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mantis-dea · 7 months

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When a Good Deed Causes a Series of Unexpected Events - Chapter 1 - The Encounter

As a general rule in a large city, you should MYOB - Mind Your Own Business. Of course, who would've thought calling a man an ambulance and giving him your umbrella would leave to something called Stands. Definitely not you.

My first Tumblr post! My blog will be fanfics, mostly JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and maybe Overwatch. Not sure if I will take requests yet.

For this story, I don't know how fast chapters will be coming out, nor do I know how many chapters it will have. I do want to say that, so far, this story in progress has over 10k words.

It's my first fanfic I'll be publishing, and a lot of it is just me going with the flow. I'll let you know if previous chapters have changed and what changed. Feedback is welcomed!

As you stand inside the old brick building, you watch pellets of water race down the glass windows, creating a blurry kaleidoscope of colors. You hear a distant low rumble of thunder, a reminder of the powerful storm raging outside. It’s been three days since you last caught a glimpse of the moon, hidden behind the thick veil of clouds that have been crying down on the city. This relentless downpour had transformed the streets into shallow rivers, and it seemed like the storm had no intention of relenting.

But you were grateful for the shelter of the building. It's a familiar haven from the relentless rain—a place where you've found solace amid the chaos of Lapalton's changing seasons. You decide not to think too much about the storm and to enjoy the soothing sound of the rain tapping against the windows. It's a comforting backdrop to the cacophony of voices and clinking glasses that fill the bar tonight.

“Why?” The drunkard’s wording slurred, “Why? Why did she leave me?”

You continue to clean a wine glass with a towel, your focus on your task. Such outbursts are common among the last-call patrons, and you’ve learned not to take it personally. But when he places a crinkled hand on top of yours and starts rubbing, you feel a surge of discomfort. You try to pull away, but he tightens his grip.

“Sir, please let go,” you say calmly, unsure if he’ll even pay heed to your comment.

Instead, he starts mumbling about how he can’t find someone like you who’s good at “care.” You raise an eyebrow at his words, having not a clue on what he’s even muttering about.

When he finally notices the deafening silence, he releases your hand and stands up. “You’re too fat for my taste anyways,” he mutters, stumbling towards the door, leaving no tip.

No. Tip.

Bartending for the rich is great, they said. It pays well, they said. High end bar, my ass. I’m barely pulling $10 a night in tips.

Several months back, you used to work at a small hotel. Checking people in, reserving rooms, and even sometimes cleaning the questionably wet bed sheets. There, you overheard your coworkers gossiping about Maria, a coworker who quit her job and became a high-class bartender, making six figures. The words “six figures” were all you needed to hear. You quit all your jobs without two weeks’ notice once you surprisingly got a job at SPW, a high-end bar in one of the biggest cities in America.

That hype immediately faded on day three.

Sure, your salary did increase, but it surely was not the six figures you were promised. You know what did increase? Your hatred for the wealthy. They constantly brag about being rich, but they can’t spare you a few dollars? The rare time you do get tipped fairly is if they bring a party with them; they only tip as a power move to show just how wealthy and considerate they are to their group.

After cleaning up the bar, you grab your things, open your umbrella, and lock the doors. Unfortunately for you, buses run less frequently past midnight, and it is currently two-thirty in the morning. So, your options are to either take the thirty-two-minute walk or wait an hour at the bus stop that is about two blocks away where drug addicts hang out.

You trudge through the pouring rain.

Walking home in this fucking sucks.

You do love rain, just not when you have to walk through it at two-thirty in the morning after a twelve-hour shift.

Surprisingly, you reach your block five minutes faster than usual. The motivation to make it home made you walk faster. All you wanted to do was sleep.

In the distance, you spot a familiar sight – an unconscious man leaning against the aged brick walls, slumping over. You live on the less fortunate side of the city, near the slums. The disoriented drug addicts, wandering drunkards, and the frequent thievery and robberies make this area one of the worse areas to live, but the inexpensive rent of a decently size apartment is a major selling point for you. Luckily, all the crazies you’ve encountered so far have been relatively harmless. Still, you’re always on edge whenever you pass one.

If people were amidst a drug exchange or passed out drunk, you’d wait it out; unless they overdosed, they typically don’t stay for more than half an hour. However, tonight, you don’t care. You don’t feel like waiting for this one to get up and go. The weather is abhorred, and you’re drenched, cold, dirty, and exhausted. A steaming hot shower and a good night’s rest sounds like heaven right about now.

You proceed with caution and approach. You were planning to just ignore him. However, your bafflement got the best of you. You halt and squat down to stare at the young man before you. Despite the alleyway being dimly lit, the man’s golden, disheveled hair shines like a polished gold bar. He looks around to be your age – early 20s. His expensive-looking black suit and pants consist of many cuts and scuffs; it seems as though he got into a fight with someone.

You lean forward and take a whiff.

“Well, he’s not drunk.”

You put a hand to his nose; you feel a light puff of air. Then, you pull up both his tattered sleeves. No track marks. No injuries.

Your eyebrows furrow. This man is mysterious and sketchy. Mysterious because he’s hot and looks innocent. Sketchy because he’s in a not-so-good area in this awful weather, unconscious of all things. He looks like he got into a fight, but he’s completely uninjured.

I bet he’s part of an Italian mafia. Like that movie, Godfather.

You shot up and stumble back when you hear a small grumble from him. You stay deathly still for a minute, readying to bounce if need be. However, the man eyes never opened.

You let out a small sigh of relief. You feel terrible as he sits knocked out in a dirty alleyway in the rain. You truly do want to help him. However, you don’t know him. You don’t know who’s after him. Why he ended up here in the first place. It’s too dangerous to assume he’s a good person. Still, you did not want to leave him like this. You place an umbrella over the man and call for an ambulance before heading in the direction of your apartment.

Your apartment complex is unique – there is no main indoor lobby where you could chat with the landlord and take an elevator up to your floor. No, instead, you must walk up a flight of questionably rusty metal stairs to get to the door of your apartment. Fortunately, you are only on the 3rd floor and not the 13th floor.

You unlock the door to your apartment. The exterior would fool anyone into believing that the old building is rack and ruined. It may or may not potentially fail a building inspection, but the apartments - well at least yours - are very clean. The complex is a bit expensive for the area, but much cheaper compared to the inner city, meaning there are more people like you and less addicts living within the flats. Though, the smell of weed does pass by from time to time.

When you step into your apartment, a familiar, rubber, black mat greets you. You bend down to untie your dress shoes and place them neatly in the small compartment beside you. Your studio apartment is spacious. Hidden in some parts of your white walling are large storage compartments. You had a white sliding door that disconnects and reconnects the kitchen area from the rest of the living room. A black metal staircase to the left leads you to your bed. Very spacious indeed, but dark. Your only window is the one next to the entry door; though, at least it’s a large window. Another feature located to the left of your door is the bathroom that harbors a washer and dryer.

Turning the handle of your bathroom door, you hear the familiar click as it opens. You reach for the shower handle and, after a few moments of finicking, water streams down from the showerhead. As you shed your clothes and step into the shower, the hot water soothes your tired body, and a contented sigh escapes your lips. Thoughts of your job as a bartender, with its challenges posed by wealthy patrons, linger in your mind. Being a bartender has its moments of fun, but it's also filled with frustrations, and you can't help but think about the high turnover rate in your line of work. People can be demanding, and the pay is barely above the minimum yearly salary.

You dry yourself off, slip on a pair of warm pajamas, and head to bed. Usually, you would sit down and do at least an hour of assignments for your classes, but you are not in the mood today.

Your eyes flutter open. Stifling a groan, you sit up and pull out your flip phone from under your pillow.

9:42 a.m.

March 11th, 2008.

Normally, you’d sleep for a few more hours. However, your kitchen is starving; you have not gone grocery shopping for the past two weeks because you’ve been so caught up with work. Your boss proposed higher pay if you willingly worked from opening to closing this entire week. Of course, you outright rejected. Then, he countered with time-and-a-half. There was no hesitation when you told him, “Bet.”

Even with your 5’2” stature, the loft area of your apartment is too petite for a proper stretch. You slowly climb down your ladder to prepare for the day ahead.

After eating an instant mac-and-cheese microwave bowl, you put on your shoes, and head out. As you walk down the metal staircase, you notice the absence of the young man from last night. A pang of guilt courses through you as you think of the condition you left him in. You’re hopeful an ambulance came to give him the care he needs.

As you tread by where the young man was, you suddenly catch sight of something. Something that smitten you instantly. Amidst the dark, dank alley, something in the distance shines with an otherworldly brilliance, beckoning you closer. There is no resistance; you mindlessly walk towards the light, until you’re standing right in front it. Your head tilts. It’s still unclear as to what it is; the intense shine blocks the view. You reach out towards the light.

A sudden, searing pain has you screeching at the top of your lungs. You’re quick to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your screams of agony. Your body suddenly felt heavy, and you began to sweat excessively. The world seems to be spinning around you at a rapid pace. Something is not right, you thought, just as your legs buckle. You crumble to the ground.

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truefant4sy · 4 months

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EP 1: "you really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes" | the first episode of Sweet & Salty

the first episode to my new series 'sweet & salty' Centered around the Hulu show 'The bear.'

warnings: kinda fluff, a smidge of angst, a lot of nostalgia,kissing,almost smut

"shittt okay vee so either we go stupid and get 4lokos or we get some nasty ass bear and just chug that" i looked at my best friend awaiting her answer "um..be stupid and grab them damn 4lokos" vee laughed showing her pink braced teeth "okay I'll go grab some chips and shit. This is finna be our best movie night yet" i clapped my hands together and grabbed about 4 4lokos out of the cold liquor store freezer i look around the store for a minute then walked up to the counter "uh my friend is getting everything else can i just sit those here?" i asked the bored counter clerk he simply nodded and continued looking at the erotic magazine. 'Fucking cunt' i thought before walking over to the candy isle as i looked around i could feel a presence looming over me like the feeling you get when you teacher is standing over you during a test "damn can you mo-" i turned around and stopped my sentence "my bad..Jojo?" i eternally cringed at the high school nickname "hi carmen" i nodded trying to shake the awkwardness off "eh..how are you?" he asked me shifting from on foot on to the other "good. I uh went to New York and got my degree" i told him.

It was always easy to tell him everything "yeah? i went to New York last year" he smiled "yeah? i heard through the grapevine that you got yourself a restaurant" he rubbed at his face and nodded "i do" he said in a monotone voice. i wanted to bring up Mikey but i just decided against it "can i ask you something Jojo?" he looked at me waiting for me to say something "did you really get the uh..tattoo removed..like you said you would?" he asked me.

I said two years ago when i left for New York and said that i was gonna get the tattoo i got of his name removed and i did not do it whatsoever.

"no I didn't actually" I turned to the right and moved my hair to show him the small letter that began at the back of my ear and ended and the bottom of my neck "well that's good..You got something planned tonight?" he asked me before waving his hands "not that like I wanna come over or something like that" I laughed only laughed at him trying to explain it "yeah me and vee are having a sleep over slash movie night I guess since I'm back" I told him trying not to be so awkward "that sounds fun..I'm sorry I didn't call you- or try to" he looked down at the ground "it's fine Carmen I should have cut you off like that" he chuckled "it's fine i mean at least I'm still Carmel to you" he shrugged dramatically "yes you are" i smiled "uh..can I have your number?..to stay in contact of course" he asked before looking away once our eyes locked "yeah can i see your phone" i twisted my necklace 'stop doing that' i dropped my necklace.

he handed me his phone for me to type my number in I called my number to make sure it rung and it did "I'll save your number now" I told him as I pulled out my phone "you still have that photo?" he shook his head and smiled, I looked at my case and saw the collection of high school Polaroids I kept one of us doing nothing but just looking at each other "yeah I don't throw away shit" I said before saving his number "josie did you-" vee stopped in her tracks and sighed "well hi Carmel macchiato" she shook her head and laughed before giving him a quick side hug "hey vee" he said simply "still got your braces I see" he said sarcastically "shut up I'm getting them off next week dude" she rolled her green eyes "I'm just fucking with you" he said patting her shoulder "I know carm" she laughed "well hurry and grabbed some shit josie I wanna go watch that movie" she sighed and walked over to the counter.

