#i know you love dio hes your brother and grew up with him

[miguels-wifey]

HIDE AND SEEK

WARNINGS: NSFW, fluff, bit of angst (or a lot, i could be lying)

WORDS: 1.8k

SUMMARY: he usually knows where gabi hides, why doesn't he know today? he isn't your miguel, but you're his y/n.

A/N: my neighbors are arguing, i wrote this at 2:35 am.

“Ay, Dios. Gabi.. where are you, mija?” Miguel looked around the house, playing hide and seek never ended well. Considering that he was the leader of their Spider-Man cult— thing, Gabriella always hid in good places.

“She's right over there, Mig.” you whisper to him as he walks past your bedroom. “Papa! You found me!” she giggled as Miguel took her in his arms. “As much as I love you two, Gabi, baby, you have school tomorrow. It's late, go to bed. Darling, you have work in the morning.” the father-daughter duo huffed in disappointment but reluctantly said goodnight and retreated to their bedrooms.

You peered over at your husband as he sat on the edge of the bed. “What was that back there?” you asked, not a serious question. You were simply asking why he needed you to help find Gabriella. Usually, he would find her pretty quickly. “What do you mean, cariño?” you shrug, brushing off your slight curiosity. “Nevermind, maybe she just hid well today.” you muttered as you flipped through pages of your book. “Okay... Goodnight, mi amor.” your eyes hovered over his wrist. He wasn't wearing it. When you two became started dating, so many years ago, it's funny now that you recall it all. You made him a bracelet with your initials and his— cheesy, you knew it too, but he loved it and wore it till now. The only times he took it off was when he showered, before work and during sex. Always managed to remember to put it on right after work.

“Babe, where's your bracelet?” you were replied with soft snoring by your waist. What has gotten into him? You quietly set down your book and turned off the bedside lamp. “I love you.” you thought you heard Miguel mumble against your skin as he pulled you closer. “I love you too, big guy.” you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Miguel has been... more affectionate, no— you couldn't really describe his recent behavior. But you knew his love for you and your daughter didn't change. It felt like he was grasping onto what was left of his life. As if you and Gabi would disappear into thin air. You did. But you don't need to know that. He seemed forgetful. His daily routine seemed out of place to you. He would forget things, or that was what he told you at least. He forgot to take Gabriella to soccer practice after school one day. He never forgets.

“Mierda. Lyla, I need you to pull up the damn anomaly diagnostics. I don't want anything messing up.” Miguel grumbled as a hologram popped up from his watch, “you got it grumpy!” he looked at the diagnostics. Everything was okay. Everything was perfectly fine, just the way things should be. “Thank you.” he took off the watch. He never glitched— for some odd reason, it only happened to the other spiders. Maybe because he went through so many universes to find you, you and Gabi.

“Honey, we're home!” you shouted from the living room, loud enough for him to hear. “Papa! Look what mommy bought for me!” the little girl held out a teddy bear almost taller than her. It had beady eyes and a little bow tie. “That's so cute, mija! Did you thank mama?” she nodded with a huge grin on her face, “it's so fluffy. I love it!” she squealed as she ran to her bedroom.

“Gabi wanted pizza for dinner, sooo we are ordering in. Thank God, I didn't feel like cooking tonight.” you groaned as your smaller frame was engulfed by Miguel's arms. “How was work, Miggy?” his fingers ran through your hair, “boring. No lab explosions today.” you snickered at his words. “That does seem pretty boring,” you say with a click of your tongue. He chuckled as you moved to look at him. “Y'know, your mom said that it was about time Gabi had a little brother or sister.” Miguel's smile grew, “she did?” you hummed, “mhm... although I think she just wants another grandchild.”

Without any further questions, you found yourself laying in bed on your back with your husband's hands gripping onto your waist and your nails digging into his back. “Slow down, Miguel!” you whined as he pounded into you, “I'm sorry–” he catches his breath as his movements slow down, “are you alright? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry- I didn't mean to..” you shook your head. “No, I'm fine. I'm okay, Mig. Still in one piece.” you laughed as you brought your lips to his cheek. “It's not funny, cariño. I'm not laughing.” he pulled out of you and slipped his boxers back on. “My husband usually gets my jokes. Are you sure that you're him?” you joked, not knowing that your little joke would cause him to freak. He froze at your words, “what? What's wrong? Darling?”

“Nothing. Everything is just fine,” perfectly fine.

Nothing was perfectly fine. He wasn't your Miguel, and he knew it. He wouldn't get your little inside jokes, and your suspicions grew, but thankfully, he managed to get past your questions. He tried to get as much information about your universe's Miguel from HQ as he could. He knows that you two went to the same high school, you became friends in college, and then started dating. He proposed 4 years into your relationship. A year later, you got married, and your dress was classy, elegant. “Men wear boring suits you can never depend on one for fashion advice”, you said that in your toast to him. The wedding was on the beach, it was spring. Not summer– you loved summer, but a summer wedding would've been too late into the year.

