two braincells

How would the Joestars/Jobros react to the reader nearly dying?

(yes the Jobros are needed 😌 Take as long as you need for this though and have fun!)

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A/n ; HELLLOOO SWEETIEE ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) this is one of the first angsts I have written so I hope my writing isn't funky.. And holy I'm SO sorry this took this long to come out sweetie and for the small amount of characters.. writer's block hit me hard...🙍‍♀️ So sorry sweetie..I hope you enjoy tho !

Dividers by @/cursed-carmine

Angst , x gn reader , pt1-3 , injuries and blood

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JONATHAN JOESTAR .

— ☆ Shaken. It all happened in a blur. He wasn't looking, you jumped before you could warn him and then he hears a heavy thud behind him. When he turns, everything stirred into an unclear silence. His hands are trembling when they hold you, as if you were broken glass—he blanks out the heavy blood loss you were experiencing, and he whispers for you to stay awake. It was small, broken—and the last point he'll endure. Held rage seeped into the cracks, and his fingers tighten around your skin—digging into flesh he hoped was still warm.

— ☆ But it wasn't warm. You were cold. Like Ice. He choked on a sob. Before the overwhelming realisation hits him—he forgets the fight and his goal, the sight of you laying still frightened him more than anything ever could. Prayers escape his lips while he begs for you to at least open your eyes. He didn't have anyone to take you to, the only thing he was limited to was wrapping the large slash using some torn fabric from his top and a prayer he kept repeating like it had sense anymore.

— ☆ When you awaken, Jonathan's head is placed on the side of the bed, right next to your hand. When you mutter a weak, “Jonathan?” Your voice was barely even there but Jonathan's eyes open in a second. He's frantic, and relieved to see you're alive. You're there. Hugs you so tight he even forgot you were still severely injured. After that day, he always lingers by your side a little longer and tends to ask how you are often. He's worried, constantly—for that day showed him a reality that could have elongated, but perhaps the gods decided to spare him.

“My love...Do not ever think to defend me in battle again—I admire you for your bravery, but the guilt l'll carry if something severe happend to you will be immense. You have saved me once, but do not ever decide your life is worth so little to throw it away so carelessly. It's the sole reason I'm still going. Your life is the reason why my heart still beats.”

ROBERT E.O SPEEDWAGON .

— ☆ Haunted. He was careless and turned his back—and that resulted in you taking the shot. He's spiraling when he sees you fallen on the ground—a gunshot wound, right near to your very alive heart. He drops to the ground so fast his knees went numb, shaking you so hysterically as if you'd awake. Holds you close to him, and screams to his workers to get immediate help. He's talking to you, whispering to you—his voice desperate to hear your response to his questions. He couldn't let you go like this.

— ☆ He didn't like how still your body was, how faint your pulse hummed underneath your skin—tears prick at the edge of his eyes while he holds you secure against him, like he was your shield. Everything was a blur for him afterwards, but that insistent ache that gnawed at his chest—as it pulled his heart apart to remind him how this could have been prevented if..he kept his eyes forward and didn't waver.

— ☆ You awoke from two weeks passing, and when Speedwagon enters the room, a tray in hand, and he notices your sat up figure—the item clatters to the ground as he runs to you. His arms embrace you in a warm hug, he's crying into your neck, voice breaking as he tells you how paranoid he was for your life. But luck had his back, for once. After that incident, he hired secret bodyguards that were guarding you 24/7 and, he's become even more protective of you. Can you blame him though? He has felt your cold body, and he will never let your temperature fall down again.

“My dear...please, don't ever do something like this ever again. Do you know how much constant pain I was in waiting for your eyes to open and imagining the suffering you had go through? Please...I don't know what I would do if the heavens actually took you away from me. The night where you layed so unresponsively, still haunts me to this day...”

JOSEPH JOESTAR .

— ☆ Has never felt actual, mind wrecking fear in his entire life until this moment. You two were cornered and the only option for you to get out of this alive was to fight—but it took a massive turn. Joseph was fending off the enemies and didn't see how another had sneaked up behind you. But there was this sudden coldness that hung in the air, he turned to check on you—and let out a blood curdling scream calling your name so loud, it echoed through every silent, abyssal corner.

— ☆ Goes mad. He's not sparing any mercy and in a flash—he's done, covered in blood and other lacerations, but he runs to you first. Tried to get you to wake up, panic erupting in him when you don't respond. And he lifts you immediately, doesn't waste a minute to start sprinting. His heart stammers against his ribs and, the adrenaline rushed through his veins since it was the only thing keeping him awake. He will not allow you to die like this, over his own dead body.