"alright" I nodded "you should the nerd's ropes" carmen stated "yeah? okay then" I grabbed the nerd's ropes and looked at them they did seem good "and um get chocolate too because too much fruit flavored candy makes you-" I interrupted him "throw up? I know carmen" I laughed and grabbed some twixs and snickers "alright well I'll call you tonight if that's okay?" he asked me running a hand thru his wild curly hair "yeah of course" he nodded and walked to the back of the store to grab a drink "bye Jojo" he looked at him from over his should "bye carm"

My fucking stomach hurts and I now remember every reason why I don't fucking drink 4lokos anymore because my god.

Vee was in the bathroom throwing up everything she ate and drunk today, and I sat there trying not fucking cry from how much my stomach was killing me "Vierra? Vee?" I called to her trying to see if she was okay thru my own pain "yes" she said weakly "I stood up and walked over to the bathroom to see her resting her blonde head on the side on my tub "I have clothes just shower and ill uh..door dash or something" I said still clenching at my stomach "no..I don't want door dash" she replied drunkly "I want you to get your boyfriend carmen over here so he can cook" she burped "carmen isn't and wasn't my boyfriend Vierra" I shook my head at what she had said.

He was my best friend "Fuck you. Just get that man over here because I'm fucking hungry Josephine" I nodded and walked over to my dresser to grab her some clothes "okay ill call him just please shower" I helped her get up and get undressed before I ran her a bath making sure to some of those calming bath salts that I bought last week.

After I got her into the bath I stepped out at plopped down on my bed before grabbing the painkillers in my night stand and popping two of them into my mouth and chasing it with a water 'call carmen' I groaned and listened to my head before picking up my phone at first my thumb just hovered over his name in my phone "fuck it" I pressed the button and waited for him to pick him which wasn't a long wait "Josephine?" his voice was deep and soft "I'm sorry were you uh sleeping?" I asked him knowing the answer considering that it was 12:52 "kinda. Whatcha need?" he asked me and I kind of hesitated "um could you come over and make something to eat for me and vee, she specifically asked for to cook" I told him my leg bouncing with anxiety "yeah. I can" he said groaning "okay. I'll send you, my address."

It wasn't long before he was knocking at the door of my apartment I got up from the bed and opened the door "hi josie" he looked so tired 'and so fine' I shook my head at stepped aside to let him in "I'm sorry to wa-" I tried to apologize but he interrupted me "it's fine. I rather it be you anyways" he groaned and ran his hand thru his hair again "what does she want to eat?" he asked me while he looked around my kitchen pulling out pots and pans "chicken alfredo" I leaned against the island in my kitchen he nodded "josie? is your boyfriend here?" a drunk Vierra called out of my bedroom "vee yes he's here and he's not boyfriend" I sighed and carmen only scratched his head I took a seat in the barstool at my island and just watched him.

"you just gonna stare or are you gonna tell me about New York?" he was going back in forth from my fridge to the stove to the cabinet cooking away "well if you don't mind I'm gonna do both" I giggled 'like a damn school girl' I shook my head "well uh in New York I ate a shit ton of food and the people aren't that bad" I scratched my head "yeah? what all did you eat?" he asked me as he added a stick of butter to a pan "everything. Like I basically ate at every fucking restaurant I could find" I laughed "still got a huge ass appetite I see" he shook he head and turned around to give me a quick smile 'that was cute' "yes that was" "hm?" he looked at me "I said yes I do. I'm a hungry whore..like the game hungry hippo but sluttier" he shook his head and put his hands on his hips "gotta be nicer to yourself" I rolled my eyes at his words "Josephine."

I threw my hands up " okay I'm gonna be nicer to myself carmen" I stuck my tongue out at him "now. Where's your pasta?" he asked me still stirring and picking stuff in a skillet "in the last cabinet to the left he opened the cabinet and looked at me "only 3 packs josie? I should be ashamed" when he said that I remembered Michael saying the same thing 2 years back before I left for New York "uh carmen...I'm really sorry about Mikey" I sighed "it's fine."

he said quickly and bluntly "is the food done yet?" Vierra shouted from my room "no vee not yet" carmen shouted back "can you pull out some plates Jojo?" he asked me still focused on the stove and making sure the pasta didn't over boil "..yes chef" I stood up from the stool and made my way over to the dishwasher were I pulled out a few heart shaped plates "that's cute" he said looking at the plates "I know right?" I replied back "oh uh..could I see your room...? because I uh remembered how narly your bedroom was when we were kids so I just thought it would y'know still be uh..cool" he ran his hand through his hair "yeah. It's still narly probably even more narly because I got my own money to puy any decoration I want" he laughed "yeah your apartment is cute" stirred the pot again as he complimented me "aw your sweet carmy that's why I call you Carmel" he laughed.

Finally the food was done and Vierra ate that shit down "this is why we love carmen right josie?" she wiped her mouth after eating her 3 plate "mhm" I only nodded my head to what she said "bye" vee got up from her seat at my island and went back into my room "well at least she's happy" carmen joked as I stood up to put the dishes in the sink "do you uh..want me to go or?" he asked me at he rested his chin the palm of his hand "no. I mean you should stay" he nodded.

We sat in silence for a bit, "you know what? last week when I had gone to that same liquor store guess who I saw" carmen looked at me "uh who?" I asked "Claire" I rolled my eyes at his answer "you know I don't her." I rolled my eyes again "can I ask why?" he tilted his head in a boyish manner "yes because she was a fucking bully, so I punched in her stupid fucking face. Shes still one of those manic pixie dream girls" he nodded "that was funny" he laughed.

"wanna go sit on the couch?" I asked him as I stood up stretching my body 'those stools hurt.' carmen nodded and walked behind her they both plopped down on the couch and just sat there again in silence to take in each other's presence "legs?" carmen looked at me "legs." I nodded and put my legs in his lap like how we did when we were just high school students, we always said it like that "I really fucking missed you carmy" she admitted to him he only nodded his head in agreement "why did we even stop talking?" carmen asked his eyes staring holes through me "you blew up at me the week before I was supposed to leave for New York..so I just thought that the end" I admitted to him 'why the fuck am I telling him everything' "I didn't mean to. I was just-" he gave up on his sentenced and just sighed "it's fine. We're over that now, right?" I asked him softly putting a comforting hand on his should "right." he nodded.

"My mom asked about you." I told him as I traced little shapes onto his skin "she did? what did she say?" he asked his head back on the couch, his eyes closed in a relaxed manner "Just the usual like 'what happened to carmen?' and 'where's carmen?' " I told him giggling at my mom's nosiness he laughed, as he laughed, I just stared at him.

I kind of forgot how..pretty he was in a weird way, like he was pretty but in a manly sense and handsome in a chaotic way his hair crazy his eyes stared holes through my soul when he would look at me his random tattoos the littered his skin his chaotic-ness never failed to calm me at the worst moments even when he made me cry I could never blame him.

"weird question." i said he opened one eye and looked at me "yeah?" he waited for me to ask "can i uh..kiss you? sorry if thats weird" i blurted out quietly making sure I didn't wake up vierra "no its not weird. And uh yeah" his head lifted from the couch as my hand held his cheek his eyes closed for a second as if he was embracing the feeling of my skin on his all over again I leaned in our foreheads just touching the tips of our noses brushing against each other with each breath, his nose and skin were always cold 'just kiss' I listened to the small voice in my head and kissed him and the feeling was intensified by a thousand.

I never knew it was possible to miss a person this much as I missed how his lips felt on mine. When we were in high school we only ever kissed once as a joke but this time was, weirdly real and love filled I guess I just knew I did want it to end My hands ran through his hair "fuck" he murmured softly into my mouth this wasn't how I planned to spend my first week back in Chicago at all but his chaotic-ness always went with my straight forward plans which was why we were such good friends in high school but instead I was the chaotic one and he was the straight forward planned one 'the roles always switch with him'.

His tongue wrapped my very own making my body quiver his hands held my back as he softly pushed me down onto my light pink sofa he didn't break the kiss as he got onto the sofa more his arms now on both sides of my head, he softly grabbed my legs and put them on his waist as a sign for me to wrap them around his waist he softly pulled away "is this okay?" he asked me his forehead still against mine I nodded he kissed me a few more times before going to my neck kissing and biting at the brown flesh making me cover my mouth so I could keep quiet 'you went 2 years without sex by the way' the same small voice reminded me in my head, he lifted my shirt up and began to kiss my stomach making my eyes flutter "god save me." I muttered under my breath as he looked up at me as if he wanted approval.

My hands grabbed at his hair his kisses got slower and lower then by bedroom door sung open "have you guys-" Vierra stopped in the door way making carmen sit up and pull my shirt down "oh uh fuck my bad" Vierra awkwardly turned around and went back into my room "well fuck." carmen groaned and rubbed his face "I should get going" he stood up and grabbed his phone and keys "alright" I stood up with him and opened the door, before he walked out he kind of just stopped "I missed you too" he said in a quiet voice "I know you did." I said sarcastically making him roll his eyes before he walked out of the door, he hugged me. Giving me the biggest bear hug ever and he smelled great "see you later Josephine" he let go of me "see you later carmy and text me when you get home okay?" he smiled and nodded and before I knew it, he was in the elevator on his was down to the lobby. I closed my door and locked it.

And there he was again, already back in my life changing the course of everything once again.

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honeybleed · 1 year

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a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

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synopsis: bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canonverse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven, reader insert but there are some oc’s, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, no smut but kinda suggestive towards the end

authors note: if you get slightly confused, the reader will be purposely left out of the whole jojo lore of arrows and stands so that’s why i won’t get into the full detail of it however us as jojo fans and the canon characters understand it i guess ☠️

word count: 4.6k

As you stood underneath the shower head and let the hot water pour on your skin and wetten your hair, you thumped your head hard against the tiles.

As much as you enjoyed whatever that was back there with Rohan, you knew things weren't going to be simple.

You had an inkling he would go back to being an emotionally constipated jackass sooner or later.

But at the end of the day, that shouldn't be your problem.

You can't control his behaviour. Thoughts mulled in your head as you faced downwards.

Your train of thought came to a halt when you noticed something scurry around in your peripherals. You could've sworn something scuttled out of the drain.

As fear crawled up your spine and made adrenaline rush you tried to rush away but you slipped and collided with such force, the bottles of product on the tub clattered.

It disappeared, leaving you humiliated.

Pain shot through you as you let out an anguished noise and clambered to stand up.

The door immediately swung open and you met with Rohan’s enraged face.

"Why are you making such a commotion?!" Rohan snapped. Your eyes locked as you were stark naked, stood on the rim of the bathtub.

"Something came out of the drain, I swear Rohan! I’m not making it up!" You babbled, words clashing together.

"What? Was it a spider?" He asked, unimpressed as he took a few steps further to get a good look at the drain. He peered at the tub, blinking.

Waiting for something.

Much to no avail. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"I am NOT lying!" You barked.

"I didn't say you were." He responded, swiftly.

He yanked a towel from the rack and passed it to you, which you reached out for a little meekly, mortified at how ridiculous you looked.

Silence fell over the both of you.

"Aren’t you going to leave?" You said a little curtly. His lips were pressed together as he struggled to say what he wanted to say.

