#noriaki kakyoin x y/n

[jolyfics]

Hello! I really like your posts ❤️ please can you do something like a date or first-kiss-situation with Noriaki? Or your HC for him (maybe even for 3+ , if he had survived, parts). It will be wonderful!

𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: you and kakyoins first kiss

notes: i’m so sorry this took so long!! i hope you enjoy it ml <3

it was a dark night, cold per usual, you hated how Egypt’s weather fluctuated due to the time of day. you lay awake staring at the fire, it seemed to be the only thing causing you comfort on a night like this. it was your turn to keep watch while the rest of the crusaders slept, a job that everyone had to do if you were sleeping on the road instead of a hotel.

you yawned, tiredness slowly creeping up on you, what you’d do to know what time it was. you just wanted to sleep.

“hey..” a tired voice came from your left. startled, you turned your head, only to be met with kakyoins sleepy eyes.

“good morning, kak” you responded, turning your head back towards the fire. it seemed to keep you awake for the time being.

before long, you heard rustling and then a heavy blanket placed over your head, you turned around to see kakyoin smiling. he too was underneath the blanket.

“you looked cold, i figured i should help out, did it work?” he asked, scooting closer towards you for heat, as well as to make sure the blanket stayed on both of you.

“i am, thank you” you gave him a ‘thank you’ smile before laying your head to rest on his shoulder. you had almost forgot how much muscle kakyoin actually had, giving that he was smaller than the rest of the crusaders.

he rested his head atop of yours. you both lay there for a few moments, basking in the fires cracking flames, as well as eachother. it was nice, comfortable even. you two had been pretty good friends for this trip, being the closest to eachother.

he lifted his head, you did so too, looking up to see why he moved. his head was pointed at the sand, like he was contemplating something. before you could ask whats wrong, he lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek; then, he placed his lips ontop of yours. you could feel your cheeks heating up every second, though, you didn’t want him to stop

he parted away from you, he seemed shocked at what he did, “(name).. i’m so sorry i-“ you cut him off, “it’s okay, i liked it”

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The hotel room smells like salt and seafoam. Not the sharp, fresh scent of the ocean, but the lingering kind—like wet fabric, or something forgotten in the sun too long. Jotaro stands by the window with his arms crossed, back rigid. He’s not looking at you, but that’s never meant much. He never really has to.

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching the way his reflection warps in the glass. Outside, waves kiss the shore in a rhythm you’re starting to recognize. A kind of hush, a kind of lullaby. He hasn’t said a word since you both checked in.

“Are you going to say something?” you ask, voice a little thinner than intended.

He shifts. Barely. But it’s enough to make you think maybe. Maybe this time, he’ll tell you what the silence means. What the look in his eyes meant earlier, when he pulled you out of harm’s way like he’d done it a thousand times in his sleep.

But he doesn’t speak. He just sighs. Deep, slow. Like he’s carrying something he can’t put down.

You lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t need a confession,” you say softly, mostly to the cracks in the plaster above you. “I just need to know if I matter. Even a little.”

There’s a long pause. Long enough for you to regret asking. Long enough to wish you could shrink the words back down into your chest and hide them under your ribs, in your heart, where they’ve always belonged.

Then, the bed shifts.

He sits beside you, carefully, as though he’s afraid the moment might break. Still, he doesn't speak, only exhales. You sit up again, eyes landing on his side profile.

You’ve long stopped expecting words from him; Jotaro has always loved like a storm trapped in glass, all pressure and no release. But in the way his shoulder brushes yours, in the way his coat falls open like he’s offering something unnamed, you understand. This is as close as he gets to softness. A silence that, in anyone else’s hands, would be empty—but in his, it's a confession.

But... perhaps, Jotaro has grown tired of going in circles with you. Perhaps, he's afraid that you may not understand what his silence entails. Perhaps, he worries that you can't see through his expression. You'll never know why, but against all odds, his lips part.

“You do,” he says finally, voice low. “You always have.”

It’s not romantic.

It’s not flowery.

It’s Jotaro.

His hand finds yours. Big and calloused, but hesitant. Like he’s learning how to touch without breaking something.

You squeeze it once. No words. You’ve never needed many with him.

Outside, the tide pulls in again, slow and patient.

[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Noriaki Kakyoin

↳ Fem!Reader with she/her pronouns. Reader is written as being on the shy, gentle side. Reader’s backstory, stand, and reason for joining the crusaders is left up in the air.

A/n: This was so self-indulgent. I hope it shows how much I’ve thought about this. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing. Mentions of canon-typical violence.

Before being on the receiving end of a mind-altering flesh bud, Kakyoin would’ve raised an eyebrow at the prospect of falling for someone within the span of 50 days.

Experiencing romantic love? Him? Maybe in another lifetime.

Hell… simply making friends within that same span of time seemed absurd. Not because he deemed himself incapable of making connections, but due a lack of desire. No need to grow close with people he assumed wouldn’t ever fully understand him.

It’s a difficult concept to wrap his head around, without a doubt. Seventeen years of numbing isolation will do that to an individual.

That’s not to say he hasn’t daydreamed here and there.

Kakyoin’s certainly let his mind wander down a road paved with hopefulness. Looking to his parents and wondering what it’d be like to form such a strong connection. His thoughts growing indulgent and jumping on a particular train. Leading eventually to… whatever plane of existence lovers live on.

Okay, so Kakyoin didn’t even know how fully contextualize romance within his own mind.

It’s a difficult thing to grasp when you merely see it from a secondhand perspective… usually from one’s own parents, of all things.

At least his mother and father offered a positive idea of how relationships should function. Mutually supportive; partners through and through. It’s what he’s come to expect and wouldn’t dream of settling for less.

Experiencing the actual feeling involved? Not at all. He’s always been known as a ‘pretty’ guy, but that doesn’t mean much when he’s remained wholly uninterested.

At the very least, he harbored a general idea of what he wanted.

Beyond hoping for a mutually supportive dynamic, he’s confident over his preferred type. His likes and dislikes, whether it be shallow or far more personal.

Regardless of his own preconceived notions in regards to his own future, he does end up forming meaningful connections. While not under the most unconventional circumstances, he does form a tight nit group of friends.

And even more than that, he meets you:

Tower of Grey was the priority at hand… the first of DIO’s followers encountered after leaving Japan. The safety of sleeping passengers filling the seats being far more important than anything else in that very moment.

But just as Kakyoin laid stomach-first on the floor of the plane’s narrow walkway… blood trickling down his forehead and his expression stern… the bug-like stand boasted on. Believing in an assured victory, as if it had already won.

The gears in Kakyoin’s mind chug intently, his stand’s tendrils moving unseen beneath the seats. His eyes widening when he feels something in particular.

A stranger… who makes themselves known a second later. An observer watching silently from across the isles, jumping to action.

There was no time to wonder if you understood what was going on- no time to even warn -before you lunge forward. A stand fazing into sight behind you. Geared up and ready, almost taunting the bug with the shock of its own existence.

Your heart pounded against your chest when the bug directed its attention to you, the distraction proving to have worked.

Just being there was more than enough to catch the egotistical personality off guard for a moment, letting out a profanity. Merely a second or two of hesitation, but enough to offer Kakyoin a quick opening for a finishing blow. Finally getting the drop on the particularly fast-moving stand.

With the stand user fallen limp, his tongue split down the middle and eyes rolled back, Kakyoin turns his head to finally get a good look at you. His lips kept together, but his eyebrows raised.

Your own eyes have grown wide, fully turning towards the group of imposing men.

Just from quietly examining your raised eyebrows and agape mouth, you’re visibly just as startled as they all are. As far as they can tell, you’d merely witnessed the fight going down as an initial bystander. Assessing it quickly and not hesitating a moment further once you saw the shortest of them get hurt. To their credit, it was pretty much what had happened from your perspective.

The men size you up blankly, and without much to immediately say.

To tussle with a stand user so early into the trip, high above a body of water within a plane, is a heart-pounding situation. With hindsight, though, it’s to be expected. Taking such a public and compromising mode of transportation was mistake with absurdly dangerous consequences.

But to discover another… who’s seemingly detached from either side of the DIO conflict- now that is cause for surprise.

Your eyes gloss over the men. Flickering between each of them, until landing on the redhead you’d just assisted. Blood is still drying on his forehead. But his expression has shifted to a more thoughtful one… violet eyes looking at you in a way that makes you feel small.

Merely a moment passes before the oldest of the group takes initiative. Stepping forward, he lets out a huff of hesitation before saying, “Thank you… erm-…?”

“Y/n… L/n…” you responded, shifting your attention to him and taking a step back. You’re on gentle guard; hesitant. A contrast to your determined initiative moments ago.

Surely you’d seen a good chunk of what the group was capable of? That would be cause for cautiousness. None of them knew just how much you had seen before stepping in…

“Joestar, dear. Joseph Joestar,” Joseph smiles gently, a gleam present in his eyes. Hoping to defuse anxious thoughts creeping into your skull, if only a little. But your expression stays the same.

“I think… we could offer each other an explanation,” he suggests in a trying manner. His head tilts to the side, appreciative of the fire proved to be present behind eyes so apparently soft and hesitant on the regular.

Stand or not, the situation is overwhelming. Examining Joseph’s demeanor, and his two gloved hands held up in peace… you eventually nod in agreement. Answers… yes, you’d certainly like to know whatever the hell that was.

