#and avdol is concerned and judging you

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Some finished art from those sketches I posted a while ago (click for better quality)

Bonus:

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I figured I should write up a little post about Noriaki's feelings regarding the rest of the SDC crew, just as like... a base point of reference for anyone who might be curious, or who might like to know for roleplay purposes. This reference point will be around the end of the story, so it takes everything into consideration. To summarize: all five of them are very, very dear to him. He'd live for them, and he'd die for them. There's a little nuance, though.

First and foremost, Jotaro is someone Kakyoin has a lot of faith in. In moments when he finds himself overwhelmed, he looks to Jotaro, because Jotaro has proven himself to be someone who works exceptionally well under pressure. The moment Jotaro removed Kakyoin's flesh bud was one of the most important moments of his life, and that gravity does have a lingering effect on all of their interactions that come after that. He perceived that moment as an act of unwarranted (and frankly, stupid and reckless) kindness. Therefore, he sees Jotaro as someone who is highly compassionate, ridiculously clever, and dare I say it... very cool. As far as he's concerned, their personal quirks mesh well, so he pays just a little more attention to this particular friend, even-- and perhaps especially-- in his silence.

Joseph may just be Kakyoin's favourite person, although you won't catch him admitting it. Much like Jotaro, Kakyoin got an early glimpse of Joseph's other facets-- mainly, his fierce love for his family-- and this did have an impact on his perception of him. Kakyoin finds Joseph's resourcefulness to be quite inspiring, as well as his relatively open demeanor. Out of the entire group, Kakyoin cares the most about Joseph's opinion of him. Although, at times... he has cause to question this. Still, despite everything, he never judges him too harshly when he has his moments.

Likewise, Polnareff has managed to endear himself to Kakyoin, despite being the exact kind of person he'd generally prefer to avoid. Make no mistake: as irritated as Kakyoin gets with Polnareff, he's also very comfortable with him, often for the same (or at least similar) reasons. He admires Polnareff's single-minded focus on his goals and his ability to find silver linings in bleak situations, whereas he detests his stubbornness and his inability to take dire situations seriously. If Kakyoin had news of any sort, good or bad, he would be inclined to tell Polnareff first, knowing full well he'd get an honest reaction in response.

Kakyoin is constantly impressed with Avdol's grace and knowledge. He tends to use the strengths and weaknesses of the group as goalposts in order to improve himself, but he has no idea how to measure himself against Avdol. Strong, brave, and intelligent, but prone to many of the same pitfalls that Kakyoin himself is. If given the choice of just one person to spend a free day with, he would choose Avdol.

Honestly... Kakyoin respects Iggy. A fierce temperament is an adaptation for survival, and he recognizes that. He's content to keep a polite distance. As far as he can tell, the two of them have an accord in that regard.

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hello! this might be a bit of a weird alsk but can i request headcanons for the crusaders x reader having a vibe session at 2 in the morning? maybe they just had a rough day and decided to listen to loud music at 2am and dye their hair to make them self feel better. the reader is a bit less verbal about their emotions so they just kinda vibe to music? thank you for your time, have a nice day/night/evening!

!!! First ask, woo!!! This is actually so adorable, I love it- I'm gonna say this takes place after the Egypt trip (in an everyone lives AU, of course) so no one is pestering you to sleep for obvious reasons, lol. Also, I wasn't sure if you meant for this to be romantic or not, so I made it kinda ambiguous. You can interpret it how you like tho!!

Crusaders Having A Vibe Session With The Reader At 2AM!!

Jotaro

Jotaro... Probably doesn't sleep very well anyways.

He hears you up and moving at 2am, gives a quiet yare yare as he realizes he's not gonna get any sleep tonight, takes a few minutes to mentally prepare, and goes to check on you.

He finds you as you're waiting for the dye to set, raising an eyebrow, but not reacting much otherwise.

He's used to nonverbal communication, not to mention observant as hell, so he can tell pretty easily that you're not doing so hot.

"... Bad day?"

You just nod in response. He sighs and sits himself down next to you.

This is a rare opportunity to lean on him without being pushed off. He might even put an arm around your shoulder.

He's gonna help you with the rest of your hair if you ask, but only if you explain how, and let him pick the next few songs. He has a very specific music taste, it's a wonder he's been listening to what you put on with only a few snide comments here and there.

... But he'll still take your music taste into account too. Don't point it out, he'll deny it and get grumpy.

When all is said and done, you're definitely gonna fall asleep first. If he's up, he's up. He won't move you (other than off his shoulder) but he'll shut off the music, and if you left your phone unlocked, there's a good chance he'll shut off any alarms you have. He's sure you need the rest, even if you might get pissy that he did something like that without asking.

As long as you're feeling a bit better, he couldn't care less if you're upset at him.

Kakyoin

Either he was already out cold by midnight, or he stayed up playing videogames. Regardless, he's gonna hear the music at some point, and go out to check on you.

He shows up before you've actually dyed your hair, a more confused than he is annoyed.

"Y/N, why on earth are you up this late...?"

"You don't have room to judge, Nori."

"...Touché."

He catches on that you're not doing so hot, and sticks around, trying to fall into a comfortable silence with you.

... The key word here is "trying".

He feels really awkward being around people in the first place, especially one-on-one. Add in the fact that there's nothing but the music to keep him from overthinking...

He's piping up every little while with a fun fact about something or another. He doesn't actually know what to say, but he can't stand the silence, so that's his way of trying to fill the void. He doesn't mind if you don't respond with much more than a nod, just acknowledge that he said something and he's fine.

He let's you pick all the music. He likes just about anything, and besides, you're not doing so hot. It's the least he can do.

He'd also absolutely help you dye your hair, and he already knows how. He's definitely looked into dying his own, but is too worried it won't look better than what he already has, or that it won't look good enough to be worth the time/effort/money.

Once again, you'll probably fall asleep first. This man has trained himself well in the art of "I'm doing something, sleep can wait". An Epic Gaymer™ of the highest degree.

He'll probably try to move you to your bed, but unless he can very easily pick you up, he's just gonna leave you there. Maybe shift you so you're lying down. He just really doesn't wanna accidentally wake you up.

Avdol

I'm gonna start this one off by saying I'm so sorry, I have no idea how to write for Avdol-

Probably still up when he hears you. One of my personal headcanons is that he opens his shop in the evening and shuts it down in the day, since tarot stuff seems to be a lot more popular with the night crowd, so he's on a bit of a weird sleep schedule anyway.

Immediately concerned. He's pretty good at picking up on other people's emotions.

"Y/N, you look down. Is there anything I could do to help...?"

Just ask him to stick around and he will. He might even make you some tea, if you like it. Or like, hot chocolate. But no coffee unless it's decaf, he's not about to let you stay up later than you need to.

He's okay with the silence, actually. Will open his arms up for a cuddle, if you want. He's such a good space heater cuddler.

He doesn't really know how to help you dye your hair, but he'll try if you tell him how! Honestly, just let him know what you need in general, and he'll do it in a heartbeat... So long as it's not gonna backfire in the long run, like caffeine, or starting a big task/project (it's the middle of the night, for Pete's sake).

Might suggest listening to quieter music after you've finished with your hair, in an attempt to help you wind down and maybe fall asleep.

... But it's a 50/50 as to who actually falls asleep first. If he manages to stay up, he'll try and carry you to bed. If he can't, he's gonna wake you up and tell you to go properly lay down. He feels bad about disturbing you, but it's better than letting you sleeping funny and get a sore neck.

Polnareff

See, Polnareff needs his beauty sleep. He's out at a reasonable time, 11 at the very latest, and your music absolutely woke him up.

He's gonna stomp out of his room grumbling and groggy.

"It's 2 in the damn morning, Y/N, what the hell...?"

Not the most observant of the bunch, so for him to clue in, you'll either need to look like death, or straight up tell him you feel like shit.

Any hint of grumpiness or sleepiness is gone in an instant, replaced by a small gasp and so much worry.

This man is absolutely going to help you with your hair. Hell, if you let him, he's going to try and give you a full-blown spa experience. Face mask, nail painting, he might give you a massage!! Please indulge him, it's going to be so nice and he's going to be so happy he could help. But, if not, he's more than happy to just sit with you.

However, unless you specifically ask him to be quiet, he's going to talk your ear off. He won't mind if you don't respond, he's more than happy to just blabber about anything that crosses his mind.

Hell, even if you do ask him to hush, he's gonna struggle with it. He never stops talking, the absolute dork.

He'll suggest songs he thinks you might enjoy, and will sometimes ask if you can skip one or two that he really doesn't like, but for the most part you have free range over the music.

He's going to try so hard to stay awake, but he's used to a full 8 hours or more, so he's falling asleep first. Though, when he wakes up, he's gonna remember what happened last night and apologize profusely for passing out on you. Oh, and compliment how nice your hair looks in the natural light, of course.

Joseph

Another early sleeper. When he was younger, he'd stay up until the wee hours of the morning with no problems, but nowadays he's pretty consistent about passing out at 10 on the dot. Your music woke him up, which is impressive, because he sleeps like a rock.

Manages to be less grumpy than Polnareff when he comes out, but not by much.

"Geez, Y/N, could you please save all the noise for the daytime?"

However, he's still got his paternal instincts, and as soon as he gets a good look at you, he's gonna know somethings up.

He's gonna insist on helping dye your hair. Hell, if the dye is temporary, there's a good chance he'll ask if he can dye his too! He doesn't see why not, and besides, it might get you to smile.

That's his main goal here, actually. He'll try not to talk too much, but similarly to Kakyoin, he's not great with silence. The difference is that he's gonna fill it with terrible dad jokes and over-the-top stories rather than fun facts. But if you really want him to shush, he'll try his best. He'll get quieter the later it gets anyways. He just wants to make you happy.

Expect him to hum along to any songs he knows, but he won't ask you to play anything specific.

Absolutely going to cuddle you if you let him. He's a very good cuddler/pillow.

Although he's probably really sleepy, absolutely refuses to fall asleep first. As soon as you're out, he'll shut off the music and carry you to your bed, no matter if he struggles with it or not. Tucks you in, pats your head, the whole nine yards.

... And then he goes and passes the hell out too. He's an old man, leave him be.

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HI i LOVE ur "____ realizing they fell in love" series thing AND idk if you've done stardust crusaders but if you haven't i'd love to request that pretty pls luv u Aaa c:

I haven’t done the Crusaders yet!! today is your lucky day. 🥰 ty for supporting this series and I hope you enjoy this one!

BUCCI GANG | LA SQUADRA

tw: general violence, stabbing

❥ ┋ ❝ stardust crusaders realizing that they’re in love!

joseph joestar.

Joseph falls in love with you after you put yourself in danger.

the first thing you need to know about Joseph Joestar is that there’s always something up his sleeve. the second, that he prizes his family above all else. only one of those applied when you sacrificed yourself for his sake.

it happens during a stand battle. Hermit Purple is more of a defensive stand, with its ability to disarm and capture enemies. your stand works best offensively. as such, you make quite the pair when you encounter two of DIO’s subordinates in India.

but while Joseph was distracted, using Hermit Purple to wrap one of the goons in its violet vines, the other came barreling behind Joseph. he sees a glint in the henchwoman’s eyes, a look that tells him that she’s ready to kill. he knows you see it too. and that’s why he’s crying at you to get away.

it only took a moment. yet in that moment did you save Joseph, push the henchwoman back, and find a kukri in your side. it’s the one time that Joseph didn’t have anything up his sleeve, and one of many that he could feel his heart drop.

you didn’t have to defend him. he had already lived his life, and at that point, he had accepted he could die at any moment. he knew exactly what he was getting into when it came to DIO. and he was starting to wish that he hadn’t gotten you involved, too.

he knocks both of the goons out, leaving them in the alley. you’re not quite sure what happens next. all you can feel is Joseph holding you in his arms, frantically looking for help in the streets of Kolkata. he’s screaming. crying maybe? you lose consciousness soon after.

Joseph would visit you in your hospital room once you came to. he makes quite the scene, pushing doctors aside and slamming your door open. at first glance you think that he's mad, with his gritted teeth and clasped fists. he stops for a moment, studying your face. and it’s here that you realize he isn’t mad — no, his face quickly melts to concern, his lip quivering as he wraps you into a tight hug. ↳ “come here.” his voice is shaky. he sounds breathless, as if he ran here as soon as he got word that you woke up. “what the hell were you thinking? don’t go throwing yourself at anyone for my sake! you talk to me in battle, okay?”  alright, maybe he’s a little mad. he’s trying to say his words as gently as he can, though. “we need you, [Name].” and it’s true: the team does need you. but he of all people needs you most. he’s already losing one child. he can’t bear the thought of losing another.

muhammad avdol.

