Hello darlings! If you're new here, I'm Sona, I'm 19 and I write all sorts of things, nice to meet you! :)
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I have decided that, since I want to take requests, I have to make some rules cause maybe some people are afraid to request to not do something wrong. Plus some yandere and fluff prompts I like which you could choose from. (I will take other prompts as well, you just have to mention them). So here they are!
Rules and what I write for:
Mention if you want headcanons or one shots. Also mention the prompt(s) (its number or, if it isn't on my list, just write it)
Maximum 3 prompts;
I'll do poly relationships;
I mostly write for GN reader or fem/afab. If you want male reader, please mention;
Name your character and the part they appear in, if they are in multiple parts (ex: Jotaro);
I won't write about suÂĄcide, homophobia, transphobia, incest or topics like that. If you are homophobic, transphobic, a purist, a proana, thinspo/fatspo, etc. please get off my page right now;
I'll write for Jojo's Bizzare Adventure, Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen (not finished atm, will update when I do finish), Demon Slayer.
i pick my right to refuse requests!
I will write nsfw and about kinks, just request and I'm doing it (as long as I'm comfortable, if I'm not, I will announce you);
If you are a minor, please be careful about the 18+ content. I won't block you, since many people could be lying about their age here, but please think twice before reading;
Prompts <3
Yandere prompts
"They might be a problem. But, worry not my love, I'll take care of them soon"
"I'll do whatever it takes, if it means you will be mine forever, sweetheart"
"Do you really think you have a choice?"
"If would you just do what you're fucking told, we wouldn't have a problem, would we?"
"You are going to do what I tell you to"
"Come on, smile for me, beautiful"
"Don't cover up, I want everyone to see that you are mine"
"Every single cell of your worthless body belongs to me, got it?"
"What's with the change of attitude? You've been so good lately, do you really want a punishment?"
"I need you more than I need air."
"Without you, my life is meaningless, please, don't leave me."
"I knew you liked them more than me, you wanted to replace me with them, didn't you?"
"Those friends of yours are only keeping you away from me."
"You are fucking mine, what's that hard to understand? Nobody can have you, except me"
"I hate seeing you cry, but that's what happens when you don't listen to me.."
"I'm going to always be here for you"
"What's wrong in trying to show my lover how much I love them?"
"Just give in to me, I'll take care of you."
"I'll do anything to protect our relationship from anybody that tries to ruin it."
"Next time they touch what's mine, not only their finger will be cut off."
"Take your clothes off before I rip them off you"
"You don't understand, do you? If I didn't kill them, they would've taken you away from me!"
"If you ever try something like that again, I'll lock you up and throw away the key, do you fucking understand?"
"Is it so hard to love me back?"
"When they look at you, I want to stab their eyes out."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you, understood?"
"Did you really think your stupid plan would work?"
"You can't get rid of me."
"I know everything about you, I can read through you."
"I only think about you"
"I'm so in love with you."
"If you don't kiss me already, I will kill you."
"Tell me how much you need me, baby. I need to hear it"
"I'll go as far as craving my name on your body if they don't get the hint already."
"Why are you so sad, don't you want to be with me?"
"Of course I'm fucking angry, slut, you let them touch you!"
"I fucking love it when you cry out my name."
"I know it's hurting baby, I fucking love it.."
"I do everything you want. I protect and provide for you and that's what I get in return?"
"I have you wrapped around my pinky and I fucking love it."
"I could kill you right now, how does that sound, hm?"
"You know, you can love me. Please, love me."
"Don't test me."
"You didn't even see the worst I can do."
"You think this is jealousy? Believe me, buttercup, I'm worse than this when I'm jealous."
"I want to tell you I love you until my throat hurts"
"It's not a punishment, darling, it's a lesson."
"Make that pretty mouth of yours useful"
"You aren't allowed to see them anymore."
"That's right, scream my name until you forget yours."
"You asked for it, now take it."
"Be good for me, I don't want to see you cry this time"
"Friends? Family? You don't need them, you have me"
"You're so innocent, only for me to destroy"
"Come on, give in to me, just like that"
"You're so vulnerable, I love it."
"Say that again, I dare you"
"Next time you misbehave, I won't be this nice."
"Stop yelling! You have no clue what you're saying!"
"You weren't supposed to see me like this"
"I missed you so, so much, did you miss me?"
"Don't make me repeat myself"
"You can't get out of this one with pretty doe eyes and some begging."
"Talk to me, please."
"Since you seem to know everything, why don't you know when it's time to shut the fuck up?"
"Or maybe I should break your legs...That way you won't ever run away from me again"
"I'll never let you leave me"
"You can run, you can hide, but when I get my hands back on you, you'll regret it."
"Look at my face. Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"I can make the pain go away, babe. Just say the words."
"When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever the fuck I want with you."
"You love it when I do this, don't you?"
Fluff prompts
"This world doesn't deserve an angel like you"
"Don't worry, I'll always be here for you."
"I'll never leave your side. That's what friends are for, right?"
"I knew I loved you since you helped me back then"
"Should we try it, love?"
"Let me prove you that you are perfect"
"You don't need them sweetheart, you have me and your other friends!"
"You're so cute" "What did you say?" "I said you look like a boot"
"Why are you in my clothes? Damn they look so cute."
"Why are you looking at me like you want to kiss me?"
"Please, I need to hug you so bad."
"Shut up, idiot."
"You know you love me"
"Does this look good on me?"
"My mom said she loves you"
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Come over whenever you want, please"
"You are so cute when you smile."
"Do you want to dance in the rain?"
"I cooked your favorite meal"
"I went out to buy you a present and I totally forgot about our date, I'm so sorry!"
"Oh, shut up and come here, dummie"
"You will always be my first choice"
"Stop talking about yourself like that, you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen"
"Don't leave me, please"
That's all, have a great day and, please leave requests! <33
uhhhh hi hello i wanted to tell all of you that i have gotten a handful of requests and, as much as i want to do them all, i cannot. because it's honestly overwhelming since i have another blog and a life outside my blogs too. i know, i have been rather inactive.
so i apologize profoundly if your request was ignored. i am really sorry, it's just that some of you give an INSANE amount of details that it's hard for me to understand....or there are others that give 0 details (but i can manage those better)
therefore, if i didn't make your request, i am sorry.
the requests i'm working on are:
@giornofeet (funny username tho) w/ Bucciarati Bruno with adopted! fem reader
anon w/ jojos x s/o with love languages as gift giving and acts of service
anon w/ teacher! giorno, abbacchio & bruno x student! reader
and
anon w/ bucciarati team needing reader to finish their mission in a karaoke bar.
the rest will be deleted since i either didn't understand them, either simply didn't like them. (there were around 10 or so)
Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.
This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.
Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)
happy (almost) 500 followers!
apologize it took so long.
Won't get away
(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)
It all started 5 years ago.
Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.
It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.
"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.
"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.
7 seconds left.
Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.
Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.
Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.
5 seconds left.
And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.
For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.
Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.
His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
4 seconds left.
His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.
They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.
3 seconds left.
You can't do good without sacrifices.
He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.
With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.
"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.
At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.
However, it was too late.
Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.
"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"
Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.
There was nothing he could do anymore.
Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.
You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.
You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.
Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.
Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.
It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.
She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.
"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.
"Stop."
"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelledâ
"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"
Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.
"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.
"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."
"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.
The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.
When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?
You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?
However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.
You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.
No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.
And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.
The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.
That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.
"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.
"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.
"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.
"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.
You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.
"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.
"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."
Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.
This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.
Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)
happy (almost) 500 followers!
apologize it took so long.
Won't get away
(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)
It all started 5 years ago.
Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.
It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.
"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.
"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.
7 seconds left.
Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.
Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.
Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.
5 seconds left.
And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.
For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.
Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.
His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
4 seconds left.
His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.
They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.
3 seconds left.
You can't do good without sacrifices.
He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.
With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.
"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.
At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.
However, it was too late.
Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.
"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"
Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.
There was nothing he could do anymore.
Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.
You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.
You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.
Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.
Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.
It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.
She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.
"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.
"Stop."
"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelledâ
"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"
Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.
"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.
"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."
"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.
The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.
When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?
You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?
However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.
You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.
No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.
And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.
The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.
That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.
"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.
"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.
"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.
"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.
You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.
"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.
"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."
Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.
This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.
Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)
happy (almost) 500 followers!
apologize it took so long.
Won't get away
(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)
It all started 5 years ago.
Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.
It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.
"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.
"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.
7 seconds left.
Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.
Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.
Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.
5 seconds left.
And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.
For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.
Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.
His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
4 seconds left.
His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.
They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.
3 seconds left.
You can't do good without sacrifices.
He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.
With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.
"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.
At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.
However, it was too late.
Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.
"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"
Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.
There was nothing he could do anymore.
Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.
You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.
You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.
Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.
Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.
It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.
She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.
"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.
"Stop."
"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelledâ
"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"
Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.
"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.
"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."
"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.
The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.
When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?
You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?
However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.
You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.
No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.
And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.
The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.
That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.
"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.
"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.
"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.
"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.
You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.
"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.
"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."
Hello there! Apologies if I sound rude! But may I request a scenario where Giorno and Josuke are hit by a Stand and act different?
Giorno acts hyper, bubbly and adorable while Josuke acts super shy, timid and cute? And Reader has to deal with all the cuteness?
Flip The Switch (Giorno Giovanna/Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader)
anon, u are offically my ˢáľáľËĄ bean. in your further requests *if there will be more, please sign yourself like that.
the images below represent both me when I read your request and saw how POLITE (and adorable) you were and y/n seeing josuke/giorno ily so much
also excuse that my requests are taking so long. i'm just lazy.
to anyone who requested something, I see your requests!!! and i am working on them, they will come...eventually haha
also, happy one year anniversary to this blog!
"You don't stand a chance against my stand, Y/N L/N!" bluffed the villain under the boss's command, Akari Massimo. He was a tall, light-skinned man, probably in his twenties. If you looked past his evilness, you would see a handsome young man, with golden eyes and a beautiful, healthy white hair, whose smile was nothing but sweet and charming. However...His power of turning one into its opposite wasn't that sweet and charming. His Stand, Flip The Switch, could turn you from woman to man, from sweet to mean, but worst of all...from powerful to weak. Of course, your lover could easily defeat him. The problem was...your lover wasn't there.
You were honestly scared. You weren't weak, but you weren't strong either, so you didn't know what his stand would do to you. You had to buy some time until him or his friends arrived. You couldn't risk it.
"Do you really think all that cheap talk will scare me? Oh please, I've encountered people way scarier than you!" you let yourself do what you knew the best: annoy people. He seemed one that loved his pride, and he wouldn't stand the fact that someone like you would dare insulting him like that.
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live! You have no idea what my stand, Flip The Switch, is capable of!" Massimo said and you huffed.
"What is it going to do? Turn me into a cat? Please, it sounds pathetic." you saw his left eye twitch and a satisfied smile crossed your face. "Actually, I wonder, if you use it on yourself, would it turn you into a clown or into the whole circus?" you gave him your sweetest, most fake smile.
You saw his stand appearing behind him and launching an attack towards you. You managed to avoid it, striking back, managing to scartch his face. "You fucking bitch, you scratched my handsome face! You'll pay for this!" he said and you swore you could see fume raising from his ears.
"Oh my..." you said, and before you knew it, another attack was right about to hit you, but...
âGiorno Giovannaâ
"Not on my watch." You heard Giorno's voice and, suddenly, he appeared in front of you, blocking the hit with his body. You gasped and your eyes filled with tears when, after a few seconds, he didn't get up.
"Giorno!" you voice broke and you felt like your knees would give out when you saw your precious lover laying on the ground while clenching on his stomach.
"Awh, what a shame. Poor blondie boy couldn't save his poor little lover." Massimo said mockingly and he was about to say something else, but you heard Giorno mumbleâGolden Experience Requiem.
"Uh oh...If I were you I would start saying my prayers." you said cockily and, before your enemy could react, he disappeared without a trace, probably trapped in the Infinite Death Loop. "Giorno, amore mio, are you okay?!" you rushed to his side, kneeling worriedly before him.
"Y/N..." he started softly and nothing seemed wrong...Until the blonde immediately crashed into your arms, hugging you tightly. "I missed you so much, tesoro!" Giorno yelled and you could swear you never heard him sound so excited.
"I-...Giorno, amore, are you okay?" you laughed and he hugged you tighter, laughing too. The moment you heard that, everything stopped.
Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione, laughed.
A sound so heavenly. You last heard him laugh more than two years ago. Giorno never laughsâall somebody, mostly you, can get out of him is a faint giggle. That's all.
You looked at him in shock and the blonde boy looked at you with a cute face, confused. "What's wrong, tesoro?" he asked in a smooth tone and he touched your cheek.
"...you laughed..." you whispered and a smile made its way onto your face. "It's been so long since I heard you laugh. Are you sure you are okay, amore?"
"I'm fine, promise. You don't have to worry about me." he said and his voice sounded ao tender, so smooth and soft, love-filled even. Although Giorno was never aggressive towards you, he never displayed his affection, and especially not in public.
You thought it was just the adrenaline and the fear of losing you making him act like that, but no. This kept going on for multiple days, Giorno acting the opposite of his usual personality.
In the small amounts of time you had alone, because, apparently, Giorno was extremly clingy, never leaving your side, you were thinking about what could've possibly happened for your dear boyfriend to act like this.