— ☆ He's quiet and less his usual humourous self when you're recovering in stillness. But the moment you wake up—he's at your side, sobbing ugily into your lap and gripping your hand like he's making sure you aren't a dream again. Starts to become extremely protective..and might I say, possessive even—he doesn't let you join training, or fights, he's not going to see himself the same if he notices you're injured. Even a small paper cut would make him go into panic.

“Baby...you know how much I love you right? How I would buy the moon if you asked? Yeah...you know—i have never.. experienced such a mess of emotions in my life, when l saw you on the floor like that. And I'm not allowing it again. You hear me baby?”

CAESAR ZEPPELI .

— ☆ Goes blank. The light in his eyes shiver when he sees you on the floor, unconscious, and bleeding a fatal amount. He scrambles, and accidentally zaps himself with his own hamon for how frantic he is. He rushes to your side and pulls you into his arms, his mother tongue slipping and speaking to you to stay awake. Stay alive. At least take a breath. For him.

— ☆ Tears already spill from his eyes before he can even feel them. He's the only one with you, so to keep your blood from flowing out; he uses his scarf and tightly wraps it around your open wound. He's carrying you very carefully, and flinches hard when he hears a pained groan escaped you. He doesn't stroll around after that, immediately rushes to anywhere that could help you.

— ☆ He doesn't leave your room until you are awake. And when you do, he's conflicted—his face twists into that of pain, relief and guilt. He takes your hands and softly cries into your palms, and kisses them so tenderly his lips graze over your skin. After it passes, he starts to have his hands secure around you—either on your hip, around your waist/torso, or his hand holding yours. He needs to feel your warmth to assure him he isn't hallucinating your smile, and also to pull you out of any potential danger. He does, hold onto the scarf that has your blood absorbed in it's fabric, as a reminder he shall keep thriving.

“Mio caro/Mia cara, the night is, beautiful isn't it? But.. it also reminds me, the dreadful day where you bled out on the ground right before my very eyes. Il mio tesoro, will you promise me one favour? That you'll be stay by my side on every night, so we can gaze the stars together?”

JOTARO KUJO .

— ☆ Appalled. And actually shows it for a split second. It was only a brief glance he had to take before he realises you're going to hit the ground. Your name rips out of his throat and he catches you just in time—but when he feels just how cold your body has turned. The real horror dreads onto his face. Your breathing is there, but it's alarmingly uneven.

— ☆ His slender fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes in a way to gain his senses, damaging it slightly. He sucks in a breath—and uses star platinum to knock you out fully in order for you to not feel the pain. He's pulling you into his arms and lifting you, head snapping to the nearest hospital. Now his breathing is uneven, but that isn't his priority, neither is the severely battered down enemy.

— ☆ When he hears you have awoken from your rest, he walks into the hospital room with a detached expression. You know he's had it hard for the last couple of weeks for his tired he looked. He sits on the nearby chair, hesitantly—like he doesn't know if it's an illusion or not. His voice comes out low, his hat's dipped over his eyes so you don't see how sore they are. His hand grips your own, for a minute, afraid to hurt you. But also afraid to let you go. He's the same afterwards, but star platinum isn't—his soul isn't. His stand flickers to life behind you every second to check on you, without you knowing it's presence. It fixes objects into place, moves anything that could be dangerous and always, has it's eye on you.

“Gimme a break, why didn't you call out to me? Why did you keep fighting...knowing it could have caused your own demise? Why...do you always make me worry for you so much [Name]? At least bother yourself to call my name before you pass out.”

KAKYOIN NORIAKI .

— ☆ Petrified to extents that aren't normal. His stand reacts before he can, it's green tentacles burst out and zoomed to envelope you before your body decides to fall. He's sprinting to you next, forgetting the ongoing fight. He's crying, sobs ripping out of him violently while he holds your head in his hand—keeps you close so he can share his warmth with you, in hopes you'll accept it though the coldness etched in your skin.

— ☆ It took a while for care to come, and that was the most horrible 45 minutes he has ever endured. He's fully shaking, whispering incoherence even he couldn't understand himself, and the other crusaders have to pry him off you when care does come. And that's when the enduring point snaps—he's completely out of it. His trembling body seemed to worsen when he stays quiet, his fingers sinking into his palms as his thoughts consume him. Avdol had to shake him out of it, yet he fell right back in. Honestly, the crusaders have never seen Kakyoin act like this in their entire journey.

