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Hi! Can I request headcanons or scenarios about Childe and Kaeya(separately) reacting to this:

Reader : asks to be hugged

Childe/Kaeya: says something like "oh? You really want a hug from me?"

And then reader just says "oh, sorry. I didn't want to bother you" and starts leaving. Reader is just pretending, because he's tired of their teasing and wants it to backfire! He want's to see their reaction too! Hope this makes sense! Male reader. Fluff. Thank you!

This makes a lot of sense! Very fluffy, I love it :)

Childe

-asking this man for a hug fills his ego

-“oh? The pretty boy wants a hug from a handsome man?”

-smug man thinks he’s gonna see you flush when he smirks up at you

-Childe thinks he’s gonna make his boyfriend turn bright red with embarrassment but he’s shocked when he sees your reaction

-“then I’ll just go ask Scaramouch, since he’s ya know, a handsome man.”

-his jaw drops to the floor when he hears that

-“what do you mean baby? I’m right here??”

-look him up and down for dramatic affect

-Childe can’t hide his true emotions from you so it’s very obvious that he’s freaked out

Kaeya

-this man gets so giddy whenever you ask him for hugs

-any affection from his cute boyfriend makes him so happy

-except this time this smug cyro user decided to get cocky and tease you

-“hm? Asking me for a hug? You want me to warm you up? Just say so,handsome~”

-he was so confident that he would get a flustered yes and then pull you into a loving embrace,but no

-“well,with your vision it might be hard to warm me up...I’m gonna go see if Diluc is busy

-“HUH????”

-man is so shocked he literally throws himself at you and starts to beg

-he might even start to sniffle before you can explain yourself

Diluc x Chaotic! Baker! Reader

"What're you doing?"

"Mind your fucking business, fire pubes!"

Diluc had awoken late into the night to hear banging all the way from the kitchen. It was so late that all of the maids had retired to bed. So why were you up? In the kitchen with a bunch if pots?

"It's sad boi hours!"

Ah, that's why. Diluc is no stranger to your late-night intrusive thoughts, but coming to the kitchen to bake is new.

"And so you're making a cake?" He asked, crossing his arms and gazing at the mess of batter, eggs, mixing spoons, and bowls.

"It's better than jumping off a cliff, isn't it?" You retorted. Lack of sleep and frenzied emotions making you a bit more snappy than your usual self.

"I can't say eating away your feelings is a good idea either, but it is a significant step up," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, freed from its usual ponytail. "Well, do you want some help? Or perhaps some company?"

"Yes."

Diluc hummed, a slight smile as he made his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you mixed the cake batter. He knew you would talk about what was bothering you when you were ready. Sometimes you didn't talk about it at all. He didn't care as long as you never hurt yourself and did the correct things to make yourself feel better.

"It's like a reward," you mumbled. "I work through things and I get a treat."

"And cupcakes is your treat for today?" Diluc questioned, eyeing the bake pan already prepped with liners.

"Black cupcakes," you corrected, adding food dye. "It's like I'm eating my bad thoughts, making sure that they don't hurt me anymore."

"Well, that's actually a lovely way of putting it." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, drowsiness starting to take hold of him once again.

"Why don't you go back to bed," you tempted, feeling bad for waking him up.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, starting to sway your bodied to a silent rythm. "I like you too much to just go to bed alone."

Wow, being tired sure did bring out a softer side of Diluc. You unwrapped his arms from your waist to put the newly poured cupcakes into the oven, taking the previous batch out.

"Say," you started, turning towards the man of your dreams, seeing him watch you while he leaned against the counter. "I sure have made a lot of cupcakes... Do you think you'd be willing to give them away at Angel's Share?"

Diluc smiled softly, "Sure. If there's one thing drunks enjoy other than alcohol, it's food."

The rest of the baking seemed to go by quickly. Once Diluc came in, you stopped mixing batter, so once your final batch came out of the oven, you put them to the side and turned off the appliance.

"I'll decorate them in the morning," you announce, wiping your hands on a towel. "I've kept us both up for too long."

You took Diluc's hand, turning off the light, leading him out of the kitchen, and back up to your room. Snuggling back under the covers, you got comfy up against your lover, looking up at his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

"Yea," you smiled. "I might bake more often, not just to distract myself. It's really fun."

"And messy," he teased, scrunching up his nose with a silly smile.

"So I'm not the cleanest. You still love me."

"I do, very much so."

He leaned in and placed a gentle peck against your lips. You two then hunkered down once more for the night.

The next day, while tired from your late-night escapade, fulfilled your promise of decorating your cupcakes, while Diluc fulfilled his own by taking your creations to his tavern, leaving some for you and the help. Many of his patrons were overjoyed at the baked goods and even more excited at the fact that they were free. When asked why, he simply said they were a gift to his customers from his partner.

After that, you got more into baking and started doing it as a hobby. Eventually with how often and how much you made each time, Diluc suggested partnering with him, selling your goods at his tavern or even opening up a small kiosk in the city. In the end you turned that idea down, saying that you enjoy making people full and happy, their smiles more than enough payment. Of course, Diluc rolled his eyes at that, but didn't pressure you to sell anything.

Totally not at all inspired by the fact that i baked cupcakes at 1 am because of sad boi hours

And no they weren't good

But god what i wouldnt give to be a little bakery bitch with a wine tycoon for a boyfriend

-mod ein

killshot anon! YEAH i totally agree w/ your view on kaeya. it's so weird to me that people will blame him for his role in a situation he was forced into as a child through no choice of his own. that itself had to be traumatic, not to mention everything that happened later. i hate when people say he's untrustworthy - like yeah, he's lied, so has everyone? it's clear he does it mostly to protect himself. not to mention that (& sadism) can be symptoms of trauma. kaeya deserves nothing but happiness

take a seat folks it’s time for a “brynn should’ve been an english major” lesson! today we’re gonna learn some literary theory; specifically, we’re gonna apply psychoanalytical trauma theory to kaeya’s backstory and current character. killshot anon i bet you never thought this would result in a whole ass essay.

disclaimer one! you are allowed to dislike kaeya! i am not saying you need to like him or his character, you’re entitled to your opinion and i’m not here to change your mind.

disclaimer two! i am in no way an expert and this is all for fun! this is just my silly little analysis of one of my favorite characters as someone who’s studied literary theory and rhetoric and can also apply personal experience. seriously analysis is like a hobby to me and this is just an excuse for me to ramble about kaeya.

disclaimer three! this contains lots of spoilers! basically for everything we know in-game, general knowledge as well as stuff from his voicelines and character story. don’t read this if you don’t want spoilers.

since this is going to be filled with spoilers and is about to get really long, everything will be under a cut. for those who wanna read my dumb super informal essay: enjoy!

final note: yeah this is over 2000 words long can you tell i like analysis

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let’s start by getting a quick rundown of trauma theory out of the way. to begin, what is “trauma?” in this case, trauma is going to refer to an experience that greatly affects and changes one’s life; attitudes, memories, behaviors, mental state, etc. while not all changes may be bad, per se, the overall effect of trauma is generally a negative one, which is why it’s so significant. literary trauma theory, then, explores these changes and the impact of trauma in literature. it analyzes the psychological and social effects of trauma, explaining what those effects are and why they happen. in the context of a specific character, trauma theory breaks down said character’s behaviors, feelings, and general mentality in relation to their past experiences; trauma theory hopes to explain to others the reasons for why a character may act or feel the way they do, all based upon the character’s experiences, particularly traumatic ones. our character today is the lovely kaeya alberich, with the “literature” being genshin impact. i’ll be referencing kaeya’s wiki page to ensure i get all details correct for his character story and voicelines.