"...Are you hurt?" He finally asked, still not meeting your eye.

"I’m fine, I just slipped."

"Idiot." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Hey!"

"Be careful." He said, as he reached out a hand to help you up. You unwillingly grasped his hand.

You massaged your sore sides after you dried yourself and applied lotion. Looking for Rohan but he seemed to be absent from his bed.

You figured he’d be out on the deck again, it was pretty tranquil at night with the dark sky and soft sounds of waves lapping.

Surely enough, he was sat on the decking, legs outstretched.

You settled beside him, slightly wincing from the fall you’d taken back there.

“You’re sure you don’t need medical attention?” He asked, not looking at you.

“I’m fine.” You asserted.

“You are so stubborn.”

“Have you taken a look in the mirror yourself?” You hissed.

“I do. I’m rather fond of my reflection.” He snickered.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” You responded “Rohan.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you have always been a manga author?”

“I can’t imagine being anything else.”

“I could.”

“Huh?”

“You’d be a cool creative director. Or fashion designer.”

“You flatter me.” He said with a snicker. “But no. It’s my calling.”

“That must be cool, to know what you’re meant for.”

“Why do you say that?” He questioned, furrowing his brows. “Do you not like being an editor?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

"I never wanted to be a manga editor. It just fell in my lap, I guess." You finally said. You were met with silence which you were grateful for.

"To say you are undeserving of this job, is an insult to yourself. You would have never been assigned to me if you were terrible.”

You blinked.

Well, it wasn't comforting advice but there was a hint of truth in his statement.

As abhorrent as Rohan’s personality could be, he was one of the greatest, renowned manga authors for a reason.

"It is never too late. Who knows? Ten years down the line you could be on a path you've always wanted. You’re unsure now, but it'll come to you one day."

"That was actually really sweet of you, Roban." You replied. "Thank you...I really needed that."

"Not a problem. I despise change and to go through another editor would be an extreme inconvenience."

You bit your tongue, and decided to pretend you hadn't heard it, then got up from where the two of you were sat.

"...I hope ten years you will still be a part of my life." You said, softly.

Rohan simply glanced at you, hand settled on his stomach.

He was sure it had been years since a single sentence from somebody had caused a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

"I’ll see you in the cabin if I’m still awake." You said as you began to head out. "Try do something that doesn't revolve around Pink Dark Boy, okay?"

"Can’t make any promises." He replied, a little dazed from the burst of butterflies from what you said.

You were slightly saddened the trip was coming to an end. As much as the events felt like an emotional rollercoaster, you still enjoyed just having a chance to breathe.

No deadlines. No early morning starts. No public transport. No more endless hours trapped in the office feeling as if your life was wasting away.

Of course your job wasn't the conventional office one.

Working for a prestigious and famous publishing company like Shueisha which was something most people would kill for was considered a privilege.

The talk after you and Rohan’s tryst lifted a burden from your shoulders.

Hope existed and like he said, you'd find your calling soon enough.

Something that would make all the depressing things about a job, worth it.

You were alone on the deck, on the nose of the grand cruise ship, overlooking the waters and the sunset.

You whipped your head around when you heard footsteps approach you, and turned to see none other than Ryosuke with a sheepish smile as he gave a shy wave.

Internally shrinking away because you felt a little bad for taking him for a ride when your mind was filled with another.

"This is going to be awkward." You muttered internally.

"Was looking all over the place for you." ryosuke said, a smile tugging on the corner his lips.

"Oh...is there something you need?" You questioned.

It sounded like he wanted to make a move on you and feigning ignorance was the only thing that you wanted to do.

Your heart was set on Rohan, anyways.

He cleared his throat.

"I’d really like to take you out on a date when we get back, if that's possible."

You blinked at him.

"I don't think I could let this chance pass. I barely see you as it is."

"Oh, Ryosuke. Believe me, I’m flattered but I can't-"

"It’s him, isn't it?" He interrupted you, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Don’t play dumb with me. What? That bastard is a skirt chaser too?" He raged.

What was it with all the manga authors being such babies? You pinched your nose bridge.

"Even if it was Rohan, so?" You questioned. "I suggest you stop before this escalates and I don't talk to you again."

He gave a hollow laugh, turning away from you.

"You should've agreed."

"...What?" You blurted out, voice incredulous.

Suddenly you felt a force, not allowing you to move from where you were stood.

You struggled aimlessly for a few seconds, then whipped your head around to see Ryosuke with a fiendish smile on his face as his eyes darkened.

Nothing like the warm smile you were used to.

"I was only shot with the arrow to hurt Kishibe and anybody important to him but that stuck up bastard barely has loved ones in proximity to him...then you came along." He stated, circling you.

Your eyebrows pinched together, bewildered on the tangent he was going on.

"Hm, you seem clueless. Well I’ll tell you something. That feeling you had that somebody was watching you? It was my stand. I figured I’d play some mind tricks with you and send him a warning. His loss though, he thought you were crazy, didn't he?"

No.

He didn't think you were crazy.

Rohan is smart. He did what you do, and played dumb in an attempt to shield you from these peculiar happenings.

"What’s even the endgame, Ryosuke?" You asked, cautiously. Hoping you could talk him out of whatever he had planned.

"Rohan!" You called out as he stood on the deck, staring at the both of you. "Don’t come any closer!"

“For god’s sake woman, you’re like a foghorn!” He muttered as he made his way towards the two of you, undeterred by your panicked state.

"Watch out!" You cried out as you saw the exact same thing you saw in the tub heading straight towards the both of you.

He shoved you hard but still braced out his arms in a protective stance as his legs planted wide.

"Ugh, what was that for?-"

"HEAVEN'S DOOR!" He called out.

"I knew it! It was that bottom feeder mangaka!" Rohan yelled.

"Rohan." You said through gritted teeth. "This is not the time for a gotcha!"

Ryosuke cursed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he struggled, unable to move.

He fell onto the ground, hard. It was almost as if there was some sort of restraints on his legs and wrists even if it was invisible.

"Curse you, Kishibe. You-"

"Ryosuke, just...relax! Lets talk about it, okay...? It doesn't need to escalate like this. You said you knew I felt as if I was being watched, Right? How-"

"He has a stand, Y/N. Keep up, will you?" Rohan said, curtly.

You frowned and put your hands on your hips.

"Wow Rohan, I’m sure that'd be extremely helpful if I even knew what a stand is." You shot back.

Ryosuke gave up struggling and sighed.

"Since you want to know-"

"We don't." Rohan cut him off.

"We do! Shut up Rohan." You hissed.

"I’ll tell you the story."

1995 and I picked up an issue of Jump. Rave reviews about a series whose author was a mere sixteen years old! But his art style was on the level of a senior artist's.

1999. My own series was picked up. I was invited to a gathering held by Shueisha themselves and I couldn't be happier.

I could finally meet the boy who inspired me to start drawing.

"Soul Moon? Never heard of it. God awful title." Ne said, then turned on his heel and flounced off.

The way he turned his nose up at me. I’d never forget. First, my heart shattered. This was a man I’d idolised for years. It was a goal of mine to even meet him.

Secondly, I’d been so vulnerable with my work. I tapped into my deepest desires and thoughts and brought it into the plot. It was very intimate and as much as I knew that was a risk, I still took it.

It was more insulting from a manga author. A reader? Fine. An editor, that's their job! But a fellow manga author?

"Rohan, this is literally your fault!" You screeched, enraged you were dragged into this pissing contest. "You apologise right now!"

"I don't need his pity!" Ryosuke barked. "It was simply some context for you."

Rohan was unfazed by Ryosuke’s story, he simply cocked a brow with his familiar smug smile.

"You’re still laughing?! I guess that takes away any of the last qualms I had about offing you."

"Ryosuke! Yes, Rohan is a snob but that isn't a reason to murder somebody!" You screamed out, lost at why this was even a statement in the first place.

"Indulge me, Tsuchiya." Rohan said. "How would you, defenceless and immobile, go about murdering me?"

He took out a spare pen from his pocket, and crouched over Ryosuke.

You felt as if there was a heavy weight upon your tongue and your chest was so tight you were beginning to struggle with breathing as Rohan seemed to turn pages within Ryosuke’s face.

Ryosuke's unintelligible babbling and gut wrenching screams of terror were enough to send you into complete panic mode.

And the last thing you saw before you lost your balance and slumped against the railings was Rohan's eerie smile.

That was your first experience face-to-face with what Rohan called a stand, and you were given the misfortune of witnessing one as gory and psychologically scarring as Heaven’s Door.

You blearily opened your eyes to see a white ceiling, completely unfamiliar to you.

You tried to focus on something in the room, you could see Rohan sat on a chair.

With a stone-faced expression, your eyes met.

"Is Ryosuke okay?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

"I cut off his hands. He won’t be able to draw anymore, that is unless he learns how to draw with his feet or mouth."

"...Oh."

"If you have something to say, just spit it out already. You of all people should know how busy I am."

"You...didn't even show basic compassion when he confronted you." You began, voice faltering. "You didn't even feel bad.."

"Why would I feel sympathy for a man who was going to kill me and used you as bait?" He hissed.

"You are cruel, Rohan. I saw your true colors on that deck. You laughed in that man's face."

Amongst his many talents, Rohan’s poker face was something simply unmatched.

Because as soon as that sentence left your lips he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

But nobody would've been able to tell, what with those steely, cold eyes. His chest was puffed up, and his arms were folded.

He snorted.

"If that's what you truly think, who am I to change your mind?" He said, frostily.

"Well, I’m sure you have other places to be." You hurled back.

"Glad you know." He responded, turning on his heel to march out of the room.

"I got the flowers you asked for-" Izumi’s voice called out in the hallway, at the worst time possible. He snatched the bouquet out of her hands and dumped them in the trash.

Leaving Izumi at a loss for words.

"Well, that was wasteful and not very eco-friendly!" She cried out.

You weren't bed bound for long. You were released quickly once they had run tests and deduced you had simply passed out from shock.

You went home. You saw your friends, and you saw Izumi in the office but she didn't address the elephant in the room (you and Rohan’s fallout) since she figured that was something between the two of you.

You didn't dare go back to Morioh.

And you were dreading your next visit for work purposes.

Maybe that's why such strict rules about employee relationships are enforced in the first place.

Soon enough, the call came and you were meant to set up a meeting with Rohan to discuss his next submission for a one-shot.

You dialled him dozens of times but he was straight up refusing to answer your calls.

After countless ringing, you finally reached a voicemail.

"This is the Kishibe Rohan’s residence. I am most likely creating a masterpiece so I can't take your call. Even if I was free I would not answer. So don’t bother to leave a message.”

You were sure your eyes would be stuck at the back of your head because anything to do with Rohan made you roll your eyes.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you!" A voice called out behind you. You turned to face a youthful-looking short boy. You immediately recognised him, as he was one of Rohan’s few friends.

"You’re not bothering me at all, what's up?"

"Um, well I guess it's pretty heavy. Can we talk in the café?"

"I guess this is kinda awkward. I hope you don't think I'm meddling in your business or anything!" the boy said a little anxiously as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Not at all."

"Well, you are Y/N, right? Rohan sensei's editor?"

You nodded.

"He’s been so off since he came back from that trip the two of you went on! He’s not himself at all. He won't even leave that big old house of his."

You felt some pangs of guilt. You had no idea that what you said would even affect Rohan.

"Koichi? Did it come out of Rohan’s mouth that he was upset because of me?" You said, calmly but it was hard to stop the passive aggressiveness laced in your tone.

"Well, no- but-"

"So I guess this conversation is over." You said abruptly, taking out some notes from your purse to pay for your and Koichi’s beverages and setting it on the table.

