Who says Jotaro can’t be both a yandere and a soft boi??? I say they can both exist, and if you say otherwise, idc. U don’t pay my rent. Sorry that there’s like a billion different scene and perspective changes here. Hopefully it’s not too obnoxious or jarring.
Also, just a foreword: Everyone has a different headcanon when it comes to Stands. “My” Star Platinum may not act like “your” Star Platinum, and that’s OK. Cool? Cool. Glad we had this talk.
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You couldn’t lie, you’d definitely made the right choice when you volunteered to help Holly, Suzi, and even Rosas in the kitchen. The two women and their Butler were so lively, full of a fun energy that you could only imagine made even the simplest of tasks fun; motherly magic, perhaps. You hadn’t counted on this turning into a reconnaissance mission of sorts, but you did learn some Jotaro facts as you helped in the kitchen. He liked old western movies, acting out scenes with his grandpa when he was young, he’s an avid fan of sumo wrestling, and despite his lack of attendance, he got high grades, aiming to become a marine biologist, which you supposed wasn’t all that surprising. You also learned that he was no cook. Poor Holly candidly telling you how terrible some of her Mother’s Day breakfasts were in the past. The two women joked that if he had any hopes of eating a decent meal in the future, he’d have to find a wife or girlfriend to assist in that department. Suzi then proceeded to ask if you were a good cook as well as volunteer Holly as a teacher if needed; that good ol’ Joestar subtlety shining bright. There was laughter from the other room, making you glad that they were having a good time, not having to worry about yourself feeling intrusive or the possibility of Jotaro stifling himself around his friends.
Dinner was quite pleasant, to say the least. You’d once again taken a seat next to Jotaro, Noriaki on your other side. Before taking his rightful spot in his “owner's” lap, owner being only a relative term as it didn’t seem like anyone actually owned Iggy, he stopped by you. Your shoulders rose, tense from trepidation as he approached, Jotaro keeping a watchful eye on him. You reached a hand out, palm facing up, the dog lazily looking your hand over. He didn’t sniff it like a normal dog likely would, instead just traced your hand with his eyes, up your arm until his eyes met yours, giving you a disinterested look before he wheeled by. Avdol did as he did earlier that day, taking off Iggy’s little harness before he climbed into the dark skinned man’s lap. It wasn’t exactly a victory, but it was at least something. Better than the barking and growling Iggy you’d met when you’d first arrived.
Most of the awkwardness was absorbed by humorous stories of times past, even you joining in as you told stories from your youth or funny embarrassing times. The men were all rather charming and engaging in their own ways, Polnareff taking the mantle as ‘the charming one’, Joseph, as opposed to tradition, passed the role of ‘the wise one’ more so to Avdol, while Joseph acted as ‘the entertainer’. Jotaro and Noriaki played their usual roles of opposites, Jotaro being the quiet bad-boy and Noriaki his more friendly best friend. You couldn’t help but feel as though there was something off though, while it wasn’t abnormal for Jotaro to be quiet, you felt as though there was something on his mind. You got the feeling that the men in the group, save Rosas who had been in the kitchen with you, Holly, and Suzi, knew something was up. You watched their eyes, essentially sending unspoken messages to one another through subtle looks; you and (B/f) could communicate in the same fashion, knowing one another well enough to usually know what the other is thinking.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t universal, so for all you know they could be telling one another their underwear is showing. After dinner you all congregated into the sitting room once more, essentially biding the time until it was time to start counting down until midnight.
There was a small gift exchange, Noriaki having brought gifts for the other men, their kind words of appreciation causing his ears to turn a share of red a few shades shy of his hair. While the men were busy opening gifts, you pulled out your phone as you cuddled with the kotatsu comforter, wondering if you paid rent if you could live under it for the rest of your life. (B/f) had sent you some messages, asking how things were going, to which you gave a simple response to, knowing that you’d give her all the details about Jojo’s bizarre company next time you see her. You started a new message, setting the recipient to Leon, wishing him a Happy New Year as you usually did so you wouldn’t forget later on.