— ☆ Kakyoin's hugging you to him the minute he sees you're awake—his hot tears staining the shoulder area of your shirt, and he takes a very long time to finally calm down. He needs to hear your voice to feel himself go limp—hold his face in your hands and tell him you're right here. After that horrific incident, he's glued to your side. His overthinking hits when he sees you out of his sight for too long, he has to be near you—to protect you and..remind himself you didn't die, like in his incessant nightmares.

“[Name] please, be careful the next time we are fighting...or just call out my name and I'll be right there. I don't think I can manage to see you injured like that again. I.. don't even know what i would do with myself if something happened to you. You're the light in my life, if something serious happens to you. I can't say what I'd do to get it back.”

The moment you three started dating, Jotaro made it clear: he does not enjoy cuddling. He gets sweaty, he doesn’t like the feeling and it makes him uncomfortable and overstimulated. You and Noriaki accepted it without problem, Jotaro showed his care and love through other acts such as taking you out for dates, gifting you details you’d said you like and completely forgot. He does enjoy make out sessions where you spend hours just kissing and teasing each other with a bad movie in the background, he just feels awkward cuddling in bed. 

You and Noriaki, on the other hand, are very physical people and die hard cuddlers. So while Jotaro is calmly reading a book on his side of the bed, you and Noriaki are hugging and giggling like highschoolers, twirling your toes together and so on. Your favorite thing to do is laying completely on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest while he scratches your back. Jotaro has found you asleep in that position many times.

When Jotaro feels like talking at night, you and Noriaki are spooning, usually you are the little spoon and he’s the big, but it changes depending on the mood. You and him listen to Jotaro explain his little marine biology research, and you ask him questions to keep him talking because you two know how excited he gets with it. 

These past days, he has been more distant for your own likeness. He’s locked in his study, working on his exams like crazy. You know that what he’s studying is hard, but that level of studying can’t be healthy. There was a day where you and Kakyoin barely saw him all day, getting up at 7 a.m. and going to sleep nearly at 3. 

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Jotaro's loveable revenge

Pairing: Jotaro x reader

Content: When you distract Jotaro so much that he has no choice but to take revenge in his own way.

Jotaro was always on the receiving end of your constant attacks on him while he worked. He’d sit down for the day, fingers tapping vigorously against the keys of his keyboard, shoulders tense, like he was genuinely trying his best to focus on his task at hand

He'd be so focused that he almost didn't hear the sound of your feet against the carpet, creeping up slowly to his chair, the bright screen contrasting against the dim lighting of the room, illuminating your face and highlighting how tightly knitted his brows were.

His eyes glanced over the screen, completely locked in on his report for the day as you leaned down, fanning your breath over his nape before poking at it.

Chapter 13: Beginning of the End

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

Heyyy 😬 you'd be surprised that this rewrite is still happening. And the feeling would be mutual if you still got the notification of this update considering how long I've let this caught dust 😭

But anyways, this one's a short one but because literally anything after this part of the story is entering into "final boss" territory. So, might as well get the side quests over with first before we get to the main course. 🤸‍♀️

Hope you enjoy! 💌

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"You naive child."

With firm composure and steeled gaze, you sat across from her place at the head of the long dinner table in a cold dining hall of cracking marble pillars and stained tiles. But you've seen enough of this Stand's effects on you that you've grown almost expect an encounter like this again everytime you closed your eyes.

The chandelier lights didn't function, neither were the light fixtures on the walls, leaving the room lit by the silver-blue hue of the moonlight spilling from the floor-to-ceiling window behind the matriarchal Stand.

And beside the moon was the lone star that remained fixed in that solitary night sky, gleaming stronger than it ever had.

summary: soulmates can only see in greyscale until they touch.

content: in universe, set during SDC (justice arc, just imagine this is how it plays out starting at the beginning of that, so hotel is irrelevant here), canon typical violence. i think i may have changed some logistics? idfk guys its been just a bit since i've watched SDC. tried to do some arrow research so it at least held up for the most part (i hope).

wc: 1.7k

part of the i'll find you in every universe series

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the crusaders had arrived to a very lightly populated town, having recently crossed the border from india into pakistan on their journey. the cobblestone roads were blanketed in a thick fog, and attempting to ask residents any questions regarding their whereabouts proved futile.

after exhausting the few people nearby that would even listen to their questioning, whether they answered or not, the group wandered a short distance more before deciding to step into what looked like a place to order food. at the very least, they were hoping to get a drink and maybe some information about their location.

the establishment they stepped food in didn't have many customers, not that the fact was a surprise in the slightest, considering how the streets of the town looked. there seemed to be only two other people inside, not including the man working behind the counter.

