Pretty sure Formaggio didn’t take the Covid-19 seriously at the begining of the pandemic. “It’s just a flu. I’m not gonna stop living because a fucking flu!” He regreted those words very much when he was infected by the virus. He spent 2 weeks in pain, by himself while the rest of la Squadra were unable to take care of him but still made fun of him (except Risotto who made sure to check on him from time to time) After he finally recovered, the confinement was put in place.
His sleep schedule is pretty fucked up. Wake up, eat and go to sleep at random hours during night or days. All of the booze he had in stock was gone by the first week. No more snacks for him too. Since there was nothing else to do, he decided to learn cooking but the food he made was not terrible cause he lacked many ingredients and many times, he had to improvise something. Also, since he cooked to spend time, he ended up with more food than he could eat. It was this point that he started to think about another hobby.
He bingewatched all kind of shows and movies until he felt like his eyes were going blind. When he is particulary bored, he calls other members of la squadra to strike up conversations but it never works for too long. It always ends up with them hunging up on him screaming “Formaggio, you’re just bored! Go do something with your life!”
Ouch, I feel you so hard my friend. I always get so depressed when I’m on my period. With the pain and the hormones drop, I just wanna die too. I also want to consume content that might not be very well for me in my depressed state. I’ve answered your request ( cause I love ansgt too and I have nothing to do in my life right now XD) but may I advice you to read it another time? When you are feeling better? You can drop a message in my inbox and talk together if it helps. I was going for a few headcanons but it turned out as fic, oh well *shrugs*.
Please proceed with caution:
Jotaro reacting to his s/o death: Cw: Death, Cw: Depression.
Jotaro was probably at his work when he heard about his s/o’s death. The news hit him hard, everything felling fuzzy around him. He thought he was going to be sad but he didn’t. He felt... nothing. He was more concerned about trying to comfort his s/o’s parents talking to him on the phone (even though comforting people has never been his forte) then about his lover’s death. He took a break from his work and traveled his s/o’s hometown. During the trip, he is left with his thoughts, and with his feelings, or should I say, his lack of feelings. Why wasn’t he sad? He wondered. He knew it wasn’t the first time he lost suddenly people he cared deeply about, but he never thought it would numb him to other deaths. After a few minutes by himself, he gave up thinking at once and turned on the radio.
He continued to not think at all, taking care of things as they come up. He said mechanically words of condelances to his s/o’s family and thanked others when they presented their sympathies for his loss. He answered to questions he was asked on the beat, without too much pondering. When he saw his s/o corpse, his mind just stopped working: it was as if it were full of static. Just like that, he spent an infinite amount of time in front of what had been his lover, the joy of his life. If you saw him, you wouldn’t be able to say if he were actually breathing or not. Then one of his s/o’s relative came to take him, it was time for the burial.
Jotaro left as soon as the ceremony was over. Every inch of his body was repulsed by the idea of lingering in that place. Even as his s/o was lowered in their grave and covered by dirt, he still didn’t feel anything. Even as weeks passed by, he still didn’t feel anything. There was only an emptiness that was threatening to swallow him whole. In order distract his mind, to fill the hollowness, Jotaro submerged himself in work. He had never been a joyous fellow, prefering work to everything else. However, the amount of work he was doing was too much, even for him.
Then one day, or one night, he couldn’t tell, time became a homogeonous line for Jotaro, as he is rummaging through his papers, he found a token from the past: stickers of various sea animals, a gift from his s/o. They gave it to him as a joke, knowing how much he loved those creatures but despised childish things. Jotaro was not fond stickers, he was way past these kind of frivolity . But he did love what the sea had to offer and he appreciated the gesture so he never threw away the stickers, prefering to leave them in his own belongings even without the intention of ever using them.
At that moment, many memories flooded back into Jotaro’s mind: their first meeting, their confession, their first date, their first fight, their first anniversary... Their last kiss, their last words, their last meeting. Suddenly, Jotaro lifted his head, wondering how long has it been since...? And as he looked around him, searching for clues, their presence made itself aware. He could see their bored face as they were opening the fridge for no purpose, their back swaying to the sound of their humming while cooking breakfast, them looking at the window before happily shouting “Jotaro, look! The weather is so nice today!”, their silhouette multiplying and propragating through the rooms, with their voice calling out to him. They were everywhere at once and nowhere.
Their presence became overwhelming and Jotaro felt himself choke on his tears. Jotaro clutched the stickers tightly, pressing them against his chest. His s/o were gone and they took something with them that can never be replaced, that he would always miss.
No, I haven’t done this and, you know what dear Anon? That’s a lovely idea!
