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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

Giorno

After becoming Don, he has basically zero problems with buying you all the things you want. He has the means for it, and therefore will definitely do it. He likes to spoil you, and loves walking around the mall with you as you drag him around by his arm.

The happy little sighs you elicit as you find something you're interested in, never fails to make his heart tighten just a little more.

Even if you don't express it out loud, he's the type to know what you desire just by the look on your face.

"Oh Giorno, you spoil me." You said, hugging his arm tightly as you giggled.

"I enjoy spoiling you, tesoro. Your comfort and happiness is worth it." His voice was smooth and velvety, and his lips formed into the smile he only reserved for you.

"Dad would chew me up if he saw all these bags."

"Good thing he isn't here at the moment. Now, where should we go next? You have been talking about getting a new hand bag."

The way your eyes lit up at the mention of said bag, made him elicit a satisfied chuckle.

For him, money wasn't the problem, but rather whether or not there was any more space in your closet left for your new clothes. But that was a problem for future Giorno to fix, right now, he'd rather enjoy the moment with you.

Bruno

He would love to say that he enjoys spoiling you, but he is also the type to remind you that you came to the store to get what you need.

That isn't to say he would fold immediately at the excitement in your voice as you point out all the shoes at the isle, and the way you were already talking about what pair would go with what outfit didn't help either.

"Okay, we'll get you the shoes. But you already have a similar pair at home, amore." He'd say with a little smirk on his lips.

"Yeah but those are indigo... these crimson ones would go better with the lipstick you got me last time." And somehow, that was all he needed to hear.

He was a mafioso, which didn't exactly mean he was poor, and his own sense of fashion made him more prone to accept your requests since he too saw your vision. And honestly, he would lie to himself if he didn't admit your choice was exquisite.

"Thank you, Bruno. You're the best!" You'd say, giving his cheek a lovely kiss.

The hum of satisfaction, paired with the low chuckle of a happy man was all he needed to hear to know he'd do this again.

"Anything for you, amore."

Abbacchio

At first, he would have been the type to sit on the designated boyfriend chair by the wall, but seeing as you always ask for his opinion when trying something new, he has since unknowingly upgraded his station to be by the changing rooms.

"How does this look?" You'd twirl in a black summer dress.

He appeared deep in thought, his hand rubbing his chin just once before disappearing.

When he came back, he was holding a light colored silk scarf. "Try pairing it with this. I think it'd look better."

Your squeal of enjoyment was all he needed to feel better about himself and the situation he was in.

He kept telling himself through all the shopping sprees you had dragged him through that this would be the last one, but it never was.

At the end of the day, he would never actually hate doing the one activity that helped strengthening your bond, even if it meant spending his last dime on it.

Mista

This man would secretly love going on these shopping sprees with you. He would never say it out loud, but he often looked forward to seeing whatever you'd want to shop for next.

In the actual mall, he'd complain a lot.

He'd tell you how it was too hot, too humid or too loud with the buzzing of people everywhere to actually be comfortable. But when he saw just how passionate you were about the whole thing, he'd accept it without another word.

"Are we done in here? The perfume section is giving me a headache."

You'd ignore his complaining completely, focusing on the accessories next to said perfume isle.

"Look! Wouldn't these just look gorgeous with my new shirt?" Your eyes sparkled.

"Hey... they actually would. But I think you'd need a new pair of pants for those. I think I saw a fitting pair over here." He urged you to go with him.

He couldn't help but indulge your little ways, all the while guiding you away from the area that gave him the most mind boggling migraines.

Fugo

Fugo himself isn't a big shopper, but could definitely understand why you enjoyed it so much. He couldn't begin to set himself in your shoes, but he knew how such a simple thing as shopping could give you your dose of dopamine, so much so he could perfectly imagine it as his own.

If you asked him for advice, he couldn't for the love of god help you with a single thing. Anything you chose was already perfect in his mind, so why risk it with his opinion? Besides, he would just suggests something with strawberries on them, something cute and safe.

The only downside he'd see is his wallet suffering from this. He wasn't in a very high position, and so he wanted to spend his money wisely. He would try to reason with you, how if your shopping sprees became less frequent, you could shop more at a time. Win-win, right?

But the moment you went to the shopping district, that agreement would fly out the window.

"So I was thinking... I made this monthly budget. I even drew it on paper if you'd like a copy. Would you mind if we followed it?" He'd ask.

"Sure thing, but do you think this shirt would look better in burgundy or ivory?" He could tell your thoughts were elsewhere.

Honestly? He was just happy you were happy, even if he did sigh a lot because of stress when money was getting low.

Narancia

Seeing you happy and in your element would totally give Narancia the jitters. Not from discomfort or anxiety, but rather seeing you so excited and happy was rather contagious for him.

He'd try to help with suggestions here and there, but he'd end up choosing things that are more his style.

"Hey! This orange headband would look pretty cute on you." He'd say excitedly, and admittedly a little too loudly.