Avdol falls in love with you when he sees how patient you are.

he's a mentor above all else. Avdol’s career depends on guiding others to their destinies, leading them to something that he cannot posses. he’s never particularly minded. like all things, he just thinks that is his own destiny. he knows that fate can’t be changed.

it’s part of the reason why Avdol’s given up on Iggy. the dog is hopeless, fighting for his own wants and needs. he doesn’t care about the team or DIO or why he’s in Egypt. hence, aside from giving him coffee gum when Avdol needs him, the fortune teller leaves him alone.

then he sees you interacting with Iggy. “it’s hopeless,” Avdol tells you. but you look up at him and shake your head, asking him to just give you some time. Iggy will come around, you promise.

Avdol chuckles. “if you say so.”

despite his doubts, he keeps a close eye on you. you keep at it. you’re trying to get the dog’s trust, offering pets and belly rubs during moments of peace. Iggy seems disinterested.

in time, Avdol watches as you realize that Iggy hates being treated like a dog. you share your food with him and talk with him, even if he can’t understand what you have to say. one day, while driving through Egypt, Avdol peers into the rear view mirror and sees you asleep with Iggy on your lap.

the Boston terrier follows you everywhere now. he trots beside you and barks at whoever gets too close to you (much to Polnareff’s chagrin). Avdol can’t help but find this amusing.

well he’d be damned. you really did it. Avdol always thought of him as a good judge of character, and you proved him wrong. not that he minds; Iggy’s cooperation will make this mission much less difficult. it’s just that your unyielding patience and dedication is... well. it’s quite nice with all the other interesting characters on this trip.

Avdol approaches you while you’re reading in the hotel lobby. as always, Iggy is at your feet. he’s fast asleep, thankfully. the fortune teller tries to be quiet so as not to wake him. ↳ “I apologize.” he takes the armchair across from yours, resting his cheek on his fist, an amused smile on his lips. “you’re a lot more patient than I gave you credit for.” maybe Avdol had unknowingly guided you to Iggy. maybe it was fate that Iggy would be brought here, only to be loved by you. “I admire that of you. though I suppose there’s a lot I admire about you, hm?” fate can’t be changed. he knew that. but maybe it was fate that like Iggy, Avdol was brought here to be with you.

jotaro kujo.

Jotaro falls in love with you after you call him out.

he hates showing his true colors. that kind of vulnerability is something that he’s never gotten accustomed to, nor does he think that he ever will. it’s part of the reason why he dislikes displaying more emotion than what’s necessary. a slight twinge of his lip or brow can show enough of what he’s thinking. any more than that is a waste of energy. they get the gist, he tells himself.

you proved him wrong when you lost a game of checkers. it’s a humid day in Cairo and during a rare moment of peace, you and Jotaro opt to play a friendly game of checkers with some locals. though the word “friendly” is subjective. if either of you won, 2500 Egyptian pounds would be yours.

it’s your turn. the game is a close call. although it can be over within the next two turns, you can’t tell what your opponent’s next move would be. thankfully, Jotaro is standing behind him, giving you cues for your next move.

...yet because you misunderstand his cue, you watch as you promptly lose any pieces that you had left. your opponent takes your pieces and the 2500 Egyptian pounds with it.

“what the hell was that?” Jotaro is angry. you are too. after losing the game, you collected your things and began to head back to the hotel, with Jotaro at your heels. “I was nodding my head! that was your cue to move left.” 

you stop in your tracks. “that wasn’t you nodding! you just moved your head down! how was I supposed to know?”

he clicks his tongue in response. a beat, and then finally, “you’re really damn annoying, you know that?” 

“yeah, and you’re an asshole.”

Jotaro’s been called many things. sweetie, honey, the hottest guy at school, but asshole? that’s a first. while he won’t admit it, the name stings. it sounds foreign coming from you. he didn’t think he had upset you that much.

he lets the day pass, partly for you, mostly for him. he needs to gather his thoughts. it’s the first time anyone had called him out for his behavior. moreover, Jotaro hates the fact that you may know him better than he does himself. what else do you know about him? did you know that you could upset him this much? ...when did you start to occupy this much space in his head?

so at sundown the next day, you get a knock on your hotel room from Jotaro Kujo himself. you try to close it, but he sticks his foot between the door and the frame before you can. ↳ “look, I’m sorry, alright?” he’s refusing to look at you. “I just... really wanted to win. I pushed that on you. and...” he sighs. "I’m sorry.” he’s apologizing through gritted teeth, yet apologizing nonetheless. it’s the right thing to do and he doesn’t want to lose a friend to his pride. especially one who calls him out on his bullshit. despite everything, you just smile and unfold your arms, telling him that you forgive him. and for a brief moment, he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. although Jotaro Kujo hates being vulnerable, he would hate losing you more.

noriaki kakyoin.

Kakyoin falls in love with you while eating breakfast together.

he’s never had any real friends. any attempts to share facts about himself, whether about his stand or his interests, would be met with scorn. it wasn’t until he had breakfast with you — one tiny moment in a trip filled with wacky happenings — that led him to believe that maybe the world wasn’t so lonely.

it’s 7 AM. normally at this time Mr. Joestar and Avdol are off running errands or planning something privately. Kakyoin turns beside him to find Jotaro and Polnareff fast asleep. he wonders where you’d be at this hour, yet when he enters the dining room, he quickly finds the answer to his question.

"good morning,” he says, taking the seat from across you. his voice is gentle though far more awake than you’d expect for seven in the morning. you greet him as enthusiastically as you can muster, flashing a toothy grin. but upon realizing that you were still chewing your food, you quickly turn away and wave your hand, apologizing for the scene. Kakyoin laughs in return.

the conversation itself is rather tame. you ask about his life, what Japan is like, if he misses his parents. Kakyoin answers all of this truthfully, because... well. no one else has ever taken the time to ask. it feels odd to be interviewed. though not uncomfortable.

and you take genuine interest in what he has to say, too. you ask follow up questions and give real, emotional responses. while you sympathize with him, you don’t pretend to know what he’s gone through.

you didn’t have to engage with him. sure, you’re the only ones awake right now, but he didn’t expect you to be so real with him. Polnareff never takes anything Kakyoin says seriously. Jotaro doesn’t even pretend to care. Mr. Joestar and Avdol have their own things to worry about. it feels... nice to be considered.

needless to say, Kakyoin feels his heart sink when the others wake up. is that too selfish? should he be disappointed in himself for wanting to spend more time with you?

yet even with them there, with Polnareff hogging the conversation and Jotaro being his usual cool self, you try to keep Kakyoin involved. you refuse to let him fade in the background.

he stops you as everyone starts to clean up and go on with their days. ↳ “we should do this more often.” he’s trying to keep it casual. “ah, if you’re up this early again, I mean. I really enjoyed our conversation. it’s a lot more productive when Polnareff’s not awake.” now it’s your turn to laugh in response. you agree, saying that you enjoyed your time with him, too. at this, Kakyoin could feel his cheeks start to burn. right here, right at this moment with you, did Noriaki Kakyoin feel that he wasn’t so alone. 

jean pierre polnareff.

Polnareff falls in love with you when he hears you humming to yourself.

although he would never admit it, he’s lost. what he’s looking for he’s not quite sure. vengeance? honor? it’s something he’s constantly asking himself. behind those dumb jokes and loud laughs is someone who just wants to find himself.

to be honest, he’s always fancied you. it was pretty obvious from the start. the way he looked at you, how his hands were always at your hip, guiding you away from the others. he just thought it was another crush until he heard you humming to yourself.

it’s such a simple happenstance. he didn’t mean to walk in on you. yet there you are, standing on the roof of their hotel, hanging everyone’s laundry to dry. you look so at peace here, with your eyelids low and your fingers at work with one of Polnareff’s shirts. you’re handling it so gently despite it not being your own laundry.

it’s in that moment that he realizes what he wants to do. Sherry’s murderer is dead. she can finally be at peace. Avdol has been found, affirming that he didn’t die for Polnareff’s sake. and here you are, humming a song that he doesn’t know but appearing so content.

while he may not know who he is, he does know that he wants to make you that happy everyday.

Polnareff takes this as his cue to approach you. you bend down to reach into your laundry basket, and when you come back up, the Frenchman is there. he’s not pulling any dumb moves, though. he’s much quieter here.

he follows your lead, reaching into the basket for one of his pants, then comes back up to hang them. you return his actions with a smile, a wordless indication of thanks, and continue to work. that song you were humming returns once more, and Polnareff swears that he can feel his heartbeat pounding in his fingertips.

you and Polnareff continue to work like this until the laundry basket is empty. it’s the first time he doesn’t say anything for 10 minutes, at least that you’ve noticed. what you don’t notice that he’s trying to avoid staring, sneaking quick glances as you focus on the task at hand.

when all is said and done, you stretch your arms far above your head, cuing a satisfying pop from your back. you thank Polnareff for helping you and begin heading back to your room. however, he’s quick to stop you. ↳ “hey, wait!” yikes. did that sound too much? “err- let me know if you need any help. I’m always here for you, [Name].” he sounds defeated in that last sentence. he can tell. he wonders if you can, too. but when you grin and tuck your hair behind your ear, telling him that you’d keep him in your thoughts, Polnareff can’t help but feel his heart swell. did he make you happy here?

[c-c-cherry]

Hmmmmm... JotaKak headcanons? If you want to, of course, just thought some p3 would be nice. It can be platonic or romantic, whichever you like best!

Yo! I’m such shit at writing shippy stuff so I went down the platonic bro route :)

You can tell I have insane brain rot right now because I went a bit too hard on all of these oops-

I’m so sorry about the last one its too cursed drghkjfhg

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Kakyoin is a very active sleeper.

-You can always catch him moving around, twitching, mumbling, etc…he’s a nightmare to share a bed with

-He can’t control it at all, so Jotaro would pay no mind to it when they had to share rooms and tried to ignore it—until it got progressively worse

-He started to notice when Kakyoin would get nightmares, he wouldn’t be able to wake up from them, he would just keep on thrashing around until someone would shake him awake (which he ends up doing more times that Kak would like to admit)

-He never talks about what they're about but judging on what he says in his sleep, Jotaro has a pretty good idea

-He absolutely cannot be touched when he’s finally awake, so stand hugs become a recurring thing :)

- It gets to a point where Star ends up sitting at the end of Kakyoin’s bed all night just watches him to make him feel safer

-Jotaro claims that he doesn’t have control over Star Platinum’s overprotective nature but that’s not entirely true

Since they’re the only two who speak fluent Japanese, they crack jokes with each other all the time and have little conversations with each other way more than they do with the others.

-Kakyoin spent a pretty long period of time studying English (having no friends will do shit to you,) but Jotaro isn’t as confident with his

-Kakyoin is the only one in the group who knows that Joot isn’t just soft spoken, but instead mega self-conscious about his English

-Does he make Kakyoin order food for him? Yes. Does he make him ask for directions? Yes. Does Kakyoin always tease him about it? Yes.

-Kakyoin makes Jotaro speak only in English an hour before they go to bed to help him learn and he feels so fucking stupid because his pronunciation is awful and he can barely say any shit without his face turning red but he does it anyway because he knows it'll help :)

Jotaro is not emotionless.

-I read in the back of my Stardust manga that Jotaro just bottles up his feelings for the sake of the importance of the mission to defeat DIO and I just- dfkjghsdahfd

-Although Kakyoin just cries freely whenever he feels like it, our boy Joot Doot has alternative outlets

-Shit like crying in the shower, while everyone’s asleep, or outside are stuff he’ll do but only if he’s positive that he’ll be alone

-After a particularly rough fight, they checked into their hotel rooms and while Kakyoin left to go get something to eat, Jotaro just collapses onto his bed and fuckin bawls

-Star is squeezing him so hard and he’s so out of it that he doesn’t even notice Kakyoin walk back into the room and jesus is our boy shocked

-Jotaro braces himself for a round of taunts but instead he just sits down next to him and asks him if he wants to talk about it :’)

-He doesn’t but its always good to have a bro to sit and cry with

After the Death 13 fight, Kakyoin refuses to sleep.

-Fairly enough, he’s worried that he might not wake up again

-He knows he should talk to someone about it, but if he brings up anything that happened in the desert that day, they‘ll just assume he’s lost his mind again

-So he refuses to sleep, instead

-Jotaro starts to notice things when Kakyoin starts looking rough—our boy had the eyebags, the exhausted expression, on-edge demeanor, the whole-ass package— but Kakyoin just dismisses it as nothing

-He decides to wait to go to sleep until Kakyoin closes his eyes first, and when he just doesn’t, he starts to get concerned

-Jotaro finally confronts him about it and Kakyoin gets ready to deny any of his questions, but something inside him snaps and he tells him everything and Jotaro believes him

-Death 13 was the only tarot card they hadn’t fought yet, so why would he lie about that?

-Although he offhandedly refuses to sleep, the next night Jotaro busts in with this giant mug of sleepy tea and makes him drink every last drop in front of him

-Jotaro thought that would convince him to finally close his eyes, but once he feels too tired to keep them open, he starts freaking the fuck out

-The night ends with Star Plat holding him until he’s able to get to sleep (because who wouldn’t feel safe in the warm arms of a purple punch ghost?) and Jotaro making sure that he stayed that way

-His insomnia never fully went away, but he’s got his best homie to help him out whenever sleep ails him :)

Jotaro is actually really insecure about his height.

