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Some nerve. Some nerve Josuke, your boyfriend, had. The nerve of him to tell you what you should and shouldn't be feeling! How dare he!?

"Quit it. You're overreacting."

His words cut like a razor, they were enough to get you riled up.

"Seriously? So you're just going to allow those fans of yours to get way too chummy with you?"

You couldn't help feeling nothing but jealousy and rage whenever any of his fans would talk to him, fawning over him, acting differently for his attention.

"They're not fans! And nobody is getting chummy with anybody!"

His words fell on deaf ears. You knew damn well they wanted nothing more than to get in his pants.

"Are you kidding me..? You're defending them!?"

You couldn't believe he was actually standing up for those disgusting homewreckers.

"Yeah, so what if I am? They haven't done anything wrong!"

His words made your blood boil.

"They haven't done anything wrong, huh? Oh, apart from constantly trying to fucking break us up because they're so obsessed with you!"

You couldn't stand the fact so many people had their eyes on your boyfriend. Who do they think they are!?

"If anything you sound like you're the obsessed one! You sound like some clingy, possessive bitch!"

Silence fell upon the two of you, it was so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat and your boiling blood race around your body. Did he seriously just say that? Is that what he thinks of you? Does he even realise what he just said?

"Is that what you think of me...?" You asked him quietly, raising your eyebrow ever-so-slightly.

"Wait, no-" he realised what he said, immediately regretting it.

"If that's what you think then they can fucking have you." You spat, turning your back to walk back to your house. Originally, the plan was to go to his house as it was after school on a Friday afternoon. You normally had sleepovers every Friday, alternating between each others houses, but you were too pissed off to stay around.

"Baby, please, I didn't mean it." He tried getting through to you. You kept walking, not wanting to hear any more as you bite back the tears and walk in the opposite direction of his house. He reached an arm out but pulled it back, realising you both needed time to cool off. "Fuck!"

You heard his angered shout, but kept walking. It wasn't until you rounded the corner when he turned around and kept walking to his house, hoping his mother wasn't home so he wouldn't have to explain why you weren't with him like you normally were, and explain to her how he just accidentally called his girlfriend a bitch. It would definitely earn him a slap.

Tomoko was home, but she was cleaning the kitchen and the radio was on full volume ,so she didn't notice her son stomp upstairs to his room.

Why did he argue with you? Why didn't he try reassure you? Why did he say that? Why didn't he make you wait so he could apologise? Why? Why!? WHY!?

He let out a loud groan of frustration into his pillow as he collapsed on his bed, not even caring he was still in his school uniform. It was even starting to get dark out, but he didn't bother to get up to pull the curtains or to turn a light on. It doesn't matter. Nothing else matters. He said something horrible to someone he loves deeply and he had to be held accountable.

You should have slapped him. Why didn't you slap him? Damn you and your kind nature! Even in the face of insult you remained somewhat civil. Damn it all! 

The conflicted boy let go of his pillow, shoving it down on the mattress beside him, to stare up at the shadowed ceiling of his bedroom. His mind was racing with ideas of what he could do to make it up to you, but nothing felt enough.

You, on the other hand, had broken down as soon as you shut the front door behind you as your parents were out of town for the week and wouldn’t return until next weekend. Is that really what he thinks of you? Had you really been that clingy and possessive? Was he right? 

Breaking the deafening silence, your stomach let out a low growl reminding you that normally you would be sitting on the floor of your boyfriend’s living room watching a movie and eating fast food. Your stomach’s plea for food went ignored as you sighed and got up to go to your bedroom, not even bothering to shut the door before crumbling on your bed. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. You were insulted by one of the few people you care tremendously for and you wanted answers.

As much as you wanted answers and courage, you also wanted to cry and sleep. 

What was going to happen? Was he going to ignore you? Break up with you? Act like nothing happened? Surely not... right? These terrifying thoughts infected your mind, making your limbs tremble and your eyes grow heavy.

----

The next morning, Josuke got up earlier than usual. Normally, he would be cuddling with you into the late Saturday morning, but the cold pillow he was clinging onto reminded him that you weren’t there and that he had majorly messed up. 

He groaned quietly into his pillow before getting up and stretching, realising he was still in his uniform. He slept all throughout the remainder of the evening and the night, explaining the early awakening. Disgusted, he tore off his uniform and headed for the bathroom. He wanted, no, he needed to make a good impression. He needed to see you. He needed to make it up to you. 

When his lengthy shower had ended, he dried himself off and threw on some freshly washed clothes, he could still smell the cotton-scented laundry detergent as he sprayed the subtle vanilla cologne you liked so much all over him.

He walked downstairs to meet his mother, who was sipping coffee on the living room sofa while watching the morning news. Damn it.

“Since when do you wake up early?” She commented, shocked to see her son awake and dressed so nicely at this hour of the morning. She noticed the nicer-than-usual clothes and the sweet-smelling scents, growing her curiosity by the second. “What’s the occasion?”

“Long story short, I messed up and I need to make it up to (Y/N).” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, finally meeting eyes with Tomoko.

“Messed up..? What did you do?”

“Is this necessary? I don’t really want to talk about it, mom.”

“I need to know the severity of the situation! (Y/N) is perfect for you, I like her and she makes you happy.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“So tell me what happened.” She finished her coffee before putting the mug down on the side table beside her and facing her son again.

"I may or may not have...called (Y/N) a bitch-" the teenager looked everywhere apart from his mom, knowing she would immediately become furious with him.

"YOU DID WHAT!?" To say the woman was furious was an understatement, she couldn't believe her son would say such a thing to his own girlfriend! "You are going to go over there and apologise. Immediately."