one patron, a young woman, is sitting alone, facing the entrace, at a table tucked closer to the corner against the wall. she was nursing some type of drink, looking to be warm, from inside of a mug while reading a book laid out in front of her on the table. the other was an elderly woman, hunched over the counter, facing away from the door that the large men had just walked through. due to this, they were unable to see any more of her than the back of her hair.

shoving his chin in the direction of the young woman, polnareff loudly whispers to the group, "look at the lovely mademoiselle all on her lonesome over there. she's obviously intelligent, reading and all, and even more obviously beautiful," he gushes, unabashedly staring at her, unknown to the woman as she remains focused on the book. "i should go speak to her later, what if she's my soulmate!" polnareff says dreamily, lassoing avdol and joseph to his side by placing his arms around their shoulders and pulling them into him. "Oh, to be able to finally see the blue sky," he says, gazing off into the distance.

kakyoin chuckles at the man's antics, while the other two are muttering things along the lines of don't annoy the lady or like she'd even bother with the likes of you!

jotaro glances over towards the woman's table as the crusaders choose a circular table in the center of the room. mentally, he agrees with polnareff - the woman is beautiful, and he's always intrigued when he sees someone reading - but he has no reason to act on the same idea. sure, the shades of grey he viewed the world in since birth was boring, but he was used to it at this point in his life, and he honestly doesn't give much mind to the idea of 'soulmates' (despite already having wrapped his head around the idea of stands).

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enya the hag had sensed the presence of the crusaders since they had arrived inside the town, and she'd secretly been keeping an eye on them while they navigated around.

although, she had also kept her sights on another person aside from the five stand users - a young woman, a tourist, who had happened to end up in this unfortunate town while traveling alone.

when enya realized that both parties would be inside the same building, she couldn't help but want to go and try to manipulate the situation to her benefit.

not long ago, she had returned to the hotel to see one of the stand arrows on the ground in pieces. from what she assumed, someone had tried to steal them, but fled after the one fell and shattered. she increased the security surrounding them from then on.

however, while collecting the shards from the ground, enya could still sense the arrow's power, albeit slightly damped, coming from one particular shard - a larger one, containing the unaffected entirety of the beetle etching that graced the arrow.

from this discovery, she devised a plan to test this shard on someone to see if the power still held in the piece could do what the full arrow could do.

luckily for her, a young and pretty tourist made her way into the town not long ago, quickly becoming the easiest target for her experiment.

even luckier, the crusaders also happened to stumble their way into her palm, her town. in enya's best case scenario, you'd get stuck by the piece of the arrow, drawing the group of stand users to you, allowing her to take them out while they focused on you.

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jotaro and his group had ordered glasses of water from the man behind the counter, and they now sat at their central table to talk next steps in their journey.

for some reason unknown to him, jotaro's attention kept drifting away from the conversation at hand to the woman at the table by the corner.

this did not go unnoticed by the other men, with joseph being the first to speak up.

"well, jotaro! found yourself some eye candy?"

"shut up, old man," jotaro snapped back, voice level. it was only the lowering of the brim of his hat that got the older man deeply laughing. jotaro found himself feeling internally grateful that his grandfather decided to return to the group conversation instead of continuing to loudly tease him about someone sitting in the same room.

during the interaction, while jotaro was distracted, the worker had made his way over to your table, and the two of you were quickly becoming louder and more irritable as you talked. he tried not to eavesdrop too much on the conversation, but from what he understood, the worker wanted you to order more to continue staying, and you weren't convinced, claiming he just wanted to take advantage of you being a tourist, since the place wasn't even crowded.

he couldn't help but tilt his hat down so he could hide a small glance your way, feeling impressed at how you're handling yourself and standing your ground.

enya - who was the other customer, unknown yet to the larger group - slowly stands up from her spot at the counter, making her way over to the table to see what the commotion is all about.

the crusaders keep an eye on the situation unfolding further inside the room of the building, watching the older lady seemingly try and speak with you. it wasn't something they wanted to get in the middle of if it wasn't necessary, but they also wanted to be able to jump in on the off chance that this turned into a stand user battle.

when the volume of the other conversation had quieted down, and they saw the lady put her hand on your arm, looking comforting to all appearances, the men fully returned their attention back among themselves in order to not appear invested. right as they did that, they heard you yell something along the lines of, "ow! what the hell, lady?!"

their attention returned to the group of people surrounding your table, seeing you now holding your arm against your chest - the same arm the lady had been touching, seemingly comfortingly, moments prior.

they watch you stare crazed at the lady, snapping at her to keep her hands to herself before frantically walking towards the door. you had entirely forgotten your book lying on the table in the midst of the chaos that you had just endured.