-It was pretty typical to poke Joot about his height because, well, he’s a 17 year old that already reaches 6’5”

-It was also pretty typical for Joot to pull down his hat and say nothing because that’s how he reacts to everything

-It wasn’t until the two of them were chilling in their hotel rooms one night when Jotaro quietly popped the question: “Do you think I’m too tall?”

-Kak almost laughs at that but when he sees the concerned look on his face, he realizes, oh my god, he’s actually serious

-His mind immediately goes back to all the times that he’s seen Jotaro staring at himself in the mirror, preferring to sit in the back of the car and never walking side-by-side with any of them

-And he suddenly feels really, really bad

-Jotaro doesn’t talk about it much, but Kakyoin knows he feels the worst when Joseph talks about it even though he knows Joseph is probably just proud of the Joestar trait being passed on

-He stops making comments on his height and always makes sure that he’s not seen as some kind of “freak” for something as stupid as his height :)))

They tried to dye Jotaro’s hair once.

-YES this is total crack but here me out

-Kakyoin finds some cheap-ass hair dye in some store or market

-He busts in and before Jotaro can even speak, Kakyoin is already planning how he’s gonna do this

-Joot is completely opposed to the idea, but Kakyoin says he’ll tell Avdol and Polnareff that Jotaro ate the rest of their chocolate (which he did in fact do)

-They grab some bleach, lock their door, and get ready to screw themselves over

-The process goes a little something like this:

“Okay...the bleach is supposed to sting pretty badly...think you’ll be okay?”

“Just shut up and get it over with.”

*starts spreading bleach*

“ORAAAAA—”

-Turns out that despite punching the shit out of people being his job description, Jotaro has the most sensitive scalp on the planet

-Star Platinum is freaking out, grabbing his hair with one hand and trying to find shit to throw with the other, and Jotaro is sitting there with this blank, lifeless stare

“I’m guessing it hurts?”

“...”

“...”

“...yeah.”

-Is Jotaro starting to freak out a bit? Maybe. Do they stop now...?

-They don’t really have a choice because Star just demolished the hotel alarm clock

-They started right in the middle of his head, and when Jotaro looks in the mirror he sees this patch of blond right in the dead centre of his scalp and lets out this bewildered and devastating yelp

-Kakyoin get’s this awful feeling in his stomach they had just royally fucked up, and when it still stays there after they try to wash it out he knows they did an oopsie

-Joot is just standing there in shock and Star starts trying to rip out his own hair and Kakyoin is praying to god that they don’t wake up the others

-They end up just saying fuck it and putting in the dye anyway because he can’t just have a blond spot for the rest of the trip

-The stuff Kakyoin picked out was actually a shade of purple so dark that it almost looks black and it actually works out almost perfectly

-Most of it is covered up by his hat but there’s a little streak that pokes out into the open and it glows in the sun :)

-No one knows about this and no one even NOTICES until they get back from Egypt and Holly is like “YOU DYED YOUR HAIR?! IT LOOKS SO CUTE!” and at this point Jotaro has just completely stopped caring about it because it was weeks ago and gives them this deadass “yep” and walks out of the room

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hggggnnnnn here’s some feral head canons for y’all, I hope you're having a nice Wednesday! If you have any questions/requests/vibes, you know where to find me :)

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(Warning slight swearing. Please enjoy this is my first attempt at an x reader fan fiction. Let me know your thoughts. I'd totally appreciate it lots 💜 Also if you draw any fan art of this I'd love to see it. Also I MUST add! Thanks to an ask I submitted to the lovely and wonderful @kakyoin-shades it gave me inspiration to write this.)

Free the Future

Kakyoin x fem reader fan fiction

Chapter 1: Convincing the Crusaders

The five men stood looking over the ocean, they finally made it to Eygpt. Polnareff walked over to the woman they just fought against to check up on her (and to see if she was beautiful or not) and was horrified by her appearance. She had no teeth thanks to Star Platinum. The men laughed at his reaction.

They knew time was short and they had to keep on moving they made it to a nearby town, and Joseph Joestar handed his wallet to Avdol entrusting him to get the best vehicle that would get them across the open desert areas. He and his grandson Jotaro looked for a nearby pay phone. 

You just arrived in town in your dark blue, almost navy Ford Scorpio Mk I Saloon, you drove past Joseph and Jotaro while they were on the phone and you drove back around the side street. 

"Thank goodness I made it in time," You said with a sigh of relief.

You parked up along a side street and saw the dune buggy drive past with the remaining of the Stardust Crusaders. Your eyes widen when you saw Kakyoin chilling in the back seat your vision went hazy and you held your face.

"There's no time thinking about that right now. Come on (Y/N) stay focused."

You shook your head and slammed your hands down on the wheel to get yourself to focus again. You slowly followed the dune buggy and they didn't stop rather they slowed down as Joseph and Jotaro jumped into the back. 

"SHIT!" You yell you had to act quickly and stepped on the gas. 

At that moment you drove along side them on the narrow road, Polnareff started to curse and swear raising his fist at you as you overtook them, Avdol gripped the handrail and hung onto it for dear life as Polnareff began to chase you down. The others in the back was flung to the right, to the left, bumping into each other as well as the doors and the boot. 

"OH MY GOD! Polnareff slow down, what's got into you!" Joseph held his head before he was flung backwards again.

Polnareff grunted, "This damn driver what's their problem, I'll show them for showing off!"

You panicked as you were nearing the open desert area, you couldn't let them across it no matter what. You acted quickly Polnareff was on your tail and at that moment you drifted to the left and blocked the end of the street and you slammed on the breaks and you fell into the steering wheel your hands shaking your breathing heavy. 

"Oh CRAP!" Polnareff slammed on the breaks and stopped inches from your car. 

Jotaro and Kakyion fell into each other as Joseph slammed his head against the boot door. Avdol closed his eyes and awaited the impact. When everything came to a halt everyone had a sigh of relief all but Jotaro. He huffed in annoyance, adjusted his hat and vaulted himself out the back of the buggy. He stood on the road and glared at your car. Unfortunately for you the drivers side of your car was in front of his sights. He clenched his fists as marched up to the car. He gritted his teeth and he swung the door opened with one motion, he reached in and gripped your shirt, pulled you out the car and held you up so high you were practically dangling in his grip, you panicked as you saw the angry expression, it brought fear in your eyes. 

"What the HELL is your problem. Do you have any idea how dangerous that kind of driving is?! HUH do you! I should teach you a lesson for almost wrecking our new ride we just-" Jotaro got interrupted

"Jotaro stop! Don't hit her!" Avdol ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulder

 "Her?" Jotaro paused for a moment he then looked at you up and down and huffed.

He sighed and dropped you all while glaring at you. You landed with a thud and you started to rub your butt, but still looking at Jotaro's icy glare. Polnareff rushed out the car and rush up to you almost knocking over his younger friend.

"I am SO sorry mon chéri, my friend doesn't know any better. Are you okay?" Polnareff offered his hand to help you up. 

Avdol sighed and face palmed off course Polnareff couldn't help himself when a girl is about. Jotaro gritted his teeth and approached his tall haired friend. Polnareff helped you up and he smiled as well as checking you out at the same time. You smiled, but then it faded as Jotaro brushed past him and glared at you once again. 

"You better have a good reason for this you bitch!" Jotaro huffed.

You stared into his icy blue eyes, but then you noticed Joseph and Kakyion walking up to the others when you saw the young red haired teen you froze in fear your vision began to get hazy, your eyes began to lose focus.

"OI I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Jotaro pulled you close to him again.

You snapped back to reality and before you knew it an arm became between you both.

"Hey Jotaro that's enough, Don't really know what's going on here, but I want some answers." Joseph stood between you. You took a deep breath and folded your arms and closed your eyes to hide the fear and pain.

"I know where Dio's hideout is, I also know you are after him and you don't have much time left. I have a beach house nearby, we can stay at until tomorrow. Please. Don't cross that, desert." the last line had you slightly choked up and the men's eyes widen.  (Apart from Jotaro that is.) You quickly wiped your tears and stood proud in front of them.

"Mr Joestar this is kind of a blessing don't you think?" Polnareff whispered to the older gent.  "I mean, what luck, that someone knows the whereabouts of Dio"

"Hmm, I don't know about this Polnareff... She could be one of Dio's servants. And she happened to know we were in this town. Straight after dealing with another stand user..." Joseph folded his arms unsure what to believe.

"As much as I agree with Mr Joestar, we do need to cross the desert quickly and find Dio. But can we really trust this person..." Avdol looked down with concerned eyes.

Polnareff rushed to your side "Well, I believe her. If she was trying anything you think she'd blow up our car or even attack Jotaro. But she didn't." He winked at you and you smiled you were glad at least one of them was on your side. 

Kakyion walked past Jotaro and Joseph and placed his hand on his hip and stood next to his tall haired friend and smiled softly. 

"I also believe Polnareff, this is the turnout we are after. Think about it, no matter where we go we always get attacked. It's about time we have someone on our side and help us take down Dio." He folded his arms and gave you a nod to acknowledge you were on their side you quickly look to the ground as if you were shy from his gaze. 

"Hmm... You do have a point Kakyion. Perhaps we should try and trust them even a little" Joseph held his hat trying to decide what was really the best option. 

Jotaro pulled his hat down and smirks  "Yare Yare daze, she might be helpful for now, but as soon as she double cross us, Hmph don't worry. I'll kick her ass I don't care if she's a girl, Star Platinum will make sure she thinks twice before dealing with us." 

Joseph placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder and grinned " Ah yes, that sounds like a good idea, alright miss.... um uh-" 

You glared back at Jotaro you didn't like his tone and how he was judging you when you were the one trying to help him and his fellow comrades. You look up at Joseph and you force a smile. 

"Y/N but call me whatever you like." You respond to Joseph.

The Stardust Crusaders all take time to introduce themselves to you and after so long you finally get to know the name of the man that haunted your dreams. You smile softly and show gratitude to them all but Jotaro trusting you. He still glared at you, waiting for you to slip up at that moment.

"Well, since you have a beach house nearby I think it would be a good idea to have a bit of time to recuperate, Mr Joestar I think using both our vehicles would help with our luggage problem wouldn't you agree?" Avdol stood next to his older friend and extend his finger at both the cars still in the middle of the road. 

"Hmm, yes that is a good idea, you don't mind Y/N you do have a bigger boot than ours." Joseph simply asks "I also think it might be a good idea to spilt up between the cars. Jotaro and myself  will take the buggy. Avdol, Polnareff, Kakyion you take the um..." He walks around the back of your car to get the name of the model and his eyes widen.

"OH MY GOD! You have the Ford Scorpio Mk I! It's not even out in this region how did you get your hands on such a fancy classy car!" Joesph starts to gush over your car.

"Ah, I see you are a man that likes classy vehicles. You see I have a family friend called Tamsin..." You start to bond with Joesph telling him about Tamsin and that he's basically your version of Speedwagon (sporting a short ginger bowl cut, big moustache and 70's glasses.) in that if you need something he'll sort it out. No questions asked. 

Polnareff walks up to the passenger side of your dark blue car and opens it and is about to place his buttocks on the seat only to be pushed aside gently by Kakyion. 

"I call the front seat mon ami" Kakyion grins at him

"Huh? Since when? I got here first!" He stands in front of him and puffs out his chest.

"Since Mr Joestar said we should take both cars and besides..." Kakyion got cut off by Avdol

He pulled Polnareff's ear, dragging him to the other side of the car and opened the back door and pushed him in and sat next to him and folded his arms and huffed. Kakyion smiled softly chuckling to himself and sat down in the passenger seat. (Basically Avdol is sitting behind you in case you wondered) 

"If you were to sit in front you would distract Y/N with all your flirting or trying to touch her knee and besides" He winked at his friend, " You wouldn't want me to be sitting all by myself in the back would you?"

Polnareff huffed and folded his arms for a moment, but then placed an arm around his Egyptian friend. 

"Of course not can't leave my best bud all alone can I and besides," He grinned " We can stretch our legs more, too bad for you Kakyion." He giggled like a school girl while he extended his legs outwards.

"Hmm, is that so?" Kakyion smirked, looked into the mirror and shifted his seat backwards into Polnareffs knee before shifting it back to where it was, the Frenchman winced in pain and grabbed his knee.

"You did that on purpose, why you!" Polnareff leaned forward, but then you approached the car and he quickly sat back and pretend nothing happened he wanted to be on his best behaviour around you. Avdol softly chuckled and watched you wave to Joseph and Jotaro. He smiled out the window to his old friend and gave a small wave.  

You got in the car and you saw Avdol and Polnareff  in the back seats and you glance over to the passenger seat and Kakyion was sitting there giving you a soft smile. You immediately look ahead with a mix of emotions, fear, shyness and nervousness. Kakyion took note of your behaviour and wanted to reassure you.

