted to talk about something.” You begin, and it’s a sentence longer than you initially wanted to say to him. “So, talk.” 
Jotaro stays quiet at that moment, settling down the chopsticks on the table. Digging his hands in his pocket, he leans back in his seat, and you weren’t able to see expression in his eyes. “Did you give the lockets I told you about to Jolyne and Joanna?”
He’s referring to the accessory that the girls have possessed since they were little. You know what’s inside them; a picture of you and him when you were both still young, then a picture of the girls. Jolyne’s locket has a picture of Joanna, whilst Joanna has a picture of Jolyne in hers. 
“I send it to the prison centre along with Jolyne’s things. So, she’ll have it.” You said. “Joanna still has hers, though I doubt she carries it all the time.”
Jotaro frowns, “she should start carrying it with her at all times.” 
Your forehead creases more, unable to figure out where the conversation is leading to. “What’s the meaning of this, Jotaro? Why are you here?” Why are you bargaining into our lives like this?
Another silence from Jotaro again gives you the hint that he most likely will not tell you his reasons, or at least, what you wish to hear. You give out a hopeless, soft snort and shake your head, looking down at your lap. So much has changed, yet remains quite the same. 
Your brain moves like moving gears, trying to figure out Jotaro, understanding him. You have questions you want to ask him. As much as a part of you wants to be angry at him, another part wants you to know from him if he’s doing okay. Jotaro talks when necessary and it’s something that you’ve known for a long time. And you’re no ordinary person and ex-wife; you’ve gone through the same experience as he did. If there’s something dangerous that Jotaro knows and you know, then he must have a reason he doesn’t speak about it. 
“Jolyne’s imprisonment was a setup.” 
You shoot your head up to look at him. The confession has you on guard and fidgety, but you remain calm to let him explain. “It was all a plan; from the incident with Jolyne’s boyfriend to the judge’s decision at the hearing, it’s all a setup.” 
“But why? I don’t…” Your eyes weaver. There must be a bigger picture you’re not insightful of since you, Joanna, and Jolyne live quite a peaceful life. Jolyne’s delinquent behaviour wasn’t to an extreme that she made enemies that could plot everything that fell into place. A set up … if Jolyne had already fallen into someone’s trap plan, then Joanna would meet a similar fate too… 
Jotaro looks at you silently, knowing that you’re using your perception to make sense. It’s the thing that he admires about you, but of course, he doesn’t tell you that. Even though you’re more than capable of fighting for your own, he still worries. He thought he severed his ties from fighting enemy Stand Users. But evil never rests, huh? And even when DIO is long gone, other enemies similar to him are still in the shadows. 
“So the past is catching up,” he hears you say. “I suppose you have a plan?” 
Jotaro only shrugs his shoulders. “Leave this out with me.” 
You frown so many times within the past hour today. Provocation rises in you as you glower at him. How does he expect you to sit back knowing that your daughters are in grave danger? “Have you forgotten that I have a Stand?” 
To this, White Priestess appears at your side. No one in the restaurant can see the ghostly-like female figure, but only you and Jotaro can. Priestess has respectful abilities of her own with enhancing powers that ties to the seven senses better than humans. You haven’t used her in a fight for a long time after deciding to retire from being a Stand User fighter. You keep quiet about Priestess from Jolyne and Joanna, despite believing that there’s a chance they develop their own Stands in the future. It runs in the Kujo-Joestar bloodline and it also runs in you. 
Star Platinum — Jotaro’s Stand — appears beside him. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Star and the Stand is still the same as ever. Priestess and Star look at each other with the same intensity as you and Jotaro are. 
“Jotaro, how long have you known? Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?” 
“It’s my problem and mine alone,” he says again. “This doesn’t concern you.” 
“I’m their mother,”
“And I’m their father,” 
“You haven’t really been that long of a figure.” 
If Jotaro is shocked by your outburst, his facial expression differs otherwise. He’s stoic, unfazed, and meanwhile, you feel nauseous to your stomach, like bile in your taste buds at what you just said to him. Did you say it stems from your protectiveness over your daughters as their mother? Or did you say it partly because of how easily Jotaro agrees to the divorce, and he’s now coming to your life like you’ve always hoped for? That closure you needed, but a harsh one to be jabbing at him.
Good grief, you imagine that’s what is going through his head right now. You almost want to smile at it. 
“I understand that you’re hurt, but this is something I should be the one telling them the truth.” Jotaro speaks up when you look away from him.
You remain quiet and look anywhere else but him. You suppose that this is him redeeming himself and making it right. The thought of it warms your heart a little, knowing that he will always care for those he protects. 
Jotaro asks the whereabouts of Joanna and you tell him she’s studying at her college library. “Okay,” he nods. “It’s almost one, I’ll walk you to the hospital.” 
You still don’t know what he’s planning, knowing where Joanna is. Your hunch tells you that Jotaro would come for her, and then Jolyne. You don’t think you told him that Joanna is studying biochemistry to be a forensic scientist, but maybe… Joanna would have told him. 
The two of you leave the restaurant and walk on the pavement towards the hospital. It’s been a while since you walked side-by-side with Jotaro. The view of the building is at sight, but you don’t feel ready to part away just yet. 
“Hey,” Jotaro’s rough and aloff voice catches your attention. When you turn, you see that he’s a few steps away from you. It seems like whatever he needed to say to you has been settled. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings in those times. Be careful.” 
You only nod your head slowly, still unsure of what to say to him. Even when you gaze away from him for a moment, he doesn’t stop looking at you. When you say nothing more to him, he takes the sign to make his leave. 
“Jotaro,” you realised what you’ve said. His back is still facing you and you’re thankful that he did, or else he would see your reaction. There’s so many things that you haven’t said to him, so many unresolved closures. You… you miss him. You obviously do. After all, he’s still the man you share your past with, creating Jolyne and Joanna in both your happiest days. Jotaro leads a tough life and… you now understand and accept his reasons for going along with the divorce. 
You shake your head, “it’s nothing. Just be careful.” 
Jotaro continues walking away, and for a moment, you stop to watch him go. Emotions are rising in you, but in the end, you hold yourself back and let him be. You have a working day that you have to face through. And as you walk towards the main entrance and watch the glass doors slide open, you’re ready to set in when something stops in your tracks. 
You let out a soft gasp and your eyes widened when something warms your left cheek. At the corner of your eye, you swear you see Star Platinum right on the corner of your eye with a gentle “ora ora ” noise before he disappears. You turn around, knowing that Jotaro is still somewhere close by outside. 
You’re not sure what it means, but it makes your heart swell and flutter like how you used to feel back when you were younger. Your phone beeps in your coat pocket and when you pull it out, there’s a message notification on your screen. Your heart does another somersault leap.
Jotaro Kujo: I’ll see you around again.
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the-illiterate-pirate · 7 months
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It came to me in a dream
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gothearts · 1 year
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OOH OHHH I GOT A RAREPAIR FOR U FOR VALENTINES IF YOU WANT TO , ANASUI X R(I)KYIEL or anakiel from what ive seen 💗💗
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Pink boys ftw
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deescade · 2 years
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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 6: Stone Ocean (love triangle + confession scenario) click and drag game!
warnings: flashing images
op's notes: I was debating whether to should include the minor villains or not, I ended up not including em here to make things quicker. Might or might not add them in the next games
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Game notes • How to Play
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noaltbruh · 1 year
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um, 🍭 and 🍰 for anasui and weather report? congrats on 200 follows btw ^^
One of them is among my favorites in part 6, I would gladly burn alive the other.
Guess who's who.
On a more serious note- Of course! And thanks for the request :)
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🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?
When it comes to Anasui, it really won't take much to fluster him. This dude doesn't just love you, he's obsessed with you, which means that literally anything you might say to him will get him to turn all red and bashful.
