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brandedfool · 1 year
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Black Cats/LGBT basics (2304 words)
Once the floodgates of communication had been opened, I found myself unable to close them. One post on social media became a dozen, then two dozen, then three, mostly discussing the Frid and their planets. Humanity was just as curious about me as I was about them. I set up a separate email account, and soon it too was flooded with questions from academics who ranged from historians and anthropologists to physicists and mathematicians. They provided research papers, resource guides, and textbooks so thick they made my desk creak under their weight. Someone even promised to send me an entire print copy of Encyclopedia Britannica, which I did not ask for and did not want but could not refuse.
I realized on the third day of this onslaught, when Sandra had started giving me a wide berth because she could sense my irritation, that I had misclassified myself as an academic on Earth. The truth was that I was much more akin to a human journalist or a travel writer. And I wanted to actually travel.
The university proved helpful: they had connections to other institutes around the world and had a whole team that helped students travel overseas. It was easy enough to put together an itinerary with them. And yet I still wasn’t in a car or on an airplane on my way to the other side of the world.
I didn’t have a good reason why I wasn’t on my way, but I did have two mediocre ones. The first was that everyone I talked to said that I should wait until spring to go anywhere because the winter holiday made traveling unpleasant. The second was that when I asked Sandra to help me plan which countries to visit and for how long, she had gone pale and quiet for almost fifteen minutes. I reasoned the least I could do was make sure she had steady employment until the beginning of the next semester.
So when the last week of October came, I was still in California, corresponding with academics and journalists and learning all I could about Earth. I had taken several trips to San Francisco and San Jose, and I was confident in human public transportation. True to Sandra's warning weeks ago, I had met several humans who looked capable of mugging me, but so far, I had been lucky.
The first time I came back from a weekend-long exploration of the city with a book about the history of immigrants in San Francisco and a box of chocolates in the shape of a trolley car, Sandra stared the whole time I asked questions about the city and wrote up the experience.
"Did everything go okay?" She asked. "I thought you wanted someone to go traveling with you."
"Everything went well except that I meant to go all the way to Haight-Ashbury. I got distracted."
She smiled just a little.
"I'll go back next weekend," I said. "Eventually I want to see the inside of your 'inescapable prison' Alcatraz."
I expected her to grimace, but instead, her eyes lit up, and she leaned forward. "I would love to visit it again. I haven't been there since freshman year of undergrad."
My ears shivered, half in interest and half in delight. “Then join me,” I told her, “and if you know anyone else who would be interested, invite them along.”
She did, but in the end, even Sandra didn’t come with me to Alcatraz. She caught the flu and couldn’t leave her house, but insisted I go anyway, which I did after she told me that Raymond, her boyfriend, was going to stay with her. Alcatraz wasn’t anything to write home about anyway. The most interesting thing about it was the stories in the audio tour, but those are not mine to share.
During the last week of October, I asked Sandra what the English word "Asexual" meant, as I had seen it in several online sources.
She shrugged a little. "It's a sexual orientation. I think it's when you don't have sexual attraction at all. I don't know. I might be wrong."
"Interesting," I said, baffled that they had felt the need to name a lack of something.
"Oh! That reminds me: You still haven't talked to the LGBT people on campus."
"I did forget that," I admitted.
She looked around at the ever-growing stacks of reference materials and my desk and made a decision. "Come on: I'll show you where they are."
The Gender Equity Resource Center was tucked into a corner of the larger student union building on campus. I had noticed it before many times: it was the room with the rainbow in the window. But now, the rainbows were joined by cutouts of colorful humans riding broomsticks, pumpkins (a type of large orange fruit that matured in the fall), and a parade of black cats with multi-colored eyes.
Sandra hesitated outside the propped-open door as if encountering an invisible barrier.
“What is it?” I asked her.
At the same time, a male voice with a soft lilt to it said, “Sandra! Come in. It’s been a while.” 
“Hi, Oscar,” She said tightly.
I peeked around the doorframe and saw a broad, soft human man wearing a plaid shirt buttoned all the way up and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked like the room around him was trying to squeeze him down to size.
“Oh,” He said, and smiled one of those terrifying reflexive human smiles. I tamped down my reaction and stepped up next to Sandra.
“Oscar,” She said, “this is Dron Acharya. They wanted to talk to you.”
“Good meeting,” I said.