"Please don't let what Jotaro said, get to you. He's been on edge for a while. He will warm up to you soon. But we all believe in you Y/N." Kakyion placed his warm hand on your shoulder and you look at him trying not to think of that horrible nightmare that keeps haunting your vision. 

You swallow hard and let out a heavy sigh before smiling back at him, " I appreciate that lots Kakyion, say you guys have been travelling since this morning, haven't you," You slowly reach for the glove box and the men in the back moved forward and prepared for the attack. "I thought you'd appreciate some nice cold Coca Cola."

You turn with 3 Coca Cola bottles in your hand and see them with angry expression and you let out a shriek that you drop the bottles. Kakyion leans in close his arm brushes against yours in a swift motion and he catches the necks of the bottles in his fingers. He slowly sits back up and gives you a warm smile all while placing the bottles on his lap. A small blush grew on your cheeks, he was so close you could smell his scent, musky with a hint of cherry. You nod back in relief, but you turned your attention the gentlemen in the back seats with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry miss Y/N you can understand our reflexes we haven't had it easy the past 40 or days or so" Avdol looks at you with a guilty expression. 

"I'm sorry my darling its just anytime we've tried to relax something happens. I hope you can forgive us" Polnareff clasped his hands together, his eyes almost reduced to tears.

"It's okay, " You give a sheepish smile, "I understand I truly do and once we are at the beach house I'll explain..." You slowly sigh and close your eyes, "I'll tell you everything." You open your eyes with a determined look.

You see Joseph and Jotaro in the buggy and they have reversed out the way for your car to squeeze past.  As the cars lined up just before you were in front  you wind down the window and you lean outwards.

"Mr Joestar its going to be a 3 hour drive, it's just south of the border just follow my lead and if you and Jotaro need to make a pit stop anywhere, just flash your lights at me and I'll get the signal." You smile at him and beep your horn a few times " See you in a while" 

"Right you are Y/N. To be honest, I'd rather wait until we make it to the beach house before we can take it easy. See you in a few hours." He gives a small wave to you and smiles while giving a big wave to Avdol and Polnareff in the back.

You slowly drove along the main road of the town, you look in the mirror and see Joseph is close behind you. You smile, knowing that everything was going smoothly. Kakyion smiled by you and leaned towards you as he leaned into the back to give his friends their bottles of Coca Cola. 

"Y/N Thank you so much you have no idea how much I've been dying for a drink" Polnareff smiled as he gripped the bottle 

"It is a very nice gesture Y/N so very thoughtful of you my dear." Avdol smiled as he raised his bottle to the mirror as his way of saying thank you. 

Polnareff tapped Avdols arm and whispered "Hey Avdol I can't open this bottle you think I can use Silver Chariot to pry the bottle cap off?" 

"Hmm, I suppose you could, but don't let Y/N see you" He places his hand over the side of cheek to hide his lips from your view "She might not understand stands as such, though if you were to open yours could you do mines also?" He brought his bottle closer.

You smile, taking in the hustle and bustle of the busy streets with vendors on both sides of the town, you realise about the Coca Cola bottles and you reach down to the side pocket of your door and you hand Kakyion a bottle opener not once taking your eyes off the road. You gasped slightly at his warm touch of his fingers as he slowly takes it from you. 

"Oh, thank you Y/N. I was wondering how I was going to open this" He smirked and laughed slightly while looking at his friends in the back as Polnareff stuck out his tongue while aiming Silver Chariot's arm with such concentration.

Just then BANG Silver Chariot's sword flung both the bottle caps into the air and the pressure of the Coca Cola spouted upwards landing on the Frenchman and the Egyptian man leaving them with half of the liquid left in the bottle, other half soaked them. Avdol pushed Polleraff in annoyance before grabbing his bottle and laughing heartily. Polleranff joined him in chuckling loudly. 

Kakyion smiled softly and grinned " I was going to offer this" waving the bottle opener at them "But you managed to open it all by yourself, I wonder how that is so, hmm?" Oh he very much knew how.

Avdol sat forward and grinned "Oh yes, that well, uh I used my super strength to open it." He chuckled loudly to hide the embarrassment in his voice oh Polnareff was going to pay for this later. 

Kakyion brought the bottle to his lips and began to drink the Coca Cola while the gents in the back chuckled and drank theirs, just then Polleranff had an idea pop into his head. He tapped his Egyptian friend to get his attention and pointed at the back window and gave his Coca Cola bottle a shake, Avdol smirked and grinned as he knew exactly what he was thinking. 

Joseph and Jotaro followed behind you slowly and Jotaro slumped more in the seat, resting his arm on the door and placing his chin on his hand as he took in the vendors as they drove passed. 

"What the hell!" Joseph frowned, looking at your car in front 

He saw his two friends shake their bottles of Coca Cola and Polleranff taking a slow chug and giving a satisfying "uh-huh" and a cheeky grin before shaking it again.

Joseph gripped the steering wheel harder and gritted his teeth "Son of a bitch! Do you see this Jotaro! They are having Coca Cola without me!"

Jotaro glanced forward and deeply sighed "What a pain.." before pulling his hat down to his face and adjusted himself ready for a snooze.

You look into the mirror and see Joseph with an annoyed look and you then see both the men in the back chuckling and giggling slapping their knees. You smile at how close they are as friends. Kakyion softly smiles and enjoys more of his Coca Cola and places the bottle opener into the glove box. 

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Two and a half hours had passed and the laughter had eventually died down from the back of the car both the men rested their heads against each other as they fell asleep with how smooth your driving was. Kakyion looked back at his friends and smiled warmly he looked at you while you gave the road all your attention.

"Take this a compliment Y/N Avdol doesn't normally fall asleep in our car journeys, the fact is that he must really trust you. It is warming to see him so relaxed." Kakyion rested his hand on his chin as he places his elbow on the door.

"I had no idea Mr Avdol was always cautious. I'm just glad he can get some rest and feel relaxed." You reply while looking out to the open road with the odd car passing you.

Kakyion looked at you curiously " Say Y/N you mind me asking and of course you will explain everything shortly, but could you tell me, why are you helping us?"

*Cue the start of Roundabout theme* 

Your breath got shaky at him pressing you to talk, you gripped the steering wheel your palms got sweaty, your vision got hazy, but you shook your head to snap back to reality. He looked at you with concern his eyes fixated on you with how you are acting  and shifted himself forward  leaning towards you and awaited your answer.

"I'll just say these two words for now," you replied with a shaky squeak.

"Hol Horse..." 

[<--------To Be Continued----------]

Chapter 2

[jojo-therapist]

- Jotaro Kujo, “Daughter”

Requested by the lovely @kawaiiteigen​, who asked “Can you make a session with Jotaro part 6 or part 4 pls?” Why yes I can, lovely! I went with part 4 era, but Jolyne is still a very big part of this session! 

Warning: We do discuss Kakyoin’s death and how it affects Jotaro’s relationships with the people around him in this session. 

DISCLAIMER: I am not a licensed therapist, and this account is made purely for fun. If you find yourself relating to any of these characters, while I am willing to help, please seek the assistance of a professional. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Death, abandonment

Therapist: Good evening, Dr. Kujo. How are you today? 

Jotaro: I’m fine. Why am I here again? 

Therapist: I am aware that you have something going on and that it is not the wisest decision for you to be here, but I just wanted to talk to you. 

Jotaro: What did you want to talk about?” 

Therapist: Does the name Kakyoin Noriaki ring any bells? 

Jotaro: I would like to go back to what I was doing. 

Therapist: Dr. Kujo, may you please sit back down? 

Jotaro: Are you one of DIO’s bastards? 

Therapist: Not the word I would personally use to describe his agents but no, I am not one. I am a therapist, Dr. Kujo. Personal relationships aside, I am here to help you and to see you get better as a person. 

Jotaro: How do you know about him? 

Therapist: Will you tell me about your relationship to Mr. Kakyoin if I tell you? 

Jotaro: Fine, good grief. 

Therapist: I was looking through some of your files and asked your mother about some of the deceased people from your childhood, and he was there. When I asked her about Mr. Kakyoin, she got unusually quiet and didn’t want to answer. 

Jotaro: He was a friend of mine. When I was going to save my mother, we had found him on the way and he came with us. We told him to go back several times but he didn’t and DIO ended up… 

Therapist: Killing him? 

Jotaro: Yes. 

Therapist: I understand. Do you blame yourself for his death? 

Jotaro: I wasn’t the one who killed him, so his death isn’t my fault. He’s dead. No point dwelling on the past. 

Therapist: Jotaro… 

Jotaro: What? That’s the truth. He’s dead, Avdol is dead, Iggy is dead, and I haven’t spoken to Polnareff in years. He’s dead. There’s no bringing someone back to life, even if I try my damn hardest. 

Therapist: That’s not what I meant and you know it, Dr. Kujo. Stop dodging the question. Do you or do you not believe that you could have done something to prevent Kakyoin’s death? 

Jotaro: Yes. There is something I could have done. 

Therapist: What do you believe you could have done? 

Jotaro: Why are you asking me all of these questions? 

Therapist: I don’t understand. 

Jotaro: Why would you want to know this much about people in my life that are dead if you aren’t one of DIO’s pieces of shit that he works with. 

Therapist: I want the best for you, Jotaro. Losing people isn’t difficult, especially not when you are only 17. Especially when that person is the closest person to you that is your age as well. Jotaro, it is important to me that you are able to get help, and I want to provide that help for you. Being apprehensive is normal, Jotaro. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

Jotaro: Are you sure you aren’t trying to figure out how to kill me? 

Therapist: If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so. This room has nothing that will record our conversation as well as no living being but the two of us and these plants. There is objectively no reason that I wouldn’t have hurt you already if my plan was to hurt you. 

Jotaro: Fine. 

Therapist: Where does this paranoia come from? You don’t seem to be as concerned for yourself as you say you are, Dr. Kujo. Is there, perhaps, someone that you want to protect? 

Jotaro: I have a wife and a daughter. 

Therapist: Would you like to tell me about them? 

Jotaro: No. 

Therapist: Are you afraid that I am going to hurt them if you tell me, Jotaro? 

Jotaro: If I say yes, will you laugh? 

Therapist: It’s a reasonable fear, of course, that the people you love could potentially get hurt. It comes with growing older and starting a family of one’s own, if one so chooses. What’s concerning to me is the extent that you are willing to go in order to protect your family, to the point that you wouldn’t even be able to tell me their names. 

Jotaro: Jolyne. That’s my daughter’s name. 

Therapist: Do you love Jolyne? 

Jotaro: More than anything. 

Therapist: Is that why you want to protect her so much? 

Jotaro: Any time I love someone or get close to someone, they either die or come close to it. My mother got sick and almost died, Kakyoin died, and both of them I could have stopped. I could have prevented Kakyoin’s death, maybe if I just pushed him harder to go home then he would still be here, still bright as the day. I just don’t know if my mother would have survived. 

Therapist: You were in a situation where no matter what, you would lose. 

Jotaro: It’s been 10 years and I still think I’m cursed to never be able to get close to people, because every time I do, someone dies, and I fucking hate that. 

Therapist: I understand, Jotaro. 

Jotaro: And I don’t even know if it will change. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Do I leave and abandon them even though they mean everything, but they stay alive, or do I stay and risk them dying? 

Therapist: Once again, a situation where you lose no matter what the outcome. 

Jotaro: If I lose them too, I have nothing. No reason to live. 

Therapist: Don’t say that Jotaro- 

Jotaro: Why not say it? It’s the truth. I lost Kakyoin, Iggy, Avdol, Polnareff. My mother is sick again. My grandfather is doing whatever the hell he does in his old age. Josuke has his friends and I mean basically nothing to him. If I lose the only two people that I have left, I have nothing to live for. If something killed me, I wouldn’t try to stop it. I would just let it happen. 

Therapist: I understand where you’re coming from. 

Jotaro: I just don’t know what to do anymore. 

Therapist: I want you to tell Jolyne that you love her. 

Jotaro: How would that help? 

Therapist: See, it won’t. It won’t fix your rightfully earned paranoia. It won’t fix how no matter what you seem to never have a good outcome. I cannot convince you that bad things might not happen. I simply can’t. What I can do, however, is tell you to work with what you have. Whether you leave or stay, tell her that you love her. 

Jotaro: What would that do? 

Therapist: Not everything has to have an outcome for it to be valuable. You do not need to gain something from every action you take. Tell her you love her, tell your wife you love her, and expect nothing in return for it. 

Jotaro: What about Kakyoin? 

Therapist: Live as much of a life as you can. I cannot speak for the dead, but from the people I have personally lost, I know that they want me to live the life that I can. He would want you to remember him but not to the extent that you have to hide everything just because you’re afraid of his situation happening again. 

Jotaro: What do I do if staying becomes too much? 

Therapist: Does your wife love you too? 

Jotaro: I think so. 

Therapist: Then she will understand that you need your space. From the looks of it, even after 10 years, you have not given yourself the space to heal from your pain. 

Jotaro: So what? 