To be honest, maybe you weren't even trying to flirt with him, he just interpreted your words in his own way and now he's all flustered even if it wasn't your intention in the first place.
It is pretty funny though, and also cute in a way. He'll probably go "awww stawwp" despite the fact that he'd dying to receive any sort of attention from you, especially this kind.
So if you're not very confident in your flirting skills, don't worry, you'll never have to worry about them not being good enough for him.
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Is...Is it even possible to fluster Weather?
To be completely honest with you, trying to affectionately tease him won't get much of a result most of the time. He doesn't really understand how flirting works, and is either confused or unfazed by most of your attempts.
Let's say, for examples, you were to compliment him more than usual. I can see him mostly just smiling and thanking you rather than blushing and such. He doesn't mean to be so detached, he can't help it. He thinks you're just being affectionate and nice, you are his partner, after all.
I could potentially see him getting flustered, but only on very specific and rare circumstances. When that does happen, Weather doesn't really...Understand what's going on? He just feels his cheeks getting warm and all of a sudden he's struggling to even look at you.
He'll probably try to go back to his usual composure as soon as he can, but he'll spend the rest of the day thinking about how... Interesting that felt.
🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?
Anasui is a flirting bomb fr. Dude's teasing and complimenting you literally all the time you two are together, he's incapable of spending more than 3 minutes without praising or remarking something about you.
Now, quantity doesn't equal quality, and he's the living proof of that. With this man it's kind of a fifty fifty situation, he'll either come up with the smoothest compliment and flirting style humanity has ever witnessed, or the cringest pick up line ever that will probably make you burst out laughing.
When the latter happens, it's quite entertaining to watch, because your reaction will actually make him blush instead.
He's not afraid to get close either, and physical contact is actually one of his favorite ways of flirting with you, whether that'd be neck kisses or grabbing your waist.
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Weather IS good at flirting, but like, accidentally lol.
The thought of getting you bashful doesn't even cross his mind because, like I said, he doesn't understand nor know what it is or how it works.
I can see Anasui trying to give him some advice on how to flirt with you, but he wouldn't follow them because he doesn't trust his judgment in this sort of thing or at all
With that being said, this man will turn you red without even trying. He'll get very touchy and compliment you with no filters whatsoever. If he has something nice to say about you, he'll say it without thinking twice. Adding in to this, the calmness and and composure in his voice will make everything sound way smoother than he intended to be.
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tonberry-yoda · 10 months
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Hello hello, omg I'm so excited after reading the Pucci Fic, thank you so mf much, I love it with my entire being! So could I please request a part 2 to it? Thank you sm sm and I hope you're having a lovely day🖤🖤✨️
Thankful - Pucci (pt.2)
notes - I know it's been a long ahh time since I wrote the last part, but I have been thinking about Pucci a lot and needed to write for him lol I hope you enjoy and thank you so so so so much for the request! (here's the first part if you needed a refresher <3) word count - 396
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"Are you allowed to fall in love?" you asked Pucci on one of your many visits to his office.
His face flushed red. "Wh-Why do you ask that?"
"I'm just curious."
"Anyone's allowed to fall in love," he told you. "I just put my faith in God and have decided to opt out of the regular human life."
"That doesn't sound like any fun at all." you teased.
Every day, without missing a beat, you would end up in Pucci's office, listening to stories, telling stories, and becoming closer and closer with every visit.
"Why a jail?" you asked, picking out of a bowl of cherries.
"What do you mean?"
"You could be at a nice church and actually use your skill. But you decided to work at a church. Why?"
"Everyone needs God, right? I go where people are afraid to touch."
"Well, I'm glad you're here," you said under your breath.
"And I'm glad you came to me." He slid his hand to yours and you looked into his dark eyes.
"Pucci, we can't do this." You quickly looked away, blushing.
"Do what? Whatever could you mean?" He intertwined your fingers with his own.
"You just said-"
"Oh, who cares," he chuckled. "No one has to know."
Only on one or two occasions had you and Pucci broken a few of his rules. Sometimes, at night - when no one was watching - you would walk through the garden in the back of the jail and talk just like you always had. Once, you even shared a kiss underneath the stained glass as the moon lit it up.
But never once had you thought it would lead to anything.
And now you were falling in love.
"It's okay," he whispered, mint breath dusting your face.
You looked at him and smiled before glancing back at your hand that was locked with his own.
"I don't want to get you in trouble." you said.
"Like I said. No one has to know."
He grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb and looked into your eyes.
God, what had you gotten yourself into?
He brought his lips to yours, but before any kiss, muttered a prayer under his breath.
He let himself kiss you longer than he ever had before. He let your arms wrap around him.
If you weren't heaven, he didn't know what was.
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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wc: 1.3k, spoiler free!
jolyne x fem!reader
suggestive, alcohol mention
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Friday nights mean only one thing in your tight-knit friend group — girls night out. It’s an evening jam-packed with bar hopping and drinks; with music, snacks, and sleepovers. And as you always do before a big night on the town, you, Ermes, and Foo gather in Jolyne’s bedroom to get ready.
Ermes and Foo crowd each other in the bathroom in a flurry of limbs and excited conversations. The blow dryer stops and starts again and again to punctuate their gossiping and teasing. Clothes and shoes are strewn across the tile as they decide which of Jolyne’s outfits to commandeer this weekend. You emerge from the bathroom, a slight sheen of sweat clinging to your brow from the heat of the blow dryer (and from being packed in Jolyne’s bathroom like sardines). 
Leaving your friends behind, you face a new challenge.
Shoes and clothes and open chip bags litter Jolyne’s carpet like landmines, and you hesitate to take a step, weary that something may explode or crunch beneath your heel.
Jolyne sits on the opposite side of the room, makeup palettes strewn about in what can only be described as organized chaos, wrapping around her as she sits on the floor in front of her full length mirror.
She looks devastatingly beautiful with her hair cascading down her back in perfect waves, makeup immaculately blended to accentuate the high points of her face and the color of her eyes. You try not to gawk as you stand behind her, watching as she applies highlighter to her cheekbones, but you feel locked in place. Completely mesmerized.
Is your heart supposed to race like this watching your friend do her makeup?
No, you think as it practically thunders in your ears as Jolyne’s lips pout to spread lip gloss across their silky surface. Definitely not.
“Hey, want me to do yours too? I’m almost done.”
You barely hear her over the sound of the music and the hammering of your heart. You watch through the mirror as she spritzes setting spray across her features, no doubt gaping at her like a fish.
She pays you no mind, smiling a little as she waves you over. “C’mere. I have the perfect eyeshadow for your outfit.”
You nod dumbly and make your way across the carpet, narrowly avoiding Doritos bags and platform heels along the way. You settle beside her and her grin widens.
“You know the drill,” she tells you, sweeping stray hairs away from your face. “I’m gonna be all up in your business.”
“That’s fine,” you manage to squeak out, praying that she can’t feel the heat of your cheeks beneath her fingers.
“Just,” she leans around you to prop some pillows up behind you, “Lean back. I think the angle’ll be a little easier.”
Doing as you’re told, you press your back into the mountain of pillows and adjust until Jolyne seems pleased. Without another word, she moves until she’s straddling your hips, skirt riding up as she does.
You practically choke as the strong, smooth expanse of her thighs presses into your sides. In all your years of friendship, in all the times she’s done your eyeliner or eyeshadow, she’s never done this before. Is this the up in your business she was talking about? As you concentrate on settling the pounding of your heart and deciding where to put your damn hands, Jolyne sets to work, crowding your space even more to dab primer onto your eyelids.
“This okay?”
You’re thankful your eyes are closed because you can practically hear the smirk in her voice. How considerate of her to ask, you think as you start planning your own funeral at her proximity. “Mhm.” You try to act natural despite the way your cheeks burn. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” Jolyne drawls, pulling away. “You just sit there all pretty and I’ll be done before you know it.”