"Y/N, wait!" Koichi cried out. "He didn't tell me about what happened over the past week but I know he cares about you! So much so, he asked me for advice! ...and he asked me if he was cruel."

You froze in your steps.

So it was what you said that made Rohan spiral.

Your face scrunched up as you turned on your heel to face Koichi.

"Since when does Kishibe Rohan care about anybody but himself?!" You cried out.

"Y/N, please! I know he's difficult but he does care about you-"

"Why do I have to hear that he cares about me from you?!"

You let out a heavy sigh and shook your head. Why are you debating with somebody young enough to be your sibling about your love life?

"Look, Koichi. Sorry for yelling at you and sorry to get you involved in all of this. You’re a good friend to Rohan." You said, exasperatedly as you balled your fist behind your back. "I’ll...visit him. That’s why I came to Morioh in the first place but I chickened out."

"No worries Y/N...I hope things work out between the two of you." He said, beaming.

After he waved you off, you hesitantly made your way to Rohan’s place.

It was irritating how he managed to triangulate somebody fresh out of college into your nonsense but nothing was a surprise when it came to dealing with Rohan.

You gazed at his house, seeing the lights in his studio were on. If he was drawing then it probably wasn't as urgent as Koichi made it seem.

“You are trespassing on my property.” You heard a familiar voice bark. “Go away.”

“Are we really playing this game, Rohan?” You sighed.

“This is not a game to me!” He exclaimed. “Just leave.”

“You think I wanted to even come down here? But at the end of the day, I have a job to do. So please. Just let me do my job.” You pleaded.

You were met with silence, then locks began to rattle and there stood Rohan, with a sullen look.

He wasn't in his regular fashionable attire which he would spend hours crafting to the tiniest detail. Even his signature headband was missing and his hair which was always styled up was now limp and lifeless.

He had newly formed dark circles against his porcelain skin.

"I don't have anything to show you."

"You may be upset with me but lying? Lying to me? You have drafts, infinite drafts that date back years ago that you could pass off for the next print." You hissed.

"Fine. Two minutes, take my drawings and go."

He made you stand in the foyer, then dumped a box full of drawings into your hands, causing you to lose your balance with its weight.

"Take care." He said, abruptly.

You felt a flurry of rage overtake your senses and immediately dumped the box onto the ground, causing the papers to scatter everywhere.

"Why are you making me the bad guy? Cos I called you cruel? You don't get to do this, Rohan!"

"I'm doing it right now." He spat.

"Grow up! You can't just do whatever you feel like then get mad when somebody tells you as it is. You want people to walk on eggshells for you, how absurd is that?"

"I'm not doing anything wrong here. You were the one who said you didn't want to see me again, I'm simply respecting your wishes."

"My wishes were not for you to lock yourself away. My wishes were not for you to neglect your work, the one thing in this world that you care about-"

"Two." He said.

"...Huh?"

"I...care about my work. And somehow...I found myself beginning to care about you." He hesitated.

You blinked.

The silence pierced through his chest, and he slumped against the wall.

"I can't think straight." He huffed out, angrily clutching the roots of his hair.

"I care about you very much. You're a constant in my life. Being away from you after that trip and thinking we were over shattered my heart." You said voice barely a whisper.

"Well, is it true? Do you think I’m cruel?" He spat.

"...At times. But I guess that's what gets you far in this industry...Rohan I just wanted you to understand how much you hurt Ryosuke. I didn't expect you to forgive him or anything, like you said he was trying to kill you."

He cleared his throat.

"I didn't actually cut off his hands. I just wrote that he was going to be out cold for an hour or two and this prevented him from being able to use his stand to harm you and me. I just said that to scare you."

"ROHAN!" You exclaimed, yanking his arm to drag him to his feet to look at you. "What even goes through your mind to think that was remotely okay?!"

"I thought you knew by now I like to see raw, unfiltered human emotion." He shrugged.

"Not everything is fucking material for your comics! Ugh, you drive me INSANE!" You cried out.

"Your friend Koichi said you weren't yourself. You haven't left the house in days." You stated.

"What’s it to him?" He muttered under his breath.

"That’s what friends do, Rohan."

"And? If it were true, how does it concern you in the slightest?" He snarked.

Your stomach churned slightly.

"Well, it's true."

"Maybe I’m just tired."

"That is such bullshit Rohan and you know it."

He scowled at you, then got up from where he was sat to take a good look at you.

"How bigheaded of you to assume I’m in this pitiful state because of you." He sneered.

"Oh, oh, oh! So you DO agree, you are in a pitiful state!" You exclaimed as you hopped around, pointing at him.

You could go for hours sparring verbally. You’re both like stubborn mules in that sense. But it was better to show you how you feel physically.

After a moment of silence and a death stare from Rohan, you let out a sigh.

You then draped your arms around Rohan's neck and slot your lips against his.

He froze against your move but quickly reciprocated your advance, settling his hands onto your waist and pulling you flush against him.

You’re sure you've kissed Rohan quite a few times. In the beginning, they were gentle and chaste and on your part.

Then on the cruise, the kisses you shared were full of unbridled and all-consuming lust.

This one was overwhelmingly emotional. As he tilted his head to get a better angle to kiss you more deeply, you wanted to cry.

He’d probably die before he apologised but you were on the same wavelength at this very moment.

His lips, his hands roaming your body, it was telling you how broken he was without you. How he felt as if life was at a standstill when there was a possibility you weren't coming back.

As he pulled away to catch his breath from the heated kiss, he swallowed thickly as he gazed into your eyes, taking in the beauty of your features. He gently brushed the hair out of your face.

"Never let me go." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his.

"I won't. For as long as I live." He responded, voice desperate and hoarse. Delving to steal another kiss from your swollen and wet lips.

In all honesty, Rohan hadn't felt this much genuine happiness and joy in a long time.

He was speeding down the winding roads, in his convertible. to have you by his side, laughing wildly and the wind in his hair was a moment of true bliss.

He began to slow down as he saw cars in the distance, and you quickly pecked his cheek catching him by surprise.

He rubbed his cheek in awe, as he gave you a gentle smile.

"Hey! Park over there!" You instructed and he obliged. You clambered out of the car to sit on the hood of the car.

"You scratch that and its coming out of your pocket." He warned as he peeked over the door.

"Loosen up." You giggled as you began to crawl on all fours to the window.

"Why don't you sketch me?" You said, quirking a brow. You regularly prompted Rohan to draw you every now and then.

Sometimes he followed through, but a majority of the time he would tell you off.

He pulled out a polaroid camera out of his satchel and got out of the car.

"Smile." He said, in a monotone.

"This is helping you!" You snapped as you began to pose as if you were in a photo shoot.

He shook the polaroid and leaned onto the car hood. You draped your arms around him and wrapped your legs around his torso, your chest flush against his back.

"I look real good, huh?”

You were a lot more chipper. It was due to being in such a honeymoon phase and more notably, you finally left the job of being his editor and were now able to pursue your own dreams.

Your future back then felt so bleak but now all the hope and beginning a new chapter with the man you adored with every fibre of your being illuminated the stormy darkness of your mind and heart.

"It hasn't even developed properly." Rohan muttered, squirming away from you as you tried to bite his ear lobe.

"Oh I know. But I know I look good."

He couldn't adjust to the merry laughs he gave now. He was so used to the snarky and smug ones, having genuine cheerful ones was out of his ball park.

He squeezed your thigh as a retaliation causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get going before the sun sets." He stated as he carried you piggyback off of the car hood.

"What’s the rush, you own the place!" You exclaimed.

"Wouldn’t hurt to be so early, and last thing i want is something weird to happen in these terrains." He said a little darkly.

"You’re so morbid." You snorted as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck.

"Comes with the occupation." He responded, quirking a brow.

You turned around in back seat to grab the map, then brandished out the huge, difficult thing.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" You questioned.

"Y/N please. I think I have an idea where a property I bought would be." Rohan stated, a little offended, lowering the map from your hands as he rolled his eyes.

"Sureeeee." You drawled out.

You tucked the map back where you plucked it from since you were useless with directions, then settled back into the passenger seat.

All of a sudden, you felt Rohan take the sides of your face with his hands and dragged you in for a slow, languid kiss.

It completely caught you off guard so you were extremely flustered not to mention feeling hot and bothered with the slightly obscene groaning he made against your mouth.

"W-what was that for?" You panted, trying to regain your composure, pupils dilated and head dizzy.

He just gave a triumphant smile.

"It's fun knowing I can do that more often."

author’s note: if you read this far thank u sm 🙏🏽 its kinda rushed so sorry for grammatical errors or spelling errors but its the fastest i put out a part two ehehe also i was kinda monologuing zown and its so dialogue heavy since i been binge watching scandal lately. anyways i would appreciate any requests for jojo characters😹 thank you again love u guise 💓 reblogs appreciated!!

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #jjba x reader #jjba x female reader #jjba fanfic #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #jjba x y/n #jojo x reader #jjba diu #kishibe rohan #rohan kishibe

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kapane-luyeshu · 7 months

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on the matter of kenshin's

you know something i really would have loved to see?

kenshins having their own personality and ways of interaction

imagine how this could be used for character purposes or even just comedy

shindou crying at some point and maestro pulls a big handkerchief from his big ol' kenshin-sized pocket just to give it to him and shindou first reaction is to get startled by him, but you can see Maestro is genuinely worried and trying to help only for him to immediately turn around, looking at other kenshin like he is saying "which one of you did this to him?" without actually saying any words, just gesturing, and the other kenshin cowering away or even dissipating in fear

or maybe nishiki saying something stupid and musashi bonking the boy's head with the back of his sword, or even giving him a head pat when he does a good job which makes nishiki very happy cus it kinda reminds him of someoka when tenma really wants to train/play he makes that one face with pleading eyes when suddenly pegasus appears by his side making the same kind of face and is so uncanny to see such a big, menacing-looking guy doing that, but it shows how avatar and kenshin are similar in nature. the image of tenma saying the famous "sakka yarouze!" and pegasus suddenly appearing while screaming his signature WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cus he is excited to play

maybe having lancelot refusing to obey tsurugi in one of those moments where he felt conflicted or in doubt, it would serve to show how it can be messy or even dangerous to not be in a good state of mind while trying to use a kenshin

shinsuke tries to reach something that is too high and Titanias summoning himself in the middle of nowhere just to gently pick it up for him and fade away immediately, which could happen anywhere outside of the field, imagine being in a library when someone suddenly invoques their jojo stand just to pic a book from the top shelf like O_O)??

i personally would love it if the kenshin were not able to speak, only able to communicate mentally with their avatars and make sounds such as the scream pegasus does everytime he is summoned, which would obligate them to emote a lot to show their own emotions, especially for kenshin that are more animal-based or have most of their faces covered such as lancelot or maestro.

i really want to draw that, i've been looking for an excuse to draw kenshin for a while and now I kinda have it fuck 〒▽〒

#inazuma eleven go #kenshin #whatever #ie #iego #ie go #ina11 #inazuma 11 #inazuma eleven

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hakugreenfinch · 10 days

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Iggy the Stray Dog - ch2 (2/2)

Author: Otsuichi

Original concept: Araki Hirohiko

Originally published: JOJO Magazine 2022 Spring

*** This is a fan translation made purely for entertainment. Please do not repost/reuse/etc without my permission and credit! ***

Note: Whew guess who's finally done with their thesis! I can't say how much faster I'll be able to post updates but as always, thank you for your patience and support! Chapter 3 will also be divided into two parts, the next two chapters are Long.

We narrowed down our search net to the direction Iggy made his escape in, coordinating with the team via the transceivers. Their plan was to corner him, attacking from both sides from some alleyways. I thought as I ran.

