I MIGHT, the keyword here is 'might', reopen my request, when I do there will be an adjustment to my rules if I do and I will be adding new Fandoms to my list. (TO the people waiting for me to write their requests, do I will, I know it's taken a long while but in this time I've been quite busy. I have a bit of leeway round about now so I will TRY to push them out)
Oh I see... Sorry, I saw that crossover ship with Lapis from SU and I got confused ^^'
Would be ok Ame84 x Phos!Reader?
Otherwise it doesn't matter, Ty anyway^^
Teal and Violet:
★Synopsis: the relationship between you (Phos) and Amethyst 84
★TW: none
★Genre: fluff
★A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this, twin. But, I hope you like it.
★They couldn't exactly form the best relationship, being emotionally dependent to their twin, but they cared for you, deeply??? No...
★We're they all too close to you??? Nah...
★If anything they cared for you like an acquaintance. Not wanting to see something bad happen to someone they knew.
★Only after you were paired up with them could 84 get a better feel of your personality and they honestly found you charming. Your eagerness to learn and get better at patrolling.
★They only started feeling something like love after the whole Lunarian incident. Seeing you always checked on them, how guilty you felt. It made them feel cared for especially.
★The more they spent time with you, (exclusively whenever the two of you were free) the more they felt a warmth in their, usually cold, solid chest.
★They didn't understand this at all so after asking their twin and getting nothing, they decided to ask Congo about it.
★love" "infatuation" the words that Sensei used to describe Amethysts feelings.
★Amethyst always tried to spend more and more time with after that consultation, feeling warmer and warmer each time. They think you feel the same (You do)
★You two have this unspoken, and almost sacred relationship. Always preferring the others presence. Cold chest warming up around each other.
may i request the Stardust Crusaders (romantically sans old man Joseph, can’t have him cheating on Suzie again 💔) with a reader who is obsessed with fashion? reader takes any opportunity on the way to Cairo to stop and shop, insults enemy stand users outfits all the time, and loves matching with their s/o!
tysm!
★Chic★
☆Synopsis: romantic!Stardust Crusader (platonic!Old Joseph) x fashionista!reader.
☆tw: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! Otherwise, nothing, just fluff
☆Genre: fluff
☆A/N: (its been like... a year, oopsie) oof... sorry it took me so long to answer anon, but anyways here it is, I hope you like it!!!
Jotaro Kujo:
☆It's what first catches his eye when he saw you.
☆The bling, the glamor, the extravagance
☆He sees it as excessive at first, but he isn't one to speak (the chain)
☆He was able to tolerate you more when you two began to know each other (either through the journey to Egypt or at school, via a mutual acquaintance)
☆He finds it a bit annoying, the way you stick out like a sore thumb drawing attention to yourself. Perhaps he's projecting how he feels about conducting himself.
☆But then he gets used to it, fond of it even.
☆The glitz the glamor, it's so you, it makes you, you.
☆He says he could do without you trying to get him to try on different accessories, but he feels opposite.
☆He was shocked when he first saw you matching his outfit. Sure, he pretended to be unaffected by the fact you wore it, but he actually really liked how his outfit looked on you.
☆He'd get you his pants tailored to your size and matching hats. And he didn't think you'd care much but you really did, you found it very endearing.
Noriaki Kakyoin:
☆Though Kakyoin isn't the most overly-fashionable person, but he does pride himself in his looks.
☆Your keen fashion sense catches his eye
☆He loves going shopping with you and giving you advice when you need help choosing between two fashion items
☆He loves helping you out when picking out your outfits.
☆He is also very enamored with it all and in turn starts putting even more effort into his outfits and hair
☆He was pleasantly surprised to find you in a matching outfit.
☆He'd always put it in closest reach whenever the laundry was done, just so he could see you in an outfit matching with yours.
☆He also decides to find an outfit matching yours so you two could match even more often. He likes feeling close to you and feels that when you two match it bring you two closer.
Jean Pierre Polnareff:
☆He is immediately enamored with your sense of style.
☆He loves seeing the way you match and coordinate your outfits, jewelry, and other accessories.
