Iām a 25 year old woman, I attend university and have a love for anime, gaming and anything nerdy <3
I donāt use my real name online, but you can call me Peri (for periwinkle cuz itās my favorite color lol)
I have written a bit of fanfics in my time, and wanted to get back into it!
Masterlist
Hereās my list for what kind of work Iām willing to make, and what kind of fandoms I wanna write for.
Make note that I am a woman and I will only write gn or f! Readers as I am not comfortable writing on something I am not familiar with, I am very sorry if that is an issue.
Fandoms:
JoJoās Bizarre Adventure parts 1-7
Attack on Titan
Tokyo Ghoul
Vinland saga
Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Arcane
Mind that these are just examples of my personal favs! If you wanna see something else with other characters or fandoms, feel free to ask! Although I might not be able to write for exactly who you want, Iāll try my best with what I know!
List of anons:
š§¬, š, šŗš, šŖ¼, šŖ±, š, āļø
Feel free to become an anon! I will welcome you all with open arms š„¹š«¶
Rules:
Hereās my list of what I will not write, if it isnāt on the list Iāll try my best to write it!
āIāll write both suggestive and NSFW but keep in mind I'm new so the outcome might be debatable lol
āIn case I do write NSFW, I will not do it with underaged characters. I will age them up by time skipping if it is required.
āYandere.
āCharacter x character.
āExplicit gore.
I have no clue what else to write for now lol, just remember to have fun!
hello~ i'd like to request reader X any JJBA characters please
Where the reader just has comically good instincts, so much so that at first the characters think reader is a STAND/HAMON user.
bunos if reader's reaction in dangerous situation are like youtubers (like markiplier) playing horror games. įįį¢
Hello~~ I'd love to write that, thank you for your request!
If you need anything changed or want to request something else, please feel free to do so and I'll change it!
Characters: Joseph Joestar, Diavolo, Ermes Costello
Joseph
Joseph loves your reactions, they always crack him up. The first time you reacted by screaming your lungs out, he got incredibly scared. But when he gathered it wasn't too big of a deal, he realized maybe, just maybe the two of you could get along quite nicely. He did have the same reactions to certain things, after all.
He hadn't known you for long, when he noticed just how good your instincts were. They were almost too good, and he got incredibly suspicious very quickly.
The two of you would just be walking down the street, when you'd suddenly stop before an alleyway. Joseph couldn't help but stare, expecting some kind of monologue.
"Look out, there's a man running." You had exclaimed calmly, making the taller man incredibly confused.
He looked around, eyes scanning the entire area. "Uhhh... I don't see anything."
At an entirely too comical timing, a man carrying what seemed to be stolen goods came running through the alley, bursting through a couple of fruit crates on his way.
"AAAAHHH FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!?" Your scream tore through the crowds, making Joseph scream as well. This prompted several people look your way in both concern and unmeasurable surprise. Some pretended to look away, while others couldn't help but stare.
Joseph burst out in laughter as your screaming came to a halt. The way your body had jerked backwards, as if you'd been physically hit didn't help at all.
"You should've seen yourself! You looked like you got shot!" He continued laughing, until he suddenly stopped.
"Wait... how did you know he was there?" Joseph tried to wrap his mind around it, and came to the conclusion that you must be some sort of hamon user.
"I'm not a hamon user." You said calmly, before he even got to ask. He stood there for a while, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. You'd totally just used his own trick against him, and you didn't even flinch. How unusual.
"We should probably go catch that guy... also, what the hell is a hamon?" You asked in perfect clarity, but Joseph just continued to stand there in confusion.
"Are you serious? You're playing me..." He exclaimed, but still chose to follow you as you chased the stranger down.
Diavolo
If anyone knew a thing or two about good instincts, it would be Diavolo. The man can see into the future, no one had better instincts than him. Or at least that's what he always thought and prided himself with. Until you came along, that is.
The first time you surprised him with said instincts, he wanted nothing more than to disappear. He was still young, and his influence on the crime syndicate known as Passione was still an uphill battle. Still, if anyone could help him, he preferred it to be someone like you.
He feared your strange ability, but for the same reason he feared it, he came to the conclusion that he should keep you close. Even if you did end up being a stand user, with enough effort and manipulation, he knew he could keep you at his side and perhaps even make you work for him.
You perfectly predicted an attack so devastating, you had actually saved him time and effort. He didn't ask right away, but made a mental note to be cautious around you from now on.
With his pride wounded and his sanity in scrambles, he kept his eyes on you for the remainder of the day. He could not have you best his ability, not when it risked his image and identity.
"So... where are we off to next?" You asked calmly, and just as he was about to answer, your hand shot out in front of him.
"Wait! Something's wrong... I don't know why, but I feel like we're about to be assassinated." That one word was enough to cause the hairs at the back of his neck to rise, and if Diavolo hated something, it was to be spied and hunted.
Just then, a shot rang out and a bullet landed right between you and the pink haired monolith of a man. The scream you screamed didn't help much in the situation either.
With a few tricks up your sleeves, and his own stand fighting, you got rid of the attackers with ease.
"How did you know that was going to happen? Do you have a stand I should know of?" He asked, masking his growing concern masterfully.
"God, no. But could you imagine? Having a stand that could see the future or something... that'd be terrifying." You said, nodding slightly in quiet ponder.
Diavolo simply looked at you like you had just put a target on his back and aimed, and he wasn't entirely sure if you knew things you definitely shouldn't know.
"Who are you anyway? Some sort of mafia boss? You running a gang or something?" You asked, your sarcasm slipping his mind completely as he stared at you in absolute shock.