A dog with car wheels. The Stand itself wasn’t visible to regular people but the sand it was manipulating was without a doubt real. Apparently this Stand was able to collect and freely move around sand that had mass. The taxi driver had said that for the past half year, sand has been passing around Manhattan island – so much sand it even covered the skyscrapers in a haze. The source of it might have been Iggy’s Stand. The collected sand likely wandered off into the sky on the wind after it was abandoned.

Beyond the rusty, crooked fences the „project’s” mansions stood, that was where our team met up.

From the street running along the riverside, we heard the sound of a hard brake and the echo of a honk. A Boston Terrier crossed the road, ignoring the car.

„There he is! Get him!”, the Spaniard’s voice rang as he ran. He rushed across the road, showering in curses coming from the cars he had to stop. Before us, the Harlem river lay roughly 300 meters wide. The coast across from us was Wards Island. It had once served as a place to collect and dispose of the waste of Manhattan, but now it gave place to football fields, tennis courts and a caretaking institution for psychiatric patients.

Iggy was atop of a concrete pier installed on the coast. He was restlessly searching for a place to hide, watching us almost terrified. It seemed as if he had ran out of places to go when he escaped onto the pier reaching out to the river.

The men following the Spaniard’s lead gathered near the pier. Things were in the favour of the stray dog hunting team. It looked like Iggy was cornered in a dead-end.

I watched the team from the pier. The Spaniard held up his tranquilizer gun to aim. All he needed to do was to fire it. If it hit, the Boston Terrier would fall asleep immediately.

At the very end of the pier, Iggy stopped moving around. Did he give up? No, he didn’t. He stretched out, yawning. He seemed bored of playing around with humans. He lifted a hind leg, scratching his ear loudly, and he shook the flabs of his muzzle. It was a humorous look, not betraying any intelligence.

The Spaniard clicked his tongue. „It’s taking us for fools!”

I got a bad feeling. Just until a little ago, he seemed to be scared of the stray dog hunters, but now he acted like he had all the time in the world. Something was off.

The Spaniard aimed and pulled the trigger. In that moment, something strange occurred beneath his feet. The concrete pier slowly started sinking into Harlem river, and it wasn’t just the pier either. The foothold resting on the riverside lost its shape, crumbling as the water swallowed it.

„What’s going on?!” the team cried out in unison. I only realized when I got to them that what we were standing on wasn’t a pier made of concrete. It was hardened sand imitating a pier. It only held onto its form and stayed atop the water with great power without sinking because of the control Iggy had over it.

„We’re sinking! Run!”

The team fell into a state of fear, trying to get back onto shore, but we found ourselves unable to move just before we could. Our feet sank into the mix of sand and water and the more we struggled the deeper we got stuck.

Only the tip of the pier where Iggy stood kept its shape. He secured himself a place to watch the chaos among the men and stretched out. I had no idea where he kept it, but he took out some coffee flavoured chewing gum and bit down on it loudly – munch munch munch. It looked like he had fun watching humans in trouble.

The pier was crumbling, and we were left behind on top of the soft water-sand mixture. We couldn’t move in any direction. If I tried to pull out one leg, the other started sinking again as it held my body weight. I recognized this phenomenon. It was quicksand.

„Everyone, calm down! If you struggle you’ll only sink deeper!” I yelled. Quicksand is particles of sand, mud and clay mixed into water and saturating it. They also call it „bottomless swamp”. Due to its pseudoplastic fluid traits, it picks up vibrations and increases liquidity. The more one tries to escape it, the deeper they sink. „Keep your postures upright and stay still! If you don’t move you won’t sink! You mustn’t lean any direction! If you don’t stand up straight it will close up your respiratory tracks!”

The Spaniard, the rugby player and everyone else on the team stopped squirming around in response to my voice. That’s it, this was all. Quicksand has a high density, it is possible to basically float in it. If we only manage to calm down, we should be able to swim freely soon as Harlem river diffuses the sand. Iggy provided it with his Stand power and it was possible that he could maintain its quicksand state, but I knew that wouldn’t happen –

For I summoned my Stand.

„Magician’s Red!” I called out. That was the name of my Stand.

White vapour erupted from under my feet. The water mixed into the sand begun to evaporate with a noise from the heat. A shining red blinded my sight. It appeared as if it was born from flames. The shape of my soul, the guardian spirit accompanying me. Iggy’s Stand took the form of a dog with wheels, but mine’s was that of a human with the head of a bird of prey. His upper body was naked and toned, just like a man fighting in an arena. His skin was tan as copper. Down from his waist, he was burning bright with flames reminiscent of ruffled fur.

Iggy forgot about his chewing gum and stood up on all fours – he looked surprised.

„You can see it, right, Iggy? The form of Magician’s Red, appearing from flames and vapour. You’re not the only one here possessing special abilities.”

We Stand users move our Stands as if they were our own limbs. I had Magician’s Red take a single step forward. As his flame-covered feet touched the quicksand, the water evaporated from it, blowing off hot steam. The pest control team behind me probably had no idea what was going on.

Iggy lowered his body to guard himself. He shifted his posture forward, threateningly lifting up his behind. As if it was oozing from thin air, his Stand manifested, a giant dog equipped with wheels. This was the guardian by Iggy’s side.

I didn’t suppose he understood any human language, but I called out to him anyway.

„Wouldn’t you be nice and let us capture you? If I have to pin you down by force, we would just end up injuring each other. I don’t want to hurt you. Iggy, it would be dangerous to leave you alone in Manhattan. A scary man might come and try take you away.”

The man I met in Cairo...

He was searching the world for those with power, taking the freedom of their souls and making them his followers.

„I can grant you anything you wish. Coffee flavoured chewing gum, or a warm bed. So why don’t you surrender? We can guarantee your safety. A place with no illness or injury, the Speedwagon Foundation’s research facilities. Even if you get badly hurt, they can treat you with the most advanced medical technology.”

Even then, Iggy’s stance did not loosen. Of course it didn’t. As far as he’s concerned, I was no different from the stray dog hunting team. I had to capture him first.

„We’ll negotiate later. Go, Magician’s Red!” I yelled. Magician’s Red’s wrists are constantly wrapped in flames. These now swelled up with a red radiance. This ferocious, savage fire expanded the air with its extreme heat and extended into the entire area with a shock wave. Vapour blew up from the quicksand.

Magician’s Red’s fiery fists struck down, and swung out into Iggy’s direction in a gouging motion. The flames raced like a runaway locomotive, boiling the sand-water mixture into magmalike red-hot substance as it passed by.

„...?!” Iggy watched Magician’s Red in shock.

The sand grains melted where his attack had struck. The melted sand became glasslike, the grains surrounding it stuck to it and as the water cooled it down, it formed fragile, porous clumps. I wished it had more time to cool, but I had no choice at the moment. The water surrounding the magmalike straight path cooled and solidified it with a cracking noise.

Holding onto Magician’s Red, I pulled my feet out of the quicksand. I tried to stand on the solid, glasslike path and found it was more or less able to withhold my weight. I ran in Iggy’s direction. In some spots it cracked under my feet, but it didn’t pose a problem.

First, I had to get closer to Iggy. Magician’s Red was only able to move as far as a couple meters away from me. It changes from Stand to Stand how far they’re able to move away from their users. The stronger the Stand the smaller their range, the weaker it is the farther it can go. In the case of Magician’s Red, he could attack faraway objectives by releasing his flames, but to strike or make someone surrender by force he had to get closer.

I dashed across the foothold of melted quicksand, getting him just a little outside Magician’s Red’s range. Behind Iggy was Harlem river, he had nowhere to run to. He would probably face me with his own Stand, I speculated.

However, all of a sudden he relaxed his threatening posture. He threw a glance at me as if he just came to his senses, and exhaled sharply.

He lightly swept around with his front paw, to which countless grains of sand obscured my surroundings.

„Magician’s Red!” I yelled. He was within my range. My Stand’s bird head opened his beak wide, letting out a shriek worthy of a wicked beast as he swang his fist. The swirling sand vanished in his heat. My sight was clear again – but Iggy was no longer at the end of the pier. He disappeared. The tip of the pier crumbled, sinking into the river. It was proof that whoever had been controlling the sand was no longer here.

So he chose to escape, possibly jumped into Harlem river itself.

I looked over my surroundings, trying to find the Boston Terrier but saw nothing. He must have dived into the water. I waited to see if he was going to come to the surface for air, but he didn’t show up anywhere. There was a chance he figure out a way to stay underwater for a long time by manipulating sand, but this was nothing but speculation.

The river swept away all the sand, and the stray dog hunters had already swam back to shore. The excursion boats circling around Manhattan passed by at leasure a little farther away. The tourists on board stared at me standing on top of the water with wonder.

We all got back in our cars completely drenched and returned to the office. Neither the Spaniard nor the rugby player hid their resentment towards the Boston Terrier. As I was listening to their angry voices, I summoned Magician’s Red’s power just a little to dry my dripping clothes. Since they didn’t see my Stand, they must have been certain that I escaped the Boston Terrier by skillfully running atop the quicksand.

„I thought it was the second coming Moses, I was sure you parted the water and ran on top of it,” the Spaniard said as he patted my shoulder.

I informed them I would come again tomorrow, and left the office.

In the afternoon, I took the subway and went on a walk in Central Park. The giant park in the heart of Manhattan had a long, narrow shape that measures 4 kilometers from north to south and 0.8 kilometers from east to west. In the center of its eastern side stood the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and pinched between its western side and the road resided the American Museum of Natural History.

As I walked, breathing in the scent of the trees, a group of small dogs was lurking in the bushes. None of them wore collars. They probably lived in the park, snatching whatever people eating sandwiches on the benches dropped.

Stray dogs, or wild dogs as some called them, could be seen a lot less frequently in the urban districts. If the city was further developped, there would probably be even less of them. Unvaccinated, they posed a threat to humans – people infected with rabies could rarely be saved. Not to mention that even now, stray dogs were attacking and mauling people to death all over the world. If one were to think about human lives, their numbers had to be decreased.

If Iggy were to prioritize the happiness of these stray dogs above all else, he could become their king and take them to a resting place free of human involvement. Just like the prophet Moses from the Bible.

But in reality, Iggy was likely not doing that. He prioritized nothing but his own survival and living in freedom. He had avoided the battle with Magician’s Red and fled the scene because he had not been willing to fight.

I sat down on a bench next to a pond. The bench was lightly covered in sand. I wiped it down, pale yellow grains sticking to my hand. It reminded me of the deserts of my homeland Egypt. The red-hot sun, the endless hills of sand, the rising heat haze...

I pulled out my tarot pack. I used it for fortune telling. I shuffled the cards, calling Iggy’s Stand to mind. A Stand needs a name. In my case, I used the tarot to give mind a name. „Magician’s Red” came from „The Magician”, the first card of the Major Arcana. What tarot card would symbolize Iggy’s Stand?

A dog with wheels. Feathers resembling the Native American’s. Controlling sand, toying with humans, protecting Iggy.

I pulled a single card while keeping all that in mind. The number on the card was 0. The number zero card of the Major Arcana, „The Fool”. Its meanings in upright position are freedom, not fitting the mould, simple-mindedness, genuineness, naïveté, probability, imagination, a genius.

The Fool’s card had the image of a man on it walking with a wooden stick. He wore tattered clothing and a small package hang at the end of his stick. Depending on the tarot deck, there are cases where the figure of a jester is drawn on this card, they even say it originated from the joker of playing cards. The Fool card is also famous for usually having a dog drawn in its corner.

„The Fool”. That shall be the name of his Stand.

#野良犬イギー #iggy the stray dog #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stardust crusaders #my translation

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peptothesi · 2 years

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The JoJo’s reacting to being serenaded

(as in you standing outside their house with music and a rose in your mouth that kinda thing- and to those who are going to say “oh I can’t sing!” shush in this you can-)

Scenario

He woke up in the middle of the night to a sound of a singing. He thought it might have been a maid or something but it sounded like it was coming outside the house. He’s a curious fella and he couldn’t help but peak through his curtains.