“Hello,” Oscar chimed, “come on in out of the door. The bisexual support group is starting soon, so it’s going to get crowded in here.”
I stepped over the threshold, but Sandra stayed put. “I’ll go, if that’s alright, Acharya.”
“Of course,” I said, “go do what you need to."
"Are you sure you won't stay for a cup of tea?" Oscar asked.
"No, thank you," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow, Archie."
I looked around, confused, but there was no one else there. I realized she meant me.
"Well," Oscar said, "Acharya, was it? Please come in. What did you want to talk about?"
I listened to Sandra's footsteps recede down the hallway. "I'm not entirely sure," I said, "I was told you could tell me a bit about human sexuality and all that goes along with it.”
Oscar led me into the resource center, to a small table in the back corner. There was a small tea and coffee station on the counter, and he turned on the electric kettle before he replied. “Sure: I can give you an overview. I'm not a historian or anything though."
"That's fine. I'm more interested in the modern view than the historical one."
"I figured. Do you want a cup of tea?"
“No, thank you.” 
He put back one of the paper cups.
“Is there a reason Sandra doesn’t want to come into this room?” I asked.
Oscar sat down across from me, dunking his teabag in the water. The smell was herbal and pungent. He shrugged, “The same reason why a lot of people feel awkward coming in here: she doesn’t like to think about herself as a member of our community. Not because she’s a bad person; just because it’s complicated, and she wants her identity to be simple.” 
“Are human relationships complicated?” I asked, mentally preparing myself to learn a long courtship ritual.
“No,” Oscar said, “we’re pretty straightforward, at least here in the United States of America. If you like someone, you try to spend time with them and go on dates. If you still like them after spending time together, you might have sex, or move in together, or get married. The tricky bit is who we’re attracted to.”
I took out my pen and began taking notes. With my other hand, I gestured for him to continue. 
“Does your, uh, species have a concept of gender?”
“That word doesn’t translate, so it’s safe to say no.”
“Okay... do you mind if I draw on your tablet?”
I handed over the pen.
Oscar scooted his chair over to be next to me. He drew a line and wrote “masculine” on one end and “feminine” on the other. “So, most people—excuse me, most humans—choose to act or look in specific ways that communicate whether they’re a man or a woman. Women are usually more feminine, and men are more masculine.”
“And most relationships are between a man and a woman,” I said.
“Or so they say,” Oscar said, “gender is a spectrum, just like biological sex and sexual preference. But we have some names for different orientations. Men who are attracted to women and women who are attracted to men are heterosexual, literally ‘different sex.’” If they’re attracted to the same gender as they present, they’re homosexual. Homosexual men are called gay, homosexual women are called lesbians. These are all the polite, proper words for this, you understand?”
“Yes,” I confirmed. “though I should confess I don’t have any kind of experience labeling types of sexual attraction. No species I’ve come across has really cared before.”
“We didn’t for a long time,” Oscar said, “at least, I don’t think so. But some time in the past few thousand years, someone decided to start prosecuting Queer folks instead of venerating us, and it’s all been downhill since.”
“I see,” I said, wondering if this was mythologizing by a prosecuted minority or historical fact. I wasn’t sure I could devote time to it. I would leave it to human scholars for now.
Oscar briefly went over the history of homosexual prosecution in the USA, and then said, “and then there are transgender folks, who identify as a gender that doesn’t align with their biological sex at birth.”
“Oh, I’m familiar with that concept,” I said. “though having a word for it is new.”
He smiled softly like I had just brightened his view of the universe. “That’s actually comforting. Maybe there’s a future for us out there.” By “us” he meant queer humans, not the whole human species.
“So your acronym,” I said, “LGBT stands for...”
“Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender,” Oscar said, “and then there’s QIA: queer, intersex, asexual. There’s also a plus at the end. LGBTQIA+.”
By then, the early arrivals for the bisexual support group were making their way into the lounge.
“Hi, Oscar,” One of them said, then, “hello, Dron Acharya.”
“Hello,” I said back to them, pleasantly surprised they recognized me.
“Hi, Acharya!” Said a familiar voice, and I looked up to see Iris, who I had played hide and seek with as a learning experience not two weeks ago.
“Hello, Iris,” I said, “Are you attending the group meeting?”
“Yup,” She swung a chair around so the back was towards the table and straddled it. “I wanna spend more time around my people than last semester.”