“Oil?” Avdol asked, his head cant to the side as he held up a small vial in his gloved hand. As if on cue, Polnareff held up one out of his own box, visually confused as well. Joseph looked over at the bottles, eyes lighting up in recognition, “It’s a machine oil. I use it on my hand.” You tuned back into the conversation, replaying the last statement in your head. Machine oil? On his hand? Surely you’d heard wrong. Joseph wiggled his gloved hand as if he was demonstrating something, though you had no idea what.
“I remember seeing Mister Joestar using it,” Noriaki explained, “useful for the joints.” Joseph motioned for Polnareff to hand him the bottle, as well as has for his hand, the one with the mechanical fingers. He showed the younger man how and where exactly to apply the oil, making you wonder if his and Avdol’s gloves were more than simply an aesthetic choice. “I used to have to oil my old hand frequently, but since I got a newer model it doesn’t stick as often, until you get sand in the joints.” He joked, accompanied by an exuberant laugh. It was almost absurd to you how casually they spoke, as if they were discussing car models as opposed to hands. You supposed that you shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore when it came to this family.
Joseph’s phone began ringing, the man passively looking at it for a second before his eyes widened, a huge grin spreading over his face as he stood up, stepping out of the room to take the call. “Happy New Year, you old geezer!” You couldn’t help but jump a bit as he boisterously laughed from the hall, making you feel for whoever’s ear was on the receiving end. The conversation seemed to fade from earshot, Joseph probably casually pacing around as he talked, a habit you yourself had when on the phone with (B/f).
“One of the old man’s good friends.” Jotaro said from beside you, answering your unasked question of who that could be. As everyone was more-or-less busy with their own conversations, you took the moment to look up at Jotaro, his aqua eyes glancing down to meet your own. “Everything alright?” You asked, keeping your tone warm and inviting in case there was something bothering him, patting his knee under the kotatsu. You felt your hand being grabbed by his larger one, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gave a curt nod and looked away from you, clearly not wanting to speak about it. You nearly pressed the subject again, but was interrupted by your phone. You gave his hand a quick squeeze before slipping yours away to retrieve your phone, a message from Leon awaiting you.
‘Yo, (Y/n), Happy New Year! You out tonight or are you home?’
‘I’m out with friends, but I don’t plan on staying out too late.’ You replied, hoping that he didn’t question what anonymous friends you were referring to.
His reply was quick as always, ‘Be safe out there, there’s some real creeps out tonight.’ You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to poke fun at him.
‘So, I’m assuming that means you’re out tonight? lol.’
‘That’s right, gurl. I’m outside your window, where u at?’ You snorted quietly, rolling your eyes at his typical banter, gaining the attention of Jotaro, who didn’t seem keen on playing third wheel between you and your phone.
“Who is that?” He asked, curiously peering down, probably not liking the messages should he have seen them. You placed your phone down, placing your hand back in his, “Leon.” You didn’t have to be looking at him to know he gave your phone a look of disfavor, as if it was some sort of effigy for Leon. “What does he want?“ Jotaro’s tone was acerbic, using his free hand to pull his hat down as if to hide his own disesteem for your friendship with Leon.
“He just said Happy New Year and to be safe out tonight.” You said, trying to quell his fears of whatever, be it jealousy or the idea of Leon trying to turn you against him, neither of which should be a concern of his. “Safe?” He echoed, as if it was some sort of insult to himself, as if Leon had somehow insinuated that Jotaro was somehow unsafe. Not that Leon even knew who you were with. You rubbed the back of his knuckle with your thumb, trying to placate him. “It’s just Leon being Leon, he’s just,” You waved your free hand, looking for a fitting adjective, “protective, I guess.” You shrugged a bit as your tone tilted towards the end, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
“What, and I’m not?” You blinked, reminded of a pouting child, his eyes looking away from your own, ego bruised apparently.
“I never said that.” You said softly, grateful that everyone in the room was preoccupied with one another at the moment as you gently leaned against his arm, feeling his shoulders relax. He snorted, “Protective, tch, Caldwell couldn’t protect himself from his own shadow.” You rolled your eyes at the testosterone-laden response, as if he has to verbally confirm that he was stronger than the other male in your life. After a few moments, you could hear Joseph coming back down the hall, shifting yourself away from Jotaro’s side as he entered the room.