Your hands find a home at your sides, mere inches from her bare knees, and you feel like a horny teenager as you think about how close you are to ghosting your fingertips over her skin.
With your eyes closed, you feel like she’s everywhere. You can faintly smell watermelon from her favorite gum, the subtle hints of coconut from her shampoo. Her long hair tickles your cheek as she leans impossibly closer, swiping and blending eyeshadow across your lids. God, you don’t think you’ll survive.
“Will you open for me?”
You blink open and, just as you suspected, her face is a hair’s breadth from your own. Her green eyes sparkle in the lights of her bedroom as she inspects her handiwork.
“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, lips pursing and brows furrowing in thought. “Close ‘em again.”
Jolyne spends another few minutes blending, shifting around in your lap as she picks up and discards different palettes. It’s made all the more painful when she takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting your head this way and that to peer at your eyelids. When she’s satisfied, she instructs you to open your eyes again.
“So pretty,” she croons. Your chin is still locked in her grip, and you watch in disbelief as her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “I’m just gonna add eyeliner and lipstick, if you want it, and then you’ll be golden, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
You feel her breath on your lips, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. “My creative vision’s being realized.” She holds your cheek to keep your head in place, dragging the cool tip of the liquid liner across your lash line. Silence falls between you for a second before she continues, “This might be my greatest work yet.”
“Oh yeah?” you tease, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. “You think so?”
Her chest presses closer as she does the other eye, and her knee brushes against your fingers with the movement, her hips dragging ever so slightly against yours. Your breath hitches.
Quietly, sweetly, she tells you to open your eyes again, and when you do, she has a look on her face that you can’t quite place. And for a moment, as your eyes flicker from hers to her lips to the dip in her shirt that exposes the smooth skin of her chest, you forget about girls night, and about your friends in the bathroom. You forget about the vodka cranberry you left on her bedside table. Hell, it feels like you even forget your own name. All you can think about is Jolyne Cujoh and her pretty eyes and the curve of her cupid’s bow. The heat of her thighs against your hips. About how badly you want to ruin your friendship.
“Yeah,” she murmurs after another beat of silence. “I think so.” She caps the eyeliner and drops it somewhere along the carpet, eyes not daring to separate from yours as she does. The blow dryer hums in the other room, Foo and Ermes still distracted, and you pray you have another moment alone.
As if reading your mind, Jolyne leans into you further, tilting your chin up. “Can I?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your fingertips ghost over the curves of her knees. “Please.”
It’s a desperate plea that spurs Jolyne into motion, dragging your lips to hers in a kiss that sears your skin. And just as before, she’s everywhere. Her palms on your cheeks, her fingers in your hair. Her weight settling over your hips, pushing you further back into the pile of pillows. It’s as if heaven has crashed right through her ceiling to make a home in her room, in your lap.
Jolyne’s chest heaves as she pulls herself away with a quiet, but lewd smack. She drags her thumb along the now plump, swollen swell of your bottom lip and smirks. “Well, I don’t think you need lipstick anymore.”
You catch your reflection out of the corner of your eye and notice the slight shine of lip gloss, her lip gloss, across your lips. You bring your gaze back to hers to find her already looking down at you. Squeezing her hips, you ask, “How do I look?”
“Pretty,” Jolyne whispers earnestly. “Really pretty.”
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danddymaro · 1 year
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Believe me| Anasui x Reader
we got a clingy reader here guys (ToT)/~~~
so its basically a Clingy/insecure reader x Anasui thing cause sometimes we toxic, but we toxic together damn it. Don’t tell me he wouldn’t love a clingy S/O
Sorry, I had this widdle idea OWO, i’m still trying to get comfy writing him.
Word count: 1392
Believe Me
You're home.
You think about it with relief as you find your way into his embrace.
sluggishly you move to the destination, and once you reach it, your body slumps toward him.
In the secretive room that only you and your friends know about, there's just one more confined spot that only you can find refuge in, and it's in his arms.
It's a safeness when every bothersome thought you have has you so anxious and uncertain it feels like the damn walls of the prison might crumble down and crush you.
His body felt so incredibly warm, so unmistakably strong as the muscles beneath his smooth skin hold you close to him, securing you in a world he creates just for you.
And during that moment, you breathe out a soft hum that was of the coziest relief.
"Anasui...." you nearly moan, and you say his name with so much fondness, he swears that it's the sweetest sound.
He tells you over and over without tiredness that he adores how your tone changes when you say it, much more speak to him altogether.
He holds you, keeps you on the ground when your mind runs so much your body feels distant from you.
You stay there together, unmoving, and after a long breath in , you realize how you have yet to say anything to him. You just cling onto him, and it’s one of your troubles.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, your face pressed against his chest, hiding from the world, even from him.
Something's come over you, and it's only in that moment that you can finally be you, the you who can show the cracks that marry your mask of strength you have to show during your imprisonment.
He pulls up a rather gentle smile that’s barely existent as he brings his eyes down to where you are,
" Sorry for?" he asks, curious, wanting to know what's on your mind.
By the way your hands press against his back he has no doubt something’s weighing down your heart, and he has to know what it is.
"Because I'm like this..." you add, and it makes him pull back just a bit to try and actually look at you, to recognize what face you are wearing.
"Like...?" he says just that word, and you can see he's confused.
There's a little pout he performs when he's trying to think, and you smile halfheartedly at him because it makes you feel even more guilty for the things your mind conjures up.
He’s too sweet to you, too patient.
" Needy..." you tell him, embarrassed.
"- Complicated," you then add, not sure how else to describe yourself.
You start to think too much, and when you do, you need him.
You need his presence, his touch.
You need that something that makes your body feel yours rather than the strange numbness that dwells within.
- And lately, you’ve been thinking about how much you take from him.
He chuckles warmly, and the sound is somewhat airy as he shifts, because he gets it. You’d talked about it before, mentioned it just once before dismissing the conversation.
-But he was a man to remember it. 
His right hand is then holding your chin, tilting it up just a bit to look at you better.
His eyes look down at you, making you feel blank, absolutely nothing before you are struck with a powerful surge of everything that makes that man your utter weakness.
It's like it takes you a moment to process it all before you're hit full force.
you visibly shake with the way he stares down at you because it's like you are the only thing there for him to look at.
"Again with that..." he murmurs, realizing what it is that troubles you.
He gives you a small peck, and even if it's short-lived, he still closes his eyes like it's a deep press, like he savors all of it even if it's the tiniest sample of you.
“My love...” he breathes, "I sometimes wonder if I'm doing something wrong," he then says as he goes in for another kiss, and then another.
You accept them, responding back without a trouble in the world before he says more, 
"- Am I not loving you enough?" he adds with a quaver to his voice as he takes a short pause.. 
You can hear it in his tone and your heart clenches just a bit because none of it is his fault.
"What are you missing from me?" he asks as his lips brush yours again, and it's a question he asks himself.
He has to know, anything to get closer to you.
Anything to not lose you.
You think about the question because it's one you ask yourself. It's what you wonder about your own being because you know you’re the problem.
Immediately your eyes burn, and you suck in a shaky breath as you pull back.
"No!" you can't find a way to say it all at once, to tell him how if anyone is screwing up it's you. 
Your hands touch his cheeks, holding them so that even if you can't speak it, he can see it in your eyes.
 He can read you and find the answer there.
- That you love him...love him Too much.
So much that you're the one that's insecure.
You are the one that just thinks too much about all the what if's.
Like, what if he realizes that you're not good enough; that your little moments are too much trouble for him?
What if he regrets being with you...
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.
.
What if buried somewhere in him, there's a part holding onto Jolyne?