☆He loves helping you coordinate them and doing your hair, in fact he lives for it.
☆He shows you off to basically all his and your friends.
☆He is always excited to see what your outfit of the day will be.
☆And constantly compliments what you have on every chance he gets
☆He is an absolute sucker for you, buying you any new clothing items, even ones you didn't think he saw you looking at.
☆He was pleasantly surprised to see you matching him and he couldget enough.
☆He'd always try to buy matching outfits for the two of you and would always buy matching accessories.
Muhammad Avdol:
☆He found your outfits overly flashy, you remind him a lot of Polnareff but only at first.
☆Upon closer inspection he realizes that there is much more intention to your outfits. That there was oordination.
☆He becomes fond of seeing your outfits each day, and helping you pick things out.
☆Its a joy shopping with him, hes just as truthful as you need him to be. But he does shower you in many many compliments.
☆He was in shock when he first saw your outfit matching it. Bewildered almost.
☆But once the shock finally wore off, he was very very fond of it
☆So fond that sometimes he'd implore you to match with him again.
Joseph Joestar (platonic)
☆Ever since Holy left the nest, to head to Japan, he misses having someone to dote over.
☆He found you absolutely adorable and immediately felt almost fatherly
☆He ends up becomes a sponsor of sorts to you.
☆Always buying you your clothes.
☆Helping you pick them out, amd try them on.
☆He absolutely adores being able to finally be able to let out his doting needs
☆He was almost in tears (dramatic ass) when he first saw you matching
☆Now he also buys you both matching outfits everytime he goes out, or can find a something matching.
☆Suzie Q is also very fond of you and loves matching with both you and Joseph.
Can I request Young Phos, Post Winter-Arc Phos, Moon Phos, and Invasion Phos getting jealous of the human fem! reader being close to some gems and lunarians?
Covetous:
☆Synopsis: (various) Phosphophilte(s) being jealous of the Lunarians being close to human!reader.
☆TW: Spoilers for each of these arcs!!!! Otherwise nothing really, just Phos being jealous
☆Genre: fluff
☆A/N: Phos, my sweetie pie. Thanks for the request, Anon! Hope you like it 😋 How does the reader last this long... I dunno, the lunarians used their technology on you or whatever🤷🏾♀️
Young!Phos:
☆He liked your sweet nature but was initially suspicious of you. Given the Lunarians kinda just dropped you down here
☆But you talked so much of how well the Lunarians treated you.
☆The technology they had.
☆Lunarians, this! Lunarians, that! It made Phos very jealous.
☆Weren't you happy down on Earth with the gems, where they surely treated you much better than those heartless Lunarians.
☆Phos thought they were amazing at hiding the fact they were jealous. But, they were so horrible at it that you noticed within the first week.
☆And when you ask them about it, their body language reads so open that despite all their attempts to deny it, you can seel clearly that they're lying.
☆Phos needs reassurance almost constantly that you won't leave to the moon in the middle of the night (foreshadowing) and never return.
☆"How am I supposed to know that a not-as-freaky human isn't going to leave to those even more freaky lunarians?" They say with a pout, head laid in your lap and you can't help but giggle.
Post-Winter Arc Phos:
☆ their jealousy streak seems to return especially after the taking of Antarcticite.
☆This time, it's also accompanied by intense worry. They're almost paranoid
☆They were jealous of the fact that you also got closer to other gems after winter. It seemed like you just wanted to be away from them
☆They especially after you started reminiscing f the lunarians.
☆Now Phos was better at hiding their jealousy , not good, but definitely better.
☆It takes you a while to notice that they were jealous, about a month or so.
☆Phos never really responded whenever you confronted them about it, not out of malice, or trying to hide something from you, they just didn't know how to respond.
☆They joke to play it off, feeling dumb about how they're feeling
☆A bit scared as well, that if you found out you'd pull away from him, distance yourself.
☆Eventually you have to become insistent on talking about it, until they eventually open up to their feelings.
☆"I just... feel like you're gonna disappear like Antarc, but by choice, like you're letting yourself be taken. Like you were waiting for the time the lunarians would take you."