“Archarya and I were just talking about different gender identities,” Oscar said.
“Yes,” I returned to the topic. “What does intersex mean?”
“Someone who is intersex is born with a sexual phenotype that is neither male nor female, but somewhere in the middle.”
I worked hard to disguise my interest, but I could not suppress an ear quiver.
“Usually, when a baby is born intersex, the parents and doctors determine what the baby’s hormonal sex will be and surgically ‘correct,’” Oscar made air quotes around the word, “the genital presentation. Lately, people have been waiting until the child can decide for themselves.”
“I see,” I said, “you’ll be happy to hear intersex people aren’t rare either. Though, again, I am perplexed why humans feel the need to name a thing like that.”
“We didn’t,” Iris chimes in, “but pretty much all the words we use to talk about ourselves started off as slurs, insults, and medical diagnoses. We had to claw them back.”
Oscar is nodding a little. “If you want the full history, there are a couple books I’ve heard good things about.”
I shook my head, “Thank you, but no. I was curious about the way humans approach sexuality, but it’s not my primary interest. I’m more curious about things like how you interact with the environment, what animals you keep as pets and which you think are dangerous.”
“All animals are dangerous,” Oscar said with the tone of a teacher reciting a lesson from memory. “Humans are the most dangerous. We’ll hunt all the others and even ourselves.”
“Even your pets are dangerous?” I asked.
“Yes,” Iris said, “I got bitten by a dog once. It sucked.”
“What about those?” I gestured to the window and the row of little black cats.
“Cats will fuck you up,” Iris said, “if you piss one off. They’re perfect predators.”
That was alarming, considering all the images and videos I’d seen of cats and kittens looking soft and harmless. I had thought they were scavengers that humans domesticated by happenstance, not predators they had purposefully fed.
“Some people say black cats are bad luck,” Oscar said, “that’s why we’re using them for Halloween decorations.”
“I see,” I said. I already knew a lot about Halloween as a celebration.
“Yeah, and we’re all black cats in a way, aren’t we?” Iris said.
“Iris...” Oscar didn’t even bother to continue. Iris was watching me intently with a wide manic grin. The look of a human dead set on doing something foolish.
“black sheep, black cats. The difference is that we eat meat.” She stood up and dragged the chair over to the forming circle.
“Young gays,” Oscar said to me in a conspiratorial whisper, “always so dramatic about the smallest things.” He laughed, and I flicked an ear in amusement.
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robotnuts · 3 years
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im so glad i found these articles and papers on red vs blue’s impact, especially during the BGC era because while i always knew that RVB was iconic and and revolutionary as a new storytelling medium, i didn’t understand just HOW revolutionary it was. now im no longer begging my friends to watch a gamer show please god it gets really good, now i am expertly recommending them a revolutionary piece of anti-war media that is a successor to the 1950s theater of the absurd movement that has been compared to M*A*S*H and waiting for godot, which was played at film festivals and written about in the New York Times, and they should be thanking me
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mofieroll · 4 years
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You Too (Jotaro Kujo x Fem!Reader)
Inspired from my in-character interaction with @mistaeq! Dedicated to them for motivating me to write! 💛
A Post!SDC Jotaro x Reader one shot where you bond with Holly, who you call Seiko, and pamper your man Jotaro.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of Trauma
Word Count: 3k
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Two years have passed since the events of the Crusaders' trip to Egypt to save the life of Holly Kujo from being taken by her own Stand. To say that the trip was memorable is an understatement. It was too memorable. The memories of built friendships and increased attachments in just a span of fifty days were unbearable, for fate made the surviving comrades of the group pay for all the joyous moments with the pain of death and eternal separation.
It was hard. Painful. Frightening. Heartbreaking.
It was excruciatingly traumatizing, that even the boy who appeared to be unbothered and distant, the boy who put an end to the cold-blooded century old vampire's curse, couldn't deny it.
Jotaro Kujo couldn't get away from the memories of his dying friends, and so, the supposed flashbacks became inescapable nightmares.
But fortunately, that was until you came.