This was something not even Crazy Diamond could fix.

----

You barely got any sleep last night: you kept drifting in and out of consciousness, your anxieties keeping you up until you got exhausted again. You were still in shock, denial even. You had hoped it was some horrible nightmare, and that you would wake up in his arms so he could comfort you and tell you he'd never say such a thing. But it wasn't. It wasn't a horrible nightmare and that made it all the more terrifying.

At around sunrise, which was early considering it was summer, you decided to just get up for the day. Maybe taking a long-awaited, steamy shower and making yourself some food would be the answer to your problems. Momentarily, at least.

When you hopped in the shower, the warm water was welcoming. It invited you to stay longer in the enveloping embrace, but you don't like the feeling of your fingertips when they've been in the water too long and they look more shrivelled up than prunes.

You had just finished drying your hair when you heard a knock at the door, making you nearly drop the hairdryer on your foot due to the sudden force. It sounded desperate. Was that possible?

"Coming!" You shouted, letting your mystery guest know that you weren't just ignoring them. Who could it be? It couldn't be Josuke... could it?

Starting to tremble, you walk down the stairs so you could greet your visitor... it was Josuke!

The panicked boy was also trembling, much more visibly than to his liking, and he could feel the sweat running down his back and forming in the palms of his hands. However, he was holding gifts in both hands so you couldn't see the sole reason for your boyfriend's annoyance. In one hand, he held a bag filled to the brim of your favourite treats and drinks, including some snacks from Tonio's. The other hand held a bouquet of your favourite flowers, ready to be put in a vase.

His blueberry eyes met yours for the first time since yesterday's altercation, you could see all the emotion waiting to burst from him and how he looked sadder than a kicked puppy.

"Josuke, what-" you had began speaking but he interrupted you so he could apologise before any tears spilled from his beautiful blue eyes. Damn his gorgeous genes!

"Listen, (Y/N), I am so so so damn sorry about what I said yesterday." That was all you needed to hear, but he kept going, "I never meant a word of it, I swear! I don't know why but I was feeling pissed and it lead to me snapping at you, and for that I'm sorry." He looked down, just the mention of what he did made him feel ashamed of himself. What kind of man treats the one he loves like that? "I understand if-"

"Shut up. Please." You sniffled, shuffling closer to him and looking up at him with a watery smile.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes met yours again, taking note of the tears threatening to spill from your angelic eyes.

"Come here, you big idiot." You opened your arms and your boyfriend, who was also on the verge of crying, put the plastic bag of treats as well as the flowers down at your feet and picked you up in a tight embrace. "I thought you hated me," you mumbled quietly but he could hear you because your head was rested on his shoulder.

"No, I could never hate you, baby!" He hugged you tighter at your confession, feeling guilty for making you feel such a way. He practically worshipped you, so to have you think he hates you? Wrong. Completely and absolutely wrong.

"I'm sorry," you nuzzled closer into his neck.

"Why are you saying sorry? You haven't done anything wrong!"

"I don't know."

"You don't have to apologise, not when I'm in the wrong and I'll do anything to make you feel better. You make me so happy, (Y/N), I really don't know how a guy like me was able to get someone like you. At the same time, I don't know where I'd be without you." He ranted, holding you close as humanly possible. He stopped when he felt his neck become increasingly wet with your tears, smiling softly and cherishing your tight embrace. Afraid that if he let go you would disappear.

"I love you, Josuke."

"I'm never drinking again!" Polnareff whined from his spot on the sofa, empty glass in hand.

"You should've thought of that before you drank that much," Kakyoin retorted. "I'm not bringing you back to your hotel.”

"I'm not either," you added and raised your hands in defense.

"Why not!?" The most drunk of the group sounded offended at your unwillingness to help a friend.

"Because I have to deal with a drunk Jotaro." At your comment, he looked at the aforementioned drunk guy. If it weren't for Polnareff's presence, he would definitely be the most drunk here... considering you were a little tipsy and Kakyoin was almost completely sober.

Your boyfriend, Jotaro, was mainly spacing out and fading between states of consciousness. He had way too much to drink. Obviously. Thankfully, you live in this apartment with him so the only transport you had to worry about was getting from the living room floor to the shared bed.

Joseph and Avdol had already left, the old man was staying at Jotaro’s childhood home with Holly. Avdol had dropped him off before returning to his hotel.

Polnareff, on the other hand, was having none of it.

"Can't someone just take me!?" He continued his whining. After the only sober person declined once more, he went into another rant while you sat back and enjoyed the sight. "Mon dieu, talk about good friends!"

"Alright fine! I'll take you back to your hotel but I'm calling a taxi. I don't trust you to be quiet on public transport," Kakyoin grumbled. He did care deep down, it was just mildly inconvenient to deal with a drunk Polnareff.

"Why can't you take me, (Y/N)? Kak is so mean," he continued whining like a child while the red-head was trying his best to ignore the hot mess that was Polnareff and not look offended.

You answered with another question, "do you know how long it's going to take to get him to bed!?"

"Just leave him be for a few minutes, you know these streets better than I do!"

"You know I also grew up here, right?" If Kakyoin wasn't offended before, he was now.

"Leaving Jotaro by himself while he's like this isn't exactly a good idea," you deadpanned.

It took a lot of bickering back and forth, but you were finally able to convince them to leave. Technically, it's not a problem right now but you doubt Jotaro would want to deal with them while he has a horrible hangover.