"Obviously I am if you feel this way," he said with a small blow of dissatisfaction, but he doesn't quite take it with insult. 
He doesn’t seem angry, or even annoyed, just discontent with the matter.
He loves you as you are, and he does mean it.
If you feel uncertainty, then he's there to give you that assurance you need, because there's no one more devout than he is.
“I feel...” you start, and you nearly choke as you try to continue, “I love you! I feel like I love you!” you tell him. “I know I love you!” you muster.
“I do...and I need you,” you continue, and it tugs at his heart to hear that desperation.
"You need me..." if you could only understand how much it incites a primal heat in him when he truly thinks about it.
-For you to say it, it has him weak.
You, as strong as you are, have a weakness that only he can tend to, one that only he's witnessed.
You trust him, You hold onto him.
You seek him and feel just as drugged by him as he is by you.
You, whose voice doesn't quaver in the face of fear, softens so tenderly when spoken to him.
No one's ever comforted you the way he has, no one has touched your soul as he has and could, and he swallows hard before he goes in again for another kiss that has you breathless as he backs you into the chilled wall of the room.
The kiss is different from the ones of before, as it’s much more desperate.
his arms wrap around you again, and you lose yourself in his affection.
Again your mind blanks, and you don't think of anything but how wonderful it feels to have him invade your senses in the selfish way he does, like he can't get enough of you and needs more.
Oh you feel so stupid.
How could you doubt him? 
How could you be such an idiot?
you ask yourself how, and you feel even more guilty over those invading thoughts.
"I'm not going anywhere..." you hear him say, like he’s reading your mind and answering the next thought that tells you you don’t deserve him.
The way he's holding you close tells you that it would have to be a powerful force that tears you apart.
He stops for just a moment to sweetly hold your face, his eyes looking into yours with promise,
A soft 'I love you' escapes his beautiful lips before he goes in for another passionate kiss.
“Don’t doubt me...” he pleas.
Little note for my buddy I didn’t tag cause I'm nervous: Hey you little Florida man Sloot. I hope you liked it  ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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jolyfics · 2 months
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could i please request anasui x femor genderneutral!reader😭🙏? it can be anything you want, tysm!!!!
𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚
𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘪 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
summary: things get steamy with your boyfriend
notes: this was genuinely so fun to write!! so sorry it took so long ml
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you had been in green dolphin street prison for about 6 months now. being a stand user made your life that tiniest bit easier, as well as being a decent human, that didn’t want to hurt others. that lead you to befriending jolyne and the others not too long after your sentencing.
here you are now, inside of emporios stand, burning down the house, with your boyfriend anasui. you two started dating a few weeks back, so the relationship is fairly new.
he placed his hand on your cheek as he looked into your eyes, “oh.. (name).. you’re as stunning as when i first laid eyes on you” he spoke, his words name your stomach feel like it was doing a backflip, where did he learn to speak like that?
you chuckled, your face feeling slightly redder than you remember it being before. “anasui, where’d that come from?” you asked, he only smirked at your question
“am i not allowed to tell my beautiful girlfriend how much i love her?” you playfully slapped his chest as he moved closer to you, since he was taller, he bent down ever so slightly, so that he was towering over you
within mere seconds, he placed his lips on yours, they felt like puzzle pieces matched together, you could even taste his lipstick. he placed his hand on your waist before pushing you up against the wall, the kiss becoming more and more sloppy and desperate as time went on
you two separated for air, he looked into your eyes, his eyes were full of love and admiration for you. you felt so loved and adored just by the way he looked at you, you were his angel. he placed his lips on yours again, the kiss seeming to get increasingly steamy
“hey, anasui! (name)! we found this-“ you two pulled away from eachother immediately, you tried to wipe the pink lipstick off of your lips but you both knew you’d been caught. turning your head to see who caused the sudden halt in your make out session, jolyne stood with weather and ermes, they seemed to have a board game with them. seems like you two will need to continue this later..
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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 1 year
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One Step Ahead
Jotaro Kujo x Ex Wife!Reader
Jotaro has known you for two decades and had been married to you for one which made him fairly confident that he already knew everything there is to know about you... but it seems he's not the only one hiding something in this family.
I lost the request, but it was something along the lines of Jolyne's mom having a stand and who was shy but protective of Jotaro and Jolyne CW: Spoilers for Stone Ocean The Visitor Arc Word Count: 2.5k
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The year is 2002, Jolyne's 10th birthday and though it was unfortunate that her father had more pressing matters to attend to, you still did your best to make this day as enjoyable as it could possibly be for your only daughter. Hearing the muffled voice of your daughter playing with her friends in your backyard, you allow yourself to get lost in your own thoughts.
Jotaro, your husband, had never been one to show his affection, only when in the privacy of your shared room does your husband ever allow himself to lower his walls and show you a more vulnerable side to him, after years, however, you're still able to tell that he has yet to open up to you completely—and that's alright, you keep telling yourself.
He'll open up to you.... eventually. Though, even you, yourself, is starting to doubt that.
Slipping your hand through your pants' pocket, you retrieve the pendant that Jotaro had placed in your palms the night before he left. However, you accidentally pricked yourself in the said pendant. A loud hiss escapes your lips as you pull your hand back, feeling the warm liquid already trickling from your wound, and without glancing at it, you immediately press your finger against your shirt.
Much to your surprise, however, as you pull your finger back from your still clean shirt—not a wound can be found on your finger when you definitely felt... no, perhaps, you were just being dramatic? Scrunching your brows in confusion, you examine your finger more thoroughly, only to find nothing.
That was bizarre.. It was like... the wound healed itself.
You let out an exhale to calm yourself, remembering Jotaro's worried gaze from last night, a slight frown pulling the edges of his lips downward as he voices out his concerns.
"I'm not as around as much as I want to be," He reminds you, pulling you close into his arms. "You seem tired. Take care of yourself,"
Maybe it's just your exhaustion catching up to you after having to work full-time all while taking care of your 10-year-old on your own because your husband is usually away. Deciding to just chalk it up to exhaustion, you shrugged the event off to admire the pendant that is still in your hand. With a smile, you opened it to be greeted by the sight of a weird-looking stone and a picture of you and Jotaro.
"If Jolyne ever finds herself in serious trouble, give this to her," Your husband told you, both hands encasing yours as you hold onto the pendant in your palm. You wanted to ask more about it, but Jotaro's eyes were borderline pleading, and you had a feeling he won't tell you anyway.
You sigh as you close the pendant once again before sliding it back into your pockets, turning your body to head towards Jolyne's group of friends, completely unaware of what you have just gotten yourself into.
The year is now 2012. Jolyne is now 19, and you've had this... weird.... ability with you for almost a decade now. You no longer have a husband, with you and Jotaro divorcing each other years ago—a mutual decision, the two of you growing further and further apart the more time Jotaro spends abroad and the more time you spent learning more about your ability.
You dared not utter a word of this to anyone, even to the man himself, Jotaro. When you tried to ask about the sharp rock in Jolyne's pendant, he simply responded that it was something his grandfather gave him when he was young, something that brought him courage when he was feeling hopeless—a lucky charm, if you will—and he hopes that it would be something that will give Jolyne courage in her times of trouble as well.
There were times when you thought of telling him about this weird ghost-being that you've been seeing around for years, and one that you can command as well. But you never did, for some reason. Maybe because as the years went by, the man you once saw as your husband ended up being just an acquaintance that happens to sleep in the same bed as you once or twice a month.
When Jolyne got arrested, you thought twice about whether you should give her the pendant or not. But being reminded of your promise to Jotaro all those years ago, you ended up giving it to her lawyer for her to receive. You already broke one of your promises to Jotaro, you shouldn't break this one too.
A good decision on your part, as the pendant was the first thing Jotaro had asked as soon as the two of you caught sight of your daughter entering the visitation room.