Therapist: You have let a lot out during this session, Jotaro. Things that I am sure that you did not mean to say, for whatever reason. That’s good, that is excellent. But I am almost certain that this was the first time that you let yourself feel things this deeply. Despite that, our time is up. I want you to let yourself experience your trauma, and let yourself cope freely. Whether that is by yourself or with your wife or a trusted friend, I don’t judge. Tell people that you love them so that even if something happens, they know. 

-end of session-

[harusaki-hugo]

Whart about the SDC with a LAFAYETTE fem s/o. She carries around a sword, and has the squad™. And is basically a crack head?

Stardust crusaders crew with Lafayette f! S/O

Ohonhonhon. Look like you really like Hamilton and Jjba, huh.

Okay, let me tell you how you guys meet. It's all started, after the fight with yellow temperance. The stardust crusaders crew is having dinner at the Singapore restaurant. They all discuss DIO and you just accidentally heard about it, so being a proud France and also a Stand user, | Gun or Ship | is your Stand name, you offer them your assistance. Of course, at first, Jotaro didn't agree and told you to fuck off. Polnareff is thrilled to have another France companion, Kakyoin is a bit suspicious about you, Avdol is intriguing, a woman carrying a sword offering to help them without any reason and Joseph is skeptical about allowing you to join. You challenge them in the fight, if you win they let you join and if you lost you leave them alone. And guess what, you win against the France man himself.

Kujo Jotaro:

Can we have one France annoying person?

You just annoying like Polnareff, always joking around, too damn happy-go-lucky girl.

But he actually impressed with your fighting style, using your Stand and join the fighting. That sword is not for the show.

Even though, sometimes you talk to fast and mash Japanese and France together. He quite enjoyed talking with you. Not that he tells you.

Joseph Joestar:

A concern father.

Always need to check on you once a while or you will disappear with Polnareff.

He knows he can count on you, but your loud personality is too much for old him.

But he glads you here, someone needs to cheer up this group when they down.

Think you give areally good motivation toward the group.

Kakyoin Norioki:

If you Lafayette , this guy is Laurance. You know... They both... Never mind.

You, him and Polnareff is a crackhead group.

He knew he can tell you anything, you always have an answer for him. Every time he doubts himself, you always bring him back to his feet.

The most important thing. You always trust him no matter what happens. Even though you guys just meet.

Muhammad Avdol:

Always help you find an English word you forgot.

Quite patient with you. Even though he almost lost his cool when you gang up with Polnareff.

Sometime he humor you by letting you ramble on about France and how you going to beat the shit out of DIO.

A bit thankful when he know that he can count on you to protect them in this trip.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff:

You both France.

Disaster and pure chaos, you two complete each other.

Best friend forever.

Every night when he remembers his sister died, he will go to you to cry out his sorrow. You always there, listening to what he says without judging him.

He knows that you will always help this team, you will protect them. Forever.

Stardust crusaders crew :

When there a time you sad about your past, you bet them will help you feel better.

Jotaro will ruffle your hair and stood beside you.

Joseph will tell you about his journey when he young.

Kakyoin will tell you random jokes and facts. He also a good listener.

Avdol will offer a hug. He also a good listener and he will give useful advice.

Polnareff, he will do anything to bring that's smile back.

They will always help you back, just like how you there with them.

[fortune-fool02]

Princess of Sand

Jean Pierre Polnareff x undead mummy female reader

Requested by: anonymous

This was a very interesting one to write so thank you for that. Please enjoy.

There were tales often told among those in Egypt, legends told of fearless leaders who once ruled the lands and brought honour to Egypt. Others of those who made deals with Gods and Goddess for selfish gain and were bound by that deal to serve for all eternity. 

[Name] was one of those souls who prayed to her Gods and Goddesses, begging them to bring good fortune to her father’s -who was Pharaoh at the time- empire and to those who served them.  Many believed that she had been blessed by the Goddess of Compassion Meretseger as her heart of gold was shared for all, both peasant and royal alike. 

It was this compassion that lead her down a path that she should never have ventured. When her father had fallen ill and showed no indication of recovering, [Name] locked herself away and prayed to the dark God Anubis, begging him to heal her father in exchange for her soul. 

Anubis had accepted her offer and healed her father, and then demanded what was promised to him. [Name] showed no resistance to it for it was a deal, her soul for her father’s health. Upon seeing this compassion, Anubis had a second thought. While he was going to take what was promised, he added something else to their little contract. [Name] was to die a painless death and her soul be by his side until her body was awoken by the blood of another, in which her soul would return to her body and she would be reborn with the powers of Egypt at her command. 

And so, for centuries, her body laid in her tomb awaiting the day someone would awaken her. And that someone was Jean Pierre Polnareff.

***

The awakening of the mummified princess was literally accidental. The crusaders had battled against an Enemy Stand user who lured them into the ruins of an old temple, believing that he held the advantage. The blade had sliced against Polnareff’s arm and sent his blood spilling over the sarcophagus; the crimson liquid seeping into the stone and into the corpse that laid inside. 

For the first time in centuries, life had been breathed into the corpse. The sand that surrounded the ruins swirling and dancing around the sarcophagus in a form of excitement for the return of the princess, throwing everyone off guard. The sand rose up, taking the form of a jackal that struck at the enemy, showing no interest in the crusaders. Once the enemy had been disposed of, the jackal crumbled back into harmless sand and all eyes shifted to the sarcophagus where a woman stood.

[Hair colour] locks that could be compared to silk swayed in the soft breeze, sickly [Skin colour] skin that had markings engraved into her skin that moved and shifted slightly if you looked close enough. Old bandages clung to her body that seemed to be healing itself, her rotten flesh growing healthy appearing. 

First believing that she was another enemy, the crusaders prepared to attack when the woman -could they call her that? She did emerge from a stone coffin and regenerate herself after all- turned to Polnareff and bowed before him. Words left her lips that none of the crusaders could understand though Avdol had an idea of what she was saying. 

She was thanking Polnareff for awakening her and returning her soul back to her body. This more than surprised everyone. Jotaro demanded an explanation and she looked at him before speaking, taking words from their language and forming sentences with them, shocking everyone further. 

“I am Princess [Name], daughter of Pharaoh [Father’s name].” Her answer made Avdol gasp a little, he had heard of the Pharaoh she spoke of along with the legend of his daughter. A compassionate soul who had sacrificed herself for her father’s health. A highly worshipped princess because of her noble sacrifice and deserve every ounce of respect they could offer. Which was difficult from Jotaro but she didn’t seem to take care of it. 

She turned her attention to Polnareff and, again, bowed her head to him. “For returning my soul from Anubis’ side, you have my eternal gratitude. I am forever in your debt.” Polnareff was a little unsure of how to react to this. It wasn’t every day that an undead mummified princess of Egypt tells you that she’s in your debt because your blood got on her coffin. 

However, judging by the performance of her ability just then with the sand, they believed she could prove to be a useful ally. And they were not wrong. 

During one of their battles against an Enemy Stand, [Name] had outstretched her hands towards the enemy and the sand around her began to shift and swirl as if the sand, itself, was alive. By her command, the Jackal warriors that emerged from the sand charged at the enemy, shielding the crusaders and giving them an opening to strike. The battle didn’t last long after that. 

All of the sands of Egypt were hers to command as a gift from Anubis. All it took was a few grains of sand and the battle was her’s. With such a powerful ally by their side, the crusaders were, without a doubt, on equal footing as Dio. 

Though, during one battle, Polnareff have received a serious injury. [Name], sensing this, abandoned her post in battle to rush to his side. A wall of sand surrounded them both, shielding them from the battle that waged around them. 

“Polnareff.” she spoke, her [Eye colour] eyes taking in his injures. Blood spilled from his abdomen, pooling around them no matter how hard he pressed his hands against the wound to slow the bleeding. 

“P-Princess, don’t bother about me.” he tried to sound unfazed and failed miserably. [Name] was no fool when it came to severity of wounds. She took Polnareff’s head into her hands and made him look at her, [Eye colour] orbs glowing with concern. 

“Let me heal you. Please, Polnareff.” He nodded, groaning in pain as more blood seeped through his fingers. [Name] wasted no time, her lips pressing against his and catching him off-guard when her body began to crumble to sand. His entire body stiffened like stone, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his wounds stitched themselves together. 

The markings that decorated [Name]’s skin carved themselves onto his, [Eye colour] eyes glowing in place of his pale blue ones. She gasped then blinked; her soul inhabiting Polnareff’s body. 

“For returning my life, Polnareff, I will protect yours.” [Name] rose to her -Polnareff’s- feet and the sand fortress around her erupted with life, shifting into a form of serpent. Outstretching her -Polnareff’s- hand, the serpent charged at the enemy with a screech, snatching the enemy up into the air and swallowing him whole. Inside of the sand serpent, muffled screaming could be heard along with the scuttering of thousands of legs that belonged to none other than scarabs. 

All the crusaders’ watched with a form of horror at this almost brutal torture but that horror was short-lived when they saw [Name]’s markings upon their friend’s body. 

“Those who harm the innocent have no right to walk the lands. They serve only one purpose and that is as food for the creatures of Egypt.” [Name]’s voice echoed with Polnareff’s, her -his- hand outstretching towards the sand serpent again only for the creature to crumble to sand again. No traces of the enemy were found nor the scarabs that inhabited the sand creature. 

Once confirming the threat was gone, [Name]’s soul left Polnareff’s body in a similar manner of how she inhabited it. Her body materialising from her sand and turning to the Frenchman, pleased to see his wound was gone. 

It was a princess’s duty to protect her empire, and though her empire may be nothing more than forgotten ruins, it lived on in the crusaders. And as the Princess of the Sand, [Name] will use everything at her disposal to protect them. 

[dolphin-enthusiast]

im really loving all of this kakyoin love lately 🥰🥰 What would the SDC be like with a physically strong but delicate s.o? like one who can lift really heavy things and can pack a punch but gets hurt doing the most simple things (as well as lifting/punching/anything really) but brushes it off as though it's nothing despite hurting their hand or something for days after? thank you for all that you do i love your blog so much 😘😘💓💓

Ok but this is one of my fave tropes bc I'm also kinda the same I'm ALOT stronger than I look and its funny tbh hshdjdhdhs

Jotaro:

- Ok he's shook. All of this time he thought you were a cute little frail thing but one day he spots you lifting two heavy ass grocery bags all by yourself and throwing them onto the table without breaking a sweat.

- He'd pay more attention and see that despite the fact that you could lift heavy things and you were quite strong you would also hurt yourself into the most weirdest ways such as dropping a plate on your hand or stubbing your toe on all surfaces ever.

- He'd just sigh and mutter his catchphrase while telling you to stop showing off and will drag you off to tend to your injuries. Although you wouldn't notice the blush on his face when he'd say all of this.

- Deep down he thinks it's really adorable though. How you look so small and delicate but in reality you're able to take on people and lift things. You two could be the ideal power couple.

Kakyoin:

- He's quite surprised but not shocked. He knows better than to judge people by their appearence. He'd just softly smile as he sees you wrestling with some stuff around the house.

- You're his little powerful s/o and he'd often point out how much he likes that about you. Because he really does honestly! Nothing better than someone small who's in fact a powerhouse.

- Although he'd be a bit concerned with your habit of injuring yourself. He would kinda find it funny how you're so strong but also manage to hurt yourself in the strangest ways possible.

- Nonetheless he's going to always remind you to take care of yourself and will quickly patch you up whenever you'd need it. He loves you alot and even if he knows that you're powerful he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

Polnareff:

- First time he'd discover how strong you really are he'd quite literally be in awe. He never knew you're so strong and always thought that it was his duty to protect you.

- He would swoon over your strength and comment on how amazing you are and how you could totally bench press him. You'd just roll your eyes and playfully smack him on the arm to which he'd do a dramatic "OW".

- He would wheeze the first times you'd hit your hand but would get slightly concerned as he'd see you do it over and over again. He knows you can handle yourself and that you're strong but he doesn't want you to be in pain!

- Would baby you and always tell you to be careful from now on and occasionally say that maybe it would be best for him to take on the "strong" role in the relationship. You'd just shake your head and call him an idiot while grinning. You know very well how much he cares about you and you're thoroughly glad for it.

Joseph:

- Just like Kakyoin he knows better than to judge the book by its cover. He would grin upon seeing you show off your strength.

- But he'd make sure you wouldn't overwork yourself. After all he wants you to be safe and even if he may be old he hasn't lost his strength and will help you with anything.

- He would find your clumsiness cute though. Just like your strength despite the fact that you look so delicate. He'd sometimes point it out and make you blush.

- He'd often pick you up and raise you in the air or twirl you around. It's in these moments that you'd feel protected and see just how strong your jacked boyfriend is as well. Even if he aged and he's wiser now sometimes the teasing fiery nature of his younger self would come out.

Avdol:

- He would be surprised at first but quickly chuckle and shake his head as he'd watch you lift things up. He'd feel oddly proud for some reason because he really likes how deceiving your looks can be.

- Much like Polnareff he'd often joke around saying you'd totally kick his ass to which you'd just laugh.