The old man opens his mouth again, preparing to make an attempt at a short explanation, only to be cut off by a stomach-dropping tilt of the plane.

You had your own reasons for being on the plane that day… the specifics of which were totally lost on Kakyoin and the others for a good while.

Discussions with Joseph after safely making it out of the plane wreck, Hong Kong’s hustle and bustle in the background, lead you to realizing you and the group held a common goal with the pursuit of DIO. Whether or not you’d even heard the name before the old man spoke it. In regards to your own pursuits, going after DIO was the answer.

That revelation prompted you into asking if you may accompany the group on their way to Egypt. A suggestion only disapproved by Jotaro.

And from the moment he saw you that day aboard the plane, you’d already earned respect from Kakyoin.

He holds himself to a high standard… something he holds others around him to as well. Sure, he’s a naturally polite individual, but he’s not exactly shy calling it how he sees it.

He harbors too much self-respect to think of settling for people he can’t trust or who hold no dignity.

The specific circumstances in which you joined the crusaders… helping a group of strangers with powers like your own in order to ensure the safety of both them and the passengers…

Safe to say he had no hangups about you accompanying them, to say the least.

Being a generally soft-spoken, pretty girl definitely helps too. Not that he’s inclined mention it out loud. He’s not that socially maladjusted. Mostly. He’d like to believe.

He is thinking it, though.

You were just so quiet that first day in Hong Kong. Every time he pointed something out to you and Jotaro, you nodded along gently with a soft smile. Even asking for elaboration once or twice.

It’s a lot better than the huffs and puffs coming from Jotaro.

Kakyoin eventually starts dropping facts from his bag of random trivia on you specifically. Immediately, you’re responsive to his informative brand of talking at you. Likely hoping to get past any initial awkwardness you feel throwing off the established dynamic.

All while you go along agreeably with the group’s decisions beyond his casual information dumping.

From deciding to tackle the journey any way other than by plane, to Mr. Joestar’s order of food in the restaurant the group ate at… you politely nodded along.

Your facial expressions are enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. Kakyoin can’t help but find it nice. Putting the pieces together inside his head on where you stand. Knowing when it’s best to let others take the helm in decisions you’re unfamiliar with.

So you’re situationally flexible too… that’s good.

As observant of a guy as Kakyoin is… he notices almost instantly that you gravitate towards sticking by him or Avdol. In both calm and stressful situations.

Mr. Joestar… his boisterousness makes you flinch. Even more so is the case with a guy like Polnareff, despite the Frenchman making a point to be gentle with a ‘nice little lady like yourself’.

And Jotaro… well… you’re expression sours, failing to hold back cringe each time the two of you interact. Acutely aware he doesn’t like you at all at the beginning.

Heh… so be it, Kakyoin thought.

If sticking close to him or Avdol is what you prefer, Kakyoin’s not about to complain. You’ve already proven yourself to be adaptable… and only more opportunities will arise from here on out. With each passing stand encounter, he grows more and more convinced you’re a really reliable individual.

Even more so, you begin involving yourself in conversations. Something that opens the door to less small talk and discussions holding more substance.

It’s freeing to feel less in the spotlight, despite it being as natural of a thing as talking. But with someone as unused to it as Kakyoin, the smaller things really get to him early on.

That’s what first floods his chest with warmth, genuinely enjoying a comfortable air developing through casual conversation. Not just that, there’s fondness in the tiniest input from you. Smiling at the others’ antics or laughing lightly when Kakyoin bickers with Polnareff.

Friendship is a necessary foundation to be established for an individual like Kakyoin to grow even remotely romantically interested.

And how long did it take for that to happen? For him to silently consider you a friend? Two weeks at most… it must’ve been. God, Kakyoin feels lightheaded just thinking about what that means to him.

You mean something to him already. How weird is that?

Kakyoin’s not necessarily avoidant of how he feels, merely perplexed. A rather new, but internally exciting position to be in.

His care for you making his heart race faster with each passing stand encounter.

There’s vigor in how he stands up for you if you’re hurt or are unable to fight for yourself. He keeps his temper, not the type to lose it, but his eyes speak to the emotions guiding his proaction.

And to his delight… you react the same whenever the role is reversed.

Now… yes, he knows you like sticking by him. And now that he’s thinking of it again, when was the last time you stick by Avdol too? You certainly don’t stand this close to anyone else. The physical distance having been growing smaller and smaller. You’re damn near hanging off his arm.

Kakyoin’s such an enabler, letting you do so without complaint. Head held up high.

Honestly… it takes weight off his shoulders. He appreciates the ease of recognizing mutual fondness. It furthers the comfortable air between you two.

All while Kakyoin’s kicking his past self for avoiding something that comes naturally to him when gazing into your eyes:

“And here I thought we’d finally be able to sleep in a bed.”

Kakyoin’s voice sounds gently, standing between you and Jotaro. The three students of the group… he often acted as a physical buffer you and the grump. There is reason for you to act cocky, considering Jotaro finally accepted the fact that you are even there just a few days ago.

You know better than to let it get to you, though. Especially since he still remains outwardly apathetic pretty much everything leaving your mouth. But he’ll listen when you speak and acknowledges your existence! Now, we’re talking.

Late into this particular night… none of the seethe radiating off him is directed at you.

The three of you are turned towards the lake before you, standing in a row. Conveniently looking away from both Polnareff and Joseph. Moonlight reflects against the water’s surface pleasantly. The smell of the cigarette Jotaro had smoked still lingering in the air, and invading your nostrils.

As sweet of a sight as the water may be, the scene doesn’t do much to ease any lingering wariness… only making eyelids feel heavier, if anything.

You glance downwards to your left, Polnareff still sulking by himself on the ground a few paces away. You felt a pang of pity looking at him. Just a moment of consideration later and you neglect to speak to him. Practically feeling the gentle annoyance of the two to your right. Not that… you don’t understand the sentiment.

Especially Kakyoin’s sighing mutter in particular.

“If the old man hadn’t screwed up,” Jotaro speaks up, his arms crossed as he responds. “We wouldn’t be out here hiding from the cops.”

Your gaze shifts away from Polnareff to nothing in particular a moment or two, your brows gently furrowed. Without contemplating it first, your head moves. Peering over at Kakyoin beside you.

“Least Mr. Joestar’s not in custody,” you comment lightly.

Just the idea of it is stressful… your heart hurting at the thought. Even more so, your brain stresses just from knowing how much precious time it would waste. Knowing full well by now you don’t even need to point that out to someone like Kakyoin. He just… gets it.

“Hmph…” Jotaro huffs, nearly a grunt.

Kakyoin’s eyes travel to meet yours, disregarding Jotaro’s dismissal of your trying optimism. The ghost of a smile appears on the redhead’s lips.

“Haven’t crossed the border yet,” he reminds you. His tone lacking the exhaustion it holds when pointing something out to the likes of Polnareff or Mr. Joestar. His pleasant smile… it lingers as well.

“Heh-…” you let out a lighthearted sigh and your trying expression fades a little. Not completely deterred by his words, your tone remains on the sweet side as you retort, “Way to spike my worry back up.”

To your relief, your lighthearted response only seems to amuse Kakyoin. The exact reaction you had hoped for.

“Mr. Joestar said he’s handling it… he owes us as much,” Kakyoin replies.

“Hmm… even after today?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “Giving him that much credit now, Kakyoin?”

He hums softly, trying to momentarily suppress his smile while rubbing his chin with his index finger. Moving his hand away when he sarcastically figures, “Well… he managed to grab us a car.”

“Small victories…?” you giggle lightly, raising your eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Small victories,” he nods in agreement, allowing his grin to grow wider.

Kakyoin’s smile… I’ve been seeing it a lot more lately, you note. I really hope it’s-

“Don’t fret, you two,” Joseph speaks up from behind.

He cuts the moment short and your stomach drops, making space for a familiar disappointment to pool inside. Your brows subtly furrow, and you biting your lower lip less you pull a pout. Not spiteful towards Joseph… just wishing the short talk with Kakyoin had time to continue.

You turn, only to see the older man casually gesturing to the aforementioned car he’d gotten his hands on. “I took care of things.”

Kakyoin doesn’t point it out less you sheep away in embarrassment, but the disappointment you think you don’t show… he notices.

Quietly allowing you to sit a bit too close beside him at restaurant tables, for example. That same look on your face when the spotlight shifts anywhere else… it’s totally worth it.

Or when you rest your head on his shoulder while taking a bus or car. Polnareff or Joseph will often prompt conversation that demands and derails attention. Even Kakyoin feels a silent sigh escape his nostrils.

Luckily, even more than explicitly mentioning it out loud, he wouldn’t dream of teasing you over it either. Win’t even throw you a knowing glance. Anything to keep you from hiding that cute expression away.

Wait, cute?

So… okay, he can work with that. Mhm. No need for concern or anything of the sort. It’s not like the descriptor popped into his head so fast he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. It’s just one little word… that crawled into his brain and refused to go to the back of it the majority of the car ride.

Well, this is happening, he distinctly recalls thinking.

Really, that’s about as long as it takes for him to come to terms with how he feels about you. The span of an overnight car ride.

Kakyoin may have purposely isolated himself for most of his life, but he’s too self-assured to think of pushing the feeling down.

More than that… you’re just so lovely.