Jotaro, on the other hand, had not expected to see you here. He always knew you were a great mother to Jolyne, and he has no regrets that he has chosen you to be the mother of his child, so he shouldn't be surprised about your appearance here... but still, the reason why he divorced you in the first place was because you're too good, he didn't want you to be involved in this stand business in any way possible, not if he could help it.
But, as always, he doesn't have a choice, does he?
You were bound to know about this one way or another, and it saves him time that he only has to explain this once to his girls, so the situation still has a silver lining somehow.
As he explains the situation to Jolyne, and by extension, to you, he can't help but feel uneasy as you quietly listen to his words. You always were a bit on the shy side, never wanting to cut him off when he tells you something, but the fact that he's practically laying all this information that he never told you before and you're barely even reacting makes him uncomfortable. You never once dared to look in his eyes, that was until he asked Jolyne whether she gained an ability yet.
It wasn't surprising for him as he kept his abilities from you for a decade, even though he knew you don't see Star Platinum anyways, he still ended up not using his stand when around you. He kept telling himself it was to protect you from such a harsh side of the world, but in reality, it was because he didn't want to be a stand user when he was with you. He wanted to just be a normal person, wanted to just be Jotaro.
The only thing he wanted to worry about was what he wanted to have for dinner, instead of worrying about stand arrows ending up in the wrong hands. He wanted to do laundry with you, do the dishes, and maybe teach Jolyne how to read and write—such mundane things he longed to have but was immediately stolen from him the moment he turned seventeen.
"That's the Stand ability," Jotaro spoke, already quite dreading the fact that he had to do this whole spiel all over again,
"Stand..." Jolyne trails off, before looking at him, "Then, you too?"
Your own surprise was still as clear as day on your face, and you seemed like you wanted to say something, but haven't found the right words to explain it. Again, not surprising to Jotaro. This probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense to you, so of course, you'd have questions.
He was immediately proven wrong, however, the moment Johngalli A attacks. It happened so fast that he hasn't processed it completely at the time, the sound of your chair scraping against the floor, your voice shouting Jolyne's name drowned by his own as he called for his stand, activating his time stop to save his daughter.
Relief filled his entirety as he saw that Jolyne used her ability, her strings to weave something to stop the bullet, silently commending his own daughter for her quick thinking. Now that he wasn't in a panic about his daughter's safety, only then did something else in the room catch his eye.
Jotaro's heart dropped to his stomach.
A stand.
There's another stand in this room.
It's reaching out to Jolyne, whether to protect or to attack her, he wasn't quite sure.
Jolyne was shot from the outside, so there's a high possibility that Johngalli A's stand is in the hall, the guard is knocked out, Jolyne is using hers and Star Platinum is right beside him. And so, by process of elimination, this stand......
His gaze went from the stand and to you, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall for even considering the possibility that you were a stand user too. Of course you weren't, not you, if you were, he would have known.
......right?
And if you weren't a stand user, then this can only mean that there are two enemies. At this thought, Star Platinum swiftly moved to deal damage but Jotaro had already reached his limit by this time and had no choice but to deactivate his time stop. Much to his surprise, the stand was swift enough to block Star Platinum's blow. Though it wasn't strong enough to fully stop it, the astonished look on your face that surprised Star Platinum's user was enough to make the stand freeze.
"This... is your stand, isn't it?" you turn to look at Jolyne who was also surprised by the sudden turn of events, "And... you have... strings?"
Jotaro opened his mouth to speak but immediately remembered the dire situation, testing his theory, he used Star Platinum to pull on your stand. In all honesty, he didn't know how to feel as you flew with your stand towards the wall, the same direction as Star pulled on your stand.
"You have a stand?" Jotaro practically growled, eyes hardened as they glared at you while you try to make sense of what was going on.
"I was right, it was the stand thing you were talking about,"
"Yes. Since when did you have a stand?"
"Of course, you wouldn't notice if mom had a stand, you were barely home!" Jolyne hissed and Jotaro turned his glare toward his daughter
"You knew?!"
"Of course not! I'm just as surprised as you!"
"Wait, since when did you have a stand, Jolyne?!"
The sound of a gunshot was enough to shut the three of you up, but not without Jotaro getting the last word in
"We'll continue this later,"
-
Apparently, "later" meant after your family breaks the law and escapes from prison because what better way to fix a broken family than to become a bunch of fugitives.
You watch with furrowed brows as Jolyne talks back to her father, with Jotaro still being as clueless as ever and you thought of comforting her, but held yourself back from doing so—you knew Jolyne had pent-up frustrations with her father, and you knew Jotaro deserved to hear what she has to say anyway—no matter how harsh they could be.
"Listen," will he finally open up to his daughter? "Something's strange,"
You didn't know what you even expected, especially in a situation like this.
Jotaro was swift to tell Jolyne to duck and pull you to hide behind the wall with him. Allowing yourself to be pulled, you stayed beside your ex-husband as he peeked through the corner, you can hear voices from a distance and you can feel the hair on your arms stand on end—but not because of the voices of the possible guards, but because of something else.
It was said that humans have a sixth sense, one that was reserved for when someone is observing them, whether from afar or somewhere near, an individual would be able to feel it to some extent when eyes are glued to them.
Following your instincts, you ignore the gunshot that rang out and let your eyes wander—there, you saw it.
Another stand, a goopy one, at that. But it wasn't observing you as you had initially thought, its attention is focused on your husband instead, almost as if it was waiting, anticipating something... but you didn't know what. Turning your head to Jotaro, you open your mouth to warn him, but he was a step ahead of you.
The sound of his name being called out by you was easily drowned by the sound of his own voice as he activates his own ability. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed that your eyes were neither on him nor on your daughter, but is focused on something else which prompted Jotaro to turn his head in the same direction.
That's when Jotaro finally realized what was going on.
There were two enemy stand users, and one he had not accounted for. They were waiting for this exact moment—this moment where he has no other choice but to use his ability to save his family, and he walked right into their trap. Either way, it doesn't matter. The safety of his family was his top priority, even above his own, and with a scowl, he lunges forward just in time to save both Jolyne from a barrage of bullets heading her way.
This is when White Snake finally saw his opportunity.
"You were one move behind," Was the stand's taunting words towards Jotaro, "Kujo Jotaro... I was waiting for this moment!"
However, just like how Jotaro hadn't accounted for another stand user to make its way into the battlefield, so did White Snake. And just like Jotaro, he was a move too late when he realized what had happened.
Everything happened far too quickly, one second, Jotaro was about to turn to face the other stand who had approached him, and the next, he felt your hands push him away and he fell to the floor on his bottom, eyes widened in shock as the other stand used its ability on you.
Jotaro's and White Snake's minds drew blank for a moment as they watch discs protrude from the side of your face, both of them were a step too late, and you were a step ahead of them.
White Snake was only snapped out of shock when he noticed that the glazed-over look on Jotaro's eyes suddenly vanished as they narrowed, with the stand now annoyed at the mishap that could have easily been avoided had it paid more attention to you, it had no other choice but to swipe your memory and stand discs—perhaps, these could come in handy; your stand had incredible speed, he can make use of that, and your memory disc can be useful in terms of luring Jotaro in the future. With that, the stand swiftly moves away from the scene to escape Jotaro's wrath.
You suddenly felt dizzy and weak, perhaps, it was just the adrenaline rush finally wearing off. You felt like you could no longer hold yourself up as your legs turn into jelly, and the last thing you heard was the sound of gunshots along with your daughter's battle cry, and the last thing you felt was warm hands catching you before your body met the cold, hard floor.
