#also i think jotaro deserves longer hair

[echofive-draws]

woo 6 characters! i love these guys <3

[wri0thesley]

uuuhhh hey nat can i get some jotaro, jolyne, and johnny getting confessed to by someone who's being really nervous and blushy about it and generally just looks like they're about to McFucking Lose It on the spot? if not, it's fine! also been a fan of your work for some time now okay bye-

♡ Jotaro is always a frightening man to confess anything to - much less confess something that feels this important. You’ve heard him talk about people fawning over him, seen him roll his eyes - and as a whole, you’ve gotten the impression that Jotaro Kujo is not a man who values romance highly. Still, this has been haunting you for what feels like weeks. Every time you see Jotaro, your heart seems to flip-flop over itself in your chest, and you know that the longer you hold onto your feelings, the harder it’s going to get to keep them a secret. So you gather all of your courage to your chest and rehearse what you’re going to say over and over again. 

It’s not hard to find Jotaro on his own. He’s the kind of man who likes his peace and quiet. The two of you have become close enough that he doesn’t bark out a question as to what you want - he merely looks up at you from his spot under a tree. His face seems neutral, but you know him well enough to see the slightly quizzical uptilt of his eyebrow, the turn of his mouth. He patiently waits for you tp speak, even as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up.

Your voice is an awkward stammer. Your hands are shaking. You have to re-start, four times - and when you do manage to get your words out all at once, they’re a light, quavering mess. Jotaro’s eyes widen the smallest amount as you explain your feelings. As you talk about how you feel like he understands you, how his presence is a comfort, how you feel safe by his side and it’s fine if he doesn’t feel the same way, but if you didn’t get this off your chest you were simply going to die--

Are those two spots of red, high on his cheeks? Jotaro grabs the brim of his hat and pulls it down. You’ve seen this move a hundred times - he’s either angry and frustrated, or he’s embarassed. Your heart does a painful wrench as he murmurs, low; “Yare yare daze.” And then, he looks back up at you, and the sun seems to glint off of his eyes and his lips are marginally crescent-moon shaped, almost smiling. “You didn’t need to be nervous.”

It’s not a confession back - Jotaro doesn’t do things like that. But he scoots over to one side, letting you sit beside him - and when you do, he wraps an arm around you tenderly and pulls you in, and that’s just as good. 

♡ Everybody loves Jolyne. You’re just one in a pool of faceless admirers, you know - only you’ve gotten close enough to call Jolyne a friend. You get to see her roll her eyes, put her arm through yours, exclaim wildly that the two of you should go on some slap-dash adventure. You’re helpless to resist when Jolyne calls you in the middle of the night with mischief in her voice as she asks you if you want to pull a prank on some asshole in the neighbourhood who keeps being rude to her mom. 

You go along with it, swept up in the tidal wave that is Jolyne Kujo. You can’t not look at her sparkling eyes or her wide smile, the muscle in her lean body - you can’t not breathe in the ocean air scent of the body spray she uses. You’re hopelessly in love with her. She comes close to you and you can barely string a sentence together. 

She’s more attentive than people give her credit for. It’s after one of these nighttime adventures, when the two of you are sat on her bed amongst her cuddly toys and blankets, that Jolyne pokes you in the side with her elbow and grins at you.

“Come on,” she instructs you. “Spill. You’ve been out of it since you got here! What’s it about? A boy? You can tell me!” She’s laughing, smiling, and your heart aches. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’ll let you down gently and you can move on. She sees that you begin to tremble. You wonder if she can tell that your cheeks are getting so hot you could probably fry something on them. “Hey . . . are you okay?”

Now or never. You open your mouth and spill out a confession. You’re not sure what you’re saying - you’re stammering all over the place. You must mention her hair and her skin about a hundred times. You must say some horrible embarassing things - and you must look like you’re about to bolt at any moment, like a frightened horse, because suddenly Jolyne has grabbed you by the face and is kissing you. 

♡ Johnny has had plenty of lovers. You know all about his status as a playboy before the Steel Ball Run; and you suppose if you did admit something to him, you’d just be added to that number as another hopeless romantic who thinks they can fix a broken man. You would like to think it’s something more - that you and Johnny share some deeper bond. You’ve spent countless nights under the stars talking about your hopes and your dreams, admitting shameful secrets, feeling like he’s the only person in the whole world who understands you - you swear you’ve even seen Johnny’s pale freckled face pink when he looks at you. But it’s not enough to imbue you with confidence even so.

Snatching a moment away from the reporters and journalists who want to talk to him at all hours of the day is a difficult task in and of itself. He’s surrounded by people always, nowadays - he always tries to make time for you, but he’s not always successful. You see tension drain away from his shoulders when the two of you manage to escape to a quiet private room in today’s hotel on his press tour. Johnny sags as he rests in a chair (he refuses to use a cane or an aid in front of photographers, though he does sometimes need one - it is not so simple as merely ‘being able to walk again’, though Johnny insists that’s how he wants people to see it.), all of the world weariness seeming to drain out of him.

“I’m always so glad you’re here,” he says, his eyes half-lidded. “I feel like I can be myself for a sec’.”

When you don’t respond, he opens one eye lazily. You’re standing there, trembling like a leaf. Your breath feels short. You worry you’re about to have a panic attack right there where you stand, and the feeling doesn’t abate as Johnny murmurs, all low Southern drawl; “Sugar?”

(He’s called you pet names since the Steel Ball Run has been over. Every time, it fills your heart with a warm glow that you feel like you don’t deserve.)

You let everything come out in a rush of words. You assure him you’ll leave if he doesn’t feel the same, that you’re sorry to bring it on him at such a busy time, that you understand if he never wants to see you again - but spilling out of your mouth are words about how much being with him has meant, how you want to wake up next to him, how you think about him always . . . and Johnny stares at you, blue eyes wide. You finish what you’re saying and you stand there, swallowing, barely able to breathe - and Johnny says nothing.

“Okay,” you say, your voice cracking. “I’m . . . I’m sorry, Johnny, I won’t bother you again--”

You turn so that he doesn’t see that your eyes are swimming with tears. You can barely walk. Your legs feel like they weigh three hundred tonnes; like you’re iron, welded to the floor. Johnny’s voice breaks through the haze of pain in your head;

“No-- wait . . .” You turn your head, your cheeks wet with tears. Johnny’s eyes do not leave your form for a moment. “Y-you . . . I thought ya knew. It’s always been you.”

[icollectyoursins]

Bruno Headcanons x Reader SFW + NSFW

Anon_From_Hell on AO3 said: “Okay I have several.... not request but more of ideas? Feel free to use them or ignore them. Jotaro being topped by reader? With dick or a strap? Bruno! Bruno headcanons.”

I have had a bit of this written since I started this blog, I just never had enough to it, so I’m glad someone asked for this because Bruno is one of my favourite characters and he deserves the world.

Link to the Bottom!Jotaro here

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Light mentions of protectiveness, gentle Bruno for the most part, dates to the museum, restaurant dates, descriptions of dicks, fingering, mentions of shibari or tying partners up, eating ass, eating pussy, oral in general, spit roast, stand fucking, breeding, pregnancy kink, pegging/fucking Bruno, praise kink (giving), spanking, public sex, sexting.

Word Count: 2387

SFW

Where do I start? He’s a gentleman, of course, especially when he first meets you. He’s not very obvious with his crush on you, but a few can notice that his stare lingers just a little bit longer than usual and his hand hovers in the air for a millisecond after you’ve touched it during an exchange.

Bruno is hesitant to start a relationship with you. His line of work is dangerous, both of you know this, but he really does not want you to get caught up in something you shouldn’t be. It would take a lot of coaxing from you and from members of the group to push him into being comfortable with it. 

Once he does, he’s exceptionally gentle, lightly brushing his hand against yours while you’re walking together before grabbing. During conversations, he’ll put his hand on your back. He won’t show it, but he’s ecstatic about having someone to touch; someone to smile at him with romantic love, not just the usual respectful ones he gets from strangers or gang members. Sweet smiles. It makes him feel so loved.

He is so protective of you. He knows his boys can be a little on the rougher side, so he’s made sure they will all treat you with the utmost respect. Especially when he’s around.

I can’t see him lashing out at you unless you do something really stupid like getting yourself hurt or saying something that sets him off which usually only happens when he’s exhausted. Remind him that you don’t deserve to be yelled at or apologize and he’ll usually do the same. But, for the most part, he’s very relaxed with you.

He’s a busy man, but he schedules everything he does in his day down to the minute. Bruno is impeccable with his organization. He’ll always make sure he has time for you, even if it means pushing things around and bending the rules a bit. He wants to make sure you know that he’s there. He may be busy, but he will always have time for you.

For some reason, I can see him taking you to art galleries or museums for dates. Holding your hand while the two of you walk around admiring the different pieces. If you know anything about something he will gladly listen! Patiently watching you light up about the cute trollop fossil or how beautifully that flower is in that kind of paint and how you would have done this or that to add to it. 

Of course, Bruno will also take you on romantic dates to restaurants overlooking the canal with some of the best food you have ever had, but I think he prefers dates that keep you physically close to him, where he can hold your hand instead of sitting across from you.

He also buys you jewelry, fancy clothes and perfume/cologne. Nothing too over the top, but subtle things that have more meaning to them than flashiness. He’s more likely to get a simple ring with 2 or 3 smaller stones than a giant one that screams attention.

He pays extra attention to the things you look at in stores and has mastered what your “oh, that’s nice” face looks like compared to your “I need to have this, but-” face and will buy whatever you really wanted behind your back, giving them to you as a gift later on when you’ve forgotten about it.

Further into the relationship when you two have moved in, he’ll often wrap his arms around you while you’re cooking, resting his head on your shoulder, or on your back if you’re taller, leaving light butterfly kisses where ever his face is.

I think out of all the adults in Bucci Gang, he’s the most likely to help you with dinner without having to be prompted. Bruno has a sixth sense for when you need him to help, suddenly popping up beside you and cutting vegetables or stirring the pot, giving you a sweet knowing smile whenever you look over. Though, on the weekends, he’s more likely to produce a glass of wine for the two of you while you cook which leads to someone getting tipsier than the other and being kicked out of the kitchen because they’ve knocked over their glass one too many times.

When you’re on the couch, he’ll call you over into his arms or sometimes just pull you into him. He prefers reading a nice book to watching a movie but will sit with you, book in one hand while his other hand plays with your hair or rubs your back. 

Oh, and don’t even get me started on baths together. He installed what is essentially a jacuzzi in your bathroom just so the two of you would have room to be comfortable. Now, the only time you take baths is when you’re together.

Please give this man a massage. He is very stressed and tense, he needs someone to treat him with the same tenderness he gives you. Bruno isn’t one to melt, but he will relax considerably. He’s just more into making you feel good than himself feeling good.

Bruno’s kisses are so sweet. I don’t know how else to describe them. It’s like every ounce of his love and care towards you is put into a spell, which is then put onto his lips and then onto your lips. You never get tired of it. He’s not overly kissy in public, mostly just pecks on the cheek or your hand. In private though, he’s a little more relaxed. 

Favourite places to kiss are usually your lips or neck and shoulder, which often leaves goosebumps down your back and sometimes other things. I honestly don’t think he’s that much into sex. Like, he’ll do it (and well) but I think romance and companionship are more important to him than anything else. If he can trust you, why does he need to do anything else? Your love is more than enough for him.

NSFW

6 1/2″, 2″ thick and pretty. His dick is just... pretty, like the rest of him. I think clean-shaven, uncut maybe?

Alright, look, he’s stand isn’t called Sticky Fingers for no reason. Bruno has been blessed with the magic that is fingering. Just knows exactly where to curl into, where to push, where to pull, swirl, rub, you name it! If you have a vagina he will make you cum multiple times before he fucks you. You know what? Even if you have a dick, he’ll probably do the same. OR he’ll get you really close and then deny, deny, deny. He loves making you writhe and squirm. 

If he makes you cry, he’s a little concerned, but deep down he’s proud of himself. Will always ask you if you’re okay and if you want to continue unless you have already established you’re okay with him making you a complete mess. Maybe he’ll even ask you to wear eyeliner or mascara just to make it run!

This man eats pussy/ass like it’s his last meal. Oral in general is one of his favourite things to do to a partner because he can control it and clearly tell how much you’re enjoying something.

Will 1000% tie you up or use Sticky Fingers to keep you from moving too much. Loves to see you wrapped up in red ropes or silk, unable to move or think because of how much he’s teasing you.

On his more relaxed days, he’ll just use his hands to hold you down or guilt you into staying still. “You want to be good for me, right, cara/caro?”

He loves it when you lose control and clamp (or try to) your legs around him. When you grab his hair and lurch forward to try and encourage him to do more; give you more, but he never does. Not until he wants to.

Oof, but his favourite guilty pleasure? Spit roast with Sticky Fingers. SF eating you out while you try to focus on taking Bruno’s cock in your mouth. Oh, to have you sandwiched in between him and his stand. He would kill to keep you there forever; fucking in and out of you like a seesaw or forcing you to do it yourself.

     Bruno bit his finger to try and keep composure as your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth agape on his length. You looked so pretty like this; visibly fucked out of your mind with his hands tangled in your mess of hair. Sticky Fingers had been lapping over your now soaking wet hole and clit for what felt like ages. Keeping you just on edge. You couldn’t decide what you wanted more, to please Bruno or cum before he wanted you to.

     Sticky Fingers pulled you closer to it’s lips while Bruno thrust his hips forward into the warmth of your mouth, eyelids fluttering as you moaned around him. After a few more minutes, he decided he’d give you your reward finally.

     “Turn around, dolcezza. Come here.” You less than gracefully turned around, feeling some sort of way about not having the constant feeling of his stand on you. Bruno grabs your hips and pulls you onto his aching cock. Both of you moan with the new feeling. “Now, just stay nice and still for me, I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

Can we say breeding kink? Yes, yes we can. We all know he’s nasty. He loves filling you up, feeling his seed drip out of you, cleaning it out of you with his tongue. Fucking anything. And if he does get you pregnant? (Assuming there would be no repercussions with the whole mafia thing) He would 100% take the best care of you. Bruno would massage every bit of you, giving you nice soothing baths (I mean, he’d do that anyway, but he’d put extra care into your baths when you were pregnant.)

No matter what size your baby bump was, he would kiss it every moment he got. He’d sing songs to it or read it stories (which you would be more than happy about because that voice).

The thought of you expanding with something the two of you created is so hot to him. Bruno would keep you like that forever if he could. Oh, and the feeling of him inside of you while you’re so full. Oh. He’s drooling. Just looking down on your nice, round belly and then pounding into you. *chefs kiss.* We stan breeding kink Bruno.

Oh, but let’s turn the tables. Fucking his ass. Oooooh, hell yeah. Slowly pressing into him while tying his hands behind his back or above his head. It makes me feel so many things.

I think he likes to stay on the dominant side with a vagina-having S/O, so he’d likely flip the tables if you allow him to. If you are into being more dominant, he is more than happy to stay under you (figuratively and literally.)

On his more relaxed days, or on days when you’re feeling a little down on yourself, expect SO much praise from this man in the bedroom. He’s gonna kiss every inch of you, caress you. This man will do everything to make you feel better about yourself.

Spanking. Would you let this man smack your ass? I would. On his more stern days, he will 100% flip you over his knee and make you count. If you’re into being on top, though, smack his ass. The biggest blush will sprawl across his face. Oh, and then making him count. God, he gets so loud!

     A loud crack on your ass echoed throughout the room. You gripped the pillow in front of you, burying your face in the plush thing to quiet your moans. Bruno tutted above you.

     “You have to count, dear.” His voice was stern and threatening. “Count with my, (Y/N).”

     You poked your head up from the pillow, whimpering. Suddenly, the pillow was pulled away from you and his arm reached across to the opposite shoulder, holding you up. Another smack.

     “One.” 

     You whimpered again, then stuttered out: “o-one.”

     SMACK! 

     “Two.”

     “~Uuuhnn. Two.”

     SMACK!

     “Three.”

     “~Brunoooo,” you moaned out, unable to say anything else. He let out a sound of disapproval. 

     “Oh, cara. That’s not how you count. We’ll have to start over again. Weren’t you taught this in school?” He chided. You could only muster up a quiet whine, mentally cursing this man for having so much power over you, but still-SMACK!- you loved him.