You were pregnant with Gabi a year and a half after your wedding. The three of you celebrated Gabi's 6th birthday at Chuck E. Cheese, she begged for a birthday there but ended up terrified of the robot rat. Or is he a mouse? You never knew the difference. But, she was so scared of him that she slept in your bedroom that night.

A few months later, your Miguel died. You didn't know. You didn't know he was Spider-Man. He died saving the city. Although it was a sad thing, Miguel couldn't help but take his place. So he took it. He knew you. You were just like his y/n. The only difference was the memories you shared.

“Shit, that's the pizza guy.” you got up from the bed and swiftly put on your clothes. You sprinted over to the front door, paid and thanked the delivery guy, and set the boxes on top of the dining table. “Miguel! Gabi! Dinners here, come on.” you saw them pop out of the hallway and take their spots at the dinner table. “Mommy after I finish eating dinner, can we play Hide and Seek tonight?” Gabriella asked, her little legs swinging back and forth from her chair. “I don't see why not. Who's gonna be the seeker, baby?” Gabi smiles and points at Miguel, “Papa!”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #rozie's fics ! #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel

[narcosmx]

Hey, I'm so happy you're back I missed reading your works.I was wondering if you'll still do the requests that you mentioned there because they were all great ideas : https://www.tumblr.com/narcosmx/669340063334842368/request-list-here-is-a-list-of-the-request-that

being enedina's best friend and falling for benjamin arellano-felix would include:

a/n: okay so this made mee think about the enedina's bff falling for benjamin thing and i got going, so yes i'll be going back to some of these hehe

okayokay hear me out rich boss babes together

WHICH LEAD ME TO THINK LIKE WHAT IF ENEDINA'S BFF WAS AMADO'S YOUNGER SISTER

so like amado is the kind of older brother where like... you call me and ofc i'll come solve your problems for you but can you like....maybe handle what you can on your own

kinda just gives her a wad of cash, la bendicion and be like go live your life kid at least one of us should enjoy the money i'm making lol

"vaya con dios mijita" also get the vibes that he def taught you how to fly too

so i imagine you being a little bit more rough and tumble than enedina

but like you bring out the boss bitch in her, reminds her she is capable of breaking away from this idea of "being a woman" was

being bffs with dina gives me like, you practically live at her place vibes you know

like you have a toothbrush, and clothes and your favorite soaps in the goddamn shower

you go home only to like swap out the roation of outfits you have or getting a new pair of shoes or something

otherwise you were essentially living at the arellano-felix house, shit even their mom jokes about her liking you more than your own kids

and the girls fucking love having you around, and lowkey probably ramon too because you're never one to shoot down his crazy ass ideas

pancha is like "don't you like, ever get tired of being here" and you're like "don't you ever get tired of being the ugliest member of this family?"

and benjamin oh benjamin at first he tries to pay you no mind, but you're not one he can easily ignore

so he resigns himself to nodding at you and huffing with laughter when he sees how comfortably you lounge around his fucking house because no matter what you do like he cannot get mad at you

you do something and he smiles and someone else does that same exact thing he'd rip them several new assholes.

okay listen i don't know why i get the vibes that like you're an expert at breaking into anything that isn't welded shut

you know, like you grew up around criminals you were bound to pick something up

not that you had to break into dina's place, you had a key but sometimes it's just fun to freak the other's out

i just imagine, like benjamin coming home a day after having like fortified security and he just looks into the backyard and you're chilling poolside

he walks out and it like "w-we changed the locks yesterday after a security issue... how the fuck did you? dina is out making your key right now??"

you nearly giggling as you take a sip of your drink "you make me laugh, benji"

YOU CALLING HIM BENJI I CANNOT \

him opening his mouth to say something and him being like yeah nope nevermind and turning on his heel and walking inside

hehe having to turn on his heels so fast because he can't help but smile at you and your antics

dina walking out and being like "hey bebe, i left your key in your bag" but side eyeing her brother because she knows she knows something is up

because no one makes her wet blanket of a brother smile like that

you and dina going to fancy dinners together can you imagine, going to the hottest spots in all of baja

you two getting all dolled up in her room together, they can hear you laughing from down the street lol

unabashedly singing at the top of your lungs lol

but i also have this one moment of scene stuck in my head

you and dina are in a rush getting ready to go somewhere and like dina is showering and you're like

well i'm def not showering in any of the other boys fucking rooms because NOPE

and i dunno but benjamin gives you vibes that his bathroom would be clean and so you...go for it