He felt his stomach sink, and summoned his stand. But to his surprise you didn't even react, almost like you hadn't seen it. Maybe, he didn't actually need to kill you after all.
"Yes. I'm a mafia boss." He tried his best to sound sarcastic, and luckily for the both of you, you just let out the tiniest huff of a laugh and brushed him off as you waved your hand.
"Get outta here."
Ermes
Prison had made Ermes into a perceptive and rather suspicious woman, and she approached every new person as if they were a new threat rather than the opposite.
But when she realized your kindness wasn't the manipulative kind she had encountered so much, she dropped her guard and started to act much more friendly towards you.
The closer you got, the more natural the both of you started to be. And by the end of the week, you were not only inseparable, but also completely yourselves.
But that wasn't to say you didn't still surprise each other, you certainly did.
"You hide your money WHERE!?" You asked, eyes wide and grin growing as you came to the understanding that she was being entirely truthful.
"Don't-! Can you be any louder? It's like you want people to rob me dry in here." Ermes said, hushing you down almost urgently.
"Rob us, you mean. It's an us problem now." You said solemnly, your hand rising to your chest to clutch it in prideful smugness.
"You're unbelievable. You have to work for this." Ermes retaliated, looking half annoyed, half like she couldn't even bother doing anything about it.
"Oh come on, you're the one who told me about it. And it's not like I'll tell anyone. As if anyone's gonna come up and ask about-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence when a woman you had never seen before popped her head out the side of your cell, eyes curious and tone way too friendly.
"OH MY GOD! OOOOookay... where'd you come from?" Ermes looked startled, but definitely not from the stranger who was too intrigued by your hushed conversation.
"What's a 'you problem'? And why did you scream like that?" She asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.
"Get the hell outta here it's none of your business!" Ermes screamed at her to leave, then looked at you in exasperation. "But why did you scream like that? It seemed like you knew she was going to pop out at any given moment. You basically predicted it."
"I dunno, I got startled." Ermes looked at you in disbelief, before bursting into a loud and unprecedented laughter.
"You've got good instincts, I'll give you that. Maybe you'll be useful in a fight."
Hello, could you do a fanfic of jjba (any character/s) X silly feminine reader?
Like think they have this teamate who's super girly, absolutely ADORES pink & sparkly stuff but also ridiculously OP even without a stand. Got good instincts/reflexes, knows self defense & reader's personality is kinda like funky frog bait (iykyk)
Anyhow, thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day/night. Byyyyyye
Hello! Absolutely! Sorry for the answer coming so late, but I gotchu āØ
I don't know much about funky frog bait, but I did try my best to encapsulate something silly into reader. I hope you like it! š„¹
Characters: Abbacchio, Kakyoin, Josuke
Abbacchio
The first time he met you, Abbacchio nearly had a brain aneurism from all the pink sparkles on your direct person. He mentally prepared himself for what problems he imagined you'd bring with you, and even made a mental note to bring sunglasses with him next time to shield his eyes from the pink glitter.
But when he actually saw you in combat, his irritation turned to confusion, to surprise then to more confusion.
You didn't seem to have a stand, and when he asked, he was actually quite impressed.
"Nope! I don't have a stand, but I have been told that my instincts are pretty much spot on!" You said, your grin as wide as ever.
"You call that instincts?" The tone in his voice was monotone, but you could make out the tiniest hint of actual amusement in there.
"Oh, yeah. I'm just glad you weren't hurt. God, can you imagine? I do all this and you still end up dead." You shook your head in disbelief. "That would've been tragic. Don't you think?"
He was stunned to silence, before the corners of his lips lifted just slightly, just enough for you to notice.
"Hey, you smiled! Did I say something right? Maybe you needed me to be clearer... please don't be shy, you can tell me. I don't bite much." You tilted your head, your hair cascading down your shoulder, the sunlight hitting it so it seemed to glow. The hair pendant on your left temple glittered from the light, catching his eye in a rather inconvenient way.
"You talk a lot." Was all he managed to get out, and as your posture straightened just slightly, he saw the sparkle in your eyes from noticing that he didn't seem to actually mind, he was just surprised is all.
"I get that a lot! But honestly? It's just more fun this way. Besides, I feel like we as people should do what we do best and get to know each other. What do you say? Are you up for it, Abbacchio?" The way you said his name with that little hopeful look in your eye didn't fail to make him smirk, but it was the way your tone shifted that really got him noticing your sudden excitement.
"As long as you don't get your glitter on me." He informed you and turned to walk. You followed him immediately, your skirt flowing in the smooth warm mediterranean breeze as you giggled at his response.
"Aw man, I was really looking forward to painting your nails pink." You half joked, but he chose not to comment on it.
Maybe one day in the future, he'd actually let you do it.
Kakyoin
Kakyoin had an eye for artistic pieces, and if he said you weren't an interesting candidate for a muse, he'd be lying.
The way you always smiled, always wore whatever made you happiest, the silly jokes you liked to tell and the way your eyes sparkled whenever you saw something pink, never failed to ignite sparks in his heart.
He'd seen you fight, and the very first time he did Kakyoin promised himself he would never forget it. He never asked you whether or not you possessed a stand, but his keen eye and observation told him you didn't have one.
One day, he put his theory to the test. He summoned his stand, and made it wave his hand right in front of your face.
"Woah... I feel like someone just waved at me. What an intense feeling." You said, making his eyebrows furrow.
"You're messing with me, aren't you?" He tried his best not to sound too surprised, and when you looked at him with wide eyes and a silly little gasp, he couldnāt be less prepared for what was about to come out of your mouth.