Hc of la Squadra as Husbandos, undercut for length:
Many people were worried about you when you married Risotto. With his scary appearance, and even scarier profession reputation, he seemed like a bad match. Little did they know that Risotto was nothing but gentle with you. As the chief of a team, he knows how to care about others although he can be somewhat bossy from time to time. He separates his private, and his professional life but that doesn’t mean you are not acquainted with his teammates. They too are a part of his family. He prefers relaxing at home, leaving his work behind. However, whenever he feels like he has been away for too long, which happens more than he would like, he likes to do some paperwork at home so he can at least be near you. He shows you his soft side too, and even indulge with you in pointless activities like watching videos of cute cats. Risotto is only human but he warns you about keeping this to yourself, he has a reputation to hold.
Prosciutto would prefer a partner who stays at home. He would love to take care of them, and maybe, to see them care for their children. But he isn’t closed to other alternatives. Expect a lot of intimate nights with him cooking you dinner or taking you outside. As a traditional italian man, he values family so he is somewhat acquainted your relatives but he keeps his distance with them due the kind of job he has. He pays your parents a short visit from time to time, usually during holidays.
Pesci is the doting husband™. He is ever so grateful that you chose to spend your life at his side, and it shows! Expect a lot of sweet words ,and sweet gestures. He can never say no to you, and his way of always avoiding conflicts can be irritating sometimes but how can you stay mad at him? He is so good to you.
Illuso never thought much about being married and here he is with you, his partner for life. He loves to boast about you, congratulating himself for choosing such a perfect partner. Just like Prosciutto, loves showering his partner in expensive gifts. For some reasons, he knows ALL of the neighbourhood’s gossips, and he gladly shares his spicy knowledge with you. Is that bitchy Karen annoying you because she decided you’re the bane of her existence? Illuso has just the juicy piece of information you can use against her so she can shut up once and for all!
Ghiaccio is worrisome because when both of you quarrel, his voice can be heard all over the neighbourhood! But since he is quick to anger, he is also quick to calm down, especially when it’s you, his partner, who try to soothe him. However, you sometimes lose your cool, and shout back at him. He never wants to admit he was wrong but his fear of losing you, someone who finally accepted to see past his anger, makes him question himself, and encourages him fix his shortcomings. He is actually very kind, and his sweet side along with his clear feelings for you, helps you put up with his quick-temper.
Melone actually dreamt about getting married but his eagerness and his work prevented him from doing so, until he met you! He loves calling you “My Wife/My Husband/My Partner” - the last one is his favorite because it sounds like you are partners in crime-. He can be overbearing , and other people find him creepy but you don’t care, nobody is perfect and he is YOURS!
You, and Formaggio always look like a young married couple no matter how many years you have been married. It may be because he always takes you to the coolest bars/nightclubs. He tries also to travel with you whenever his jobs allows him. The bad thing with him is that he does little housework, and is prone to come home late, whether because he was on mission or drinking at his friends’ house.
@jotaros-baby-girl, your wishes are orders sweetheart! A little disclaimer before I begin though: Dear reader, I’m going to write about colorism. I’m not black but we studied the subject at University. I know a fairly amount althought I never experienced it and I’m no expert. So, if I have got something wrong, please feel free to tell me! We all make mistakes, we’re only human. Without further ado:
H/c about Jotaro Kujo with a small african american gf:
- Jotaro is not the type to show his affections but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care. He notices your strange behavior in particular situations, like when you are meeting with your friends and you seem uncomfortable. He asks you if they have hurt and are mean to you but since you denied, he feels completely lost. Still, he doesn’t want to bother you so he doesn’t insist.
- He becomes aware of the problem when someone mistakes you for a latino because of your light skin. He starts doing researches. He would have never thought that you would be insecure about the way you look, let alone your skin color. For him, you are beautiful inside out and your appearance, your color, is only one of the many things he likes about you.
- He tries his best to aleviate your insecurity but he is careful to not fall in the extreme opposite and tokenize you. It doesn’t come easy though, Jotaro does not like expressing his emotions but for you, he is ready to go past it.
- Jotaro waits for a day where both of you have a lot of free time and creates a cosy atmosphere in your shared house. He sits with you, and, averting his eyes, he blurted out that he knows how uncomfortable you can be because of your metisse origins. Jotaro is a blushing mess when he tells you that he loves you, and that he wouldn’t have loved you less or more if your skin were darker or lighter. He says that he is ready to help you feel less insecure about yourself. He adds that he understands if you’re not comfortable opening out on the subject yet. He says he will always be there for you anyway so you should not hesitate to come to him if you want support.