the group watches you walk out the door, jotaro quickly cataloguing the way you seem to hold onto the door handly for a moment too long. as you turn out of the door, your body was still visible through the windows as you started walking along the sidewalk, and the crusaders notice you gradually start limping and stumbling as you make your way along the front of the building.

when you reach out a hand to steady yourself, almost missing the edge of the window altogether, the stand users rush to take action.

avdol, polnareff, and joseph dash towards the counter where both the worker and older woman had retreated back to, the trio quick to start interrogating both of the people before them.

jotaro and kakyoin beeline towards the door, the same one you had just walked out of, immediately turning the way they saw you go when you left seconds earlier. jotaro led the way, pushing the door with enough force for it to fly open easily.

not far past the edge of the building, star platinum appeared briefly. having sensed a presence down the closest side alley, he made the duo aware of your location.

the two wasted no time, stopping briefly in shock and in order to assess the situation when they saw your figure.

you were sitting on the ground, back pressed against the dingy brick wall. you were loosely holding your arm to your chest, as best as you could manage with what little strength you had left after the adrenaline had worn off. the look on your face was one of agony, which was wordlessly explained when they noticed that your arm seemed to have been cut.

at the sight, jotaro and kakyoin launch back to action, rushing towards where you are in the alley. jotaro immediately crashes down to the ground next to you, quickly moving to place one of his large hands against your back, the other on your uninjured arm, in an attempt to steady you.

in a split second, jotaro's vision splashes full of color, almost knocking the breath out of his lungs.

his eyes go wide, a disbelieving tch leaving his lips, as you slowly and groggily look up at him, meeting his gaze.

his soulmate.

he can't seem to break his focus from the newly perceptible hue of your lips, watching them part slightly in awe when your eyes lock onto his.

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the first color you ever see is blue.

his eyes.

your own eyes dart between his two, feeling your eyes widen as much as you can muster as you start to feel your consciousness going in and out. black spots start to swim among the outer reach of your vision, slowly starting to assume dominance over the newly colorful view before you.

for a few moments, the two of you just sit there staring at each other, the few seconds feeling like hours between the two of you.

the shared moment was broken when you heard another voice from beside the blue-eyed man - your soulmate - and you tried to slowly turn your head towards the sound.

you only barely make out what you believe to be a green jacket before your vision finally fails you and you fall unconsious in the man's arms.

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a/n: death cab for cutie song been on repeat with this idea so i ofc had to title it too. (not) unfortunately joot is a fav of mine and the words were FLOWING so i'll be doing a part 2 to this. i know wc wise it's kinda shorter, but it felt like a good place to break between parts. maybe out mid next week?

tags!: @oksukuna (my beloved forever tag mwah)

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A/N Glad to see you back, hope you’ve had a good day! thank you for the request, this is such a cute idea, hope you enjoy 😌

I also kinda misread the request, I wrote the fic and then realized you probably meant like a phone call but if that is what you were after feel free to request again as i’d be more than happy to do that too :)

main jojo's with a fem s/o, who is a stand user. Her stand is Scary Monster and she often is in the demi-dino form (...I think some of them would be shocked to know she can turn into a fully dinosaur form) and is into archeology

MAIN JOJOS (P1-P7) X

SCARYMONSTERS!READER

a/n : oo this is very unique!! im so sorry I couldn’t make some good scenarios because this was really hard for me to imagine but I hope you like it! ( not proofread )

jonathan joestar

Jonathan adjusted his gloves politely as you crouch down beside a half-buried fossil, your tail swaying lazily in your demi-dinosaur form. He’s accepted the fact that your stand, Scary Monsters, gives you claws and sharp teeth – but he still glances at you, not in disgust.. But in fascination. He watched as you casually crack open the stone with them.

“My dear,” Jonathan clears his throat, scooching closer to you. “Must you crack it open so… ferociously?”

You giggled, leaning close to him, your fangs flashed as you laughed. “It’s efficient!”

Jonathan laughed with you–until you transformed fully into your complete dinosaur form. He would drop his basket and look up at you.. “...Good heavens.”

“Magnificent, I’ll see if they have a book about dinosaurs in the library.” He broke down into a small chuckle.

joseph joestar

Joseph absolutely did not expect his girlfriend’s stand to turn her into a demi-dino half argument about fossils, you were an archeologist after all.

“Woah woah woah! Don’t scratch me!”

Joseph playfully jumped back, he grabbed the fossil and put it close to his chest.. You paused before stepping closer to him in a playful manner, he clutched his hands and pointed at you cautiously.

“Your next line is, ‘Joseph, put down the fossil!”