it would be good to review kaeya’s backstory before delving into the actual analysis. though we don’t know much about his life before living in mondstadt, we’re told he was sent as an agent of khaenri’ah. and by “sent,” i mean his biological father abandoned him in a completely unfamiliar land to serve khaenri’ah’s interests and fullfil his mission—what this entirely entails hasn’t been revealed. mondstadt, however, welcomed kaeya “with open arms when they found him.” crepus ragnvindr took him in as his adopted son, with diluc as his adopted brother. kaeya and diluc were “almost like twins,” so close they “[knew] each other’s thoughts and intentions without a word.” he’d began a new life in mondstadt, one surrounded by friends and family that loved him; one that was completely shattered by crepus’s death. kaeya arrived at the scene of the disaster, and was led to believe diluc was the one who killed their father to “set his father free” from the effects of his delusion. there’d always been one big question in kaeya’s life: if it came down to it, who would he support? the nation that abandoned him, but he still felt loyal to, or the nation and family that took him in and really loved him? overrun with guilt, kaeya confessed his purpose to diluc, sparking a fight between the two brothers. in this fight, kaeya receives his cryo vision. though both brothers stepped away alive, they’ve never been able to make peace with one another. now, kaeya is the eccentric and charming cavalry captain of the knights of favonius; a man who gets his way by using any means necessary, regardless of whether or not it seems right.

kaeya’s not evil; he’s morally ambiguous, and that stems from what appears to be a general distrust of others. his life is one shrouded in secrecy. from the moment he stepped foot into mondstadt, he was surrounded by secrets. even now, he doesn’t talk about a lot of things, namely his past, vision, and feelings. though he’s always willing to get information out of others, kaeya never reveals anything about himself. he repeatedly tells the player they can confide in him, but whenever you try and pry into his life, he deflects your questions with some sort of witty comment or flirty remark. anything he does reveal is vague, or spoken in some sort of “code.” for example, his “interesting things” voiceline. he tells us about the owl of dragonspine, how it “seems to look right through you, while letting go of none of its own secrets,” and then tacks on a “quite fascinating, don’t you think?” it seems like an awfully accurate parallel to himself; kaeya does all he can to get information from others, but never gives anything about himself. now, this whole thing—his relationship with diluc falling apart and his need for secrecy—could have probably been avoided if he had just come clean about his mission years ago. so why didn’t he? to start, kaeya was a literal child. not only are children unable to properly tell the difference between right and wrong, but they’ll also typically follow their parents’ orders blindly. kaeya had just been abandoned, and he wouldn’t want to risk being cast out by mondstadt as well if he came clean right away. you see, there’s this thing about trauma, something that trauma theory states. traumatized people feel a sort of shame or guilt regarding their traumatic experience; they’ll keep quiet because they don’t want to cause problems or bother others with their issues. of course kaeya wouldn’t tell the truth about his past, he doesn’t want to destroy the genuinely loving relationships he’d built in mondstadt. his fight with diluc only proves what he was afraid of: if he’s honest, he’ll be abandoned again. and if kaeya’s used to all the lies, why should he bother changing?

another thing, if he’s not going to tell the truth, then why would he have initially gone along with his father’s plans? again, he was a child. he really had no choice, and was forced into a very wrong and cruel situation. there’s a good explanation for this, too, which is also stated in trauma theory; traumatized people will still do their best to please their abusers. especially if said abuser is a parent, that will drive traumatized people to work even harder to please them. although his father hurt him by ruthlessly abandoning him, kaeya still sought to make him and his homeland proud. he was willing to be used as a tool for their gain; that is, until he found people who actually cared about him. he was an impressionable child, of course he’s going to obey orders. but as he gets older, he feels torn. does he serve those who abandoned him, or those that took him in? his father—and arguably, khaenri’ah as a whole—hurt him, sure, but he still feels some loyalty and connection to his former home. instead of revealing anything, he lets the situation play out. that way, he can’t be blamed when things fall apart.

the thing about claiming he’s untrustworthy is that hardly anyone in-game believes that. he’s adored by the older folks in mondstadt, and foes and allies alike find him easy to talk to. despite seeming lazy and uninterested in work, kaeya takes his job very seriously. in fact, his story states that crepus’s death was the “first and only time kaeya failed in his duty.” the “only time” is especially important, because it signifies kaeya still fulfills his duties successfully. he’s had a total of one slip-up, and hasn’t failed since. no, kaeya is not untrustworthy. rather, kaeya finds everyone else untrustworthy. it’s not unlikely that this is a direct consequence of being abandoned as a child. although it’s been established that kaeya and diluc were very close as children, when crepus dies, kaeya assumes diluc is the one that killed him. in order to jump to such an extreme conclusion against someone he was so close to, there had to be some underlying sense of distrust. furthermore, kaeya expresses feeling as though he doesn’t belong anywhere. he was abandoned by khaenri’ah, and then worried he wouldn’t be accepted by mondstadt. he is, but there’s still that worry. if you place him in your teapot as a companion, he tells you that your home feels like someplace he belongs, following it up with a “heh, who’d have thought…” kaeya still feels as though he doesn’t belong in mondstadt; despite the fact that he’s a high-ranking knight of favonius and rather popular, he still feels like an outsider. he doesn’t trust that anyone actually wants him around, and he finds joy in testing peoples’ trustworthiness. it’s noted in his story and through his voicelines that the beloved cavalry captain has a rather sadistic nature. he likes putting people into difficult situations, to see what decisions they will make. he does this to both opponents and allies, testing to see who’s going to back out and who’ll keep fighting; in the sake of allies, who can he trust? or who will turn tail and abandon their teammates at the slightest hint of danger? i mentioned it previously, but kaeya doesn’t care what measures he has to take so long as his job gets done and he gets the answers he wants. it’s a sort of self-preserving mindset, putting himself above the safety of others. kaeya’s trying to protect himself, which makes sense with all he’s been through. he doesn’t want to be hurt, and instead finds pleasure in threatening harm upon others. it’s twisted, sure, but it’s because he can only trust himself in a world that he believes is out to get him. he’s got as many enemies—if not more—as he does allies; of course kaeya focuses on protecting himself first, whether physically or through keeping his secrets, well, secret.

his most obvious traumatic effect is definitely his alcoholism. but he uses it as a distraction, not just to wallow in self-pity. this is seen again in his story, particularly in story 3. it’s found that when his favorite drink, death after noon, is out of season, mondstadt’s crime rate is decreased drastically. at face value, this just means kaeya spends more time working when death after noon is low in supply. but kaeya doesn’t skip work to go to taverns; it’s already been established he takes his job very seriously, so this means he actually patrols and tracks down threats while off work when he can’t indulge in his favorite alcoholic drink. he doesn’t get drunk simply because he’s depressed. if he did, there wouldn’t be a drop in incidents when death after noon is out of season. no, kaeya uses both the alcohol and fighting to distract himself. after all, it’s a little hard to think about feeling sad when you’re either drunk out of your mind or fighting for your life.

despite being so secretive, kaeya gives us glimpses of his true emotions from time to time. as previously mentioned, his flirty attitude is nothing more than a mask to hide how he really feels; and kaeya is terribly, terribly lonely. that may be why he seems so extroverted. constantly being around people should, logically, drive away that feeling, but it doesn’t work like that. when he talks with the player, he frequently expresses disappointment when you have to leave. each time, though, he dampens the weight of his words with playful or flirty language. he’s lonely, but doesn’t want you to know that, like he’s afraid of asking you to stay. he takes the seriousness of his feelings, and basically bends it into some sort of lighthearted joke. kaeya hides his true feelings—negative feelings, to be exact—so that he doesn’t bother anyone. which is, again, something that happens with traumatized people. he displays that hesitance to reveal his true feelings, because there’s a shame or guilt that comes with his past. he doesn’t want to bother others or hold them back, so he puts on a smile and amps up the charisma. one other very important thing—but very small detail—i would like to note is his feelings toward family. his fell apart not even once, but twice, and kaeya still holds familial relationships in high regard. we know he doesn’t exactly care how he goes about getting his work done. he doesn’t pay attention to what’s “right” or “wrong,” so long as he gets what he needs. but one of his informants, vile, notes that the cavalry captain has one exception: he won’t work with those who threaten others’ families. in fact, kaeya claims those who do should be hunted down and destroyed. even though his own families have caused him so much pain—and he ended up estranged from both—he still understands the importance of having people who love you in your life. because he didn’t get that.

kaeya’s not evil. ultimately, as a knight of favonius, his goal is to protect others, because no one was there to protect him. and because no one was there to protect him, because he’s been hurt time and time again by people who were supposed to love him, kaeya has taken to protecting himself. he hides any and all negative feelings with a charismatic, friendly façade, because he thinks it’ll drive away his persistent loneliness. any “bad” actions of his were hardly his fault; he was forced into a life of secrecy and lies, and then abandoned by the first people who truly loved him. kaeya’s a multi-faceted, tragic character, one that toes the line between good and evil, and that’s what makes him so interesting.