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strawmariee · 8 months
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Notes: Como prometido, aqui está a fanfic da nossa linda e esplêndida Jolyne Kujo! Eu me dediquei bastante para ela, então espero que gostem dela assim como eu!💚
See You Again
Jolyne Kujo x Leitora
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Suspiro enquanto encaro a vista através da janela do meu quarto enquanto alguma música qualquer saía dos meus fones de ouvido. O céu está nublado e parecia representar muito bem como venho me sentindo nas últimas semanas. Olho sem querer para o porta retrato em minha mesinha ao lado da cama e sorri levemente ao ver a foto que está nele, que sou eu ao lado de Jolyne, minha melhor amiga desde o colégio.
Observei mais uma vez aquele céu, e ao ver um único feixe de luz sair entre aquelas nuvens cinzas me motivou a fazer o que meu coração deseja: reencontrar Jolyne Kujo.
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Caminho até a sala de visitas da Green Dolphin Street, uma prisão de segurança máxima aqui da Flórida onde Jolyne se encontra, de acordo com a mãe dela. O guarda que me acompanhou até a sala pediu para que eu esperasse ali enquanto ia buscar a minha amiga. Aquele cômodo me deixava levemente incomodada, e estar sozinha ali só fazia essa sensação aumentar!
No entanto, pensar que eu reveria minha melhor amiga me faz ignorar todo aquele desconforto. O guarda entrou primeiro e explicou que é proibido trocar abraços, beijos, falar em outra língua e etc.
— Jolyne! — Meu sorriso se alargou enquanto vejo ela entrando na sala. Ela não havia mudado nada, mas notei que ela parecia mais forte e mais séria.
— S/n?! — Ela parecia desacreditada ao me ver ali, seus olhos arregalados e sua boca levemente aberta me mostram isso. — O que você está fazendo aqui?!
— Ora “o que”, eu vim ver você! — Malditas regras da prisão que não me permitiam abraçá-la. Me sentei em uma das cadeiras da mesa e sorri para minha amiga. — Por que não conversamos um pouco?
—Você não deveria ter vindo aqui. — Meu sorriso morreu ao ver ela tão séria e ainda em pé no meio da sala. — Eu fico feliz em ver você, mas é melhor que vá embora.
— Mas…
— Ei, me leve de volta para a minha cela.
Jolyne se virou para o guarda no canto da sala que nos observa atentamente em silêncio. Aquilo foi o suficiente para me fazer levantar com tanta força que até a cadeira arrastou para trás.
—Por quê, hein? Por que eu deveria ir embora?! — Jolyne me olhou por cima do ombro, não parecendo afetada com a minha ação anterior.
—Só faça o que eu estou dizendo!
—Jolyne, me responda!
Me sinto frustrada com o quanto ela não parece querer me ver ali e não consigo aceitar isso! Caminhei até ela e estava prestes a segurar o seu braço para continuarmos a conversa, quando ouvimos um barulho estranho atrás do armário, parecia ser um barulho de relógio ou algo do tipo.
—Que porra é essa? — Ouvi a voz do guarda e ele foi verificar a origem do som, no entanto, uma explosão aconteceu e o corpo do guarda simplesmente desintegrou.
Gritei quando senti uma mão no meu braço e me senti ser puxada para trás, e quando vi, Jolyne havia me colocado atrás dela enquanto seu olhar parecia atento ao lugar da explosão.
—Você está bem?! — Ela olhou rapidamente para mim e eu conseguia ver que ela parecia bastante preocupada.
—Estou, não se preocupe comigo! — digo, mas mesmo assim ela começou a verificar se tinha alguma ferida em meu corpo por precaução, e a vi sorrindo quando viu que eu de fato estava bem.
—Porra, aquele maldito Whitesnake…!
—Whitesnake?
Minha pergunta atraiu o olhar dela para mim, que ainda usava o seu corpo para me proteger do que pudesse acontecer. Ela suspirou enquanto me observa com um olhar sério.
—S/n, você não pode mais sair daqui, ele agora sabe da sua existência.
— “Ele” quem?! — perguntei e segurei o braço dela. — Jolyne, me explica o que caralhos está acontecendo, por gentileza?!
—É algo um pouco complicado para eu explicar para você agora, ainda mais com um inimigo perto de nós.
Uma pequena explosão ocorreu do nosso lado e Jolyne se virou na direção dela, ainda me protegendo do que quer que fosse. O alarme da prisão ressoou de repente e eu senti um frio na barriga enquanto fico inquieta sobre oque aconteceria quando os outros guardas chegassem aqui.
Não duvido que eles achem que eu posso ser a culpada por essa explosão!
— Yare yare dawa…
Senti a mão dela sobre a minha antes de sairmos correndo da sala de visitas enquanto o tempo para os guardas chegarem parecia cada vez mais curto. Meu coração se encheu de medo enquanto eu ouvia vários passos pesados perto de onde estávamos e eu acabei apertando com um pouco mais de força a mão de Jolyne.
Nós chegamos perto de uma escadaria e logo paramos de correr, o que me fez ficar um pouco confusa.
— Temos que continuar a correr! Se os guardas nos virem, nós vamos-
— S/n, preciso que você entre aqui. — Ela aponta para uma rachadura na parede e eu franzi minhas sobrancelhas mais ainda enquanto olho para ela. — Confie em mim!
Assenti com minha cabeça e me aproximei da rachadura, me senti ser sugada para dentro do buraco em questão de segundos, o que me fez gritar assustada enquanto passo por dentro da parede.
Consegui ver uma luz no fim e caí em um tipo de quarto, o que me deixou mais confusa ainda e me perguntando o que diabos está acontecendo!
— Q-Quem é você?! — Me espantei quando notei três pessoas ali: um garotinho com uma roupa de beisebol, uma garota de cabelos curtos e verdes junto de um homem alto de longos cabelos rosas.
— Eu sou a S/n… — respondo em voz baixa e bem nervosa com a intensidade no olhar deles. Engoli em seco, mas logo senti uma mão em meu ombro.
— Irmãzona, quem é ela? — O garotinho com a roupa de beisebol perguntou enquanto olha para a pessoa atrás de mim que segurou o meu ombro.
— É a minha melhor amiga, S/n. — Me virei para trás e olhei para ela, que ainda tinha uma feição séria mas não tanto quanto antes. — Emporio, precisamos conversar.
— Certo…
Jolyne e o Emporio foram para um canto da sala e eu fiquei no mesmo lugar sendo observada pelas outras duas pessoas.
— Entendo, então você é a melhor amiga da Jolyne? — A garota de cabelos verdes sorriu levemente, mas ainda parecia estar alerta comigo. — Eu me chamo Foo Fighters, mas pode me chamar de F.F..
— É um prazer.
Jolyne e o garotinho voltaram para onde estávamos, parecendo um pouco sérios demais para o meu gosto enquanto me olham. Jolyne ficou ao meu lado e contornou os meus ombros.
— S/n, você disse que queria que eu explicasse o que está acontecendo, certo?
— É claro! Quero saber o que diabos foram aquelas explosões na sala e por que diabos existe um quarto secreto nessa prisão! — Ela deu um pequeno sorriso enquanto ainda me encara, dessa vez com mais suavidade.
— Tudo bem, eu vou te contar tudo que aconteceu desde quando eu cheguei aqui na prisão.
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Como a minha vida pode ter virado de cabeça para baixo em instantes: em um momento, eu estava fora da prisão, querendo a companhia de minha melhor amiga e decidi visitá-la; no outro, estou me passando por uma prisioneira junto da dita melhor amiga, para não ser morta por um lunático que quer acessar as memórias do pai dela por algum motivo… Sinto que tudo se inverteu em um piscar de olhos e não consigo explicar o que estou vivenciando!
E para completar, acabei ganhando um stand graças a um dos vários discos que Foo Fighters ainda guardava. Nomeei ele de “Burning Up That Hill”, um stand de cura em que eu preciso ter o contato com o sangue da pessoa para que pequenas moléculas entrem em seu corpo, causando uma sensação de queimadura, como se fosse uma anestesia entrando em sua veia, e disso que vem o “Burning”.