*~*~*~*~*
Your words unknowingly struck a cord with him.
He already worried about your well-being in general, but hearing even someone as useless as Leon Caldwell chide you on staying safe did nothing for his mood. He could agree with Caldwell about one thing though, it wasn’t safe out there.
Truth be told, he was frightened. While he was confident in his and Star Platinum’s abilities, it didn’t soothe his fears in knowing that there were more Stand users out there looking for them. In a physical fight, Jotaro knew he could win, even without his Stand, he could beat the shit out of anyone. Stands weren’t usually so straightforward though, always having some sort of trick he needed to figure out before then understanding how to beat them. There was a sick feeling in his stomach as he recalled the intense feelings of rage as well as fear he’d felt when fighting Stands that inflicted damage on his loved ones or even innocent people. The hand not holding yours clenched against his pant leg as he recalled his fight with Steely Dan and his Stand, The Lovers. A disgusting cocktail of hatred, vulnerability, and fear was still present in his mind when he thought back to that day. His mind twisted against him, his grandpa instead replaced by you rising to his mind unbidden, your face contorted in pain from something you couldn’t even see.
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as images flashed through his mind. Late nights in hotel rooms, the bathrooms stained with blood as everyone patched up one another, so many close calls. He nearly lost everything; everyone. Sleepless nights abroad had turned into sleepless nights here at home, nightmares relating to different fights, an aftermath that Jotaro wasn’t sure would ever really secede from his life. He’d defeated Dio, and yet, he haunted Jotaro endlessly, the dark haired teen forced to watch as his grandfather lie bleeding on the sidewalk, the light in his usually jovial green eyes fading over and over again, night after night.
He subtly shook his head, catching a questioning look from you. He gave you a reassuring look in response before looking away, his brooding gaze looking over his happy companions, all of them smiling and talking with each other and the Joestar matriarchs. He managed to save everyone, and while they all barred scars and then some, they were alive. He could protect you, just as he had protected his family and friends. Him and Star Platinum were capable of keeping you safe.
~*~*~*~*~
Leaving was never an easy task, but leaving the Kujo residence at night was apparently a bigger deal than one would imagine. At first, there were cries of protest, telling you that it was too early, being that it wasn’t even midnight yet. Then, opposite of that logic, several pointed out that it was dangerous to go out this late. Rosas had retired for the night, an early-to-bed-early-to-rise habitual man. Polnareff, ever so politely offered to take you home, only for Avdol, once more the voice of reason in the group, to remind him that he had no car, nor any idea of where he even was; he’d taken a taxi here. The silver hair man sheepishly rubbed his upper arm as his valiant escort mission was shot down. You thanked him for the kind thought anyway, which he seemed to perk up at.
“I’ll see you to the door.” Jotaro said as you stood. You didn’t have to look to know that there were glances exchanged, knowing smiles between the adults, as they watched the two of you. Giving his grandson a wink while you weren’t looking, Joseph began telling one of his zany stories, taking the attention off you two, thankfully. Something about him having to infiltrate some place while in Mexico. As you made your way further down the hall, his voice became more distant, and yet you somehow were able to pick out the words ‘tequila’ and ‘crossdressing’ which you raised a brow to as you slipped your shoes on; you were curious, but weren’t willing to ask.
“I don’t like you walking home in the dark.” Jotaro said as he closed the front door behind the two of you, allowing you a semblance of privacy. He sighed, voice dropping to a more softer timbre, “You can always stay here.”
“I told my parents I would be home tonight.” Not even the great Jotaro Kujo could stand a chance against the wrath of parental guidance. You reached up, gently hooking your index finger around the chain on his jacket, drawing him down, wondering if that was what had been bothering him all night. “I’ll be sure to text you when I get home.” You said, already knowing that he’d demand it of you anyway, giving him a gentle kiss to help dispel any fears he may have of the boogieman getting you. You’d walked from (B/f) to your house many a time and will continue to do so, boyfriend or not. It was only a few blocks.