Bucci gang hc with a female team member that's always tired and sleeping but has lightning fast reflexes? Like, she's always tired and sluggish but she always manages to survive and complete missions. Every. Single. Dang. Time.

Didn't write dialogue for Abba because his HC was so long already.

Bucci gang w/ a chronically tired S/O HC

Bucciarati

The least worried of the group, but still somewhat concerned.

He knew what you were capable of. He took you in after seeing the extent of your abilities. It didn't matter what the gang thought of you at first, they would eventually understand, was what he told you.

He's never seen someone so physically drained in his life and he'd love to believe that you may have a clinical condition that explains it.

Gets so frustrated when you don't listen to him during briefings and go to do your things on your own in missions.

It's so dangerous and he gets so scared. Even if you always succeed, sometimes without a single scratch, he still can't help but worry.

He stomps to you and when you think he's going to yell at you or slap you for being so reckless, he instead takes you in his arms, relieved.

"It's only a matter of time until something happens to you... God you scare me..."

Otherwise, he has no problems letting you lean onto him when you're feeling spent, or want to nap on him in the car.

Abbachio

Really? That was the new member Bucciarati trusted and brought in?

He was so pissed and frustrated whenever you laid halfway onto the table during meetings, or dozed off when someone reported for duty.

You were so lazy, undisciplined and churlish he couldn't stand it at times.

Some people, like him, worked their ASSES off to get to where they were, and you were just hunched over and drooling?

He was okay with a member feeling a bit sick or tired occasionally, especially if it was Bruno who overworked, but you were just too much!

He constantly slaps you to wake you up or get your attention and scolds you for it.

The way you handled the missions with such endeavour and skill was so contradictory to your usual slow attitude, he was so surprised.

To be honest he's terrified. How could someone be so two-faced?

But now he finally understood why you had been taken here by Bucciarati. You were indeed a valuable addition to the team, he had to recognize it.

It takes time for him to actually trust you and make sure you won't betray them, but he's still very admirative.

Giorno

He wouldn't show it but he was a bit worried. About the gang but mostly about you.

He guessed that you had some vitamin defficiency or anemia maybe? That would explain it, but he was no doctor.

He likes to believe that you're not just plain lazy and careless. If Bucciarati took you in, it was for a reason, he wanted to trust you.

And he was absolutely right.

He had been stuck, alone and in the verge of death on one dreadful mission. Nobody was there, and he couldn't call out for help.

He had used Golden Experience as a desperate last resort to call for one of the members, but he had no hope of anyone coming just in time to save him.

He was beyond shocked when, barely a few minutes after his call, you bursted through the place at lightspeed and took him away, not letting anyone even find you as you brought him to safety.

How did you come in so fast? Where were all the enemies? Did you... take them out all by yourself?

"Thank you, Y/N... I... I owe you my life..."

Otherwise, he puts a bunch of flowers and leaves on your hair when you nap.

Mista

He was pretty laid-back and lazy himself sometimes too. When he sees you chilling, sleeping, looking all jaded he just chuckles and join you in.

When you join the gang at first, he doesn't doubt that you could be a great spy, or a healer, maybe you could spot enemies like Narancia?

Surely he was NOT prepared for what kind of abilities you truly hid behind your tired and deviant facade.

The way you were fighting and the speed and clarity in your movements, he couldn't even catch everything with his two eyes.

The pistols had called for you, as Mista was in a dire situation and surely enough, you were there mere minutes after. He wondered if you had teleporting abilities or if your Stand gave you some kind of hyper speed. Turns out, you were just that fast.

You told him to hang in there and took his gun to finish off the enemies. Taking them one by one.

Your tone and the energy you had in your voice sent electricity down his spine. You were so... Different than what you has used him to.

You patch him up with expertise and he can't help but stare at you like you were a Godly revelation.

"Not gonna lie Y/N, that was kinda hot..."

Narancia

Pranks you all day. And I mean ALL DAY.

There's a recurring joke about how you're going to be the first one to die because of how lazy you are and how you're probably gonna fall asleep mid-fight.

Bucciarati does not like those jokes, at all.

Takes great pleasure in waking you up in the loudest and most obnoxious way possible just to see you flinch and panick.

"Giorno, put a centipede in Y/N's ear. Come on it's gonna be fun!"

How do you manage to sleep with him, Mista and Fugo fooling around next to you all the time, that was a grand mystery.

He brings you pizza, claiming 'you need vitamins'. Because everyone knows pizza have the perfect amounts of nutrients...

He's so impressed and admirative of you when you absolutely kill it during missions. It's like you're a completely different person, he doesn't recognize you.

He's your number 1 fanboy, please sign him an autograph because wow, you're so incredible he can't believe you're real.

It's incredibly funny how you immediately start to yawn and sleep in the car right after the Tom Cruise stunts you just pulled 5 minutes ago.

Fugo

He thinks you're just lazy and he doesn't feel comfortable with you here at first.

Like Abbachio, he wonders what went on Bucciarati's mind to even recruit somebody like you?

But at the same time he's very curious. Did you have some kind of strange disorder he's never heard of?

Every time he saw you, you were either sleeping, slumped over, or just plain out of it.

Are you doing this on purpose to mess with him or piss him off? Because if you are, it's working.

He forces coffee, orange juice, soda, anything down your throat to keep you awake and focused on missions, and when you refuse, he starts biting his nails.

"You better stay focused on this one I swear to God...!"

He's so scared and anxious you're gonna fuck it all up and get someone, or worse even, yourself killed just because you're a careless slug.

When he sees how operational and strong you were and how incredibly fast you acted during missions, his view on you does a complete 180.

In the end, your down-toned presence was very cooling for his angry soul, and he couldn't afford to lose you so stupidly and easily...

Trish

The first time she saw you she wasn't too surprised to see you napping and being a bit slow.

You were in the mafia after all, not necessarily the calmest and chillest occupation. It was okay to feel sleepy once in a while... Or all the time.

She even believed that you weren't just tired physically, but rather maybe you were tired of them.

And honestly? She relates.

But when one day on a mission you went from dragging your feet slowly like a drunkard to swiftly grabbing her, lifting her in your arms like she weighted nothing and running like a freaking cheetah a second after hearing gunshots, she was FLABBERGASTED.

First of all, WHAT? Second of all, HOW? She is so shaken and her eyes couldn't possibly get any wider. You went from 0 to 100 REAL FAST.

She's even wondering if that's really you holding her right now or if you have been possessed or something.

When you show her a characteristic tired smirk as you run, all her doubts are wiped and she's so charmed and impressed, you litterally and figuratively sweeped her off her feet.

"You... You're amazing Y/N..."

concept: malewife childe. he gets tired of being far away from you on missions & leaves his position as a harbinger to become a house husband. imagine waking up on a lazy morning and trudging to the kitchen to see him cooking breakfast in a pink apron with nothing underneath. u smack his ass and say good morning and he holds up a piece of bacon to your mouth, so you take a bite, but he kisses you and steals it back- (ok, this started out as a joke to clown on childe but idk if im joking anymore)

!!! Domestic malewife Childe!!!!

Sweet house husband Childe who learns how to cook your favorite food, who knows how cold or warm you prefer to keep the house, lighting a fire in the hearth or opening the windows accordingly <3 akjdsnak bRuh domestic Childe would be sooo sweet because even if he's retired, he's obvs still loaded from his days as a harbinger, so you two can live comfortably!! He'd buy such sweet heartfelt gifts aksjdnkajsn

AND THE THING w the apron and the holding up the piece of bacon for u to eat–– aksjdnskj. A DREAM <#3

This started out as a joke, but bestie I don't think it's a joke anymore––

girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level

Hello, this is a bit of an odd request so i hope it isnt bad, could you please write for Kakyoin, and an s/o who has a groundhoh day type stand that, whenever used, will put its user into a time loop until an objective is complete, and is using it to try to save Kakyoin's life in the final day of Egypt, and Kakyoin noticing just how different his s/o seems due to the exhaustion of trying so hard for so long without sucsess (maybe even at the end they will succeed?) thank you very much!!!