Then it hit you.
It was Massimo's stand.
Flip The Switch did that to your boyfriend.
Not that you complained, it was very cute to see your stoic boyfriend be a big baby, but...That wasn't Giorno. You had to talk with Bruno, to find a way...
Suddenly, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by your baby boyfriend coming home and directly jumping in your arms, whining about how much he missed you.
Giorno Giovanna, Italy's biggest man, was whining in your arms.
Yep, you had to do something about it.
âJosuke Higashikataâ
"Not so fast." Josuke's smug voice could be heard and his tall frame shadowed yours, blocking the Stand's hit with his body. You felt like the world stopped when you saw your boyfriend groaned in pain, taking a few steps aside.
"Josuke!" you yelled and turned him to you. "Are you crazy?!"
"In love, yes." he said smugly and chuckled, clearing her throat. "See? I'm all fine, don't..." he stopped and then scrunched his nose, as if a rush of pain went through him. "Oi, Koichi, Okuyasu, handle this guy f'r me!" Josuke yelled and his two friends nodded, fighting with Massimo.
The pompadour boy fell to his knees, coughing a little. You kneeled by his side, softly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him.
"My love, are you okay?" you asked sweetly, your soft hands caressing his hair. You were the only one allowed to touch the man's hair whenever you want without getting yourself killed.
"I-...I...I a-am okay..." he stuttered, the sound of his words coming out as breathy. You were relived to hear, but then it hit you. Your boyfriend just stuttered.
Josuke Higashikata stuttered.
He shied away from your arms, hiding his blushing cheeks. You frowned confused and you looked between him and Massimo. Quickly, you put the pieces together.
It was Flip the Switch's work.
"Josuke..." you whispered to him and you hugged him tightly. Instead of hugging you back, he squirmed shyly, as he did the first time you hugged him. It made your heart melt and you chuckled softly.
"Y-Y/N what...a-are you doing?" he whispered back.
"Hugging my boyfriend? Is there something wrong?" you chuckled and hugged him tighter, making him blush embarrassed.
"N-no...Everything is okay..." his voice was barely above a whisper and he hugged you back, awkwardly and slowly.
You chuckled and nuzzled your face in his neck. Maybe it wasn't that bad that he protected you from Flip The Switch's attackânow you can be the one who teases and makes him flustered.
Idk if youâre accepting requests but if you are I have something Iâve been think about for a bit now,,,
How about HCs for the bucciarati gang where the gang is teasing the member about reader but he denies it to get them to stop their constant teases (even though itâs obvious their in love with them) and reader hears it (because they walked into the room or something) and become sad/sulky and ignores them as a result like basically how each member would react to that!
If you can that would be awesome! Iâve become so obsessed with your writing so please continue writing for as long as it makes you happy cause I guarantee it brightens other peopleâs days as well! đ
Facade (Bucci gang x gn! reader hcs)
in which they are being teased about liking you...
bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, leone abbacchio // i currently have no idea what to write for mista, fugo nor narancia, please, give me ideas in the comments.
"Come on, man, just admit you like them!" Trish laughed and a sigh escaped past his lips. The man felt like one of the veins in his neck was about to pop. He despised being teased about his feelings towards you. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding them, but apparently, the whole gang knew except, well...you.
"No! I don't like them at all, shut up! We were, we are and we will always be only friends!" He yelled and, when he turned around to leave, he felt like his world was going to crumble. You were standing right there and the look on your face said everything: What you just heard completely broke your heart.
Without saying a word, you turned and left, and, from then on, everything went down the hill. You either ignored him for weeks or when you spoke to him, only a blunt coldness was showed in your voice.
âBruno Bucciaratiâ
Bruno felt his heart break every time you looked at him with such hatred...Well, at least on the times you looked at him. Because yes, there went weeks without you sparing him a glance;
And all of that because his friends just couldn't keep their mouths shut. That, and because he was too much of a coward to admit the fact that he did like you;
Bruno went from looking like the most put-together man to looking like one of those homeless people. Big, dark circles could be seen around his eyes from all the sleepless nights he had been thinking about how can he fix this. His hair was a mess. Wait, scratch that...He was a mess;
He decided he couldn't keep going with this facade and that you two needed to discuss it. You were adults now. You had to communicate;
Even if it wasn't at easy to do as it was to say, he abused the fact that he was the boss of the team you were in and called you into his office because of a "mission" he had to assign you;
"Are you going to tell me the mission, or do I have to sit here forever?" you spat five minutes after stepping into his office. "Take a seat, please," he said calmly;
"Tell me the mission." you insisted, and he sighed. "Sit down first." Bruno countered, and you rolled your eyes. The faster you did what he said, the quicker you would leave. The more you sat and looked at him, the harder it was for you to not let your tears flow, his words clear as fresh water in your head;
"There is no mission. We need to talk." The moment you heard that, you wanted to get up. "At listen to me, please." His voice sounded so...pained. You sighed and sat back down, a quiet way of telling him you were going to listen to him;
"Look, I know that the situation I put you in a few weeks ago was a painful one, hearing your friend say they don't like you at all...It is a pretty difficult thing to manage. I wish to say...It was all a big misunderstanding. I-" You raised a brow at that, your soft voice interrupting him;
"You mean that saying you indirectly hate me is all a misunderstanding?";
"Yes! I wasn't saying that I hate you...I was saying that I don't like you in...that way." You opened your mouth to talk back again, and he raised his hand to stop you. "Before you comment, let me finish. I was lying when I said I don't like you. I love you, Y/N. I was just scared of you not...feeling the same. And I know my friends, they can't keep quiet when they know something.";
You stared at him wide-eyed. No words were coming out of your mouth and only now you noticed the absolutely horrible state he was in. You don't think you've ever seen Bruno this stressed;
"I really...don't know what to say, Bruno. I'm sorry for reacting how I did, I just...I thought you hated me. And it broke my heart knowing the one I'm in love with hates me." You admitted and he gave you the same stare you just gave him;
"You mean you like me back?!"
âGiorno Giovannaâ
Giorno had no idea what to do for you to forgive him;
He was never good with expressing his love and gratitude for others, and he was especially worse at it when it came to you;
The day he met you was the day his world was turned upside down. He was ready to do anything it took for you to love him back, but it seemed that all his effort was crushed after his little outburst;
Everytime he tried pulling you away from the rest to talk to you, to explain you why he said that, to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder. And, with every cold, unamused gaze you gave him, his heart shattered;
Unlike Bruno, he couldn't just make you come to him. The only thing he could do was sit and watch you from afar. Sit and watch how pretty you looked when you laughed during those weeks, but it was never with him;
"Please, just look at me" was his thought every time you avoided his begging eyes. Quietly, Giorno begged you to look at him. To forgive him. And he never begged;
His only option was writing you letter. He wrote, and he wrote. The blonde poured his feelings and his explanations that you refused to listen to into words on a paper and slipped them into your purse, disguised as a ladybug;
He only knew that you read them when you showed up at his door at one in the morning, messy hair and teary-eyed. No words were spoken between the two of you, but you both understood what each other meant;
You crashed your body into his and he was there to catch you. He was there. And he will always be there for you, to soothe your pain, even if he was the cause;
As you sobbed into his arms, emotions overwhelming you, he rubbed your back and planted a kiss on your head. There were no words needed anymore, the two souls of yours were connected into one as both of you acknowledged and realized your feelings for each other;
"Now you finally know I love you more than anything in this world, tesoro."