"God no! I'd rather tell you the truth. You know, ever since I was younger, I've always been really good with my reflexes. It used to freak my parents out a lot, but eventually they got used to it. I sincerely apologize if it startled you, but I really think something was looking at me right then!" You explained, and somehow without seeing it, you had felt his stand's gaze upon you.
"You're... something else. You never stop exceeding my expectations." He smiled softly, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'll take that as a compliment! Even if it wasn't one, I refuse to let it be something else now. Oh! I almost forgot, I got this for you!" Your hand rummaged your bag, and pulled out a pink glittery bracelet.
"Now we match! Isn't it adorable? I think it really suits you, and I thought of you immediately when I saw it." You exclaimed, and without waiting for a response, you took his hand gently and put it on his wrist.
Your smile was enough for him to not only accept the bracelet, but also internally promise himself he'd never take it off.
"It's very pretty. It reminds me of you." His smile was gentle and his eyes had softened impossibly as he said this.
"Good, that's what Iād hoped it would achieve. Now, you said you wanted to paint the sunset?"
"You know what? I think I'd rather paint you." He said almost too smoothly, making himself internally nervous.
"How flattering. Oh! You know what would be perfect? If you painted me in front of the sunset! I think you could definitely capture my good side if I just pose up real good for you."
You sprinted towards the tree and sat under it, smiling widely as you patiently waited for him to start painting.
The chuckle that escaped him was nothing but warmth and fondness, and when he got his art supplies out he couldn't help but look at the bracelet you had given him in pure adoration.
Josuke
You had quite the reputation at school, one Josuke never seemed to tire of. It'd been a while since he first came up to you and befriended you, something he was glad he did.
The pink in your uniform contrasted perfectly with the yellow in his, and whenever you liked, he loved to invite you over to his place so you could either give suggestions on how to improve your uniforms so they'd match more, talk about your favorite movies or just do your nails as he played his video game. You had fun, and so you kept doing it.
He considered you to be his closest friend, but his feelings for you had never escalated until one fateful day, when he rounded the corner by the back of the school to find you cornered by a handful of rotten delinquents.
Josuke was about to rush over and help, muttering some atrocity under his breath, when your fist flew quicker than he ever thought possible. He froze where he stood, and found himself unable to move as you finished off the last of the guys.
You were checking your manicure to see whether or not you had chipped a nail, when you spotted him in the periphery of your vision.
"Oh! Hi there Josuke, what's up? Why are you blushing?" You asked, the cheerfulness in your voice soothing out as you noticed the pink tinting his cheeks.
He hadn't seemed to notice how hot his face had gotten until you'd pointed it out, and the way he stammered to get his next words out made you giggle.
"My, I seem to have broken you. Earth to Josuke! I'd really like my friend back if it isn't a problem." You joked, and his lips involuntarily formed into a lopsided smile.
"I... didn't know you could fight." Was all he managed to get out, but that was all you needed.
"Oh yeah, I think everyone needs to learn self defense. It has saved me more times than not. My ass would've been in so much trouble if I hadn't beaten these dopes up." You said with a dashing smile.
"Either that, or you would've come to my rescue. Wouldn't you?" You said, tilting your head expectantly.
His cheeks warmed even more at this, which somehow made you laugh even more.
"My! Well aren't you hormonal today? Keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna start thinking we have a problem. Surely that's not the case, is it?" You approached his slowly, your scent enveloping his surroundings in a way he'd never known before.
"No... no problem at all. You actually looked pretty cool..." He managed to get out, the awkward little scratch to the back of his neck cementing his destiny.
"Flirt.ā Your eyes narrowed in amusement. āCome on, we'll be late to class." You winked at him, and somehow that was all he could think about for the next two hours.
Hi hi hiš I have an idea for a fanfiction i think itās pretty neat, though itās not necessarily NSFW, it is slightly suggestive.
so uhh, you remember that scene with joseph and avdol, what if reader and joseph get stuck together such as that instead of him and avdolā¦ how would that play out šš
I love your brain sweet anon, I'll try my best and fulfil your request! š«¶
I really hope you like this, and feel free to suggest something else or tell me if you need anything changed!
Walking around the Egyptian heat, you thought you were seeing things. A strange looking outlet on a random rock, surely it was just some sort of art piece, right?
Sooner than later, you found out your chosen companion for the day, Joseph, seen the same exact thing, and somehow, he convinced you to touch it.
"You'll only feel a slight shock, it actually tickles a bit." He'd used as an excuse. Your eyes narrowed at his explanation, not quite believing his words. And yet, when he nodded in complete sincerity, you thought to yourself, why not? It couldn't actually end up too badly, now could it?
The moment your fingers made contact with said outlet, a huge amount of electricity was passed through your arm and into your body. You screamed out in pain, and though involuntary, you still felt the small tinge of embarrassment when you looked around to see everyone staring at you.
"Dammit... why'd I believe you?" You thought out loud, rubbing your fingers to soothe the pain. You could hear the victorious chuckle of a satisfied man behind you, before he apologized.
"Sorry, I just had to. It was too good not to try."
Just as you were about to answer, the hint of a smirk on your face slowly faltered and was adeptly replaced by confusion and concern as the strands of your hair started flowing upwards. Not only was it now floating, but they were floating towards Joseph. When you looked over to ask if he saw what you saw, the way his eyebrows were furrowed answered your unspoken question almost immediately.
This definitely wasn't some random outlet. You just got played.
As you stood up to assess the situation more thoroughly, a sly giggle was emitted from behind you. A woman in a red hood disappeared behind a huge marble pillar, and the glance you and Joseph exchanged was unmistakably suspicious.