This was the longest thing I’ve written and honestly I’m happy with the first half but I’m not sure about the second half. I apologize if the ended is kind of rushed. Also there’s probably going to be some errors because I’m finishing this before I go to bed

Also, let me just tell you how much fun I had writing this. There were so many ideas I wanted to incorporate but didn’t have enough time. This was a lot of fun though!

Warning: There’s going to be a few mentions of family death, language, and very unhealthy musing towards death(I reference s*icide once) so be careful

Over and Over (Kakyoin x Reader)

Thick arms gripped your waist, holding your thrashing body against a strong chest. You couldn’t hear a single thing over the blood rushing in your ears- or maybe that was the sound of gallons of water gushing from the crumpled water tower, flooding the streets below. Water that was tainted a crimson red. A red that shouldn’t have been there.

“Let me go! I have to go help him. God damn it Joseph just let me go! Kakyoin will be okay, he has to be!” You screamed while you whipped your head back into Joseph’s nose, using all your strength which resulted in a sickening crack.

“Damn it, (Y/n)! You’ve got to keep calm, we still have to defeat Dio! This fight isn’t over yet, we can’t afford to worry about Kakyoin right now!” Joseph shouted, resorting to restraining you with Hermit Purple when you threatened to break through his hold. The old man’s eyes widened at the blood curdling roar that tore itself from your throat at those words. 

Joseph felt his heart shatter at the emotions he knew you must be feeling. Devastation, denial, hopelessness and most of all rage. So much rage that it surely felt as if your body would explode from the pure force of it. This was a rage that you never expected to feel in your life but if you're one of the unlucky ones then you became intimately familiar with it. It rushed you like a linebacker, knocking the breath out of you and leaving you paralyzed with no hope of gaining your footing.

It was like a faulty wire that sparks a blaze inside of your house and every frantic second is spent trying to navigate your way through the flames but quickly you feel the flames licking at your heels. No matter how fast you run or how far you go, you know that you’re cornered from every angle. Your only option is to succumb to the flames and lose yourself amongst the heat.

Joseph knew the exact feeling you were experiencing all too well; It killed him to have to be that voice of reason, but he knew that if he lost himself then the two of you were as good as dead. In the back of his mind he could hear the cool voice of his mother, doing her best to keep her stoney facade in the face of his breakdown in front of the pile of rubble that had stolen his friend’s life. He could remember the rage he felt at the way she appeared indifferent- as if Caesar’s sacrifice was something that had been expected. It had taken him so long to realize that it was for his sake. He needed a calm presence in that moment to steer him the right direction lest he rush into a battle half cocked with no plan, only fueled by rage and determination alone. Looking at the young adult currently trying to burst from his hold, he knew that you needed that same presence. 

“Gahh! Could you just listen to me for a second?!” So much for being that calm presence 

In one final burst of strength you broke free from Joseph, your own stand tearing Hermit Purple’s vines to shreds as if they were a flimsy sheet of paper. In all of his time traveling with you he had never sensed such strength from you until this moment.

What wonders a broken heart could do.

----

A dull thud resonated through your body as you fell to your knees, elbows leaned against the ledge of the building. He was so far away. You could reach him! You had to reach him, Kakyoin had saved your hide more times than you could count, there's no way you could just leave him behind. He had taken care of your wounds, had encouraged you and helped you to grow not only as a stand user but as a person. What had begun as a trip to help some strangers kill a man you didn’t even know had turned into a journey of self-exploration and growth. The last thing you were expecting was to walk out of this with a newfound confidence, but much less to fall for one of your companions. 

Tears clouded your eyes, blurring your surroundings into nonsensical masses of shapes and colors. Your beloved was a speck of green and red, sticking out from the crumpled metal of the water tower. Your hearing was coming back to you in which you became aware of the chilling scream ringing through the air. Wait, was that coming from you?

The moments following you were a blur. You remembered feeling Hermit Purple wrap around you again, yanking you back into Joseph’s arms before you were forced to flee with the older man.

The last thing you could see was the stark gold of those evil eyes, narrowing at you. Taunting you. ‘You won’t win’ Is what they said.

You were beginning to believe them.

----

At the age of 7 you discovered your stand in what had been a complete accident. 

As a child, you could be pretty unruly especially when you and your brother would horse around. Time after time you had been yelled at to not run in the house, threatening a whipping if you were to break anything. You didn’t listen though. Why would you? Children never thought of what could possibly happen so when your brother bodily shoved you into the wall you hadn’t expected the aftershocks to send your mother’s favorite antique doll tumbling to the ground. The shattering porcelain skated across wooden floors, the quiet scraping echoing in your ears along with the pounding of your heart. You were beyond screwed. If your mom found out about the accident she would kill you!

“What are we going to do?!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes. Your watery gaze met your brother’s. He was the one that caused this, so he had to be the one to fix it! 

It happened in a flash, almost faster than you could see it, but you could have sworn you had seen some sort of creature behind your brother and for a fraction of a second you felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as you opened your eyes in your bed, vaguely aware of a single bell’s chime coming from seemingly nowhere. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t have been, you remembered waking up this morning. Your mother had come to fetch you for breakfast, knocking on the door three times before peeking her head into the door.

Almost like the universe was laughing at you three knocks sounded at the door, and sure enough your mom opened the door with a soft, “(Y/n), come on or else your breakfast will get cold”, going on her merry way. She was blissfully unaware of the confusion that was clouding your brain. Was she messing with you? Of everyone in your family she had the longest mean streak, having a tendency to pull small jokes on you from time to time. Knowing your luck you had passed out from fear, been found and now the woman was biding her time until you confessed that you broke the doll yourself.

You thought it was odd that she would choose to trick you into believing it was morning again but your mother was an odd woman. 

Throwing back your blankets you found yourself dressed in the same pajamas you had worn earlier. Looked back towards your clock you even noticed that the time had been set back to 7am. Changing you into your pajamas was one thing but going so far as to set your clock back was just weird. You were still under the impression that this was one big joke, and as you suffered through another family breakfast- living through the exact same conversations you had already heard, everything the same word for word- you could fill the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. This wasn’t some sort of prank but you had no clue what it was.

You were brushing your teeth when you entertained the dream theory again. It should have been impossible that your dream would so accurately predict the future but you had heard of weirder things. To hear your aunt say it she had known that your mom was pregnant with you before she even knew. She claimed to have seen it a dream, announcing the pregnancy in a similar manner to how it happened in real life. (To be fair though, it wasn’t uncommon to announce a pregnancy by phone, so you weren’t sure how much stock you put in that experience.) Whether it was from a need for some sort of answer or a desire to just put a reason to this odd occasion, you managed to convince yourself that you had just had an incredibly weird, vivid dream. So you pushed it to the back of your mind. You didn’t think about the weird dream, or the weird creature that you were pretty sure that you had caught a glimpse of, but if it was just a dream then that made sense right? You saw a lot of monsters in your nightmares; this could have just been one of them. 

Everything was perfectly fine until your brother was chasing you through the house again. The deja vu was overwhelming, seeing flashes of shattered porcelain in your mind’s eye. You felt the terror that had coursed through your veins when you had thought that you and your brother were soon to be punished. You felt the phantom sensation of tears stinging your eyes, and that might have been what had brought you to change your course at the last moment. You dashed into the kitchen, barely missing that shove that would have destroyed your mother’s prized possession. You escaped punishment, the worst thing you had to deal with had been a shout to take your games outside. 

The day went on like normal from then on. Your ordeal was forgotten by the very next day.

----

Over time you found a name, and even a face, to put to what had happened to you. You became aware of this odd humanoid creature that stood at a similar height to your own. Curly brown hair was slicked back, against its neck. It didn’t look like hair though, there was sheen to it, almost like polished wood. You were sure if you were to reach your hand out it would feel like running your hand over the smooth, cool wood of a grandfather clock. It was dressed almost as if it had come from the Victorian era, wearing a stunning yellow waistcoat on top of a white dress shirt, complete with a pendulum-like tie. It wore a simple pair of beige slacks, and honestly if you didn’t know any better you would have believed this to be a normal person. I mean, they were even adorned with two large cylinder shaped earrings.