You blink.. “Joseph, put dow–” … Joseph is the master of ragebait.. Well, you kind of turned into your full dinosaur form and chased him around.

“I know you can turn into a cool big dinosaur but don’t turn it against mee!!! – “

jotaro kujo

Jotaro got used to your little dinosaur stand.. But.. he didn’t know anything about you turning into an actual dinosaur. So when you’re in your demi-dino form, claws flexing as you carefully brush dirt off you, he just mutters, “Yare yare daze..”

But when you casually say, “I can go bigger, you know.” and then transform into a full dinosaur.. He.. pauses and looks up.

A long silence.. Until he finally tilted his hat down. “...You never mentioned that form.”

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“..Cool.” He’s not going to give you any more praise, or admit the fact that hes absolutely fascinated.

josuke higashikata

Josuke thinks your demi-dino form is adorable, he’s always tugging on your tail or holding your hand and looking at your claws.

“You’ve got little claws!” He laughed, rubbing your hand palm as you snapped playfully at him.

“They’re lethal.”

He continues laughing, you decide you wanted to mess around with him a bit so you turned fully dinosaur, roaring at him.

Josuke’s jaw drops. “WHOA–okay, that’s AWESOME!”

Once you realised that you failed to scare him, you turn back to your normal form and kiss him on the cheek with a very sharp-toothed grin.

“Okay.. now you have to show me that little dig site you have!” Josuke tugged on you.

giorno giovanna

Giorno watches you in quiet admiration as you analyze a fossil in Italy, your sharp nails tracing the fossil as the golden sunlight shone off your scaled skin.

“Life leaves echoes,” Giorno states. “Even in stone.”

You smile, turning to look at him. You closed your eyes and leaned on his shoulder.

“You get me.”

Later, when you both are on a mission, he watches you turn into a full dinosaur, this was the first time it happened in front of him, his eyes widened as he watched in silence.. “Magnificant.. So this is the full extent of your stand.”

If you got hurt, he’d gently heal you while giving you small words of praise.

jolyne kujo

Yeah Jolyne.. She thinks it’s hot. Immediately.

“No way! You’re telling me you can turn into a dinosaur?” she says, leaning on the wired wall behind you two. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard!”

You flex your claws in demi-form. “I mostly use it to dig up stuff, I would use it to get the hell out of here.. But, I’d rather just wait till I get released.”

She grins. “Babe. You have a TAIL and EVERYTHING!”

During a fight, when you go full dinosaur mode, she’ll whistle. “Okay, that’s freaky but in a good way.”

She’ll obviously ask to maybe play with your claws or your tail.

You pretend to hate it..

You absolutely do not.

johnny joestar

You and Johnny were sitting in a little place you put your tents up in, you were carefully brushing sand off a fossil in your demi-dino form, claws clicking lightly against the stone. Your tail flicks as Johnny crawls beside you.

“Millions of years old?” he asks. “Sure that’s not your missing toe or something?”

You scoff and playfully elbow him. “It’s older than your ego.”

Johnny smirks, you avert your eyes before clearing your throat. “Wanna see something cool?”

He nodded, you smiled before standing up and transforming into your full dinosaur form, he yelped and crawled back as you roared. He laid there shocked before letting out a little laugh, he slapped his forehead with his palm before saying:

could i request joseph and caesar (separately) with an s/o who is a total badass? reader is extremely skilled when it comes to Hamon and just naturally aura farms during any sort of fight/conflict. like during the Hamon test w the oil on the wall [character] is going through it as they do in canon while reader is just casually completing the trial. and when they were facing the Pillar Men for the first time, reader was lowkey matching them when it came to aura farming

tyy

Joseph and Caesar x badass!Reader headcannons ⭐️

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summary -> the reader is skilled, confident, and aura farms in every battle. meanwhile, the boys are infatuated by them.

characters -> joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> ahh this is my first time writing for joseph and idk why because he was my favourite for SO long! this was so fun to write, especially the oil wall parts, thank you so much! ✨ ps, my requests are open again.🫶🏻

wc -> 1.5k.

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How would the Joestars/Jobros react to the reader nearly dying?

(yes the Jobros are needed 😌 Take as long as you need for this though and have fun!)

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𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒'+𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒' 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

A/n ; HELLLOOO SWEETIEE ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) this is one of the first angsts I have written so I hope my writing isn't funky.. And holy I'm SO sorry this took this long to come out sweetie and for the small amount of characters.. writer's block hit me hard...🙍‍♀️ So sorry sweetie..I hope you enjoy tho !

