JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Joseph x Reader: "Scary Lady"

You certainly hadn't expected to be out this late when you had left for work this morning. Come to think of it, you had rushed out of the house, nearly forgetting your lunch, and spilled coffee on your new blouse while hastily slamming the door. So you hadn't been prepared to clean up after the shop had closed late.

You gazed out into the evening as you locked the doors behind you. New York City was generally a lively place in the evenings, however, on a dark and dank Monday night, walking back to the apartment was not the safest decision. However, you had no choice. You clutched your purse to your chest and gritted your teeth as a cold wind blew your hair back. A block or two down, you began to notice the faint clattering of footsteps behind you. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to see... You couldn't quite tell who, or what, it was: a large hulking figure to say the least.

Your steps began to speed up, however, the echoes didn't cease. With each stride, your irritation, exhaustion, and fear seemed to build on top of each other, into an ultimate surge of hormonal rage.You clenched your fists tightly and whirled around to confront the stalker, prepared to kick him as hard as you could in between his legs. However, you were greeted by a sharp screech.

You paused to size him up. He was massive, but his face (which was currently contorted into an expression of sheer terror) was soft and youthful. He seemed as scared as you had been a second ago. Recognising that he probably wasn't trying to hurt you, you loosened, simply muttering: "Quit following me you freaking creep." As you turned on your heel, you heard a forced chuckle.

"Umm... I'm not trying to follow you." He winced at the harsh look you threw him over your shoulder. "Well..." He began "It seems like we're headed in the same direction," You groaned, and continued towards your apartment.

"Just don't bother me." It was only after you walked away that you realised... he was actually pretty cute.

The next morning, you awoke feeling somewhat refreshed, certainly better than yesterday. You took your time buttoning your blouse, preparing your cereal. Soon you were out the door and ready to go. You stepped out of the apartment complex, purse in hand, when you heard a brazen voice from behind you.

"Long time no see, scary lady!" You turned to see the same man you had almost assaulted last night, with a wry but nervous smile on his face. Your face lit up in recognition, as you saw he had just emerged from the hotel adjacent to your apartment. You chuckled.

"Sorry about last night... You can never be too careful." You took that as the end of the conversation and began to walk towards your work. But he ran to catch up with you, placing his hands in his pockets as he nonchalantly looked ahead.

"Sooooo, where are you headed?"

"Where are you headed?" You looked at him questioningly. He shrugged, and you answered with a sigh.

"I work at the coffeeshop about four blocks down."

"Why should a pretty lady like yourself work somewhere like there?" You laughed at his audacity.

"Because I need money if I want to quit working somewhere like there." It was about that time when a car pulled up to your side of the road and a voice called out of the back seat.

"Joseph Joestar just where are you headed?"

The man, whose name was apparently Joseph, panicked.

"OH NO! Granny Erina! Umm... I was just talking to, what's your name?" You chuckled.

"Scary lady."

After Joseph was dragged away by his grandmother, you continued your walk to the coffee shop. You unlocked the door and flipped the sign to say "open". Sunday mornings were usually the least busy of all the days, so you weren't actually expecting anyone, not even the workers. None of the other employees, not even the manager came to work this early on a Sunday. You held the fort down until about 11:00, and you were paid extra for it, so you didn't mind. You began setting tables, wiping down surfaces, and started a new pot of coffee. Considering you were the only one there at first, you brewed the morning batch just how you liked it, and everyone else would just have to deal if they didn't like how it tasted. It was then that you heard the door open. You sighed, secretly hoping that you would have some alone time before customers came pouring in.