You would soon come to find out that running after the woman seemed incredibly futile. Not only did your limbs feel twice as heavy, but your body seemed to drift towards the older man as you moved in unison.
"You're really clingy today, you know that?" He asked in a mixed tone, half amusement half surprise.
"Believe me, I'm not trying to be. Whatever you made me touch, wasn't an ordinary fucking outlet. I blame you for this." Your voice was already tired, your movements slowed by the gravity of the much larger man next to you.
"Noted... maybe if we split up, we can slow down the effects." He suggested, which wouldn't be a bad idea if you hadn't already tried.
"Okay, I'll admit. It wasn't my finest idea... but hey, at least we won't lose each other, huh?" Joseph smiled, clearly trying to cheer you up.
Against your better judgment, you sighed and smiled despite the situation.
As he stood to your right, your right arm and leg could feel the force of the attraction much more. The more you tried to fight it, the more tired you'd become, and you were soon to find out just how exhausted your body had become.
"Can we... take a break? I feel like I'm dying here." You suggested, and somehow, you stopped near a bench.
Sitting down, you tried to catch your breath while Joseph finally came to the conclusion that this must be a stand attack, and a magnetic one at that. "You don't say." Was all you managed to reply, your tone dry as you rolled your eyes.
Joseph moved to sit next to you, and the moment he did, you tried to protest, but to his comedic timing, it was already too late.
As he sat next to you, your much smaller body was suddenly hoisted towards the giant of a man, until you both felt the impact. Your eyes were glued shut, clearly in anticipation.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were still sitting upright, but the cushion of the bench seemed softer than before. When you examined your seat, you quickly came to the subpar conclusion that you were sitting on top of Joseph.
He was sitting there motionlessly, very much just as shocked as you. When you tried to wiggle free, he quickly discovered that your actions just made the entire thing worse.
Your palms were flushed against his upper thighs, trying to push yourself off of him as the plush of your ass rubbed against a very embarrassing part of his body. The proximity of your body against his made his mind go blank, at it certainly didn't help how your scent now occupied his every senses.
"Hey... stop doing that. People are gonna look." You heard him say.
Still your efforts weren't stopped, and still proved very pointless.
"Trust me... I know that. You'd rather I keep sitting?" You asked, your voice strained in something that resembled indignity. When you looked behind you from his lack of answer, you saw the slight pink dusting his cheeks and groaned. At that moment, he clearly thought it an excellent idea to try and lift you off by your hips.
"Joseph... you're treading dangerous waters over there." You simply said, and tried to wiggle free harder.
At that exact moment, you could feel the heat being generated between the two of you, and when you sighed, it was shakier than you wanted it to be.
As Joseph stood up to try and get a better angle, the two of you were suddenly pulled toward the nearest metal pole - a stop sign. The front of your body hit the cold metal with a force strong enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and it certainly didn't help that Joseph's broad chest hit your back at the same time, effectively trapping you between the pole and him.
Your hands reached for the pole, and as you tried to push yourself off the metal, the back side of your entire body now rubbing against his front. The groan Joseph let out was emitted directly into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine you wished you could just ignore.
As your arms tried desperately to pull yourself free, you made the mistake of asking for help.
"Joseph... not to be the type that asks for help, but a little help would suffice."
"Right... sorry." He muttered in a strained voice, as he tried to free the part of his body that had initially connected the two of you. He tried his best to wiggle his hips off of you, but the pull of your body would only send them back towards your backside, the pull stronger than before. As he moved in an indecent manner, seemingly thrusting his hips into yours, you felt the stares of people around you the louder and more desperate Joseph became. You somehow managed to free your torso from him, but your backside was still flush against his groin.
Your face was entirely red now, the heat of it making you bury your face into the crook of your elbow, arm resting on the pole in front of you. As you groaned, your voice shaking from embarrassment and horror, it only seemed to fuel Joseph's attempts further.
"Stop making noises like that! People are gonna get the wrong idea!" He yelled out, voice growing more and more urgent.
"They already have the wrong idea!" You yelled out, whipping your head back, which was probably the worst idea you'd had yet. The moment your eyes locked, the two of you ceased any attempt at getting free, if only for a moment.
Both of your cheeks were flushed red, and the heat of his groin pressed to your ass was more noticeable than ever before. "Joseph? Why are you looking at me like that?" You managed to get out.
"I'm just... catching my breath."
You scoffed, the embarrassment still very much evident as a man walking by coughed loudly, clearly trying to tell the two of you that there was a time and a place for everything.
"You don't seem the type to need to catch your breath, old man. I almost feel bad for the girls before me." You tried to lighten your own mood, which admittedly made him chuckle too.
"Okay... try to hug the pole. I'll use my stand to pull me free." He suggested.
"You didn't think of that before?" You hugged the pole tightly. "I was distracted... it was unfair." He answered without hesitation, as you heard the familiar sound of Hermit Purple clearly wrapping around something.
It took both of you an insane amount of effort to finally pull free from your less than ideal positions, but to his credit, it worked like a wonder.
Your bodies separated, but the only problem now was that you were stuck on the pole, and there was no one to help you free except for him.
"Okay... try to stay upright. I'll pull you free with my stand." You heard his words and felt Hermit Purple wrap around your waist before you could protest. As he pulled, your body was once against hurled towards his, only now your faces were inches apart and your chests were flush against each other.
"Oh son of a bitch!" You yelled out at the realization, but your frustration seemed to melt at the sound of his loud chuckle.
"Hey... at least I get to look at your face now." His grin was wide, and cheeks still slightly flushed to the point where his handsomeness was seemingly doubled.
