JJBA one shots

(NSFW) DIO + Jotaro-- Reunion

In which Dio and Jotaro reunite with you.

Female reader struggling w mental issues- hurt/comfort

I am obsessed with hurt comfort

NSFW

(Also you guys I have a chronic illness and my brain is constantly in jambles. So I apologize if the story seems messed up or has rough transitions- my brain has difficulty connecting things due to this illness so my apologies 😭 <\3)
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I hear myself calling the name of a man. Through the flames, I see his blonde waves frizzing from the heat. Pale skin glowing, fire-lit.

And my voice is swallowed by a fiery roar.

The name I call again.

A yell of terror behind me diverts my attention.

I'm screaming now, another name I don't recall. My usual composed exterior is chipped away. The sea of fire vores this man- tan skin, hat, ravenette.

My head whiplashes in front of me again.

A mass of thrashing, noosed with smoke, is the last thing I see.

***

The memories woke me up.

So here I am, brows knit, gritting flashbacks in my teeth. Downing spirit, as my soul quicksands into black tar. Downing spirit, as white alcohol burns down my throat.

"Another one, please," I chirp out in a slurry.

The owner looks at me. I follow his eyes, landing on my eight shot glasses.

"If you need someone," his gaze of concern etches into me. "I'm here.."

My head heaves at his compassion. I leave a hundred dollar tip, stumble out the door. My hand caresses building walls, keeping me upright. Somehow, I find myself facing a creaking, peeling shop. Neon letters outline 'OPEN', flashing in pulses through a water-stained window.

Inside, a faint buzz of warmth embrace my senses. The chatter, just above the flatline vibration of air conditioning, dies down as I intrude their bask of orange-lit comfort. Through their eyes, I must look psychotic. I chuckle under my breath. The shop's glass-protected fireplace flickers my silhouette.

A man, half a head shorter, appears in my line of sight. He words 'you're scaring my customers away, get out of my shop' as a sharp "Can I help you?" His disgust seeps into my clothing as he eyes me head-to-toe.

"No," I smile, tripping over myself, turning my back. Stares of revulsion soak me in limelight, dimming as I contact eyes with their respective owners. My feet drag me, slugging towards the exit. The door opens with a ding.

My hands once again rummage the air for any source of stability. Nothing. So my knees buckle under drunken pressure, and I see black.

***

"Jotaro.."

Jotaro...? I pry open my weary eyelids.

"Dio!"

Dio?...

The names resonate with my mind.

My muscles scream as I force my limbs to coordinate. The distant echoes of two men shouting jostle my brain, replacing waking's hazy afterglow with an axe split through my head. With each heartbeat, pain travels through my veins, circulating my body.