Jonathan

🐶 He gasped when he saw you outside in the dead of night with a rose non the less!

🐶 Oh my-

🐶 He’s not used to this kind of attention.

🐶 He thinks he should be the one doing this and not you because he’s a gentleman.

🐶 But you couldn’t care less and honestly neither could he at this time (soak it up my boy you deserve the best-)

🐶 Flustered to the max.

🐶 He swings open his windows and just smiles at you with such love and just listens to you, possibly humming along.

🐶 He will invite you inside and offer you a hot drink.

🐶 Gets a bit teary eyed and gives you so much love in return.

🐶 He scolds you a bit for being out so late on your own and in the cold no less.

🐶 But honestly don’t take it to heart cause he’s stuttering over his words and his blush isn’t going away anytime soon-

🐶 But he’s not mad though he’s just looking out for you.

🐶 10/10 best boy would serenade again just to see him all blushy and lovestruck

🐶 “Y/N!! Oh my that was beautiful my darling. You didn’t have to go to such lengths for me, I have to admit you did surprise me and it was quite the gesture I must say. I loved it my love thank you 🥰”

Jospeh

✈️ Don’t do it.

✈️ His ego will inflate like a fucking balloon.

✈️ Same like Jonathan he will gasp, a little oh my god too cause it’s him-

✈️ He would sing along with you and get a noise complaint from the neighbours.

✈️ Nah I think he’d love this honestly he is a romantic after all surprisingly.

✈️ I’m mean at first he’d be pissed like who the fuck is singing at this hour in the night.

✈️ He swings open his windows and sees that it’s you and doesn’t care anymore cause he’s being serenaded by his s/o 🥰

✈️ Will brag to Caesar the next morning.

✈️ After the song he’ll send you on your way after blowing a kiss, inviting you inside would ruin the magical moment.

✈️ But he makes up for it next time he sees you with plenty of love.

✈️ Genuinely I think he’d be so lovestruck if you did this though, just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not a hopeless romantic.

✈️ My guy had sweet dreams when he went to sleep.

✈️ 7/10 ego inflated but still quite cute.

✈️ “oh my god what is that noise? It’s coming from outside?! I swear to god I’m going to- OI DO YOU KNOW WHAT- OH MY GOD!”

Jotaro

🐬 Pointless.

🐬 My guy went on a 50 day trip with 4 other dudes and 2 of them snored.

🐬 My dude has the ear plugs 3000 he’s equipped.

🐬 He also snores but that’s not the issue here-

🐬 What I’m saying is you can sing as loud as you want but he is not budging.

🐬 He’s sleep deprived from carrying the stardust crusaders so he’s going to be unconscious for a while.

🐬 Dude sleeps like a log you couldn’t wake him if you tried.

🐬 Best scenario is Holly hears you and passes on a message and a mixtape to her son instead and she most likely takes a photo and gives it to Jotaro as well.

🐬 I mean it’s not what you were expecting and trust me neither was Holly but you gave Holly the rose and apologised for the disruption and went home.

🐬 Holly thought it was so cute and happily passed it on and told her father and mother about your visit as well.

🐬 As for Jotaro he was surprised and found it cheesy in a stupid and slightly cute way.

🐬 Next day at school he got star platinum to smack you across the head for doing it but star kissed it better.

🐬 He’s used to acts of love and stuff but this is new, annoying but it’s a change which is ok.

🐬 He listened to it and he likes it, it’s his taste of music but you managed to put your own twist on it, it’s relaxing in a way to him.

🐬 He keeps the mixtape and picture in a box and hides it.

🐬 Says he burned it but really didn’t, one of his prized possessions.

🐬 6/10 didn’t go as planned but very cute non the less.

🐬 “Morning bitch, they what? Yare Yare that son of a- *at school* Oi, I got the tape, it’s decent.”

Josuke

💛 Bro if you think Joseph was a hopeless romantic meet Josuke.

💛 My dude has been waiting for this his whole life.

💛 He was going to do this but you beat him to it but who’s he to complain.

💛 Thank god he was pulling an all nighter and his hair was still intact.

💛 If you play prince he will fall in love this is not a saying it is a threat.

💛 He will gush so fucking hard over this and he will tell his mom because his mom is like him a romantic.

💛 He’s so happy it’s so cute he doesn’t even give a fuck about the neighbours I can just see him with a big smile on his face rn writing this.

💛 Invites you in and SHOWERS you in kisses and love and affection and demands you sleep over.

💛 He’s not letting go for the rest of the night, he needs to let his love out now while it’s fresh.

💛 10/10 I’m biased and I would do this for him every night if he asked me to-

💛 “ BABE! You’re so cute! Get in here so I can give you a kiss!”

Giorno

🐸 He’s serenaded you planting of times on the piano so it’s only right.

🐸 Low key worried of you both getting caught, abbachio will fucking whoop both of your asses-

🐸 He’s just living in the moment and enjoying your talent.

🐸 He appreciates you so much.

🐸 He cuts it short to reel you inside cause he’s worried that you’ll get caught.

🐸 Gives you so many kisses.

🐸 Clings to you in bed I mean it’s too late to go to your own bed so just stay in his (:

🐸 6/10 cause it’s short but it’s sweet and I’m tired so yeah

🐸 “Thank you amore mio that was beautiful I’m afraid it’s too late to go back to your room so stay with me tonight, being in each other’s arms is always so nice”

Sorry if this is shit but I’m tired and I wanted to get this done cause it’s so cute I love this kinda thing

#female y/n #giorno x reader #gn y/n #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jotaro x reader #male y/n #happy pride month

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kakyoinswifey · 2 years

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I had the concept of time travel thanks to my friend's fic @needy-self-ship-jjba, go read it too<3 i hope this went out as good as hers. oh, and yes. i was sleepy and that's why the end is so abrupt.

BACK TO YOU — KUJO JOTARO x FEM!READER

He had only been distracted for a second. One damn second, and suddenly everything went black. Dark. Lonely.

Perhaps it was because his mind really wasn't responding as it should. He could only remember the last time he had seen you, involved in an argument like those that became more and more often. Jotaro hated fighting with you with all his might. Especially when, now, with all his responsibilities, he could spend so little time with you. The work of Marine Biologist, his studies, the thesis, the search for the stands users, the arrow, being a father and a husband... It was all overwhelming him so much, and he knew you were too. You had your own dreams and goals to fulfill, and despite having your little joy embodied in a 6-year-old girl with green eyes and black hair, you also felt the tiredness of loneliness. You didn't blame him for his absence, you understood the reasons, but you simply wanted more of your husband for yourself.

And talking with tiredness and exhaustion was not a good idea. Unfortunately, you two found out from experience.

His eyes became less heavy when he managed to discover a distant light, so he opened them to contemplate the new panorama of the last fight. The booth user did not seem to be very aware of his stand's capacity, it looked like he had been hit by the arrow recently and that was generally good for Kujo. Except for this one little simply thing.

The first thing his aquamarine eyes met was your innocent and (E/C) gaze.

"Good fucking grief. What did I do now?" He thought. At first he thought he had been irrationally transported home. But there was something curious. This woman in front of him was not his wife. Not yet.

He remembered it perfectly well. How your hair looked when he met you, how your face still showed that you were a teenager despite turning 17, the clothes you wore and the style you had at that age.

"Sorry, are you okay?" You asked him, not understanding what a man lying on the sidewalk was doing. Even now, knowing your fully mature voice, it felt strange to hear again. It was like meeting you again. His hand unconsciously traveled to his hat, adjusting it to process what was happening. "Yes." His voice sounded dry. Rough, how you didn't like being talked to. "I guess I lost consciousness for a moment."This time his voice was kinder, and the sparkle in his eyes made you forget his first response.

"It's strange for someone younger to say it, but you should be careful... Sir. Sorry to ask, have we met?" It was strange hearing you call him 'sir', I was very used to your voice muttering his nickname or saying his own name. 'Jotaro' would be his favorite word only if you were the one saying it. "Jojo, I missed you so much" or "Jolyne and I are happy to see you again, Jotaro".

He even missed hearing you scold him for not taking more care of himself. "I've told you more than once not to drink coffee this late, Kujo."

Despite how much he loved you and always had you in mind, it felt strange this time.

"I don't think so. The name's Jotaro, you can call me like that." The girl in front of him smiled confidently. You were so open and friendly even before meeting him, Jotaro just smiled at this younger version of you. "My name's (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Jotaro."

You extended your hand to him, small compared to his, so that he was fully incorporated. "What were you doing?" You asked worried. "It doesn't seem like fun to pass out out of the blue." Jotaro chuckled. Curious will be always a word to describe you.

"I'm a little tired, that's all." You looked directly into his eyes, almost reading him. It was something you did even in the present. "Your job? You don't look too old either, you shouldn't feel so overwhelmed. I'm a good listener, if you want to talk."

"I'm 28, I'm certainly older than you, brat." He said to annoy you, and he managed it without seeing your indignant eyes accusing him. "I was joking. I know how good you can be with people." Your gaze only sharpened. You were young, it was true, and perhaps naive too. But why did you feel comfortable talking to this man in front of you? There was something in your chest that felt calm upon seeing it. As if you have been waiting to meet him for a long time. "How?" You inquired. The man named Jotaro didn't seem to think much of it either. "I feel it."

Silence crept between you, but you didn't feel uncomfortable, it was time to let him tell you his problems. You really hoped that he would, but you started to think it over. Why would someone 11 years older than you tell a girl about their problems? And yet he spoke again.

"I can control my work. It's tiring, but I enjoy it. But it takes me away from the ones I love the most." His voice trailed off as he spoke the last words. It was embarrassing to admit it in front of you, when you were so young. It might even change your mind about marrying him in the future. "Who?" You asked again. Jotaro clenched the hand he had hidden a few seconds before in his pants pocket. "My wife. She and my daughter get the worst of my lack of time."

You felt bad listening to it. Your heart sank for a second at the thought of how this family must feel. "Have you discussed this with her?" Your tone was soft enough to force him to keep talking. Even if it wasn't your intention. "Yes. But even if we talk about it, I'm afraid that at some point she might feel so alone that she decides we should part. The only reason I can go on it's because I know she is waiting for me when I come back. Even when I'm not the best at saying what I feel, she knows that I love her. She is the only one who knows exactly how I feel, always. I can't imagine my life without her."

"You could tell her that. That perhaps you know too well that she understands your duties and that she knows you love her that you felt you didn't need to remind her, even if you were wrong. But it is true that everyone, at some point, needs to know that we are loved. Even if you don't spend much time with them, what little you can share, fill them with love. Actions are usually more important than words, but when you don't have time, both are just as valid."

Kujo loved you so much for that. Because you understood, even when you didn't know his true motives now, or if you knew in the future, you were the most understanding. He felt like an idiot for having minimized your feelings so recently.

"My wife is an amazing woman. She is so loving and understanding, even so smart when she talks to me, even if I don't deserve it." He was unconsciously talking about yourself at the time, but you were unaware of that.

"If I were ever to fall in love, I wish the man I married would talk about me like you talk about your wife." You confessed somewhat blushing, thinking out loud about your romantic nonsense. Jotaro smiled at the irony. "I'm sure he will."

A little beep scared you. It came from the watch on the man's hand. Silence crept in again and you counted the sounds. One, two, three, four. Four! Was it so late already?

"Oh, crap. My mom will kill me. I was supposed to be home half an hour ago!" You started to get alarmed. You made sure you had all your things with you and when you were completely sure, you smiled sheepishly at the man. Kujo smiled back at you. "I guess it's goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Jotaro." You said goodbye, stretching out your hand to him. The man smiled at your spontaneity and took your hand as well.