If you weren't under a stand attack, you definitely would've slapped him silly for that comment.
Iām tung tung tung sahere with a request of Giorno or anyone from buccigang with a fem s/o that drags them shopping everywhere and spends all of his money or at least half and sheās also like Polnareffās daughters (totally not my oc.. haha) but yeah thatās allš„¹
Bucci gang with a reader who likes to go shopping
Hello there! Thank you for requesting this, I really hope you find this even though it took a while for me to reply!
Also a little disclaimer: I don't usually write for oc's, so I'll make this into a reader insert is that's okay!
After becoming Don, he has basically zero problems with buying you all the things you want. He has the means for it, and therefore will definitely do it. He likes to spoil you, and loves walking around the mall with you as you drag him around by his arm.
The happy little sighs you elicit as you find something you're interested in, never fails to make his heart tighten just a little more.
Even if you don't express it out loud, he's the type to know what you desire just by the look on your face.
"Oh Giorno, you spoil me." You said, hugging his arm tightly as you giggled.
"I enjoy spoiling you, tesoro. Your comfort and happiness is worth it." His voice was smooth and velvety, and his lips formed into the smile he only reserved for you.
"Dad would chew me up if he saw all these bags."
"Good thing he isn't here at the moment. Now, where should we go next? You have been talking about getting a new hand bag."
The way your eyes lit up at the mention of said bag, made him elicit a satisfied chuckle.
For him, money wasn't the problem, but rather whether or not there was any more space in your closet left for your new clothes. But that was a problem for future Giorno to fix, right now, he'd rather enjoy the moment with you.
Bruno
He would love to say that he enjoys spoiling you, but he is also the type to remind you that you came to the store to get what you need.
That isn't to say he would fold immediately at the excitement in your voice as you point out all the shoes at the isle, and the way you were already talking about what pair would go with what outfit didn't help either.
"Okay, we'll get you the shoes. But you already have a similar pair at home, amore." He'd say with a little smirk on his lips.
"Yeah but those are indigo... these crimson ones would go better with the lipstick you got me last time." And somehow, that was all he needed to hear.
He was a mafioso, which didn't exactly mean he was poor, and his own sense of fashion made him more prone to accept your requests since he too saw your vision. And honestly, he would lie to himself if he didn't admit your choice was exquisite.
"Thank you, Bruno. You're the best!" You'd say, giving his cheek a lovely kiss.
The hum of satisfaction, paired with the low chuckle of a happy man was all he needed to hear to know he'd do this again.
"Anything for you, amore."
Abbacchio
At first, he would have been the type to sit on the designated boyfriend chair by the wall, but seeing as you always ask for his opinion when trying something new, he has since unknowingly upgraded his station to be by the changing rooms.
"How does this look?" You'd twirl in a black summer dress.
He appeared deep in thought, his hand rubbing his chin just once before disappearing.
When he came back, he was holding a light colored silk scarf. "Try pairing it with this. I think it'd look better."
Your squeal of enjoyment was all he needed to feel better about himself and the situation he was in.
He kept telling himself through all the shopping sprees you had dragged him through that this would be the last one, but it never was.
At the end of the day, he would never actually hate doing the one activity that helped strengthening your bond, even if it meant spending his last dime on it.
Mista
This man would secretly love going on these shopping sprees with you. He would never say it out loud, but he often looked forward to seeing whatever you'd want to shop for next.
In the actual mall, he'd complain a lot.
He'd tell you how it was too hot, too humid or too loud with the buzzing of people everywhere to actually be comfortable. But when he saw just how passionate you were about the whole thing, he'd accept it without another word.
"Are we done in here? The perfume section is giving me a headache."
You'd ignore his complaining completely, focusing on the accessories next to said perfume isle.
"Look! Wouldn't these just look gorgeous with my new shirt?" Your eyes sparkled.
"Hey... they actually would. But I think you'd need a new pair of pants for those. I think I saw a fitting pair over here." He urged you to go with him.
He couldn't help but indulge your little ways, all the while guiding you away from the area that gave him the most mind boggling migraines.
Fugo
Fugo himself isn't a big shopper, but could definitely understand why you enjoyed it so much. He couldn't begin to set himself in your shoes, but he knew how such a simple thing as shopping could give you your dose of dopamine, so much so he could perfectly imagine it as his own.
If you asked him for advice, he couldn't for the love of god help you with a single thing. Anything you chose was already perfect in his mind, so why risk it with his opinion? Besides, he would just suggests something with strawberries on them, something cute and safe.
The only downside he'd see is his wallet suffering from this. He wasn't in a very high position, and so he wanted to spend his money wisely. He would try to reason with you, how if your shopping sprees became less frequent, you could shop more at a time. Win-win, right?
But the moment you went to the shopping district, that agreement would fly out the window.
"So I was thinking... I made this monthly budget. I even drew it on paper if you'd like a copy. Would you mind if we followed it?" He'd ask.
"Sure thing, but do you think this shirt would look better in burgundy or ivory?" He could tell your thoughts were elsewhere.
Honestly? He was just happy you were happy, even if he did sigh a lot because of stress when money was getting low.
Narancia
Seeing you happy and in your element would totally give Narancia the jitters. Not from discomfort or anxiety, but rather seeing you so excited and happy was rather contagious for him.
He'd try to help with suggestions here and there, but he'd end up choosing things that are more his style.
"Hey! This orange headband would look pretty cute on you." He'd say excitedly, and admittedly a little too loudly.
"It's the same one you have, honey."
"Oh... right." He was about to put it back when you gently took it from his hands.