Suspiro e sinto uma pequena dor em minha cabeça ao pensar sobre isso, e como eu não fazia nada naquele quarto do Emporio, resolvi vir para a biblioteca que estava praticamente vazia, contando apenas com algumas poucas prisioneiras que não se importavam com a minha presença. Peguei um livro qualquer na estante e fui até um pequeno sofá que se encontra no meio do cômodo e comecei a ler o livro que, apesar de ser de um gênero que eu não costumo ler, estava bem intrigante.
— Hey S/n, o que está lendo? — Desviei meu olhar do livro e sorri quando cruzei meu olhar com Jolyne que estava na companhia de uma mulher que, se não me engano, se chama Hermes.
— No Bosque da Memória, é um livro qualquer que eu peguei ali. — Sorri e vou mais para o lado no sofá. — Querem se sentar comigo? Adoraria ter um pouco de companhia.
— Nós adoraríamos.
Jolyne se sentou ao meu lado e ela continuou a conversar com Hermes que se sentou ao lado dela. Dei um pequeno sorriso e voltei a ler o livro que parecia sugar toda a minha atenção.
Vários minutos se passaram e eu continuava a ler, identificando poucas palavras da conversa das mulheres ao meu lado. Repentinamente senti um toque suave em minha mão e quando olhei para baixo, vi os dedos de Jolyne acariciarem a costa da minha mão, e o carinho é tão delicado que eu quase não sinto.
Senti minhas bochechas quentes e tentei continuar a ler, mas agora eu só focava no carinho em minha mão. Meu coração começou a palpitar com mais velocidade e eu senti borboletas em meu estômago, me pergunto porque aquele simples toque me trazia aquelas emoções fervorosas. Acabei virando minha mão e entrelacei meu dedos com os dela, provocando uma pequena risadinha sua que me fez sorrir discretamente.
— Eu vou indo agora, tenho algumas coisas para resolver. — Hermes se levantou do seu lugar e se despediu de nós enquanto saia da biblioteca, deixando minha melhor amiga e eu sozinhas.
— Tenho a impressão de que ela não gosta de mim… — digo e suspiro enquanto fecho o livro e o coloco ao meu lado.
— Não se preocupe, eles só não se acostumaram com você. — Ela disse em uma forma de me animar, oque acabou conseguindo. — S/n, eu queria te perguntar algo…
— Pode perguntar.
— Como… Como está a minha mãe?
Notei que o aperto dela em minha mão se intensificou, e é claro que não fiquei surpresa, afinal era óbvio que o amor dela pela mãe era imenso.
— Ela ainda estava um pouco abalada, mas ela parecia melhor. — Eu sorri com afeto e delicadamente apoiei minha outra mão sobre a dela. — Sempre que tinha a oportunidade, eu costumava fazer visitas a ela. E com a minha presença, ela parecia melhorar mesmo que pouco.
— Obrigada S/n…
Ela sorriu para mim e não deixei de reparar seus olhos marejados, oque me fez sentir uma dor em meu coração. Minha mão foi para sua bochecha e passei meu polegar embaixo de seus olhos para limpar as lágrimas que queriam se formar ali.
Jolyne deitou sua cabeça em meu ombro e sorri enquanto voltei a acariciar a mão dela que permanecia entrelaçada com a minha outra.
— Apesar de todas essas merdas que vêm acontecendo comigo, eu estou feliz de ter te reencontrado. — Ela virou seu rosto na minha direção e sorriu de lado enquanto me observa. — Eu senti sua falta.
— Eu também senti a sua. Bem, afinal esse é o motivo de eu estar aqui!
Demos uma risada em conjunto e ela continuou com sua cabeça aconchegada em meu ombro e eu fiquei brincando com a trança dela e ainda segurando a sua mão. Eu podia ficar ali com ela para sempre…
Espera, oque eu estou pensando…?
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Havia uma tensão nítida na sala fantasma, onde eu estou nesse momento. Meus olhos estavam inchados e eu não consegui dormir bem nos dias anteriores por um simples motivo: Tudo deu errado!
Pucci acabou conseguindo o bebê verde, Anasui e Hermes estavam na enfermaria da prisão, Foo Fighters acabou sendo morta e Jolyne estava na solitária.
— S/n, por favor se acalme. — Emporio ficou ao meu lado e parecia genuinamente preocupado comigo, oque me frendeu um pequeno sorriso.
— Eu queria, mas… Eu gostaria de ter sido mais útil. — Suspiro deprimida enquanto me lembro que eu tentei ajudar tanto F.F quanto Anasui, mas Pucci acabou me acertando antes que eu pudesse fazer algo. — Eu me sinto como um peso, Emporio… Não sei se conseguirei olhar para o rosto da Jolyne.
Sei que isso é totalmente mentira, eu mais do que tudo queria vê-la e saber se ela estava bem, mas, ao mesmo tempo, eu me sentia assustada com a ideia de Jolyne odiá-la por não ter sido de grande ajuda até agora.
— Não fique assim, eu tenho certeza que ela não ficará chateada. — Eu olho desacreditada para ele, o meu medo sendo maior do que tudo. — Você só vai descobrir isso vendo por si mesma e não se escondendo.
— O que você quer dizer? — Pergunto encaro o pequeno com confusão nítida em meus olhos.
— Eu vou ver a irmãzona agora, se você quiser vir comigo é só me seguir.
Eu fico na incerteza do que fazer, mas ao ver Emporio prestes a sair, a garota pediu para ir com ele enquanto corre na direção do menino. Nós passamos despercebidos pelas paredes da prisão, tomando o máximo de cuidado para evitar qualquer atenção até chegarmos na solitária e ficarem de frente para a cela de Jolyne.
— Irmãzona Jolyne!
Emporio chama por ela e eu apenas fico calada e encarando o chão, enquanto sinto um constrangimento dentro do meu peito. Jolyne se aproxima e parte de seu corpo é iluminada pela luz fraca do ambiente. Vejo o olhar dela firme em mim, mas ainda não sou capaz de encará-la.
— Você está bem, S/n? — A voz levemente rouca e baixa dela me deu arrepios em minha espinha, mas não era mais de medo.
— Jolyne, me desculpa… Me desculpa por não te ajudar o suficiente. —sussurro enquanto caminho até ela e fico de joelhos em frente as grades da cela e sinto meus olhos pinicando. — Eu… Eu queria ser mais prestativa e-
— S/n. — Sinto um calor em minhas bochechas quando sinto a mão dela por cima da minha, agarrando a mesma grade que eu. — Está tudo bem, Pucci é alguém muito forte e você ainda não consegue controlar bem o seu stand.
— Mas… Eu não quero ser um peso! Eu quero ajudar você! — Sinto minhas lágrimas escorrerem por minhas bochechas enquanto fecho meus olhos para tentar controlar elas. Espantei-me um pouco quando senti uma mão acariciando minha bochecha e ao abrir os olhos, vi que era Jolyne.
— S/n, você nunca será um peso para mim. — Ela diz enquanto me olha profundamente e com um brilho nos seus olhos. — Nós vamos sair daqui.
— O que?! — Tanto eu quanto Emporio perguntamos chocados e surpresos com a fala dela. — Mas irmãzona, isso é impossível!
— Eu não me importo, eu tenho que ir atrás do Pucci… Se meu pai ou F.F estivessem nessa situação, eles fariam o mesmo.
Jolyne diz enquanto nos olha com determinação, e mais uma vez sinto o meu coração acelerado enquanto a observo. Ela percebe e sorri para mim, oque me fez corar ao perceber que ela apertou um pouco mais a minha mão.