I know, I know, I already have like 7 requests that have been sitting so long in my askbox, they are basically rotten. But, blame @yanderebloodlust for making me realize I needed to write something about Bruno with a mermaid S/O. So, without further ado:
You have always been curious about everything around you. As a mermaid, the world outside of the sea held many mysteries for you. It was the reason why despite the danger you might face, you always wanted to explore it. Your only contact with the unknown world was through various objects that the water brought you. And you took an immense pleasure examining those objects, wondering how they were made, what was their purpose. And your curiosity came back biting you, when you acquainted yourself with a net too much. First, it was only your tail that got caught. You were incapacitated, unable to swim, letting the current sweeping you away as it wished. But you had other concerns. The harder you fought, the deeper the net would dig in your skin. You decided to use your teeth to cut it. You bit it, tugging and pulling as hard as you could. After a lot of efforts, you were able to cut one of the many ropes that warped your bloody tail.
But as you were busy cutting the remain, you didn’t notice the remain of net circling you dangerously, and what was bound to happen, happened. Now, your neck was entangled too. You slid your hands under the ropes, but the only thing that got pulled out was the skin on your palms and on the back of your neck. Breathing became more difficult and panic overtook you. But the worst has yet to come. As you were battling for your life, you ended up being washed ashore. Your priority shifted from getting yourself free to crawling back into the water. But your efforts were vain.You were too weak, the waves kept pushing you back. Your eyes were clouded with tears. Not only were you going to die young and stupidly, but your corpse would not rest in the sea, your home. You weren’t worried about humans finding it, you knew your body would take the shape a fish after you pass away.
You closed your eyes, waiting for your doom. However, you snapped your eyes open when you heard someone approaching you. No, No No, No, No, you thought as you panicked again. A dark-haired human was hurrying toward you.You wanted to die in peace, why couldn’t he leave you alone? What did he want with you? He said something but it didn’t reach your ears. You were too focused on using your last forces to put some distance between you and him, with no success. You were too slow. He was near you in seconds, removing swiftly the net around your neck. You let out a gasp, inhaling as much you could. Finally, you were breathing!
The moment he finished freeing you, you jumped back in the water, hitting your savior’s face with the tip of your tail. And later, with a calmer mind, you began regretting it. That human saved you, and all you did to repay him back was by hitting him. How ungrateful! Then you thought to yourself that you weren’t wrong to treat him that way. Humans couldn’t be trusted, maybe he didn’t help you out of charity. Maybe he had dark plans for you and that’s why he freed you. Maybe you were right to ran away. As your wounds healed, you pondered, changing your mind back and forth.
When you were finally back in shape, your curiosity, the same one that nearly costed your life, pushed you to learn more about your savior. It wasn’t hard really. Many times, you found him around the same place he saved you. Maybe he lived nearby? Or maybe he came back multiple times because he too, hoped to see you? Sometimes, he would stare back at the sea, as if he could feel your gaze. You would then dive in quickly, your heart pounding in your chest, wondering if he has seen you. One day, you decided you were fed up from observing him from far away. It had to stop. Your fellow mermaids started suspecting something with you being away most of the time. They already didn’t approve your too keen interest in the human world but if they found out you were observing one particular human…
It was time to severe any links you had with him. Selfless or not, you had to repay him for his act of kindness. Then, everything would naturally stop. You heard that Humans were greedy creatures, having an immense love for shining objects like gold and special stones. With that in mind, you got your hands anything that you thought humans would consider as precious. You were able to scavenge a decent amount of foreign objects, mainly from ancient shipwrecks. With your treasure packed, you headed for your destination, and waited. Even after he arrived finally, you still hesitated to approach him. There was nobody around beside him, yet, going near him seemed like an impossible task. Watching him from far away was a thing. But being anywhere near him?
You gathered all of your resolve, thinking to yourself you didn’t come all of this way for nothing, and shortened the distance separating the two of you. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was going to fly open from your chest. At long length, you were near him. You peeked your head outside of the water. His blue eyes meet yours, his gaze wide from surprise before softening.
- Buonasera, he said. It’s you again.
“You again?” so he did notice you observing him from far away… You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came of it. Fuck. You were so busy looking for a decent reward, and trying to accoast him, you hadn’t thought about what you would say. How did you ignore something so important? What were you going to say? Would you just greet him back, thank him then give him his prize? Wouldn’t that be a bit too dry to address your savior in that way?
- It’s a relief to see you in a good shape. You don’t seem to have any scars from those wounds either. What’s your name? Mine is Bruno.