When was the last time being this close to someone felt so right? Never? Good god… it all feels so natural when it comes to you, in and out of combat.

For a stand user… your generally pretty gentle as well.

Not there isn’t any mental strength in spite of or because of that sort of demeanor… Kakyoin just hadn’t personally experienced that before meeting you. And he really admires that.

Then again, Kakyoin’s the type to find beauty in practically everything in regards to the subject of his affections.

… is it weird to be thinking about one person this much? For Pete’s sake, is this what it’s like? Had his father felt like a moron like this too? Did Mr. Joestar think himself going nuts as well?

Perceived weirdness be damned, as soon as he’s fallen, he’s loyal and all in.

It’s similar to the natural progression of learning to enjoy the others’ company. Similar, yes, but the same? Not at all, of course.

And Kakyoin’s not the only one who notices the difference in your dynamic together; he’s most definitely got mixed feelings on that.

Avdol seemed to be the first.

Before Kakyoin noticed he’d caught feelings, Avdol would peer at the two of you with a tiny smile on his face. Kakyoin had thought back then he’d been amused on a surface level… which ended up not being correct with hindsight.

Damn it all… how could I let him notice before me? Kakyoin thinks, feeling more than a little foolish.

Kakyoin was lamenting over a look… god bless him.

Once the others start noticing, all hell has broken loose. They make Avdol look like a damn saint.

Joseph and Polnareff are a duo conceived in hell purely to torture Kakyoin. He won’t lie, he can get rather short with either of them in the face of their teasing. He’s really good at flipping the script on them and offering a harsh dig, which hasn’t failed in changing the conversation thus far.

“We have some time to kill after breakfast… you and Y/n should go out on a little rendezvous!” Joseph will suggest, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ha! I caught you staring again! You think you’re so slick, don’tcha?” Polnareff will laugh, nudging his arm a bit too harshly.

“You can pair with her while we separate and search… we know how much you like her!” they’ll both exclaim, no matter how inappropriate might be in the given situation.

… screw their feelings, Kakyoin’s going verbally nuclear.

Kakyoin would really prefer it they wouldn’t be so obvious with their teasing right in front of you. Unfortunately, getting on their case directly has proven to only encourage them further.

Worse of all… he can feel the judgement rolling off Jotaro’s body. Constantly. Uncomfortably.

He doesn’t say anything, and frankly, he doesn’t need to. As if Jotaro would need to do that to drive home a point.

Getting all close to you right beside or in front of Jotaro leaves Kakyoin dealing with the stink eye for a good ten minutes.

In all… it’s annoying, but not unbearably so. Nothing that warrants a conversation, anyway. You seem amused, at the very least.

What does make Kakyoin wary… is the situation you’re all in.

Never mind that in just the span of a month he’s got more people surrounding him than he previously thought possible. The circumstance in particular is what puts a strain on both his head and heart.

Definitely has an attitude of “Maybe after the journey…” for the majority of it.

You don’t seem to be the type to want to take much initiative, and he’s a touch too comfortable keeping things just the way they are. No need to rush when there are greater priorities.

Though, one could argue he’s procrastinating a little. Polnareff has certainly made the case.

The Frenchman couldn’t get him to budge… in fact, it’s a run in with a certain sleep-stalking stand that does.

The encounter solidified the update to his thinking the trip had been instigating, in more ways than one. It’s all to do with his returning confidence; growing fully reassured in himself once more.

Applicable both in and out of fights. As well as his approach to you, in particular.

The complete lack of control he had throughout most of the encounter… as well as how hard you tried understanding his position when no one else could… none of them are guaranteed to wake up the next morning, right?

And waiting…? Upon reflection, Kakyoin changes his perspective on it. How cowardly would that be?

He’s not about to face DIO again without letting you know how he feels first.

Too many possibilities could come from the inevitable confrontation, a good chunk of what he could think of not exactly being pleasant. He doesn’t want to plan for the worse… but he would prefer to step up and be there for you like he knows he wants to deep down.

Every day of the trip, as dangerous as it gets, were the better ones of his upbringing. That’s large in part because of you.

From assuming he’d never get close to wanting to speak about such a thing… to knowing he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

That being said, there weren’t many opportunities for a breather after crossing the desert. The boarder into Egypt moving closer and closer within the group’s reach with each passing hour.

And just as quickly as it was crossed… there was another attack- his very own sight put at risk.

In all honesty, he doesn’t remember much of the ordeal before waking up at the hospital with bandages over his eyes. He’d been going in and out of consciousness, enough to make his memory of the event rather hazy.

Kakyoin can recall the pain. That… and your presence at his side almost entirely throughout.

He didn’t know how to feel immediately about it.

Thankful for your presence, though not much could ground him in a situation like that one. Or guilt over you witnessing him in such a state.

He lands somewhere in the middle.

Fussing was pushed to the back of his mind the second his hospital room door was flung open not long after waking. Voices pooling into the clean yet bare space and footsteps making their way closer.

Booming and almost laughing, expressing relief to see him up and looking alive. Several hands patting him on the back or nudging his arm.

As well as a familiar hand gently touching his shoulder, a softer voice poking through the others.

He’s listened to it for hours collectively by now… but a part of him figures he could do it for days.

There’s a lingering warmth present, moral quite positive despite everyone understanding Kakyoin would be left behind for his recovery. Regardless… the fact that his eyesight wouldn’t be affected in the long run lifted a massive weight.

Kakyoin is too levelheaded to think otherwise, he knows you must move on without him.

But he finds himself hoping the moment will drag anyways:

“… I will catch up with you later,” Kakyoin assures with a smile. Bandages over his eyes… speaking to the group without the sight available to point his attention to anyone in particular.

Polnareff leaning forward, putting weight on his hands against the hospital bed mattress to his left. You sit facing him on his right, legs hanging off the side. The others circle around the bed as Kakyoin offers his words of encouragement in the face of his upcoming absence.

He’s too strong to sulk… you think, But it must sting to have to sit on the sidelines when we’re getting so close.

“It’s less than 800 kilometers to Cairo… and DIO,” he continues. “Everyone, you must be vigilant.”

Polnareff nods, giving Kakyoin a pat on the shoulder. The others give the redhead their well-wishes as the Frenchman offers you a glance before standing up straight, following Avdol and Jotaro out the door. The men shuffling towards the exit one by one.

You’re the last of the group to move, slowly sliding yourself off the hospital bed. Kakyoin’s head lowers, feeling the dip in the thin mattress vanish.

Joseph, taking up the rear of the group still diffusing out the room, pauses just before the doorway. Looking your way. “Y/n,” he mutters softly, halting you after taking only a single step.

“Hm?” you hum, biting your lower lip.

His lips curl into a smile, eyes glimmering with gentleness. “We’ll go and pay the bill. Could be quite the tedious process… we’ll meet you down in a few, alright?”

Thank you, Mr. Joestar, you think. Holding back a grin as you nod a handful of times hastily.

“Heh…” the old man huffs out a soft laugh, his expression shifting to a smirk before exiting the room. The door clicking shut behind him.

You turn back towards Kakyoin… noting how he’s lifted his head once more. The sunlight pools in through elongated windows, shining against his skin. Unharmed from what you can see… aside from pale bandages wrapped around his eyes. Anything to keep you from seeing his eyes a mutilated, bloodied mess like that ever again.

“Y/n,” he calls your name, lightly gesturing for you to sit down again and pulling you from your silent gawking.

With a smile, you accept the invitation. Plopping right back down where you’d been sitting… if not a little closer. Kakyoin turns his head a tad, close enough to your general direction.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“A favor?” you echo, humming in thought. Both your voices have quieted. Pleasant, but gentler in the comfort of one-on-one company. “Of course… what do you need, Kakyoin?”

He reaches to his right, fingertips searching for the surface of a tiny nightstand next to the hospital bed. When he finds it, his hand smartly slides down its top drawer. Opening it and shuffling around inside, taking a moment to find whatever he’s looking for.

He shuts the drawer with a clenched fist a moment later, fingers wrapped around the unseen object he had grabbed.

“May I have your hand?” he asks, his free hand lifting up with an open palm.

“Mhm,” you hum, gently placing your hand atop his.

Kakyoin lets out a soft chuckle when he feels your smaller hand rest in his hold. Having touched it enough by now to recognize it’s yours by the feel alone. Letting it sit that way a second before gingerly flipping your hand over. Guiding the movement via your wrist, so that he instead cradles your hand while it lies palm-up in patient expectation.

“Keep these safe for me while I recover, will you?”

Without a word of warning, his other hand reaches out and places what he’d retreated in the palm of your hand. Two little red marble-looking balls now sit there, attached to silver hooks that let them both dangle at a slight curve.

“Your… earrings?” you ask, voice dropping to a whisper. Peering down at the dainty set in your hand. “Kakyoin, I don’t under-“

“Keep them with you… and make sure they remind you to keep yourself safe, okay?”

You lift your gaze, taken aback by the gentleness of his tone. Aside from today, you’d hardly ever seen seen him without wearing the set. Only removed on the handful of occasions he’s traded with Jotaro or Polnareff.

“Are you sure…?” you ask, blinking dumbly.

“Yeah,” he confirms, nodding. “I’ll take them back when I see you again. How about that?”

Your fingers curl around the earrings, holding them secure. The backs lightly poke your skin, but your hand keeps its hold. Resolving to keep them safe and on your person. A piece of him that will continue journey on with you while he’s in recovery.