This wasn’t a person, however. At first you thought it was a delusion. This thought was only furthered when after a nightmare you had run screaming to your parents about this weird person that had showed up in your room. Although, to you the being was as real as could be; Your father had been the one to stare at you like you were crazy, looking at the very spot you were pointing at. He saw absolutely nothing. To him all he saw was a scared child whose imagination was running rampant in the late hours of the night. Your father had walked you back to your room, ignoring every tearful shriek of how the thing was following right behind you.

“Nothing is following us, it was just a bad dream” The older man grumbled, he was visibly frustrated at the screaming. No doubt he was a little upset at having been woken up at such an ungodly hour. Probably not as upset as you, considering for the rest of the night you dealt with the impromptu staring contest with this weird little thing. 

You don’t remember going to bed- you were sure you ended up passing out from exhaustion- but when you woke up that creature had disappeared. Maybe it really was just a hallucination brought on by your bad dream. Sure, you’ve had occasions where you had mistaken a rogue tree branch to be someone knocking against your window so it should have been easy to write off. You were a scared child, it made sense. It was common for the brain to play tricks on the eyes in the dark, convincing your young mind that there was someone hiding in the shadows waiting to drag you away, but it wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a trick of the mind, or any kind of delusions. Your clock-like companion would go on to make many more appearances- mostly in times of stress, you would come to learn. 

It wouldn’t be until your teenage years when you would begin connecting the dots. This being was a part of you, you learned. Gradually you learned how to summon it at will and by now it was basically second nature to you. It was an extension of your body and, even stranger, you figured out that you could even feel the things that it did. If you used it to grab a book for you the faintest sensation of a hard cover would fill your hand. You could remember spending hours examining it, trying to make sense of this odd manifestation; your fear had been replaced by an eager curiosity, poking and prodding at it. Luckily it didn’t seem to mind too much.

However, your most important discovery was the time loops.

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Bells. Bells were the only thing you could hear. 5 chimes. 10 chimes, transitioning into 15 chimes. 20, 25 chimes now.

  Where were they coming from? The clock tower was in the middle of Cairo, you were too far away for the chimes to be so loud. They were so loud. 

Why were they so damn loud?!

“Kakyoin!”

Your eyes snapped open, nausea building in your stomach as you took a deep breath. The chimes had finally ended but your ears were left ringing in their wake. No one else seemed affected by the deafening noise. They couldn’t hear them, no one could except for you. Your stand Second Chances was on odd one but really, when you’ve just spent the past two months fighting stand users that could do things such as steal souls and reverse age then really nothing was weird anymore. Not even your time loops.

You see, you had a chance that a lot of people could  only dream of. After activating your stand you were transported back to the beginning of the day. It was like pressing restart on a video and getting sent back to the beginning of the level if you failed an objective. You had a fresh start, a new opportunity to step back and try again. Unfortunately while with a video game you have the choice to walk away when you get frustrated, you don’t have that luxury. Even upon failing you were sent back to the beginning of that day. You were trapped in the loop until you were able to accomplish your objective and each new day was punctuated with a new bell chime. You supposed you should be thankful for the bells since they were your only means of keeping track of how many times you had lived through this hell again. Your current count was at 26.

You have seen Kakyoin return 26 times already. You’ve witnessed Iggy lead your miserable group to their fates time and time again. 26 days of pain and loss and suffering. You were nearing the end of your rope, unsure of how much more you could take. Although that didn’t really matter did it? Your last day in Egypt would continue to rewind for eternity. You had to accept that you couldn’t save Kakyoin from his fate, no matter how hard you tried he was destined to die.

“(Y/n) are you alright? I’m surprised, you’ve been moaning about how much you miss Kakyoin. We all would have thought that you’d pounce on him the moment you saw him.” Polnareff propped a hand up on his hip, waving his hand in front of your face with a snicker. “Hey, earth to (Y/n), are you even listening?”

You could have slapped the French bastard. How could he joke like this when the seven of you were walking into a death sentence? You thought that of all people Polnareff would take this the most seriously. His whole motivation for tagging along had been purely to avenge his sister, so why would he be so lighthearted in the hours preceding three of your comrades’ deaths. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to beat the shit out of him for being so insensitive. It wouldn’t be fair to him though. He had no clue of what was to come.

Truth be told none of them did.

You were the only one that was aware of the restart. To everyone else it was just that same day, they were still filled with that original determination. They still had their eyes set on that goal that is oh so close. You would give anything to be like them again. To have that spark in your eyes, that strength in your stride, and that confidence that nothing would go wrong. That belief that as long as you all have each other then nothing can go wrong. Despite every misfortune, every accident, every sacrifice the group had gone through up until this point there was still a blind hope. It was useless and idiotic but you would kill for that blissful ignorance right now.

“I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate something wrong last night” You lied flatly. You couldn’t even remember what you’d had for dinner the night before.

“You better not get cold feet on us now, we’ve come all this way now.” Narrowed green eyes met your own, prompting you to shake your head with a sigh and respond with a fake smile and “I couldn’t back out even if I wanted to,” 

And god did you want to.

Joseph smirked at you, right hand coming up to adjust the hat atop his head, “That’s the spirit” He said simply. Sure it was.

----

Kakyoin fancied himself to be rather perceptive. All of his life has been spent watching others, their reactions and their actions. When you had no friends there was really nothing else to do with his time. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d sat alone at lunch just watching the kids his age. He noticed how the shier children would stick to the outskirts of the lunch room. They were most comfortable near the exit points- seemingly ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded. These kids were considerate enough to space out their seats with an empty chair between each kid. It was interesting how even at such a young age they were already exercising their ‘If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone’ mindset.

On the flip side the extroverted children were more than willing to cram against each other at their tables, to the point where their attendants would have to bring the tots over to sit at some of the other emptier tables. There was no shortage of conversation. Small, high-pitched voices filled the lunch room with a certain excitement that only young children could really emanate. Sure there were a few squabbles- especially when someone tried to snatch a piece of candy away from their friend’s lunch, or if someone had their seat stolen- but those were to be expected when dealing with lively children. They gravitated towards their groups as if on instinct and were visibly displeased if they were separated for whatever reason.

Kakyoin wouldn’t deny the resentment that he became oh so familiar with at a young age, but if there was anything he was grateful for it was his ability to read people.

He could read people like a well loved book. Pretty well, in fact, that it was hard not to stare at people and try to dissect their mannerisms. He’d never admit that he’s spent more than one night watching Jotaro in an attempt to crack some sort of code with the other student. Jotaro shared absolutely nothing about himself, the information he let slip through his actions looked like it was carefully calculated and it was glaringly obvious that he had no intention of opening up. Honestly, Jotaro was interesting to him in the same way that a magic trick was mystifying. He wanted to dissect his traits, figure out the way he worked.

You, however, were a different story. In Kakyoin’s experience everyone had something to hide. That was just how things worked. No matter how often someone like Polnareff or Mr.Joestar opens up to him there would always be information that they would keep from him, but you didn’t do that. It was odd in and of itself. You opened up completely as if no piece of information was too small or too personal. 

He could ask you any question and he would receive an honest answer regardless of whether he had just asked how you take your coffee in the morning or if he had asked how your grandparents had died (yeah, that example was morbid but he has a point to prove.) 

He thinks that maybe it was your honesty that drew him to you in the beginning. You carried yourself as if you had nothing to hide. Kakyoin didn’t even have to try to read you because everything was laid out bare already. Try as he might, the redhead just didn’t understand. After a while he just stopped caring, stopped trying to figure you out because that would always lead to sleepless nights, sitting out on the balcony of whatever hotel they were crashing at that night. 

The arid desert wind caressed his hair, blowing softly as he looked to the empty ledge beside him. He could see a sliver of light peeking from underneath the curtain. Ah, so Polnareff and you were still awake. It was pretty late so surely his two teammates should be asleep by now.- they would all need their rest for the upcoming days of travel. Kakyoin wondered what was going on in the room. He should have chastised himself for having such prying thoughts but he couldn’t stop himself. 