You just thought in your whirling head that maybe, if this was the last time you'd see him, you might as well say goodbye. You took a small jump—necessary, because of the difference in height, to give him a kiss on the cheek before running in the opposite direction. Jotaro smiled at how daring you were, even when you were just a 'brat'.

"What a day." You whispered when you reached his side, catching him off guard. "(Y/N)?" She whispered, turning to see you. Now yes, his wife was standing in front of him. The pretty gold ring adorned your ring finger, the latest haircut showed off your older and equally beautiful face. His wife was in front of him again. "Who else do you think just kicked this enemy's ass and saved you?" You said unironically. Your wide mouth was also one of your charms for him.

The brunette's big hands came up to your face before leaning completely on you. It was even your own scent that told him there was no one else for him. You were the only home for him, and he always wanted to show that that would never change, not even by distance.

"I love you. As long as you exist, I, Jotaro Kujo, will always have a place to go back to. Always."

#jjba x reader #jjba #jjba stardust crusaders #jotaro x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro x you #jjba jotaro #jojo #jotaro part 4 #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x y/n

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i-didnt-do-1t · 9 months

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@whistlingstarlight pierogi story! I love this lil cat so much ty for creating him and asking me to write about it! I hope this was okay!!

“I need you to sit down an’ close your eyes.”

JoJo really should’ve been expecting Elmer to make a point of standing up at the request but sometimes even he was still surprised at the lengths Elmer would go to to be awkward about things.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared JoJo down.“Why?”

“Cause’ I told you to?”

“You tell a lotta people a lotta things huh?”

“No? Sit down.”

This time he rolled up onto his tips toes, making use of that extra inch or two of height over JoJo as an advantage as he stared down at him. “Why?”

“Cause’ I got you a present.”

Elmer’s feet flattened immediately to the floor.

He stared at JoJo now that they were eye to eye again, with an odd kind of uncertainty JoJo didn’t see him wear often.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. And JoJo stood waiting patiently till he found the words.

“You got me a present?”

“Yeah. Your birthdays comin’ up in a coupla months right? Just think of it as a real early birthday present.”

Elmer’s eyes seemed to get even wider somehow.

“I don’t- I mean, I never get presents. We ain’t got enough money for em’ so if my folks buy somethin’ for one of us the whole rest of us miss out, so it ain’t fair they says-“

He was rambling so JoJo took it upon himself to grab him by the shoulders and bodily shove him till he sat down on the bed when the frame hit the backs on his knees.

“Close your eyes.” JoJo instructed again and for the first time, Elmer listened, and did as he asked without question.

JoJo almost would’ve found it weird how easy Elmer was listening if his hands weren’t still moving a mile a minute where they were rested on his lap and tapping out random rhythms in between the moments he picked at his nails.

“Give me two seconds to go get it okay? No peaking.”

“I ain’t gonna peak.”

JoJo didn’t belive that for a second but Elmer’s word had to be enough.

It was when he turned around to leave the room and grab the box he’d left in the hall, beat up and covered in marks he couldn’t quite place name to, which started making a cacophony of noise at the sound his footsteps, that Elmer’s voice stopped him in the doorway, just before he stepped out.

“JoJo.” His voice was quiet in a way Elmer never was, vulnerable in a way JoJo knew he hated, the way he spoke sometimes when it was the middle of the night and the two of them were the only ones left up. “You ain’t playin’ a joke on me right?”

“Course not.”

“You sure? Is’ just- sometime’s my older brothers would, y’know, play jokes on me.”

JoJo frowned at the admittance, because that wasn’t something Elmer would usually confess, not if he wasn’t laughing about it. And JoJo wasn’t sure what to say, couldn’t compare it to anything he experienced really, couldn’t say he understood because Elmer was the closest thing he had to a sibling, so he just shook his head before realising that Elmer’s eyes were still closed.

“Promise I ain’t playing a joke. You’s gonna love it.”

Elmer paused for a moment and JoJo watched as the top of his brow furrowed before he found an answer.

“Okay.” And the confidence sounded fake now but JoJo wasn’t going to comment on it. “I trust you. I better be impressed.”

JoJo smiled, usually he’d be concerned about raising someone’s expectations too high and disappointing them, even if Elmer would never admit he was disappointed, but this time he knew that his gift was, in fact, perfect.

The cat he’d found routing around in the bin out back at Jacobi’s reminded him of Elmer in a lot of ways over the past few hours he’d been with it. He couldn’t quite pin down, how, but it did.

A cat was one of those things that Elmer talked about once or twice those nights when they were the last ones awake, something said so quietly sometimes JoJo could barely pick it up through his half asleep haze. Sometimes, he thought Elmer sounded real like Jack talking about Sante Fe on the real rare occasion he decided to bring it up, this little hypothetical pet of his own, some soft little creature that would curl up next to him.

Whether or not the cat staring back at him with murder in it’s eyes was soft to the touch or the type to curl up next to anyone, JoJo wasn’t sure, but he knew Elmer would appreciate it all the same.

He closed the top of the box over again, avoiding the swiped paw at his hand and held the box at an arms distance away from him as he re-entered the bunk room.

Elmer was still sat where he left him, hands tapping mindlessly against his knees, eyes shut.

“You still there Jo’?”

“M’here.” He held the box a little higher to account for all the weight suddenly tipping to once side. “Put your hands out.”

Elmer frowned, but warily put his hands out.

JoJo was glad for finally being able to hand the box over, the threat of claws thankfully being literally out of his hands for the time being.

He almost felt bad about catching the cat after keeping it in a box the last few hours but really, he told himself, it shouldn’t have let itself be bribed with the scraps of JoJo’s lunch.

Frankly, JoJo wouldn’t be dumb enough to crawl into a box no matter how hungry he was.

Elmer settled the box on his knees, and the yowling was loud now, loud enough that Elmer’s expression was trying to work out what the hell it was, loud enough that it seemed to be getting real difficult to keep his eyes closed.

“You can open em’!” JoJo said.

And Elmer did, gaze directed at the box which had finally given into the cats claws as it’s paw reached through a gap between the top folded flaps.

Elmer stared open mouthed, at the cat for a few seconds, then at JoJo, then back to the cat that had fought it’s way through the rest of the cardboard.

Elmer’s eyes looked shiny. JoJo didn’t comment on it, unable to keep away the grin he felt pulling at the corners of his lips.

“You bought me a cat!”

“Well, I found you a cat!”

Elmer beamed, reaching a hand down to pat at it’s head despite the fact it ducked away and swiped a paw.

“I know it looks a little…” it looked a lotta things, and none of them good- “ugly. But-“

“He’s perfect! He’s so cute!”

JoJo opened his mouth again to argue, but decided to let the comment settle and instead direct his full attention the way Elmer reached into the box and scooped the cat out with one hand, staring at it in wonder, and then back to JoJo.

“You’re the best JoJo, y’know that?”

JoJo felt himself flush, looked away but his cheeks were starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling.

“What’re you gonna name it?”

Elmer’s eyebrows creased in thought and he turned the cat, who had somehow went limp in his grip and just let himself hang there, until they were face to face.

“Pierogi. I’m gonna call him Pierogi.”

#newsies #jojo #Elmer

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silvernyxchariot · 1 year

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Formaggio is currently my emotional support hitman. So, have a rant.

The synopsis is that no one appreciates this character and it makes me sad. Formaggio, come pick me up; I hate it here./j

Out of La Squadra, Formaggio's generally not my favorite, but as a La Squadra whore, I'll make an effort to appreciate my boys.

My initial impression of Formaggio and the majority of La Squadra was... non-existent. I paid attention to Giorno, Bucciarati's group, and subsequently Narancia during this fight. But if I had to come up with something for Formaggio, the only thing that stood out to me was Little Feet. After part 3 and 4, finally, someone had to have the ability to shrink. It's such a simple and convenient ability to have, both on the battlefield and on the daily.

Lock yourself out of your house? Shrink and crawl under the door. Have a lot to carry or something incredibly heavy to carry up a flight of stairs, like a car or a 5 ft x 6 ft paining (don't ask)? Shrink it down to size and put it in your pocket. Or maybe carry a couple of grenades and automatic rifles and wear them like a braclet until you're ready to use them... No one's gonna know. They're gonna know. No one's going to know./ref

The more I made La Squadra a part of my personality, the more I realized, "Fuck yeah, I would appreciate a homie like Formaggio." He may look like an annoying punk (like 99% of my classmates) but he's adaptable and clever. During his first conversation with Narancia, it sounded like Formaggio was just rambling and making jokes, but every sentence was a transition to get information or a reaction from Narancia.

Vol. 2 VA, chp 31:

(To Narancia) "Word is, Polpo died last night. Then, all of a sudden, Bucciarati, Fugo, Abbacchio, and Mista all went into hiding They're not anywhere. I finally found you, though, Narancia. Do you know where they are and why they disappeared?"

"Did you hear about Polpo's body? . . . They can't figure figure out how to cram his fat ass into the furnace. Ha ha ha! They're going to have to cut him into tiny pieces to get him in!"

"Why didn't your crew show up at the capo's funeral?! Answer me, Narancia! If I can't tail you then I'll make you tell me everything!

Baby boy, if you'd stayed quiet and patient, you might have been able to follow Narancia to the vineyard without interruption.

He also has an unnecessary amount of knowledge on mosquitoes and arachnids.

Vol 3 VA, chp 34

"Mosquitoes can sense the carbon dioxide animals exhale. . . That's what's happening here. Aerosmith is seeking out my carbon dioxide!"

The only thing I needed to know was that mosquitoes are little menaces that help transfer diseases and need to be smacked out of existence. I didn't want to know this extra CO² info, but thanks, I guess./s Did I want to read about spiders' digestive fluids killing their prey from the inside out on a random Tuesday night? No, not at all. But here we are. u.u

When the brainrot got worse, the anime and manga yielded superficial results. So, I'm glad the JoJo World Event gave us a bit more. In a Twitter translation of the La Squadra info, Formaggio was described as an insightful opportunist and aware of his comrades' deficits (condensed from image below). Good, because I'm going to need my emotional support hitman now. 🫴/lh

Not gonna lie, Formaggio gave me "annoying jock" vibes initially when I took everything that I've mentioned into consideration. But seeing that he does pay more attention to others than they believe is somewhat... hmmm, comforting. In all earnesty, I would trust Formaggio to be a good judge of character or a human lie detector.

This part's not important, but I don't like the majority of his design. In the manga, he's given orange hair, and while I understand his name means "cheese," the grey in the anime helps bring contrast from the rest of his outfit that focuses on a red top and brown pants.

Like his Stand, he's very unassuming, but there's this slow burn effect that endeared this character to me. Formaggio still isn't my favorite among La Squadra, but I think about him a lot sometimes. u.u

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#anime #jjba #la squadra #manga #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventures vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #jjba formaggio #formaggio jjba #jjba vento auero #jojo's bizarre adventure

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sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months

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Joseph Joestar x Reader

Joseph Joestar

If you take away all the flaws then this man is the best jojo. You like dumb himbos who will wear a crop top even in the coldest of weather. You tend to quote "your next line is" until you get punched in the face (by friends or bystanders is up for debate). You may also have a thing for caesar salad. Unfortunately this man is also a raging racist and a Nazi sympathizer so he loses some points.

First Date:

You meet at the Speedwagon foundation (while Caesar is still alive). The Italian man had begun to flirt with you, causing jojo to have a jealous meltdown. If this manchild is not the center of attention then he will make himself known. He takes his clackers and tosses them at the blondes head, causing him to fall unconscious.