Public sex is something he’ll never openly admit is a turn on, at least not to the gang or anyone else who isn’t his partner. Oh, but brush up against his chest and “accidentally” grope him or lightly tap his ass while passing behind him and he’ll do the anime thing where their eyes go completely dark. Nothing makes him more sexually frustrated than being interrupted by you touching him during a conversation. 

He’ll usually find a closet to hide you two in and then he’ll give you hell in the form of lots and lots of edging. Sticky Fingers, of course, has your mouth zipped closed the entire time, so as much as you want to scream you can’t. 

Sometimes he’ll stick half of you in the other side of the zipper and just kind of use you like that. Doesn’t matter what end, though he does have a soft spot for fucking your throat.

Since we’re talking about zippers. Yeah, I’m saying it. It’s been done to death, but I can’t get enough of it. Zipping off his dick and leaving it in you all day. It’s practical (when in a fight. He doesn’t need to worry about getting sacked if he doesn’t have anything there!), it’s easy, he gets to feel your tight walls around him all day, you get to feel him rub up against every sweet spot in you. Literally no downside. Unless you have to go to the bathroom.

Bruno won’t admit it, but he saved all the pictures you send him in skimpy clothes, lingerie, naked, etc. on multiple devices. Just in case he’s ever at work and needs something to relieve the tension, or on a job in a hotel, or in the bathroom. You get the point.

[the-str33tz]

I’m doing just fine

Jotaro Kujo x AFAB Reader

This fic was written while listening to the Boyz II Men song “Doin’ Just Fine”

Summary: Years after leaving you to raise your daughter by yourself, Jotaro Kujo comes back with one thing in mind; wanting to be a father and husband.

Content warnings: Angst, pregnancy, arguing around children.

Your grip on the flimsy pregnancy test tightened as you glanced over the results. Positive. Maybe looking it over again will give you a different result. Positive. Blink a couple times. Positive, positive, positive. Your world came to a halt as you shiver while sitting on the toilet. What were you going to do? You weren’t ready for a child at your age. What would you tell him?

Thoughts of your boyfriend wave and crash in your mind. Jotaro Kujo, the silent and cold man from Japan who you had fallen in love with. In just a bit over year you both had become each others rock. He had walked into your life when you thought everything was lost, and it seemed like it was the same for him too. He didn’t talk too much about it but you could piece it together. He had gone through a traumatic experience as a teenager that left people that he knew dead. You didn’t question him too much, letting him come to you when he was ready.

This was going to crush him as much as it was going to crush you. Jotaro had brought up how eventually he’d like to have a family; have a successful career in marine biology and have multiple sons. But right now you were both in college, living off whatever you can get your hands on. He’s definitely had an easier ride than you but he always helped you without expecting anything in return.

You start to think back to a couple weeks ago when you had sex, an activity you both partook in regularly. There was something different that night, he was out of condoms but you both agreed that he’d be able to pull out in time. It seems that he pulled out a bit late. Embarrassment heats up your neck and up your face. A headache begins to take over when you hear a knock at your apartment door. It has to be Jotaro you think. He was clued in to your scare earlier today so he must be here to see the results.

You quickly clean and dress yourself hearing harsher and faster knocks. He was never the most patient. Running over to the door and greeting him, he lets himself in to walk to the bathroom. You try to catch up to him trying to talk but fumbling your words. You walk into the bathroom where he’s leaning over the counter, hands in fists. He looks over at you with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. Fear.

You stay where you are, keeping your distance. You never liked too much physical attention and were grateful that he was the same. You can feel your forehead crease with your eyebrows, your eyes beginning to sting from keeping your eyes open at him. “What are we going to do?” You cough up while shaking. He loosens his fists, “We now have a responsibility as parents, but I can’t do this.” And with that he pushed you aside and started to head out the door. You lean against the door frame finally letting loose all the tears that refused to come out moments ago.

Seven years later you live in a small home with your daughter who you named Jolyne. She is the apple of your eye, your sunshine that motivates you everyday. She has green eyes that she got from her fathers side of the family but she looked like you in every other way. You had given up your education all those years ago but seeing your daughter run to you everyday after school made you think that you’d do it all over again if you had to. You make your way up the walkway of the tiny primary school, strain in your ankles from a long day of work. Thoughts of dinner swirling your mind before you stop in your tracks. Jolyne hugging her teachers leg looking away while a tall man with a ripped cap talking to the teacher knocks you into reality. There’s no possibility right? He wouldn’t have the balls to try to sidestep you to see your daughter. But you were proved wrong after you jog up to the teacher.

“Jolynes mother should be here soon I do not know of Jolyne having a father.”

“I’ll wait here to talk with her.”

You catch the end of their conversation, going in to pat your hand on Jolynes back. She turns to you and immediately grips your leg yelling, “Mommy this man says that he’s my dad, is that true?” You look up at the man and you’re immediately taken aback. Turquoise blue eyes are staring you down with the old frown that you used to love. “You really suck you know that?” You scoffed, kneeling down to take Jolyne in for a hug. Her black hair tickling your chin as she nuzzles into your neck. “Yes baby that’s your father like in the pictures remember?” You coo into her ear.

“I came to see you.” He states in his familiar deep voice. You stand up, taking a light grip on Jolynes tiny hand. You give him the strongest glare that you’re able to muster up, snapping, “You probably already know where we live so why did you come here? Forget it, just follow me. We live about a block away.” He grunts and nods at you, allowing you to walk in front of him with your daughter in hand. You thank the teacher for taking care of your daughter before you begin to stomp off.

Jotaro lets his eyes wander down your figure, watching how you walk. He can’t help but feel his chest tighten looking at you hand in hand with his child. This was a sight he had always wanted but he never let himself indulge in it until today. He lets you lead him into your tiny home; two bedrooms with a shared bathroom, a small living area, and a kitchen with little to no counter space. You kneel down again to talk to Jolyne, telling her to go do her homework and to let the grownups speak. She gives Jotaro a small glance before running in her room.

“Where have you been? Why are you here now?”

“I just got back from a trip in Japan for work. I wanted to come back to see how you were doing. I also need to apologize, I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have walked away from you all those years ago.” Jotaro takes off his white hat letting his hair dark hair fall out of place. You can feel yourself tensing up, you really didn’t want to have this sort of conversation with Jolyne in the house. She doesn’t know everything that happened with Jotaro and you didn’t want her to hear any arguing or yelling. You sigh, “Why did you think showing up at my daughters school was appropriate? You could have called me and we could have spoken in private. I know Jolyne is also your daughter but you haven’t been around as a father, not even when I took that test when we were both twenty one.” You motion for him to sit on the old couch in your living room. One that was on clearance at a rent center years ago when Jolyne was only a year old.

He sits down causing a big dip and creaking. His face goes solemn, looking down at his black and white boots. “I never meant to take your love away like that. I wasn’t ready to be a father and I wanted both of you to be safe.” He looks up at you with disappointment dripping off his features. You sit down next to him, smoothing out your work clothes and relaxing your ankles. “I know you weren’t ready to be a father but you know what Jotaro? I wasn’t ready to be a mother either. You left me alone, I had to leave university so I could raise my baby the way she deserves. You got to finish your education and seem to be doing well, I don’t know why you think making a tired apology will do you any better.” You whispered close to him. His eyes hadn’t left yours, listening intently to what you had to say. He leaned close to you acknowledging, “I am aware of the sacrifices you made for our daughter, I didn’t allow myself to be the proper father I should be. Please allow me to be a part of her life. I know you’ve most likely moved on from our love but I’ve thought about you everyday since then. I sat in my dorm, refusing to leave because I didn’t want to have to go out. I didn’t want to see you walk by and breakdown. Please understand that I’ve wanted to be the father and husband that you both deserve but I thought that I’d bring you nothing but danger. I need to be here for both of you, I want to give you a better home and a better life. Let me take care of you.”

You could feel tears wanting to spill out, why did he think he would be too dangerous to be around both of you? Could it have something to do with what happened to him when he was a teenager? “It may seem hard to believe but I’m doing just fine. We’ve been getting along very well without you. Time has made me stronger and you’re not longer on my mind.” That bit at the end was a lie, you thought about him everyday like he had about you. You had a picture of him in your wallet and in one of the drawers in your bedroom. He placed a hand over yours, covering it completely and squeezing lightly.

“You are my earth, my number one priority. You were the last woman I gave my love to, and I plan for it to only be you. You could ask me to do anything and it’d be as good as done.” Jotaro moves his other hand up to lay over your shoulder, wrapping it around your back. You sink into his white coat letting your tears waterfall down your face. He soothes your back warmly while wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. “I really needed you Jotaro I really did. You let our love fall apart and I really want to say that you no longer have my heart and that I’m doing just fine. I haven’t had too much time to worry about myself because I’m everywhere doing everything.” He lets you ramble on against him.

You pull back after a while, looking back into his turquoise eyes, “I’ll only allow you back if Jolyne is okay to have you around. I want her to have the choice to get to know you but if she doesn’t want to, I won’t force her.” He nods, squeezing your hand again before letting his thumb rub across the back of your hand.

[jotaros-left-nut]

How the guys would apologise for doing/saying something to upset you

Jonathan: Jonathan had invited you out to walk Danny, you agree to go with him but he noticed that you are not responding to anything that he has said , he looked at you like a lost puppy, there’s a lot of things that Jonathan is good at boxing is the main one, he spends hours upon hours on training,

After promising to spend time with you and then blowing you off to train, it was getting exhausting to you, of course you knew how important it was to train, but things didn’t feel the same

He would ask you what is wrong and you will tell him nothing, but he knows that something is wrong, you will finally tell him how you feel with tears In your eyes, he’ll pull you in his arms and tell you that he will do better because there’s nothing he enjoys than spending time with you

Joseph: He’s sitting in a hospital bed all bandaged up from the big battle with Kars, you got a call from the hospital, you hear the voice of Suzi Q telling you that your boyfriend has been asking or you, so you stop what you are doing and rush to the hospital because you haven’t seen him since he kissed you in front of his loved ones and took off running with Smokey to get away from Kars

There he was laying there in bandages, and now one of his hands missing, you rushed beside him, hesitant to wrap your arms around his large frame, but he didn’t seem to care, about his predicament, he wrapped his arm around you so fast

Months passed you were now feeding him, staying overnight sometimes laying next to him on his bed, you would give him sponge baths because he preferred you to do it, You were exhausted and needed a couple of hours and a shower, you were starting to get sick and tired of the hospital, but you kept your discomfort to yourself, that was until your boyfriend snapped at you, for choosing to sleep a little longer and not feeding him the exact time he was used to

You broke down and told him that you were trying your best and if he wanted help from now on he can get it from a nurse because your done, you ignored your boyfriend who was pleading with you to not leave him, but you’ve had enough and began to make your way to the entrance of the hospital, that was until you heard his voice behind you, You turned around shocked that he would leave his hospital bed just to talk to you “Y/n please don’t leave me alone here, I was wrong to get upset with you when you were using your free time to take care of me, I don’t deserve a woman like you”, you knew this man was crazy but this, he had got to be in so much pain right now, you, of course, you couldn’t just walk away, “I love you joseph“ , you said to him wrapping your arms around his torso, “I love you more and can prove it, put your hand in my left pocket” you put your hand in his pocket and pulled out a small box, “Open it” he said, you opened it with a smile on your face, “Would you do me the honor of being my-” you interrupted him “Yes” tears began to brim in your eyes, “Can you let me finish my sentence women?” he joked “Ofcourse i will marry you”

Jotaro: As a professor he has to deal with people on a daily basis some days he comes home completely worn out

This time was like no other he was completely stressed out, hours and hours of marking test, meetings which feel like they go on forever, and to top it off new professors who think that they can do his job better than him, he has had enough, the came through the door, and walked straight into you twos shared bedroom, taking off his jacket and hat before joining you in the kitchen

He kissed you on the cheek, you asked how had his day been and of course he tells you, he looks around for the dinner he thought you cooked but you tell him you’ve been busy with chores and didn’t have time to cook that's where your husband gives you a mouthful about him having a more important job than you and a man who works as hard as he does deserves to come home everyday to a home cooked meal before charging out the house

He comes home an hour later with take out for everyone, he puts it on the table and calls his daughter down to help him set the dinner table, he hugs you from behind and apologises to you, you turn around to meet his gaze, you lean up to kiss him on the lips he meets your kiss, you whisper that it’s okay

Josuke: it’s not a secret that josuke is hot-headed, he’s always raising his fist over anything but he’s also a total sweetheart

Your cousin who transferred to the same school as you, so it was your job to show him around You saw Josuke and okuyasu in the near empty classroom, you went to introduce your cousin to them, it just happened that your cousin made a comment about your boyfriends hair, which sent him off, you tried to stop josuke by standing in front of him, trying to stop him from beating your family member down but when he’s like this the only colour he sees is red, he flung you away from him making you fall into the floor, okuyasu picked you up, he asked you “If your okay?”And tried to explain to you that “When he’s like this you should try to get involved” you walked about the classroom and refused to talk to josuke for the rest of the school day

You got a call from your mom telling you go to tomoko’s after school because she invited you for dinner, you sighed you didn’t want to see him, after what he did but you had no choice

Whilst waiting for dinner to cook you, sat on one of the sofas, whilst your boyfriend sat on the other one, Josuke rarely gets on your bad side, but he always manages to make you forgive him, he asks you if you want to play his PlayStation with him, you say nothing, he picks you up from the chair and places you so you are in his lap now,, he begins littering your face with kisses telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you so much, you try to keep a straight face, but You just can’t you love this man with all of your being, and cannot physically be mad at him for more than a day, your lips finally betray you and they start to curve upwards, You try to shield your face with your hands but he pulls your hands away and continue, “I forgive you”

Giorno: Whilst getting the gang organised he had forgotten that he made a promise to you, that he was gonna take a couple hours off to spend the night out with you but instead he had stood you up

You felt like a fool, getting all dressed up and waited patiently for hours just to get stood up how embarrassing you thought to yourself, you wipes off your make up and got undressed and put your bed clothes on

The next day you had woken up to the smell of, freshly baked food, you sat with your back against the headboard and saw your boyfriend Giorno walking into the room holding a large tray of baked goods, you could see crepes, eggs and sausages and so much more, he placed the tray on top of you, you were amazed at the effort he put into this, I’m sorry for not doing more, this is the first of many things I have put together to make up for my absence

[blueluneacy]

Confessions

AAAAAAAAND WE DID IT BOYS! Yes, I am posting this late. no, I do not care. it’s the TA!Jotaro/reader first place fic!

Word Count: 4k

Also on AO3!

Warnings: not sfw, slight manhandling, bratty ass reader, slight dubcon if you squint, cumming inside

Maybe this wasn't the best outfit to wear to lecture. It really did fit rather tightly around your ass, and god, if you lifted your arms, half of your torso showed. It really didn’t leave anything to the imagination, but who cared? I mean, maybe, but also, you didn’t care much. I mean, what was the worst that could happen, right? Your TA stares at you the entire class? Newsflash, he does that anyway. It was so obvious that Jotaro Kujo had a thing for you, and it honestly boosted your self confidence at least tenfold. He was attractive, strong, and smart. Anyone attracted to men would want to be with a guy like that, but he kept to himself mostly. If you weren’t more perceptive, or maybe if he wasn’t so weird about it all, then you probably wouldn’t have noticed in the first place. But the way his eyes seemed to keep on you for a moment too long, the way he lingered by your desk for just a moment longer than everyone else, the way he almost seemed to freeze up when he heard your voice, it was all too obvious. 

But then, why didn’t Kujo admit it? You were constantly dropping hints at this point that you were interested, often loudly talking about how you were single and looking for a partner while you knew Jotaro was in earshot, but he wouldn’t bite. Not that you were interested in him or anything… Well, that’s a lie. You totally were interested in him, but Jotaro was interested  in you first, so he had to be the one to admit that he liked you. Those were the rules. Totally.

But, alas, you didn’t have much time to really consider the pros and cons of your outfit. You only had Kujo’s discussion today, thank god. It should be a crime to have class on Friday anyway, not to mention that it was at ten in the morning. It should be illegal to have a class this early. Yes, you were at this point nocturnal, but you were also in college. You don’t exist before noon. So naturally, you were up getting ready for your class way later than when you told yourself at three AM last night, and you kind of had to get a move on.  You already had forfeited a real breakfast, stuffing bagels into your backpack and eating them during your discussion would have to do. 