you couldnt have shame if they paid you so you're just out here causally breaking into fucking tijuana's biggest drug dealer's room

going in to take a shower, showering you know and then as you come out with like a robe wrapped around yourself and drying yout hair, benjamin is entering the room

and there's just this moment where benjamin is looking at you like with like a what the fuck but like amused face

and you're like "look, where else did you want me to go? i'm def not fucking showering in ramon's shower"

and benjamin is like "hm i don't know maybe???? the freaking guest bathroom"

and you laughing him off the face of the planet

and okay imagine he has like documents laying around his room because he wakes up in the middle of the night and worries about bus iness stuff because that's him

anyways you saw it and you idk just have this knack for business or math and you just walk up past him brushing against him and kiss his cheek and are like "thanks for sharing the bathroom with me, and if you raise the tax 1.5 percent over 6 months you'll cover that cost" you note motioning your head towards the document and walking away AHHH

#narcos mexico #narcos fan fiction #narcos mexico imagines #benjamin arellano felix x reader #benjamin arellano felix

[noyasaur]

hi! Can you talk a bit about you jjba dr? (If youre comfy ofc!) ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

an introduction to my jjba dr! ✩₊˚.⋆

cw: spoilers for jojo's bizaare adventure!

-> hihi! and yes omg ofcc!! i haven't shifted to my jjba dr yet but i would LOVEE to just ramble all about it if you don't mind 😌 gonna make it all aesthetic and cute too cuz hell yea😍

-> all images used (except the dividers) are from pinterest and full credit goes to the authors of these images :)

★ . about my jjba desired reality!

right now, i only have one jjba desired reality which the whole thing about is me going on all the adventures from part three to five!

i think in the future i want to have a few more desired realities like one experiencing part two and part six and maybe even more of the parts if i end up finishing the other mangas! i also want to have a jjba dr set in modern times and also a jjba-based reality with kpop idols!

the timeline: in my main jjba reality, i've changed the timeline of some things so i can experience all the adventures in the different parts with the jojo boys in succession one after the other.

for example, when i first shift to this reality, i start with going on the adventures of part three with jotaro and the other stardust crusaders. the events of part four happen a year after the events of the stardust crusaders adventures when me, and jotaro are ordered to go to morioh by the speedwagon foundation to investigate well, jotaro's 'cousin'😭

in this reality, there was no affair 😙 joseph has a daughter and a son: holly and hugo. hugo is holly's younger brother and when he graduates high school, he goes off to japan for university. however, he meets tomoko there and they become a couple. long story short, he gets her pregnant and he never told any of his family, in fear of what they might say about him having a child so young. so that's how there is no affair that makes everyone go crazy, how josuke exists and how i can experience adventures when i'm not an old lady and i don't have to wait like twenty years between each adventure! (lmao)

obviously i can't live without kakyoin being dead and everyone else, so they live in this version 🤗 also, i made dio sort of less? evil? he doesn't actually commit any crimes against other humans (except blood-sucking ew but he doesn't kill anyone and just keeps people hostage as slaves and maids while he does his evil bidding eek) but is just hellbent on 'destroying' the joestar bloodline.

thinking about adding some other people into this reality too? for example, i was really contemplating adding sunghoon into this reality and making him one of dio's sons or something but during part three, he turns on his father and helps us defeat him 😜 this is a possible addition but i'm not sure if i'll go through with this or not!

i also have some generational pact with the brandos (i didn't do it, my grandpa did smh), though i fight with the joestars. long story short, my grandpas was in love with dio and made a pact that he would swear to protect the brando bloodline (my grandpa = speedwagon but dio's version) /hj might explain this later but im still in the works with figuring out how it's going to work and the backstory behind it!

★ . about me!

background: i was born in australia on the (??\??\???? - not sure on the dates and whether i want it to be set in the 80's or the 00's). i was born with a faint, butterfly-shaped marking on my back. none of my parents knew what it meant but as i grew older, it continued to grow darker, and darker. self-conscious of the odd mark etched into my back, i bandaged it up to hide it. i lived a pretty peaceful childhood. however, the after i turned thirteen years of age, very strange occurrences kept happening to me.

there were some instances where things would become heavier or lighter, or where my parents felt as if they were moving in slow-motion or faster than usual. i would get weird dreams, some of the past, and some of the very, far future.

little did i know, this was all the work of my stand manifesting.

not knowing what was happening, i was shipped off to japan to live with my uncle, in tokyo in hopes that my uncle would be able to fix whatever was going on with me. you see, my uncle is a very spiritual man. while he works as an astronomer and a psychologist, he is very knowledgeable in the likes of tarot cards, magic, and otherworldly forces (etc). he did everything he could and that was in his power to try and figure out what was happening to me, since that was his forte and all.