“I’m serious, (Y/n). It’s dangerous.” There was something in his voice that told you that he was worried about more than just a few possibly rowdy passersby’s heckling you. His eyes held a similar gaze to the other night, when he’d woken from his nightmare. “Jotaro,” Your hand dropped the gold chain, the metal glittering in the light as it swayed, bringing both hands up to cup his face, “It’s fine, I promise I’ll get home safe.”
His eyes narrowed as if he could read your exasperation for his concerns in your tone, pulling himself away from your hands as he straightened up to his full height, his arms crossed, “I’m just being protective.” He said, as he mimicked your own words from earlier, sounding as though he was still vexed by some make-believe insinuation of himself not being safe by Leon. You rolled your eyes as your arms came to wrap themselves around his broad torso, your cheek resting against his chest as his arms seemed unable to resist wrapping around your smaller form, “I know, Jojo. You’re my huckleberry.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled noise he made, probably making a vow to never allow you, his mother, and grandmother to be left unattended again.
(Author’s note: “I’m your huckleberry” is a famous line said by Doc Holliday in the movie Tombstone. Essentially equating to “I’m the guy for the job”.)
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You were trying your best to focus on your school assignment, trying being the key word as school was the last thing you cared about at the moment. (B/f) was right though, you did have a paper due, and you may as well get a head start on it so you wouldn’t have to do all of it the night before it’s due; just some of it.
Your phone went off, drawing your attention away from the book page that you’d been reading, having to re-read it a few times just to get the gears in your brain moving enough to try and retain what you’d just read.
‘I need you to come over.’ You sighed heavily. It was Jotaro. In a perfect world, you would have happily skipped on over to see what he needed, but in this world, you had several obstructions in doing so. One being that, for once in your life, you were busy doing school work without any outside influences pressuring you into doing so; a miracle in it’s own right, honestly. Also, you were more-or-less running out of free passes under the façade of visiting (B/f). Of course, you visited (B/f) a good amount, but you’d just “visited (B/f)’s”, aka: went to Jotaro’s, just a few days ago, you knew your parents would likely find it suspicious that you keep going to “her” house as opposed to alternating houses as you usually did.
‘Jojo, I can’t right now. You’ll see me all next week at school.’ You said, hoping that that answer would suffice for him.
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Jotaro’s eyes narrowed at your answer, jaw clenched. He’d been on edge since Avdol had spoken to him. The weight of telling you about Star Platinum weighing heavily on him, sleep evading him even due to his own anxieties about the choice. It was his instinct to guard you from everything Stand related, lock you out of that part of his life, for your own safety. He knew that the Egyptian man was right though, as he usually was. He couldn’t just keep that part of his life a secret, it was hard enough for him to keep Star Platinum contained around you. You certainly weren’t oblivious to the ghostly hands around you, apparently comfortable enough to not outright panic at the touches. He had to get it over with, the sooner the better for him. He’d tried several times before to summon up the courage to ask you over and now that he did so he wasn’t going to let it go to waste, he was going to tell you now.
‘No.’ He text back, frustrated more so with himself and his predicament than your answer. ‘It’s important.’ He added on a few seconds later, he knew that luring you under the guise of something being of the utmost importance wasn’t exactly the best way to handle things, but it was important. His Stand watched from over his shoulder, no indication of if he could comprehend the words on the small screen, but he certainly was picking up Jotaro’s emotions. A frown graced the Stand’s face, essentially emoting for the broody teen, as he watched Jotaro pace his room. He waited a for a few tense moments, his phone lighting up with your response, his stomach flipping when you replied that you’d be there in a bit. He sat on his bed with a heavy sigh, the courage he’d summoned beginning to wane, a muscular purple arm coming around to comfort the teen.
*~*~*~*~*
You left your house under the excuse of going to the arcade, promising yourself that this was the last time you’d do this, feeling guilty when your dad offered you a few dollars for games and whatnot. The walk was just as it had been a few days ago, a few stores having started removing their Christmas décor this time.