You looked at him as if he had two heads. You heard that if some humans had powers and if you gave them your name, they would then have total control over you. Was he going to do the same with you? He did have some mysterious ability, you witnessed the presence of some kind of spirit standing at his side when he released you from your binds… You looked at him, at loss with how to act.
- Or perhaps you don’t understand what I’m saying, let out Bruno.
You shook your head. No, you were definitely understand every word he uttered.
- You understand me? Yes? Then you can’t speak? No? I see, you’re shy. That’s okay. I understand.
He didn’t seem to mind your mutism, and now, that you could see him up close, there was a kindness in his eyes… Suddenly, you remember why you were here in the first place. You pulled your bag out of the water, and presented it to him.
- Is that gold? Are you giving it to me as a thank you for saving you?
You nodded. He extended his arm to gently push the bag back to you. You insisted on him having it but he was more determined to refuse your gift.
- No, I can’t accept it. I didn’t help you because I was expecting a reward. I only did the right thing to do. Seeing you alive, and healthy is enough.
You were surprised by his reaction. What were you going to do with this treasure? You had no use for it, and now, you had to think of something else. But currently, you had to go back home. You were away for too long. You didn’t want to raise suspicion about your behavior. You turned your back, ready to leave when you heard Bruno’s voice again.
- Wait! Are we going to meet again?
You looked at him, thinking deeply.
- Maybe, you whispered softly, before diving in the waves.
PS: I know requests are closed but if you ask gently, I will write more. Promise~
Nice combination! Hope you like it :P Undercut for length:
Narancia having a crush on you was so not subtle that even someone as non-observant as you could notice it. And how could you not when he tried very much to impress you? It resulted in him trying hard to appear as somebody who was strong, mature, and reliable. You didn’t mind though, you found it endearing how he did his best to help you everytime he had the chance. This time was no exception: The both of you went doing errands together for the rest of the gang, and he insisted on carrying the groceries bag.
- Are you okay? You sure you don’t me to carry some with you? You asked, concerned.
- Yes, I’m fine. It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.
And as to prove his saying, he started swing the bag by the handles back and forth. However, in this motion, the bottom gave up, and the content scattered everywhere. There was a couple of eggs which flew in your direction, falling on your feet, ruining your shoes, and splashing some of your pants in process. It was so sudden, and out of nowhere, it took you some time to process what exactly happened.
- Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Shouted Narancia.
Looking at your dirty shoes then at Narancia, you couldn’t help but bursted out laughing. The contrast between his confident, nearly cheeky behavior from a couple seconds ago ,and his apologetic, red face was hilarious. You gestured you were fine than kneeled down, trying to salvage what you could from the scattered remains. However, you were still laughing, and Narancia clumsy gestures didn’t help you calm down. Each time you think you were done laughing, you remembered the scene, and you were laughing again.
You kept the incident to yourself, not wanting to embarassing Narancia in front of the others, but you kept hinting at what happened, teasing him in the process. It became a private joke between the two of you. Despite the episode being humiliating, Narancia was grateful you didn’t get mad at him for soiling your clothes, even more about the fact deciding to not expose this shameful experience to others. It made him appreciate you even more..
Part two of your request @ravenemilia, as promised! It’s full of fulff ahead, procede with caution.
12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” + Josuke, Undercut for length:
Josuke was looking at the arcade machine’s screen, grinning like a dumbass. He has been playing for awhile against people, and he kept winning, like the champ he was. That was he got to play for 2 hours straight without spending a single dime, his opponents kept losing and paying for the game.
- Does anyone else want to challenge the king? He asked.
Everybody avoided eye-contact with him, not wanting to humiliate themselves in public.
- Come on? Nobody? This time, I will be the one paying.
- Sounds interesting, said a voice. I accept the challenge.
- Good, said confidently Josuke as he looked at you. Take a seat. As promised, I will be the one paying for this game so no need to worry about losing.
- I wasn’t because in any case, I am not planning on paying.
- I like your confidence. Let’s see if you can keep that up once I have beaten your ass.
- Same for you.
You won easily, as you expected. After observing him for awhile, you knew exactly how to counter his way of playing. However, he wasn’t done with you.
- Hmph, not bad. let out Josuke. It was beginner's luck. This time, I won’t leave you any chances.
- Oh, please do. The outcome will still be the same though.
And you beat him, again. He was surprised but not mad. He was just motivated to win against you, a mighty opponent! You both kept playing again, and again. Although you were surrounded by many curious observers, it felt like you were alone. You were having so much fun! And what was bound to happen, happened. You lost a game.
- Ha! Finally! I knew I was the best!