So you headed off on the uneventful walk to your class. Thank god it wasn’t on the other side of campus, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have come for most of the semester. It was always such a hassle to get all the way over there, you didn’t want to deal with it. You couldn’t remember if you actually checked where this class was when you signed up for it, so you couldn’t be certain if this was some sort of foresight on your sight, or just plain luck. Either way, you got to the classroom pretty quickly, sitting down exactly 2 minutes before class was supposed to actually start. You snagged a seat towards the back so you could eat your bagels in peace, but still seem like you were totally paying attention. Jotaro’s eyes on you didn’t go unnoticed, but you couldn’t care to comment on them now, too invested in the idea of food as you pulled out your notebook to take notes on whatever was going to be rambled on about. Jotaro stayed on topic with your chapter, but he seemed to have preferences in what he was talking about. You could tell that what he enjoyed talking about and what he didn’t, because it just showed in the way his tone changed based on the topic. But today… Well, you weren’t paying so much attention to what Jotaro was saying, as the tone of his voice. His voice seemed lower than usual, with a strange gravelly quality to it. Was he sick? I mean, his eyes were on you, they tended to be, but they seemed so much more glued onto you than they were before. You took a bite of your bagel, not even remembering the outfit you decided to wear today and the possible effect that it might have on the man you were certain was at least mildly attracted to you. Nah, you were too busy with that damn bagel. 

So, you let yourself get lost in the cantor of Jotaro’s voice as he talked about this or that regarding this biology course. Truly, you could care less. He was just spitting out everything that the professor had to say during lecture, so why bother? You had your notes and you were fairly sure you understood everything that was discussed. And if you found when you finally reviewed your notes that you had no idea what was going on, then you could go to the million review sessions that were available to you before the text. It would really be fine, absolutely no worries. And thank god, discussions were only fifty minutes. You told yourself that you were going to go back to your dorm and study after this, but you knew deep in your heart that you were going to scroll through social media for an hour, get an early lunch, and then go back to sleeping until like five, where you would rouse yourself and prepare to forget the entirety of your evening. Well… At least, that was the plan, anyway.

And that was that. Class ended without a hitch, and you slowly started to pack up your stuff. It seemed so tiring to have all these people try to cram information into your head so quickly, but alas. College was needed for basically every job industry these days, there was no way really out of it. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to complain on an almost daily basis though. You were thinking about whether or not bacon was going to be left when Jotaro’s voice cut through your thoughts, forcefully and without shame.

“(Y/n). A word after everyone clears out.” You would smirk at that, but the tone of Jotaro’s voice wasn’t what you expected. It seemed frustrated, almost angry. Oh fuck, what had you done wrong now? What possibly could you have done to get yourself in trouble, the whole time you were just sitting in the back and… Wait, was eating in class allowed? Oh no. Oh god, were you really going to get called out for fucking eating a bagel? Life was truly cruel. 

You swallowed as you watched everyone trail out of the room, silently pleading that someone stay, keep you from this nightmare that was confrontation. God, when you said you wanted Jotaro to talk to you, you didn’t mean like this! But everyone left, the door was closed behind Jotaro, and you lugged yourself over to the front of the room to sit across from his teacher’s desk. You didn't even notice how Jotaro locked the door.

“I assume you know why you’re here.” His voice seemed so careful, measured as he sat down, and for once, his piercing eyes made you shrink into your seat. But no, you couldn’t just give in and give up now! You had to be strong! Or, at least act like you were strong.

“Yeah, and I’m not sorry, it was just a bagel, dude. If you have to get your power fantasy from yelling at me for fulfilling a basic need, then maybe see a therapist.” You crossed your arms, vaguely noticing how it pulled your top just a little lower. Jotaro snorted and shook his head, actually amused at how confident you were. About the completely wrong thing, but hey. You really had the spirit.

“You really think I would give a damn about a some stupid bread? You know, I thought you were maybe playing hard to get, but maybe you’re just dense.” He replied, leaving you just a bit shocked. You were so trapped in the euphoria of bread that you forgot you were wearing clothes specifically meant to drive Jotaro wild. “You think I wouldn’t notice your little stunt. I ought to tear off that little outfit and fuck you over this counter like you deserve.” There was a certain growl in Jotaro’s voice that left your knees weak, and you struggled to keep up with the sudden change of demeanor. Maybe you didn’t know Jotaro as well as you liked to think you did, not able to read him as well as previously interpreted. Still, you did your best to pull yourself together, hoping to strike back with some semblance of wit. Even if Jotaro was expressing some sort of feelings for you, you weren’t just going to show all your cards now. Best to keep bluffing and see how the match turns out.

“If that’s what I deserve, I’m not sure I have many objections. But are you actually going to do it, or are you just going to continue to sit there and talk?” You let a smile crawl across your face as Jotaro’s expression got darker, and in what seemed to be instant, he was on the other side of the desk, his lips crashing against yours. You gasped against the kiss, allowing Jotaro to push him tongue into your mouth as his hands reached your hips, grabbing onto them tight. He remained there for a good moment, pulling away when you were finally gasping to put air back in your lungs. He just growled as he used the moment to help pull your top off, throwing it to the side as his eyes took in your form.

“Such a dirty thing, dressing up like that. You like the attention, don’t you? You should only be seen like that by me.” He leaned in to run a hand through your hair as you eagerly moved to unbutton Jotaro’s shirt, ready to get this moving as much as he was. “You’re fucking mine, no one else should be allowed to see you like that.” He replied. You just laughed and hummed as Jotaro shrugged off his coat, ready to bite back just a bit.

“Oh, I’m yours now? I don’t recall that ever being something we agreed upon. Maybe I’m missing something? Like the part where you confessed your feelings to me?” You teased, Jotaro’s freed arm wrapping around you to bring you just a bit closer. It was like if he didn’t hang onto you, you might flutter away, like sand slipping through his fingers, never to return.

“I’ll make you mine then, fuck. You don’t know what you do to me, how many nights I’ve been awake without you there. I love you, you should’ve figured that out by now.” Jotaro grumbled a bit, almost childishly. You paused for a moment, before laughing a bit, shaking your head. God, maybe the reason Jotaro was so quiet was that he never could get out his words in a cool way. When he started talking in a way that wasn’t explicitly planned out, it was almost like he was just saying the first words that came into his brain. Well, maybe he was. Who can say. 

“I know. I was just waiting for you to come out and say it. I couldn’t tell if you were shy or just denying your feelings, so I figured I would give you time in case it was the latter.” Well, that was a total lie. You just wanted a cute confession where Jotaro was all blushing and shit, but that was all out the window now anyway, so who cared?

“Liar. You just were being a sadist.” He chuckled a bit, leaving you just to roll your eyes as you slowly moved down to your knees. Well, fuck it. The two of you were horny, and if you were keeping your shirt off, you were at least going to get a little action here. 

“Maybe I am. Wouldn’t you like to know?” You replied, moving to unbuckle Jotaro’s belt. Belts? It was confusing. Either way, you got the damn thing unbuckled and moved to Jotaro’s zipper, noticing the massive bulge that was clearly straining against Jotaro’s trousers. Jotaro was a big guy, so it would make sense that it would translate to that, but still. Gulp.

“You seem nervous all of a sudden. Why’s that?” You just rolled your eyes at Jotaro’s smirk, slightly tempted to tease him further just for looking that smug at you. But no, not today. Another time, maybe, but not today. You reached and yanked down his pants and underwear without much fanfare. He let a low growl out of his throat from the action, but you were more focused on the size of Jotaro in general. What was your plan for all of this again? You weren’t sure, but mama didn’t raise no quitter. You just leaned in and wrapped your hand around the base of Jotaro’s shaft, looking up at him coyly.

“I’m not nervous at all. Don’t you worry about a thing.” You told Jotaro before leaning forward, hollowing out your cheeks and wrapping your lips around Jotaro’s cock. He immediately let out a groan and let a hand rest on top of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair but not gripping down, allowing you to adjust and set your own pace. You saw Jotaro’s blissful expression and felt just a bit of pride well up in you, knowing that you were the one who caused him that. You slowly moved your head, only being able to reach about halfway before you hit the back of your throat, your body threatening to choke on him, but you make up for it by using your hand on what your lips couldn’t reach. 

You moved at a slow, worshipful pace, taking in the expression on Jotaro’s face as well as slowly working on getting your throat to relax so you could take Jotaro deeper. You could tell he was holding himself back from making any sounds, his teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard you swore that he was going to make himself bleed. You couldn't help but rub your own legs together, unable to sate that aching heat that was pooling in your gut, leaving you to let out a small moan. The vibrations only seemed to spur Jotaro on, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips slightly. You gasped, pulling away from a moment to take a breath, before smirking up at Jotaro.

“You couldn’t help yourself, huh? I bet you would like it if I let you-” You couldn’t get your words out before Jotaro’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you forward and back down onto his cock. You gagged as he pushed all the way back into your throat, but he just groaned, rubbing your head slightly as if to comfort you. You moaned just a little, willing your throat to loosen just a bit, letting your own fingers dig into your pants as you whimpered at the heat inside of you.

“You talk too much. Just let me… That’s it, that’s better…” Jotaro’s voice was low, akin to something almost guttural as he began to move in your mouth, holding you tight enough to keep you still, but not so tight that you couldn’t move if you truly wanted to. You did your best to stay put, at least. It was actually sort of hot to be manhandled like this, not that you would ever admit that to him. You just moaned and did your best to breathe through your nose as Jotaro had his way with you, relishing in the way his hips would stutter just a little whenever you took the initiative to use your tongue or moan on you. You felt your drool start to drip down your chin as Jotaro’s hips stuttered a bit more, and you could tell that he was close to cumming. But it seemed that right before he actually did, he quickly pulled himself out of your mouth, leaving you to sputter and gasp for a moment. But that moment didn’t last long, Jotaro easily moving forward to push you to the ground, immediately moving to pull off your pants and underwear. You squeaked as your back hit the ground, Jotaro moving in to press his lips against your neck as he pressed up against your entrance.

“Fuck, I bet you would be so tight for me.... Please, let me, I want you so badly…” Jotaro groaned, and if you were any more lost in your own lust, you might actually say yes. But, your own rationality was enough to tell you that Jotaro was far too big, and you were not in the slightest prepared.

“J-Jotaro, please… You know you’re too big, I’m not ready yet… Soon, I just got to be prepared a bit…” You replied, and although Jotaro pouted just a bit, he obliged. You moved to use your own fingers, but Jotaro quickly swatted you away, pushing one of his own inside of you. You immediately let out a soft whimper. God, Jotaro’s hands were way bigger than yours, but still, you weren’t expecting something like this. You felt your toes curl as Jotaro poked and prodded inside of you, adding another finger to help scissor you open.

“G-God, Jotaro… Feels so good, fuck…” You whined, moving to drape your arms over Jotaro’s shoulders and try to pull him closer. It was nice to feel just his skin against yours. He felt so much warmer than you, like his heat was trying to swallow you up, bring you closer to him. Whatever it was, it was working. As Jotaro slowly worked you open, you felt your knees go a bit weak, Jotaro’s lips and occasional teeth on your neck enough to make you moan. Pray to god there isn’t meant to be a class here anytime soon.

You let out a displeased grumble as Jotaro pulled his fingers out of you, your body clamping around him in an attempt to keep him inside of you. Although you were still probably shittily prepared, it was enough for you to throw out all reason as Jotaro moved back to rut against you, a low growl coming from his throat enough to make you quiver.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.” His voice was in your ear as he threatened to nip at it, unable to control his mouth from bruising you wherever he got access. Still, you weren’t opposed to the idea of begging. If it meant getting what you wanted, you might do anything.

“F-Fuck, please, Jotaro! Need you, need you so bad! I love you, please, I love you so much, want you to fuck me, please!” You barely registered the words coming out of your mouth, but Jotaro’s eyes widened and left him almost sputtering as he pushed inside of you, groaning as your nails dug into his shoulders. He pushed in slowly, staying still as he could while you adjusted to him. There was certainly a sting from the stretch, but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t handle. You took a deep breath and tried to regain any semblance of self you had, only for Jotaro to start moving again, and you lost your composure all over again. 

Jotaro let his nails dig into your hips hard enough to draw blood, gripping you tightly as he began to thrust into you at a brutal pace, leaving you to moan as you tried to pull Jotaro ever closer.

“Tell me that you love me. Tell me again, please. Tell me, god, tell me over and over…” Jotaro groaned, and god, you were more than happy to oblige. Who even cares if you spilled the beans first in a technical sense? Maybe you said the words first, but Jotaro was more than happy to show his affection. Hey, you weren’t about to complain about it. 

“Fuck, love you, Jotaro. Love you so much, loved you since I first saw you, fuuuck, there, feels so good, I love you, please!” You whined out, Jotaro just growling and moving faster. You tried to move, to grind your hips against Jotaro the best you could, but Jotaro just held you in place, refusing to let you move. He was content in fucking you until you could barely move at his own pace, which just so happened to be as fast as humanly possible.

“I love you too, (Y/n). You’re mine, all mine, I love you so much, don’t ever leave me. Please, say you’re mine, I’m yours!” Jotaro growled, pressing his forehead against yours in an attempt to gain just a bit more contact with you.

“All yours, Jotaro, all yours! God, I’m gonna cum, please!” You whined out, feeling your body start to tighten and flutter on Jotaro’s cock, the coil in your belly threatening to snap at any moment you would let it. Jotaro just groaned, your words spurring him on to move faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he felt himself coming to a close.

“Fuck, cum with me, please, fuck, gonna cum inside you, fill you up, all mine, god-!” He groaned, snapping his hips forward one last time before you felt a warm heat start to fill you up, enough to push you over the edge and leave you clawing down Jotaro’s back, your eyes rolling into your skull. 

The two of you sat like that for a while, bodies pressed against each other as the two of you caught your breath, basking in each other’s presence. After a few minutes, Jotaro finally pulled out and let his lips catch against yours, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You heartily pressed back into it, letting yourself melt into it as the two of you shared this tender moment.But, as soon as it began, it seemed to end, with Jotaro pulling himself up and starting to redress himself. You pouted, looking up at him.

“I guess you’re not the cuddling type.” You were half teasing, crossing your arms just a little to show you were just the slightest bit upset. Jotaro just rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a fan of cuddling on dirty classroom floors, no. You should have higher standards for yourself.” He replied, leaving you only to laugh.

“You didn’t mind the floor when we were-” You teased, but Jotaro only rolled his eyes and cut you off.

“Shut up. I swear, I don’t know how I’m going to survive you as a partner.” Jotaro replied as he pulled his belt on. The comment made you pause. Partners?

“W-What do you mean by that? Are you saying we’re dating now?” You asked, feeling your cheeks start to heat up just the slightest bit.

“What else? Seriously, you don’t know how to read the room at all.” Jotaro sighed, holding his hand out to you. You paused for a moment before taking it gingerly, only to be yanked up and pulled into Jotaro’s arms. You gasped, feeling yourself pressed up against Jotaro as he held you in his arms.

“Hey. I love you, you know.” You whispered, unable to keep the words from dribbling out of your mouth. It was quick, quiet, as if you didn’t want Jotaro to hear. As if it was some big secret, or that you were afraid that his strong arms would let you go if he heard those words. But he held onto you still, keeping you close to his chest as his hand brushed through your hair. It was almost tender, in a way that made your already jelly knees weaken.

“Don’t worry. I love you too.” Jotaro replied, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. You let your arms wrap around him, praying that this was no dream. 

But this was real, thank god, and you never felt more at home than you did right now.

[spaceseinensam]

Things that JJBA Fanfic Writers™ write that make me very happy (An Unranked List)

(this is just a compilation of absolutely hilarious/sweet/creative things I've seen once or twice in jojo fics and I want to share some, will update the more I read)

Jotaro being an absolute marine biology nerd, I know the fandom has basically already completely turned him into a dolphin lover, but I'm talking "I will stride around this beach for hours on end just to take photos of starfish and look at corals" - Jotaro, it's just very endearing and cute ok, more of this pls

Okuyasu yelling OI JOSUKE every time he comes across Josuke, it's just so fucking funny, especially in more somber or serious fics, like "this is a very serious situation, this stand user is dangerous, also my internal emotions conflict with how I want to act, this is very ser-"OI JOSUKE

When Rohan is the POV and he just. Talks. So. Much. Shit. Like, this guy has to badmouth everyone, but his internal monologue is always so funny to read, especially the insults, keep it coming

Jotaro having a subscription to Marine Biology Monthly. That's it. It's a one off joke in 1 (one) JotaKak fic (in an NSFW one, so kids, don't search for it) but I find it so fucking hilarious, how dare the author be this damn funny

A bit more serious: Backstory on how Okuyasu got his facial scars. I've read a few fics that provide that and they're all so good and I had tears in my eyes every time bc Okuyasu is so endearing to me and when I have to read about him being abused as a kid to the point he has his facial scars it cracks my heart in two ok my boy deserves love

Also bit more serious: Joseph keeping (parts of) Caesar's head band. A marvelous thing that often pops up and I'm so here for it, like, there was one where he kept it in his wallet during Egypt??!? And it was all faded?! And Avdol asked what significance it had and I damn near cried why is this allowed, Joseph being old-man-emotional is the sweetest thing ever and makes me cry

Giorno being the mean bitch he truly is

Giorno being the awkward teenager he truly is (btw this is not conflicting, Giorno sadly often gets either completely infantalized or sexualized by the fans and I'm just,, yes he's 15 yes he's a teenager, doesn't mean he can't kick your butt and be mean sometimes, but he's also not an emotionless bloodhungry mafia daddy ok)

Mikitaka and Yukako becoming best friends? That's so fucking great and simultaneously so funny, I love it! Hair-braiding and shopping buddys all the way!