and thus, after years of dealing with these strange incidents, at the age of 15, my stand manifested before me. i was crossing the street, on the way back to my uncle's apartment from visiting a convenience store. however, i didn't notice a car zooming towards me until it was too late. i shut my eyes, assuming it was all over. this was my fate: i was going to die a horrible and painful death. and there was nothing i could to about it.

i shut my eyes, bracing myself for the impact and my inevitable doom.

i waited.

and waited.

and yet, i felt nothing.

the impact never came. the excruciating pain and blast i expected to feel, never hit my body.

i was alive. and completely unscathed. but. . . how?

i wearily opened my eyes and to me confusion and horror, i saw her. i saw a strikingly beautiful but eerie human-like creature floating in front of me. it had it's arms extended out toward the car, which was now moving at an impeccably slow snail's pace.

after standing there in shock for a few seconds, i shook my head and scurried away.

around a few times after this incident, the frequency at which i had those 'weird' dreams dramatically increased. they turned from being a fortnightly, even monthly occurrence, to having those dreams many nights in a row, back to back.

oddly enough, with every dream i was having, i couldn't help but feel they were starting to feel a lot less like dreams but a lot more like visions.

after two weeks of more odd visions and happenings, i finally told my uncle. he was deeply puzzled as he tried to make sense of what was happening to me. and after a few minutes of pondering, something washed over his face.

was it relief? or more confusion?

did he finally work out what was happening to me?

but in the end, all he told me what that if i were to ever run into a man with the name 'Joseph Joestar' he made me promise i were to stick with him if i ever met him.

i asked him who he was, and all he replied with was: "Joseph? oh why, he's just a very good old friend of mine."

and so, i continue my life as usual, trying to deal and overpower these strange incidents and even became familiar with my beautiful and endearing new creature. luckily for me, i was enrolled in an online school so any incidents i would have would hardly leave a scratch on my grades and records.

although, this completely changed in the last year of my high school.

you see, my uncle wanted me to have a 'fun' and 'memorable' high school experience, especially considering it was my last year. and so, he enrolled me into an actual high school, which would change the course of my fate forever.

and what a 'fun' and memorable year it was. . .

(i am so sorry if this is so corny omg this feels so corny sdsdjs)

★ . my stand!

my stand name: Ancient Dreams (In a Modern Land)

statistics: power: B Rank speed: A Rank range: B Rank durability: A rank precision: B Rank potential: A Rank

abilities: weight drop! (weight change): the ability to change the weight of anything. can make objects or people light, or make objects or people heavier. the stand user cannot use this ability on themselves. the ability can be activated by shooting small orbs or energy at the opposing object or person, where they will have a butterfly emblem on them, shaded corresponding to a highlighted moon phase on my stand, which corresponds to the 'levels' of weight taken off the person. flash! (speed manipulation): the ability to change the speed of any object or person. however, this can only be done when the stand makes contact with the object of person. dream telepathy/communication/travelling: has the ability to communicate with others during their dreams, or enter one's dream through a meditative trance, with the help of their stand. the stand user can appear in one's dreams and communicate with the person, and also manipulate their dreams. however, the stand user cannot physically harm their target's through their dreams. rather, it is a soothing and positive technique that puts the target in a state of comfort. dream energy: the stand has the ability to shoot out energy orbs as a way of fighting. the orbs are made of 'dream energy' and can easily damage and slice through objects, depending on the manipulation of the orb. the orbs can be thrown in their pure form, or even me manipulated into whatever the stand user desires. for example, i could turn dream orb into a 'dream sword,' made from the cosmic energy of dreams and fantasy.

appearance: has a slim and feminine appearance. it's body is a gradient and mix of light baby blue, lilac purple and cotton candy pink, with the phases of the moon imprinted on it's chest. it wears a majestic headpiece of a butterfly on it's head, which is coloured a shimmering mix of pastel gold, purple and pink. it's eyes are a deep blur colour, and has transparent blue 'butterfly' wings.

🪐 saturn's note:

-> um this was a little more than just 'talking a bit about it' but i hope you found this interesting and enjoyed! kinda scared to post this because i've never really talked about my drs like this so it's new to me but also fun 😍 i might update this here and there and i def swill reblog if i do or just make another post for anything else you're interested in!

-> oh and when i shift there? hell yeah am i going to be writing and sharing my experiences omg 😩

#🪐 ― saturn's drs! #⭐ ― saturn's jjba dr! #shiftblr #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting realities #reality shifter #shifting blog #desired realities #noyasaur

[kinda-neutral-thingy]

Can you do Platonic Big brother Jotaro hcs with a 14 y/o little sister?