You met Jotaro a month after he came back from his trip. The meeting was a mere coincidence as you were a year lower than him, you personally did not and had no intentions of getting to know him. It just so happened that Holly or Seiko, his mother, came across your small shop that sold self-designed accessories made from recycled materials. You had told her you search and pick the materials —mostly trash— yourself, which certainly piqued the woman's interest and told you, “Is that right? I have a son, and don't tell him I told you this, but he loves marine animals! It seems you are both fond of nature so I'm sure you'll get along— Oh! I'm sorry dear, we haven't introduced ourselves! I'm Holly Kujo, but you can call me Seiko~”. She was a sweetheart, so you saw no harm in accepting her offer that led you to become a close acquaintance of the Kujo Family.
Much to the matchmaker's Seiko's dismay, it took a year for you and Jotaro to confess that your platonic feelings are in need of a level up. She is Jotaro's mother and your first Kujo friend, of course she'd notice if something was up between you and Jotaro that you both refused to talk about! When you finally re-introduced yourself as Jotaro's.. cough.. girlfriend, Seiko was delighted and decided to treat her second favorite couple (next to her parents Joseph and Suzie) to a nice romantic dinner! The unplanned date embarrassed Jotaro, but he endured it as it gave a good start for the new level of your relationship with him.
Until then, Jotaro became more and more protective. You found it sweet knowing that your boyfriend, former acquaintance, cares about you and shows affection in ways you quite expected for a forbearing man like him. He's not a man of words nor materialistic gifts but a man of straightforward actions— yet he remained mysterious.
Jotaro has been avoiding you since the week has started. He distanced himself yet guarded you as you walked home after class everyday. Everytime you tried to catch him, he's nowhere to be seen. You started to get frustrated, and you know you wouldn't get any explanation even if you corner him and face him alone.
Seiko called you today and asked if you could have dinner wih them, which you excitedly agreed to because you were actually on the way to the Kujo household, a paper bag —which contained your newly designed rings and necklace— in hand.
With Seiko greeting you outside their gates, you entered their traditional mansion and told her about the happenings from the previous days. Even with the mention of Jotaro's sudden actions, Seiko chatted with you nonchalantly.
“Dear, you know my boy would do things that can be a little too unexpected even for me,” Seiko stated, “But if there's one thing or two that I can assure of, is that he means no harm..” You stopped in your tracks as she faced you and tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling, “And he cares for you, [Y/N]. I think, that may be his way of showing it!” Seiko spoke with softness, hopeful that her words would reach you and get rid of any confusion that would spark a misunderstanding on her stoic son's intentions.
You smiled back at Seiko with teary eyes, touched by her comfort. You pulled out the necklace from your paper bag and showed it to her, quietly telling her that it's your gift, only to receive an enthusiastic squeal and hug before you locked the accessory around her neck.
“It looks perfect on you Seiko! I wonder if I'd be as beautiful as you when I reach your age..” You sighed and pouted at Seiko, holding the paper bag on your middle.
“Oh, you!” Seiko playfully hit you as you both giggled, “You shouldn't say such things to a middle aged woman, [Y/N]! I might believe you!” Seiko joked while you insisted that you're sincere about your compliment.
Your chat continued on until she told you to run along and check on her boy, not forgetting to tease that Jotaro misses you. You face warmed in pink, which Seiko found so cute that she had to pinch your cheeks. With her positive and welcoming presence, your determination to face Jotaro fueled.
Seiko informed you that she'll be preparing dinner. You replied, “Mhm! I'll drag Jotaro and we'll meet you here at the dining room! Is that okay?”
“Okay~!”
Meanwhile Jotaro, who hasn't come out of his room the whole day, heard you and Seiko pass by. He was sitting in the far corner of his room but the combined voices of yours and his mother's particularly blasted through his ears. He's.. happy.. that you're both safe and sound.. but— why are you here? You should be at home! Did something happen? Did someone bother you? Wait.. did you come here alone? Didn't he tell you even before that you shouldn't go out at night? What if.. what if something happened to you? What if someone showed up and.. and took you away? Took you somewhere.. he can't reach.. What if his dreams were to happen? What if—
Knock! Knock!
Jotaro's sweating face turned to look at his door as his breathing became more unsteady. His eyes widened, brows clashed, and his mouth was agape, gasping for more air. His fists were clenched and he was trembling, who's knocking? Who's trying to get him again?
“Kujo?”
Jotaro stopped breathing for a second while his body still trembled. The voice that called him held sweetness and concern in it but he was still in a dark trance. What if someone's trying to deceive him?