“Is that a promise, Kakyoin?” you ask him, knowing the answer as soon as the question leaves your lips.

“Heh…” he chuckles lightly, his head tilting to the side once again. “Certainly. I’ll be back before you know it… but really… I’d like you to promise me you’ll be safe.”

Kakyoin holds your hand tighter in his, and his free hand blindly reaches out. Bumping against your shoulder, before finding its intended destination on your face. As soon as his fingertips brush against your cheek, your heart skips a beat. Holding your jaw gingerly, as if he were handling porcelain.

“I promise, Kakyoin, I promise…” you assure gently. There’s really no certainty in safety from here on out, the fact that he’s in a hospital bed making it apparent.

Kakyoin, for once, doesn’t care if it’s silly. Just hearing you promise to look out for yourself helps him swallow the reality that he’ll be absent from your side.

“Thank you,” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “I couldn’t stand it if I heard of you getting seriously hurt-”

“Kakyoin…”

“-without me being there to have anything to do about it. Because I… really-“

“Kakyoin, should we even-“

“Noriaki,” he cuts you off gently, his hand squeezing yours. Not wanting to let you avoid the conversation. “Please, Y/n, call me Noriaki.”

“I-…” you hesitate, heart feeling heavy. Is this really happening? “It’s… not like you to… you know…”

“Be so forward?” he asks, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“No, no, you’re forward…” you admit, letting out a laugh. You feel pleasantly lightheaded; surprised by the turn the goodbye has taken. How right it feels. “It’s not like you to… be this forward. Understand what I mean?”

His thumb lightly brushes along the skin on your cheek, leaning himself forward. Careful as he invades your personal space, slowly ensuring his position is aligned the way he’s hoping it is.

“I do. Is it alright…?” he asks, listening intently for any hint he’s pushing you too much. Only receiving a beat of silence, his heart halts in place until he picks up on your bashful reply:

“It is… erm, Noriaki.”

He smiles again, nodding and keeping lips pressed together… and if you could see his eyes, you assume there’d be a gleam of amusement present within. You wait for his reply, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, he takes in a deep breath before leaning in further, taking you by surprise yet again. His lips pressing against yours.

They’re still chapped and dry from the desert heat, just like your own. But he moves slow and gentle, barely a sound in the room accept for hesitant lips interlocking in a bashful first kiss. He’s inexperienced with it, but the two of you follow each other and melt into the action with the angling of your faces.

His hand stays put on your cheek, and his other squeezes your fist, his heart swelling with the knowledge you’re still carrying his earrings. Letting out a sigh of relief into the kiss before hesitantly breaking it.

“Noriaki…” you whisper, following along and pulling away from the kiss when he does.

It made your heart do flips… leaving you with wanting more. But you know time is short. Your eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall, frowning at the realization you should’ve descended to the first level three minutes ago.

“You uhm…” you clear your throat. “You owe me another when you catch up with us.”

“Hmph,” he smiles, dropping his hand from your face. “You got a deal. I’d really like to see the look on your face after doing something like that. You get really red under casual circumstances, you know that?”

“… I wish I didn’t learn that just now, Noriaki.”

Kakyoin listens as your footsteps carry outside his hospital room, his smile lingering on his face long after you’re gone.

The coming days will be slow… but the idea there’s people eager for his return makes it all bearable. People who truly know him and harboring mutual loyalty… it’s still funny for him to ponder. Likely will be for a a good while.

The future looks brighter with someone like you a part of his life. Kakyoin cannot help but look forward to it without hesitation on his mind and merely flourishing hope in his heart.

He’s got someone at his side he truly loves, after all, and that means more to him than he’d ever know how to properly express.

[illubean]

Hii!! No idea if you take reqs rn but if you dont thats fine just ignore this!!

But if you doo... can you pretty please do the stardust cruseders x fem reader who has a identical twin?!?!

I wanna know how they would react and what they would think!! (Since i have a identical twin lolz)

Thank you and have a nice day!!>_<

Stardust Crusaders W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Characters: Joseph Joestar (p3), Jotaro Kujo, Muhammad Avdol, Kakyoin Noriyaki, Jean Pierre Polnareff Type: Fem!Reader, Headcanons

had really great ideas for Polnareff and everyone else's is kind of short soz >.<

Warnings: none

Joseph Joestar

cannot tell you guys apart for the life of him

he just calls both of you by your name and see's who responds

pls do not sister swap and prank him he WILL fall for it 😭

he probably made a dirty joke about you being a twin at some point in his life (pls hit him for it)

honestly he probably has been hit more times than he can count for accidentally grabbing your twin instead of you 😭

whether its you or your twin doing the hitting you decide

Jotaro Kujo

even if you guys seem to not have any differences at all Jotaro can still tell you two apart without thought

even if you guys swap clothes or something he will just be like "??? why are you dressed like your sister"

and when you ask him how he knew he just shrugs

or he'll point out something so small, like maybe your left eyebrow is a little higher idk

but yeah finding out you had a twin wasn't that big of a deal to him

like ok cool whatever moving on

he probably doesn't interact with your twin like at all..

every time she's around he's kind of just like 🧍‍♂️ because he doesn't have much interest in getting to know her I guess

very much acquaintances and nothing more

Muhammad Avdol

another one who's really good at telling you apart, though not as instant as Jotaro

I think Avdol is a #certified lover so he spends a lot of time just admiring you

hence why he can recognize a difference

he knows you like the back of his hand too, so even if he couldn't tell you guys apart physically he could based off of your little mannerisms <3

he thinks it's cool you have a twin

he probably knows some nerdy spiritual shit about being twins idk

sometimes he might get you guys mixed up (or just genuinely say the wrong name) but he's quick to fix it and apologize

another one you shouldn't play pranks on because he just gets so genuinely confused and maybe even a little stressed...

Kakyoin Noriyaki

he can tell the difference but he has to stare at you really hard in order to get it 😭😭😭

relies on personality to tell you guys apart

or alternatively, he will get you some sort of wearable gift like a bracelet or something so he can tell much quicker

he doesn't tell you this though, he say's the gift is "just because"

then if you ever ask how he tells you and your twin apart he just says "I can just tell" (liar, its the jewelry)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

this guy...

the first time he met your twin happened to be when you weren't around

if you guys have different hair color/length/cuts bro probably just assumes you felt like switching styles and planned to surprise him or something...

"Oh la la, mon amour! I like what you've done with your hair!"

and your twin is just like ??? who is this guy

he probably tries grabbing/kissing your twin just to get punched or kicked in the nuts

and here you come, rounding the corner looking the same you did yesterday and he's like !?!?!?!?

he's not necessarily the smartest guy and considering the shit he's been through it's reasonable for him to assume your twin was the result of a stand...

and you're like bae no thats my sister

and he's like oh

he apologizes for harassing your twin...

if you guys are exactly identical like same style same hair everything this guy swears he can tell you guys apart when he really can't

he just goes by whoever responds to his nicknames

[keenzinemugstudent]

Kakyoin: Jotaro you and Y/n really are close

Jotaro: We're dating...

Avdol, Polnareff, Joseph, Kakyoin: *Shocked*

Y/n: *Shocked*

Polnareff: Why the hell are you shocked?!

Y/n: Oh right sorry I kind of forgot for a minute there

Joseph: How?!!?

Jotaro: Yare Yare Daze

[gingernut1314]

Touch Me...If You Want, Of Course pt. 1

Kakyoin x GN!Reader

Summary: How Kakyoin likes to be touched.

Warnings: Takes place during JJBA part 3, feel-good fluff, poor overthinking/anxious Kakyoin, touch-starved Kakyoin, use of pet name

Word Count: HC: 340+, One-shot: 1K, Total: 1.4K

A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @arielbeflyy and your love for Kakyoin! Smooches 😘. I hope you all enjoy!!

Taglist: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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At first, Kakyoin is going to come off like he doesn’t want to be touched

It's hard for him to accept the fact that someone actually would want to touch him let alone be friends with him

But dear lord does he crave touch

He’s touch-starved 

So please try to be patient with him

He just doesn’t know how to be touched without tensing up and internally going

O-oh god

They’re touching me?

Why??

Did I do something wrong?

Or not??

Did I do something good?

I like this…

This is nice…

What is going on?? 

Why???

You might see his tensing up and almost panicked features as a sign that he doesn’t want touch

So when you stop your gentle touches, Kakyoin only grows more panicked

He doesn’t know what to make of the situation or what to do about it

Again, he is not well-versed in the ways of friendship

Jotaro is his friend

He doesn’t touch Kakyoin

Well…maybe Jotaro isn’t the example he should be going off of

So Kakyoin is stuck in this internal battle about why you want to touch him

About what your touch means

About if he even wants you to touch him

A battle that only grows when he watches you touch the other Crusaders

Touches to their shoulders and arms and cheeks

Hugs

A gentle smile on your face as you do so

You seem to like to touch Polnareff the most, though the Frenchman is more touchy than you are 

What to do, what to do? 

One night, when he is unable to sleep, staring blankly up at the ceiling of the hotel room he is sharing with Jotaro

He comes to the solid conclusion he does want you to touch him

He wants you to place a gentle hand on his arm 

To interlock your fingers with his as you two continue your journey to Egypt

He wants to hold you tight and feel you hold him back just as tight

He doesn’t want you touching anyone else

And he definitely doesn’t want others to touch you

Kakyoin pulls himself from bed, unable to find sleep thanks to the thoughts whizzing in and out of his mind. 