When the front door had finally shut after Kakyoin practically dragged Polnareff out, you turned to look at your boyfriend who was struggling to stay stood up with his eyes mostly closed. You watched him for a moment, he attempted to get to your shared bedroom by using the walls as support while his feet dragged on the clean wooden floor behind him. He looked like a zombie.

Silently, you entered the bedroom where he was standing with his back to the door. He was already wearing comfy clothes, so there was no need to help him get undressed... it wasn't that kind of night. You were also wearing relaxed clothing, so you opted to get into bed now and wash them in the morning. 

You got snug under the covers when you noticed Jotaro was still standing in the middle of the room at the end of the bed, his cerulean eyes lidded and staring at the bed as if contemplating it’s existence. He really was spaced out, wasn’t he? 

“Are you... coming to bed, Jojo?” You questioned him quietly in case he already had a headache as it was common for him after drinking. A beat of silence. His eyes opened wide at your question, then squinted at you, and then laid on the floor. “Uh, Jotaro?” You sniggered at his casually-done, slothful decision. 

You crawled to the end of the bed so you could take a look at your wasted boyfriend, who was sprawled out face-down on the feathery rug. At least he wasn’t on the wooden part of the flooring. He didn’t say anything, but you called out to him again. 

“Jotaro? Are you gonna come sleep on the bed, y’know, where it’s comfy? Instead of the floor?” You were holding back a confused laugh when he slowly raised his head to look at you again, but you couldn’t see most of his face due to his hat still being on his head. 

“No thanks, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.” With that, he lowered his head again. What?

“What’s her name?” 

“(Y/N). She’s the one for me, so... goodnight.” With that, he passed out cold on the floor. Did that really just happen? 

Without saying anything more, you chuckled to yourself and got out of bed. You couldn’t exactly move him due to how heavy he is, and if he woke up and still didn’t recognise you... well let’s just say it wouldn’t go very well. At least you know he’s loyal, not that you had doubts that he wasn’t but it was reassuring nonetheless. 

You grabbed his pillow from his side of the bed and carefully put it underneath his head, trying not to wake him. As said before, you didn’t want him to wake up in case he didn’t recognise you because he can and will become defensive, to put it lightly. After that, you got a spare blanket from a random cupboard and draped it over him. It wasn’t big enough to cover him completely, but it will do for now. The only blanket that can cover him is the one on the bed, because he likes to relax after a long day of essay-writing and studying and what better way to do that than with you under the warm covers while basking in each other’s presence?

You took off his hat, pushed back his hair, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, Jojo.” He mumbled an unintelligible response.

Jotaro Kujo, for as long as he could remember, was obsessed with one girl and one girl only. That girl happened to be you, (Y/N) (L/N).

He met you in middle school, of course. You were one of the only girls that was quiet and relaxed, instead of frantically running around the playground or gossiping loudly to your friends, you would sit on a bench and read. It didn't matter what you were reading, you would always get so invested to the point where you'd make the same expressions as the fictional characters to better immerse yourself. Sometimes you even read various magazines about your favourite franchises, like anime or music. Other times, you found non-fictional books interesting. It ranged from the history of art to the advances of technology.

One day, he watched you go to your usual spot that was slightly secluded behind a stunning sakura tree and noticed that the book you were reading was about marine biology. He wanted so desperately to just waltz up to you and talk to you about it, maybe getting a chance to impress you. That chance never came. Instead, he opted to watch from afar.

Everyday, he would sit on a bench like you and watch as you strolled over to your unofficial bench. The way you politely ate your lunch so you wouldn't spill any on your book, the way you carefully packed everything away in order to optimize your experience, the way you looked while you read. There was something about you that was just so calming to Jotaro.

Still in middle school, a year later, the two of you shared a lot of classes. He was oddly relieved to find out you didn't change over the summer holidays, as he found you once more reading in that same spot. Now being in practically all of your classes, he learned your timetable. He learned many other things about you, through watching you from a distance and seeing you interact with various types of people.

He learned you also despised the girls who were obnoxious and got too touchy. He learned which guys gave you the creeps from your body language. You had a small fan base, consisting of guys wanting to form a reverse harem. It was pretty creepy. With a confidence that Jotaro didn't know you had, you told them all to leave you alone because they're annoying. Granted, it didn't work, but that was the moment Jotaro realised he wanted you. He needed you. He needed you in his life to make it better and you were the perfect type of girl to him.

He even considered confessing one day, but his anxiety said no. He was far too nervous. Besides, nobody knew him. Sure, he talked to people from time to time, but nobody knew him for who he really was. He was sure that if you got to know him, you would hate him. He couldn't stand the thought of it, and it was always chewing away at him in the back of his mind.

Another thing he learned was that you seemed to have a preference for strong, stoic, and silent guys. He learned this fact after comparing everyone who would talk to you. What was your body language saying? How well do they know you? What was their motive? How are your personalities compatible? 

He noticed this pattern in your later years of middle school, when hormones start taking over. Guys who were known to be somewhat mysterious and calm had more of a chance... at least, more of a chance than nerdy guys. However, what he didn’t know was that it wasn’t because they were nerdy, it was because of the way they spoke to you. Despite having a good eye for detail, this possibility had slipped his mind. He would’ve got a chance if he walked straight up to you and was honest with you, but it was too late for that.

By the time first year of secondary school began, he had changed. He changed into something he never thought he was capable of: he was finally your type, or that’s what he thought. He had worked hard over the summer, operating in the shadows. Not only did he study enough to be sure you would be in the same class as him, but he worked out immensely. He ended up growing taller with a sudden growth spurt to an intimidating height of 195cm, and his limbs became more toned. At this point, it was borderline torture. He trained himself to wear a cold, unreadable expression, and to keep this act up he wouldn’t let go of it. Even if he was in the comfort of his own home.