Jotaro Kujo with 14 y/o! sister! Reader

Warnings: fem! reader, spoilers, a little bit of angst, mentions of death and fights

Notes: just to clarify, he would act like this if he had a brother or a sibling, gender doesn't matter to him

Jotaro Kujo

When Jotaro entered a more or less conscious age, he took on the role of an older brother with full responsibility

He did what a normal older sibling usually does- he helped his mother with taking care of you, you played together and he could stand up for both of you if necessary

He almost never even felt forgotten or left out, Holly wouldn't let that happen

But in the end, he distanced himself from you

This did not happen at once - the cold in the family grew gradually, so no one had time to come to their senses as everyone realized that Jotaro was no longer the kid they knew

These changes were inevitable, but still, you and your mother were kinda hurt

You both know that he's not doing it out of malice and you can see through his facade, but still sometimes it's hard for you to interact with him

Meanwhile Jotaro had a whole storm going on in his head

He realized a lot of things in his life and they just pressure him down

He feels so many emotions about everything and everyone that often he can't even identify them

Although a difference of three years may seem insignificant, in reality it often plays a role

Sometimes it seems to both of you that you speak different languages

Sometimes it may even lead to fights between you

So I guess you have a stand

But if you're in the same situation as Holly, Jotaro will be just as worried about you as about his mother

You will also be a great motivator for him to get to Dio

And when time starts to run out, he will be even more irritable and in a hurry

But if you can normally manifest your stand and vocalize your desire to help the Crusaders he will definitely say "no"

Just no

He'll be willing to knock you out if you'll keep insisting/j

But if you somehow magically find yourself on a journey with them-

He's gonna be pissed

Or at least he acts like that, because he's freaking terrified

Jotaro Kujo? Terrified? No way/sarc

He gonna act like a boss about it

"Yare yare, keep in mind I am not your babysitter, kid. You yourself signed up for this, so you'll take care of yourself without my help."

And five minutes later he, according to a long-forgotten habit, checks your backpack to make sure everything you need is there

He won't let you join most of the fights so you're just kind of a team mascot

For him, you won't be strong enough to fight anyway, even if you have the strongest stand in history, you're like a toddler to him/hj

But despite all this, you are the closest people to each other in the team, it is immediately felt

You understand each other better than (essentially) strangers around you (excluding Joseph)

Angst time! You can skip it if you want!

If you die during SDC...

Well...

He's gonna be devastated

He knew he should have tried harder, should've been faster, stronger-

The fight with Dio will be even more brutal than the original

He is certain that he will never be the same again

That this guilt will torment him forever

But sooner or later the pain subsides. He can take a deep breath again

He can get better. He can improve himself, in the name of those who have fallen

OKAY, if you survive SDC-

Don't you dare prank him like Joseph did

He won't show it fully, but he's so happy

When you get back home, he's gonna help you out if you have any injuries

This adventure taught him to appreciate his loved ones more

Therefore, you can notice that his attitude towards the family has changed, even if others do not notice it

He is already less irritated and less involved with you in quarrels

I haven't watched part 4 (I just started), but I know he will be a marine biologist

So I guess he won't mind taking you on his expeditions (but making sure that you won't mess anything up)

#jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #platonic! reader #platonic x reader #reader insert #fem! reader #Jotaro Kujo x reader #platonic! Jotaro Kujo x reader

[jaiyiee]

FORBIDDEN LOVE 1821

Continuation

Suddenly, i met Zach, he was masculine , handsome and hot also cheerful and attractive. Also, a son of General Governor the highest official here in the Philippines in the time of Spanish period. It was 5pm in the afternoon. I was in a wooden bench enjoying the good looking paradise in front of me, just kidding hahahaha....

"Hi, gorgeous what is your name? es como si te acabara de ver. Are you new residence here?" Dios mio guapo. I'm so confused what if i'm just assuming, sere amable. Dios mio, que sea mic solo el. I said quetly, but then i see his brown gorgeous eyes waiting my answer.

"a mi?" I said with curiosity, you know, perhaps im just assuming; he was just insame asking himself.

"Hay alquien mos con quien estoy hablando aqui?" Asked the guy in front of me. Mi amor, why are you like that me econocione por un momento. It is not coincidence that i met this handsome boy perhaps God allowed this to happened. In this chaotic world, i thought that destiny would be cruel in me but i'm thankful that God allowed this to happened look how coquette my mind. I have a huge problem if i tell him that im from the present he would judge me and think that im insane. God what would i do now?

"Oh, sorry. Yes, i am new here, actually i grew up in Europe. Mi Madre was a Filipina while my Father was an Espanyol". I said, oh God! Help me i know that i lied but i am scared that he will judge me if he knew that im from the present. Even though it is only a dream but maybe my situation right now has the huge impact why i am here. I really miss my lola Minda so much; i know that she is worried about me but i cant go back in time.