Were you as open with the French man as you were with him? Did Polnareff know about your favorite movie? Your favorite music? Did Polnareff pay attention to the way that your noise would scrunch up when you were displeased, or did he notice how you would lace your fingers behind your back while picking at your nails when you were nervous. Or maybe the infamous flirt knew about that twinkle hidden in your eyes that was only exposed when you were feeling particularly playful. Did he know of the softness of your lips, the slow, smooth rhythm you would mo-.

Kakyoin threw his face in his hands trying to ignore the wildfire blazing on his cheeks. He had no right to think such deviant things about you, especially involving his obnoxious lively friend. Whether he had a right to or not that didn’t stop him- which of course he would never admit to. Kakyoin had grown used to your presence. He took comfort in it; The student had become addicted to having someone entrusting him with so much information. He could be...well, awkward was the only way to describe it. Kakyoin definitely had his moments, while in public he gave no indication of social ineptitude. In fact he enjoyed interacting with so many strangers over the course of his travels. With a craving for social interaction he found that itch scratched nicely, and his spirits had only climbed when he met Jotaro, Avdol, and Mr.Joestar. For once, he didn’t feel like an outsider. He finally felt understood.

So in all honesty Kakyoin wasn’t some bumbling fool when it came to talking to strangers and to another degree: attractive people. Contrary to what the group (mainly Polnareff) chose to believe, Kakyoin wasn’t a complete virgin. I mean, he was but it’s not as if he was completely clueless. He was a hormonal teenager, it was only natural for him to want to explore himself and his sexuality. Of course the most exploration he’d really done had been with his right hand for kind of obvious reasons, but that wasn’t his point! His point was that he wasn’t some stuttering fool that would roll over at the first sight of the first beautiful person he met.

But then he met you.

Kakyoin wanted to say that it was love at first sight. He wanted a cute story that he could tell your children when you got older. He wanted to look his little boy or girl in the eyes and talk about how he knew you were the one from the moment he laid eyes on you. He liked to imagine the wonder in their eyes as he explained the butterflies in his chest when you made your way to him across the busy streets in Singapore, and the pounding of his heart- as if it was going to stop from sheer excitement. That’s what he wanted. Instead he had a story about how you decked him so hard you almost decapitated him, then proceeded to try to kill his friends. 

He would leave that part out. 

You had knocked him off his feet- literally- and he couldn’t stop himself as he fell for you. Kakyoin wasn’t sure if he would have wanted to stop himself if he had the chance to. 

‘Ugh’ He lamented in his brain, ‘I sound like some lovesick fool’

You’d only been traveling with the Crusaders for a couple of weeks, surely that wasn’t enough time to develop feelings for someone. That’s what the redhead tried to tell himself anyway, but here he was, having only known you for a handful of days and having such jealous thoughts that he could feel his blood pressure rise. He hadn’t even confessed to you! You were none the wiser to his feelings so he shouldn’t be getting jealous over the possibility of losing someone that wasn’t even his.

“How long have you been out here?” Jotaro’s gruff voice filled the silence of the night, bolt clicking as he slid the door shut behind him. 

Okay so at least he hadn’t been standing there for too long. Maybe.

“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two?” His statement sounded more like a question than anything. He’d gone outside sometime after Jotaro went to bed and that had been around 9pm maybe. Okay how long had he been out here? “What time is it?”

“Midnight”

Shit.

Alright so he had it a lot worse than he thought he did. Kakyoin turned his head when Jotaro leaned against the railing, his lighter clicking as he lit a cigarette before wordlessly offering one to his roommate. Kakyoin's eyes flitted between the carton and Jotaro’s face. Finally deciding to say ‘fuck it’ and accepted one of the smokes. This trip had more of a chance of killing him than a singular cigarette. If he knew anything he knew not to snub any act of kindness from Jotaro because the hulking teen was liable to take it personal.

The first drag he took from the cigarette practically killed him. He damn near hacked up a lung, having to beat on his chest in hopes of regaining his ability to breathe. When Kakyoin heard the quiet chuckle originating from Jotaro he almost felt like a normal high schooler, sneaking smokes behind his parents back. Part of him expected Jotaro to pull a dirty magazine out from behind his coat but this wasn’t the normal teenage experience- not to mention he wasn’t sure if Jotaro could feel more than one emotion at once.

“You were thinking about them again weren’t you?”

He was also convinced that nothing was scarier than when Jotaro decided to start analyzing things.

“Am I that obvious?” Kakyoin bowed his head, thinking he was slick in the way he snuck another glimpse at your balcony. The light was still on. That sour feeling was creeping back into his chest.

“You look like you’re going to jump across the balcony” Jotaro didn’t turn from his spot looking over the city, “and unless Hierophant is just enjoying the breeze then yes, you’re painfully obvious”

“Wha- when did Hierophant-?” Kakyoin’s head whipped behind him to see his stand seething silently behind him. He pursed his lips as he dismissed his stand.

“Don’t start pouting Kakyoin”

“Stop using Star Platinum to spy on me!” He finally caught a faint glimpse of purple blending into Jotaro’s head. That sneaky asshole!

“Shut the hell up, you’re going to wa-”

“Are you two okay?”

Kakyoin froze when he heard that lovely, exhausted voice. He wishes he hadn’t turned around because he knows the instant he looked at you he got this dumb look on his face. Your hair was a complete mess, tousled as if you had been tossing and turning for a while. Your balled fist rubbed at a sleep heavy eye. Gradually Kakyoin’s eyes drifted down to the loose tank top that practically hung off of your body and then right down to those pajama pants that were hardly hanging on your hips. The teen was conflicted between feeling grateful for having the chance to see your sleepwear once more and letting his envy towards Polnareff take the reins. Seriously, how did the French fucker manage to sign his name first? 

“Go back in, it’s none of your business” Jotaro’s gruff attitude had returned, every ounce of his earlier playfulness having vanished along with the cigarette but he flicked off of the balcony.

“Oh” You hummed, reaching up to scratch your neck, “I just heard a noise and figured I’d check on you guys.”

“W-we’re fine!” Kakyoin answered too quickly, cringing at the volume of his voice “Yeah, it was nothing” He repeated, face as red as his hair.

“Alright then. Well, goodnight Kakyoin. You too Jotaro.” And just like that you disappeared back into your room like a beautiful vision.

“Christ, you’re hopeless” Jotaro grumbled, turning to retreat to his own room now that his nicotine craving had been sated.

Kakyoin didn’t miss the small smirk on his friend’s face.

----

“Are you alright?”

“I wish everyone would stop asking that,’ You didn’t mean to snap, especially not at Kakyoin. He’d been nothing but patient with you. Kakyoin meant so much to you, hell he was the whole reason you were going through this living hell, and here you were snapping at him like it was nothing. Pfft, you shouldn’t get worked up. Kakyoin would forget about the incident by the next loop anyway.

“(Y/n), I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.” 

Violet eyes locked with yours and suddenly you couldn’t stand the sight. You couldn’t see the love that they held for you, or the worry. All you could see was the hollow death that always clouded his eyes by the end of the night.

Something was wrong, you felt it deep in your chest. It was a heavy feeling, like a ball of lead was sinking down towards your stomach, ripping through your guts until you were left clutching your stomach- gasping for some sort of breath while trying not choke on the bile rising in your throat. Flashes of the mangled water tower filled your vision. All you could see was water, bloody water and you could hear shouting. You think it was your own, judging by the pain in your throat. 

The feeling of hands wrapping around your wrists caused you to snap- tearing yourself away from whoever tried to restrain you. To you, you weren’t on a quiet street. You were right back up on that rooftop. You were fighting to get to Kakyoin, you had to get to him! He still had a chance-

“(Y/n)!” A shout of your name and a tighter grip around your wrists snapped you from your panic. Blinking through the tears you were eventually able to focus enough to make out Kayoin’s furrowed brow. He was alive. He was breathing. You couldn’t give up on him, there was a way to save him. Your time loops didn’t apply to unchangeable fates, you knew this much, so the fact that you came back to this day over and over was the only shred of hope you had. The only hope to assure you that there was still something that could be done.