On the topic of hair-braiding: I read one completely sugar sweet fic that took place in Morioh a few years after Part 4 and Okuyasu has longer hair in it and asks Yukako for help with braiding??! Yes please, gimme more

Okuyasu starting to work at Tonio's after Part 4 and becoming a chef, yessss this has so much potential and is used so often it's nearly canon, it's great, give me more Chef!Okuyasu

In combination with that: police officer Josuke or medical professional Josuke is also amazing, it's so fitting for his character I love it

Is it apparent that I read a lot of DiU fics I think it is because guess what I also love it when prom happens in Morioh High School and everything that can go wrong will go wrong and in the end the Duwang Gang™ just crashes at Rohan's place, it's hilarious

Whenever the topic of languages is brought up amongst the Crusaders it's great, when Polnareff teaches French swearing to Kakyoin and Kakyoin teaches him to threaten somebody in Japanese, I'm here for it

And last for now: both of the extreme ends of Jotaro's emotional scale, I love it when he's still a stoic grumbling edgy teenage asshole who never learned how to express his feelings through ways other than punching, and I also love it when he's had emotional growth and has matured and can actually voice his feelings without breaking his calm, both are good, both are great, give me more

[fortune-fool02]

In the Dark

Jean Pierre Polnareff x vampire female reader

Requested by: anonymous

“Could I request a part 3 Polnareff x vampire reader? Maybe during the fight against Dio they were somehow turned and try to hide it though it doesn't work much. But they refuse to feed until their hunger pains get to them too much and Pol hates seeing them suffer and just wants to help? Pls no finger feeding cause ngl, that kinda weirds me out. I really love your writing and hope this request is okay!”

Thank you for this. Please enjoy

Shadows crawled around the room, drowning out any speck of light that they could, which was aided with having the curtains shut fully and even reinforced with a spare blanket hung over them, cutting off any sunlight from slipping in. The door to this room was locked from the outside, preventing anyone getting in or out without the key. 

It was something that none of the crusaders wished to have done but they had no option. They had to put their own safety in place and prevent any risks from the vampire within that room. [Name] was, without a doubt, one of the strongest members of their group; her compassion and optimism was something that brought light to their darkness, giving them hope of being able to defeat the enemies they crossed. Mr Joestar had even said that she was too kind for her own good sometimes, and that might have been true for she cared more for those around her rather than herself, always putting herself last. 

As sad as it was, it was this compassionate nature that brought this fate upon her. During their venture into Dio’s mansion, they had all agreed to stay close to each other and not separate from the group which they did. Though, as they ventured further into the mansion, shrouded by a mist of shadows, [Name] had caught a glimpse of something rushing at Polnareff. Acting on blind emotion, she turned and used her Stand to shove him out the way and resulted in her being in this thing’s way. 

The force of the collision threw both her and the figure into the darkness, blinding her for a moment though that was all it took for the thing to bit down onto her neck. A pained cry ripped from her, grabbing the small knife she kept and driving it through the figure’s head, spilling his blood onto her. Polnareff’s Silver Chariot also pierced through the figure, throwing him off [Name] and letting her get back up. Polnareff had looked at her wound and Avdol said that she should have been alright. And she would have been, if the enemy’s blood didn’t get inside of her when he was stabbed. 

She insisted to the others that she was fine as they continued through the mansion yet how her skin lost its colour, her movements were sluggish to the point she could not stand upright without swaying a little. Jotaro made her stand still and told her to follow his finger as he held it in front of her face and moved it side to side slowly, she tried to but a wave of dizziness washed over her, snatching away her consciousness and her body went limp. 

They returned to the hotel they were staying in to allow [Name] to rest and recover from whatever the enemy did to her. Polnareff remained by her side through the night, and it was then that he noticed something off. Her [Skin colour] showed no signs of returning to colour despite the care they had given her and her touch was cold as ice even with the number of blankets they covered her with. Concern brushed over the Frenchman at this, he knew she was strong, she could beat any illness thrown at her yet with no signs of her recovering, that concern only grew more and more. 

Then, out of the blue, she woke up. Polnareff had fallen asleep beside her bed when she did and she smiled at him, her hand rose to gently pet his hair when she stopped. Her eyes locked onto the cola black claws, out of concern, she brought her fingers to her mouth and felt the point of sharpened fangs prick her. She was no fool, she knew exactly what this was. Taking a breath, she calmed herself down and tried to think. Maybe if she wore gloves to hide the claws, and add coverings over the fangs to hide them? It could work. 

No. Lying to them would only make it worse, and then there was the issue of the sunlight. Damnit! With all this against her, she did the right thing and told the others of what she believed happened. And thus, she was now confined within the room alone. Polnareff had been given a different room for his own protection and she had to remain in the room until the others had an idea of what to do. 

Despite what they said, Polnareff didn’t like having to be separated from his beloved. He understood the reasons why but the idea of her being shut away and locked up like a savage beast did not sit well with him. He knew [Name] would never harm them, no matter what she was, and he refused to stand by and let her suffer alone. 

***

Pain struck her abdomen like a knife, twisting painfully despite her attempts to soothe or ignore it. She didn’t need it, she was still human. She didn’t need to feed. Her form curled in the corner of the room, as far away from the door as she could get, her hands wrapped around her abdomen in an vain attempt to soothe the pain. Her body craved for the sweet crimson liquid that pumped through every person’s veins outside of that door but she couldn’t allow herself to. If she did, Dio had won and she would be no better than him, and she didn’t want that.

Stuck in her little bubble of thoughts, she did not hear the door unlock and open, nor it shut behind the person, but she did smell the blood. Crimson eyes snapped open and she shot upright, looking over at the source of the sweet smell and froze. 

“Polnareff? You shouldn’t be in here.” The strain in her voice made his heart clench, she was in pain though he was not deaf to the faint hiss in her words. As far as he knew, no one has allowed her to feed at all. No, that was wrong, she has refused to feed. 

“Mon chéri, I cannot bare to let you suffer alone.” He went to approach her more only for her to turn away from him weakly. She was drained of energy from her refusal to feed yet the hunger flared, twisting the knife in her abdomen more and earning a whine from her. He was so close, so much so that she could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat like a steady drum. That sweet liquid coursing through his veins, just under his skin, surely he wouldn’t mind letting her. He did love her after all. 

No! She couldn’t. “Polnareff, please. I don’t want to...” The Frenchman sighed softly, her words tightening around his heart and he simply approached and sat down in front of her, his back resting against the bed. 

“[Name], look at me, please.” She did as told, her once beautiful [Eye colour] orbs now glowed a crimson red though he did not care. To him, they were still as beautiful as before. He reached forward and gently cupped her face, softly caressing her cold skin. His touch was so warm against her skin. “I don’t want to see you suffer. You are nothing like that bastard because you have humanity.” 

His words were coated with that soft tone that always made her feel safe and protected. Though she wanted to believe that, she couldn’t. “But, I’m a-” Whatever she was going to say was cut off by him. 

“[Name], you are a woman who is suffering something she shouldn’t. You are the most sweetest, compassionate person in the entire world, and that doesn’t change because of what happened. If anything, it only proves it more as you don’t want to feed.” At his words, she leaned into his hand. How could she deserve someone like Polnareff?  

A rumble from her stomach interrupted this moment and she cursed herself, pulling away from him. Though, he gently cupped her face again and turned her gaze to him, his eyes as soft and warm as his smile was. 

“Mon amore, please, take what you need from me. I can’t let you suffer like this anymore.” As he spoke, he tilted his head aside a little, allowing her access to his neck. Shock painted her expression at this, he was offering such a thing for her? Warmth flooded her for the first time since she was infected with this damnable curse. Slowly, she shifted close to him and sat on his lap. 

“Please, stop me if I cannot stop myself.” She whispered to him, her fangs itching to sink into his skin to get to the warm, rich blood but she held back. Polnareff nodded and waited for her to do it. She leaned close to his neck and gently kissed the spot she had chosen a few times to indicate where she was going to bite. Slowly, her fangs sunk into his skin as carefully as she could be. 

A slightly wince was made from him but aside from that he remained still, his arms holding her gently to comfort her, reassuring her that this was alright. He didn’t care if she was no longer human, she was still the same woman he had fallen in love with and he refuses to give up on believing that. 

He will always be there for her, just as he swore to her when he confessed his feelings for her.

[dixielis]

An Interesting Turn of Events [2/?]

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin Summary: There were three things Jotaro Joestar was completely certain about: One. 80’s rock was the be-all end-all of music. Two. The movie Jaws wrongly portrayed sharks as evil and blood-thirsty, and he did not stand for it at all. Three. Being an alpha while also part of the Joestar-lineage was an absolute curse. Warnings: Omegaverse with omega!Kakyoin and alpha!Jotaro Dio is in this and he’s pretty creepy A/N: Chapter 2! weep woop

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He did partially blame all the moving around on why he didn’t end up having any friends at any of these schools. Sometimes other kids would try to make small talk with him or invite him over to play with them. Kakyoin would however always turn them down. What would even be the point? He would eventually have to move away anyways. And if he didn’t get attached to anyone it was always a lot less painful to do so.

Today was his first day of his latest high school. This had to be the fourth or fifth one he would be attending. He had honestly lost count at this point.

Kakyoin went about his first day as he had done many times before. Go to the principal’s office, collect his schedule and a map over the school grounds, head over to homeroom and introduce himself to the rest of the class. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before.

His first day, thankfully, passed uneventfully. Aside from a few questioning glances nobody tried approaching him. Kakyoin instead spent the day homing in on the conversations going on around him, trying to learn as much about his school as possible. About what was currently going on, and most importantly, about who to avoid.

At his lunch break he decided to sit close to a group of mostly omega girls who were chatting loudly with each other. He always found that these sorts of groups seemed to have all the latest news and gossip, and that they would discuss it loudly enough for anyone to hear.

“We should all make a pact. About who we will ask to the dance”

“That is still four months away”

“You can never get started too quickly. I call Jojo!” The other girls let out noises of clear distress at this.

“Not fair! You can’t just call somebody like that”

“Well, I just did!”

“Jojo as in the tequila-smuggling one?”

“Yes!”

“Then I want the other one!”

“Not if I ask him first”

Kakyoin realized that he had quickly lost track of their conversation. Not that it seemed to be very interesting for what he was after in the first place. Whoever were considered the hottest alpha’s on campus wasn’t really anything he needed to know. It wasn’t like he was searching for one anyways.

“I was already asked to the dance actually” one of the girls exclaimed proudly.

“No way! Who was it?”

“That weird French beta. You know, the one with the weird hair?”

“Oh, what did you say?”

“I told him no. I don’t really want to go to the dance with a beta”

“You probably only did it because he has bigger boobs than you”

“He does not! I said no because I’m going to ask Dio”

“But I was going to ask Dio!”

“You can take the Frenchie instead since you seem to like his boobs so much!”

Kakyoin decided that it was time to officially zone out from their chattering. He felt like he has heard enough unrelated gossip to last him for the rest of the month.

The next couple days continued in a similar fashion. Kakyoin simply kept his head down and tried to avoid attracting any unnecessary attention. Whenever somebody spoke to him he would act polite, but always try to keep himself unmemorable. He wanted to be practically invisible.

This worked surprisingly well until his fourth day. The unexpected groupwork in biology class did however end up breaking his lucky streak. Since he doesn’t know anybody in the entire school he has no choice but to let faith decide who he will partner up with.

And faith apparently decided that he deserved to suffer that day. Because of course his first official group member had to be the kind of douchey alpha that he would prefer to avoid at all costs. And of course said alpha had to start making inappropriate suggestions at him as soon as he sat down.

Kakyoin was too busy refreshing his memory of every ancient torture method he could think of to even notice the other two people taking their seats nearby. It wasn’t before Mia decided to cut of the alpha in the middle of one of his especially lewd comments that Kakyoin noticed that they were no longer alone.

The beta would then continue talking, pretending as if nothing had been going on. Kakyoin felt himself spacing out as he took a proper look around at his designated group members. Mia seemed alright, at least. The two other alphas on the other hand gave off very different vibes. Kakyoin could almost taste the tension between them in his throat. The blonde one still had an underlying scent of disgusting want coming off him. Kakyoin could see him still trying to make eye contact with him, and opted for observing the dark-haired alpha instead.

The majority of his face, his eyes included, were obscured by the brim of the cap he is wearing. His arms were crossed over his quite well-defined chest. Kakyoin silently curses himself out for even noticing the others build.

The alpha definitely gives off an intimidating aura. He is everything an ideal alpha should be after all, at least look-wise. But he also seems to be calm and secure, the exact opposite of the light-haired alpha seated in front of him.

Kakyoin’s thoughts are suddenly interrupted as the dark-haired alpha suddenly speaks up. Apparently they are now splitting up into pairs, which Kakyoin embarrassedly realizes he had completely missed while he was busy eyeing up the man in front of him.

Kakyoin gave a quick prayer to any gods that may be listening that he would end up working with the beta. But as usual, faith has other plans. Plans that end up with him forcing to pick which of the alphas he would rather work with. Which in and on itself is a very easy choice. The alpha known as Trent has returned his hands to Kakyoin’s desk, one of his fingers stroking up his wrist slowly.

God, he can’t wait to get those hands away from in.

His mind races to make up an excuse to not have to work with Trent. Lying about his father’s job might not be the smartest idea, but at least it gets the job done. Trent immediately let’s up on him, a strong sour scent now coming off him in waves. Kakyoin can’t help but smirk slightly to himself at the others change in mood.

Then Mia and Trent end up leaving, and he is all alone with the alpha who is apparently known as Jojo. Kakyoin silently cursed Trent out from under his breath. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief washing over him as he watches him walk out of his line of sight.

He turned his eyes towards the remaining alpha and suggests that they should get going as well. He only received a grunt in reply, and Jojo immediately stands up and starts heading off as well. Kakyoin quickly shoved his things back into his bag and hurried after him.

He could feel the burning hatred and jealousy coming off a group of omegas as they pass them. Their attention is clearly pointed towards him. Kakyoin only shoots them a dirty look in response. It wasn’t his fault that he ended up being partners with Mr. tall and handsome, like they clearly all yearned after so badly. Kakyoin still remembers the conversation he overheard a few days earlier, which lets him know that the alpha he is currently following is quite sought after by a large chunk of the local omega population.

They soon ended up alone in one of the spare rooms just down the hallway. Kakyoin quickly learned that the alpha doesn’t seem to say a lot, neither with his words or with his expressions. His eyes are still hidden underneath that godforsaken hat of his, making him even harder to read.

Kakyoin almost started to regret his decision of pairing up with him when he notices the dolphins covering one of the alpha’s notebooks. He bites back a smile at the revelation. A bad guy wouldn’t have sparkly, bright blue dolphins doodled on his notebook, would he?

As they start talking Kakyoin quickly realizes that Jotaro is not what he thought he would be. He doesn’t seem to mind Kakyoin’s teasing and his apparent interest in starfish is quite endearing.

When they eventually get properly started with their assignment Kakyoin finally gets the chance to take a proper look at the alpha in front of him. His hat has been angled away from his face and Kakyoin can now properly see his eyes.

They are a striking emerald green colour, and Kakyoin can immediately feel himself drowning in them. His long eyelashes and thick, slightly furrowed brows also don’t help one bit. Kakyoin immediately understands the other omegas’ reactions towards him.