Weeks rolled by and neither of you had spoken to each other yet, he was still pining for you from afar. A sense of warmth and relief washed over him when he found you reading in the library. It was comforting knowing that you hadn’t changed. This just motivated him further. It proved that he still needed you in his life.

Having said that, the first year of secondary school ended as quickly as it arrived. Now, it was the second year. He was running out of time. Sure you now knew his name and could put it to his face from being in his classes, but he wanted a deeper connection with you. He needed it. He needed you.

To make things worse, he now had his own fanbase and it was full of girls that you both despised with every fibre of your being. Girls either loved him or hated him. He didn’t even care. He only cared about your opinion of him, which was impossible to get because of his obnoxious fangirls following him everywhere, therefore making it impossible to catch a moment alone with you. Like before, he opted to watch from afar again... until some hardcore fangirls copped on and realised he had his eyes on you. They started pestering you, wondering what their precious Jojo saw in you. You were confused, to say the least. Jotaro was a smart and quiet guy, even with his reputation as a so-called delinquent you didn’t see anything negative about him. You saw the good in him, despite never having any form of interaction with him. 

Jotaro, on the other hand, was conflicted about all of this. He knew for sure he hated every single one of those girls that fawned over him, especially the ones that disturbed your usual routine of reading at lunch time. At the same time, he used it to his advantage.

“Would you leave her alone!? You’re all so loud and annoying!” He barked at them, they complied after squealing and freaking out over the acknowledgement. 

It wasn’t until they had all left when you spoke, “uh, thank you, Kujo-kun.”

"Don't mention it." With that he walked away. He did it! He finally talked to you!

On the outside, his expression was forever unwavering; cold and stoic. On the inside? He was ecstatic. Years of pining had finally led up to this moment. Granted, he didn't think this was how your first interaction would go but he wasn't complaining.

Not only did he speak to you, but he turned out to be the hero in this situation. This is perfect!

Meanwhile, you were mainly confused. Did that really just happen? Your classmate, who has never spoken to you before, just saved you from his annoying admirers.

After this incident, it started becoming a common occurrence: you would get verbally harassed and Jotaro would be there to be your knight in shining armour. He was always there. How did he always know? Coincidence? Fate? Luck?

Either way, the more he saved you the more you thought about him. It got to the point where you couldn't get him out of your head. One day, you caught yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to date him.

You found yourself crushing on him, which is exactly what he needed.

You will be his.

Sunlight shone through the tiny gap in the curtains of your bedroom, highlighting your already beautiful features, making you look like an angel in the arms of your husband that was slowly stirring awake due to the light. He really is a light sleeper since everything that happened in Egypt.

He looked down at your peacefully sleeping form. Your head was buried in his chest, one arm around his midriff while the other rested on his shoulder. No matter how many times he would wake up to the sight of you basking in the soft glow of sunrise, he could never get enough of it. A subtle smile formed on his lips before softly kissing your forehead and bringing you closer to him. One hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. Bliss.

After a while, you started stirring awake yourself.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You heard your husband's gruff voice just above you as you slowly woke up.

"Good morning, baby." You smiled up at him, meeting his aquamarine eyes, bringing your hand up to rest on his handsome face. You rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone before dragging your hand up further to run it through his curly, jet black hair. Like a cat, he leaned into your delicate and warm touch. He even closed his eyes to better savour your affection. When you brought your hand down after playing with his hair, he made a noise of disagreement. You simply giggled at how soft he was when it was just the two of you.

It almost felt like he had used Star Platinum to stop time due to how long you were staring at each other. Almost. The peaceful ambience of the birds singing outside, the light breeze in the trees, and the occasional traffic outside was interrupted by the thunder of little footsteps, approaching your door at a surprisingly quick pace.

Your door was swung open, banging on the wall, as an impact jumped on you and, the now winded, Jotaro.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Your five-year-old daughter giggled as she got in between the two of you. You laughed at your husband's jokingly annoyed expression as you kissed your daughter's head, "good morning Jolyne."

"Good morning mommy," she beamed up at you with a toothy grin. The sight made your smile grow wider.

"Damn, where's my good morning?" Jotaro smirked, also looking down at Jolyne.

"Good morning daddy!" She smiled up at him as she got more comfortable between her loving parents. He didn't say anything in response, in fear of becoming sappy and breaking his cool and collected façade. Despite this, he felt his heart swell in his chest. Two of the most important females in his life, cuddled up with him in bed.

"What do you wanna do today, Jojo?" You directed the question at the small raven-haired girl that was between your arms.

She contemplated your question, looking down in thought - making Jotaro chuckle - before gasping and looking back up at you.

"Can we have a picnic!?"

Her question made you look at Jotaro, who also seemed to be awaiting your response, “it does seem like a nice day.” He commented, getting Jolyne’s hopes up further. “What do you think?” He asked, looking at you. 

Both Jojos were looking at you, however the much smaller one was pleading you with her hands clasped together and giving you the sweetest puppy-dog eyes she could muster.

“Ok, ok, we’ll have a picnic at lunch. Come help mommy prepare the food, Jojo. Daddy can make us breakfast,” you told her while smirking back at your husband. He let out a sigh in response, “good grief.”

----

“Jolyne, come here for a sec.” You whispered as Jotaro walked out the kitchen to set the breakfast out on the dining room table. Intrigued, she walked closer to you as you beckoned her over. “Do you wanna help surprise daddy?” She nodded eagerly, ready to hear how you would surprise the usually stoic man. “Let’s go to the beach instead of the park, you go distract him while I pack what we need upstairs. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” She grinned up at you, saluting you as she ran off. You returned the salute with a determined expression and a soft chuckle. As you began walking upstairs, you heard her demand for her father to pick her up and fly her around like a fairy. That works, I guess. 