You anxiously stood on the porch, wondering both who would be the door greeter this time as well as what was so important that you had to drop everything and head over. The icy tendrils of fear skittered down your spine as you hoped that Jotaro was alright and wasn’t injured or anything like that. The door unlocked, breaking you from your thoughts, Jotaro standing there, thankfully uninjured from what you could tell. Uninjured, but there was definitely something up. He looked tired.
“You alright?” You asked, concern heavy in your voice as your eyebrows knit together with worry.
“I’m fine,” He answered, his eyes unable to meet your own as he moved slightly aside for you to come in. You sidled by him, noting that the house was quiet, “Where is everyone?”
“The old man took Grandma Suzi and mom out for the day.” He explained as you took off your shoes, the tall teen leading the way to his room. You raised a brow but said nothing, Joseph seemed very much like a man who very much enjoyed spoiling his wife and daughter; probably his grandson too, but you doubt that Jotaro would admit to it. He allowed you to enter the room before he himself ducked inside, closing the door. There wasn’t anything off in the room, just typical Jotaro’s room, the only thing that seemed unusual was the bed wasn’t made, but then again yours usually wasn’t either.
“So,” You started, idly standing in the room that was becoming more and more familiar to you, “Um, what’s up?” You knew that there was no way to ask the question without it sounding awkward, your hands nervously fiddling with one another as you looked up at him. Whatever it was didn’t seem like it was urgent in any way judging by how he casually meandered past you to sit on the bed. There was definitely something wrong, likely having something to do with whatever was bothering him at the party, which would explain why he seemed so anxious, as its had several days to steep in his mind; something you yourself were more than familiar with.
Silence filled the room. Unable to bare just standing there, you decided to sir next to him, try and comfort him.
“Hey.” He finally spoke as you sat next to him, concerned as he looked away from you.
“Hey.” You replied softly, watching as his hands clenched into fists as he seemed to struggle to find the right words. You leaned forwards, trying to catch his eye, offering a gentle smile. You didn’t want to rush his words, allowing him to simply take his time. He swallowed hard, “Remember when I said I once thought I was possessed by an evil spirit?” He moved his head to look in front of him, his aqua colored eyes harboring a sort-of thousand-yard stare to them; struggling internally. You tried to keep calm, your inner alarm bells now sounding off. This was it. He was going to admit that his hat ghost had been an evil spirit all along and now he was going to sacrifice you. You pursed your lips, mind quickly coming up with a million scenarios as to why he was mentioning this, none of them being good.
He must have noticed that you shrank back a bit, now shifting his eyes down to you. “It’s not an evil spirit.” He reassured after a long pause, breaking you away from your current thoughts of if (B/f) would remember her vows to delete your browser history should anything happen to you or not. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while he rested his weight on the other, his elbow against his knee. “He is a spirit, but-“ You tried to keep an open mind, not judge, as you could imagine that revealing your personal poltergeist to your not-girlfriend probably wasn’t very easy, “He-“ His shoulders sagged as he looked to his side, opposite of you, clearly struggling. Was it over there? Was it always present? Could Jotaro see it? Was it able to manifest itself? So many questions buzzed in your mind, uncertain if you wanted to know the answer or just run.
“I-“ You swallowed thickly, now it was your turn to plan your next words, “I’ve felt it before, er, I think anyway.” You confessed, unsure if Jotaro had known or not, or if you were even helping this situation along with your words. Your shoulders were up by your ears in a defensive position, frightened by the uncertainty of everything, hands clenching the blue comforter under you. “Um, can- er, can you control it?” You asked, feeling odd about possibly talking about said poltergeist in front of it, if it was even here; this was all so confusing. Jotaro straightened back up, finally turning his upper body to face you. “Not at first.” That statement didn’t comfort you, but ghosts can’t hurt you, right? You thought back to the plethora of horror movies you’ve seen and immediately retracted your previous thought. “But, it’s different now.” He looked away once more, eyebrows furrowed, eyes gaining a sense of determination behind them.