Thoughts of you. 

He ever so slowly puts his slippers on. Ever so slowly pulls himself to his feet. He creeps through the darkness, taking extra care as not to disturb Jotaro sleeping silently in the bed closest to the door. His eyes watch his friend closely as he opens the door, it giving a soft, wooshing sound that makes him cringe. 

Too loud.

But Jotaro remains asleep and Kakyoin makes quick but quiet work of fully leaving the room. The light that filled the hallway was nearly blinding compared to the darkness of his shared room, making him squint his eyes to ease the slight sting.

You, you, you. 

All he can still think about is you as he makes his way down the hallway. 

Room after room he passes until he makes it to the elevator. He pushes the button down and waits for the small ping of it reaching his level. 

Some air. Yes, that will help him get rid of this restlessness that has invaded his bones. 

The elevator pings open and he walks in. He pressed one of the buttons on near muscle memory, waiting as the door slowly shut and he descended downward.

Yes…yes, some fresh air and maybe some water. 

The elevator pings back open not even half a minute later and he finds himself on the second floor. 

He hardly thinks about his mistake and moves off the elevator. 

Down this hallway, he goes. 

Room after room he passes. 

Maybe he would get himself some tea? His mother always used to make him tea when he struggle to sleep….yes. He would get some air, make himself some tea, and he would find sleep. 

Kakyoin blinks and finds himself outside of your door. 

Oh--oh.

Before he can truly begin to think of what to do next, your door swings open and you come to a jumping stop. 

“Kakyoin--” You start, a rush of air leaving your lungs when your brain catches up with your eyes, recognizing he was a friend and not some enemy Stand User come to try and kill you. Kakyoin watches your features shift from surprised, to ease, to slight concern. “Is everything alright?” You ask just as Polnareff, who you were sharing a room with, gave a mighty, throaty snore. You huff at the sound and pull yourself into the brightness of the hallway, shutting the door behind you. 

“Sorry--he’s been doing that all night and I’m this close to grabbing the nearest pillow and smothering him with it.” You gruff, rubbing your tired eyes. Kakyoin continued to stare at you in slight shock as he watches you yawn and cross your arm in an almost hug. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how he had gotten to your room instead of the lobby. You give him a small smile as your eyes find him again. “What has you up at this hour, huh?” Kakyoin watches your grip on your arms tighten almost as if to stop yourself from--from what? 

“Oh…it’s--too quiet,” Kakyoin said sounding so dumb to his own ears. 

Too quiet? What kind of answer is that? But you chuckled softly at his response. 

“Want to trade roommates? Polnareff is like white noise from hell.” Polnareff gave another throaty snore that shook all the way out into the hallway. You huffed at its sound. 

Kakyoin would have laughed at your words. He should have laughed because he found you to be the funniest person he knew but--his mind raced back to all the thoughts that had been plaguing his brain and keeping him from rest. 

“You can touch me.” He blurted out like he had no sense of self-control. Maybe because in that moment, he had none. You’re lips parted at his words on a small intake of breath, eyes widening at his brazenness. “Uh--if you want, of course.” 

Damn him. Damn him and his mouth and his overthinking brain and damn him for even--

“Are you sure?” You asked softly--kindly. God, you were always so kind to him. Why were you so kind to him? He didn’t think he deserved such kindness….but he did his best to shove all those thoughts down. To only see and hear you. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable--”

“Please touch me.” He breathes, moving closer to you. You’re lips parted once more and it was only making Kakyoin’s need for touch grow. “I’m sure. I…I’m not good with all this.” He said cringing at himself. “I never had friends till I met you all and never in my wildest dream did I think someone as--as beautiful would want to touch me so…I want you to touch me but only if you want--”

Kakyoin’s final words caught in his throat as you placed a hand on his arm. Warm. Solid. It was a hold that told him you were there and would be there for as long as he needed. Your fingers moved up his arm slowly as a bashful little smile crossed your lips. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” Kakyoin could hardly think past the fact that you were finally touching him again, but he found the strength to nod his head. You chuckled at his quietness, your smile only growing brighter and brighter as your fingers rose higher and higher. “Thank you, sweetheart.” You murmured making Kakyoin’s heart flutter. 

Sweetheart? 

His body moved without so much a single thought besides the thought of you and his hand found its way to grab the one still rest at your side. You squeezed his hand tight as your other hand made its way over his shoulder, fingers brushed against the skin of his cheek. Kakyoin sucked in a shaky breath but instantly found himself leaning into such a touch, you more than happy to spread your fingers over his cheek. You draw lazy, looping circles with your thumb into the soft flesh, making Kakyoin’s eyelids flutter at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart?” He murmured on an unsure voice. As if drawing attention to it would make you take it back. As if it would make you pull away from him again. That smile of your was as bright as the sun that would rise in the sky in just a few hours as you gave a simple nod. 

“Yep…cause you’re my sweetheart, sweetheart.” Kakyoin couldn’t help the smile that bloomed over his face.

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #125

Kakyoin : Do you love me?

Y/n : We’re literally married

Kakyoin : Yeah, but as friends or

[thepenguinweeb]

Hello hello! I am a little shy but may I please have a Kakyoin x reader fic where the reader is a healer? Thank you :)

`` To mend a broken heart. ``

[ Kakyoin Noriaki x healer!reader ]

[ You're the healer of the Stardust Crusaders. ..Who happens to be Kakyoin's childhood friend. And his biggest crush. This should go well.. ]

[ # Pining (kinda), jealousy, angst with no comfort, a bit canon-divergent, Kakyoin being insecure af ]

[ A/N : uhm this was supposed to be just a nice soft fic. But I felt evil and got carried away sorry teehee ]

Your ability to heal has always fascinated him.

No, that's not entirely true. You have always fascinated him.

Kakyoin Noriaki. Your teammate, your best friend since childhood, and now your secret admirer.

He knew you were special from the moment he laid eyes on you, but it took him a while to learn and recognize what he was actually feeling.

But now you're all he thinks about, and it makes him ache. The two of you would never be together. How could someone like him be the boyfriend of someone as perfect as you?

He sat on the edge of his bed, his head resting in the palm of his hand. He's thinking of you, again. Of how he wished you were with him right now, but instead he had to share a hotel room with Joseph.

What made it worse? The walls were paper-thin and he could hear everything from the neighboring room, which just so happened to belong to you and Jotaro.

"I'm fine, seriously.. I'm telling you-- will you get that thing away from me?"

"Oops, sorry Jotaro! [Stand name] likes not listening to me. Come here, you-!"

He smiled to himself. Your Stand, ironically, has been a pain for you ever since you developed it as a child. You could never quite get it to listen. You'd always come to him for help.

"But, to be fair.. you do need my Stand to help you, Jotaro. You look a little worn out."

Before he heard Jotaro give any semblance of a response, you continued, "I care about you a lot. I don't want you to get hurt."

And his smile quickly faded. You probably liked Jotaro more than him.. of course.

What did Jotaro have that he didn't?

"Hey, Kakyoin." The raspy voice snapped him out of his thoughts. In his sadness, he had completely forgotten about Joseph. "You alright?"

He let out a sigh. "Yeah," he said, though even he knew it wasn't convincing. "I'm fine."

He heard your voice through the walls again and his frown deepened. As did his longing for you.

And Joseph clearly noticed.

"Ahh, I see. Teen romance, eh?" Kakyoin internally cringed at his tone, and just buried his head into his hands. But unfortunately for him, Joseph is a persistent man. He would not leave him alone unless he got the entire story.

He groaned quietly. "How'd you know?" Kakyoin asked, lifting his head just enough to peek at the old man, who was now grinning at him like a child.

"Oh, come on, it's so obvious!" Joseph laughed, putting an arm around the redhead's shoulder. "You look at her like she just descended from Heaven every time you see her."

Kakyoin could feel a soft shade of red tint his cheeks in embarrassment at being called out. "..is it that bad?" He muttered.

"Oh yeah." He only chuckled in reply. "You've got it bad."

Footsteps echoed across the hallway, and before Kakyoin could register, you stepped inside.

"I don't mean to intrude," you began, "I just want to check on Kakyoin."

The way you smiled at him made his heart skip a beat. Joseph was right.. he had it bad.

"Ah, that's alright." Joseph stood up from his seat. "I was just about to head out."

"Where are you heading, Mr. Joestar?" You asked curiously.

"Well, y'see," he started, shooting a knowing glance at Kakyoin. "There's been a small.. issue. So me and you have to switch rooms." He didn't miss the questioning look on the teen's face. "Is that alright?"

You were surprised for a moment, but quickly nodded. "Yeah, of course! I don't mind."

"Great." Joseph patted you on the back. "Have fun, you two," he called out before making his leave.

Kakyoin had to hold back another sigh. Of course the old man would try to fix his mess of a love life. But, he supposed he had to be grateful.. his wishes were granted.

His body froze up a bit when he felt your hand touch his shoulder. "Kakyoin?" Your voice called out to him in a soft tone.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. You were here for a check-up.. though, you'd probably stay now that Joseph got you to switch rooms. "Uh, right-"

You gently took his hand, examining the scratches on it. It was still stained scarlet from the fight which had only happened about an hour ago. That wasn't the only part of him that was red though.