"Porque estas solo-aqui? Tienes algo que esperar aqui? It is getting dark here outside. Are you familiar that theres a curfew at 6 o' clock right?" Asked the guy lord what should i do now? I am homeless.

"Nothing, i just love the environment here it so peaceful and i feel safe. Look how gorgeous the sunset is". I asked to the guy but literally i dont have home to take a nap. I lied again.

"Okay i see, if you dont mind, i can accompany you here to ensure that you are safe, no te preocupes no soy un mal tipo. By the way i'm zach Hernandez 21 yrs old. How about you?". Askes the guy, he looks kinda so maybe i could let him be with me tonight because its too dark, i dont even want to be a cold body next day because of some rapist out there.

" Yah sure, my name is Zhashna Blanca 18 yrs old. Thank you for being here at least i have someone to talk to. Nice to meet you!". I sincerely asked then he tells me about himself and i admire him every detail that i heard from him makes me more curious about him.

Everyday our meeting place is at the bench under the mango tree. He was so gentleman; that is wht i felt valuable, he makes me smile out of nowhere that makes me felt more excited. My heart beats faster; i think im inlove with the guy in my dream. He taught me how to be matured and how to adopt the environment. I learned a lot of things. His existence influences me a lot its like im havinf older brother that taught me good deeds. I dont knew why im so dependent to this guy, like im willing to wait him in a long time just to see him. Perhaps, i just appreciate. What he did for me or im in love. I dont know damn, im insane.

I even tell him that i exist in the present and this was a drean fir me because i an comatose for 1 year and i am glad that he understands me. I know that i can control my dream, but this time i cant control Zach, i dont know why. We are in a relationship right now. A qui no le gusta tanto como es sincer. He was the only one that treat me like a princess, love me for being who i am and understands me, for almost 1 year that i was in this dream our relationship together deepens.

But one day i felt that i will woke up for being comatos i heard the tears and voices of joy of my loved ones. They wabt to make up with me and i know that they are sincere in asking forgiveness. God knows that since the day that i chose to be with Lola, is the day that i forgive them i just sulking in reason to didnt give me time wheb i heard their voice, their somethinf in my chest that heals, the wall that i kep for how many years finally destroyed.

One afternoon i told Zach that can finally woke up that i can go back in my real exustence. But instead of choosing my family and be with them, i chose to be with Zach and live with this world of dreams. Yes, he was happy but i felt that he just fakes it. These past few weeks he is being cold as ice; he is not that Zach that i used to love before. Now i can see his true colors, that the words that he cared to much, it easy for him to tell hurtful words. But anything that makes him get mad at me, i changed it all because i love him. Even forcing myself to understand him. But i was so exhausted doing this shit i cant understand him anymore. It was 3rd week of October year 1821, when he tells me that hwa was just using me for his own sake. He tells that there was a girl that he really loved and it makes his as a wandering soul. He admitted that he was just a soul who can enter to the dream of humans to fool it and hooked its soul. To be able exist in this world , he needs to find a soul as an exchange to make him free. It is a big mistake that i loved each it is a wrong move that he chose me as his victim because anytime i can go back in time. When i heard his explanation and reason. It made my heart broken into pieces. I dont even understand why he needs to do this. I thought all the things that he does for me is true but i was wrong he just used me foe his own saje. Why he needs to do this in being true to him. I dont even question his existence because i love him so much but look what happened. Argh! I dont want to see him anymore!

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Kakyoin - Fateful Day

Kakyoin x Jotaro's sister reader

I freaking love the Joot-sister prompt

You were always used to Jotaro and you walking separatedly from and to school. The guy had way longer legs than you and would rather not be seen with you in public and near school, for reasons mysterious to you.

At first you felt offended that he would be ashamed of you, or just not bear your presence.

You did not know, in fact, that the reasons he kept his distance from you as much as he could when on schoolgrounds or when going to school, was to protect you from danger.

Not only was Jotaro constantly surrounded by crazy girls who would probably harass you for existing in his world, but he also had troubles, to understate, with local delinquents and other gangsters who wanted to throw some hands at him.

Furthermore, with the new discovery of that bizarre, seemingly evil spirit that started following him around, you were really the last person he wanted to hurt.

Unfortunately, being distant from his little sister wasn't near enough to protect her this time.

One fateful day, soon after your grandfather arrived in Japan and Jotaro got out of holding, you were walking home from school as usual.

Jotaro was already a solid five minutes away in front of you, which meant you were all alone.

You didn't mind the lone walk, the town was peaceful and you were used to it. But something irked you when you felt an insistant presence behind you.

You turned around, checking, but no one was there. You shrugged the feeling off, feeling a bit stupid for thinking the worse and kept walking, telling yourself it must have been a cat or an innocent someone who got home.