"It's the same one you have, honey."

"Oh... right." He was about to put it back when you gently took it from his hands.

"You know... it's not actually a bad idea. We could match!" You'd suggest with a grin, and he would be the happiest guy alive in that moment.

He wasn't too good with his own money in the first place, so what would he care if he spent it on you instead when he'd just accidentally buy something he didn't actually end up needing?

He would without a doubt offer to hold your bags for you, but would also complain about how the bag handles were killing his hands. He just wanted to be romantic, but it was hard when it physically hurt.

Trish

This girl would never, and I mean NEVER say no to a shopping spree. Sometimes, she'd be the one to drag you around the mall, and not the other way around.

Money wise, she would put her foot down if you were about to spend too much of hers.

"Tesoro, you can't get all that. How am I supposed to buy stuff for me too if we get you so much?" She'd sound all concerned and just a tiny bit anxious of disappointing you.

"You're right! What if... I put some of these things back, and we can buy equally as much for both of us? Split the diff?"

She was more than content with that answer, and relieved that you were able to set your own wants aside for hers too.

If the two of you spent too much time at the mall, she'd want to subtly show off the big pile of shopping bags in a little café, drinking expensive coffee while people ogled at the amount of stuff you had bought.

"Hey Trish, do these sunglasses look good on me?" You'd ask while posing in the mirror.

Your stands were so in love it was sickening, the worst version of third wheeling you could ever imagine. 

Your Stand and Star Platinum were tangled up behind you, not full-on making out anymore but definitely not letting go either. She had her arms looped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, while he kept one massive hand on her lower back, the other gently brushing a strand of ethereal hair from her face. It was soft. Way too soft. And gross in a cute way.

You couldn’t stop staring at the floor. Jotaro was doing the same, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were probably white under those gloves. The silence stretched until it got unbearable.

You cleared your throat. “This is... disgusting.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “They’re acting like idiots.”

Your stand let out a happy little sigh and nuzzled closer to Star Platinum’s chest. He responded by tilting his head down and pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “They’re so in love it’s actually making me nauseous. Look at them. They’re practically glowing.”

Jotaro grunted in agreement, but he didn’t look up. “Every single time we try to argue, it turns into this.”

You bit your lip, then forced the words out before you could chicken out. “Isn’t a stand... you know, a representation of your own psychic energy? Like, it’s basically a part of your soul or whatever. So if they’re doing all this...”

You trailed off, finally glancing at him. Jotaro’s eyes snapped up to yours, wide for half a second before he slammed the stoic mask back on. But you saw it. That flicker of pure panic.

“No,” he said flatly. Too fast. “There’s no way.”

You nodded way too quickly, relief and denial mixing together in your chest. “Exactly. No way. That would mean... that we...”

You both went quiet again. Behind you, Star Platinum murmured ora and your stand giggled, before kissing him on the corner of his mouth. The sound made your face burn hotter.

You rushed to fill the silence. “It’s probably just... a glitch or something. Stands are weird anyway. Maybe they’re feeding off our fighting energy and turning it into... whatever this is.”

Jotaro gave a stiff nod, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Must be. My psychic energy doesn’t... like anyone. Especially not you.”

“Ouch,” you shot back, but there was no real bite in it. You were both clinging to the excuse like it was a life raft. “Well, mine definitely doesn’t like you either. You’re too cold, you never listen and you act like everything’s beneath you.”

He huffed, almost a laugh but not quite. “And you worry about every damn thing and yell too much.”

“See?” You pointed between the two of you, trying to sound confident. “We don’t like each other. At all. So this whole thing with the Stands is just... random. Psychic nonsense.”

“Exactly.” He adjusted his hat, pulling it lower like he could hide behind it. “Dumb nonsense.”

Your stand chose that moment to cup Star Platinum’s face in her hands and kiss him slow and sweet, like she was trying to prove a point. Star Platinum’s eyes half-closed and he kissed her back just as gently, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles.

You and Jotaro both looked away at the exact same time, faces burning.

“Dumb nonsense,” you mumbled, voice smaller now.

“Yeah.”

Neither of you moved. The stands kept being all lovey-dovey and gross behind you, but the awkward tension between you and Jotaro felt... different. Like you were both secretly relieved to have this stupid excuse to keep pretending.

You didn’t like him. He didn’t like you. That was the story you were both sticking to.

Even if your psychic energy was screaming the opposite.

You risked one more glance at him. Jotaro was watching the stands again, expression unreadable, but his fingers were tapping lightly against his arm like he was nervous.

“So, truce?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. Then, barely audible: “...For now.”

And just like that, the denial settled back in, comfortable and safe. You weren’t ready to admit anything else. Not yet.

Your stand sighed happily against Star Platinum’s lips once more and you pretended not to feel the flutter in your own chest that had nothing to do with her.

a/n: dumb ass idea but i thought it would be funny. idk how stands work that much but well who cares

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