He could only hope you wouldn't notice.

He barely even registered that you'd manifested your Stand and were working on healing his wounds. He was too preoccupied with admiring your face to notice that the dried blood was slowly disappearing and the scratches were closing.

"There," You said, rubbing your thumb over the place where the wounds used to be.

Kakyoin flashed you a smile and gave you a nod. "Thanks, [Y/N]. You're a lifesaver."

"Oh, it's nothing, really-" you insisted, but your voice trailed off once he took your hand. Too much? He couldn't help but think. He didn't wanna break any boundaries with you.

"It isn't nothing," he reassured you. "I really appreciate it, you know. You and all the work you put into taking care of us."

There was a moment of silence. He just stared into your eyes fondly. He took in your expression, how your eyes seemed to widen a little at his words.

"Although, uh.." he added, admittedly in a slightly awkward way. "I'm sure everyone does."

You chuckled and pulled him into a hug. The world around him froze, and he felt as if the butterflies in his stomach could burst right through him at any moment. The only thing that mattered to him was you.

"Thanks, Kak-"

"Please. You know can call me Noriaki."

You smiled. "Thanks, Noriaki."

That small moment of peace and quiet was much appreciated. The two of you sat there as you pulled back from the hug, content with the silence.

Until the high-pitched shriek which came from outside interrupted you, soon followed by Polnareff bursting into the room.

"[Y/N], YOU'VE GOT TO COME QUICK!" He shouted. "IGGY'S GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT- DO SOMETHING WITH THAT DOG!"

You let out a sigh, but you didn't hesitate to help out. You never did. That's what Kakyoin loved about you.

"I'll be back soon," you said to him, and the two of you parted with a wave.

It was strange, yet he couldn't help but feel like there was an emptiness inside him.. a gaping hole in his heart without you there to complete him.

You sprinted across the road, despite the fact that you felt like your feet could barely carry you. The tears threatened to spill out of your eyes at every moment, but you continued on.

You knew it wouldn't be easy. You knew the consequences it would carry. You were aware how dangerous DIO was, and still chose to go on the adventure with the rest of the Crusaders. Avdol and Iggy already had to pay with their lives..

But oh, why.. why did he have to take him?

You finally reached Kakyoin, and kneeled down in front of him immediately. The noise of a splash sounded under you. You wanted to ignore the feeling of immense dread, to pretend not to know you were kneeling in his own pooling blood.

It looked bad - no, that wasn't a strong enough word to describe just how terrible of a condition he was in.

But he was still alive, and that fact alone gave you enough motivation to try to save him.

You wasted no time in manifesting your Stand. You tried to focus on his face, instead of the gaping wound on his abdomen, but you couldn't.

His gaze flicked over to you. His eyes no longer carried the same softness he had usually - just a sad, defeated look of sorrow.

"[Y/N]..." he managed to choke out. You placed your hand on his as your Stand did its job. He was already starting to feel colder.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're gonna be alright.." You whispered words of reassurance, but even you could notice the shakiness of your voice. It didn't seem to bother Kakyoin though, as he just smiled.

You wanted to ignore that your hand was starting to get stickier from the blood that slowly poured down his hand. His blood.

You were becoming more and more desperate, and it showed. Your Stand was working hard, but Kakyoin was losing blood faster than your Stand could heal.

What bothered you the most, though?

Kakyoin seemed to have already accepted his fate.

Your hand clutched his tightly as you gritted your teeth in frustration. "You can't give up, damn it.." you muttered, letting out a pained sigh. "You've always wanted to play the hero. Ever since we were kids.." you heard your voice break as you looked at him, and a few tears streaked down your cheeks. "Look where that got you."

Kakyoin, with the little air he had left, let out a huff at your words. His hand reached out to your face, as shaky and weak as it can get, in an attempt to wipe your tears.

"No..." you sobbed desperately.

He was losing blood - and you were losing hope.

"[Y/N]..." his voice was weak and barely audible, but he had just enough strength left to mutter his final words..

"I love you.."

You let out a sob, while he let out his last breath. His body went limp, and now that he was no longer concious, you didn't feel the need to hold back your pain.

"No.. Noriaki, no-!" You wailed. "You- You can't be dead... We were supposed to go home together.. you- you promised.."

More incoherent sounds left you as you kneeled in front of him. You couldn't bear the ache in your body, that undeniable sense of loss and grief.

Kakyoin was gone, and he'd never come back.

It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth, no matter what you did, or how much you tried to deny it. Maybe you were too late, maybe you didn't try hard enough. None of that mattered now, though. You couldn't erase the past.

You could heal all the wounds in the world, treat every small scratch...

...But it was impossible to mend a broken heart.

[peachbubbless]

Desert Constellations

Kakyoin x GN! Reader Drabble

The desert shone softly under the moonlight, dunes stretching endlessly, warmth still lingering in the sand. The night air was cool, a welcome relief from the relentless heat your travels. The others were tucked away in their tents, their quiet murmurs and the occasional flicker of lantern light the only signs of life. But out here, under the stars, it felt like it was just the two of you and the universe.

You lay side by side on the cooling sand, gazing up at the expanse of stars above. It was silent, but not uncomfortable. With Kakyoin, it rarely was. The two of you had barely known each other for barely a month but it felt like a lifetime. Over the weeks, the rag-tag team of crusaders had become akin to a family to you, and you couldn’t imagine life without them.

For a while, Kakyoin said nothing, his eyes reflecting the starlight. Then, softly, almost as if afraid to disturb the quiet, he spoke.

“I used to think the stars were…cold,” he admitted, his voice low and thoughtful. “Distant. Like they were watching from above, but never caring. Just… existing while we…” He hesitated, fingers sifting through the sand. “While we struggled.”

You glanced at him, his profile sharp against the moonlight. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, but something softer too.

“I used to look up at them when I was alone,” he continued. “When I felt like no one could understand me. Like I didn’t belong anywhere. I’d tell myself that if the stars could be so far away, so unreachable, then maybe it was normal to feel that way too.”

“I used to count the stars, thinking maybe one of them could guide me. But it’s the sun that gives us life. The one that’s always there. Maybe it just took me a while to realize I’d found my own.”

The confession settled between you, heavier than the desert air. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you reached out, fingers brushing against his. A small touch, but enough.

“It feels different,” he said, his eyes shifting to meet yours. “Not because the stars have changed, but because… I have. Because I’m not alone anymore.”

Your heart fluttered at the honesty in his voice, the quiet vulnerability he rarely let show. His hand turned beneath yours, fingers lacing together, slow and tentative.

“With you,” Kakyoin murmured, “the world doesn’t feel so distant.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty, it was full. Full of everything unspoken, everything understood. The stars stretched above, still cold, still distant, but they didn’t feel so far away anymore.

And neither did he.

[marywitchingbel]

Notes: Er, hi. This is my first time trying something in this way. This will be my first, in english, fanfic. At the moment I'm writing, is almost 4 am and well, I wanted to share a story and any mistake in my writing is because is dark and english isn't my mother language. So please just be kind with me... I promised to have some cool ideas. The story is a Jotaro x Kakyoin x Reader.

"He always was the most sweet boy I ever talk to. And one day.. Well, I just wished I could have had more time to know him better.. Never expect to be able to see him again."

Talking With Death

It all started way before I could understand what it was. Weird dreams about him. Weird memories that, maybe, never existed before. And in the middle of everything... she.

At the beginning, it was a dark and cold place. But, after some nights I could hear the songs coming from somewhere close. I could see the lights. And I just follow it. I guess I wasn't suppose to find, or discover, that place. Because when I did, I found myself trying to have more time with him.

I discover that daydreaming also takes me to that place. Well, the songs was in my mind, even after I woke up. I guess, It was suppose to mean something... right? Because in the end, it's calling me. Or at least, looks like it's calling me.

I know people treat the death of someone dear, in their own kinda way. To be clear express emotions, specially in public, was always something that I don't kinda like it. I mourning his death, for sure. Like everyone. And even more, cuz we're not supposed to talk to anyone. Everything that happen, all the trip.. It's supposed to be a secret.

You see, sharing this... all of this.. in here, Well I guess it's the best way to keep it out of my mind and help with what is and isn't happening. It's a way to keep in touch with reality, while I try to discover what it's all of this.

I'll try to be clear, but in a way only I can understand. This isn't suppose to anyone to read, anyway.

What I know for sure, until now, is that:

It HAS to be someone's who have a Stand;

I guess, it has to be someone powerful, otherwise someone close?

It can talk with the dead, or connect in some trick way people with the recent dead.

The place is an old kinda of castle with European architecture. I guess it's some abandoned ruin without many towers, at least now. Some of the interior reminds me of Bran Castle, the "Dracula's Castle" from Bram Stoker. Fair, I guess.

There's a event every night, and it's always some kind of ball, decorated with white Jasmine flowers all around. At first, I had that weird feeling when I found. The path created with the flowers keep bring me some calm energy sensation. Like someone telling me that now everything is fine.

I can see we're not alone. But I can't see their faces. Everyone else's face have a blur or some kind of mask covering. And I can't remember their faces after waking up. Have try to use Star Platinum to make a drawing, but it fails. Every single time it fails. I don't have any other faces then his..