He stood up suddenly, the movement causing you to jump a bit. “Stand up.” The tall teen said, causing you to simply blink in confusion at the command. “Wh-“ The question died on your lips as he seized your hand, hauling you to your feet with ease, mumbling a ‘just do it, idiot’ as you stumbled forwards a bit before catching your balance. You stood still, eyes wide as you looked to Jotaro, unsure of what to do or if the ghost, or whatever it may be, was nearby. Jotaro took a step back, “Hold out your hands.” He said, the tone in his voice was gentler this time, his eyes watching you, eyebrows knit with what looked like uncharacteristic concern. It worried you that he looked almost frightened, but you trusted him, or you convinced yourself you did in this moment; you were terrified, but his calm demeanor gave you some sort of hope that you weren’t about to die or be sacrificed. You slowly held your hands out in front of you, palms down, “Ok, now wh-“ For the second time your question got caught in your throat.
“O- oh, geeze.” You said, body tensing up as you felt the phantom hands circle your wrists, your hands instinctively curling into fists, trying to pull back a bit. The hold wasn’t tight or threatening in any way, simply holding firm against your pulling away, but it did frighten you. It wasn’t that it could touch you, this you already knew, but rather it was the general fear of the unknown; some spector you couldn’t see was sentient and able to touch you. You looked down, though unable to see anything, just watching your hands awkwardly just held out in front of you. The hands felt human enough, just as they always had when holding or touching you: no claws or scales or other foreign texture. Simply hands. You swallowed hard, unsure if it frightened you more not knowing what it looked like, or if you would be able to see it, knowing what it looked like. Did it have a whole body? Did it look like a monster? How did things get so bizarre?
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Jotaro watched, tense, and for once, frightened. Watching his Stand’s large hands hold the girl’s wrists, you dwarfed in every way compared to the fully manifested Star Platinum, both of you looking down at your hands. ‘Don’t hurt her. Be gentle.’ He spoke to himself, knowing that his Stand would understand somehow. He knew that his Stand would never hurt you, the opposite really, he would protect you just as he would protect anyone else Jotaro cares for, but it still frightened him to see the two of you interacting. Actually interacting, not just small touches and such from the Stand as he’d done in the past. Even Star Platinum looked nervous as he looked down at your much smaller form, the need to be gentle almost foreign to the Stand; he wasn’t sure if it was the Stand simply feeding off Jotaro’s emotions or if it was possible for Star Platinum to feel fully all on his own, separate from his master. Possibly even both. It was odd, how intimate this moment seemed, Jotaro essentially feeling as though he was showing you a piece of himself; in a way he was. What were you thinking? Were you frightened? Did Star Platinum’s hands make you feel safe as his own did?
“Um,” Jotaro watched as you moved one of your hands to tentatively rest on the phantom hand holding your other wrist, his Stand watching your movements with a child-like curiosity. The pads of your fingers lightly grazed the gold disks that adorned Star Platinum’s gloved hands, “S-so, is there anyway for me to see it-er, um, him?” You amended, looking over your shoulder at the dark-haired teen. He swallowed hard, eyes still on your hands. They looked so small, so fragile when compared to his Stand’s hands. Hands that have caused so much destruction in the past were now placid, relaxed under your touch, his normally tense gaze now soft and curious.
“No, only Stand users can see Stands.” He said as he finally shifted his gaze to your face, flicking briefly to Star Platinum’s face, before looking back to see a frown now on your lips. “So, there are others? Do other people have,” You paused for a moment, trying to find the proper wording, “ghost people?“ You asked, a hint of fear lacing your voice. Jotaro’s eyes flicked away for a moment, unsure of if he wanted to reveal that you’d spent New Years with a room full of Stand users, not wanting to out anyone. “Stands.” He corrected once he looked back at you, “Yes, there are other Stands and Stand users.” He said curtly, not wanting to delve into the past and current goings on at the moment. For now, he’d take things just one step at a time. He certainly wasn’t about to explain that the ghostly being before you was a powerful fighter, knowing that you were already frightened enough as it is just knowing that such things existed.