Dividers by @/cursed-carmine

Angst , x gn reader , pt1-3 , injuries and blood

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JONATHAN JOESTAR .

— ☆ Shaken. It all happened in a blur. He wasn't looking, you jumped before you could warn him and then he hears a heavy thud behind him. When he turns, everything stirred into an unclear silence. His hands are trembling when they hold you, as if you were broken glass—he blanks out the heavy blood loss you were experiencing, and he whispers for you to stay awake. It was small, broken—and the last point he'll endure. Held rage seeped into the cracks, and his fingers tighten around your skin—digging into flesh he hoped was still warm.

— ☆ But it wasn't warm. You were cold. Like Ice. He choked on a sob. Before the overwhelming realisation hits him—he forgets the fight and his goal, the sight of you laying still frightened him more than anything ever could. Prayers escape his lips while he begs for you to at least open your eyes. He didn't have anyone to take you to, the only thing he was limited to was wrapping the large slash using some torn fabric from his top and a prayer he kept repeating like it had sense anymore.

— ☆ When you awaken, Jonathan's head is placed on the side of the bed, right next to your hand. When you mutter a weak, “Jonathan?” Your voice was barely even there but Jonathan's eyes open in a second. He's frantic, and relieved to see you're alive. You're there. Hugs you so tight he even forgot you were still severely injured. After that day, he always lingers by your side a little longer and tends to ask how you are often. He's worried, constantly—for that day showed him a reality that could have elongated, but perhaps the gods decided to spare him.

“My love...Do not ever think to defend me in battle again—I admire you for your bravery, but the guilt l'll carry if something severe happend to you will be immense. You have saved me once, but do not ever decide your life is worth so little to throw it away so carelessly. It's the sole reason I'm still going. Your life is the reason why my heart still beats.”

ROBERT E.O SPEEDWAGON .

— ☆ Haunted. He was careless and turned his back—and that resulted in you taking the shot. He's spiraling when he sees you fallen on the ground—a gunshot wound, right near to your very alive heart. He drops to the ground so fast his knees went numb, shaking you so hysterically as if you'd awake. Holds you close to him, and screams to his workers to get immediate help. He's talking to you, whispering to you—his voice desperate to hear your response to his questions. He couldn't let you go like this.

— ☆ He didn't like how still your body was, how faint your pulse hummed underneath your skin—tears prick at the edge of his eyes while he holds you secure against him, like he was your shield. Everything was a blur for him afterwards, but that insistent ache that gnawed at his chest—as it pulled his heart apart to remind him how this could have been prevented if..he kept his eyes forward and didn't waver.

— ☆ You awoke from two weeks passing, and when Speedwagon enters the room, a tray in hand, and he notices your sat up figure—the item clatters to the ground as he runs to you. His arms embrace you in a warm hug, he's crying into your neck, voice breaking as he tells you how paranoid he was for your life. But luck had his back, for once. After that incident, he hired secret bodyguards that were guarding you 24/7 and, he's become even more protective of you. Can you blame him though? He has felt your cold body, and he will never let your temperature fall down again.

“My dear...please, don't ever do something like this ever again. Do you know how much constant pain I was in waiting for your eyes to open and imagining the suffering you had go through? Please...I don't know what I would do if the heavens actually took you away from me. The night where you layed so unresponsively, still haunts me to this day...”

JOSEPH JOESTAR .

— ☆ Has never felt actual, mind wrecking fear in his entire life until this moment. You two were cornered and the only option for you to get out of this alive was to fight—but it took a massive turn. Joseph was fending off the enemies and didn't see how another had sneaked up behind you. But there was this sudden coldness that hung in the air, he turned to check on you—and let out a blood curdling scream calling your name so loud, it echoed through every silent, abyssal corner.

— ☆ Goes mad. He's not sparing any mercy and in a flash—he's done, covered in blood and other lacerations, but he runs to you first. Tried to get you to wake up, panic erupting in him when you don't respond. And he lifts you immediately, doesn't waste a minute to start sprinting. His heart stammers against his ribs and, the adrenaline rushed through his veins since it was the only thing keeping him awake. He will not allow you to die like this, over his own dead body.

— ☆ He's quiet and less his usual humourous self when you're recovering in stillness. But the moment you wake up—he's at your side, sobbing ugily into your lap and gripping your hand like he's making sure you aren't a dream again. Starts to become extremely protective..and might I say, possessive even—he doesn't let you join training, or fights, he's not going to see himself the same if he notices you're injured. Even a small paper cut would make him go into panic.

“Baby...you know how much I love you right? How I would buy the moon if you asked? Yeah...you know—i have never.. experienced such a mess of emotions in my life, when l saw you on the floor like that. And I'm not allowing it again. You hear me baby?”