- Of course that he's going to tell you to be careful not to hurt yourself though. He loves your powerful side but he wants you to be safe.

- Will often praise your strength but also protect you as well. Whilst he loves how strong you are, he wants to make you feel loved and protected too.

[nympsycho-ao3]

Foolhardy

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Jotaro is curious what would happen if brought Kakyoin to the brink of orgasm then denied him the sweet release he'd so desperately needed. He was especially curious how he would react to a vibrator stimulating his cock while he pumped his prostate.

He definitely didn't expect the extent that desperation would carry Kakyoin to.

『Kakyoin’s eyes clenched shut when the vibrator finally, at last, grazed his most sensitive spot under his head where it met his shaft. He bit down on Jotaro’s fingers, a plaintive cry slipping through his slacked jaw as his hips jerked forward. His abdominal muscles pulsed in tune with his cock, the stimulation too much by itself, even more-so compounded with Jotaro’s rubbing against his prostate.』

“Shh…”

The breath passing through Jotaro’s lips tickled the back of Kakyoin’s ear. Through clenched teeth that peeked through parted lips, Jotaro shushed the writhing smaller man whose back pressed against his chest. Jotaro placed an austere kiss at the base of his neck, the taste of sweat lingering across his lips as he flicked his tongue between them.

“Kakyoin,” Jotaro’s grumbling voice hushed into a near-whisper, “you have to be quieter.”

Kakyoin’s groan of frustration sounded more like an impudent whine, muted into the pillow he turned to bury his face into. His gasping heated the pillow around his face in an almost suffocating feverish warmth.

Just one room away, Avdol and Polnareff settled in for the night earlier than the group usually would. A premature night’s rest was well-deserved after a full day of exhausting battles under the hot Egyptian sun. Only a wall separated their room and the one Jotaro and Kakyoin shared, the headboard jutting up to it with a pillow stuffed in-between to prevent it from knocking repeatedly.

Jotaro’s knuckles lay flush against Kakyoin’s hole as he curled them methodically inside. Kakyoin felt his hard cock bumping against his lower back, contorted to allow Jotaro full access to him. Kakyoin’s neck rested on Jotaro’s outstretched forearm under him, smidgens of hair tickling his skin when he craned against it. When Jotaro sunk his fingers into Kakyoin’s favorite spot inside of him, a loud whelp resounded against the narrow walls of the hotel room. Jotaro slowed his movements, almost with a sense of punishment and very noticed by Kakyoin.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” Jotaro groaned, pulling his forearm out from under Kakyoin’s neck. His hand clamped over Kakyoin’s mouth, a surprised exhale pressing through his fingers. Kakyoin’s cock twitched with the contact, the forceful grasp slightly tender over his boney chin. His eyes closed when Jotaro craned his neck back towards him, trying his best to choke the groan that pried its way into his chest.

Muffled words vibrated into Jotaro’s palm, his eyes rolling as he peeled his hand back away from Kakyoin’s lips to hover lightly over them.

“Sorry,” he breathed, pushing his ass towards Jotaro who defiantly kept his hand achingly still. “I’m trying.”

Jotaro clapped his hand back over Kakyoin’s mouth as he pulled his fingers back.

“Try harder.”

His fingers plunged deeply inside audaciously, hesitation not exactly one of Jotaro’s strong suits. Kakyoin gripped the fluff of the pillow with desperate fists. His brows furrowed with the roughness, the groan he let out muffled by Jotaro’s strong grip over his mouth. With each thrust, each time he scissored his fingers to stretch him to his limit, Kakyoin squirmed and pushed against the resistance of Jotaro’s hold on his jaw.

“Is it that good?” Jotaro purred from behind, still pumping his index and middle fingers into Kakyoin, amused by the reactions he roused.

Kakyoin nodded lackadaisically. Jotaro felt the beginning dribbles of drool stick between his fingers, a sensation that would normally disgust him if the situation were different. His answer prompted his pace to quicken, much to Kakyoin’s eager reception. His toes curled against the fabric of his pants, pooled around his feet after an inconsiderate, incomplete discarding by Jotaro. His breathing hitched, his torrid breath flowing out of his nose and across Jotaro’s fingers.

Jotaro’s hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his hat long since discarded and thrown to the floor without care. His forearm burned from the strain of fingering Kakyoin and bending his fingers, yet the pain was barely a concern. The curvature of Kakyoin’s spine was much more alluring, his needy callings much worthier of his attention.

Another muffled murmur reverberated against Jotaro’s hand. Feeling kind, he loosened his grip and parted from his lips, strings of saliva connecting them before Kakyoin’s quivering words broke them.

“I-I’m so close…” he whispered, his lips slick with spit and red with blushing heat. Jotaro had always been pleasantly surprised by Kakyoin’s propensity for cumming from his ass alone. He’d taken advantage of it far too many times before, Kakyoin’s cock spending many nights ignored after exhausting bouts of orgasm from them both.

Jotaro hummed with approval, a small grin gracing his lips as he slid two fingers into Kakyoin’s mouth, hooking around the corner of his mouth to reveal pearlescent rows of teeth. Kakyoin groaned, each stroke against his prostate building the heat in his belly. He’d made an effort to keep quiet; he was so, so ready for his reward. His cock strained against the luxe comforter of the bed beneath him.

Then it stopped.

Jotaro’s fingers slid out of him before Kakyoin had time to consider what was happening. His tongue ran across Jotaro’s fingers, a dazed whine questioning the sudden absence of pressure that he’d become addicted to over the last hour in the hotel room.

“W-what…” he said softly though it was muffled, turning his head backwards to try and meet Jotaro’s gaze. He felt the heat in his belly start to dissipate maddeningly, replaced by an ache deep in his balls and at the base of his cock.

“Be patient,” Jotaro growled behind him, sliding his fingers deeper into his mouth against his tongue. Kakyoin suppressed a gag, instead biting down onto the fleshy part of his fingers in a sign of defiance. Jotaro decided he’d ignore it.

“I have something else,” Jotaro continued before turning his body away from Kakyoin, the lack of presence against his back dejecting him. Kakyoin took the opportunity to stretch his leg to kick his pants onto the floor, one sock still dangling from his left foot. He watched as a purple, gloved hand materialized at the end of the bed to pull it off for him and toss it across the room. The hand trailed up his calf, rubbing gently, before settling into the crease of his knee. Star Platinum raised Kakyoin’s bent leg into the air, rotating his hips to expose his too-hot groin to the cooler air around him. He released his bite around Jotaro’s fingers, tongue lobbing to the side of his mouth. He heard Jotaro rummaging around, the crumpling of fabric interrupting the sound of Kakyoin’s breathing.

Suddenly, a sheath came over Kakyoin’s eyes, blinding him. He uttered a panicked gasp before Jotaro’s fingers choked it back down his throat. His eyelashes brushed up against the brawny hand covering his eyes, a familiar iridescence that could only be Star Platinum’s. He relaxed, the inhuman presence over his eyes unwelcome but tolerable. He groaned into Jotaro’s hand, his toes curling into the air.

Jotaro’s broad chest returned to press against Kakyoin’s back, the warmth earning a penurious sigh from the smaller man as his back arched to rub his ass against Jotaro’s cock. Jotaro crooned into Kakyoin’s neck.

“You’re so fucking needy,” Jotaro griped, his hand slinking around Kakyoin’s hip. Despite the sharpness of his words, Kakyoin could hear the smile in his voice.

Kakyoin remembered a time when he was too shy to even think about doing anything like this. The first time they’d fucked Jotaro weaseled urges out of him that he’d never even knew were there. Then again, he’d never felt this way towards anyone else before, especially not someone as domineering as Jotaro. Slowly, with thorough prodding and encouragement, Kakyoin was left with surprisingly little inhibition in letting his desires be known. Jotaro, tough and stoic as he was, never seemed to chastise or judge Kakyoin, much to his relief. Quite contrarily, Jotaro embraced the role as he molded Kakyoin around his whims, experimenting and introducing new stimuli that Kakyoin either accepted or learned to accept. If Kakyoin was needy, it was entirely Jotaro’s fault.

Jotaro released his grip on Kakyoin’s hip to align the tip of his cock to Kakyoin’s entrance. Slicked with lube that he must’ve applied moments before, he prodded gently, teasing, his cock barely entering at all. Kakyoin’s eyes closed behind Star Platinum’s hand, the muscles of his brow straining against it.

“Preesh,” his begging was slurred by Jotaro’s invasive fingers, the musculature of his tongue wriggling against them as he tried to enunciate. Jotaro scoffed, trying to hide just how much his pleading excited him.

Jotaro grit his teeth with parted lips as he drove the tip of his cock inside, stopping just after his corona. Kakyoin wasn’t used to such a kind penetration, especially after expecting the full wrath of Jotaro’s lust after all this teasing. He grew even more confused when he didn’t push in further, simply staying still, his hand coming to rest against Kakyoin’s hip once more.

“You really, really, have to stay quiet,” Jotaro commanded. “This is risky enough.”

Kakyoin blinked in confusion before hearing a strange noise permeate the silence. A low-pitched buzzing rang through the air, Kakyoin craning his neck against Jotaro’s hand keeping him in place. Seeking answers, he soon found them.

A small bullet grazed the underside of Kakyoin’s cock, making him jump and jolt his hips away from Jotaro, who bucked forward to keep his cock inside of him. He cried out with a shuddering breath, Jotaro jamming his fingers against his tongue. Kakyoin could practically hear him telling him to shut the fuck up.

The vibrator barely touched the base of his cock, the sensation completely foreign as it reverberated through him all the way to his pelvis. He bucked his hips again, the vibrator pressing harder into him. Star Platinum kept him in place with the grip on his leg. The muscles of his thighs tensed with the feeling, his cock sensitive after the orgasm he nearly came to before.

Jotaro slid the vibrator up Kakyoin’s length slowly, stopping just below his frenulum. Kakyoin’s eyes fluttered closed, almost letting out a whine but stopped himself. Feeling the pressure on his eyes release, he was pleased to realize that he could see when he opened them again.

He gazed down at Jotaro’s hand, holding a small purple bullet against his cock with precise fingers. His forearm rested against the crest of Kakyoin’s hip, protruding veins casting shadows on his musculature.

Jotaro slid more of his cock inside Kakyoin, much slower than he’d usually done. Yet he took his time, arching it in just the way Kakyoin went crazy for, his tip rubbing against his prostate agonizingly slowly. Kakyoin slid his tongue across Jotaro’s fingers, the muscles of his throat tightening around them as he tried to swallow the saliva that began to pool.

As he pulled back out, he ran the vibrator down to the base of Kakyoin’s cock again in a torturous rhythm. Kakyoin’s lids fell heavy, his abdominal muscles tensing and releasing as Jotaro dug the vibrator in harder. Kakyoin tried to throw his head back but was held in place by Jotaro’s grip on him. A breathy whine escaped his throat, just quiet enough that Jotaro would allow.

Jotaro pumped steadily, his cock easily sliding in and out of Kakyoin’s hole. He restrained himself; something not easily accomplished for him when he was around Kakyoin like this. But this was too enticing, seeing him like this, writhing next to him and pulsing around his cock with each stroke he made with the vibrator. He wished he could hear Kakyoin’s heavenly sounds, each whine and groan better than the last. For now, though, he would have to be satisfied feeling Kakyoin’s noises muffled against his fingers.

The vibrator slowly creeped back towards Kakyoin’s tip, his eyes locked on the purple behind Jotaro’s fingers. His cock flexed, desperately wanting the vibrations to rub his tip. His cock felt harder than it had ever been before, the attention paid to it severely overdue and quickly growing to be indispensable.

“Do you like this?” Jotaro purred, snapping Kakyoin out of his intense focus on his cock. He nodded quickly into the pillow, a short groan confirming that he did, indeed, love this. Jotaro grinned. He knew he would, yet was always tickled by how transparent Kakyoin allowed himself to be around him.

Kakyoin’s eyes clenched shut when the vibrator finally, at last, grazed his most sensitive spot under his head where it met his shaft. He bit down on Jotaro’s fingers, a plaintive cry slipping through his slacked jaw as his hips jerked forward. His abdominal muscles pulsed in tune with his cock, the stimulation too much by itself, even more-so compounded with Jotaro’s rubbing against his prostate.

“Ah—Ah’m gomma,” he whimpered, Jotaro holding the vibrator in place even as Kakyoin unintentionally bucked with the friction. His balls ached, desperate for release. His hands gripped the sheets around him, nails digging into the fabric.

Then, there was nothing.

Again.

Kakyoin darted his eyes to his groin, where Jotaro had pulled the vibrator away from his swollen cock and switched it off with a press of a button. His cock stilled, too, buried deep inside Kakyoin.

Jotaro had never heard Kakyoin make the noise he made next. A mix of frustration, defeat, and desire, muffled by his need to be quiet, graced Jotaro’s ears who decided that the sound was irresistible. Kakyoin pounded a fist against the mattress with a thud. Jotaro smirked devilishly into Kakyoin’s hair; he hadn’t expected this to be so much fun.