He then stands in front of you "Oi, I didn't know that there was an angel so far away from Heaven." You begin to blush only for him to raise a brassier ad and ask you if "those are real." You pimp slap him causing Joseph to lose a tooth. "I guess I really am bad with women. Let me try something else." He then got an idea and pulled out a coca cola bottle from his pocket. "Want to see a magic trick?"

Caesar has just woken up with a throbbing headache. "Momma mia, what's going on...?" Joseph uses his hamon to cause the lid to fly off the bottle. It zooms past your head and then somehow reaches the formally unconious man, hitting him square in the face. K.O. He's not waking up anytime soon. You agree to one date as long as jojo promises to leave you alone afterwards.

You are both sitting at a fancy restaurant. Joseph had ordered squid ink pasta while you had some Risotto. The man had insisted on something called McDonald's until he remembered that he was banned from that establishment after waving around a Tommy gun. He took this chance to get your attention and flung some noodles into another patrons glass.

You weren't impressed. Joseph then decided to break the ice. "The French are very cultured you know. They have this thing called menage e trois." You choked on your food. You could not believe that he was doing this. You told him you were a firm believer in monogany but he began to protest. "C'mon it's not like anyone will find out, I'm going out with multiple other girls right now!"

You threw your drink at him in disgust. "Pig!" You then ran out of the restaurant. "Who needs her? I'll just go find myself a Japanese wom-" Suddenly the room feels very cold. It was none other than the patron who's drink he had ruined earlier. He slowly turned around. "Lisa Lisa?" He had no idea that he mentor would be here. "I think you mean mother." His brain stopped functioning. "Wait, what?"

"I see how I have failed you as a parent and now I must punish you." She then bent Joseph over her knee and began to spank him. Screaming was heard through out the whole town well into the next morning. Eventually the sound found Caesar but instead of waking him up it only gave him the most pleasant dream of his life.

#shitpost #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #cursed #jojo #jojo kimyou na bouken #battle tendency #jojo part 2 #jjba

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bigmack2go · 4 months

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I dont like the headcannon of davey being jewish.

Why? I am glad you asked!

Now listen dont get me wrong here!

Representation is so important especially for religions because in that department even the most popular ones r being bullied these days and then that religion isnt just any but the most hated one in history. The religion that was blamed for practically anything bad that has happened in the last 500-1000 years. In ww|| children didn’t even know this WAS a religion. In Germany they were taught that the word “jew” stood for a monster, like the wird rabbit stands for an animal. Idk if this makes sense but they LITTERALLY didn’t know any better which i personally find makes it worse. The ppl KNEW that they were wrong, and that they couldn’t convince poursouled children of anything unless they made up lies. The thing those children hated was justified. Anyone would hate a monster that only brings evil upon us. But they conected it to a name that describes something else.(the movie jojo rabit brings this accross extremely well and truthfull! It’s available on netflix and i think on prime!) And thats the problem. They knew they were wrong but they needed someone to blame for their own failures and problems. ANd WhO bEtTeR tHaN tHe OnEs ThAt HaVe BeeN aT bLamE fOr ThE pAsT 700 YeaRs???

This began with the germanians spreading Christianity around Europe when jews were still a majority. It was generally a seen as a sin to get along with a Christian, and as we all know in the middle age there have been some babaric events towarts (but also by) religious ppl.

In thirteen-sixty-something the thing got to a whole new level when in (i think it was italy but idk) a fountain was moisted with bacteria and brought back black plague for a lot of people, which obviously got word all around the world quickly. And with that obviously also rumours. The thing is that those rumors were LOADED.

Thats how the hatred toward jews specifically began. People thought they were witches that poisoned their food causing them all to get sick.

(Sry i didnt mean for this to turn into a history lesson hahaha)

So yeah. Representation is so important and I totally stand behind that!

That being said however i genuinely don’t like it with Davey and here’s why:

Im have no problem with the headcannon itself and obv not with people having thah headcannon. What bucks me is how that came to be.

It just feels sooo cliche taking the one character named david jacobs and saying he’s jewish.

I mean

Seriously

David jacobs

David. Jacobs.

David and jacob (lemme guess his sisters name is sarah hAHa- oh wait-)

Like it might be just me but that’s loaded with stereotype.

This might sound weird and/or mean but i genuinely get the feeling, the only reason ppl hc him as jewish is his name.

On top of that theres the fact that i generally just feel like its forced at this point. Again. I stand for representation with everything in me. but people just decided (rather than felt/knew) they needed to represent jewish folks and picked out ONE (1) (s i n g u l a r) character (LITTERALLY NAMED DAVID JACOBS!! Idk if u can tell but im getting rly worked up abt this)and said his family is jewish.

(Then if course theres the fact that i cant deal with the fact that he would have been killed at least in wa|| if not earlier due to being an non-arian jew but he prolly would be killed in one of the worldwars anyway so thats not much of an argument lol)

THATS IT! TYSM if u read this completely!

I also wanna take the opportunity to compell everyone to support palestina!!!!! I’ll put some links down below!

As a Christian i am lucky enough to not be bothered with shit by people i cant deal with but not everyone has that! So here’s just a gerneral reminder to educate and support people of any minority!!!

I will put some links so u can read up about the history of discrimination towards religion and jews!⬇️⬇️

1 Wikipedia article generally summarising antisemit!sm

2 definition

3 antisemit!sm+ history of rivalry between Christianity & Judaism

4 on discrimination and hate/ harassment towards religions in school and workplaces

5 discrimination WITHIN religion

6 some facts

7 using religion as an excuse to BE descriminating

8 read about judaism as a religion, rules and beliefs

#reminder that i have no clue is the numbers here are correct!#i dont mean to spread misinformation!#im just telling of my mind what i remember from history lessons!!#anyway this turned into a historry lesson and i didnt plan on that lol #feel free to correct me #i will cladly change this to fit accuracy!!#also this isn’t me telling you that your hc’s are wrong #its just something i wanted to say #newsies #newsie strike #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #david #davey #davey jacobs #david jacobs

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Hello! I saw you added new threads in the matchup and I just loved it!! Can you add a mini fic, first date and wedding with my matchup with Joot that you did?

I think I need this a lot, after stone ocean lmao.

Hi dear!!! I am so glad I added this little bit to my matchups because I thought it would be great for people who have already done one, so of course I was happy to do this for you!!!! I'm glad you liked this idea too! Also, I totally get you, stone ocean has been a journey. i have already read it, but they didnt need to hit me that hard for a second time!!

MINI FIC

"Are you sure, y/n?" Your best friend whined, her arms going limp.

"I'm sure," you giggled, hoping to get out of the conversation quickly. "I already told you that I'm not a huge fan of parties."

"Oh, come on," she sighed. "It's going to be really fun, I promise! Plus there will be a lot of cute guyyysss.~~~"

You rolled your eyes. You haven't exactly told her that you and Jotaro were in a relationship together. I mean, sure you and him mysteriously disappeared to Egypt for a while, but she didn't have to know that. If anyone knew, they would be on your ass about it. Jotaro was known as this hot hunk of a guy around your school and the last thing you wanted those girls who claimed to be head over heels with him to know is that Jotaro loved you. You would be dead for sure.

"Sorry. I'm just a little tired, that's all. You have fun though, alright?"

"Fiiiineeee. Whatever you say, y/n. Have fun doing absolutely nothing." She giggled and ran off, leaving you with a sigh of relief.

She didn't have a clue, but you were heading over to Jotaro's house for the evening. Holly asked if you wanted to stay for dinner sometime and you were hoping to just hang out with your boyfriend for a while. Plus, how could you deny Holly's cooking?

"Oh my goodness!! y/n, you look so beautiful!!" Holly pulled you into her arms. She always smelled really good. Like vanilla and comfort.

"Hey, y/n." Jotaro rubbed the back of his neck, seeing that his mother was already smothering you.

"Hey Jojo." You smiled and managed to get away from Holly, pulling Jotaro into a short hug. You noticed that the bruises from his fight with DIO were healing up nicely. He was so strong.

"I'm so glad you could join us for dinner." Holly sounded really happy to see you. I mean, you did end up being a big factor in saving her life and dating her son, so you thought it was nice of her to repay the favor in any way she could.

"Thanks for inviting me, Mrs. Kujo. It's always a pleasure."

"Please, call me Holly, dear. Now dinner should be ready in the next half an hour, so I'll call you to the dining room when it's time."

"Thanks mom." Jotaro smiled at his mother kindly. You were so glad that he changed from that asshole he was before to the man he was now. Especially with how he treated his mother. You loved him for that.

Jotaro quickly grabbed your hand and led you to his room. He quickly gave you a pec on the lips and turned on the TV just putting in something simple before dinner.

"How have you been, y/n?" Jotaro pulled you into his arms and you cuddled close.

"I've been good. You?" You looked up at his beautiful eyes and he just kept you close.

"I've been good." He went silent for a moment, but rested his chin on the top of your head. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I love you too." You placed a kiss on his jaw and he smiled.

You loved Jotaro Kujo.

FIRST DATE

"I really hope this isn't bad timing," Jotaro came up to you, rubbing the back of his neck. You were sitting in the dining area of the hotel you were staying at, just reading some magazine. "But uh... do you wanna go on a date or something?"His voice trailed off at the end, but you could still hear him crystal clear.

"Are you serious, Jotaro?" Your tone definitely reflected how surprised you were.

"Y-Yeah. I mean, we have some off time and I don't think there's another stand user around here, so a lunch or something wouldn't hurt, right?"

You didn't mean to giggle, but this was the first time you had ever seen Jotaro this nervous. Not even in battle with deadly enemies did he look like this. "I don't mean to laugh, Jotaro. It's just odd to see you so nervous."

"Sh-Shut up. Just answer the question, y/n."

"Of course I will, Jojo."

You stood up and put down the magazine, grabbing Jotaro's hand.

He quickly led you to some small restaurant, nothing crazy, just local. Food was there, and honestly, that's all you needed. That, and Jotaro. He must've noticed how hard you were crushing. Unless he beat you to that.

You didn't want to think about it too hard, so you just sat down and ordered your food.

Nothing was awkward between the two of you... just... quiet.

"So..." you finally broke the silence, playing with a fork while you waited for your food. "Why'd you wanna ask me on a date?"

Jotaro's face went bright red. "Uh... well... you're... tolerable. That's not the only thing of course! I- God, I'm screwing this up, huh?"

You just giggled and slid your hand over to his. "You're not screwing anything up. I'm already having a great time. Thank you, Jotaro. I'm really glad you asked me on this date."

"Thanks for saying yes. I'm really glad I asked you."

WEDDING HEADCANONS (cuz it's hard to write a fic for a wedding lmfaooo)

he wouldnt want anything big and neither would you

hell, y'all might even get eloped

that or just friends and family because it wouldn't be complete without holly and the SDC frfr

he would wear a white tux because i think he'd look hot in it

omg imagine if you wore a black dress and he wore a white tux??? unless you're down for traditional stuff ofccc

but that would be awesome

he would be shaking waiting for you

he's never shaken that hard in his life

he doesnt cry often, but he would be tearing up BAD

especially when he sees you walk down the aisle, it's over for him

and he doesnt have his hat to cover it either, so he's really crying in front of all these people he cares about

but this is just about you and him

y'all wouldnt have a huge party or anything, it's more just like a big hangout with everyone

kakyoin is the best man

polnareff cries like a baby

avdol is nonstop congratulating you two

iggy shows up in a tux

jospeh is definitely bawling his eyes out and telling jotaro to be a good husband (unlike him frfr lmaoooo)

you two would write your own vows

mostly inside jokes from when you two were in egypt

would cry in your arms at the end of the wedding telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is

you would totally do the same

holly brought tissues for everyone

~~~~~

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