"You know... it's not actually a bad idea. We could match!" You'd suggest with a grin, and he would be the happiest guy alive in that moment.
He wasn't too good with his own money in the first place, so what would he care if he spent it on you instead when he'd just accidentally buy something he didn't actually end up needing?
He would without a doubt offer to hold your bags for you, but would also complain about how the bag handles were killing his hands. He just wanted to be romantic, but it was hard when it physically hurt.
Trish
This girl would never, and I mean NEVER say no to a shopping spree. Sometimes, she'd be the one to drag you around the mall, and not the other way around.
Money wise, she would put her foot down if you were about to spend too much of hers.
"Tesoro, you can't get all that. How am I supposed to buy stuff for me too if we get you so much?" She'd sound all concerned and just a tiny bit anxious of disappointing you.
"You're right! What if... I put some of these things back, and we can buy equally as much for both of us? Split the diff?"
She was more than content with that answer, and relieved that you were able to set your own wants aside for hers too.
"Hey Trish, do these sunglasses look good on me?" You'd ask while posing in the mirror.
She appeared deep in thought, until she shook her head. "Those are too cheap... let's get you the branded ones instead." She basically dragged you out of the store. You were definitely perfect for each other.
Hihello Peri! It's been a while since I requested something & since the first episode of SBR came out and you're requests were open I figured its a good time to request.
Could you do some sbr characters (including pocoloco) or the stone ocean gang in a enemies to lovers trope? Like, we aren't a villain but we & the character have a rivalry.. and a mutual crush.. perchance..?
Anyways, what did you think of the new sbr episode? I saw the english trailer & Gyros voice actor annoyed me so badly š It did kind of grow on me during the episode, but I wish they hired someone with an Italian or country accent instead.
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Hi there sweet anon!! ā¤ļø I'm so sorry for the very late reply. School was much busier than I initially thought, but now we have summer break! I'm so excited to be back, and thank you so much for your patience! āØ
I LOVED the new episode, I've had a thing for Gyro for a while and seeing him animated definitely stirred something weird in me teehee. I watch Jojo's in sub, so I looooved his voice :3 it was so smooth and velvety, it definitely hit some good nerves. But I agree the country accent would've made me fold š
For the spirit of SBR, I'll keep to the cast of part 7, I hope you don't mind! I'll also try to keep this spoiler free, in case someone reading this hasn't gotten further.
Characters: Pocoloco, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli
Pocoloco
Racing through America was never really something you saw yourself doing as you grew up, but when you saw the price money? It all changed. Who could resist such temptations? And who knows? Maybe you'd get lucky.
It wasn't long into the race itself you met him - in the first leg of it actually, - and as soon as you did, something in your chest churned. It wasn't hate or resentment, you wouldn't call it that, but it was definitely not too pleasant either. It tickled in a way that made you second guess yourself and your decisions, and you did not enjoy that at all.
You came to learn of his name pretty quickly, and the sound of it was stuck in your head since then.
Pocoloco... how ridiculous.
Whenever he'd spot you already looking, he'd flash that easy smile that never failed to make your heartbeat quicken. His grin was wide and held no worries, and you could tell exactly by his posture he wasn't too far off from what you were feeling either. He simply... expressed it differently.
Every time he would advance past you, all you could think of was how good it would feel to watch his expression falter as he'd watch you win. You couldn't wait for that day, your expectations of his untimely disappointment making you giggle into the open air.
"Hey! It's you! I've been looking for you, you know." He took three long strides across the road, stopping right in front of you.
"Is that right?" The smirk on your face was difficult to keep down, and the butterflies that danced in your stomach were becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. The laughter that escaped him then was warm and filled with the kind of sincerity you could only have hoped for, and his happy go lucky attitude certainly didn't help.
"You're quite good. I can tell you're not gonna be easy to beat." His face distorted in pure unadulterated amusement, his eyebrow arching as he was clearly enjoying himself and the reaction he got from you. Were you that obvious?
"I could say the same about you." You mirrored his emotions, your body involuntarily leaning towards his as you spoke. "Say, you won't get in my way, will you? If you do, I won't go easy on you." Your smile was light, and that competitiveness in you you couldn't shake off shone brightly.
The rough and grainy sound of fabric was all you could register, before the feeling of a warm hand against yours took over your senses. "I wouldn't expect you to. You don't look like the kind to disappoint."
As he raised your hand and slowly brushed his lips against your knuckles, the softness of his lips left your mouth dry. Was this guy serious right now? You hated how much power he held over your composure, but what you hated even more was how surprisingly good it felt.
"You'd better keep up. I'd hate to see you fall behind!" He simply said, flashing that easy grin and eliciting that knee buckling snicker again, as if everything was just a big game. As he turned to leave, the breath you didn't know you were holding in finally escaped, the roll of your eyes almost painful as the sigh when you watched him trot away.
"You can bet on that." Your voice was smooth despite the turmoil in your stomach, your composure finally rebuilding as your breath evened out.
"Trust me, I will."
Johnny Joestar
You'd heard of him, of course you had. The tragic tale of the noble jockey, fallen from grace. It amused you to see him in the race, a sight so deplorable you'd almost felt bad the first time you witnessed his attempt on getting on his horse.
But it didn't end there. In fact, it only got worse. Seeing him actually redeem himself lit a fire in you you couldn't stop, the burning in your chest turning unbearable as each day went by. Something in you shifted the first time he looked in your eyes, his sky blue lips twitching at the way you were already staring at him.
The fire in your chest was fuelled by the desire to outrun him, and the little voice in the back of your head became almost unbearable. Sometimes, you'd even start looking for him out of nowhere. Every time, right on cue, he'd show up, his eyes finding your form immediately.