âLeone Abbacchioâ
Abbacchio hated you. He really did;
He hated the way you made him feel love for the first time in years. He hated the way he loved your smile. The way he cherished every moment spent with you. He hated how he was always there, watching your every move, but not daring to step in. He hated the way you never backed away from him, the way you always searched for him and considered his opinions. And he absolutely loathed the way he was craving your presence;
Ever since that little...incident, should we call it, happened, it was like he was invisible again. You didn't even look at him, let alone talk or be near him the way you were before;
He wanted to curse at you, at his so-said friends who brought this upon him. It was only their fault, if they only knew when was time to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation. But, most of all, he wanted to curse at himself. For being such a coward and never admitting his feelings for you to himselft, let alone others;
And right now, for the second time in his life, Leone was desperate;
The only solution he had was drowning himself in alcohol. The substance he was so used to was his only solution to end his despair. He thought that, if he couldn't think, you would leave his mind;
But oh, how wrong he was. He found himself thinking even more about you. It's like you were stuck in his head, exactly like the roots of his hair were;
That's exactly why he was there, in front if your house, desperately knocking at three o'clock in the morning, desperately seeking you;
Annoyed by the never-ending sound of knocking on your door, you opened the door to your house, wondering who could it be at this hour. However, you certainly didn't expect seeing your usually stoic teammate, drunk and with such a look on his face;
"A-Abbacchio?! What are you doing here?" you asked and were met with silence. Pure, cold silence;
Without saying a word, he pulled you into his body, and this was the first time ever since you met him that he hugged you. Even if he didn't say anything, you somehow understood everything;
The silence was now comforting and, even if you had no clear explanation, you didn't exactly care at that moment. You could speak tomorrow, now, you just enjoyed his warmth;
i'm almost finished to do the requests i have now (2 of them lol)
but im so slow because i forget about them for days đ i apologize to the two people waiting for me to do their requestsđ
to answer your question, generally, i don't know how long it will take. it depends on multiple factors:
how long and complex is the request. for exemple, i have a request for a jolyne fic and the idea itself is pretty complex, it will take longer. the kars drabble i did a few days ago was also a request, it took me two or three days to complete it because, as i said, i tend to forget about my requests;
in which mood for writing i am;
how busy i am. summer is now approaching so, after i finish my school year, i'll have more free time => more posts;
how much i like the request. believe it or not, i tend to do the requests i like more or the ones that i find easier first;
if i play league or not. this might seem silly, but i spend most of my free time playing league lol;
sleepover with the bllk boys!! bonus points for my baby raichi <3 xoxo also donât worry about being rusty with non-hcs, it happens to the best of us baby â¤ď¸âđŠš
# STAY THE NIGHT
đ¤ bachira meguru ; raichi jingo ; itoshi rin x reader
⢠fluff, headcanons // what a sleepover with the blue lock boys is like <3
đ¤ BACHIRA MEGURU
Bachira is ecstatic when you agree to stay the night! He loves spending time with you, especially being able to cuddle you through the long hours of the night. So, Bachira is pretty much down to do anything as long as it means doing it with you.
You have the great idea of doing face masks together, to which Bachira eagerly obliges and waits for you to pull out the face masks from your bag. You tie his bangs back, kissing his forehead, before applying the pineapple scented face mask. He insists on doing yours in return, and you let him, giggling at his enthusiasm. He smeared the cool mask across your face, a content smile playing on his lips. You canât help the adoration that seeps into your gaze as he continues. When he finishes, he gives a quick peck to your lips and hums, âAll done.â
After the masks had dried and you both had taken them off, you could feel exhaustion start to spread through your body. Bachira ushers you into bed with him, quick to situate you both comfortably; by that, i mean he drapes most of his body over you, with his head resting on your chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Together, you just aimlessly scroll through your for you page on Tik Tok, laughing quietly and yearning for the delicious food that comes across your screen. Soon enough, Bachiraâs chuckles are replaced with small snores, and you take a second to admire how peaceful he looks as he sleeps. You leave a small kiss on the crown of his head, finding yourself also drifting off within the comforting warmth of his hold.
đ¤ RAICHI JINGO
Sleepovers with Raichi either go exactly how youâd expect them to or the exact opposite of what youâre prepared for. Your boyfriend is quite the character, so itâs best to expect the unexpected. That being said, his nighttime routine is actually completely tame (the unexpected). Your night starts with cooking dinner together, which ends up being Raichi doing most of the work because heâs a picky eater, but also a really good cook.
After you both finish your meals, you follow Raichi into the bathroom where you do your skincare routines. Raichi even has the headband with the cat ears on top, and he hands you a matching one (that he will never admit he bought for you specifically). He glances at you in the mirror as you both clean your faces, these small gazes not going unnoticed by you. While you rub the cleanser into your cheeks, he gives a little huff, âYouâre not doing it right.â He gently moves your face to look at him with a finger hooked under your chin and begins âfixingâ what you were doing. His ministrations are soft compared to his grumbles, and with him this close, you find it hard not to stare at his cute focused expression. After some seconds of this, Raichi pulls his hands away. âThere,â he mumbles. You can feel your cheeks burning a bit while you wash the suds away and dry your face. As you finish up, Raichi ruffles your hair and leaves the bathroom, hiding the scarlet that tints his skin.
Raichi makes a lot of room for you on the bed while waiting for you to settle in, though you still choose to cuddle into his chest. You watch as he sifts through different movies on the TV, putting on one that you know he doesnât care for but you love. The way your lips tug upwards is instant as warmth spreads in your chest. You glance up at him with an amorous glint in your irises, just admiring how sweet your boyfriend was underneath his gruff exterior. He catches your stare and meets it with one of his own, eyebrows furrowing as he asks, âWhat?â You plant a kiss on his lips before commenting, âYouâre just a big softie, huh, Raichi Jingo?â He turns his head away from you, though you still manage to catch his reddening cheeks as he mutters, âShut up.â
đ¤ ITOSHI RIN
Rin is so nonchalant about you staying over. He offers it up as if itâs obvious that youâd be staying the night, which you find rather amusing. You also find it kind of cute that sometimes he just assumes that youâre staying rather than asking (itâs because he wants to spend more time with you but he wonât actually say that out loud). So, these nights tend to be more spur of the moment things.