Kakyoin’s hand clutched Jotaro’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a long line of dribble. He snapped his head backwards, his torso contorting to meet his furious gaze with Jotaro’s wicked one.

“What the fuck?” Kakyoin’s voice would have sounded intimidating if not for the crack of desperation in the middle of it.

“Don’t like that?” Jotaro beamed, his expression obviously provoking Kakyoin while maintaining his signature coolness.

Kakyoin huffed, releasing Jotaro’s wrist to grip at his cock, pushing Jotaro’s hand away.

“Fine,” he turned back insolently, stroking himself despite Jotaro’s hovering hand.

“Is that what you really want?” Jotaro murmured into his ear, pushing his cock in deeper, flush with Kakyoin. Kakyoin tried to hide the hitch in his breath but failed miserably.

Kakyoin said nothing, yet still eyed the vibrator that peeked from under Jotaro’s fingers. Jotaro allowed the silence to linger for a moment before bringing it closer to Kakyoin’s face, his startled gaze not going unnoticed.

“Are you sure?” Jotaro responded to Kakyoin’s silent answer of pumping his cock.

Kakyoin turned to deliver an even dirtier glare. He drove his hips forward, letting Jotaro’s cock slide out before bumping against his lower back. One of Hierophant’s tendrils whipped from nowhere, reaching towards the purple bullet with startling speed.

Jotaro, however, tossed it backwards behind him, a soft beat against the mattress resounding as it landed. When Hierophant sought after it, he was yanked by a strong opposing hand as it gripped around him. Kakyoin felt that in his arm, a strange sensation that let him know Star Platinum was not messing around.

Kakyoin released his grip around his cock.

Only to crack against Jotaro’s face in an impulsive slap, the sound resonating in the sudden silence that wriggled its way between them.

Jotaro’s face turned with the impact, his eyes snapping shut. The devilish tinge to his features melted away, replaced with a grimace.

Kakyoin’s hand lingered over Jotaro’s face, his eyes wide, the realization of what he’d done settling just as the sound of it ceased. He held his breath in his chest, stilled.

Star Platinum’s hold on his knee weakened before he phased away, the other on Hierophant following suit. Kakyoin’s knee lowered to the bed, crossing over his thigh.

“Jotaro,” was all he could say, hand returning to his side, the gaze they shared painfully devoid of any emotional input from Jotaro.

“Ah!”

Jotaro returned the favor, his hand clapping against Kakyoin’s cheekbone. Kakyoin noted, though, that his slap was much gentler than his. He didn’t protest, thinking to himself that he deserved that.

He did not, however, think he deserved Jotaro’s hand around his neck. Jotaro pressed firmly and turned Kakyoin’s head towards his own, prompting Kakyoin to spin the rest of his body towards him.

“I’m sorry,” Kakyoin choked, his gaze meeting Jotaro’s as cold as it was. “I didn’t—”

“Are you mad at me?” Jotaro pried, his inquisitive tone surprising Kakyoin.

“I was,” he stuttered in response. His eyes searched Jotaro’s face, interestingly decorated with a look he didn’t expect to find.

 Lust.

“Why? Want to cum that bad?” Jotaro teased, his free hand groping Kakyoin’s hip. Kakyoin’s eyes widened, Jotaro squeezing his neck briefly to elicit a nervous swallow.

“Y-yes…” he croaked, his cock bumping against his navel with the pain against his windpipe. Jotaro’s eyes were so beautiful, he couldn’t help but think.

“Alright,” Jotaro loosened his grip on Kakyoin’s neck, his thumb delicately tracing his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in a retaliatory swallow. “How?”

Kakyoin’s eyes flashed to Jotaro’s cock, the head pressing into the sheets. Hierophant dissipated into the air, his services no longer needed. He hesitated as a familiar shyness clawed at him.

“Just show me,” Jotaro murmured, sensing his reluctance. “Gotta be quiet anyway.”

That was all he needed. Kakyoin rose onto his elbow, his other hand rising to Jotaro’s shoulder. He pushed, Jotaro obliging the hint and coming to rest on his back. Curiously, Kakyoin swung his leg over Jotaro’s hips, resting his ass on the top of Jotaro’s thighs. He wasn’t used to looking down at Jotaro, who returned his nervous gaze with amusement. Jotaro cupped the crests of Kakyoin’s hips, thumbs rubbing the protuberance of bone, as Kakyoin moved to balance on his knees.

Kakyoin was nearly shaking when he reached down to grasp Jotaro’s cock and pressed it against his asshole. His eyes remained trained on Jotaro’s face, though Jotaro focused on Kakyoin’s cock.

Kakyoin realized he hadn’t seen Jotaro’s face as he entered him before. It was a delightful sight, he decided, the normally painfully stoic hardness of his features softened by a bite of his lip and a rise of his brows. As he sank farther onto his cock, he felt Jotaro’s chest rise and fall in languid pleasure under his palms, pressing onto it for stability. When Jotaro opened his eyes, he met Kakyoin’s enamored look, maintaining it as he stuffed his cock into him even deeper.

Jotaro wasn’t particularly a fan of being under Kakyoin, but he couldn’t deny the captivating sight before him. He let Kakyoin set the pace of their fucking, slow but thorough, Jotaro nearly slipping out before he sank back down to bounce Jotaro’s balls against him. Kakyoin’s hardness bobbed with each thrust he made.

Jotaro soon matched Kakyoin’s movements with his hips, driving his cock deeper. Kakyoin sucked in a sharp breath, letting Jotaro linger for a moment before lifting himself up once more. His pace quickened, then, Jotaro’s hips beginning to take over their speed. Soon, Kakyoin was merely holding himself above Jotaro while he fucked him fiercely, his legs driving his hips forward roughly. Kakyoin let out quiet, spattered groans, his cock aching with each bob.

“Jotaro,” he whispered, gaining his attention from the hypnotic bouncing of Kakyoin’s cock. “The… er…”

Jotaro grinned, slowing his pace to reach to his left, retrieving the vibrator that was balled up in the sheets. “This?”

Kakyoin nodded, the pressure building in his gut almost too much even now. Every languid stroke of Jotaro’s cock against his prostate drove him further towards a point of no return.

Jotaro twirled it between his fingers, heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at Kakyoin’s desperate expression.

“Do you promise?” Kakyoin uttered, already feeling his cock twitch at the thought of release. “Please don’t…”

“I won’t”, Jotaro switched the vibrator on with a click. “I promise.”

He pressed the vibrator into the base of Kakyoin’s throbbing cock, quickening his pace of fucking along with it. Kakyoin’s fingers dug into Jotaro’s chest, his hair bouncing against his face with each rough thrust into his ass. Jotaro knew better than to tease any further. Kakyoin had been good—well, for the most part. He deserved what he wanted desperately enough to slap Jotaro over.

Jotaro ran the vibrator along the length of his cock, not hesitating before pressing firmly into the spongy tip. Kakyoin hissed at that, obviously holding back a welp, his breath heaving with each rub against his prostate. Jotaro circled his head with the vibrator, pressing it with barely-there pressure that drove Kakyoin mad. His cock trembled and his hole clenched, drawing out a groan from Jotaro.

When Jotaro applied moderate pressure to his frenulum, Kakyoin didn’t have time to send a warning before his release sent ropes of cum across Jotaro’s chest. It was the most intense orgasm Kakyoin had ever felt. He felt utterly out of control, mind blank, unable to feel anything but the overwhelming feeling of his balls finally emptying after nearly two hours on the brink. He shuddered but didn’t notice; he didn’t notice anything except for the heightened pleasure that consumed him.

Jotaro grinded into his pulsing hole that tantalized his own orgasm shortly after. Kakyoin’s thighs quivered as he rode out his orgasm, cum pooling in the dent of Jotaro’s navel as the last drops were squeezed out from the pressure on his prostate.

The pair mixed one more moan into the air before it was quiet, Jotaro switching the vibrator off and dropping it onto the bed unceremoniously.

Kakyoin arched his back to rest his forearms on Jotaro’s chest. Jotaro wrapped an arm around his waist, the weight grounding Kakyoin’s cloudy post-orgasm haziness back down to this world. He wanted to say something but couldn’t think clearly enough to decide on what. They stayed like this for a few minutes, feeling each other’s breathing as they came down together.

“Kakyoin,” Jotaro finally broke the silence, his gravely voice strained by his own exhaustion.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ever fucking slap me again.”

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[kat-is-a-rat]

The Pain Isn't That Bad, Chapter 1

The burning, jolting flashes of pain shot up his legs, his knees threatening to buckle underneath him. Exploring new cities when their group got to them was always a wonderful cultural experience that used to, and still does, take Kakyoin's breath away, but as of late his legs and feet have began to make him have to either sit out or endure very minute yet taxing pain.

“Kakyoin, we can stop to rest if your pain is too intense to continue.” Joseph would always fret about the three natural born Stand users in the party, Kakyoin receiving a majority of this worry due to his younger age.

“I'm fine, Mr. Joestar. Your concern is appreciated, but I can keep going.” He had always tried to shoo away the incessant pain as if it were nothing but a small fly, playing it off as an inconvenient obstacle instead of the slow, parasitic disease that it really was.

Natural born Stand users, or those born with their stand ability, would be born with a parasitic stand. This means that over time scars or a noticeable physical attribute of the stand will become noticeable on the user's body, most commonly found on the torso. The rate at which the stand takes over the host varies from user to user and vastly depends on the daily usage of the stand’s abilities. This was why Kakyoin hadn't noticed this pain until now, as he had never needed Hierophant in life or death situations before he had met DIO or the Joestars.

“If you say so.. Avdol, Polnareff, do either of you need to stop?”

“Oui! Thank you, Mr. Joestar. My chest is killing me!” Polnareff exclaimed his happiness with a slight wheeze, sitting down to extract an inhaler from his bag. Avdol muttered a small thank you to Joseph before sitting next to Polnareff, both of his hands rubbing at his back. Polnareff and Avdol’s scars were different from Kakyoin. Both of them fell into the ‘most likely to have torso scars’ category, Polnareff’s sword-like cuts on his chest and Avdol’s burn-like scars on his back. These two confused Kakyoin very deeply. How could they show their weaknesses in public for the enemy to see? Were they not ashamed of their stand-inflicted scars?

With his thoughts distracting him, the cherry-haired student managed to take several steps before his legs gave out. Sure that he would hit the ground, Kakyoin screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact. Instead, he felt a strong pair of arms catch him and pull him up slowly.

“You need to be more careful, Kakyoin.”

“J..Jojo.. Thank you for catching me..” Jotaro merely grunted as a response and kept his friend upright. Kakyoin began to get frustrated, huffing and trying wrench his body from his best friend's grip. “Jotaro, please let me go. I can stand on my own!”

“Give me a fucking break. Your legs just gave out on you and you think you can stand on your own? Kakyoin, I thought you were smarter than that. Come on, we’re headed back to the hotel. You’re in no shape to continue.” Jotaro looked almost disappointed in his best friend as he pulled him closer. Kakyoin’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he resigned himself to Jotaro’s grip.

When they got back to the hotel, both of the students made their way up to their room. Joseph may be rich, but he's still going to save some money by getting them to share a room. Plus, they decided to share rooms for safety against enemy stand users. Jotaro used Star Platinum to open the door, carrying Kakyoin inside and over to his bed. After Star Platinum closed the door after them, Kakyoin was gently set on the end of his own bed. “How do you feel now? Can you move your legs?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, Jotaro.” He did his best to fend off the still rising embarrassment he had first felt on the street, hopefully keeping his voice level. Judging by the other man’s expression, Jotaro was none the wiser to his rising frustration. Kakyoin bent over to remove his shoes, wincing as small sparks of pain shot up from his toes to his ankles. The pain became searing as he slowly worked off his left shoe, tears welling up in his eyes. Once it was off, although he didn't notice he was holding his breath, he let out a pained sigh. Blinded by his pain, he hadn't notice Jotaro walk over and bend down until their eyes met. His cold, purple eyes locked with Jotaro’s cool, ocean blue ones when he heard the other’s deep voice ring out softly.

“Let me help you with your other shoe, Kakyoin.”

“I..Uh..” Kakyoin was at a loss for words as Jotaro didn’t hesitate in gently removing his left shoe. It was over as soon as it began, Kakyoin having felt nothing.

In a rare occurrence, his anger rose and colored his cheeks red. “H..How did you do that so easily?! Jotaro, tell me how that didn't hurt me just now!” His voice didn't faze Jotaro, who gently put the socked foot he held onto the ground.

“Calm down. Kakyoin, it isn't like you to lose your temper like this. Why are you so upset about me removing your shoe?” The black-haired teen once more locked eyes with the one sitting on the bed. Kakyoin’s body went tense and he went from furious to embarrassed, looking away.

“I..I'm sorry, Jojo. Recently, I've just had some issues weighing on mind. That's all, nothing more. Okay?”

“Alright.” Jotaro stood and produced a lighter and cigarette from the pocket of his school jacket. “I'll be out on the balcony having a smoke. Just yell if you need anything.”