How humiliating... if there was one man you wanted to beat in a race, it'd definitely be this guy.
From that day on, the two of you unwillingly began to cross paths more often than you'd like. It almost became routine, until one day he actually approached you. It seemed even he could get impatient in a race like this.
"Hey there. I'm Johnny, Johnny Joestar." He extended his hand toward you, waiting patiently for you to shake it. You stared at his hand in complete disbelief, until an involuntary lopsided lazy grin formed, replacing your former confusion and irritation.
Your hand rose to his, the touch you shared feeling a tad bit too electric to be ignored by either of you. A low chuckle escaped him, a sound that traveled to the inner chambers of your heart, somewhere it definitely had no business of being.
You gave your name, despite every thought in your head telling you not to. "You're quite the spectacle, Joestar. I've been waiting to see you up close." Your fingers tightened ever so slightly around his hand, giving him the expression you meant business.
He looked at you for a long while, leaving you to wonder what was going on behind those blue eyes of his. Before the thought became dangerous, his back straightened and his eyes closed in what seemed like satisfaction.
"I'll be seeing you around." His voice was smoother than before, and his eyes held an unmistakable amount of interest now. "And if I don't, I'll come look for you myself." He winked, throwing your already crumbling composure out the window entirely. Had he always been this smooth?
"You'll be seeing me crossing the finish line before you. Take that as a warning." You said coolly as he rode away, before he stopped his horse to look back at you over his shoulder, that single action of his making your cheeks heat up in a subtle flair.
"I'm looking forward to it." His annoying little smirk made you roll your eyes, heart once again betraying you.
Gyro Zeppeli
The first leg of the run was over, and all everyone seemingly talked about was a certain Italian man with a taste for flamboyance. Though you hated his grin and wanted to wipe his name through the mud, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't amused by his less than interesting tactics.
You'd just about had enough of the sound of his name, when the bartender in front of you suddenly uttered it. You looked up, your eyes lidded in annoyance and your eyebrows subtly furrowed. Even his name alone had this effect on you, imagine how you would react had he been in front of you.
You barely had time to develop the thought, when you heard an irritating, drawn-out sound of pure delight coming from behind you.
"Nyo-hooo~ What do we have here? Are my eyes deceiving me or did I just stumble across an angel?" His flirtatious words sent a shiver down your spine, one you would soon come to wish you'd ignored completely.
"I think you're blind. This seat's already occupied." You spat out harsher than intended.
"Ohooh, you bite. How lovely." He sat down anyway, and tapped the bar table twice. The bartender poured him a drink, and as Gyro took the glass, lifted it to his lips and took a long sip, you came to the realization that his eyes had never left your face.
"What can I get you?" He took off his large hat, placing it on the table between the two of you as he ran his fingers through his hair. Only then did you look at him properly, only to wish you hadn't. His hair was prettier than you'd initially thought, and you cursed yourself out mentally from the mere thought. "Whiskey? Or do you prefer something fruity?" His voice was smooth, clearly practiced.
"My drink is just fine, thank you." You took a sip yourself, his low chuckle settling deep in your mind like a thorn.
"Don't be shy. We can be here all night if that's what you desire. I'm all yours until the sun rises again." He leaned back slightly, somehow flexing the muscles under his clothes just right. Was he doing this on purpose?
"You're not as modest as you seem. Or did the desert sun get to your head?" He laughed at your question, his own amusement rising by the minute at each word you uttered.
He downed his drink in one big gulp, his eyes still lingering on you. "Who knows? Maybe the desert sun just works in my favor." He said, and winked before he stood up. "The offer still stands. Until you come find me again, I'll be thinking about you." He tossed a coin to the bartender, and left.
Your eyes drifted to the lone glass he left behind, the faint smudge of green lipstick on its rim. Your hand reached for it slowly, your thumb touching the sticky gloss as your lips formed into a tiny smirk.
Hello everyone! Thank you so much for being patient with me, but I am officially coming back soon!
Iāve seen all the love from you guys, and Iām so glad that yāall like my work.
The semester is done, and I am currently on a very much needed vacation in Italy! Iāll come back next week, and when I have answered and posted all of my current asks in my inbox, Iāll open again for more suggestions!
Again, thank you all so much for the patience and understanding, and I canāt wait to come back š„°āØ
As you may have noticed (or not teehee), I havenāt been too active lately. Iām extremely busy with my studies, as weāre in the middle of what we like to call our āintense school periodā.
It happens every semester, and every time I put 110% of my time into it, including this one.
I sincerely apologize for not posting, and I wonāt be posting for a while. I will however without a doubt come back when I can, it might just be a while until then.
There are still requests in my inbox, and those have not been forgotten! I promise to come back, and Iām extremely grateful for everyoneās patience.
As always, thank you for the continued support, and I appreciate ALL of you š«¶āØ
Hellooooo,can I request the jojos with an anxious/easily scared s/o,a bit like kobeni from chainsaw man.thank you in advance and I love your writings
Yeeesss of course!! Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this one as well š„°
Sorry for the late post, I hope you see this š«¶āØ
Jonathan
This man would protect you without even thinking twice about it. He would do anything and everything to make you feel safe, and would never even dream of complaining about it.
Since he's a partner driven by love and affection, he's going to ask you how your day was every single night. Is there anything he could've done differently? Anything he maybe didn't do that he should've clocked in? He's not asking to be nice, he's asking because he genuinely wants you to feel good.
Since he has the means to, he'd buy you weighted blankets if it helped, and make you the best tea he could possibly brew. He would do his research on the tea as well, finding the best anxiety relieving leaves. He wouldn't spoil you though, afraid you would get overwhelmed by his unwavering devotion to you.