“Kakyoin I-I… Let.. let me go” You tried to steel your voice but you couldn’t help the way it shuddered. You sounded weak. Pathetic.

“What’s going on with you?” Your love whispered, trying to bring you closer to him even as you tried to put space between the two of you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t-

“I said let go!” You cried, finally yanking yourself away again.

In that moment it became obvious that you shouldn’t have looked up. That look of hurt on Kayoin’s face- he looked as if you had just crushed his very heart, and honestly you may as well have. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms, to run your hands through his hair and murmur how everything would be okay. You wanted to warn him about his demise, so that maybe he would stand some sort of chance (You already tried and it didn’t work, the solution was never that simple.) More than anything you just want the chance to hold him in your arms as the sun rises. 

That look of hurt was carved into your memory as you stormed past the rest of stunned crusaders.

----

By loop 40 you could accurately recite every single word of D’Arby’s speech. You found yourself repeating each word under your breath, ignoring the odd looks you received from Joseph and Jotaro as Kakyoin battled for his soul. You could pinpoint the exact moment in which your love admits defeat and his soul is pulled from him by Atum. Even after 40 days of watching the same scene you were still unnerved by the sight of it all. Maybe you should have been desensitized by now but you couldn’t look at his doll. You just couldn’t.

 By loop 60 the lines of reality were beginning to blurr. You were becoming more and more aware of the cracks appearing on the wood-like surface of your stand. Your poor Second Chances had definitely seen much better days. The longest number of loops you’d gone through was 34 and the same stress fractures had began to show up back then. You were wondering what would happen first: Your stand’s destruction or your victory.

You were betting on your stand’s destruction.

You lost count of the chimes at this point. They were lasting all day. You couldn’t talk without the deafening chimes overshadowing your voice. You had to scream to hear yourself; It was only when you would receive bewildered stares would you remember that you were the only one that could hear the bells. Oh well. They’d forget by tomorrow anyway, right? Everything would go right back to normal tomorrow. You would open your eyes in that street once again only to see Kakyoin welcomed back with open arms and smiles. You wished he would have stayed in the hospital. He should have stayed and continued healing; Kakyoing could have been safe and sound, and maybe you would have been the one to die instead. 

Maybe you would have died instead.

----

You felt oddly at peace. Even with the chiming bells to serenade you into hell, you felt as if you were floating. Second Chances was on its last legs, you could see it, you could feel it. You had enough strength in you left for one last fight and you hoped that you would make this one count. You had no choice, Kakyoin’s life depended on you. If you were able to buy him enough time to change his plan, then maybe that would be enough to change his course. 

“Well buddy” You sighed, eyes locked on the bulky silhouette of none other than Dio himself, “Here goes nothing” Your stand made a wonky ticking noise in response and you finally left your hiding spot. 

This was a suicide mission. It didn’t appear as if you had much of a choice anymore though. You had tried over and over again to save Kakyoin and yourself, but every single time he died in the same gruesome way. You wanted your happy ending, you wanted to walk away hand in hand with your beloved but maybe it was time you realized that maybe you just weren’t meant to have your happy ending. Second Chances gave you the ability to complete an objective, to fix a mistake. You were never guaranteed to walk away unscathed.

“What’s this?” 

You held your chin high as Dio turned to focus on you. An immediate cold chill ran down your back. Maybe this was what was meant to be.

There were the bells again.

“I knew you were delusional but facing me alone? You must have a death wish don’t you, you fool” Golden eyes gleamed at you in the streetlights. 

As you approached the vampire you wondered how quick your death would be. Dio was a sadistic son of a bitch and you’d be surprised if he spared you the slightest bit of mercy. Of course, that would only mean that you weren’t worthy of his time and that defeated the whole purpose. The others needed time and if you went down in a couple of minutes, well that would be pathetic.

“You’re awfully quiet. What? Are you scared? If you’d like I’ll let you run away, so you can show everyone just how much of a coward you are”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You asked, finally finding your voice. “I bet you’d love to watch me run away just so you could kill me with my back turned. I hate to tell you Dio but if you’re going to kill me then you’re going to look me in the damn eyes.” 

“I’ll take pleasure in feeling your final breath leaving your body” You were greeted by a fanged grin, followed by The World lunging straight at you, going for the kill immediately. You hardly had time to brace Second Chances in front of you, grunting at the force of what felt like a truck running you over.  

Your teeth pierced your lip as you tried to hold back a scream as your left arm snapped with little resistance. You knew you were in bad shape but this was fucking ridiculous. With your injured arm clutched close to your chest you managed to dodge under a punch that probably would have killed you and took off in the opposite direction. If you’d learned anything from Joseph it was how to run.

And you ran like hell. 

You weren’t stupid enough to run back into the lion’s den, and if you were being honest your distraction plan flew right out the window as soon as your arm snapped. Your stand didn’t aid you too much physically so you were on your own as you sprinted through the back alleys of Cairo, distinctly aware of the predatory presence looming not far behind. So this was how he was going to play the game. He could kill you at any moment but he was taunting you. Dio stayed just far enough to set you on edge, but unfortunately all it really did was piss you off. 

“Come on bastard, let’s fucking fight then,” You growled

Here goes nothing.

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The car was too bright. If he wasn’t painfully aware of the throbbing in his head and entire body Kakyoin would have thought that maybe he was dead. As far as he knew, though, Heaven didn’t look like an ambulance and didn’t smell like antiseptic. All things considered he could have been in worse condition. He was battered up to all hell but compared to Polnareff next to him he was in great condition. He had to give him credit, Polnareff had been through hell and back but he was still kicking. 

The two of them were in Car 1 headed straight to the hospital while Jotaro and the crew in Car 2 still had to get rid of Dio’s remains. He could hear from the squawking on the radio that they were attempting some sort of transfusion. It was easy to hear Jotaro’s voice boom out over the speaker and even half dead, Kakyoin managed to smirk. To anyone else Jotaro sounded pissed beyond belief but the redhead knew better; The other teen was worried sick about his grandfather but would never verbally admit it. It was kind of sweet.

Now there was only one member left missing.

They hadn’t seen you since the fight with Dio began. Kakyoin could have sworn that you had been keeping pace with himself and Mr.Joestar but once they made it to the rooftops you were nowhere in sight. That had been hours ago and any attempt to locate you had turned up empty. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have some sort of divination power like Mr.Joestar. Even if it was for the worst he couldn’t stand not knowing where you were. 

“Kakyoin, you need to get some rest. Your body has been through a lot.” The medic said softly, as he checked over his vitals again. 

All he was able to respond with garbled nonsense, although to himself it sounded more like, “Where’s (Y/n)”, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Maybe he should rest.

The medic could only spare him a sympathetic glance before the radio buzzed to life once more. 

“Car 1, this is Car 2. How fast can we get a third car on scene, we think we’ve found a body. It’s looks to be (Y/n) (L/n)” 

Now that got his attention. Kakyoin groaned as he sluggishly turned on to his side, pulling at his IV in an attempt to maneuver himself into a sitting position while the two medics tried to force him back down. “Let me talk to them! I have to talk to (Y/n)” He cried, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, whether it was from the pain or the relief of finding you, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he needed to tell you how much he loved you, he had so much he needed to say! He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know you were okay.

“P-please, just let me… I ne-need to tal-” He couldn’t keep this up much longer, he could already see the black cloud swimming in his vision.

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was “We can’t get a pulse. (Y/n) (L/n) is dead”

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When you felt yourself begin to come to you were expecting to hear the sharp ringing of bells. You expected to feel the hot Egyptian sun beating down on you and to open your eyes the Crusaders once more.

You didn’t.

Instead of bells you could hear the beeping of a heart monitor. Bright, fluorescent lights blinded you from behind your eyelids and you could feel the scratchy hospital bed sheets underneath your arms. That was weird, this wasn’t part of the loop.

This wasn’t part of the loop.