“I will, Jotaro.” Kakyoin sighed as the other walked out and closed the balcony door behind him. He was now alone with his thoughts, thoughts that were being plagued by how close Jotaro had been to him earlier. Thoughts that were not of how much his legs ached, but instead of how much Jotaro seemed to be concerned for his friend's well-being. He let his thoughts of Jotaro’s concern consume him and tint his cheeks with a soft blush as he lay back onto his bed, dozing off peacefully.

[ask-jp-polnareff]

Prompt (if it's okay): Jotaro is getting married to his canon wife. They've asked Kakyoin, Avdol, and Polnareff to be the Best Men. The future Mrs. Kujo tries to make a good first impression on her fiancé's friends.

((Thanks do much for this prompt!!! I actually haven't seen past half of part 4, so I haven't met Jotaro's canon wife. But still, I had a ton of fun writing this!))

At noon exactly, Kakyoin entered the cafe, scanning the room for his friends. Jotaro had called the week before and asked Kakyoin to meet him and his girlfriend for lunch.  Avdol and Polnareff were supposed to be here as well, but judging by the lack of tall, silver hair in the room Kakyoin guessed that they were probably running late. His eyes searched until he found Jotaro sitting with whom Kakyoin could only assume was his girlfriend. Despite the two having been together for a few years, Kakyoin had never met her… or gotten her name, for that matter.

As Kakyoin approached the table, Jotaro noticed him and whispered something to the woman by his side before rising to hug his friend. The woman looked up at Kakyoin and he smiled at her, “Hi,” he said, extending his hand for a shake, “I’m Noriaki Kakyoin, you must be Jotaro’s girlfriend! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

She rose and accepted his hand, “Actually,” she said, smiling widely, “I’m Jotaro’s-” she was interrupted by an “ahem” from Jotaro and a soft nudge of his elbow. She looked up at him, “Oh… Right. Not yet, huh?” Jotaro chuckled and whispered something into her ear before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Kakyoin smiled. He’d had a few guesses as to why this lunch meeting had been called, but the slip-up just now had confirmed his biggest suspicion.

“Anyway,” she continued, “It’s really nice to finally meet you. I’m-.” But the woman was interrupted once again. This time by a loud “Bonjour!” behind Kakyoin. The three turned to look at the voice and saw a familiar Frenchman, hand-in-hand with an equally familiar Egyptian. Polnareff’s face looked tanner than Kakyoin or Jotaro remembered, probably an effect of the trip to Fiji the newlyweds took following their wedding last month.

Jotaro came from around the table to greet his friends, and his partner followed him. After greeting Kakyoin and Jotaro, Polnareff turned to the woman and grinned widely, “Ah! We meet at last!” The woman extended her hand and Polnareff accepted it, pressing his lips to it gently. She then extended it to Avdol, who shook her hand politely. “Yes, it’s great to meet you. I’m Mohammed Avdol-Polnareff and this is my husband,” He gestured to the man next to him, whose smile grew at the word ‘husband’, “Jean Pierre Avdol-Polnareff. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman Jotaro has been telling us all about.”

“All good things, I hope.” she joked as the group of five took their seats around the table. The group laughed and she smiled, pleased that she had already made Jotaro’s friends laugh so early on.

They chatted for a moment, pausing conversation to allow a waiter to take their orders, and once more when they returned with drinks for the group.

“So,” Kakyoin started after taking a sip of his tea, “Is there any reason you called us all here, Jotaro?” He was pretty certain he already knew the answer, but his curiosity was getting the better of him so he decided to ask anyway.

Jotaro and his girlfriend shared a knowing glance before looking back up at the three sets of eyes staring at them, “Actually,” Jotaro started, “There is.”

Hardly able to contain her excitement, Jotaro’s partner brought her left hand from her lap quickly, showcasing a shining gold band that held a setting of small sparkling diamonds surrounding a large, especially bright one. “We’re getting married!” she squealed happily.

Jotaro smiled proudly next to her. Kakyoin and Avdol both congratulated them, but Polnareff turned to his partner and punched him lightly on the shoulder, “I called it!” He said triumphantly, “Pay up, sweet cheeks.”

Avdol looked to his husband and sighed, “Right now?”

Polnareff nodded, “I want everyone here to see this momentous occasion in which I, Jean Pierre Avdol-Polnareff, was right and you were wrong!’

Avdol rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet, “I hardly see how this is necessary, considering our finances are combined.” He handed Polnareff a crisp $5 bill, before placing his wallet back into his pocket.

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Polnareff said as he snatched up the bills from his husband’s hand and stuffed them haphazardly into his pocket. “Also, I never normally have cash on me, and now that I do, I can try my hand that crane machine in the mall again!”

Avdol sighed, “So that’s what this is about?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jean, you know those things are a waste of money. I keep telling you, the probability of you actually winning something is-”

“Probability my ass, Mohammed. I almost had that llama last time. You were there!”

“Jean that’s exactly…”  Avdol stopped and sighed, realizing he was not making any progress in this discussion with his husband. Trying to steer the conversation from this asinine topic, he looked over to his friend. “So, Jotaro, did you have anything else to say?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jotaro said, looking down at his fiancee before looking across the table at his three friends. “We wanted all of you to be in the wedding.”

“Like groomsmen?” Polnareff asked, beaming.

Jotaro rolled his eyes and smiled at his excited friend, “No, Polnareff. We wanted you to be the flower girl…” He remarked sarcastically, causing the table of friends to laugh, “But yes. Groomsmen.”

The group chatted excitedly about the wedding as they ate their lunch, discussing the people who would be in attendance, the wedding’s theme colors, possible dates and locations amongst other things. Toward the end of the meal, Kakyoin noticed Polnareff’s face light up with excitement.

“What’s got you so excited, Pol?” Kakyoin asked, wanting to know what the look on his friend’s face was for.

“Well…” Polnareff said cautiously, “I was just thinking… Usually before people get married there’s a bachelor party and I thought-”

“Let me stop you right there, Polnareff.” Jotaro said, “I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

Polnareff crossed his arms over his chest, “Well, why not?”

Avdol placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder, “Well… Jean, you do sometimes tend to go a little overboard with things like that.”

Polnareff’s scowl deepened, “So, what, who would plan it then? You? Kakyoin? What are we gonna sit and do math or… or eat cherries to celebrate Jotaro’s big day?”

Jotaro’s fiancee spoke up, “I think having Polnareff plan the bachelor party sounds like a great idea. I bet he would have some fun things in store for you all to do, don’t you think, Jotaro?”

Polnareff smiled at the woman, “I like her, Jotaro. You really know how to pick ‘em!”

Jotaro laughed and looked down at his fiancee, “Maybe so. But you don’t know Polnareff like we know Polnareff. Sometimes he’s a bit… much.”

Polnareff stuck his tongue out at his friend, “It’s not like l’m gonna hire strippers or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That might have been my main concern…” Jotaro responded guiltily. He sighed, “Tell you what, Polnareff, you can plan the bachelor party…” Polnareff’s face lit up, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Jotaro lifted a finger, silencing him, “If you have Avdol help you.”

Polnareff smiled and rolled his eyes, “I guess.” He joked, sounding as though he were annoyed at having to plan a party with his husband.

Once that was settled, the group fell back into comfortable chatter, joking and telling Jotaro’s soon-to-be wife stories of the group’s past adventures and hi-jinks. After they finished their meals, and the tab was settled, Jotaro’s partner reached into her bag and extracted three, small boxes passing one to each of the men.

Inside each was a pair of golden cufflinks, shaped like stars.

“For the wedding.” she said with a smile, “Just a small thank you, from Jotaro and I for agreeing to be a part of our special day.”

“Her idea,” Jotaro added with a smile, “She’s really thoughtful when it comes to things like that.”

The men expressed gratitude at the gifts as the group of five began gathering their things to exit the cafe. Once outside, they all shared hugs and promises of lunch meetings to come. Avdol, Polnareff and Kakyoin all thanked the future Mrs. Kujo again for the thoughtful accessories as they said their farewells, and she blushed with happiness from the appreciation of her gift and a successful first meeting with her fiance’s friends.

[wri0thesley]

For the matchup, I'm a girl that's about 5'7 and I've got shoulder-length reddish-brown hair and light brown eyes. I'm kind of on the lanky side, I guess? For fun I like to read, sing, bake, or draw, and sometimes I knit! As for personality, I'm an ENFJ, and I'm known as the "grandma" of my friend group. I also tend to be aggressive and impulsive, but i mean well! I also try to be really nice, because being rude to people makes me feel bad. I hope that's enough to make a match up!!

I would match you with Avdol! He’s pretty far away from being aggressive or impulsive; Avdol is all carefully meted concern, and he’s able to draw you back when he senses that you’re about to make some kind of mistake. He doesn’t mind your quiet hobbies; it’s nice, hearing the click of your needles or the shuffle of your pages whilst he’s working. He appreciates quiet domesticity, and you have that in spades; he absolutely won’t judge you for being something of a ‘grandma’!

He also deeply appreciates that you’re, at heart, a kind person. He’s very good at reading people; he sees your kindness and when it’s put into practise in front of him, he’s delighted. He does not like being rude to people for the sake of rudeness - if, though, they’re rude to you, he’ll do his best to make sure they face the justice they deserve. 

[inquisitorsnappy]

3 for ira, 6, 12 for sara

putting this under the cut bc it got long-

IRA KINJAL TIWARI

3.a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor 

Written by Mohammad Avdol during the events of Stardust Crusaders:

“If I’m entirely honest, when Mr Joestar told me about how Tiwari was she first joined us, I was worried. She sounded very skittish and prone to panicking easily. Whilst there’s nothing wrong with that, it seemed as though it was severe enough that I though it might start causing problems for us. It didn’t though; she seemed to have relaxed and settled into the group by the time I rejoined them and her reaction to me was not one of anxiety. Since then, I’ve noticed she seems to have bonded with Zeppeli and Polnareff. I’m still concerned in some ways but nevertheless, it’s good to see that Tiwari is learning to open up to people since, from what I can tell, DIO’s control over her really took its toll on her mental state and her ability to expect kindness from people. I hope she makes it through this. It’d be a shame for these steps she’s made so far to all be for nothing.”

SARA SHERRY POLNAREFF

6. someone describing a time your OC helped them

A conversation between Shizuka Joestar and Joseph Joestar:

“Shizuka?” the old man said, looking at his phone. The young girl made an inquisitive sounding hum in response. “Do you know why I’ve got a missed call from the police station?”“…Sara mighta done something.”A sigh. “I had guessed that much. What did she do, though?”“Ummm…” Shizuka hesitated. It wasn’t like Joseph would be mad at her. He was probably too lenient with both of them but she didn’t want to snitch on Sara.“I won’t be angry.”“Shepunchedthiskidfromschoolthatwaspickingonme!” Every word she said came out in such a rush that they practically jumbled together.Joseph looked at her, looking slightly baffled. “How old was this kid?”“16,” she said. “You can’t exactly criticise her! You shot up a cafe with a tommy gun when you were her age!”“I really wish I hadn’t told you two about that,” he said. Fair enough. Both girls had a habit of throwing that one at him whenever he tried telling them off for anything. “But fine. If she saved you from a bully, I won’t get on her case about it.”“Okay…good.” Shizuka let out a sigh of relief. “The guy promised not to bug me again too so, if anything, she should be getting gratitude.”Joseph raised an eyebrow. “And how did Sara get him to promise that?””…She threatened him.”“You really have the worst role models…” he sighed again.“What, you mean you?”“No! I mean…nevermind…”

12. your OC overheard while drunk

A conversation between Sara and Hermes Costello that Emporio Alniñooverhead:

It was late and the prison guards were making their rounds. Emporio had learned their routes though. He knew if he stayed out of sight, he could sneak to the cells of his friends when he was feeling lonely in his room. The young boy was just around the corner from Sara and Hermes’ shared cell when he overheard talking.“I just…wanna protect her, y’know?” Judging from the accent, that was Sara talking. Judging from the slight slur in her voice, she was drunk. Where did they even get the alcohol? This is a prison! Emporio sat down, and listened.“I’m sure Jolyne knows that, Sara,” Hermes replied. “But you have had waaaay too much alcohol. You need to sleep.”“I know, I know…” She sounded defeated as she spoke. “Do you think she’ll always be mad at me from not telling her?”“About stands?”“Yeah…”There was a pause. “I dunno. You know her a lot better than I do.”Sara scoffed. “You’re so helpful.”“Go to sleep, Polnareff.” Emporio could hear the irritation in Hermes’ voice.“I told you to call me Saraaaa,” she whined.“Okay, fine, Sara.” Another pause. “Look, from what I can tell, you and Jolyne are really fucking close so I doubt this’ll change much in the long run.”“Good…” Her voice had gone to a quiet mumble. “I just love her and wanna make sure she’s okay…”Hermes sighed. “I’m never smuggling alcohol into this cell again. You cannot hold your liquor.”“S’why I’m in here…”

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