----

After having a light breakfast, and making sure Jolyne was covered in sunscreen, you set out. Your excuse was she would most likely want to play in the park before and you didn’t exactly want your daughter to burn up under the Floridian sunshine. Somehow, you convinced Jotaro to put some on himself as well... under the condition that you had to as well. 

He gave you a weird look as you hopped into the driver’s seat, as he is usually the one who drives. You had asked him, sarcastically, if you’re not allowed to and Jolyne tried backing you up with a, what she thought was threatening, simple ‘yeah!’ He rolled his eyes at both of your defensiveness as he got into the passenger seat. 

Now, you were on the road that lead towards the beach... a far distance from the park Jotaro thought you were going to.

“Did you forget where the park is, woman?”

“Woman?” You echoed, “I have a name.”

“Did you forget where the park is, idiot?” Without having to look at him, you could tell he was smiling.

“You’re so mean!” You laughed in response, going to flick his head, but he caught your hand before you could do anything. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it sweetly. You couldn't do much apart from continue driving and feel your face heat up despite the air conditioning of the car pretty much on full blast. That gesture, however, earned a loud 'eww' from your daughter in the backseat.

"Seriously though, where are we going?"

"Just in time. We're here!" You announced. Your confused husband looked out the window and realised your real destination. "I'm surprised you didn't realise, hun!" You laughed as you found a good place to park the car.

"Gimme a break, (Y/N), I'm tired." He briefly rubbed his face and took his hat off to mess with his hair, "we don't even have our swimwear."

"Think again, Jojo."

"Good grief."

"You know you love me."

"Whatever."

----

You helped Jolyne out of her dress, thankfully having her swimsuit underneath it as you helped dress her after breakfast, while Jotaro changed in some nearby changing rooms.

"I wanna see the fishies, mommy!" She bounced on her little feet as you put yellow inflatable arm bands on her.

"Hold on, Jojo, wait for your father and you can go with him." When you finished the arm bands, you went to braid her hair so it would be out of her way in the water.

"Why can't you go?" She asked, an undertone of sadness in her voice.

"Because daddy is a marine biologist-"

"What's that?" She tilted her head like a puppy.

"It means he'll know the best place to see the fishes," you winked at your somehow even more excited daughter.

"Woah, cool!" She gasped. It looked as if a whole galaxy was in her eyes, she's always been a daddy's girl. You have many classic photos of your daughter, when she was just a baby, fast asleep on Jotaro's chest. Straight to social media. His mother, Holly, thought it was adorable and shared many similar stories from when he was just an infant.

"Your dad is pretty cool, isn't he?" You asked rhetorically, placing a bucket hat on your daughter's little head.

Right on cue, he walked out of the changing rooms and over to where you and Jolyne were standing.

"Who wants to find some fish?" He asked, but you both knew the question was rhetorical and directed to Jolyne.

"Me! Me!" She started running towards the nearest rock pool, her father only strolling as one stride of his was equal to at least a few quick and small steps from her.

Looking around, you noticed there weren't that many people out: mainly older couples enjoying the peace, of each other and the beach; groups of middle-aged women sunbathing, probably reliving their younger days; and a couple groups of teenagers... probably skipping school. Who wouldn't on a day like this? If Jolyne's anything like her father in the future, she'll be one of those students. Fun.

An hour later, you were laying on the blanket you had set out, watching as Jolyne was splashing in the water pretending to be a mermaid while Jotaro lovingly amused her. After a few more minutes of messing around, he picked up the girl effortlessly so they could get some nutrition into their system and reapply some sunscreen.

Happily, you handed out their food. You contemplated tying your daughter down so she didn't run with food in her mouth, but she finally calmed down enough to eat as civilised as a small child could. She finished her sandwich surprisingly quickly and immediately got up to run towards the sea... but Jotaro had much quicker reflexes and was able to grab her arm, sitting her down again.

"Let your food settle first, Jojo." He lightly scolded. "Here, drink this." Swiftly, he handed her a small bottle of water for her to sip while you both finished your lunches.

"I'll go with her this time, sweetheart. You already look worn out," you remarked, and laughed, with no real malice in your voice.

"Wow, my hero." Jotaro deadpanned, making you snort in response. "Just be safe."

"We will, stop worrying so much, hun."

He rolled his eyes, but you both knew that deep down his heart skipped a beat whenever you used a term of endearment.

----

Many hours later, Jolyne found herself walking in between her parents. Her left hand was occupied with her father's right hand, while her own right hand was in her mother's left hand. Occasionally, you and Jotaro swung her forward gently. It was just enough to keep her awake until you reached the car.

He carefully set her down in her booster seat at the back and buckled her in as she clutched her dolphin plushie she brought with her everywhere.

You got into the passenger seat as your husband had offered to drive home, knowing you'd be a little sleepy yourself. When he got around to finally sitting in the driver seat and seat belting himself, he looked back at Jolyne to make sure she was okay and found out she was fast asleep against the confines of her seat. He then looked at you, meeting your eyes, his gaze softening even more. The two of you slowly leaned in, tilting your heads, and sharing a slow, passionate kiss.

He's a man of few words, so he often shows his affection through physical touch or acts of service.

"Thank you for today, my love." He mumbled with a hand on your face, like you had done earlier this morning.

"No, thank you, honey." You smiled back up at him, using a sickeningly-sweet nickname.