CAESAR ZEPPELI .

— ☆ Goes blank. The light in his eyes shiver when he sees you on the floor, unconscious, and bleeding a fatal amount. He scrambles, and accidentally zaps himself with his own hamon for how frantic he is. He rushes to your side and pulls you into his arms, his mother tongue slipping and speaking to you to stay awake. Stay alive. At least take a breath. For him.

— ☆ Tears already spill from his eyes before he can even feel them. He's the only one with you, so to keep your blood from flowing out; he uses his scarf and tightly wraps it around your open wound. He's carrying you very carefully, and flinches hard when he hears a pained groan escaped you. He doesn't stroll around after that, immediately rushes to anywhere that could help you.

— ☆ He doesn't leave your room until you are awake. And when you do, he's conflicted—his face twists into that of pain, relief and guilt. He takes your hands and softly cries into your palms, and kisses them so tenderly his lips graze over your skin. After it passes, he starts to have his hands secure around you—either on your hip, around your waist/torso, or his hand holding yours. He needs to feel your warmth to assure him he isn't hallucinating your smile, and also to pull you out of any potential danger. He does, hold onto the scarf that has your blood absorbed in it's fabric, as a reminder he shall keep thriving.

“Mio caro/Mia cara, the night is, beautiful isn't it? But.. it also reminds me, the dreadful day where you bled out on the ground right before my very eyes. Il mio tesoro, will you promise me one favour? That you'll be stay by my side on every night, so we can gaze the stars together?”

JOTARO KUJO .

— ☆ Appalled. And actually shows it for a split second. It was only a brief glance he had to take before he realises you're going to hit the ground. Your name rips out of his throat and he catches you just in time—but when he feels just how cold your body has turned. The real horror dreads onto his face. Your breathing is there, but it's alarmingly uneven.

— ☆ His slender fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes in a way to gain his senses, damaging it slightly. He sucks in a breath—and uses star platinum to knock you out fully in order for you to not feel the pain. He's pulling you into his arms and lifting you, head snapping to the nearest hospital. Now his breathing is uneven, but that isn't his priority, neither is the severely battered down enemy.

— ☆ When he hears you have awoken from your rest, he walks into the hospital room with a detached expression. You know he's had it hard for the last couple of weeks for his tired he looked. He sits on the nearby chair, hesitantly—like he doesn't know if it's an illusion or not. His voice comes out low, his hat's dipped over his eyes so you don't see how sore they are. His hand grips your own, for a minute, afraid to hurt you. But also afraid to let you go. He's the same afterwards, but star platinum isn't—his soul isn't. His stand flickers to life behind you every second to check on you, without you knowing it's presence. It fixes objects into place, moves anything that could be dangerous and always, has it's eye on you.

“Gimme a break, why didn't you call out to me? Why did you keep fighting...knowing it could have caused your own demise? Why...do you always make me worry for you so much [Name]? At least bother yourself to call my name before you pass out.”

KAKYOIN NORIAKI .

— ☆ Petrified to extents that aren't normal. His stand reacts before he can, it's green tentacles burst out and zoomed to envelope you before your body decides to fall. He's sprinting to you next, forgetting the ongoing fight. He's crying, sobs ripping out of him violently while he holds your head in his hand—keeps you close so he can share his warmth with you, in hopes you'll accept it though the coldness etched in your skin.

— ☆ It took a while for care to come, and that was the most horrible 45 minutes he has ever endured. He's fully shaking, whispering incoherence even he couldn't understand himself, and the other crusaders have to pry him off you when care does come. And that's when the enduring point snaps—he's completely out of it. His trembling body seemed to worsen when he stays quiet, his fingers sinking into his palms as his thoughts consume him. Avdol had to shake him out of it, yet he fell right back in. Honestly, the crusaders have never seen Kakyoin act like this in their entire journey.

— ☆ Kakyoin's hugging you to him the minute he sees you're awake—his hot tears staining the shoulder area of your shirt, and he takes a very long time to finally calm down. He needs to hear your voice to feel himself go limp—hold his face in your hands and tell him you're right here. After that horrific incident, he's glued to your side. His overthinking hits when he sees you out of his sight for too long, he has to be near you—to protect you and..remind himself you didn't die, like in his incessant nightmares.

“[Name] please, be careful the next time we are fighting...or just call out my name and I'll be right there. I don't think I can manage to see you injured like that again. I.. don't even know what i would do with myself if something happened to you. You're the light in my life, if something serious happens to you. I can't say what I'd do to get it back.”