Flufftober 2020: Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Flufftober Day 23

Flufftober day 23 prompt: Stuck together

A pandemic had broken out across Europe and the rest of the world, this flu was getting to everyone, the constant staying inside and hardly seeing anyone. You were just thankful that the day the order to stay inside and with your family, you were with Jonathan and his family, knowing that after some time it would turn the house into a war zone but for the moment it was quiet. The quiet before a storm George had called it many a time, you only waited for Jonathan and Dio to snap, breaking out into constant fights was what you had feared to soon become the new normal. Everyday was seeming to be easier and easier away from society, away from many others. Jonathan and his family treated you as part of their own, except for you and Jonathan sharing a secret, the secret that you had been lovers for almost a year without anyone ever discovering.

Even at the age of eighteen, you had know that he was the one for you, and he had always said that you were the one for you. You and Jonathan had been sharing a bed for the last month, considering no one knew, and that you would always wait for the others in the estate to sleep before doing anything, keeping quiet while doing so. After having called out one night particularly loud for the Joestar, you both feared that you had woken the blond or Jonathan's father up. But there you lay, Jonathan's hand in yours while your other hand held up a book, Jonathan was peacefully asleep with his head rested on your shoulder; snoring softly. Smiling, you press a quick kiss to his cheek and continue on reading, letting Jonathan nap.

You and Jonathan had awoken just as Dio had burst through the bedroom door, alerting the half asleep Jonathan. As soon as you saw the blond's face, the look sending shivers down your spine, your entire body starting to shake as the tension between the two boys started to rise and thicken. "Get downstairs, assholes. Dinner." And with that the blond left, slamming the door on his way out, a picture of Jonathan's mother falling off his wall, the glass shattering as it dropped to the floor below, the picture inside being magically unharmed. You walk over tp it and carefully pick up the photo, laying it on his dresser and placing a blue sweater over it for safe keeping. 

Jonathan walks down the stairs and into the kitchen, you following him close behind, he tilted his head once he got to the dining room, only just dodging a knife that Dio had chucked out of rage, the emotion clearly visible on his face, his teeth grinding and his cheeks burning a bright red. George had finally had his last straw broken, standing up and slamming his fists down on the table, cutlery skattering around the table. "Upstairs, Dio. Now." Dio raises from the table and flipped the older male off, "Fuck you, Joestar!" The blond stormed past you and Jonathan, stomping his way up the stairs. Quietly sitting down, you and Jonathan eat your supper in complete slience, the anger and rath from the male's father coming off in waves turning the atmosphere of the room toxic to breathe. 

"I'm glad we haven't turned into, that." You say as you close the door, a visible cringe rushing through your body, finding comfort in the adult's arms, cuddling up into his body and closing your eyes, simply resting. Jonathan's voice was calming enough to put you to sleep, unsure of what he had said, circles being traced on your back as you left sleep take you.