"Jotaro~! Welcome back- hm? Where is your sister?" Holly asked as she welcomed her son who just came home.

The boy grunted, reluctantly accepting his 'welcome home' smooch. "She's coming. She's just slow."

After a long while of waiting for your return, Holly started to worry, stress and anxiety clouding her mind. Panicked, she barged in Jotaro's bedroom. You weren't usually this late.

"Jotaro, are you sure Y/N was behind you? It's been almost thirty minutes and she's still not back…"

Jotaro huffed in annoyance as he got up from his laid down position on his bed.

"Yare yare daze, quit worrying over nothing, she's probably fine."

" 'Probably'?!"

"What's going on, Holly?" Joseph joined in after hearing the commotion.

"Y/N's not back from school yet… I'm scared something might have happened to her…" Holly explained to her father, dread even more evident in her voice as she worded her worries.

Joseph rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, "It's okay, Holly, I'm sure she's not that far. Jotaro! Get up and go look for your sister! You're supposed to keep an eye on her, that's your role as a big brother!"

The old man scolded as the teenager stood up and got on his way, as if he had been asked an annoying chore.

"Yare yare, you're all so noisy over nothing." He put his shoes back on and took his leave.

Stopping every once in a while and unable to shake off your uneasy feeling truly delayed you. You were sure you'd never hear the end of this if your father knew how late you were today.

"Kujo..." A sudden deep voice called right behind you, and you turned around, meeting with a complete stranger. "…Am I correct?"

"Yes?" You replied a bit shyly as you turned fully to him. "And you are...?"

As you now had a better look at him, you realised how handsome he actually looked. Not at all how you imagined a potential creep following you.

He wore your school's uniform but you didn't recognize his face. He must be a new student, you told yourself. He had beautiful red hair and a white shawl that flew gracefully in the wind. He was also strongly and elegantly built. Just who was he?

But all that charm quickly shifted as he smirked eerily in response. He approached you, his eyes glaring into your soul and you stepped backwards as fear built up inside you. Why was he looking at you like that so suddenly?

The uneasiness from before came up tenfold, this time completely justified. You spoke up as he came uncomfortably close to you, towering over your much smaller form.

"U-um… Did you need something…?" You hesitantly stuttered as he now stood arm-length away from you.

"Yes I do." He spoke confidently, his goal like set in stone. "I need you to lead me to your brother."

"What? My brother? If it's a fight you want with him, I won't let you." You protested with more confidence, now that you started to understand where he came from.

You were used to people trying to pick fights with Jotaro. You knew your brother had way too many enemies for his own good, and surely you wouldn't let anyone get to him and filter them out if you had the occasion.

"Who even are you? I don't recognize you from school…" You squinted your eyes warily. This boy arised too many questions in your mind.

Kakyoin smiled softly at you, which you didn't trust at all. He was fishy and there was something in his eyes that you quite couldn't put you finger on.

"My name is Kakyoin Noriaki." He sighed. "I didn't want to use force on a lady, but you don't leave me any choices..."

Before you could even react, green tentacle-like appendices appeared from behind him and lunged at you. You gasped and bolted away as fast as you could.

You knew it. It was bad. Real bad. You had no chance against a Stand user like him, you couldn't manage your own newly found Stand just yet. It was exactly like your grandfather said.

You tried to run, but not even 2 meters far and his green vectors wrapped around your ankles.

As you were about to trip and land on the floor, more of the tentacles wrapped around your legs, waist, arms and wrists, preventing you from falling, keeping you still in mid-air.

You couldn't move. Kakyoin came up behind you as you struggled in Hierophant Green's grip.

"Well that was easy." He snickered over your tied up and desperate form.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME- HMMFF!" He put a large hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your now muffled screams.

"Shhh! Don't make this harder for us, I'll just borrow your body real quick. It'll be over before you even know it. I'll make this painless, I'm a gentleman."

He released your mouth and Hierophant green squeezed itself around your neck, choking you, your mouth agape for you desperately needed air.

He took this advantage to grab your wrists and lock you against his chest as his Stand released you to nest itself inside your opened mouth.

Your body tensed up at the foreign and disgusting feeling of the spirit slipping down your throat and you violently squirmed in Kakyoin's grip as he forced your mouth closed, keeping the Stand inside to own your will and possess you. Just as Dio had taught him.

"Good. That's good. Jotaro would never kill his own sister, now would he? Even though his own sister will kill him. How tragically ironic."

He wrapped his arms back to your midsection as you stopped squirming, tired and breathless from fighting against him in vain. He held you against him as he knew you would surely collapse if he let go.

"Haaah… Ahh… Haaaa… Haaahh…" You panted shakily, scared and exhausted as your head hung low and your cold hands rested upon his own, barely able to swat them away from you with how shakey you were.