You shot up in bed with a gasp, immediately crying out when you felt what must have been stitches pulled with the rushed movement of your back. The next thing you noticed was your arm wrapped tightly in a plaster cast..oh yeah. You slung the blanket over yourself pausing when you looked down at your legs. From the knee down your right leg was solid metal. You gave an experimental flex of your toes, cringing at the way the contraption looked. What had even happened to you? You couldn’t remember anything past having your back slashed open. You had attempted to blindside Dio during the chase but he’d ended up nearly fileting you. You were confused on how you’d even survived in the first place. 

You were caught off guard by a startled noise beside you. Familiar red hair greeted your vision and oh god, was that a beautiful sight to see. Kakyoin was staring back at you with wide violet eyes as if he was staring at a ghost. The teen was reclined in a wheelchair, his body covered in bandage upon bandage. It was obvious that you hadn’t prevented him from getting hurt but he was still with you, that’s all that mattered to you.

  “You’re awake…” The teen murmured in disbelief, tears already begging to drip down his cheeks as he rolled himself closer to your bed

“Oh come on, you’re acting like I died or something” You hummed with a laugh, faltering at Kakyoin’s grim expression.

“The last thing I heard before I passed out was that you were dead” Your love mumbled, hands clasped together in his lap. “I thought that I’d missed my chance to tell you just how much you mean to me. I thought- I thought you were-” 

“Hey..” You began softly, reaching your uninjured hand towards him, smiling when he took it. “You should know better than anyone that you can’t get rid of that easily. Besides, I always get my second chance” You smiled, bringing yourself to press a kiss to his knuckles. 

“You don’t understand how scared I was” Kakyoin whimpered through a laugh

“Oh no,” you ground out, “I think I’ve got an idea”

“Hey Kakyoin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you cover my leg back up? It’s starting to creep me out.”

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May I request bucciarati gang headcanons with a female s/o that is a maladaptive daydreamer which also makes it hard for them to focus? I'm like this and I noticed that I daydream much more often when my family's fighting again and I feel lonely and sad, because nothing's more comforting than feeling loved and comforted by somebody—even if they were not even real. I also sometimes talk out loud to myself during my daydreams and make expressions. This just got a little creepy...I'm really sorry.

Hey, daydreamers gotta look out for each other, right?

It's okay to have a bubble to escape reality, my beautiful gangster.

Bucci gang w/ a daydreaming S/O.

Bucciarati:

It's a bit of another stress for him.

But that's just because he's scared to lose you if you don't focus on the missions or don't listen to instructions properly.

When you're all together and he sees you stay in your corner, staring off into the distance, he just comes up to you.

He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head gently. He knows what you're thinking of.

"We're your family now, you don't have to think about the past anymore, amore."

He makes you feel so loved and so at home, you feel like a new life began for you.

Will be touchy with you if needed and his touches are so gentle and tingly, it makes you crave his presence and you immediately focus on him.

"Eyes on me, carina. Listen to my voice."

Yes capo.

He never judges you, no matter how much you feel like a weirdo. Still, he is a bit of a tease about it.

"Are you perhaps dreaming about me~? Now, don't be shy I'm just teasing you."

Abbachio:

Surprisingly, he was a lot like this too.

Before he met Bruno, he was still tormented by the memories of his partner, and he still is to this day.

He realizes very soon that it may be a sign of PTSD and he wants to help you recover.

There's only so much he can do, but he's very down to earth, and know to bring you back the moment he notices that dull, dazed look on your face.

"Snap out of it, Y/N. You're with me."

Has convinced Bucciarati to let him be your designated partner.

Is always open to talk about what's making you feel so blue over a glass of wine, or any drink of your choice.

You get into a dissociative state and he doesn't waste any second putting his headphones on your ears, pulling you close.

You're pleasantly surprised to hear some alternative Rock music that's neither too aggressive, nor too soft.

Abbachio is a big comforting figure for you and he makes you feel understood.

Giorno:

When he learns about it, he is so intrigued.

He can be a bit dreamy too, but he's impressed by how easy and quickly you get out of focus.

He knows it can be dangerous on missions, so he tries to do something to make sure you keep your head in the game.

"Hold my hand and don't let go, Y/N."

He gives your hand gentle squeezes and if you don't squeeze back, he just squeezes harder.

He sees you frown and pout when you dream of something that is upsetting you and he makes flowers pop out in front of you.

He loves it when you jump and flinch, especially if you were talking softly to yourself.

"I love that distraught look on your face. It's adorable."

May or may not prank you by putting spiders and snails over your hands to wake you up.

He apologizes right after, but he still keeps on doing it.

Braids your hair until you wake up, surprised when your hair is a mess of african braids bundles and twists.

Mista:

Super fun about it.

He knows it can be serious, but he is a big jokester about it.

Everytime he sees you don't pay attention anymore

"WE'RE LOSING HER, WE'RE LOSING HER, STAY WITH ME Y/N DON'T GO TO THE LIGHT. DON'T. GO. TO THE LIGHT!!!"

He is so stupid it makes you laugh and forget what you were even dreaming about.

If he's not there, Count on the pistols to come harass you and snap you out of it, because at this point, you might as well be their mom.

He lends you his gun and makes you practice shooting.

He swears it's to help you learn to focus on the target and stay still!

But that's probably an excuse to come behind you and hold you close to his body as he corrects your stance.

"Hmm? You know you shouldn't be so absent-minded around a man. Who knows what I might do to yo-owowow!! I WAS JOKING STOP HITTING ME OW-!"

True to his words. Will, and has kissed you when you expect it the least.

Narancia:

This boy won't ever leave you alone.

If he ever sees you distancing yourself from the group and look all gloomy, he will DRAG you to them, whether you want it or not.

Loneliness? With Narancia? Don't even dream about it.

"Huehuehue, get it??!! “Dream” ! Krrrrkrkkr Pffftt!! Hahaha!!! I'm so damn HILARIOUS!"

He is always finding new ways to stimulate you so you don't start dreaming off and lose focus.

You start looking off to somewhere and he immediately grabs your arm, telling you to rate his rapping skills or whatever.

"Hey Y/N, you want me to teach you a super cool choregraphy?! It's called Torture dance, check this out!"

He just won't shut up and comes right up into your face obnoxiously.

"Pay attention to meeeee!"

May not fully grasp the extent of your struggle, but he definitely wants to take advantage of it to cheer you up and make you forget.

Sometimes he leans against you and joins you in, cuddling mindlessly with you, dreaming in each other's arms.

Fugo:

At first he is so infuriated and frustrated with you.

Why wouldn't you just focus? You were even worse than Narancia!

But when he notices how solitary and quiet it makes you, he can't help but relate.

He doesn't know what to do, but he is a good teacher and he will make sure his students focus.

He may be a bit harsh on you sometimes, but inside he is so curious.

You are such an enigma to him, he wants you to share all the secrets lying in the depth of your mind.

You show him a bright smile, sheepishly telling him to repeat what he said, but he's just so desperate.

What's on your mind? What are you dreaming of? What lies beyond your silence? What could possibly be more important than the current mission?

He finds little exercices to train your brain into focusing more. He gives you puzzles to do and makes sure you don't give up trying.

He grabs your face and makes you look into his eyes. He doesn't let go until you get flustered and blushy. But he's proud that you're making progress.

"You actually did it, I'm... Impressed..."

If you complete a task without losing focus, who knows, he might reward you...

Trish:

When you tell her you tend to doze off into daydreams, she can't help but wonder.

"Creative people and artists are big daydreamers! What's your thing, bella?"

Asks you if you draw, or dance, play music or anything creative, and if you do, she absolutely wants to see your work!

May join you with singing if you do something related to music.

She teases you a bit when she notices you're not focused and start making expressions.

If you start mumbling, she leans in close to listen to you, and joins in the 'conversation'.

"Girl, same. I agree, hmm. Hmm. Ugh, I know, right? Hate when that happens."

She doesn't even know what she's even agreeing or responding to, but just looking at your confused expression afterwards is a sight to behold to her.

If you happen to smile in your daydreams, she's in heaven. You just look so cute when you lose yourself, she wants to snap 20 pictures.

She comes up from behind you and softly blows on your ear to see your reactions and you surely don't disappoint.

"Aww you're blushing like a little rose!"