- I won 26 times, and you, only once, but sure thing! You said as you stood up, giving him a coin.
- Wait, where are you going?
- Home.
- We still have a score to settle!
- I have to catch the last bus. I don’t want to end up walking back home by feet.
- That’s not a problem. I will drive you back home so stay please!
You looked at him, intrigued. He was being one hundred percent serious. You pondered for a minute if letting a stranger driving you back home would be a good idea. if something turned bad, you could still use your phone to call for help. Plus, he didn’t look like the kind of person who would mug or kidnap you, with those puppy eyes he was making.
- So you’re saving money from the bus and form gaming? How can I refuse an offer like that.
- Ha, you’re going to spend all of your money on the next games. Now that I have beaten you, I’m planning on keeping doing it.
- You only won because I took pity on you, you teased. But now, no more playing nice…
Both of you kept playing until the arcade literally kicked you out. He did win as he promised but only a few times, you were still far ahead with your score. You continued teasing him, and he didn’t take it badly, throwing back some shades at you.
- So… Where’s your car? You asked.
- Who said I have a car?
- Don’t joke like that, you said you were driving me!
- And I’m going to, with this baby!
Josuke pointed at motorcycle. It was very stylish, suiting its driver, with its diamond motifs. You couldn’t help but whistled at it.
- Niiiceee, you commented.
- Worked all summer to have it, he declared as he was removing his jacket before expanding it toward you.
- What?
- It’s cold, take my jacket. It’s going to be even colder with the wind blowing while I’m driving.
- But, don’t you like need it, too?
- Not as much as you do.
You didn’t question any longer, and took it. The fabric was soft, and it had a nice fragrance. As you positioned yourself behind, he urged you to hold on to him. He promised you he will drive slowly, and carefully before switching the motor on. It was your first time on a motorcycle, and you loved it. The wind blowing on your face filled your soul with freedom. You felt secure and at peace with your chest pressed firmly against Josuke’s back.The empty streets were gleaming with a pleasant gold light emanating from the street lamps.
You were slightly disappointed when you reach your destination. Tonight has been pleasant, and you didn’t want it to end.
- We’re here.
- Thank you.
- No problem. Thank you for deciding to stay with me. It was very nice.
He was scratching his neck slightly. You removed his jacket and gave it back to him.
- You know, the night can still go on if you want. I have some video games. Why don’t you come in and get your revenge? Not that you will.
- Sounds interesting, he said imitating your voice. I accept the challenge.
You both bursted out laughing and spent the rest of the night playing at your home. Then, when sunrise came, you went out to have a breakfast outside. As you parted from each other, you thought to yourself that you didn’t mind spending more days with Josuke at your side...
No problem! Communication’s problems are bound to happen. I will be dividing this request in two parts if you don’t mind dear anon.
14) “Can I have this dance?” + Bruno, undercut for length:
You and Bruno were enjoying your night out at your favorite restaurant. The food was good but not as good as the man accompanying you. Your lover always knew how to put you at ease, and with him at your side, you felt like you could do everything. There was a music in the background but you didn’t pay much attention to it, you were focus solely on the handsome man in front you. That was until a particular song came in.You didn’t know that one but it was so catchy, making you want to dance. Your body slightly swaying in the rhythm without much thought, and Bruno noticed.
- Can I have this dance? He asked as he put his hand on yours.
- Really? You blurted out, surprised.
- Why not?
- Well, I’m not a good dancer.
- That’s okay. It’s all about enjoying the dance, not being good at it.
You hesitated for a moment. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself and embarrass your partner.
- You can just follow my lead if you’re not confident, he added. But, if that makes you uncomfortable, I won’t oblige you.
Your heart melted at his words. He was such a thoughtful person.
- You know what? you let out as you stood up. Let’s do it!
Bruno smiled at your enthusiasm. He held your hand as he took you the dancefloor. Your anxiety grew as you glanced around. There was too many people to your taste. Bruno interrupted your train of thoughts as he pulled you closer. He whispered in your ear:
- Y/N, keep your eyes on me.
Following his instructions was really easy. You couldn’t take his eyes off him, he was too good looking. Still, you were blushing, you weren’t used to have him this close. It seemed as if the world around you faded. You timidly followed his pace, and slowly gained confidence. You eased into his embrace, and the blush on your cheeks was replaced by a smile on your lips. You felt lightheaded, with a warm growing in your chest.
It felt nice, to dance with the one you loved. You could see he was enjoying it too. When the song switched to a slower one, you rested your head on his chest. Lulled by his pleasant smell, his steady heart and the warm of his skin through his cloths, you wanted to say like this forever.