Rin offers to put on a movie, which you agree to and promptly forget the main genre of movie he consumes: horror. He is a rather big horror movie connoisseur, you noticed, as evident in the myriad titles of DVDs written in bloody font that sit on his shelf. He picks one out before turning to you and holding it up, a silent way of asking âthis one okay?â You nod, not knowing youâd live to regret that decision later. Itâs as if the movie had taken every horror aspect and packed it into two hours. Two dreadful hours of watching between the slits of your fingers and hiding your face in Rinâs shoulder. Rin was unaffected throughout the entire film, but that was to be expected, you suppose.
Unsurprisingly, you find it quite hard to fall asleep. Rin had already fallen asleep facing away from you, leaving you to think about the scenes alone. Youâre able to find some form of solace by scooting closer to him and resting your head against his back, just being close to him bringing you comfort. However, your movements happen to stir Rin from his sleep, and he turns his head a bit to groggily ask what youâre doing. You tense up, knowing youâve been caught, but take it as an opportunity to ask him for something. âI canât sleep because of the movie, could you⌠hold me until I fall asleep?â He rasps out a comment about you being a big baby before rolling onto his back for you. You donât waste time resting your head on his chest while his arms hesitantly wrap around you. Being in his arms immediately takes a great weight off of your chest, enough to make your eyelids heavy and drowsiness spread throughout your body. As you finally drift off, Rinâs hold on you tightens ever so slightly. Heâs relieved youâre able to fall asleep; now, you canât see how flushed he is.
note: raichiâs part might be ooc but thatâs okay ++ these turned out longer than i had anticipated but i hope you enjoy them nana!! <3 iâm so sorry these took so long to get out! and thank you for the kind words đ
summary ... you and bachira don't get along very well and blue lock cant have their best dribblers get into pity fights ! their solution ? to get you and bachira a 'get-along shirt' isagi ... he doesn't want his two best friends fighting
warnings ... fluff, small bickering between you and bachira, love confession? and some spelling mistakes probably :>
okaaayyy... you and bachira don't get along that well
but you had a good reason! very good reason, bachira was annoying, very annoying! no matter what you were doing he was there bothering you
you were eating? he was there
you were practicing? he was there
trying to use the bathroom? taking a shower? he. was. there.
it was obnoxious. he also asked you millions of questions about anything, 'what are you eating' 'why does your hair look like that?' 'do you always drool in your sleep?'
ok maybe you were overreacting a bit but the guy doesn't know what personal space is! always touching you, jumping on your back, and draping himself all over you
it got to the point where you had to manhandle him off of you! and that's when you started to whine to isagi about bachira telling him to get his little monster away from you!
obviously, isagi agreed and tried talking to bachira keyword 'tried'
bachira being the little demon he is, started bothering you more but thankfully not physically... he learned somewhat personal space after you hit him in his cheek
but isagi wasn't happy knowing his two best friends ... weren't happy with each other, weeell more like you weren't happy
you just didn't get why bachira bothered you more than the rest of the team!
why was bachira so obsessed with annoying you?
because thats how he got your attention. he was like a third-grade bully that had a crush on a girl with pigtails and would pull them to get the girl to notice them and pay attention to them
yep, that's what he was like
you didn't notice this, you thought he was just being a little shit
but isagi started to notice and so did the blue lock eleven players
plus bachira dropped his 'crush' on you to the team while they were practicing distracting him so that you could get a moment in the shower in peace
karasu suggested a 'get along' shirt to the other players while bachira was off bothering you and you ignoring him
"we should get them a 'get along' shirt" karasu suggested
"huh? what's that?" isagi asked, "it's like a huge shirt that can fit two people in them" hiori said
"it's like jail for two people, the idea is for them to get stuck together until they can learn how to get along," chigiri said
isagi raised his brows "its that simple?"
"sometimes it works aaaand sometimes it causes a bigger problem but I think it would be funny to see those two in a 'get along' shirt," karasu said while pointing his thumb behind him
you and bachira were bickering again like an old married couple
the team deadpanned at your little bickering match
"yeah let's do it"
"yep yep"
"hurry up! before [name] hears us!"
"where are we gonna get the shirt?"
"beg ego"
"oh"
you were in fact not amused in the slightest >:(
but bachira was! he was very amused, you've never seen him with such a wide smile before :D
both you and bachira were standing in front of your team while trapped in a large shirt with 'get along' written on the front with sharpie
"ok ego said that you two gota stay like this until you get along," isagi said
"..." you just stared at them with a deadpan look
bachira had a cheesy smile "ok! you got it boss!" he gave a thumbs up
again you didn't say anything but you did look down at bachira as he grinned happily back up at you "ready partner?"
you looked back up at the team ignoring bachira "traitors" was what you said to them, they all just waved at the two of you while leaving the room yelling encouragements to you
"niko ...how could you let them do this to me?" you whined at the younger team member but he just gave you a small smile and waved before leaving
it's been a total of twenty minutes
and guess what bachira has been doing? talking your ear off
you sighed and rubbed your right hand down your face bachira noticed this
you did answer some of his questions that you deemed to not be stupid and his face would light up like a puppy when its owner would give them a treat
you two made some progress actually!
you two weren't bickering as much yes there was a bicker here and there but overall it was a nice twenty minutes even with your pettiness
like in the first five minutes, you didn't want to sit down when bachira asked you
or move to a more comfortable spot
you just stood there and bachira didn't have enough strength to move you
but before he could start whining you dragged him to sit down comfortably
"heyy I have a question for you," bachira asked and you hummed
"why don't you like me?" you were taken back by his question
moving your eyes to his face and then your head to face him completely "I don't hate you" "that wasn't my question"
you looked confusedly into his eyes and shifted your body brushing most of the left side of it against his right
"I don't understand? like I said I don't hate you"
"well ... you're just so mean to mee" he whined while making his lips into a pouty duck style
you deadpanned "im not mean to you! you're just really annoying!"
"im not! and yes you are mean! anytime I try to get your attention you ignore me!"