☆They're only really satiated when you reassure them and let them lay with you when they feel especially jealous.
Moon Arc Phos:
☆Given Phos is kinda losing it here with paranoia and anxiety, their actions mixed with jealousy are a doozie
☆They despise seeing you being friendly with the lunarians and gems.
☆They also feel irritated when you start missing the Earth gems... you missed the Lunarians when you were down there didn't, so why aren't you happy
☆You just weren't happy with them... how could.
☆Phos was paranoid that something would happen to you.
☆When it finally clicks why they've been so moody, and so possessive. It makes you feel... sad.
☆The only real way to keep Phos feeling loved was being held by you.
☆They couldn't part with you, how soft you were. How warm you were.
☆All Phos wanted to do, was be with their favorite and only human.
Hiiiiiiii!!! I saw that you write for Innocent Rogue, and I got so so so so so happy! There are no writers for Innocent Rouge.
I wanted to request headcanons with Charles-Henri Sanson, with a reader, that's an underground anti-aristocratic author, and is hyper-feminine. (No one would expect such a sweet unsuspecting person to lambaste the aristocrats so harshly)
-Thankssssss, have a wonderful day/night, remember to eat and hydrate.
Charles had heard the rumors when he was in Versailles. The whispers and gossip, so popular it even reached the ears of the Queen. Even the people the aristocrats call peasants have seen and heard here and there. Whether it was a a sketchy back alley with rats and beggars or a a palace full of maids and riches. Everyone had heard about it. There was an anonymous author who delivered critique on the royal palace, as well as the aristocrats. Most of france loved it. It wasn’t critique. It was the truth. But for the aristocrats it was blasphemy. It stirred up a lot of trouble. The police had been searching for ages. But the strings couldn’t be attached. There were too many dead ends. Too many clues that didn’t add up. To manny confusing evidences that didn’t seem fit. Charles himself, had gotten involved too. Not with the police. But with his own research. By pulling some strings ere and there…he found himself at the edge of Paris. An abdomen house. Yet…there was a spark of light. A candle probably. When he entered the house, there was no one in sight. There were papers and illustrations. Radiating from mocking to actual facts. About the aristocrats and the beggars. About the peasants and surprisingly about…him? A headline about Charles being called a demon from hell. Statements that both the aristocrats and the peasants saw him as such. It was where two worlds seemed to be on the same page. He could never fit in. He would always be his own box. He couldn’t help but sigh. It wasn’t surprising to him. He learned to live with it. But it did make him feel…disappointed? His gloved hand tracing over the inked words. Flipping trough papers with more and more rumors as headlines. However, his search didn’t last long before he heard the door creek. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t let go of the paper. Instead, it tightened.
His eyes help a bit of surprise at the sight of you. You almost seemed like a noble woman? Your dress was the latest trend Versailles. Most dresses that were ordered were still in the making…but yours seemed to already been made…interesting. As if you knew what would be into fashion and what not. Perhaps your husband writes this? You seem to he at the age to be wed. ‘Ah. My apologies madame…is your husband home?’ Charles voice was laced with almost forced politeness. He seemed to talk to you as of you were a client. ‘Husband? i don’t have one, Monsieur.’ Charles seemed stunned for a moment. An unconscious grunt escaped his lips. His gaze faltering slightly before regaining his posture. ‘Ah. I see….then…i assume it’s you who writes these?’ Charles asked, his voice already convinced it was you. But he couldn’t jump to conclusions yet. His hand holding up the document about him. Your gaze flickered to the document. And then back to Charles. You gave him a smile. And boy did it make Charles feel uneasy. You may look like you’re an innocent girl who serves people. But it’s not difficult to understand that it’s just a facade…yet somewhere, somewhere in Charles’ mind. It makes sense. In a world where everything is unfair by the moment you were born, you’ll do anything to survive. He gets that. He understands that. And thats also why he felt a sense of admiration for you. ‘You know that the aristocrats will have your head for this?’ Charles asked, raising an eyebrow. He wonders where you found the audacity for this. Is it bravery or foolishness? You adjusted your dress, taking a few steps closer to Charles who seemed intrigued. ‘So what? They can kill me for writing papers. But they would have to kill the majority of France if they think i’m the only one.’ Your words caught Charles off guard. It’s not like you were lying. The aristocrats were never in favor with the people pf France and that was their own doing. However, Charles needed to be loyal to him. It was family duty. His ancestors have been. So he has to be too. He can ignore the words about himself, even if it enrages him a little, but against Versailles is a different situation. ‘You can get arrested for this.’ Charles said, his voice dangerously low. But it didn’t seem to have any affect on you whatsoever. You were just adjusting one of the bows in your hair with a rather bored expression. How insolent. Didn’t you seem to care of vital your situation is? If the aristocrats would’ve found this out they’d have him publicly execute you! ‘I don’t mind. I’m not afraid of death. Unlike you, crybaby Charlotte.’ Your words seemed to trigger something inside Charles. His whole body went still. But his eyes were still wide glaring at you like they were burning holes trough you. No one knew about that nickname. No one except for Marie. No wonder you’re so fearless. You’re probably associated with Marie. And the fact he had a fight with her recently doesn’t make him any less angry. ‘You, madame, are coming with me. And this is not negotiable.’ The sudden shift in Charles demeanor made you pause for a moment. But that didn’t last long before you happily, almost too happily, followed him to his carriage. Charles, as the gentleman that he is, held your hand while you stepped into the carriage. He may be furious with you, but he doesn’t abandon his morals nor politeness. An interesting habit that may come handy. His hand felt cold. Like you were touching death himself. But, the same thing happens when you hold Marie’s hand. Guess they are both more alike than the two of them wish to see. You did notice that Charles still had a piece of paper in his hand. The one you wrote about him. Perhaps he’s angry about it? Or perhaps he has questions? Either way. He’s not going to tell anyone about you. You’re sure of that. He may disagree with Marie. But ultimately doing something that may hurt Marie is something Charles will always try to avoid.
☆Synopsis: reader and protagonist waking up together in that scorching heat.
☆TW: mentions of death, in this the reader had moved in a long while after the protagonist's wife disappeared (went missing???). But otherwise nothing, I use the protagonist's alias/title as a name
☆Genre: Fluff
☆A/N: Here you go, Anon! Hope you like it😋😋😋 I used Google translate Russian 😞😭
You only fully woke up at the sound of shuffling and the weight of the bed shifting.
It was scorching hot. You could only lull yourself into a sweat-soaked, restless, light sleep. And, yet you couldn't exactly pull yourself easily from it. Your body yearned to sleep, especially with how messed up your sleep schedule was now. It was cooler at night, much more bareable. You tried to get proper sleep in while Protagonist let people in. You couldn't with all the shuffling and talking through the thick walls. God, this was frustrating.
You sat up to greet Protagonist. "Morning..." You mumble in a groggy voice, and he grunts in response. You roll your eyes at that before throwing yourself at him, making you both flop on the bed. "Good morning!" You say loudly into his ear. "Да, да, good morning, крикун." He said, patting your back gently. "How'd you sleep?" He and he shrugged, making you deadpan. "Well, I slept horribly..." You get off him and prepare to get up. "Нет, sleep, you've had horrible sleep the past week." You glance back at him and nod, getting comfy in the sheets. "I'll make sure they keep the noise down." He said before grabbing his gun and leaving the room.
But, you knew you wouldn't sleep with the gunshots and smell of blood. Especially when he'd enter, the smell of death clinging to him.But you appreciated the sentiment. You got your clothes that you'd left in cold water in the fridge last night. And used it to wipe yourself down before you changed clothes and put in a fragrance body mist. You also changed the sheets. They were wet with sweat and smelled like the accompanying BO. It also smelt faintly of rotting meat on his side. Once you finished, you lay on top of the sheets and went to sleep. Although, still quite light. You woke up to a gunshot ringing through the house and a few minutes him coming in with bloodstains on his shirt. He tried to get into bed like that before you stopped. "Uh-uh. I just changed the sheets. Wipe down and change. " You chad him gently before he got up and mumbled something about you being bossy before changing. When he entered the bed, you hooked pinkies with him. It was the closest to cuddling you could get since it was scorching hot.