7. It allow me to connect with Kakyoin.

And it's like he never left.

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Jasmine

This flower perfume is an antidepressant, can relaxes the nerves and relieves headaches, while help fights insomnia and is an aphrodisiac.

The dreams started maybe in the end of November 1988. Maybe even earlier that the mind allows. Weird dreams with some know random guy from school. He's not in school anymore, he changed for some reason.

But he's still in my dreams. I talk with him during those dreams. He's sweet, the sweetest guy I ever talk to. That wasn't many, anyway. But he's one of them. With stories... stories that could only came from a another reality. Another world. One far away of me.

His way of being during those moments, took down any walls that I have built in after the years. His voice could make me fell secure and relieve. Relieve from pain... The physical and mental pain. I could talk with him about anything. And after some time, even the sorrow... the depression.. went away. I became, in a weird way, closer to him.

He said some time about some flower that would help. I guess, of course, it might have been the flower that did all of it. I mean, with the pain. It must have been the flower.

Jasmine, he told me.

And I started to dream with jasmine. Even during the day, I would catch myself feeling the perfume in the middle of my daydreams. Weird, but I didn't question it. Walking any less sad... it's good enough for me.

Then, he left.

Without a warning. Without a sound. Nothing.

Just left.

And I was alone again in my dreams. Or nightmares..

This time, holding jasmines close to a tomb. A cold and dark place, different from before. Far from our comfy little room, it all turned into a dark and cold tomb with his name on it. And I just knew, I had to do it right this time. It couldn't be like before, it had to be perfect. Flawless.

Just to be able to meet with him again. To keep talking with him... keep him somewhere safe..? I'm not sure. But I was sure enough about saving him. I don't know what kind of change I made. I guess I made some, because he's there in the next time I search for him. He had some pretty bad scars in his eyes, but he's there.

Our place also changed after that. The room, I mean, the tomb transform itself into a big old castle, like the ones in a fairy tale. But so much more cold. And dark, without life. The clothes that we had, I only took attention at them when the tomb appear, begin to change into something more... how could I describe? Fantastic. Or better, like we're using costumes.

You look like Death, he told me. You know, death... the grin reaper. But I don't fell in danger or threatened. It's like you're suppose to be here.

Everything was back to the normal. As I guess it could supposed to be. Normal.. Well, let's try again. The talk and way we treat each other was back to normal. Like he didn't had have disappear for nights, and I didn't have made a deal with the devil kinda deal to have him back.

It's calm. But I could notice that he's not like before. We talked and walk around, but he seemed more thoughtful. Sometimes lost in his own mind. During this moments, I found myself also thinking or just observing the dream. Watching the big ball occur while we sit next to it. Only been some kind of decor in the background.

It's weird to be able to see again during this dreams. It's like I never lost this ability. Well, actually it's weird to be here, he murmured one time.

I didn't try to explain. How could I? What it have to me to explain? I didn't try.

And then he appear.

Taller, big.. Like some kinda of bear. Some well come present that was invited from the woods. I never took much attention, but looks like the dream was expanding. From far away. And now, it's slowly being guide to the castle. To the ball.. To us? Well, I don't know.

I just allow it. I guess, I allow it.

He wasn't a treat.

He was just another... guest.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — Never Had

you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take

an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting

God, how long has it been since he last saw you?

It must've been decades now.

So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?

But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours, the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...

What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.

As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...

50 days.

He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.

"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.

All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.

The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.

The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.

But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.

It just wasn't the right time.

Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.

A love that never found its voice.

And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.

But he had much more important matters.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.

"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.

"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air,  his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."

It's not the right time.

That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.

Will it ever be the right time?

He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.

"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.

"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.

He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.

"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.

"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."

Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.

"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.

"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."

You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.

"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."

Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.

It's not the right time.

"Okay.. I'll wait for you."

But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...

Maybe it'll finally be the right time.

[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Reader is written to enjoy video games in one segment. Joseph Joestar is not included.

A/n: I’ve been wanting to do another one of these a good while now; they’re so fun to do. As always, writing this was a late night decision. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): An innuendo (Polnareff being Polnareff).

Jotaro Kujo

Forget dry texting, you just hope he bothers to text you at all.

He’s brief and to the point. Receiving an entire paragraph is something you’ll damn near never get from him. He does use proper grammer, but his phone settings are set up in a way that doesn’t automatically uppercase words when they should be.

It does nothing more than make his sarcastic comments come off as even more biting than they usually do.

Jotaro is one of those people who always has his phone on do not disturb. It doesn’t matter how far you’ve been separated or how tense the situation is, his ringer is always shut completely off.

To his credit, if he says he hasn’t seen your text, he’s being completely honest.

He will never check his notifications, see you’ve texted, and shove his phone right back into his pocket only to inevitably forget about it within the span of minutes. He won’t purposely ignore you. If he sees a notification from you, he’ll respond promptly.

That doesn’t change the fact he hardly looks in the first place.

Granted, he’s gotten better at it- largely due to a little pressure from your end. But even then, texting someone else to ask them to tell Jotaro to check his damn phone is a far better strategy most of the time. Usually, Kakyoin is your pick since he’ll do it without complaint.

And after a certain point, Jotaro won’t even mention he’s missed the text anymore. You both know it’s a given.

He definitely prefers to call you rather than messaging.

Texting is a means to an end in his eyes, and nothing more. But as previously mentioned, his phone is always on silent. This results in conversations over the phone occurring only if he calls you himself.

If he does call you, the conversation can go on for hours at a time. Most of the talking is done on your end, but he doesn’t mind one bit. He’ll interject with subdued hums or short words intended to let you know he’s still listening.

Jotaro is a frustrating person to try and reach over the phone. Yet, as dry as he is over text, he’s no stranger to adding a touch of cheekiness to his messages here and there.

Noriaki Kakyoin

If info-dumping were a professional sport, Kakyoin would be in the major leagues.

Before or during your time as a couple, expect a barrage of texts going on about whatever topic strikes his fancy. Prior to the relationship, it was apparently how he flirted?

Okay, no, it’s how he kept your attention on him.

But nowadays, it’s more like a genuine impulse to dump whatever is rattling around in his brain on you. It’s endearing, and usually thought provoking. If not, unquestionably out of left field. He’ll keep you on your toes, that’s for sure.

He’ll also complain to you over text. Kakyoin’s a polite guy, but that’s not to say he doesn’t have a judgmental streak.

If someone (usually Polnareff) does something he considers annoying or unnecessary, you best believe he’s messaging you about it within minutes. Standing right beside you. With the others around.

It’s decidedly better than voicing his blunt thoughts right then and there in front of everyone.

Kakyoin texts in proper grammar, but he will never once get on anyone else’s case for not doing the same. If anything, he finds it amusing. It’s far easier for him to read someone’s tone that way too because he’s downright terrible at determining tone through text messages.

The amount of misunderstandings that’s occurred over text, purely because he cannot comprehend for jack squat, is too many to count. Adorable? Yes. Conversation derailing? Also yes.

Oh well, he always puts in his best effort for you.

All this to say, Kakyoin will text you often and answers quickly regardless of what time it is.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

The biggest tease over text!

Polnareff is pretty standard across the board when it comes to messaging. Proper grammar, a healthy usage of emoji’s, and a good response time.

Actually, just good? Throw that notion out; his response time is unreal. To the point where you’ve earnestly wondered if he spends hours sitting by his phone awaiting your reply.

As often as he messages you, he does also prefer a phone call. He’s happy with either, but nothing will ever beat getting to hear the sound of your voice.

Like Kakyoin, he’ll react over text to events unfolding right in front of the both of you. Unlike the redhead, it’s never a harsh observation or comment best left unsaid.

Instead, he’ll poke fun at you over text that way. He usually doesn’t hesitate to tease out loud, but he also learns quickly what you’d like to keep between you two the further into the relationship you progress.

No matter the method, he’s going to playfully try getting under your skin.

When separated, expect him to check in on you quite often as well. It’s more than a little territorial, but it comes from an earnest place.

Polnareff is practically glued to your hip, but he also knows time away from one another is inevitable. Just a quick text to let him know how you’re doing, and a wave of reassurance will be washing over him.

You both are so accustomed to your text language that it only takes a single message for one of you to know exactly what’s on the others’ mind.

Muhammad Avdol

Avdol operates under a very simple philosophy: Texting is for casual conversation and phone calls are for more pressing matters.

That said, before the you began going out, he didn’t really text you much.

Primarily because he did not know what on earth to talk to you about. He’s not used to feeling intimidated by someone, yet it seemed far too daunting for the longest time. Hell, he even asked the others what they thought a good conversation starter would be (and he never once took their advice).

But as the relationship developed, so did your tendency to message each other. To the point where, now, you text frequently.

Avdol travels a lot, so messaging is naturally a reliable means of keeping in contact when he’s far from you. When he’s gone, he’ll send a lot of pictures of the sites he comes across or simply a pretty sunset he happens to be witnessing. If you like animals a lot, he’ll send you photos of those as well.

Ask him for a picture of himself, and he’ll send the blurriest photograph known to man. But he’s at least still recognizable! Mostly.

He will always tell you good morning and good night over text if he’s not present to say it in person.

Always is no lie, either. He could be in the middle of a heated stand battle and he will not hesitate to pause everything just to send you a good morning message. You’ll know if that’s the case if the message is followed by a picture of him smugly grinning in front of a freshly retired stand user.