"because im so used to you being a little shit! god knows if you'll try to make a fool of me!"
you turned your head away to the side away from him
"I just want you to notice me, you always praise the others and never me >:("
"there are other ways of getting my attention- and why would you want mine??" you asked while turning your head back in his direction
his eyes widen a bit, your hair was a little messy and it perfectly framed your face and you had a bit of sweat rolling down your face because of how hot it was getting inside the shirt
"bachira? heeeelloo im talking to you here"
"huh? oh- I-" he stopped himself ... again
he had a crush on you for some time but for some reason whenever he had a chance to confess to you his bravery was kicked out of his body like a soccer ball. he had no idea how you did this to him, making him so nervous and sweaty
but you never noticed how he acted around you, you would brush it off and move on and that's what bachira didn't like
he wanted you to notice how you made him feel! because he couldn't tell you, he had hoped you would notice eventually but you never did >:(
so instead of asking isagi to help him or write it down on a piece of paper and give it to you, he would just annoy you instead that was his plan
there was no logic to it but it worked in his logic
bachira anonoy you -> you get annoyed -> you bicker with him -> he gets attention out of it -> mission complete for today
but you started to make your own plan 'how to avoid bachira 101'
but it didn't last long before bachira came up with another plan to crash yours and after the first try you didn't bother making another plan, so mission complete for bachira :D
but bachira knew he could keep pulling your imaginary pigtails, sooner or later he has to tell you how he feels
bachira looked up into your eyes
you looked down at him confusingly
.
.
.
"I ... like you" bachira bluntly said
you raised both of your brows up "what?"
"I like you," he said again
you stared at him dumbfounded "is your way of 'love' being annoying? because I have to tell you that's not the best tactic"
he let out a big breath "you know how long I've been waiting for you to notice? your so blind..." he whispered the last part
you heard it obviously because of how close you two are
"what!? im not blind! you never gave me any hints!"
"I did!"
"no, you didn't! being annoying isn't a hint!"
"I was getting your attention!"
"it's not a great way to do it!"
"are they still bickering?" asked yukimiya
"yep it seems our 'get along shirt didn't work," karasu said
" 'our'? it was your idea.." niko said, "hey! m' not always right" karasu defended himself
"whatever"
isagi sighed he hoped that shirt got the two of you to be at least friendly with each other
but what he didn't know was that you and bachira got more than 'friendly'
additional time headcanons
you and bachira went on a small date after that
the others were surprised :O
you weren't bickering with each other
isagi was very happy
bachira stopped annoying you
for the most part
he started to annoy you for kisses
'ewww' most of the blue locks players would tease the two of you
"get a room!!" -karasu
boom! sorry for not updating here much :(
but I hope this little fluffy story makes up for it, Im not all that happy with it but hey at least its something
anyway, how do we like the new writing style? and the new header? I think it's pretty cool :D
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tags: gn reader, yandere, very brief implied nsfw, still ignoring GERâs canon limits, jjba but make it eldritch horror
Itâs a wonder that you can still find ways to get yourself hurt despite the many safeguards your captor has put into place. No razors in the bathroom, no glass in your room, no knives at the table unless he is with you.
Tonight Giorno has joined you for dinner, and the knife youâve been allowed to cut your food with proves itself to be a weapon in your sleep deprived hands. The blade only slips for a second, but itâs long enough slice deep into the meat of your finger, and you hiss as stinging pain races up your hand.
Giornoâs hands are on top of yours before you can even think to ask for help.
âItâs all right,â he soothes. âIâve got you. Iâll take care of it.â
His hand covers your bleeding finger and something in the air around you seems to shift. A change in the energy, intense and disorienting, and somehow familiar. A creeping sensation begins to overtake you, frigid like ice water dripping down your spine. Youâve felt this energy before.
It retreats only a moment later, leaving you swimming back to your senses in the quiet of the dining room. Giorno unfolds his hands and your fingers rest in his palm, perfect and unmarred except for the smear of blood on your skin. Your head spins.
âWhatâŚ?â is all you can manage in response.
Giorno looks at you contemplatively, choosing his words carefully as he thumbs over the skin of your fingers for as long as youâll let him hold them.
âItâs an ability Iâve had for most of my life,â he says. âI understand this must be disorienting for you.â
You want to ask him to explain what just happened, where youâve felt this before, and why this feeling of dread settled under your skin the moment he showed it to you. But Giorno stands and lifts you up with him by your newly healed hand.
âI should have noticed how exhausted you are,â he says. âI apologize. You must want to lay down.â
He begins leading you to your shared bedroom, and thereâs a finality in his tone that tells you he wonât be explaining what that was just yet. He leaves you in your bed with a final brush over your hand, and turns the light off behind him.
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Itâs late when you finally decide to forgo your attempts to sleep. The clock on your bedside reads â12:45 AMâ in faint glowing numbers, and Giorno has yet to join you in bed. You have a feeling that you know where to find him.
Padding softly to the door of his office and knocking twice, he calls for you to enter.
Itâs clear that he wasnât expecting to see you at all, much less clad only in the thin fabric of your night shirt. It brushes against the tops of your thighs and you tug the hem down as you step into his office.
âI couldnât sleep,â you tell him.
âI understand,â he says. âIâm sure youâre confused about what happened earlier.â
You take a seat in the chair across from his desk.
âI do have a lot of questions,â you tell him. âI get that you didnât really want to talk about it, but itâs keeping me up. And kind of, uh, freaking me out a little bit.â
Giorno takes a deep breath. âItâsâŚdifficult to explain,â he begins. âI suppose it was inevitable that you would learn about it eventually, but I donât know if it will bring you any comfort to hear an explanation.â
âGiorno,â you nearly whine, and his expression brightens at the sound of his name on your lips. It isnât something heâs had the pleasure of hearing often. It isnât often that you seek him out willingly for a conversation, either.
âIâm not going to be able to stop thinking about it. Can you just tell me what happened? Please?â
He looks at you with a torn expression and says nothing. You know he doesnât like denying you anything, but his desire to please you is second only to his need to keep you under his careful control.
âI wonât bother you about it again,â you add. âI justâI really need you to help me make sense of this.â
You need him, you said. You know that youâve won when his shoulders slump the tiniest bit, and he lets out a long breath. Giorno takes a pen from his desk and holds it up for you see. That energy permeates the air again, the one that you know but canât quite place, and before your eyes the pen begins to warp and twist into something else. A stem pinched between his fingers, a pale pink bud growing and unfurling into petals at the top. He places it into your hand. Itâs a flower. Delicate and beautiful where only moments ago it was mechanical steel.
Giorno smiles at your awestruck expression.
âThis is my ability. I can create any living thing out of inanimate objects.â
You look up at him with wide eyes. âYou can make anything?â
âNearly anything,â he says, pleased at your rare lightheartedness. âDo you have any requests?â
You hum quietly in thought, still thumbing absentmindedly at the flower between your fingers.
âWhat aboutâŚa frog?â you ask, your expression open and hopeful.
It occurs to you that this is one of the only positive interactions youâve had with him yet. Giorno is basking in this moment before you, clearly trying to mask how pleased he is with his usual composed demeanor. He plucks another pen from his desk and that same energy permeates the air again. It cuts through your mood like a knife, shocking you back into focus. You remember why you came here. Thereâs something wrong with all of this, and youâre going to find out why.