Kakyoin silently curses himself out as he feels his own cheeks heat up. This was not according to the plan at all. He tried to calm his now rapid heartbeat.

He refused to fall for an alpha he had known for a total of twenty minutes.

Kakyoin jumped slightly as the bell suddenly rang, signalling the end of class. Jotaro looked up from his books and their eyes met for a split second. Kakyoin can feel his heart start racing again.

Fucking omega biology.

He quickly made up an excuse about his next class being on the other side of campus and hurried off. Hopefully Jotaro hadn’t noticed how stirred up he had become. He could feel his heartbeat returning to normal as he hastily made his way down the corridor.

He was fine. None of that necessarily had to mean anything.

He quickly checked over his schedule. Art was going to be his next and final class for the day. He let out a breath of relief at this. In art class he could hopefully just take a seat in a corner and ignore everyone around him. People wouldn’t even think there was anything strange about it, and would hopefully just believe that he was just another passionate art student.

Kakyoin arrived at the classroom a good few minutes before the class is about to start. The room consists of a number of larger tables, that they are obviously supposed to share.

Great. Not even here he could be alone.

Kakyoin silently scanned through the people already seated. He knows that people from all years are mixed together, so he is even unsure of which students are in his grade.

Most tables are already seemingly full, people chatting loudly among each other. He noticed that one of the tables however still had just one occupant. An omega who was already bent over a sketchbook, doing quick confident strokes over the pages. He seemed to be completely engulfed in his drawing and doesn’t even look up as Kakyoin takes the seat opposite him. Kakyoin however doesn’t mind this one bit, enjoying the few moments of silence before the rest of the seats around the table inevitably end up occupied as well.

Just as he predicted, a few more people are soon seated as his table. Luckily none of them are paying him any mind either.

“You mind if I sit here?”

Kakyoin turned his head and looked up at a blonde beta dressed in an interesting mix of sky blue and bright pink. He had a polite smile on his face as he gestured to the seat next to Kakyoin.

“Oh. Sure, no problem” Kakyoin replied, shifting slightly to the side as the beta sits down next to him.

“You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?” the beta asked as he looked him up down.

“Yeah, I just transferred here a few days ago. Name’s Kakyoin”

“I’m Caesar, nice to meet you” the other boy offered, holding out his hand, smiling brightly at Kakyoin as he shook it. Caesar then starts making small talk with him, telling him stories about various things that has happened around campus.

“Could you please keep it down, some people are trying to work here” an unfamiliar voice hissed out. The boy across from them who had previously been caught up in his sketching was now glaring straight at them.

“Shut it, we’re not in a fucking church” Caesar replied curtly, like he they had this conversation several times before.

“Doesn’t mean that you have to shout!”

“You’re the only one shouting here, you know”

“Shut up!”

Caesar let out a snort at the others clear irritation. He then turned back towards Kakyoin.

“That’s Rohan, don’t mind him he’s just a fucking gremlin”

“Stop calling me that you fucking bottle of mediocre dressing-” Rohan was suddenly interrupted by a new voice being added to the mix.

“Gentlemen, there’s no need to fight” the voice was almost alarmingly calm and practically dripping with the semblance of alpha. Kakyoin quickly turned his head over his shoulder to regard the newcomer, who is standing right behind him.

His hair was a similar shade to Caesar’s, but that seems to be the only thing they have in common. This man is a lot broader, and taller, and immediately gives of a strong aura of alpha. Kakyoin’s eyes snap up to look at the others face, only to find that he is already looking straight at him. His head is slightly cocked to the side, a clear look of interest hidden somewhere deep in his yellow eyes.

The alpha breaks their eye contact to sit down in the vacant seat next to Kakyoin.

“Nobody said that you could sit down” Caesar said coolly, clearly not happy about the alpha joining them. The alpha however ignored him, instead choosing to keep all his attention fixed on Kakyoin.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked, his eyes not leaving Kakyoin’s for even a second.

“It’s Kakyoin. I’m a new transfer student”

The alpha hummed in approval, the sound low in his throat. He reached his hand out towards Kakyoin’s ear. Kakyoin felt himself freeze up as Dio gently poked at his earring.

“Kakyoin, huh. It suits you”

Kakyoin immediately decided that he did not like the way his name sounded coming from those lips. Not one bit.

“I’m Dio Brando, a pleasure to make your acquaintance”

Kakyoin recalls the discussion that the omega girls were having a few days earlier. Dio had been one of the names thrown around in their conversation. So he was clearly someone that most people knew of. Kakyoin was not very surprised at this, as he understood why Dio would seem desirable to an omega. At least to those that didn’t spend a lot of their waking time actively trying to avoid such people, like Kakyoin himself did.

But before Kakyoin had time to come up with a reply their teacher had entered the room. Kakyoin felt as relief washed over him. There was a certain coldness in Dio’s eyes that he didn’t like. And Caesar’s reaction toward him joining them worried him as well.

The assignment of the day was to do some simple sketches of different types of landscapes. The room was quickly filled with a low buzz of voices as people begun talking among each other while getting to work.

Kakyoin and Caesar immediately hit it off, discussing which upcoming games they planned on purchasing. Kakyoin found him to be surprisingly easy to talk to. Every now and then Rohan would throw in a word about how annoying they were, but Kakyoin quickly learned to simply disregard it.

“Favourite final fantasy game in three, two, one”

“Seven”

“Ten”

“But seven is so good!”

“Have you even played the tenth one?”

“I have but it comes nowhere close to-“ Caesar suddenly trailed off as a splatter of paint without warning come flying straight at him, coating him in the dark green substance.

“Rohan, what the fuck?!”

“I told you to shut up” Rohan replied calmly, giving Caesar a slight smirk before turning his attention back to his sketchpad. Caesar cursed him out from under his breath.

“An important lesson to learn, Kakyoin, is to never wear your best clothes to art class. Because Rohan will undoubtedly fuck them up because he can’t stand people talking like normal human beings” Caesar let out an irritated huff at the end of his rant.

“I’ll be right back, I just have to get this shit out of my clothes before it stains” Caesar then quickly walked off towards the closest bathroom.

Kakyoin looked over at Rohan, who shot him another sharp glare, clearly warning him that he would be next if he didn’t lower his voice. Kakyoin only let out a snort at this, and went back to sketching at his current drawing of a desert, adding in a few palm trees.

“You’re pretty good”

Kakyoin nearly jumped out of his seat as Dio’s voice sounded directly into his ear. He could feel the warmth from his breath ghosting over his neck. Kakyoin felt a sense of uneasiness wash over him.

“Oh, thank you, Dio” He replied, deciding that he should probably at least attempt to stay polite with the alpha. Dio hummed slightly.

“Any particular locations that inspired it?”

“Well, I went to Egypt with my parents a few years back” Kakyoin disclosed, and tried to ignore the feeling of Dio’s breathing against his neck as he kept on drawing.

“Beautiful place” Dio agreed, leaning forward a bit. “I lived there for a few months a while back”

“I see” Kakyoin replied curtly, unsure of what to say. He simply continued to draw, while discreetly watching Dio from the corner of his eye. He noticed that Dio had given up on watching him sketch and was now looking directly at him again. But he didn’t say or do anything. He simply sat there, almost hovering over him but never actually touching him.

“Shouldn’t you be working on your own piece, Brando?”

Kakyoin turned his head towards Caesar, who had seemingly just returned from the washroom. He glared down at Dio with slightly narrowed eyes.

“I was simply admiring Kakyoin’s work” Dio replied sweetly, but backed off none the less. Kakyoin looked between the two men as Caesar took his seat again. The tension between them felt so strong you could cut it with a knife.

And in the blink of an eye everything seemed to turn back to normal again.

“Guess who managed to save his shirt” Caesar clapped his hands together excitedly as he smiled brightly at Kakyoin. “In your face, Rohan”

Caesar and Kakyoin quickly got back on track of their previous discussion. They did however try to keep their voices down, so they wouldn’t warrant any more hissing noises from Rohan. Before Kakyoin knew it the bell had rung, signalling the end of the school day. People around him started to pack up and head out off the classroom, and Kakyoin did the same. Just as he was about to stand up, Caesar grabbed hold of his shoulder.

“Hey, you wanna swap numbers real quick? I want to send you the video of that speed-run I told you about earlier”

“Eh, sure” Kakyoin said hesitantly. “Let me just grab my phone”

He started to rummage through his bag, finally finding it at the very bottom of it, hidden underneath a whole days’ worth of textbooks. He fished it up and turned towards Caesar, whose earlier carefree expression had turned sour. Kakyoin quickly looked around and noticed that they were now left alone in the room.

“Listen, Kakyoin” Caesar begun, and Kakyoin turned his attention back towards him.

“You should watch out around Dio. He may seem charming eunough, but it is all an act. He is absolutely ruthless when things don’t go his way”

“Why?” Kakyoin asked wearily. “What has he done?”

Caesar let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s a long and complicated story, but he has these really sick ways of seeking revenge on the people that he feels have wronged him. One of my friends are one of those people, he actually ended up getting stabbed because Dio couldn’t handle not being the best at everything”

Kakyoin’s eyes widened at this.

“Is he okay?” Caesar just nodded in response.

“He’s fine. But there’s been lots of other rumours of things he’s done going around. But his family are all lawyers, so they usually succeed in keeping it on the down low. That’s why you’ll probably only hear people around here praising him” Caesar fell silent.

“I see” Kakyoin replied, an unnerving feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. “Thank you, Caesar. I’ll keep that in mind”

Caesar gives him a slight smile. They stand in silence for a few moments.

“Right! Could I still have your phone number? I wasn’t kidding about that speed-run”

Kakyoin happily agrees and they quickly swap numbers. Caesar then picks up all of his stuff and heads towards the door.

He hesitates just as he is about to walk out of the room, and turns back to face Kakyoin again.

“Please do be careful around Dio. I’ve hears rumours about the… things he has done to omegas’ in particular”

“I’ll be careful. Promise”

“Good. I guess I’ll see you later then” Caesar lifted his hand in a wordless goodbye and walked out the door. Just as Kakyoin was about to pick up his stuff his head poked around the doorframe again.

“And if he tries anything always punch for the throat” Kakyoin let’s out a quick laugh at this.

“I know how to fight, Caesar”

“Just making sure. Bye then!”

And then his head once again disappears, and Kakyoin can hear his footsteps moving away down the hall. Kakyoin throws his bag over his shoulder and follows out into the hallway. The school is almost entirely empty by now. Which wasn’t very surprising, very few people enjoyed being in school enough to actually stick around after the day had ended.

Kakyoin made his way towards the main entrance, and out into the slightly cool afternoon air. The sky had begun to darken ever so slightly. He should probably get a move on if he wanted to make it home before it turned completely dark. He started digging through his pockets for his headphones, as he began walking, turning down onto the road toward his house.

“Kakyoin”

He instantly froze in place.

That was without a doubt Dio’s voice. Kakyoin turned his head slightly as he watched Dio confidently march up to him, both hands deep in his pockets.

“What took you so long, I was beginning to think that you had gotten lost somewhere” Dio smiles at him.

“Ah, Caesar just wanted to show me something before we left” Kakyoin fiddled with his thumbs nervously. “Why are you still here, Dio?”

“I was hoping to get some company on my walk home. Luckily it seems we both live down the same road” Dio flashed him another smile. His eyes however still looked as cold as they had been back in the classroom.

Kakyoin could feel his mind spinning as he tried to come up with an excuse that would keep him as far away from Dio as possible.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, you must be pretty tired-“

“Nonsense, you are far from being a bother, Kakyoin” Dio paused as he looked Kakyoin up and down. “Shall we?” He nodded slightly, signalling for Kakyoin to keep walking. Kakyoin’s mind is at a blank, and he simply does as suggested. Dio picks up his own pace as well, walking close by his side.

“Besides” Dio continued “It would be unfortunate if you were to walk home all alone and run into someone, troublesome”

At the last few words he looked straight into Kakyoin’s eyes. Kakyoin could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“I know how to take care of myself, just because I’m an omega doesn’t mean I’m helpless” he countered. His words would hopefully be enough to make Dio back off.

Dio raised his hands in defeat and let out a slight chuckle.

“I’m sure you can, but it is always better to be safe than sorry, isn’t it?”

Kakyoin just stayed quiet. But Dio didn’t seem to mind his silence. Instead he started telling Kakyoin about his studies, every now and then asking Kakyoin a question, which he in return replied to as curly as possible.

Dio however did not let this faze him, as he kept on talking until Kakyoin could finally spot his own house appearing in the distance as they turn a corner.

He let out a slight sigh of relief as he stopped to a halt in front of the gate. Dio abruptly cuts off in the middle of his sentence.

“Oh, this is where you live?” he asked, his eyes still refusing to leave Kakyoin’s form.

“Yep. Bye then” Kakyoin replied dismissively as he turned to walk up to the gate. Dio’s arm quickly shot out in front of him, stopping him from moving away.

“I live just a few blocks down the road, we’re practically neighbours” Dio smiled at him.

“That’s nice, but I really should get inside-“

Kakyoin is once again cut off as Dio shifted to stand right in front of him, effectively blocking Kakyoin’s view of the front door. One of his hands comes to rest at the slight curve of Kakyoin’s waist, and Dio leans forward slightly.

Kakyoin stood frozen in shock.

Dio’s other hand moved up to tuck his wavy bang behind his ear, before lightly grabbing a hold of his chin. Kakyoin could feel Dio’s breath on him as he leaned downwards slightly. His stomach turned.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were to come over to my place for a bit, Kakyoin” Dio’s voice is nothing more than a whisper.

Kakyoin’s mind suddenly goes clear and he springs into action, giving Dio a sharp push, resulting in him taking a few staggering steps backwards.

“I’d rather not” Kakyoin said coldly, hoping that his voice won’t betray him as he can feel a slight tremble in his hands.

Dio looked taken aback for a moment, before he quickly slipped back into his previous confident smirk.

“I see-”

“And I would prefer it if you were to back off from now on”

They stand in silence for a few moments, Kakyoin only focused on keeping his breathing even.

“I’ll head off then, it was nice meeting you, Kakyoin” Dio said in an indifferent was, bowing his head slightly. He gave Kakyoin a final short glance, his expression unreadable, before he turned around and continued on down the road.

Kakyoin watched him until he finally turns a corner and is out of his sight. He willed his heart to calm down as he quickly opened the gate and slipped in through the front door. He immediately made a beeline for his room and threw himself down on the bed.

All he had wanted was a quiet, uneventful day.

But he had gotten anything but.

Faith had apparently decided that it was time to introduce a series of new assholes into his life. First that douchebag Trent, and then that absolute creep Dio who made his skin crawl. He felt thankful towards Caesar for at least warning him about the guy. At least he had been kind towards him today. Maybe they were even close to becoming friends. They had exchanged numbers after all.

And then there was Jotaro. The past hour of activity had been quite effective in keeping him off his mind. But now that he is back home and safe in his own room his thoughts started floating back to those bright green eyes of. That were almost tender, and were missing that aura of coldness that Dio’s emitted.

Kakyoin let his eyes shut for a moment. His brain too tired from the day’s events to do anything more productive. He slowly felt himself be lulled to sleep, dreaming of emerald green eyes and dark, messy hair.

[stand-infected-jotaro]

Fateswap Part 2 Event: Start & Continuation

Dio stepped away from the area where Star Platinum and Jotaro were, seemingly down for the count, but he knew that they were likely to recover, it wasn’t a life-ending wound, especially for a vampire, however it was enough for him to be able to get away, hopefully far enough away from Jotaro to keep from being on his tail.

Either way, Dio couldn’t be happier to get away from that stand, feeling invigorated in a way he couldn’t describe. Perhaps it was because of the fact the now vampiric nature he possessed needed the blood he stole, or it was the thrill of battle he was getting acquainted with over time, due to having his own stand now.

As Dio stepped quickly through the town, getting as far away from the scene of the battle as possible, his own stand finally spoke up once more, projecting a panicked question. ‘Dio, what did you do? I thought you didn’t wanna do anything like that? You took his blood! Why? How come?!” 

Dio quietly replied, “I know, I said I wasn’t going to do anything like that, but we used a lot of energy in that fight, you know… I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t die, at least of starvation or something.”

“I understand, but wasn’t his blood what got us into this mess in the first place?”

“Perhaps, but we’re okay! We can make it out of here!”

As Dio kept going, he caught a glimpse of himself in the window of one of the many shops as he hurried down the street, a streak of purples, blues, black and yellow. However, the blonde seemed to be a bit less in his own hair it seemed, causing him to pause, back up, and actually look and examine his own reflection again.