"Tch, whatever." He kissed you on your forehead before pulling away and starting up the car, you simply chuckled in response.

Jolyne could be a handful at times, especially when she's hyper, and Jotaro often struggled with his emotions, but you all had each other and that's what matters.

"Jotaro-san!? Please, come quickly! It's... (Y/N)!"

He replayed the same words in his head over and over as he immediately stopped whatever he was doing, those panicked words haunting him. Replaying. Over and over.

"What's wrong?"

He replayed the worry and sheer panic laced in the boy's voice.

"(Y/N), she- she got hurt!"

He replayed Koichi's rambling, how he didn't know what to do, how worried he was, how he was apologising for letting this happen to Jotaro's beloved wife.

"Where is she now, Koichi!?"

There was a beat of silence, then the short stack of a student revealed she hospitalised. Jotaro was sure he felt his blood boil. Blood becoming lava in his body, a volcano about to erupt any second, steam practically shooting out of his ears.

If the hospital doors weren't automatic, they would have been taken off their hinges.

He demanded to know where his wife was. He demanded to know what happened to her and how it happened. He demanded to know who committed the crime and why they would do such a heinous act.

"Please, calm down, Mr. Kujo." That was the nurse's first mistake. "Follow me, there is a boy already waiting for her."

He followed her, but not without letting his anger become known. "Calm down?" He echoed, "how the hell do you expect me to calm down when I receive a call from a first-year high school student, telling me my wife has been injured and hospitalised!?"

"I apologise, I understand-"

"No you don't."

"Mr. Kujo, please-"

"It's Dr. Kujo. I worked hard for that PhD."

He was reeling. Every little mistake was adding fuel to the flame, and that flame was about to burn that criminal to the ground.

"My mistake, Dr. Kujo." The nurse began as they stepped inside an elevator. "Your wife had been shot at, she moved but the bullet still grazed her arm. It took quite a bit of blood out of her, thankfully that boy was quick to call an ambulance so she isn't in any danger. However, the culprit is nowhere to be seen." She explained to him as calmly as possible, the faint fear he had heard in her voice was not out of fear for (Y/N), but rather the fear of what Jotaro can and will do.

"I'll beat that bastard to a bloody pulp as soon as I get my hands on him." He heard the, now slightly panicking, nurse audibly gulp at his declaration.

"Her room is 111," she noted. The marine biologist was gone faster than she could blink.

Much like the doors at the hospital's entrance, her room door was nearly taken off at the hinges with the way he barged in.

"(Y/N)!"

"Jotaro..." Happiness washed over your body and relief was evident on your face, as you sunk further into the wall of pillows that was keeping you sitting upright, at the sight of your husband.

He immediately took your hand in his, gripping it firmly. His gaze softened as his alluring aqua eyes got lost in your equally admirable eyes.

"You said you would take care of yourself," he commented. Finally breaking the stare and awkward silence, after what felt like an eternity. His attention turning towards the bandages that covered your wound.

"I did," you began. Jotaro's head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours once more.

"Last time I checked, getting shot isn't taking care of yourself!" He shouted, though this wasn't out of anger. No. There was worry stitched in his words, but more importantly... there was fear. Fear that he could have lost you. Fear of what could have happened had Koichi not been there. Fear of what could have happened if the bullet hit something vital.

"Well, I didn't exactly plan on getting shot when I saw your oh-so-reliable Koichi outside the shop I was in."

"You're lucky he was around to get you medical attention, (Y/N)!" There was a hint of anger to his words again.

"Even if he wasn't, I know how to call an ambulance. I'm not that senseless." You commented back, feeling almost insulted.

"What if he hit something vital? Then what?" He didn't give you enough time to respond. One rhetorical question after another. "What if you lost too much blood? What if he paralysed you? What if he finished you off then and there!? God forbid, what if he plans on coming back-"

Getting tired of his scolding, you leaned forward and kissed him. It was passionate, but at the same time it conveyed all your emotions. It brought the man back to his senses, reassuring him that you were going to be ok and that you were alive. You were here with him, sitting in the uncomfortable plastic that was supposed to be called a bed, while he sat across from you in an even more unsettling, worn down, plastic chair.

Jotaro slowly brought one hand to the back of your head, deepening the kiss, while the other squeezed your hand. Doing this, he heard the heart monitor's beeping quicken. He would be lying if he said his heart didn't melt at the effect his kissing back had on you. Though he'd never admit it.

When he finally broke away, it felt like Star Platinum had used his time-stopping ability on his heart.

Your innocent and loving eyes looked so exhausted, yet you still stared back at your husband with care. Your hair was messy as you hadn't had a chance to tidy yourself up, but you still looked as beautiful as the day he met you.

"(Y/N), listen... I'm sorry." His voice wavered as he looked down once more, only to have your hand cup his cheek and tilt his head back up.

"For what, love?" The sudden term of endearment made his heart burst.

"I should have been there! I could have protected you from this in the first place."

"Hey! Don't do that." You began, "neither of us knew some crazy guy with violent tendencies would be on the loose and in the same area when I went to the shop. Please don't beat yourself up over this."

"That's... easier said than done, baby." Now it was your turn to feel your heart beat out of your chest.

"I know, Jojo. I know." Your angelic voice fell on emotional ears. He buried his face in your neck, somewhat fatigued.

"I love you... so much, (Y/N)." He murmured against your soft skin, draping an arm over your waist, while you calmly played with his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

PT.1 : PHANTOM BLOOD

Dio Brando

Talking to The Moon

PT.2 : BATTLE TENDENCY

Joseph Joestar

Totally Not

Caesar Zeppeli

HCs: HAVING A NON-BINARY S.O

"That could be us."