Jonathan is the type to love without restraint, and it shows. It shows in the way his large hand finds yours to ground your emotions, it shows in the way his voice softens around you, and it definitely shows in the way he treats even the most mundane things like it's important. You're feeling scared? He's there in no time, reassuring you that you're worth the effort he puts in, and more.
Joseph
At first, he doesn't quite understand. Not because he's an idiot, more because he's so used to just being so upfront about everything, he sort of forgets that people like you exist too.
When he gets to know you better, though, everything changes. He's determined to be the best boyfriend you could ask for, even if his demeanor sometimes scared you.
If he got in a fight with someone, he'd hold out on the information for a long time, until he inevitably had to tell you. It's not because he doesn't want you to know, he just doesn't want you scared for his sake. The tears that start to form on the corner of your eyes as he tells you about the event, is something he can never forget.
He's so invested in making you feel safe, he sometimes loses sleep over it.
If you stir in your sleep, his hold on you will tighten just that much, holding you flush against his warm chest, whispering sweet nothings of protection to your sleeping form.
"I'm here. Nothing will happen as long as your man is by your side." He just had to boast, even a tiny bit.
Jotaro
Is surprisingly gentle when he realizes what your occasional squeaks were. He's a lot bigger than you in stature, and his stare can be intimidating and he knows this intimately well. For this, he tries his best to be softer around you, as not to scare you further than you already are used to.
Whenever someone as much as raises their voice at you, he'd be there immediately by your side, not moving until he was absolutely sure you were alright. He'd stare at the stranger until they all but pissed their pants at the large shadow beside you.
He isn't good at words, so don't expect him to whip up an anecdote about how your feelings are valid. He tries to show you through actions instead, but realizes that he isn't better off with that either, turning his gentle rubbing on your back just that much more awkward.
Still you'd thank him, and still he'd look away in hidden embarrassment.
He hates loud people, and knowing how you weren't great around them either, actually relieves him more than you'd think. At least now, he could leave crowds with a better excuse than just simple irritation. It gave him a weird sense of purpose.
Josuke
This man is just as loud as his father, but just like him, he'd tone it down as soon as he got a grip on how loud and sudden movements might make you feel.
If something inconvenient happens, and you start to panic as a result, you better believe he'd be pissed about your peace being disturbed.
One thing he knows that helps him with his anxiety, is that comfort comes in snacks and drinks! He'd observe what you like, silently memorizing your favorite type of chocolate, your preferred soft drink and even your number one choice of movie to watch, and would surprise you by bringing you all three.
As you sat there enjoying the chocolate he'd graciously picked for you, he would scoot towards you in a gentle way, afraid to disturb you while you chilled.
He'd watch you carefully, watching you instead of the movie, his thoughts completely transfixed on you and your breathing. If you laugh at a funny scene, he'd jump slightly from the surprise of your movement, which in turn would make you jump as well.
He wasn't great at this, but he tried his best, and you couldn't have asked for more.
Giorno
If anyone is built for these kinds of interactions of reassurance and gentle affection, it's definitely Giorno. He's the human equivalent of essential oils and heating pads, and he couldn't be more proud of providing such care for you.
It becomes part of his daily routine, to always silently make sure you are alright. You seem stressed? A gentle hand is on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing soothing patterns where it rests. You seem good? He smiles tenderly to himself, happy that his presence can calm you enough to ground you.
Giorno will shower you in sweet words, often holding you gently while doing so. His calm aura is contagious enough, but he needs to be extra sure he can wash away all forms of anxiety, so he goes the extra mile each time.
He takes pride in being there for you whenever you need him, but he also needs you to understand that he can't always be there. He's a busy man, and when he's been away for too long, he uses Gold Experience to send a sweet butterfly your way before morphing into a fragrant flower in your hand, its scent intended to ground you.
His love for you is unyielding, and he intends to show you whenever he's able to.
Jolyne
She is loud by nature, and seemingly invites chaos to her life whenever she's around, and it somehow always effects you too. She hates that it does, but she will not ignore it, always prompting to pay extra attention on your well being whenever something turbulent happens.
What she hates the most is whenever your breathing turns rapid, and your hands begin to fidget in angst. If this happens, she hurries to your side, voice gentle and grounding as she speaks.
"Look around slowly. How many windows do you see?" "Focus on my voice." "What is your name. Say it slowly."
She learned this method of calming down by her mom, and because it worked on her, she uses it on you to see if it'll work as well. To her delight, it always does.
Will fight for you and defend you, no matter what. She isn't proud of how intense her voice gets in these situations, but she could care less when it's all for you.
Love comes in many forms, and with her, it comes in reassuring words and focused attention.
Johnny
Whenever you'd get scared, he'd stay by your side, unwavering and unyielding next to you. He wouldn't say much, and would prefer to ground you with his presence rather than his words.
If you did need a word or two though, he wouldn't hesitate. His words aren't sugar-coated, and are usually harsh in their tone, but they would matter. Johnny isn't a man to do things half-way, and it showed in the way he spoke to you.
"You're alright, nothing is happening. You're just overthinking it." He didn't need to say much more than that, prompting to let his warmth comfort you instead.
Although he was usually blunt, he never made a big deal out of it, but he certainly wouldn't forget it either. He'd stay by your side until you'd calm down, often ready with some water if you were to need some.
If someone scared you - intentionally or not - he wouldn't make a scene, and would instead lead you away from the whole thing. He's an expert at scouting these events way before they even neared you, so these were usually on the rarer side.