“Seiko called me, may I come in?”
His widened eyes calmed, turning his tormented expression into one of those longingness. His shuddering arm reached out as he subconsciously stood and walked towards his shut door. His cold hand gripped the handle.. but he didn't have the slightest strength to pull it himself. What is he doing? He can't face anyone like this, especially..
On the other side of Jotaro's door was you, with a hand that also gripped the cold handle, waiting for the right timing to enter. Your heartbeat has increased its pace, indicating your uptight feeling of facing him after not seeing him for over a week. You were nervous and a short flashback of your first meeting with Jotaro popped up in your mind. Has it really been two years?
Jotaro never directly told you of his.. episodes. But, there were times where you just happened to observe that whenever you were late on your meeting, he immediately scoops you in a hug while he trembles; or whenever you randomly visit him on weekends and you enter his room only with a knock, he abruptly charges at you with his folded fist stopping inches from your worried face. He didn't tell you about what's haunting him, not even once. Yes, you were undeniably frustrated by him avoiding you, but you love him well enough to have the willingness to act up whilst having patience.
You waited for more minutes before speaking again, “I'm gonna enter now, alright?” You assured, carefully sliding the door behind you and turning on the light switch after you entered.
Your eyes wandered after it adjusted to the lit room, locking on the form of a slouched man in the corner, sitting with a knee up that had his arm and head resting on it while his other knee was folded. You quietly sighed and walked close to him, hiding the impatience to throw yourself at him and pepper him with kisses, mumbling i missed yous. You would have done it, but that kind of affection.. goes for later.
You sat beside Jotaro and placed the paper bag on your side. You weren't too close nor too far from him, just enough to have your hand caress his messy dark hair. You loved seeing him without his hat, seeing his flawless face be shadowless. But if he took it off, the reason is either he's agitated or.. sleep. There was a time when you told him that he should take off his hat indoors and a time you tried to take it off yourself, but he completely ignored you at both and kept the hat on.
“How are you?” You asked without expecting a reply. It was to make him acknowledge your presence, and that is because you didn't know that he's been waiting for you to come in since the moment he heard your voice.
Jotaro wanted to answer. He wanted to lock you in his arms and.. say sorry. He wanted to apologize for neglecting you but— how is he going to do that without telling you too much?
“Why the f*ck did my mother call you? I don't need any help. That b*tch.”
There it is, his method of putting up a tough facade, the swearing that would prompt anybody to think that he needs no help. It worked on you once, but you're not just anybody to him now.
“Mhm. Seiko checked up on me while I was heading home from.. somewhere. She invited me for dinner,” You informed. You didn't want to tell him that you were on your way here even before Seiko called you, knowing full well that he's against you ‘roaming’ at night alone.
You continued to comb through his hair as he answered, “For real [Y/N], I'm fine. Leave. I don't need you to stay here— or.. or something.”
Your hand lowered to his upper back and started to rub circles, “Would you look at me and say that again, Kujo?” you asked in a slightly teasing tone, trying to light up the mood.
You started humming a soft melody, a melody that somehow always soothed Jotaro. The first time you hummed it was when you were cooking dinner for him and Seiko wasn't home. He got into a fight that day and he was abnormally quiet, not the usual, resulting to a tension between the two of you. You hummed the melody to ease the atmosphere, and when you were placing his plate on the table, he suddenly grabbed your wrist and muttered an apology before he told you to ‘keep doing’ what you were doing. The melody was just random, so you did your best to remember its tone and hum it whenever you both need comfort.
And this time, he was soothed again, but he isn't going to be swayed so easily even if he wants to.
“F*cking go away.” He huffs, “You're just like the annoying b*tch. Leave me alone.”
No, stay. He stated in his mind the complete opposite of what came out of his mouth. Of course you didn't leave and continued to hum and rub circles on his back. He may be one of the harshest men you've met, but you have a counter for that. Well.. you're stubborn.
He remembered what you said about heading home from.. somewhere. Where was that? “Where were you coming from?” He asked in a demanding tone.
“Doesn't matter where I was, Kujo. You're still not looking at me.” You retreated your hand from his back and crawled to sit in front of him in crossed legs before placing your hands on his large ones, “I wouldn't mind being like Seiko, although..” You squeezed the top of his hands, bowed your body and peeked at his face where your warm [E/C] eyes met his tired yet enchanting aquamarines. Your lips quirked into a small smile, “You wouldn't want your partner to be your second mother, would you?”