— Jolyne… — digo com uma voz e me sinto hipnotizada por ela, no entanto, ouvimos um barulho e logo despertei para a realidade.
— Temos que ir!
Senti Emporio colocar a mão dele em meu ombro e eu olhei rapidamente para ele e depois volto a olhar para minha melhor amiga, que sorria levemente para mim e parecia dizer com o olhar que eu devia ir antes de soltar a minha mão. Me levantei e segui o garoto enquanto nos preparamos para voltar para a sala fantasma imediatamente, mas antes, olhei uma última vez para Jolyne que piscou para mim.
E só aquilo me fez ter um arrepio na minha espinha… E como da outra vez, não era de medo…
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— Finalmente conseguimos fugir da prisão! — digo com uma voz animada enquanto vejo a silhueta da Green Dolphin Street ao longe, na companhia de Jolyne, Hermes e Emporio.
Sentia a refrescante brisa de mais uma manhã acariciando o meu corpo, enquanto o sentimento de esperança se enchia em meu peito mais uma vez. O cheiro do mar também parecia muito mais envolvente do que o cheiro daquela prisão que fomos obrigados a conviver.
— Finalmente saímos daquela porcaria. — Sinto a presença de Jolyne ao meu lado, observando a prisão ao meu lado.
— Agora por fim poderemos ir atrás daquele padre maldito! — digo com determinação em minha voz e me viro na direção da minha melhor amiga. — Né, Jolyne?
— S/n. — Ela se virou na minha direção e acariciou a minha bochecha, me deixando corada com o calor que agora envolvia o meu rosto e com o pequeno sorriso dela. — Eu gostaria de te agradecer, por tudo.
— Do que voc-
Sobressaltei quando senti uma queimação na minha cabeça e vi sua feição agora abatida enquanto continua a fixar seu olhar no meu. Olhei com espanto o disco de Burning Up That Hill agora na mão dela e a olhei com descrença e mágoa em meus olhos.
— Jolyne, oque você… — Ela joga o disco naquele imenso mar e eu continuo a olhá-la em busca de respostas. — P-Por que você fez isso?!
— S/n, aqui tem um pouco de dinheiro que eu consegui na prisão. — Ela abre a minha mão e me entrega algumas notas de dólares. — Use ele para voltar para sua casa. Você não é uma prisioneira, então a polícia não irá atrás de você.
— QUE MERDA É ESSA?! — pergunto com dor em minha voz enquanto aperto aquele dinheiro com força, quase o rasgando. — Você tá dizendo para eu ir embora e simplesmente fingir que nada está acontecendo com você?!
— É o melhor a se fazer…
Jolyne mais uma vez está usando a sua máscara de frieza e continua a me encarar em silêncio por alguns segundos antes de se virar e voltar para a Hermes e o Emporio, que observavam tudo de longe. Caminhei em passos duros até ela e a agarrei pelo braço enquanto a viro de volta na minha direção, minhas lágrimas caíam mais uma vez e pareciam rasgar a minha carne.
— Não, não faz isso comigo! Por favor, Jojo!
Ela arregala os olhos enquanto continua a me encarar sem dizer nada. Eu estava consciente de que só a mãe dela a chama assim, mas nesse momento eu não estava me importando com isso.
Eu a abracei e molhei sua roupa com minhas lágrimas enquanto falto afundar minhas unhas em suas costas, eu me sentia desesperada por toda essa situação, com medo daquela separação forçada e contra a minha vontade. Senti os braços dela me rodearem e isso só me fez chorar ainda mais ao notar que aquele abraço…
Era um sinal de despedida.
— Jolyne, por favor… Me deixe te ajudar. — Senti meu rosto ser levantado e mais uma vez dei de cara com seus olhos verdes, que ainda pareciam mostrar a firmeza na decisão dela apesar de ter resquícios de aflição.
— Daqui para frente a jornada será muito mais perigosa e arriscada, S/n. — Sinto seus polegares abaixo dos meus olhos, limpando as lágrimas que continuavam a se formar. — Eu nunca me perdoaria se você se machucasse.
O sol nascia no horizonte e um lado do rosto dela foi iluminado por ele, me mostrando o brilho e a força de vontade que existiam dentro dela. E foi quando eu finalmente me dei conta do motivo dos meus arrepios, do calor em minhas bochechas toda vez que trocávamos algum olhar, dávamos as mãos… Ou o porquê de eu ter ido para aquela prisão em 1º lugar… Assim como o motivo de sua fala e do sol a deixando mil vezes mais bela mexeram comigo…
Amor…
— Eu te amo…
Aquela frase saiu de meus lábios de uma maneira natural e genuína, enquanto eu coloco meu rosto contra o seu peito e escuto as batidas de seu coração. Permanecemos em silêncio novamente, o único som ali era o da brisa que acaricia os nossos corpos ainda juntos.
— Ei, S/n. — Instantaneamente olhei para ela e a vi sorrir de forma carinhosa e verdadeira. — Quando nos encontrarmos de novo, quero que me chame apenas por “Jojo”. Ele parece muito mais charmoso ao ser falado por você.
Lágrimas de emoção inundaram os meus olhos, enquanto meus lábios se adornavam em um sorriso. Naquele momento, pude compreender que era assim que ela mostrava que correspondia o meu amor... Um jeito único e especial de Jolyne Kujo.
— Sim! Eu me lembrarei disso, Jojo!
Fechei os meus olhos e sorri ao sentir ela beijar a minha testa com ternura e delicadeza, como se eu fosse feita de porcelana. Eu a soltei contra a minha vontade e ela sorriu para mim antes de caminhar até a Hermes e o Emporio, enquanto eu caminhei para o ponto de ônibus, olhando uma última vez para trás e vendo que ela também me encarou, então aproveitei e mandei um pequeno beijo no ar para ela, e ri quando vi as bochechas dela levemente coradas em conjunto com um sorriso maroto, que foi o suficiente para me dar borboletas no meu estômago e desejando cada vez mais que nós realmente possamos nos reencontrar algum dia.
The End.
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"DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?"
i just wanna give this man a big fat kiss. (sorry if this is a lil occ for him, but i just love him sm soooo idc , plus i NEEDED to write something for ghim, but again sorry :))
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jotaro grunted in response as he puffed out a cloud of smoke, so you continued, "well, not to be cringe or anything, but i do." you paused looking at him,he didnt know how you felt. you didnt want him too. jotaro was a confusing person. he never gave you a straight answer, and if you successfully get one. he clowns you, or gives you snarky man-whore response. he continues looking out into the ocean. you huff. pouting. "im not some love-sick romantic.. so at least give me an answer you old geezer !!" for one time this whole night he looks at you. you can see the corner of his lips twitch up,
"good grief women. i dont oppose to the idea, but i dont think ive experienced that y/n." how close he was by now you can smell the smoke has he talked. blush came over your face "well.. uh.. i dont think youll even get a girlfriend with that attitude!!" you stand up, jumping down the rock you sat in. walking running.. away, embarrassed for some reason, maybe it was the tone of his voice. maybe it was the way the ocean light gleamed in his eyes, and how they looked back at you with so much wonder... maybe its just because of the topic. but the way his lips looked so plump, they glistened looking kissable as ever like he was asking you to kiss him right then and there he did.
jotaro smiled to himself, watching you clumsy run away from him. he dose believe in love at first sight. continuing to smoke his cigarette. he recalls the first time he met you, watching you become nervous as you asked for his help on defeating dio.
The way you treated him with kindness, but also put him in his place at times. your a strong women to him. even though he knows you can handle things yourself he could never see you hurt. its a new side of him, everyone can tell how he acts around you. his grandfather always teases jotaro in secret.
he wants to give you the world, anything you ask for hes a simp for you in secret. walking off to his hotel room he continues to smile to himself, you are the first love hes experience. jotaro was in love with you. all because of one look.
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