“So, I can’t see him.” He could hear the disappointment in your voice, “What about photographs or something?” Jotaro shook his head. You thought for a moment, looking back at the invisible person who simply watched you in silence, before turning back, a shy look over coming your features. “Hey, um, Jojo, could you maybe draw him?” He watched your hand trail further up, following the purple arm of his Stand, unknowingly tracing the golden line inlayed on the skin, your other still simply held before you, still being held by Star Platinum. He could feel your fingertips on his arm, just barely, the whisper of your skin on his own. Jotaro knew he could feel through his stand, he’d suffered many an injury through the sensation, but this was different. He could feel Star Platinum’s feelings, his feelings, your touch, it was overwhelming. Physically, in that moment he wasn’t close to you, he was a few feet away, but he could still feel you; emotionally, he’d never felt closer.
Jotaro’s ears turned red with embarrassment as he realized you were still awaiting an answer, having been caught staring “Yeah, I can do that.” He cleared his throat, turning to retrieve his sketchbook as he sat in his desk chair, making sure to face the two of you just for his own reassurance. He himself enjoyed drawing, using Star Platinum’s assistance only when he needed speed and absolute precision. For now, he’d simply draw Star Platinum, but he made a mental note to use the Stand to commit the whole scene to paper later. Jotaro’s sketchbook had a few drawings of you already, having used his Stand to essentially recreate private snapshots of moments shared. He began sketching, occasionally glancing up, not so much to assist in him drawing Star Platinum, but rather just out of genuine curiosity of how his Stand was reacting. Jotaro could feel your fingertips against his skin, or rather the Stand’s skin, your fingers pausing curiously as you felt the edge of the golden pauldron that adorned the Stand’s shoulder.
“He- he’s tall.” You said nervously, hand extended upwards in what to anyone else would look like midair. “Ora!” Star Platinum said proudly, chest puffed out, taking the statement as a compliment, seeing his physical prowess as an attribute in protecting his master. “Or, um, maybe he’s floating?” You said, sounding confused by it all. Jotaro hummed softly as his eyes flicked back down to the paper before him, “I suppose it’s both.” The Stand bent down, allowing you to reach his face more easily, encouraging you by bringing both your hands up to cup his cheeks, just as you had done to Jotaro the other night.
Your fingers traced the sharp angles of the purple Stand’s face, roughly mapping his features, trying to envision the features you felt. Jotaro’s skin tingled as your fingertips skirted along Star Platinum’s sharp jawline, feeling your way to the Stand’s disk-like ears. Jotaro was glad that you were facing away from him, his face turning red as he felt you tracing along the shell of his ears, apparently sensitive there. Out of impulse, his hands snapped to his ears, trying to brush away your phantom touch to no avail. Thankfully, it didn’t last long, his hands lowering back down to the paper in his lap, making a mental note to keep Star Platinum’s ears, as well as his own, away from your reach for now. A few moments of silence went by, Jotaro carrying on drawing. “Oh,” His pencil once more came to a halt, now second guessing this entire operation, as he felt his hair lightly tugged, face still aflame, “He- he has long hair.” Jotaro tried to concentrate, finding it hard with your hands brushing through Star Platinum’s silky strands, that somehow never seemed to tangle. Jotaro clenched his jaw as he subtly leaned into your second-hand touch, always enjoying the feeling; it was soothing to him, his mother having always fawned over his dark messy locks whilst growing up, running her hands through it whenever given an opportunity. Apparently his Stand felt the same about the gesture, pushing into your hands like a cat looking for attention. Half bent over, the purple skinned being gave a small pout when you withdrew you hands from him, much to Jotaro’s relief, him able to finish up the drawing without your hands distracting him.