Partner?
Jotaro looked at you blankly, not realizing how close your faces were, “You're still worrying about me too much, I'm fine. I'm.. I'm just remembering..” You straightened and held his cheeks, gently pulling up his face before standing on your knees. You shifted your hand and cupped his face, delicately looking at him to encourage him to speak.
In that moment where he's putting his toughness down, you've completely set aside the issue from the past week. The thoughts that Jotaro might've had enough of you because he thinks you're oblivious to his personal issues— all gone. Holly's words echoed through your mind. Mother truly knows best.
“Egypt.. friends dyi—” Jotaro cut his words and sighed deeply, “..all of it is hitting hard. You won't understand.”
You bit your bottom lip and nodded. He's right, you would not be able to understand, but that's temporary. It'll take more time for him but you're willing to wait, “I.. dream of you..” He swallows the lump in his throat while you wipe the sweat forming on his temple, “I dream of you dying too.”
With that, you were able to catch on more of what happened before you came in his life. People close to him died. People who he probably traveled with.. might have died right before him.. or not. And now he's being haunted, probably by the guilt or by the experience itself. You're still skeptical, but it's considerably clear now.
Your eyes that looked at your hand which wiped his bead of sweat shifted to his eyes, and you saw fear. He was frightened, not only by the past, but also by the possibility that he might lose you too.
You retreated your hands and sat on your legs as you and Jotaro continued to communicate through your eyes. Your heart was thumping fast against your chest, now of sympathy.
“Jotaro, I..”
This time, you threw yourself at him. Arms snaking around his neck, your face buried on his shoulder. You wrapped him in a tight hug as it took him time to return the affection, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you even closer as he closed his eyes and basked his head on yours. You and Jotaro savored the hug for a while, not thinking about anything else aside being in each other's arms.
“I'm here.. and I'm telling you that I'll be here to love you longer than that delinquent head of yours expected.”
You broke the hug gently, a hand shifting to cup his cheek while you also reached for the paper bag. Jotaro opened his eyes as he felt you fix his sitting position so you could sit —with crossed legs— on his thighs, laying your back on his chest.
“See this?” You lifted the paper bag with both hands, giving Jotaro the chance to once again wrap his arms around your waist. He doesn't mind giving in to your touch as of now.
Jotaro grunted, “Inside this lovely recycled and eco-friendly paper bag are things that.. uhm.. how do I introduce it..” You slowly placed your head on his shoulder, putting the bag down between your legs. You contemplated as you stared on the wooden ceiling, “I know! The things.. consider it as our promise to each other, Kujo. Am I clear? Yep, I'm clear!”
Jotaro clicked his tounge in annoyance as you lifted your head from his shoulder when he was about to rest his head against yours. Why can't he just cuddle you without you moving too much? Can't you and him just cuddle in peace?
You shifted again, now face to face with him. You acted surprise when you saw his furrowed brow, “Oh? Kujo is annoyed with the mighty [L/N]?”
“Just get it over with, woman.” Jotaro supported your back with an arm, watching you as you struggled to hold his free hand with one of yours. You had set aside the paper bag, the things in it now hidden in your other hand.
When you finally settled with wrapping your small hand around his palm so his fingers were loose, you smiled up at him and swiftly leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. Jotaro turned away, snorting to at least lessen his flustered state. Where is his hat now that he practically needs it?
Jotaro felt a cold thing graze his skin, along with what seems to be two fingers pushing the thing on his. He glanced and saw you inserting a ring on his pinky with a serious face. You were glaring at his hand, your smile only returning when you successfully inserted the ring.
You let go of his hand and was about to wear the other ring yourself when he grabbed your wrist, snatched the ring and easily inserted the accessory on your pinky, all of it with only one hand as his other arm was still supporting you.
You were taken aback, ready to question him when he pulled you into a bridal position and locked your upper body with his arms within a second. You chuckled instead of saying a thing, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Keen for a cuddle, huh, Kujo?”
“Good grief. You're one brave woman to challenge me.”
As you and Jotaro became ignorant to your surroundings, a flash of a camera resided from the slightly opened door, the sound being followed by a muffled kyaaah! which, with no doubt, came from the adorably giddy mother of the impatient man in your arms.
[End!]
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