His eyes didn’t deceive him, the sunlike color of his old hair, fading quickly as it made way for the encroaching color of a stark ebony filled night sky. Of course, the colors of All-Star shone through his own skin even more vibrantly than before. As he looked at his reflection, he noticed his canines poking out of his mouth slightly now. He was really losing himself tonight, wasn’t he?

Sighing, he shook his head, continuing his path out of the area, “Okay, maybe that didn’t help regarding the… What was the term that he used, manifesting? It really didn’t help regarding the manifestation of you, huh…?”

“Yes, that’s why I’m worried! I don’t want to end up hurting you overall by manifesting, Dio… I don’t want you to bring me out unnecessarily, please…”

“Alright, I hopefully won’t have to do that, then... But first we’ve got to get out of here.”

Dio finally stepped into an alleyway near the edge of town giving a quiet sigh of relief. He no longer felt the impending feeling of Star Platinum’s energy. As he finally relaxed for a minute, walking towards the city’s entrance, before feeling an unfamiliar stand energy, and some talking, resulting in a panicked choice of choosing between staying on the ground, or heading somewhere else, either nearby or away from the situation, though his curiosity overcame him, caving as he used his flight to get on top of a building to watch and listen to the unknown stand users.

“Joseph, you really should lighten up a little about this whole thing, you’re acting as if we’re in a hurry, you seriously should calm down, it’s not like fighting him is imperative, Holly’s already been consumed by her stand, you can’t stop that now. Especially since you were the first person in the bloodline to get a stand, if you plan on living through this whole thing… Well, you know how this works, don’t you?”

For some reason just looking at the yellow - seemingly somewhat armoured under his clothes - stand user made his eyebrows involuntarily furrow. That sounded like his own voice, however in an obviously condescending tone, the kind that fills someone with disgust.

“Dio, I don’t care, I’ve seen what he’s done first hand, giving innocent people stands, and making them fight for him.” The man covered in purple thorny vines glared up at the other. “He made me give you a stand. He’s given many of the people we’ve fought stands. I want him to stop, it doesn’t matter if he’s family now, it only matters that we put a stop to this...”

So that was the Dio that Jotaro was talking about it seemed. The one he was confused for just because he was also a Dio. Wild. Did Jotaro seriously think he was doing some kind of justice by treating the wrong person poorly, no matter how obvious it was? Gosh.

The Dio - who caused a butterfly effect that caused the now vampiric Dio a huge hassle due to being the same person but somehow not - exhaled, causing some stray sparks of hamon to sizzle over him, as he tilted his head at his nephew. “I see. Well. That’s fine. I can understand why, I wouldn’t do something rash to keep Giorno from both having a stand and a lack of a father… Though it’d spare him from the fate of having to deal with the stand…”

Just then a man with a bird’s head piped in with an interjection, “Seriously, Dio? You already know it’s been over 50 days, we can’t fix the fact they have stands now. At least don’t be rude about it. Especially because, well, as I said, you already know. So can’t we stop our bickering and just go to the inn? If we’re going to get any rest before we finally try to find Jotaro, we need to do that and work together instead of acting cruel!”

A man who looked mostly made of metal added quietly and sarcastically while looking away from the group, “You can just say he was acting like a bastard, Avdol,” as he picked at the steel-like skin poking out of his arms.

Huh, Dio thought, Bastard Dio… That has a good ring to it.

“Bastard” Dio shifted uncomfortably, eyes flicking quickly between the other party members, before huffing, “Well, I guess I forgot about that detail… Oh well, we better head to the hotel, right? I do apologize for bringing up such a subject matter...” Dio could read the Bastard Dio easily, because, well, they’re both Dios. The apology was insincere, yet most of the group seemed to accept it begrudgingly, except for his nephew.

As the group stepped forward, Joseph hesitated. “Wait.”

“What, don’t tell me you’re still mad at what I said, nephew?”

“No, it’s not that, but I am still mad. Look.” The vine covered old man pointed up to the place where Dio was hiding. He added onto his alert a tad quietly, talking about how “This stand user feels like Star Platinum, but they look different-”

“HEY! You!” Bastard Dio yelled towards Dio unexpectedly, causing his hair to crinkle in slight panic from being addressed so abruptly. “Come down here!”

Dio paused for a minute, before answering. “No!”

The other Dio squinted frustratedly before shouting back, “Why not?! We came all the way here just to fight you and your stand, Jotaro! You and Star Platinum! So get down here and fight us so we can get this over with!”

“I’m not Jotaro, you oversized banana!”

Bastard Dio was getting upset, which was given away by his hand starting to ball into a fist. “Mud- Mu- May I ask who you are, then?”

Dio stood up upon the roof, giving himself a full introduction. “Dio Joestar. I’m not here to fight, but… God, you ruined that kid, y’know.”

The crusaders, all except for Joseph and Bastard Dio, looked at each other confusedly. The vine filled grandfather looked up accusingly at his uncle, who only seemed to grow more frustrated at that, his expression appearing more aggressive.

“I’m not on anybody’s side here, I kinda just REALLY want to leave this entire situation, but geez, you’re even worse than I was before. You treated him so poorly, and that’s all he would talk about, ‘oh, my great uncle did this, my great uncle did that,’ and until now I didn’t even know that was you! Part of the reason I’m like this now is because of how you affected him, and now he’s acting out in the worst possible way! You ruined a perfectly good Jotaro! And you’re still even treating your even less great nephew poorly! What the fuck, man?”

“He never treated me with any kind of respect! He w-”

“Dude, I know! I was treated how he would’ve treated you! But jeez, he was a kid! No wonder he didn’t respect you, you certainly didn’t. He didn’t do anything to you then, but you kept doing things to him, making people not believe him!”

“He fleshbudded his grandfather! Do you seriously think that’s ok?!”

Dio paused as it took him a second to remember exactly what a fleshbud did. “Oh! No, of course not, but apparently from what I was told he really trusted him.”

“Then why would you fleshbud someone you trust, huh?! Using his trust?!”

He paused again, before thinking for a minute. He thought about why this was the case, then answered, “Well, I mean… I got to know him and his motives, and I think that it was exactly why he did it, because he trusted him! Probably the same reason he revived me and gave me a stand... I don’t think that’s good at all, but I certainly don’t think he’d do that to someone who treated him poorly, huh?”

A man with a gun looked between the two Dios, before asking, “Wait. If y’all’re both Dio, same name’n everythin’ which… That’s pro’bly impossible, but why would he trust you if what you’re sayin’ is true?”

“Cause I didn’t instantly belittle him! Cause I helped him and the rest of the group when they were in a bad situation! So Dio, or uh… Yeah, Bastard Dio, you really weren’t someone he trusted at all! You didn’t even deserve to be fleshbudded!” “How dare you!” Bastard Dio shouted angrily, punching the building Dio was standing on, breaking a hole into it.

The man that really did seem to be almost properly clad in armor stood bewildered at that comment, “How was that an effective insult?”

The other man holding a gun shook his head confusedly, “I really dunno what’s happening anymore, I dunno if we should interrupt, this is so weird.”

Dio looked down at Bastard Dio as he looked up, clearly seething anger. All-Star interjected to Dio, “What are you doing?! Why are you making him angry like this?!”

Which Dio finally replied quietly to his stand, “To prove something to them.”

“Are you going to need me to fight them?! Didn’t I say that we shouldn’t fight unnecessarily?”

“Yes, and yes. But this is an exception.” Dio looked down at the other Dio, who was winding up to ‘muda’ the building. “He’s been being a real jerk all these years, you think I’m gonna let him do that? Something needs to be done.”

Bastard Dio didn’t even hear, as he let his stand attempt to bring down the building, causing the last spark of hamon to fade, using his stand entirely, causing a flurry of fists to attempt to bust down the building.

It was clear that Jotaro picked up some problem solving skills from his great-great-great uncle.

While Bastard Dio was preoccupied, Dio took the opportunity to jump down, not onto the ground, no, to drop kick the bastard. Despite the rest of the group attempting to warn them, the stand was a stand which had a tendency to ignore everything except what they were trying to do in the first place, meaning the drop kick struck with no problem. Dio pushed back off into the sky afterwards, causing The World to stumble back slightly, helmet-like skull getting scuffed in the midst.

“Geez. You two are so alike, so focused… You influenced him a lot, Jotaro…”

The World attempted to leap at Dio, as he easily dodged out of the way. As the world started to land from the leap, they got an elbow to the back from the now vampiric stand user. “He picked up the way you treated others after all this time, and it shows!”

The yellow stand attempted to turn around quickly to bring a fist to Dio’s face, though he already leapt back into the air before the punch landed. Dio and The World briefly had eye contact, Dio seeing the bright orange eyes of the stand, while the stand saw Dio’s reddened eyes, causing them to smirk to themselves, being reminded of something.

Dio, now preparing for another attack, watched the stand carefully, as they reached into the jacket, gaze leaving Dio briefly, leaving an opening, the vampire seizing the opportunity, speeding downward, landing a heavy punch on the side of the helmet-like structure, giving it a small crack, the stand dropping the knives they were attempting to get out of the jacket falling to the ground.

Though... there was a problem.

Just then, Bastard Dio’s stand grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. The stand spoke in “muda’s” to the other stand user. “You can hear me, right?”

Dio squinted angrily at the other stand while attempting to pull away, but the stand only tightened its grip, due to The World being manifested, while All-Star was not.

“Judging by that reaction, you can. Listen here, I don’t know who you are, or why you SAY that you’re Dio, but let me tell you something. Dio’s already fought against a vampire and won. And you’re going to be no different in that, ‘Dio.”’

Dio’s red eyes showed an expression of disbelief and anger, “Are you… Are you talking about Jonathan?”

The bastard’s stand smiled, bringing Dio even closer, eyes meeting the orange with nowhere else to look, “Of course, Dio fought him and won. I figured that if you’re really Dio, you’d have had a similar experience, right? Fighting your brother, winning, watching the sparks of hamon go through him, making sure that he won’t cause anyone else to be subordinates of his vampiric desires! Surely if you’re him, you’d understand that!”

His eyes widened, watching the stand describe it like it was a good thing. “Let me guess, he gave him the mask, huh? Your Dio?”

The stand gave a silent confirmation.

“I knew it, he didn’t do anything to you, he never did, he didn’t deserve anything like that to happen, you asshole! I may have done something like that, but I apologized, and I made it up to him! You killed him!” Dio punctuated his sentence with a fist to the crack in the helm, making the crack bigger and causing it to bleed metallic, greenish blood, the force causing his head to turn away.

The World turned back to Dio, still holding him firmly. “You know how you beat a vampire, right?”

Dio felt like he knew what was coming. It felt familiar, somehow. But in a bad way. “All-Star!”

All-Star started to manifest, attempting to pull away from the crazed stand, however it was too late, it seemed, the stand finally remembered it could breathe, starting to take a deep breath. The duo panicked, all All-Star kept thinking was how to get him to stop, if only things would slow down how they seemed to during the fight with Jotaro, to give them an opening.

Then somehow it happened.

Time did slow down...

To a screeching halt.

All-Star and Dio saw the electric appearance of hamon starting to go down the bastard’s arm, but it wasn’t moving. Neither was anyone or anything else for that matter. It appeared the rest of the group was talking, but was cut short due to the time stop. Did they seriously just do that? Is that what Jotaro had his stand do to get the advantage? Either way, they didn’t have the time to question it too hard, they didn’t know how long it’d last, after all. The stand quickly punched the other hamon using stand’s hand a few times, breaking it, as it was still exposed.

As time resumed, All-Star pulled away, jumping into the air, the hamon sparking into the now broken hand, tingling and starting to reform. The stand watched, somehow unable to look away. “Eugh…”

“What just…”

As All-Star hung in the air, more confused by the way the hamon was acting than anything else, they felt a strange presence. Jotaro. It was time to leave.

All-Star was getting ready to speed off in a random direction, while everyone else’s attention was somewhere else, namely the stand user that was now approaching the group, with a small crack in the star on his forehead, causing an odd piece of flesh to poke out, and a wound in his gut that was starting to heal.

“Well, it looks like you two are now on an even playing field, both hurt and all… Uhm… I’m just gonna…” All-Star finally left, as Jotaro looked down at the group of stand users who looked on semi-confused, along with The World, who immediately met the gaze of Jotaro, who glared while smirking back to the Dio, before quietly slinking back into the shadows. That will save Jotaro enough time to prepare for a proper battle, on top of The World now being at a disadvantage.

Even if Dio got away, his plan still worked, albeit not in the way Jotaro intended. It was still a small victory.

For now, however, Dio and All-Star needed to find a place away from the whole ordeal before sunrise.

[fluffnstuffjojos]

Ok some angst, the jojos reacting to catching their so cheating on them, i would n e v e r hurt these sweet babies but also..i love angst..

I’m suing this hurt so bad to write 

Jonathan

It breaks Jonathan. He has given everything to be with s/o and the sight of them casting his love aside for another’s is devastating. He becomes aware of his own naivety and is no longer as quick to trust another person afterwards. He keeps his heart locked away tightly and for some time he remains unwilling to entrust it to another person.  Eventually he moves on, knowing that he deserves to find someone who will treasure his love for what it is: devoted and unshaken. He never really stops loving s/o, but he realizes that he wouldn’t be able to respect himself if he ever went back to them. The cheating spells an abrupt end to their relationship and he cuts them off completely.

Joseph

Joseph is incredibly hurt, but he demands a reason for their actions - he refuses to just let it lie when he’s put so much into their relationship only to have them stomp on everything it stood for. Part of him knows nothing they say will really justify their actions, but he still wants to hear it from them regardless. He’s more angry than sad afterwards and he struggles with placing the blame on people he hardly knows as a way of coping with the betrayal. He no longer trusts as easily and he always sees the worst outcome of a potential relationship, even before he’s given it a good go. For Joseph, he knows deep down that he still cares for s/o, but he denies it with every fiber of his being - knowing that he can cope better if he turns that passion into resentment.

Jotaro

Jotaro doesn’t show as much reaction, but he is wounded. He can’t even fathom doing something that selfish to s/o and doesn’t understand why they didn’t just end it if they weren’t interested in being with him anymore. He has a hard time expressing emotion as is and after their betrayal he becomes even more withdrawn and distant, making future relationships a struggle. He never truly gets over them, knowing that what he felt for them is real. He fosters little hope for finding that ever again, despite knowing that it very well could exist. He begins to see the worst in people, refusing to let anyone get too close to him for fear that they’ll betray him and leave him vulnerable once more. That’s something he doesn’t want to ever feel again. The sting of losing someone he cares about and the weakness he felt as a result of their actions.

Josuke

Josuke isn’t the type to fool around with people he thinks aren’t his potential soulmate, so when he falls for someone he falls hard. This betrayal utterly shatters his heart and he has a hard time coping afterwards. He never thought that his beloved s/o would ever hurt him in this way and he’s baffled as to why they didn’t just break it off with him, which would have hurt, but less than this. He leans on friends and his mother to help him through, but eventually he gathers his feelings and attempts to expunge his resentment and love. He knows he’ll never truly stop loving them, but he makes an effort to move on and find someone who will love him as deeply as he loved s/o.

Giorno

It doesn’t show in the set of his jaw and the furrow of his brows, but Giorno is devastated by their betrayal. Part of him wants to confront s/o, but he knows it won’t solve anything so he goes with his gut - leaving them completely and utterly cut off from any form of contact with them. Any mutual friends receive an ultimatum as he lets them know the nature of the break up and his intentions on never speaking with them again. He knows that by completely dropping any tie to them, it might come close to hurting them as badly as they have hurt him. He sets his focus on his own life for the time being, leaving romance by the wayside as he forces himself to move on from the pain with more productive outlets.

Jolyne

Jolyne is pissed off, hurt, and utterly confused as to why they wouldn’t just tell her to her face that they wanted something else. She hates people who cheat and having it done to her only solidifies her hatred. She does not react gracefully in any way, and who can blame her.  She demands to see them and drills them for reasons behind their utter lack of regard for another person they claimed to care about. She doesn’t harbor any feelings for them afterward, disciplining herself into forming nothing but resentment for them. She has a less hard time moving on because of this mentality. She knows there are people out there that share her hatred for cheaters and she determines that she’s going to find someone to love her as utterly devoted as she loved s/o.

