late
/lāt/
doing something or taking place after the expected, proper, or usual time
"he was late, just as always."
sdc x reader insert
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(she/her) pronouns are used.
I only own the (Y/n) (not you though), stand, and original plot points. All art is...
Images of (Y/N) are drawn based off of me, but it's just a placeholder -- (Y/N) looks like YOU or whatever you'd like (Y/N) to look like <3
First-person Point of View
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but we tend to be booked this time of year." We were in such a fancy waiting area of a hotel room, with beautiful lights adorning the ceilings and plants to add to the beachy atmosphere.
Currently, Mr. Joestar was trying to book us all rooms -- which was difficult, understandably, considering that a group of seven just came in looking for multiple rooms on such short notice and at a time of high tourism.
We were lucky enough to get three rooms, albeit on different floors. Now, we just needed to figure out who would share bedrooms.
"Avdol and I will share a room..." Mr. Joestar began grouping us off. Kakyoin joined in by claiming that he and Jotaro would also share a room because it made the most sense since they're both students and boys -- he added this at the very end to ensure I felt included in his decision-making for rooms. Kakyoin is such a sweetheart, and tried to make sure my feelings weren't hurt.
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"Then that leaves the last room to Polnareff, Y/n and Anne..." Avdol's voice trailed off, realizing Anne and I would be with Polnareff, who was a man. I don't think they thought this through fully. I didn't mind at all, but Anne seemed to think otherwise.
"HUH? You're kidding! Like I'd room with that guy!" Anne was still beefing with him, which was amusing on my end.
"Maybe he can just sleep on the floor or something!" I signalled to Anne and giggled at the thought of Polnareff being on the floor, freezing with toilet paper as a blanket while Anne and I were snug as a rug in the bed.
"What?" Polnareff was now annoyed with us both, probably thinking how unfair it would be if we got our way. Anne decided to pull her cheeks and make a mocking face towards him in jest at his response.
"Well, she and (Y/n) are both young ladies. Let's give them a room with each other. We'll actually take four rooms, please." Mr. Joestar handled the situation gracefully, which was funny considering that he acted entirely differently in front of us.
"Wow, Polnareff, you got off lucky there. A whole room just to yourself?" I nudged him in the side a few times, teasing him. He responded by ruffling my hair and grabbing his key. "I can relax more in my own room anyway! I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight!" He boasted.
"Babies wake up every five minutes, dude. I hope you do sleep like a baby, actually." Polnareff huffed at my statement and walked off, very gayly, I might add. I think it's because he's French.
I came to the conclusion that all gay people are French, or would it be vice versa? Either way, this was a breakthrough.
He got us to hurry up, which was also sweet. Definitely not his French side that was being kind. "We should hurry up and take a shower in a place where it's actually safe." I stealthily went to sniff my armpits, and lo and behold... Polnareff was right. I stunk. I really needed a shower. I just hope no one else can smell me.