Tired, Are We?

Famiglia

Forever

Birthday Boy

HCs: HAVING A NON-BINARY S.O

Suzie Q

Prom Night

PT.3 : STARDUST CRUSADERS

Jotaro Kujo

Afar: Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3

Mistaken: Part 1 ☆ Part 2

Prom

HCs: HAVING A PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE GF

HCs: HAVING A NON-BINARY S.O

HCs: BEING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HIS S.O

The Family: Part 1 ☆ Part 2

Noriaki Kakyoin

Sonder

Never Again

Nights Like This

HCs: HAVING A NON-BINARY S.O

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Silver Knight

One Last Time

PT.4 : DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE

Josuke Higashikata

Apologies

HCs: HAVING A NON-BINARY S.O

Okuyasu Nijimura

Just The Way You Are

Jotaro Kujo

Volcano

Happy Little Family

Happy Medium-Sized Family: Part 1 | Part 2

Insecurities

HCs: DEALING WITH JEALOUSY

PT. 5 : VENTO AUREO

Giorno Giovanna

One Hell of a Nightmare

HCs: CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND

PT. 6 : STONE OCEAN

It was a beautiful day in Rome, as usual, and you were sat on a wooden bench in your garden, watching your three children play and waiting for your husband to return from his outing with his best friend.

Leonardo, your oldest son of six years, was pretending to be a king in their tree house. It was built for all of them, but he spent the most time in it as he was the only one who could properly climb and often wanted to get away from his younger siblings.

Zaccaria, the middle child that was four years old, was playing along with his older brother. He couldn't climb that high yet, so he pretended to be a dragon that was threatening to burn it down...only he had some sticks, not fire. Had it been fire you would have intervened. Obviously.

Dafne, your youngest child and only daughter of two years old, was sat on the grass next to you and drawing as best as her little toddler hands would let her.

"Mama! Look what I did!" Speaking of the girl, she got your attention and pointed to the piece of paper she was drawing on. "It's you and papa!"

"Aww, it's amazing honey," you complimented her new work of art and offered her a warm smile. Granted, it wasn't actually that good but you weren't about to break the girls heart. Plus, it had sentimental value and shows how much she loves her parents. How adorable.

"When is papa home?" She titled her head, looking like a curious puppy.

"Very soon, hun. You should show him the drawing when he does get back," you suggested.

"What drawing would that be?" Right on cue, your giant of a husband emerged from the kitchen door.

Dafne yelled in excitement: she always preferred spending time with her father, not that you minded. It was very entertaining to watch the Caesar Zeppeli endure his youngest child climb all over him, as he was a mountain in comparison to the tiny two-year-old. She would often fall asleep in her father's arms. He might not admit it, but you as his wife and his children are his weaknesses. If one of his children want something, he'll end up giving in and giving it to them.

"Papa!" She got up and ran as fast as she could towards him. When she reached him, he picked her up and spun her around in a delicate hug.

"Padre's home!" Leo shouted, finally declining from the treehouse with a grin that stretched to his ears. 

"Welcome home, darling." You stood on your tip-toes to peck your husband's cheek, earning a simultaneous 'eww!' from your children. Their reaction only made you and Caesar laugh.

"What have you all been up to today?" He asked, his radiant smile growing wider in the comfort of his own family.

At his words, your daughter wiggled to get out of his grip and find the drawing she had just made for the two of you. Meanwhile, Leo and Zac were telling their game of pretend like a real story. They even provided their sticks for swords as evidence, complete with dramatic actions that they thought were awesome.

"Papa, look!" Dafne regained her father's attention with a shout.

Already knowing what she wanted to show him, you said, "I think she has something for you."

Caesar looked at you with an amused expression, then looked down at his daughter to see for himself. "What is it, piccola farfalla?"

"This!" She shoved the piece of paper into his much larger hands.

Trying his best not to accidentally tear or crumple the paper, he gently took it from his daughter's tiny hands and analysed it, immediately recognising it as a drawing of himself and his beloved wife. What mainly gave it away was the headband he still wore sometimes, along with the bubbles surrounding the two of you, and the giant red heart in between the sticks figures.

He stood there for what felt like a while. In reality, it was only around thirty seconds. While your husband was near having a heart attack, the rest of you stood there silently waiting for him to say something, anything.

"This- this is so cute! Thank you, Dafne."

Her innocent and starry-eyed expression only made his heart swell more.

“These kids are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, leaning down to rest his heavy head on your shoulder. 

You chuckled softly and kissed his temple, taking in the sweet scent of his blonde hair. “Always so dramatic.”

----

Later on, after dinner, it was still fairly bright outside despite the sun setting as it was the middle of summer. You decided to take a stroll in a nearby public park with your husband and children. 

Of course, the boys being boys they insisted on bringing their toy swords with them to continue their game of make-believe... or to find an excuse to hit each other. You initially said no, but Caesar allowed it considering his aforementioned weakness.

You were carrying Dafne on your hip as she got tired surprisingly quickly when you noticed Zac was lagging behind his brother, his small feet dragging on the ground as his back was slumped. You exchanged a concerned look with your husband when you both realised the four-year-old was muttering and ranting to himself, his fake wooden sword dragging just behind his feet making a scraping noise. 

Caesar realised you were still carrying your only daughter, so he easily caught up with the middle child. “You ok there, Zac?” 

“No,” he whined. “Papa, I’m tired. I wanna go home.” He stomped his foot and nearly fell over due to the quick movement and sudden impact.