“Does he have a name?” You asked, you hands now fidgeting with one another as you seemed at a loss of what more to do with the invisible being. Star Platinum straightened up, resuming his towering position over you as he reached one of his hands up, pausing for a moment to look over at his master for confirmation before he placed one hand on your head. Your back going ramrod straight as you felt the large ghost hand brushing your locks, just as you did to him a moment before. “He is Star Platinum.” Jotaro said, hearing you quietly repeat the name, the Stand excitedly smiling in response to hearing you call him by name, “Ora!” He crowed happily at you now knowing his name. Jotaro could feel his excitement, having a hard time holding back, like a small child on Christmas morning waiting for their parents to wake up. Unable to help himself, the purple being wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head. “O-oh, he’s hugging me.” You said tightly, clearly unsure of what to do when being hugged by a spiritual being. Jotaro assumed that most of Star Platinum’s affectionate habits were learned from watching his mother as well as Jotaro’s interactions with yourself, the Stand becoming more touchy-feely these days it seemed. It was quite comical to see you awkwardly try and wrap your arms around the Stand’s muscular torso.
Jotaro stood up, gaining both you and his Stand’s attention. Star Platinum gave a pout as Jotaro motioned for his Stand to break away from you, but let you go regardless, moving back a bit to give you some room. Jotaro wasn’t sure why this made him nervous, showing you what his Stand looked like, but his heart was pounding. What if you didn’t like him? He swallowed before he held out the drawing for you, feeling your fingertips brush against his as you took it. You were silent for a moment, making him all the more nervous in those few seconds, before you smiled down at the paper.
“He kind of looks like you.” You said, glancing between him and the paper a few times, your finger tracing the angles, becoming familiar with them. The ghost-er, Stand, was unique, handsome in a way. His face was reminiscent of Jotaro’s own, almost like a relative, but more angular, a flowing mane of dark shaded hair swirled around him, not compliant with the pull of gravity. You handed the sketchbook back to him, rubbing your arm awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. “Um,” You began as Jotaro turned back around from placing his sketchbook back on his desk, Star Platinum still hovering behind you, “so, is he-is he around all the time? Uh, I-I mean, not that I mind, or that it’s any of my business.” You quickly backpedaled, not wanting to offend the large Stand, eyes darting around as you held your hands up in a surrendering pose. Star Platinum was quick to come around to the front of you, taking the opportunity to lace your hands with his, as if he interpreted your hands coming up as an invitation as opposed to a show of apologies. You flinched a bit, not expecting such, before you smiled softly, now knowing that the spirit meant you no harm. Jotaro smiled slightly at your curiosity, relieved that you were open to learning more, open to trying to understand Star Platinum, and in a way, understand himself.
“No, not all the time. It’s a bit complicated,” Jotaro sat back down on his initial spot on his bed, trying to find the best way to explain, “He isn’t always physically manifested, but he’s always there.” Even when Jotaro wasn’t conscious, Star Platinum was there, occasionally able to do as you had and wake him from a nightmare; Jotaro preferred he didn’t though, as the Stand’s strength was a little overbearing, leaving a few bruises. The purple-skinned being’s bedside manners went out the window when in a defensive panic, but he was always quick to try and make up for it with a comforting hug.
You somehow managed to get Star Platinum to release your hands, the Stand watching your smaller self, curious as to what you would do next. Jotaro watched as you reached up, inadvertently placing your hand over where Star Platinum’s heart would be, should he have one at all, the large purple Stand covering your hand with his own. “Do you think he likes me?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked over your shoulder back at him. A highly pleased ‘Ora!’ was heard only to him as his Stand looked over at his master. The sight made his breath hitch. Jotaro’s own heart was racing, strong and heavy feeling in his chest. He could feel your hands against his own racing heart, just a light pressure just barely grazing his skin, reaching up he placed one of his hands over your small phantom one.
“Yeah. I think so.”
You can’t tell me Jotaro doesn’t like western movies. You can’t. The one-liners, the Clint Eastwood-esque squint, the overall Badass attitude. Or maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to shoehorn my own love for westerns into my story, who knows. (Idk if you’ve noticed but I like me some cowboys, yeeyee)
This took forever bc I feel like I needed to make sure I’m happy with this chapter bc it’s kind of a big deal. (That and maybe I procrastinated by writing some other things, oops)
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Not Together
FanfictionWho knew dating Jotaro Kujo would be so difficult, especially when you two aren't even dating. Continuation to Notice the Unnoticeable.