Johnny

Johnny becomes embittered by s/o’s betrayal, knowing that he’ll never again place that much faith and reliance into the hands of one person again. He is outraged and does not hesitate to confront them over their disloyalty. He knows he can’t truly be free of their grasp on him until he gets out his emotions and tells them how he truly feels about their actions. Inside, he’s broken. He has a hard time feeling happy for a long time afterwards. He leans a lot on his friends to help him get through the dreadful loneliness. Eventually he overcomes his regret and tries to move on, but he finds it incredibly challenging to place much faith in a future relationship when he knows that someone’s true nature can rear its ugly head at any point in time.

Gappy

Gappy would never have expected to find s/o with someone other than him and it’s his own childish faith in them that shatters along with his heart. He can never shake the image of someone else’s hands on the one person he felt truly at home with. For a long time he felt unsure and confused about his existence, but s/o really changed that for him, giving him somewhere to feel that he belonged and someone to go to whenever he needed support. To him, s/o’s betrayal spells more than just a loss of the person he loved most, he is also robbed of his sense of belonging. He is stubborn enough to cut s/o off completely, but there’s a part of him that longs for them in the night, even if it’s just the soothing caress of their hand through his hair - reminding him that they’re there. He knows this is foolish, but he harbors these fantasies nonetheless.

[greed-the-dorkalicious]

So as some of you know, I’ve been working on chapter 8 of BLaD, but now that I’m working on the rewrite it probably won’t be finished for quite some time. Plus I have no idea how many scenes I’m going to have to change, and I can already see some problems with this one... A lot of it, if not almost all of it, will probably be scrapped. But I don’t want what I’ve already written to go to waste, so I’m going to post it here.

Chapter 8, about half finished, still labeled as chapter 7 in the doc:

“I want a TV for my room.”

Dio raised an eyebrow as he glanced up from his chair at Jonathan, who was looming over Dio with his arms crossed and lips drawn tight into a frown.

“Making demands now, are we?” Dio questioned amusedly. “And here I thought you were polite.”

“After everything you’ve put me through, I see no reason to be polite. You told me I could have whatever I want- except for, you know, my freedom- so I want my own TV,” Jonathan repeated.

Dio snorted. “Really, where have your manners gone? What would that little wife of yours say?”

Jonathan actually laughed out loud at that. “You’re joking, right? Some of the most vulgar things I’ve ever heard anyone say were things Erina said about you,” he pointed out bitterly.

Dio frowned briefly, looking grave for a moment, before quickly returning to his usual smug demeanor.

“Fine. I’ll see to it that you get a TV,” he promised.

Jonathan smiled slightly, nodding in satisfaction. “Th- Good,” he said, quickly correcting himself after almost saying “thank you”; politeness was a habit for him, but it was a courtesy Dio did not deserve.

Dio snickered at Jonathan’s slip-up, but Jonathan paid it no mind as he abruptly turned around to leave. He walked with conviction, not in the mood to be in Dio’s company any longer than necessary.

“By the way, a friend of mine will be joining us for dinner tomorrow,” Dio called after him.

Jonathan ignored the offhand comment, leaving the room without looking back.

---

Dio had stayed true to his word, and within a few hours a TV was brought to Jonathan’s room, along with a lovely wooden cabinet to house it.

“Alright, that should do it,” d’Arby declared as he arranged some cords so they were out of the way. “Let me know if you have any problems.”

“Thank you,” Jonathan told him. From what he’d heard from Jotaro, d’Arby wasn’t exactly a shining beacon of morality, but Jonathan still just couldn’t help but be polite to anyone other than Dio.

D’Arby nodded, and placed the remote on the nightstand before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Several moments after d’Arby had left, as Jonathan studied the TV’s remote, Jotaro materialized in the air next to him. Though he did catch the telltale shimmer of light out of the corner of his eye, it felt more like Jonathan sensed Jotaro’s appearance than anything.

“Why do you need a TV in your room?” Jotaro asked, sounding slightly puzzled, although (as usual) his face showed little trace of emotion.

Jonathan smiled at Jotaro. “It’s for you, silly,” he answered with a slight laugh.

Jotaro frowned in confusion. “For… me?” he repeated hesitantly, confused by the answer. A TV? For him? Why?

“I thought it would be nice, give you something fun to do when I’m reading or whatever,” Jonathan replied. “And the only other TV is in the living room, and I know you don’t come out when there might be other people around, so now you can watch whatever you want without having to hide,” he explained with a gentle smile.

This... was surprising to Jotaro. Which was to be expected; He'd spent the past month living a solitary, hellish existence, with his friends and family gone. His only companion was Jonathan, who was nice enough, but usually busy with his own misery. Jotaro had almost forgotten what it was like to actually receive attention and care from someone else.

"...Thanks," he said honestly, feeling somewhat speechless.

Perhaps Jotaro's face showed more gratitude than his voice did, because Jonathan smiled widely, seemingly quite pleased with his accomplishment. "You're welcome! I hope you like it," he said excitedly.

Hesitantly, Jotaro reached for the remote, staring at it for a moment with a feeling he couldn’t place. Suspicion? Hostility? Some sort of vague feeling like it wasn’t real? It had been so long since any sort of positive anything had happened to him, it almost seemed like his brain (...his figurative brain, anyway) had deemed it a trap of some sort, that it was too good to be true, there had to be some sort of catch. The very concept of something good happening had become so foreign to Jotaro that it made him anxious. It felt like if he dared to indulge in a moment of pleasure, he would suffer even more in punishment.

“...Jotaro? Are you alright?” Jonathan interrupted, pulling Jotaro back to reality.

“Yeah, why?” Jotaro answered.

“Well, it’s just… You’ve been staring at the remote for a while now,” Jonathan pointed out worriedly.

“Oh. Uh, sorry,” Jotaro replied with a frown. What was he doing?

Jotaro shook his head in disbelief, and tried to remind himself that there was nothing wrong. As bizarre as it felt, the TV truly was a good thing- his and Jonathan’s only, not one of Dio’s shallow luxuries, but a thoughtful gift from Jonathan to make Jotaro more comfortable. The TV was safe.

With Jonathan watching him excitedly, Jotaro turned the TV on and began flipping through channels.

It took a little while before Jotaro found something he liked. He caught snippets of soap operas, talk shows, news, reality shows, cartoons, and documentaries, but none of them really caught his eye. Not to mention the language barrier; Jotaro was fluent in Japanese and English, and knew a fair bit of Italian, but naturally, everything on TV in Cairo was in Arabic.

Finally, Jotaro found something he instantly recognized: a familiar movie that was surprisingly not in Arabic, but English with Arabic captions.

“Ooh, this looks interesting. I wonder what it is?” Jonathan commented, watching the people on TV run around.

“It’s called ‘Star Wars’,” Jotaro answered. “It’s a movie about… Well, war. In space. Pretty self-explanatory. It’s one of the old man’s favorite movies.”

Jonathan watched the TV with interest for a few minutes. It certainly seemed fun and dramatic, but it was also clearly in the middle of the movie, so Jonathan didn’t really understand what was going on.

“Is that the protagonist?” he asked Jotaro, indicating the character currently speaking: a man with brown hair, a vest, and a gun.

Jotaro shook his head. “That’s Han Solo. He’s a smuggler. He’s gramps’ favorite character, he always used to say Han reminded him of himself when he was younger,” Jotaro said.

“Well, he’s certainly rude enough,” Jonathan agreed with a laugh. Jotaro, however, said nothing in response; he had gone quiet, frowning after accidentally bringing up a sore subject.

Jotaro stayed silent for several more minutes before finally speaking.

“He took me to see the sequel twice, you know,” he began quietly. “We were visiting in New York when I was 10. The first time, we all went- me, mom, dad, gramps, and grandma… He liked it so much he wanted to see it again, but nobody else wanted to, so I said I’d go with him.” Jotaro paused for a moment before continuing, looking thoughtful.

“...I didn’t really want to see it twice,” he admitted, voice shaking slightly. “I just…” Jotaro trailed off, unable to continue. With eyes downcast, Jotaro ran his hands through his hair, repeating a nervous habit Jonathan had seen him do so many times.

Jonathan put a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder in a silent gesture of sympathy.

“You really loved your grandfather, didn’t you?” Jonathan asked gently.

Jotaro nodded, face buried in his hands. “I should’ve… I should’ve said so. I should’ve been nicer to him. And mom…”

“I know. It’s alright. I felt the same way when I lost my father,” Jonathan admitted. “There’s no point in worrying about it now. I’m sure your family knows how much you care about them,” he promised.

Jotaro said nothing, continuing to hide his face as he tried to compose himself. Jonathan respectfully left him alone, though he himself almost felt like he might cry.

After a few minutes, Jotaro managed to calm down, and let out a tired sigh as he returned his attention to the TV.

“So, do you think you can tell me a bit about the plot?” Jonathan asked, seeing that Jotaro had settled down.

Jotaro nodded, and began pointing out characters on screen. “The blond guy is Luke Skywalker, he’s the protagonist. The girl is Princess Leia. The creepy looking guy in black is the main villain, Darth Vader, and the old dude is Ben Kenobi, he’s sort of the mentor character,” he explained.

Jonathan watched with interest, nodding thoughtfully as he took in this information. “So, is the princess the protagonist’s girlfriend?” he asked curiously.

“Nah, she’s his twin sister, although they don’t know it yet. Also, Vader’s their dad,” Jotaro answered.

“Hey! Why’d you have to ruin the plot twist?” Jonathan gasped, looking slightly hurt and offended.

Jotaro blinked in surprise. “Oh, sorry,” he said casually.

Jonathan shook his head in dismay, but nonetheless returned his attention to the movie.

“Woah, those swords look fun,” he commented in awe.

“They’re called lightsabers,” Jotaro explained. “Pay attention, this scene’s important.”

As Jotaro said, Jonathan paid close attention to the battle on screen, as two characters- the villain and the mentor, he recalled- dueled with glowing swords. Jonathan could hardly bring himself to blink as the lightsabers clashed again and again, producing brightly colored flashes and strange noises, and then-

“...Did… did he just die?” Jonathan questioned hesitantly, staring at the pile of brown cloth where the mentor character had stood. (From what little he’d seen, he couldn’t help but think that that character reminded him of his own old teacher, Will Zeppeli.)

“Yeah. It’s cool though, he shows up as a ghost every so often,” Jotaro answered, showing little emotional reaction to the scene he’d clearly seen many times before.

“Aw, stop telling me everything-”

Before Jonathan could finish his sentence, a loud knock came at the door. Next to him, Jotaro disappeared just as quickly as Ben Kenobi, while Jonathan sighed at the interruption.

“Come in,” he called out unenthusiastically. Of course their moment of leisure couldn’t have gone uninterrupted, he should have known.

The door opened with a creak, revealing, of course, d’Arby.

“Lord Dio would like me to inform you that dinner will be served in 20 minutes,” d’Arby announced.

Jonathan frowned irritatedly. Of course. Of course.

“Fine,” he replied simply. “Is that all?”

“Yes,” d’Arby replied tersely. He nodded his head in a polite gesture of acknowledgement before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Jonathan sighed once again and flopped down on the bed, one hand behind his head. “So much for finishing the movie, I suppose,” he mumbled to the empty air, as Jotaro was still hiding. Knowing him, Jonathan guessed he wouldn’t be back for a good five minutes or so.

The clock on the wall ticked ominously, Jonathan’s stomach growled, Luke Skywalker screamed, and Jonathan groaned in frustration at everything.

---

Reluctantly, Jonathan entered the dining room at the specified time. Although Dio had said one of his “friends” would be joining them for dinner, there didn’t seem to be anyone there but Dio.

“Hello, Jojo. How are you enjoying your new TV?” Dio asked, leaning casually against a wall with his arms crossed.

“It’s- Hold on, you’re wearing that to dinner?” Jonathan questioned in disbelief, raising an eyebrow and wincing slightly at Dio’s… “outfit”, which seemed to be more hole than clothes.

“Yes, why?” Dio replied with a shrug.

Jonathan took a deep, sharp breath in as he continued to grimace at Dio’s outfit with a mixture of disgust and pity.

“You know, considering that is my body, I’d really prefer it if you wore something… More modest and less ugly,” he said slowly.

Dio rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. I’ve seen you wear three shirts and a vest at the same time. You are not in any position to judge my fashion sense,” he pointed out.

“At least my three shirts covered my nipples,” Jonathan retorted with a scowl.

“My nipples are perfectly covered!” Dio insisted.

“Sure, until you move at all. God knows how you even managed to get that thing on without getting tangled up,” Jonathan said dryly.

“Oh, stop being dramatic. You sound like an old lady.”

Before Jonathan could respond, the argument was interrupted by a knock on the doorframe, and an attention-grabbing cough.

“Ah, Pucci! Good to see you!” Dio exclaimed with an unsettling amount of genuine feeling, as Jonathan turned to look at the newcomer.

Whatever sort of vile monster Jonathan had expected Dio’s “friend” to be, the person standing in the doorway was not it. Rather, Dio’s “friend” appeared to be a teenager, with short, silvery-blond hair contrasting against his dark skin, wearing what looked to be some sort of priest’s robes. He leaned against the doorframe with a slight hint of a smile.

While Dio and the newcomer engaged in some sort of conversation, Jonathan couldn’t focus on what they were saying. He was too shocked and uncomfortable with how… innocent the young man in the doorway seemed to be. This was Dio’s “friend”? A priest? And a young one at that! How old was he, Jonathan wondered? 18? 19? Perhaps he wasn’t really a young priest, but some sort of shapeshifter, secretly a 40-year-old criminal mastermind… or… something. Jonathan hoped that was the case. The thought of this boy being under Dio’s thumb was enough to make him feel sick.

“Jojo, I’d like you to meet my friend, Enrico Pucci. Pucci, this is my adoptive brother, Jonathan Joestar,” Dio introduced the two.

“I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Pucci said as he offered Jonathan his hand. He gave a smile that was unsettlingly warm- that was to say, it was genuinely friendly, which was the unsettling part. A friend of Dio’s shouldn’t seem so… normal.

“Um… Hello,” Jonathan replied confusedly, shaking Pucci’s hand with slight hesitation. What was the catch? There had to be a catch, right?

“How was the trip?” Dio asked Pucci casually as the three of them sat down.

“Oh, I can’t complain. I slept through most of it, after all,” Pucci replied. “I am pretty hungry, though. What are we having for dinner?”

“Steak and caviar, unless you’d like something else,” Dio answered.

“No, that sounds great, actually.”

As Dio and Pucci continued talking, Jonathan stared at them, completely slack-jawed. Their conversation was just so bizarrely normal. Civil. Friendly. It sounded like a conversation between an actual, real, ordinary pair of friends, and not a teenage priest and a hundred-year-old mass murderer vampire with a god complex. Jonathan had seen so many strange, twisted, horrifying things over his weeks at Dio’s mansion, and indeed in his life, that they’d become the norm. Seeing Dio, the devil himself, act so sweet and casual was far more unsettling than anything he’d seen yet.

Evidently, Jonathan’s horror and confusion showed on his face, as Pucci glanced at him with a concerned look. “Is something wrong?”

Jonathan stammered awkwardly, struggling to express his feelings in words. “I… you… I don’t-”

“You’ll have to forgive my brother, he’s been dead for a century,” Dio interrupted. “He’s still getting used to things and he’s a bit confused right now.”

Jonathan shot Dio an incredulous glare. “I am not!” he insisted. Pucci, on the other hand, had a more sympathetic look on his face.

“I understand. This must be quite disorienting for you. I’m sorry,” he told Jonathan, putting a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort that felt, frankly, quite condescending.

“Really, I’m fine,” Jonathan repeated, but didn’t press the issue further. Instead, he decided to change the subject.

“So… Pucci, was it? Are you a priest?” Jonathan asked. He kept his tone polite, though he was suspicious of Pucci; Whether Pucci was another unwitting, naive victim of Dio’s charisma, or if he truly was of Dio’s character, Jonathan didn’t know. It was bad either way.

Pucci laughed slightly. “No, no, I still have a long way to go before then. I’m in training at a seminary in Florida. I only started less than two years ago,” he explained.

“And… how old are you?” Jonathan continued, somewhat dreading the answer.

“Sixteen. I met Dio last year,” Pucci replied with a smile. Jonathan felt his stomach drop.

As Jonathan looked at Dio with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of pure horror, Dio deliberately ignored him. Instead, he turned towards the doorway.

“D’Arby! What’s taking so long?!” Dio shouted. Though he was only mildly irritated, his commanding aura made his shout as terrifying as a normal person’s rage. (Pucci seemed unfazed.)