"Aw, come here, cicalone." He crouched and gestured for the child to get on his back. Zac complied, but not without continuing to mumble to himself and earning a fond laugh from the both of you. 

He soon fell asleep on his father’s back as the calm, subtle movement and the ambience of the peaceful park was able to lull him. If his fluttering eyes wasn’t enough to show he was dreaming, the senseless smile that was large enough to display his dimples was enough evidence. 

You drank in the sight of your son on your husband’s back: you couldn’t be more grateful to be married to Caesar. Not only is he such a nurturing father, he’s also a loving husband. He would do anything for you and your children. You were glad he’s able to be the father he needed when he was younger, and that your children are growing up in a healthy household. 

“What are you staring at, tesoro?” His gentle voice made you realise you were staring for a while.

“Am I not allowed to admire my family?” 

“Ever the romantic.”

“Don’t act like you’re not. Remember when we first met?” You began, taking note of the subtle blush forming in his defined cheeks. “The letters, the flowers, the jewellery-”

“It obviously worked, didn’t it?” He cut you off with a low voice, smirking, briefly displaying his hand that carried his wedding band. Forever a reminder of one of the happiest days of your lives. 

“Of course it did. How could I resist a man like yourself?” You got unbearably close to his face.

“You tell me, cara mia.”

You both leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss... until you heard a loud ‘eww’ from underneath you. Oh right. You forgot you were still carrying your daughter, who was still awake. How her exclamation didn’t wake up her fast asleep brother was beyond you, but it did gain the attention of Leo who was walking slightly ahead.

He turned around and realised so he also decided to yell out of childish disgust. "Schifoso!"

He took after his father a lot, and those similarities included comments in Italian. Leo was always looking for ways to impress his dad so he would often speak in Italian and find a new word almost every day.

"Just like your mother: dramatic." Caesar joked.

"Hey!"

Your son only rolled his eyes at this interaction and continued walking. He might seem annoyed, but deep down it warmed his heart knowing his parents were happy. That's all any of you needed: for each other to be happy.

----

"Goodnight, mama."

"Goodnight, Dafne. Sweet dreams," you whispered after turning on your daughter's lamp as she couldn't sleep without a light on just yet.

You kissed her forehead as she snuggled further into her soft blanket. Most of her face was covered, but you could tell she was content.

Walking out, you crossed paths with Leo who had just finished brushing his teeth. That was another trait he inherited from his father: independence. As soon as he learned how to do something by himself, he would never ask for help. You were proud to have a capable son at such a young age, but he ended up inheriting his father's stubbornness. Sometimes, you wish he'd ask for help when he needed.

"Goodnight, Leo." You pulled him into a warm, motherly hug and kissed his forehead like you did with your daughter.

"G'night, mama." He rubbed his eyes and yawned before retreating to his bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You smiled fondly before walking to Zac's bedroom. He was already asleep as your husband had tucked him in, but you still wished him goodnight.

Finally making your way to your shared bedroom, you spotted Caesar already in bed and waiting for you. He was stretched across his side of the bed, the moonlight perfectly illuminating his god-like features. You weren't sure what you had done to make him fall for you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Why would you?

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, a smile forming at the sight of his gorgeous wife. The way the moonlight reflected in your eyes, your figure being lit up by the full moon as your features were seemingly more angelic than usual.

"Come warm me up, mia carissima moglie." He mumbled.

"As you wish, bello." It was momentary, but you noticed how he froze up at the Italian nickname. Is this how you felt every time he spoke in his mother tongue towards you?

"Good girl." Now it was your turn to freeze up, earning a laugh from your smug husband.

Wordlessly, you got into bed and nuzzled into your husband's side, your arm resting on his chest while your leg was thrown over his vast figure. Your head rested in the crook of his neck.

You looked up at him, meeting his emerald eyes, and kissed him on the cheek. However, he wasn't satisfied so he gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head and bringing it closer to his. He rested his forehead against yours, before kissing you slowly. It was full of passion and unspoken words, sometimes actions spoke louder than words and this was one of those times.

You didn't want to, but you had to pull away for air.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)." He muttered, still sweetly holding your face in his calloused hand.

"I love you so much too, Caesar." You smiled despite feeling like putty in his hands.

"The way you say my name is dangerous, tesoro."

"Go to bed."

----

"Mama, papa! Help!" Those words would alarm any sane parent.

"Zac's on the floor and he's not waking up!" Panic was evident in Leo's voice, he was only six years old so how was he supposed to help his four-year-old brother? He didn't know what to do! He didn't know what was even happening. Why was he on the floor? Why was he breathing so quickly? Why was this happening? He doesn't recall this happening to him, or his parents, for that matter.

Of course, you and your husband were up in a flash to see for yourself what happened. When you reached his room it finally hit you what was happening: he was having a nightmare, and for the first time no less.

The thud that sounded through the house had woken up Dafne, and being the curious toddler she is, she wanted to see what was happening.

"Mama and papa were gone," he cried. His tears shattered your heart, so you wiped them away and reassured him that you and Caesar weren't leaving anytime soon.

When you were able to calm him down from the shock and the adrenaline, you suggested letting him sleep in your bed so he'd feel safe.

You went to say goodnight to your children once more, but Leo and Dafne were exchanging awkward looks.

"Do you want to sleep in our bed too?" You asked, knowing full well that they were jealous. A trait they had all picked up from both you and your husband.

They nodded their heads slowly, almost embarrassed.

"Come on then." You opened the door wider so they could get in. They were quick to get comfortable between their guardians.

"Buonanotte, famiglia." Caesar mumbled. You could barely see him, but you could definitely hear the grin in his voice.

"Goodnight!"