The pen becomes a frog in Giornoâs palm, and he motions for you to give him your hand. You swallow hard and hold it out to him, schooling your face into an expression thatâs as relaxed as you can manage. You want him in a good mood. You want him answering your questions.
He places the frog gently in your waiting palm, where it settles into the warmth of your skin. Itâs real, but your appreciation for the moment has been soured by the reminder of what you have to find out.
âItâs cute,â you say, and Giorno smiles at your praise.
âYou made an excellent choice,â Giorno says. âIâm partial to frogs myself.â
You donât know if youâve seen him looking so hopeful in all the time youâve been here.
âHow do you do it?â you ask. âIs it likeâŚmagic?â
Giorno laughs quietly and you feel almost like a child for saying it.
âItâs not quite magic,â he says. âAlthough youâre not that far off. Itâs more likeâwell, it comes from my soul.â
âYour soul?â you ask, not quite following him.
âYes,â he nods. âItâs my spirit, you could say. The manifestation of my will. It has the ability to create life, and if thereâs ever anything you want to see, youâre welcome to ask me for it.â
Giorno poses it as an offer to you, but you hear it for what it is. A request. Please come to me. Please talk to me. Please smile and laugh with me again. What a breathe of fresh of air this would have been, a break from the boredom and anxiety of your days, if you hadnât just begun to put the pieces together. Giornoâs spirit has powers.
âSo, if your spirit does all this, is it kind of like a ghost?â you ask.
âYou could say itâs something like that,â Giorno says. âYou canât see it, but itâs been here each time Iâve used it for you.â
A spirit that you canât see. A spirit with magical powers. You remember every night that youâve been here, every night that youâve felt haunted in the space of your own dreams, that lingering, otherworldly, familiar feeling following you into your waking hours.
You remember a voice like Giornoâs and piercing eyes standing over you. A spirit. Giornoâs spirit.
You must look like youâve well and truly seen a ghost, and you suppose you have. Giornoâs expression falls as he senses the change in your mood. He calls your name softly.
âIs something wrong?â
You canât be near him anymore. You place the frog on the table and stand, the flower falling somewhere at your feet.
âSorry. Iâm going back to bed,â you say, and as you whisk yourself away you hear his dim voice calling out to you in confusion.
You canât go back to the bedroom. Canât lay down and sleep where youâve been watchedâstalkedânight after night by this thing that has haunted you ever since you were brought here. Your legs bring you to a guest room, sterile and unlived in, and you drop to the floor against the pristinely made bed. Knees to your chest, bare thighs prickling in the cool air.
This is a nightmare. A waking, living nightmare. You canât let yourself fall asleep again, where that thing will be there, waiting for you as always. You imagine opening your eyes and finding yourself back in the void, with nothing but the presence of a monster you now know is real. You cannot. You will not. You have to stay awake.
You sit in the dark room until your exhausted body begins to betray you. How long has it been since you slept? Really slept? You sit until you begin to nod off and then you stand, and pace, and crouch with your head in your hands. Anything to stay awake.
You feel, for a moment, that oppressive energy filling the room again, but there is nothing there. You wait, and it fades, and you donât know if your sleep deprived mind has finally begun to unravel or if that thing has finally begun following you outside of your dreams.
â
Giorno isnât surprised when, by the time he finally retires for the night, he doesnât see you in bed. Normally he insists on you sharing his room, for your own safety, of course. He canât risk leaving you unattended all night. Tonight, howeverâŚhis gut tells him it would not be wise to search you out. No matter how much he wants to take you by your shoulders and have you explain what that was all about.
He folds himself under the blankets and falls into a fitful sleep.
He dreams about you. Or rather, he sees you and himself, living your lives together, as if watching a film play out before him. Thereâs a tug on his soul. What is his stand up to?
He sees you walking with him in his gardens. Chatting to him about the flowers you pass and the care youâd done for them that morning. You look happy. Not in the way you were beforeâbefore he brought you hereâbut in a way that approaches it.
Like a sixth sense, Giorno is suddenly aware of his standâs presence somewhere near him. The scene fades away from him like a tape being rewound, and then it rebuilds itself around him, different now.
He sees you crying in the bedroom, storming into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. It doesnât have a lock, but he knows you would be flicking it if it did.
âIâm doing this for your safety,â Giorno watches himself tell you through the door. Does he always look this tired? âI promise you, everything Iâve done is for your benefit.â
You sob quietly behind the door, and the world breaks down and rebuilds again.
He sees you and himself seated at a table in a restaurant. A public venue, where you shift nervously in your seat. Giorno places his hand over yours and you donât pull away.
âAre you all right?â he asks quietly. âWe can always go home if this is too much for you, carina.â
You shake your head and fluster. âNo! No, itâs ok. I think I need toâI mean, I just have to get used to it. Being out here again.â
Giorno watches himself nearly flinch, and feels the same pang in his own chest at the understanding that heâs made you so afraid of something so normal. A restaurant with people in it. People who arenât him. You curl your fingers into his and give him a shy smile.
âAnd I want to be here with you,â you say.
The world breaks down, the world builds up. Giorno catches sight of his stand over his shoulder, and calls out to it in the chaos.
âWhy are you showing me this?â
His stand meets his eyes for a moment, and then the world is rebuilt.
He sees you sitting across from him at the dinner table, pointedly looking anywhere but at his face. Looking like you could start crying in a second.
âIâm sorry,â he tells you. âIâll take you outside as soon as I have the time, but you know I canât allow you out alone when youâre acting like this.â
You donât answer.
Breaking down, building up.
He sees you sipping mocha from a mug he raises to your lips. You, cursing at him and declaring your hatred of him. You, sweaty and flushed beneath him. You, turning your back on him.
You. Bloody and broken.
Giorno has seen enough.
He wakes drenched in sweat. Sheets stick to his skin as he hauls himself up to sit on the bed, and he turns to face the window where his stand is illuminated by the pale moonlight.
âWhat was that?â he asks, nearly out of breath. It does not respond.
âWhat was all of that? Why would you show me this?â
The stand does not reply. It knows, and Giorno knows, that he already has the answer. That these are just a fraction of the countless outcomes of your lives together, his deepest desires, his greatest fears, and somewhere in between, the choices that lead him there. His stand watches him. Quiet.
âI know,â Giorno says. âI already know whatâs at stake. Iâm going to fix all of this, I just need time.â
The stand watches him. It doesnât need to speakâit doesnât ever speak to himâbut Giorno knows in his soul whatâs being communicated between the two of them.
Donât fuck this up for either of us.
Giorno throws the blankets from his body and takes a hair tie from your nightstand, imbuing it with the form of a butterfly and following it out the door. He leaves his stand in the room behind him. He needs to find you, now.