Within seconds, the sound of startled footsteps could be heard coming from down the hall, and d’Arby appeared in the doorway, looking slightly nervous.

“My sincerest apologies, Lord Dio. The new chef isn’t quite used to the kitchen yet, but I will ensure he works faster,” d’Arby promised.

Dio raised an eyebrow. “What new chef?”

“If you may recall, Lord Dio, you ate the previous chef,” d’Arby explained.

“Did I,” Dio replied in an uninterested monotone.

“Yes. You did.”

Dio sighed. “Very well, but if the food’s going to take this long, at least bring out the wine,” he told d’Arby with an air of boredom.

D’Arby nodded and bowed deeply. “Yes, Lord Dio. I will get right on that.” D’Arby immediately backed out of the room, presumably to go fulfill Dio’s orders.

By the time Dio finished his conversation with d'Arby, Jonathan had- for the most part- regained his composure enough to continue speaking.

“Pucci, this may be something of a difficult question, but… Are you aware of what sort of person Dio is?” Jonathan asked cautiously.

“Yes,” Pucci replied. A simple one-word response, but unwavering, with a terse, brisk conviction that said he knew exactly what Jonathan meant.

[crystalchimera]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: In the Nightlight

It had been a few days after DIO and his fleshbuds were defeated a second time, but despite that...Kak still felt like he was to blame.

He sat outside on one of the public benches in the rain, wishing and hoping the water would wash away his sins and wrong doings. He cared not for the time of night or if he'd catch a cold, if he died in the storm that night, he was fine with it.

But...something inside him yelled out..."don't do this to yourself"...."you have so much to live for"...."what about Jotaro"...

Those words, stung him; forcing him to cry. He cried, and he cried. Tears flowing from his eyes like the very rain it's self.

"Why...WHY can't I do anything right!? Why is is that bad things always keep happening to me, to my friends, because of me....!?" he let out a shaky huff. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" he cried out, burring his head into his wet hands.

He was as sad as he was angry, digging his nails into his scalp, wanting to just rip his hair right out.

"WHY. WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT. WHY!? WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY-!?!?"

"K-Kak..!?"

The redhead's body twitched and shivered from his name being called, jolting his head up, looking towards the direction he heard the voice.

"Jo-Jotaro...!" the man's heart sank. He felt so miserable.

"Kak...what are you doing here, it's 1:30 am and, why are you in the rain!? You're gonna catch a cold!"

"NO! Leave me alone! Let me sit in my own tears for once! Let me sulk, why must you always cheer me up? I DON'T NEED YOU!"

Jotaro frowned. "What are you talking about Kak? What's gotten into you-?"

"Don't give me that! IT'S MY FAULT, I KNOW YOU THINK SO TOO. EVERYONE DOES. I caused everyone's suffering....IT WAS ME."

"Kak, please. Stop hurting your self like this-"

"Why...just so YOU CAN HURT ME INSTEAD!?" he let out a slightly crazed laugh. "If I hurt myself their will be no room for anyone hurt me, I'm sure if I die you will all be so grateful-"

WHACK!

"STOP IT KAKYOIN."

The other man's eye were wide, blinking slowly, trying to process what happened...

"Ugh, sorry, Kak, for hitting you. It's just that I-"

"No...it's fine, Jotaro... I deserved it..."

Jotaro's frown grew. "Do you...at least feel a little better...?"

No response was hurt from his friend, all he heard was soft sobbing.

"K...Kak...?"

"Thank...you....Jotaro... Thank you so much."

The redhead turned around to face his friend, a smile was on his face, causing the other to smile as well.

"Good grief." he chuckled. "Even if every night you lay awake, dreaming of some kind of absolution after all this, just know that I'll always come to you, to save you from your fear, the fear of fixing a mistake one last time."

Kakyoin got up and hugged larger man, planting his face into his chest as he continued to cry.

"It's gonna be alright."

--------------------- Made for @marinebiologistjotaro @badlydrawnk4kyoin! Can also be found on FanFiction.net. Inspired by Dreams of an Absolution, please read the fic with it in the background.

Okay, so some context will probably be needed. lol Over at the Badlydrawn/Daily Jojo community on Tumblr, me and some of my friends run some Jojo blogs, one friend made a event known as the "Fleshbud" event and things got really bad really quickly. XD

If you don’t know Jojo, it’ll take me MUCH longer t explain everything, but other then that, I hope you enjoyed.

@kousakukawajiri @badlydrawnjojoseph Tagging you guys too since I know you like angst-

[mononohke-archive]

Anime Roundup Pt.2 - Fall 2016 [Spoilers]

More rambling~

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable [8/10]

Another season of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure has come and gone, and it’s been quite a wild ride. Personally, I think it was about on par with the first season of JJBA. I liked it better than Stardust Crusaders because I liked the main characters better and the plot was not as much of a repetitive “monster of the week” affair, but unfortunately, it seems like they didn’t put as much effort into the animation and production values. This 39 episode season was also a full 11 episodes shorter than the two 25 episode seasons of SDC, despite the manga being slightly longer. It definitely felt a little rushed, and I’ve had my manga reader friends inform me that some of their favorite parts were cut out.

But there were a lot of things I really loved about DiU as well. Josuke quickly became my favorite Jojo after Joseph, and I like Jotaro more in this part than I ever did in SDC. The villain, Kira, is also one of my favorite characters period and so is Rohan Kishibe, played brilliantly by Takahiro Sakurai as usual. Many of the stands are hilarious and creative in this part too. I also loved the whole Scooby Doo-esque mystery of a serial killer in the town and the slice of life elements. The scale was brought down from “evil villains try to take over the world” to one serial killer who “just wants to live a normal life”... and kill women and take their hands to satisfy his compulsions, of course. It was a really refreshing change from the typical formula.

The only thing or character that I didn’t like is Koichi - partially because he gets more attention than Josuke, kind of like Polnareff in SDC (except much less likable) and partially because his voice actor, Yuki Kaji, is fucking annoying as him. Unfortunately, on top of that, he’s the character who spends most of his screen time yelling exactly what’s happening, like Polnareff and Speedwagon before him, except his voice is literally ear-splittingly irritating.

I sincerely hope that in the next part, they don’t take shortcuts like they did with this part. JJBA is one of my favorites, so I will still be waiting for it eagerly.

Touken Ranbu: Hanamaru [5/10]

I wasn’t expecting much from this anime and it still disappointed me lol. Touken Ranbu is basically a moe anime (but with a diversity in character designs that moeblobs wish they had), except the characters are male. Some of it was sort of mildly entertaining and cute, but for the most part, it was pretty boring.

... Maybe I’m just peeved because they didn’t focus that much on characters I personally find attractive, like Kogitsunemaru. You know the only reason I watched this show in the first place was because I’ve seen a ridiculous amount of yaoi for it on pixiv? The porn was nice, but I would never play the game itself, so I figured the anime would give me a little more insight into the characters and their relationships. The anime did, but it still failed at entertaining me.

So, yeah, this anime perfectly average and forgettable. Only watch if you’re super dedicated to the game.

Poco’s Udon World [9/10]

The biggest surprise of this season for me was this show. Yes, this show is my AotS (by about .2 points) over that other anime which got super popular and had a ton of praise. Well, we all go against the grain sometimes and this is my turn. Poco’s Udon World is an underrated masterpiece in my opinion. This show came off the heels of the much more popular Sweetness and Lightning, which came out the previous season. Both shows have a similar premise - a young man in his early 30s with black haired (voiced by Yuuichi Nakamura) becomes a single father due to sudden circumstances and has to take care of an adorable toddler-aged child. There are some key differences, of course, but they are still similar enough to be comparable.

Personally I think Poco’s Udon World is far superior (for reasons I will discuss), and it saddens me that it hasn’t got half the popularity of S&L. (Probably because there isn’t a cute waifu character as one of the mains, heh.) So what makes PUW so good to me? Well, besides all the cute and the incredibly heartwarming/touching nature of the show, it’s also just very well-written. The characters and their development, as well as a plethora of themes I don’t see being portrayed very often in anime or when they are brought up, are handled in ways that make me uncomfortable.

Here is just a short list of themes PUW manages to masterfully cover in a 12-episode, single cour season:

career vs family

career and family separately

fatherhood

grief and nostalgia

growing up

love

And those are just the main themes? There are other things that are covered on a more subtle level. See, I explained in my review of S&L that it was lacking an exploration of its themes and was constrained by its repetitive slice of life format. Most of the supporting characters were not very fleshed out either. PUW fixes all or most of these problems.

Every episode brings something new to the table and there is no set episode format. I also absolutely love that every character outside of Poco and Souta feels like they could be a real person, instead of being a plot device or 2-dimensional character. They all have lives outside of their interactions with the main characters, so that even when they don't get much screen time, they feel fleshed out. All of them represent a different sort of family or different sort of lifestyle or different sort of mindset, which you can easily compare to Souta's situation because they all serve as foils to him. A lot of supporting characters even get their own character development like Nakaji and Rin (Souta' sister).

And... okay, I want to analyze this show in-depth one day, but I need to rewatch it (maybe several times) before I do. Trust me, it’s cute and all, but it’s much more than that too. You might be surprised at how high it is on my Top 10 Anime of 2016 list.

Kiss Him, Not Me [7/10]

After watching two absolutely terrible otome/harem anime that really pissed me off (Uta no Prince Sama and Kamigami no Asobi), I went back on my decision to never watch an otome because this one was about a fujoshi and written by a yaoi mangaka. Somehow... it paid off. I came out of this pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed this show.

Don’t get me wrong, there is still plenty that annoyed me (the fatshaming, how Serinuma’s voice changes, the shoujo cliches, etc), but overall I enjoyed it more than I disliked it. Although I was only rooting for two of the love interests, Mutsumi-senpai (who is mild mannered, friendly, genuine, liked her when she was fat) and Nishina (the gay option™, also a fujoshi and otaku who has a lot in common with Serinuma, also liked her even when she was fat), I didn’t really mind or hate the others either. All of them still treated her more respectfully than LIs in the other otome I watched.

The ending was brilliant too, and if they make a second season, I would still watch it for the characters and humor.

Yuri!!! on Ice [9/10]

How do I even begin to tackle Yuri!!! on Ice? This is the AoTS for sure (in general, not to me personally) and is by far the runaway smash hit in terms of both popularity and ratings. This anime is a game changer, to put it lightly. It did something no other popular anime has done before, and the praise is honestly well deserved. But, hey, remember that it’s still not perfect. In fact, up until the very last episode, I was debating on whether it deserved an 8 or a 9 on MAL. I settled on a 9 (a low nine by my standards) only because I cried a whole lot the last episode and realized that the overall impact of the show is bigger than my minor gripes. What are those minor gripes?

#1) Off-model/inconsistent animation. I will give a slight break to the animators because I know that animating ice skating is very complex and intricate, especially if you consider just how much ice skating there is in almost every episode. There are about a dozen ice skaters, each with two different 2-minute routines. Yes, many of them are reused multiple times, but regardless it’s still a lot of work. Unfortunately, YoI missed the chance to be stunning all the way through and join the other always-praised animation greats like Cowboy Bebop and much more recently, Mob Psycho 100. Only the first episode truly impressed me with how perfect and fluid the animation was, and I was dearly hoping that they would keep up that level of quality all the way through. Sadly they don’t, but we should all thank the writing of this show for being so damn good and making up for it. Besides, aside from a few, rather obvious off-model shots, it didn’t ever get too bad, not like Cheer Danshi!! from the Summer season.

#2) Slightly rushed pacing. Yeah, some of the events of this anime just go by too fast, especially the beginning few episodes where months pass between Victor arriving in Japan and Yuuri beginning his journey to the Grand Prix Final. It’s not really made clear to the viewers how much time has passed, and even I didn’t realize until I read a tumblr post on it. Originally, I wanted a whole other cour so that I could see the ice skaters interact more outside of work, but I think that would be too much as well. One more episode (a full 13 episode cour) would’ve been perfect, imo. Thankfully, we are getting another season, so there will definitely be more time to develop the other side characters and resolve some of the remaining threads! But seriously, I hope they do slow down a little bit in season 2.

Other than that...? Gripes so minor that they’re not even worth mentioning. The amount of good that YoI has done is overwhelming my comparison. I’ll just go through them like a list again because why not?

#1) Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship. A healthy canon gay interracial relationship in a non-yaoi anime. That is just shy of revolutionary in terms of LGBT representation in an anime. “We are born to make history”, indeed. Yes, some other anime have done it too like No.6 and Revolutionary Girl Utena. But was No.6, the other one where the main couple is M/M, popular like YoI is? Not particularly. Most of the viewership comes from yaoi fangirls or LGBT anime fans seeking an anime with a canon gay ship in it. What about Utena? Well, Utena didn’t have a happy ending, not for the canon lesbian character and not for the main F/F relationship of the show. Nothing is also explicitly stated like it is in YoI. Ofc, Utena by the very nature of the show, explicitly states very little but still. There’s also a goddamn kiss!

The best part of this is that Viktor and Yuuri is that, despite their happy ending, they don’t sacrifice depth or conflict between them and the drama doesn’t feel forced either. That balance is hard to achieve and it takes writing talent to pull it off. Every action and reaction feels natural and in-character. The writing featuring them is as good as any well-written romantic drama with a hetero couple! The other great thing is that even though Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship is incredibly important to the narrative and is the main relationship overall, romance is still not the primary genre. It equally shares genres with sports, comedy, and drama.

TL:DR; Their relationship is important. It sets a precedent that a gay couple can be the main couple of an anime and still be wildly successful. Now future manga and anime writers can take risks knowing that they won’t end up being financially compromised due the lgbtphobic culture of Japan.

2) Yuri on Ice perfectly balances its genres. This may not seem that important, but it kind of is and ties into the last point about how romance is not the main genre. If romance were the main genre, then this would be a yaoi/shounen-ai anime and it wouldn’t have gotten nearly as popular as it did. Yuuri’s evolution as an athlete and his desire to win the gold for the first time is just as important as his relationship with Viktor. Yurio, Viktor, and the other skaters’ relationships with each other and ice skating is also given a lot of attention. The love and dedication to ice skating in general is prominent and that passion has attracted the attention of countless professional ice skaters. (In fact, It’s like the anime singlehandedly brought attention to a niche sport that doesn’t get a whole lot of industry unlike American football and soccer/European football.)

There’s also a lot of comedy, which may be hit and miss for some people, but I found it pretty damn hilarious when it happens. Of all the sports anime I’ve seen, only a few others try others bringing in other genres. Most are pure sports because pure sports are usually the most successful (Haikyuu!! and Kuroko no Basket). So far for me, only YoI has successfully melded together all the genres it attempts.

3) Characters. It is said that sports anime highly depends on its characters to be good and set itself apart from other sports anime... and that’s pretty true. Most sports anime follow a rigid, predictable plot structure that doesn’t allow for much creativity on that front, so aside from technical aspects like the production values, the characters’ likability are the only things that it can rely on for originality. Of course, as I’ve already discussed, YoI blends genres and isn’t just pure sports so it has more freedom, but even it follows the same basic plot structure: main character is an underdog (they’re usually underdogs) who wants to win the finals.

So, what about the characters? Honestly, they’re fucking great. The problem with sports anime characters in most cases is that authors will fall back on tired stereotypes. Even the best of sports anime tends to have really obvious archetype characters you can recognize instantly. YoI doesn’t really have that. Yes, some of the characters do follow archetypes a litte, but even in the short amount of time they are given, they end up having miles more depth than the average sports anime character. It helps that we get to see them interacting with each other off the ice too. YoI is a character driven show much more than it is a plot-driven one. The plot is fairly simple, but the characters and their development are the most important part, particularly the main character, Yuuri Katsuki. He is relatable but also very believably talented and multifaceted. Viktor comes off as kind of a passive aggressive jerk at first, but he is one of the kindest and most caring characters in the show. Yurio comes off like an aggressive little brat (and he is still a little shit, I hope he gets more development in s2), but he’s genuinely a prodigy and he cares about Yuuri’s career. Listen, I could keep going and list another 5 characters that I like, but that’s not the point of this review.

That about covers the major things... I could go on, but then I might never shut up. To summarize, YoI is not perfect, but it is still so important for the gains in made for gay representation and besides that, it’s a rich, funny, heartwarming, and interesting portrayal of figure skating. I am sincerely looking forward to season 2 and hope that it’s just as good or even better than season 1.