Y/n: I'm Gonna Give You Five Minutes To Explain Before I Snap Your Neck

Star Platinum Stalking (He Means Well!)

Stands are manifestations of the user’s desires right?  Haha I feel like Star would be much more forward than Jotaro, only because he knows no shame.

I’m writing with Part 3 Joot in mind

Stalker Star Platinum and Jotaro x reader 

There it is again.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement, you see it… or him?  A large purple-skinned man.  He disappears every time you so much as blink, but you figured out recently that if you pretend like you don’t see it and don’t directly look in its direction it will stay.  The first time you saw it, you thought you were going crazy.  The second time too.  And the third.  The fourth time you spotted a flash of purple you were forced out of denial.  The feeling of eyes on you gets more and more oppressive every day.  There’s faint chill shuddering down your spine, but something else accompanies it, a sense of familiarity.  It’s been a week, and you finally decide to voice your concerns so at least someone knows something when you inexplicably get kidnapped.  On the way home from school, you bring up the topic.

“Hey Jojo?  I think I have a stalker…” Jotaro adjusts his hat, and spares you his signature stoic look.

Jotaro’s mind is racing.  He feels like he’s back on the trip to Egypt, paranoia taking over.  Anyone and everyone is a threat and possible stand user.  How could he be so foolish to think that he was safe after he killed Dio?  Who is it?  Who found out?  He was so careful to hide his feelings.  Jotaro Kujo doesn’t need love.  Jotaro Kujo doesn’t need a weakness like that.  Women are annoying bitches that’s all.  Every last one of them.  But he looks at your bright eyes and finds his heart clenching.  Squashing the feeling, he vows to catch whoever is stalking you.  At the very least, he will protect you.  If he can’t give you love, he’ll make sure you’re safe.  

“I’ll keep you safe.”  And that’s the end of it.  You wonder if Jotaro just wants to shut you up so you stall a bit out of nervousness before speaking up again.  

“I know this sounds crazy… but I keep seeing a large purple man out of the corner of my eye”

Of everything he was preparing himself for, this came out of left field.  

“Jojo?” You look back at your friend, who has come to a full stop.  

“Yare yare.” he pulls the brim of his hat lower and pulls out a cigarette.  The pieces have come together.  After all, the saying that stands are a manifestation of the user’s desires aren’t based off nothing.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Some imaginations about Lily's return

https://x.com/2_33ersansan/status/1761340336477986855?s=20

James: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Peter: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having James for dinner.

Mary: What is wrong with you people?

Sirius: Shut up, chocolate.

Thinking about Kyojuro’s hands…

He doesn’t like to admit it, but there are times where his hands struggle to pick up his blade and simply hold it. It comes with age, he thinks, though he isn’t ready for the thought of retirement even as his forties approach within the next few years. Kyojuro doesn’t let it show even as he forced himself to pick it up and run the same drills he grew up doing with his father. He holds it with both hands, his jaw clenched as he refuses to acknowledge the slight cramping in his wrists and knuckles, working himself to the point he knows he has to stop.

Usually you have to be the one to call to him to make him rest. You were busy with something else even as he dropped his arms and closed his eyes with his face turned towards the sky; the sun setting behind him. His frustration was subtle, but those who knew him could see it clearly in the way his brow twitched. Sighing, he removed his other hand from the hilt and flexed his fingers, looking down as his veins and ligaments protruded momentarily through his skin with the movement. He repeated it with his other hand until he heard your voice call his name.

“Kyojuro?” He looked up to find you wiping your hands, stepping off of the engawa to walk towards him. The blonde smiled, however the corners of his mouth gave his pain away. Concern laced your features and his face fell, he simply hated worrying you. “Sheath your sword.” He did as you said without question, he didn’t even bother to protest when you took one of his hands. You could feel the way it trembled and you held a knowing look within your gaze. Without a word, you gathered his discarded uniform shirt from the ground and ushered him along with you back into your home.

“My love, I’m—“

“If you dare say that you’re fine, Kyojuro Rengoku, I will swat you on your head.” You glared back at him, though the look didn’t last very long as you led him to your shared room. He shut up, though, and couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face. The further into the house you went the more he could hear the voices and giggles of your children, the pitter patter of their feet rushing across the floor faint as they played.

Pulling him into your room, you pushing him to sit on your bed. “But dear, I’m—“ you shot him a look, daring him to further protest. He simply accepted it. “Okay, okay.” Ruby and gold hues watched as you moved about, gathering the things Shinobu had prescribed to rub into his skin wherever it hurt to alleviate the ache and swelling. You perched yourself beside him, setting a couple jars on your thigh to have them in reach as you took one of his hands.

Truthfully, it always felt wonderful as you massaged his palms and his fingers, the way yours moved effortlessly across his skin and down to his wrist. You traced the veins, not minding his callouses or crooked knuckles from years of hard work. “Kyo, perhaps it’s time.” You hummed, glancing up at him as you rubbed the cream between his fingers.

He scowled then, but didn’t pull away. “Who will fill my place in the mean time?” He asked, only getting an exasperated sigh from you.

“There are plenty of other Hashira to take over your duties. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are always more than happy to do so. I almost lost you once, Kyojuro,” you say as you poke his cheek just under his blinded left eye. “I will not let you work yourself to the point you’ll get yourself killed because you dropped your sword. Your children need you, and I do too.”

What choice did he have when he knew that you were right? He didn’t like it, but… “I will speak to the Master, then.” Kyojuro leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Better I retire now and spend the rest of my life here, right?”

“Maybe you’ll get a little fat.”

He bellowed a laugh,” Now that would certainly be a sight!”

y/n: are you a dog?

sirius: well, yes, i am actually-

y/n: no, like, in spirit

sirius: ...

sirius: why

y/n: you fucking bit me in your sleep

Y/N: "I made you a flower crown!"

Daryl: "Do I look like a little girl to you?"

Y/N: "Okay, sorry." *tries to take it back*

Daryl: "Don't touch my flower crown."

Yamaguchi: Kageyama has been better behaved recently.

Daichi: That's because Suga bought a dog training manual.

Yamaguchi:... You're kidding.

Daichi: I am not.

Dark zoro (◣∀◢)ψ

Day 5: Food

This one's very rushed, sorry, lol. Hope the sibling havers can relate to this one