Everything he wants and everything he fears has been laid out before him, as vivid as anything else he has lived and breathed through.
One of these outcomes is destined for truth, and Giorno has never failed to reach a goal once set in front of him.
The butterfly comes to rest on the door to a guest room down the hall.
Giorno takes a long, steadying breath, and knocks.
ok but what about yandere giorno who gets jealous super easily to the point where he gets jealous of everything and everyone that has his darling's attention for more than a minute
and when they are meeting up with some of his friends one of them, i don't know, let's say fugo or a random character that you can create, is too touchy for his liking (let's say hugs darling too much or tries to be near them).
how do you think he will react? what will he do?
I live for jealous yans
tags: gn reader, yandere, possessive behavior
You are late coming into the cafe this morning. Or rather, you are a few minutes behind your usual routine, because you havenât actually agreed to meet Giorno at the little table by the window you love to sit at each morning. It shouldnât matter. Itâs only a few minutes. But this is the only time heâs able to speak with you, and Giorno has already been deprived of your presence for the last week.
Itâs a shame that Passione business often keeps him away for such stretches of time, and a greater shame still that you donât realize just how out of his way heâs gone to align his morning routine with yours. The warm mug of mocha in his hands is adequate at best. The coffee isnât the reason he comes to this place.
Another glance at his watch, another minute youâve yet to arrive, and he really doesnât have much time this morning before he must get back to work. He thumbs at the tube of chapstick in his pocket. Your favorite scent, the label peeling from its time spent in the pockets of your purse. He could imbue it with life, follow it straight to you, find out exactly whatâs happened to keep you away-
Ah. There you are.
Meandering distractedly down the street, deep in conversation with an individual he doesnât recognize. A man who tugs you to the side of the walkway to lean in close and show you something on his phone. You lean in as well, angling to see the screen, and your face is close to his. Too close.
Itâs a position Giorno has found himself in once before. Standing in line beside you as you wave him in to look at the newest pictures in your phoneâs gallery. He remembers the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth radiating from your skin, his arm nudging yours.
He knows exactly what this man is doing. Itâs what Giorno himself does every time he finds a way into your presence. The need to be near you.
Youâre laughing at whatever this man has shown you. The energy of it sends you curling into yourself, further into the space of thisâŚintruder. The man doesnât look away from you for even a second as you straighten and settle down, distracted again by whatever video is playing in front of you. Giorno knows the look in this manâs eyes. He knows, as well, that youâre as oblivious to it on him as you are of it on Giorno.
There is something cold settling into the core of Giornoâs chest. Frigid. Tight. Bitter. You look up at the man to chatter at him animatedly, and he leans against the wall behind him to gaze down at you with something not unlike infatuation. He settles into your space and his thigh touches yours. You donât seem to notice. You donât pull away.
Giorno stands and brushes smoothly past the doorway.
âAh, signorina,â he greets you as he crosses the street. âI was beginning to think youâd slept in again. And here I was thinking you wouldnât get to enjoy the croissant I saved for you.â
âOh my god. You did not,â you say, but your face betrays your excitement. For all your insistence against him paying for your morning meals, youâve never once turned down food from him.
âIt was the last one and I thought you might appreciate it,â he says. Giorno looks briefly at the man standing beside you, who straightens and casts Giorno a perturbed look. Itâs quickly wiped away as you turn to face him.
âCarlo, this is my friend Giorno. We both come to this cafe a lot,â you say.
Carlo gives Giorno a short smile.
âGood to meet you,â he says. âIâm a high school friend of theirs. (Y/n) and I got into a lot of trouble together, right?â
You roll your eyes at him. âWhatever. You got into trouble, I saved your ass before your parents could find out.â
Carlo gives you a genuine smile, and that tightness in Giornoâs chest returns.
â(Y/n) does seem to have a knack for doing charity work,â Giorno says. âI often have to remind them to pick their battles. Sometimes it isnât worth the effort.â
His friendly expression belies the barb in his words. Carlo looks at Giorno for a hard second, as if deciding whether or not heâs been insulted, and whether or not he should do something about it. Giorno takes the opportunity to turn to you again.
âShould I finish off your croissant myself?â he says. âI would hate for it to go to waste.â
âWhat? No!â you say, and pull away from Carlo with a laugh. âIt was nice catching up with you,â you tell your friend as you motion for Giorno to follow you. âIâm starving. But we should finish talking another time!â
Carlo nods and waves you goodbye with a look on his face that hasnât quite processed what just happened. In the span of a few seconds Giorno has snatched you up again, sparing one last glance at your interloper before turning on his heel and offering you his arm to cross the road.
Giorno holds the door open as you slip inside, falling straight into your usual seat at your usual table and digging happily into the food he left for you. He settles in with his mocha again, feeling the bitterness fade into a subtle thrum beneath his skin.
âI know what you were doing back there,â you say in between bites of food. âIf I was feeling bold today, Iâd say you were acting a littleâŚâ you place your finger to your chin in faux contemplation, fixing him with a stare thatâs chastising, but playful enough that he knows he gotten away with it. âJealous?â
Giorno hides his smile behind his mug.
âCan you blame me?â he asks. âItâs been far too long since I had the pleasure of your company. And your food was getting cold.â
You level him with an unimpressed stare as you chew your cold croissant.
âGiorno Giovanna. Youâre lucky I let you bribe me with food.â
He watches you, content, as you finish off your breakfast.
âAnd lucky that I let you run other men off when you havenât even asked me out yourself,â you add knowingly.
Giorno pauses with his cup midway to his mouth. His pulse skips, and for the first time he feels as if heâs the one under the weight of your analyzing stare. Itâs a nice feeling, to be held under the microscope of your undivided attention. He clears his throat.
âWell. In that case, youâll have to let me buy you dinner next. So you can tell them you have a boyfriend, and run them off yourself.â
You take a long sip of your coffee and smile at him. âI guess I will.â
The bitterness under his skin thrums quietly, but Giorno presses it down to bask fully in the light of your (finally, finally) shared affection.
Thereâs a phone in his pocket with a number that can take care of your interloping friend in minutes. There are any number of ways he can excise this miserable emotion from himself. A threat, an accident, a well-placed accusation of wrongdoing on your annoying new friend. Giorno supposes it will depend on his mood once he leaves you here.
But for now, he will let you ramble to him about the work day you have coming up, your plans for the weekend, your new favorite show. Heâll let you lean in close to him to show him that funny video, and heâll lay his hand over yours to steady the phone as you dip into his space.
Thereâll be time to figure out how to deal with this blight, after heâs satiated himself with the knowledge that youâre his, his, his.
The video ends and you curl your fingers into his, entwining your hands on the table.
