Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Jotaro Kujo | Shameless

FEMALE READER YANDERE ANGST

REQUESTED BY: Kuno0014

~ gore and language warning ~

(Art is not mine cred to not me cause the og dissipated)

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I ran out of the apartment crying, screaming at the one man I truly loved as he ran after me with our, no, his sheet around his waist. The weather just added to the irritation as the sun shined on brightly and the birds went on singing until they flew away from the startling sounds of my footsteps.

"Babe, listen! It was a mistake, I'm sorry!" I whipped around, his words pulling the last straw.

"Jotaro fucking Kujo, I swear to the only things sure and true in this world, if you say it was a mistake one more time I will slap you right here." He froze, realizing he fucked up. I don't yell at him for anything, and here I was, screaming so intensely my face was turning red. "You fucked up, Kujo." He froze. "Now you have to deal with the consequences." His eyes widened, realizing I was actually done.

"Babe I-"

"No!" He took a small step back from the shock of me yelling in his face. "Don't ever call me babe again you two faced bastard!" The tears still hadn't stopped streaming down my face and my breath was hitching as I turned away.

He was my life. After six years of being in a serious relationship I find him in our bed with another woman. He didn't even make an attempt to hide any of it. Her undergarments strewn about the house, wine spilled on the carpet, her lipstick smeared on his face as he ran after me. And to think, I was hoping he'd propose soon.

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It's been a few months since that day, and I'm mostly over it, and I may have been browsing a dating app when the front door of the café burst open, almost making me spill my (coffee/tea). I whipped around with a glare to see who ruined my calm Saturday morning when I was met with the eyes of that asshole.

"Y/n! I finally found you." Jo- Kujo walked up to me with purpose and sat in the seat across from me. I simply turned off my phone and grabbed my purse, (f/shoes) loudly tapping the ground as I walked up to the counter, paying for my drink and walking out.

"Y/n! Baby I changed! I promise, just give me one more chance!" Kujo shouted after me as I stormed across the street, not seeing the sign change. I only looked up when I heard the Semi's horn blare, giving me only a few seconds to look back at those ocean blue eyes that hurt me so badly before.

But the impact never came.

I looked back at the semi to see the whole front crushed and the driver impaled on the shards of windshield from the impact, on what seemed to be nothing. I was frozen in place as he ran up to me, holding me tightly.

"Never do that again," he whispered in my ear. But unlike when he used to whisper to me, I was terrified. His grip was just a little too rough, and the circumstances were too strange for me to feel protected. As if confirming my fears, he continued, "Look what you did, you made me cause a scene."

I could do nothing but shake as he dragged me away from the scene, hearing the sirens in the distance. Now that I looked at him, he was dressed in a tuxedo, hair slicked back with a rose on his lapel. He slowed down for a second before turning to me, resting his hand on my cheek, then I felt a swift hit to my neck and everything went black.

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I woke up with a dizzy head and a sore throat. I cleared my throat with a bit of difficulty and went to rub it only to find my hands and legs tied, a strange wetness on my chest. Only then did i open my eyes, finding a dingy basement in place of the dim alleyway we were in. But then I noticed them.

The bodies.

All of them, strewn about on the walls, upside down, hanging over buckets. Almost like animals in a slaughter house, they were lined up, hung by their ankles and decapitated. The sight made me want to puke, but then I looked down and saw the cuts. Across my chest they read "Mrs. Kujo" and my shirt was drenched in blood. I turned to the other side to puke and there the heads were, lined up next to jars of their eyes. All a shade of (e/c). 

"Ah, so you saw my collection?" I whipped my head towards the door, meeting the eyes of the murderer. "They aren't as beautiful as yours. Not as much (o/e/c), and the ring was wrong. But now I have yours back, and you're all mine," Jotaro said with a sickly smile.

"I would never be yours! Never agai- mphm!" I was cut off by an invisible hand that smelled just like him. But how? He's at least 5 feet from me, and it feels like it's from behind! 

"You shouldn't talk like that Mrs. Kujo. That's no way to talk to your husband, after all. And not to mention it's our honeymoon!" His eyes were glowing, ready to rip me apart like the other girls. The fear in my face must have made him excited as he stepped closer and gripped my chin. "You're mine, just like it was supposed to be. You love me, not like all those other bitches. You love me, right?"

Glancing at the bodies around the room I saw the only choice.

I nodded, on the verge of tears, knowing I would never get out.

(A/N I'm not dead! Also, I hope you like it Kuno! Hopefully I'll get back on my weekly schedule and the other requests are coming along :D )