Avdol uses proper grammar with the habit of neglecting to use periods at the end of his messages. It’s just a touch too formal for him, and you’re someone he knows he can let his guard down around. This means his texts often carry a playful air to them.

He’s a good sport and enjoys humoring you. Go off on whatever you like, and he approaches the subject with total sincerity.

[thatdepressedgamer]

Good Lord have mercy 🥵

Riding Kakyoin, while you rock on top of him leading the pace, jumping harder and harder as you seek your own climax while your frenetic movements also lead to his own, only to hear your moans getting louder and uncontrollable, making him realize you've had a squirt. Kakyoin couldn't be more proud, as long as you reach your own satisfaction, you can use him as you please.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Jotaro: What the hell are you doing??

Y/n: huh? I'm trying on my Halloween costume!

Kakyoin: What exactly are you supposed to be?

Y/n: An emo boy

Kakyoin: But your dressed as Jotaro???

Y/n: Exactly

Kakyoin: but I thought you said you were going be dress as a sad, depressing character....ohhh

Y/n: Don't forget a winy little bitch

Jotaro: *Dark aura around him and summons Star Platinum* You little brat!

Y/n: *starts to sweat* Hehe I'm in danger "runs while screaming and being chased by Jotaro yelling curse words at you.

Kakyoin: Young love

[gingernut1314]

Touch Me...If You Want, Of Course pt. 2

Kakyoin x GN!Reader

Summary: How Kakyoin likes to be touched.

Warnings: Takes place during JJBA part 3, feel-good fluff, saying "I love you", MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF PART 3 AND KAKYOINS STORY, canon typical violence, mention of death

Word Count: HC: 980+, Drabble: 530+, Total: 1.5K

A/N: I'm just going to say a quick sorry for the ending....I am a lover of angst and hurting my own feelings....buuut I hope you enjoy!!!

Taglist: @arielbeflyy @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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You need to be willing to set boundaries with Kakyoin about this new okay to touch him

Kakyoin struggles to communicate what he feels, so he will be forever thankful if you are ready to listen and help him through his thoughts

He isn’t a big PDA guy

But please still touch his arm or back gently 

Please still hold his hand

But big displays such as kisses and hugs 

Even brushing your knuckles over his cheeks and moving that bit of hair out of his face are going to be a no-go

That is until you both are out of the public eye and away from the other Crusaders

Then please please pleaseeeee pull him down and plant kiss after kiss to his lips and cheeks 

Please nuzzle your nose against his

PLEASE wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close

And if you’re in a space where you can sit and hold each other

Expect to not be getting up any time soon

Kakyoin not only wants you to touch him but he want to be able to touch and hold you too

He’s going to try and get you both your own room so that he can hold you close throughout the night

But the other Crusaders are not going to allow this without some teasing

So please be ready to snap back at them, snag the room key Polnareff was guarding, take Kakyoin’s hand tightly in yours, and guide him to your room

As you two fall asleep please run your fingers through Kakyoin’s hair and press soft kisses to his forehead

He’ll be out like a light and just oh-so-happy

While out and about during your travels, Kakyoin is going to be your shadow 

He’s following you everywhere

He’s sitting next to you at meal times, while on the train or plane or boat or car

He needs to be near you

Not only will he grab for your hand and hold it in his lap

He’s going to rub circles into the back of it

And if he feels there are too many eyes watching him

He’ll make sure to still find a small way to touch you

Whether that be the tips of his fingers brushing against your own fingertips

Or his foot resting next to yours

You, Kakyoin, and Jotaro had chosen to separate from the other Craudasers to look around a cute little shop you had spotted just on the way to the hotel. Jotaro had followed along upon your invitation, sensing he had been growing more and more weary of Polnareff and his grandfather by the second. 

Shelves rose throughout the small shop, turning it into a small labyrinth of trinkets and goods that blocked the view of the clerk and other customers from you. It was quiet and smelled of the species lining one of the shelves. 

Kakyoin held your hand and you held his as you guided him through the shop, Jotaro looming behind you two with hardly an interest for the things within the shop. 

Despite all the wonders this shop held, Kakyoin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Not as your happy face grew excited at new discoveries. Discoveries you would turn and show to Kakyoin who would nod and, if he could think of one, tell you a fact of the item. His facts only seems to excite you further and it made his heart flutter like some caged bird in his chest. 

Kakyoin only took his eyes off you once and it was when he noticed Jotaro taking an interest in a little gold hair comb. It spurred an idea to form in his mind. He loved his friend but oh dear did he wish to feel your hands on his cheeks. So, with a quick pull of your hand, he rushed around the corner into the next, thankfully empty, aisle. 

“What--” He cut you off with a simple kiss to your knuckles. A kiss that made your skin spark.

“I love you.” He murmured against your skin making you smile wider. You quickly pulled closer, pressing your body against his. His cheeks flushed a dusting of pink at the closeness. A pink that only deepened as you stood to your tippy toes to press a single kiss to his cheek. 

“I love you more, sweetness.” He smiled, just about ready to lean down and press a tender, fleeting kiss to your lips when he caught the black-clad Joatro round the corner. He sighed through his nose, giving your hand a squeeze that you squeezed right back. 

“Jotaro, that’s beautiful.” You said, commenting on the hair comb in his hand. “For your mom?” Jotaro’s face never once shifted from its cool calm, but Kakyoin was skilled enough to catch the slight twitch at the corner of his friends lips. 

“Yes,” Joatro said in that gruffing way of his. 

“You know, Kakyoin told me the flower on that comb is a lotus flower.” You said, looking up at Kakyoin in such an adoring way it took the very air from his lungs. “It symbolizes rebirth, strength, the heart, as well beauty. It’s perfect for her.” Kakyoin nearly pulled you right back in then. 

You remembered. You listened. No one had cared enough to listen to what he had to say, let alone remember. And here you were always listening. 

“I saw some earrings that would match perfectly! I’ll show you.” You said, beginning to guide Kakyoin and Jotaro back through the shop. Kakyoin followed more than happily. 

He isn’t so shy about Hierophant Green touching you through

That Stand his going to be wrapped around your neck like a scarf every chance he gets

He is a quiet Stand, but his actions speak volumes

He’ll nuzzle his head into your cheek or neck

Cling to your back like some strange backpack

Rest his chin on top of your head

Hugging you whenever Kakyoin wishes he could but feels as if there are too many people around

The only time Hierophant is missing from your side is when Kakyoin is or whenever the other Crusaders are around

During battle, Kakyoin will send a tendril from Hierophant to wrap around you and pull you out of the way of an attack you might not have seen or been able to dodge

Kakyoin knows you can fight and knows you can fight well so he tries to let you do what you do best without his consistent hovering and concern 

But he is still sticking as close to you as he can and keeping a close eye on you

Just in case you needed some backup

!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF PART 3!!

The only time Kakyoin had felt your side truly is during the battle against DIO and his horde of Stand Users

While he was pulled into a portal with Joatro and his grandfather, you were left with Polnareff, Iggy, and Avdol

And even then you were separated from those three

The Stand User you had been pitted against had dragged you from DIO’s manor to wage war on you throughout the streets of Cairo

And when you had finally met back up with Kakyoin, you were quick grab his face and make sure he wasn’t too hurt

And Kakyoin was glad for the touch

A touch he gave you right back 

In a flash, DIO was upon you all once more

So fast and otherworldly

Blink after blink you seemed to lose time

You were saved by Hierophant from getting your throat ripped out by the last second and thrown through the window of an empty coffee shop just to get away from the brutal speed of DIO

You came to with broken bones, bleeding you couldn’t find the source of, and pain radiating throughout your whole body

But you pulled yourself to your feet and out of the shop

Only to find Kakyoin going head-to-head against DIO

You blinked, time seeming to be lost to you once more and Kakyoin was gone from where he had just been

Mr. Joestar screaming out Kakyoin’s name echoed through the air and through your mind

And you found a rush of water pouring down the side of a building from the water tank that sat up there

You didn’t let your eyes travel further up than that

Didn’t let brain catch up to the reality that had just unfolded within the small second of a blink

You didn’t let it catch up to what your heart knew to be true

All you knew was DIO had to die 

All you could do was fight until the battle of over or until your last breath

Kakyoin had thought of many things as sound stopped ringing in his ears

As his body began to grow numb and cold

As he gave forth his last Emerald Splash

He thought of his family

Of his friends

Of what DIO’s stand was capable of 

And he thought mostly about you

About you and what could have been

He thought about your touch

A warm touch he could have sworn he felt wrap around his broken body as all thought and strength escaped him

[1-800-blues-clues]

HES SO🎀🎀🎀🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

If there’s anything Kakyoin loves, it’s turning you into a mindless slut with only cock on the brain. Kakyoin’s a smart guy, smarter than most, and so sweet on you. He has your best intentions at heart, don’t you know? So it’s okay to let him make all the decisions for you every so often <3 It doesn’t hurt, you can trust him <3

So every once in a while, he does. He lets himself own you, puts a pretty collar masked as a choker around your neck, soft leather wrapping around the sensitive skin. The chains for it attach on either side of the collar instead of in the middle, he feels like it gives him more control over you. But don’t worry, he doesn’t make you wear the chains out, he knows you’ll follow his instructions today, because you’re such a good girl for him, aren’t you?

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