tysm for writing my strategist reader request! it was super cute aaa i love my man Speedwagon.
could i request the same three (Speedwagon, Caesar and Kakyoin) with a reader who is lowkey spoiled? reader is wealthy and is used to getting whatever they want when they want it and can be a little rude, but when it comes to [character] they become like the nicest person on Earth.
tyyy
Prima dona:
☆Synopsis: Speedwagon, Ceasar and Kakyoin x reader
☆tw: Reader is a bit rude. BE NICE TO YOUR SERVICE WORKERS
☆Genre: fluff
☆A/N: No problem Anon, so happy you liked. I hope you like this one as well.
Robert EO. Speedwagon:
☆He did not think of you fondly when you two first met.
☆A snobby prissy aristocrat who got everything she wanted and was blissfully ignorant to all the poor suffered.
☆ He felt that way up until you shared one of your wildly expensive confectionery with him without prompting.
☆He thought it was all a trick to poison him, but no, it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Like ambrosia.
☆He starts talking to you more often
☆He realizes then how sweet you are
☆He wishes you'd made it more obvious before he vehemently disliked the person he loves so dearly now.
☆He does his best to keep you tame when you're being especially bratty. Gently steering you into the correct direction.
☆“Oi, love, they’re doin’ their best, yeah? Go easy on ’em, just a bit. Don’t think they meant that mistake, honest.”
☆You were the daughter of Lisa Lisa's closest friend.
☆He would've been attracted to you subconsciously.
☆The way you only ever ate expensive meals and dressed in only high quality outfits.
☆He could tell you were a person after his own heart.
☆At least until he saw your prissy attitude towards people, like servers at restaurants and store clerks. It puts him off a little.
☆He thought you were rude until you started sending him little gifts (Which he just had to pay back tenfold)
☆He started getting to know you, and god, how smitten he was with you.
☆He openly spoils you and takes you out on expensive dinner date.
☆He doesn't really stop you when you're reprimanding one of the maids as it never gets to bad and he could never really tell his darling "no".
☆He does tease you a lot about your snobiness.
☆You two are so obnoxious together during dinner with Lisa Lisa, Speedwagon and Joseph.
☆"I'll have the finest wine for my darling over here?" He turns to Joseph after stating his order. "Aww... won't you help yourself to anything over $500, Jojo? I'd expect you to have better taste." He mocks the Joestar.
Hiii guys, I'll be closing my request for the next 2 weeks or so as my exams are coming. I will still post the requests in my inbox but ita gonna take longer than it usually would.
Hi could you do mystic flour cookie headcanons with a reader that loves trying to get her to smile
How Futile:
☆TW: Nothing, just fluff.
☆Synopsis: MFC cookie x reader that lives trying to make her smile.
☆Genre: Fluff
☆A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE MY QUEEN! I'm totally normal about her, not like I went through her beast yeast story multiple times over🙄. Hope you like this Anon 😋
☆She finds it odd, you constantly stay around her despite how she was.
☆And even more odd you kept attempting to make her smile.
☆How futile, a mortal attempting to make an Enlightened being smile
☆She is stunned when she begins to experience feelings of... affection... endearment even...
☆How dare you, try to lead her astray from the path of apathy.
☆ But... she can't say she totally dislikes it
☆ it becomes part of you two's routine, you try to make her smile, she doesn't and you keep trying again.
☆ She's never seen a mortal this determined and existent.
☆ "Why do you keep trying to make me smile?" She asks in her emotionless, creepily calm voice.
☆ "Because you look up welcoming half-the time... and you're not... you just look so calm its eerie... But, i think a smile on your face, even the smallest could fix it." You reply as you sat next to her.
☆ And before she can realize.. her lips turn up into a small smile, which she quickly wipes off her face.
☆But you saw, you weren't gonna tell her that you saw, but you dad.
☆You were right, she does look better with a smile on her face.