You were weak and alone, which was perfect for him to use. He chuckled and you felt the rumble of his chest against your back as he did. You felt like crying.

"It's too bad that you have to die. You're so cute, I would have loved to bring you to Master Dio with me."

You suddenly felt nauseous. You felt his stand inside you, trying to slide itself into every part of you and take control of your body.

You tried to resist, your arms and legs were shaking, your arched your back and writhed in pain, you knew your own Stand was fighting against it.

To Kakyoin's utter shock, Hierophant Green was violently pushed out of you by your own Stand as you let out lung-piercing coughs. Spitting the enemy out like some flesh-eating parasyte.

"WHAT-?!" Kakyoin yelped at the scene, but was then forced to let go of you as your Stand punched Hierophant Green in the face, the red-head owner feeling the hit full-force as well.

Kakyoin fell down, knocked down by the impact as you collapsed to your knees, coughing up and vomiting spit and blood.

Adrenaline pushing you through, you didn't let yourself any time to recover and took this chance to run away as fast as you could, taking sharp turns and passing through narrow paths that you prayed he wouldn't fit through or have the idea of searching.

You eventually lost track of him, gasping desperately for air as your lungs hurt in a dry and sharp pain, fed by the ceaseless pounding of your heart. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you couldn't take it anymore.

Right as you passed the Torii gate of the temple nearest to your neighborhood, one you walked through every day, you passed out cold onto the paved holy ground.

Jotaro slowly walked his way back to the path you usually both took to come home after school. He walked and walked, but still no trace of you on the way.

Although he would never admit it, his anxiety grew inside him and his heartbeat quickened as he realised that you were way too far from home for his own liking. You were right behind him, how could this happen?

He started to feel guilty that he didn't even check if you were still following him or not. Especially when he realized that so many people, people who yearned to get under Jotaro Kujo's skin, could easily do so by taking you down and harming you, his own sister.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when he found something, or rather someone on the stoned floor of the local temple. And as he approached the figure, sure enough, his eyes widened and his heart jumped in his chest. No...

"Y/N…!"

He immediately kneeled down next to you and lifted you to his lap. He checked you up and down for injuries and noticed you had fresh bruises forming on your wrists and neck and you were bleeding from your mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.

"Aah… Jojo…" you whimpered in a wheeze as you recognized your brother's voice and his smokey scent.

"Who did this to you? What's the name of that fucking asshole?!" He growled, his gruff voice contrasting with the care he held you with.

"H-he's a stand user like you… Kakyoin… He's after you, don't go to school tomorrow…" You croaked and coughed out while looking up at his worried eyes and your brother scoffed.

"Yare yare, you're stupid to think I won't go to school and drum his ass."

He lifted you up and carried you back home to get your injuries treated. As to be expected, Holly freaked out at your state and Jotaro received a earful from Joseph who told him to never let a young girl walk all by herself, let alone his little sister and especially with all the trouble he gets into.

The next day, you stayed home to rest for the day, making you feel much better. Thankfully you had no major injuries and the Speedwagon foundation doctors knew about Stand inflicted wounds.

You had interesting chats with the guest Abdul and Joseph spoiled you all day like you were his baby which, to be fair, you were in his eyes.

In the mean time, Jotaro had met with Kakyoin and had an inevitable fight. Unfortunately, what Kakyoin had going on was much deeper than just wanted to bully Jotaro. When Jotaro came back home, he brought Kakyoin's unconscious body and you learned about what happened to him, about Dio, the fleshbud, and why he aimed at killing Jotaro.

Knowing what had transpired and with you doing much better, you decided to go check on the boy. You felt it was important to start allover with him.

You knocked gently on the guest room's door and slid it open, revealing Kakyoin in his injured state. Your brother truly did not hold back, you thought.

"Hello Kakyoin…" You greeted a bit shyly as you walked through the door. The red head looked at you with wide eyes as he recognized you.

"Y-...you're the girl I attacked yesterday?" You nodded and he sighed sadly. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did… That was.... Despicable of me..."

"Don't worry," You approached him and knelt down at his side. "My grandfather explained what happened to you. I'm not mad. You weren't yourself."

Kakyoin then glanced at your bruised neck and looked away in shame.

"I can't believe I harmed a girl… in such a low, awful way…" You chuckled lightly at his exaggerated worry.

"Hey, I'm fine! Look, you're in an even worse state than I am. Stop fretting and let us take care of you, okay?" You gently smiled at him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze. He bit his lip and blinked back the tears that prickled in his eyes. Were all members of this family pure redempting angels of sympathy and goodness?

"Thank you, Kujo, you're very kind..."

"Just call me Y/N." You smiled as you leaned in to move out some hairs that were stuck to his frontal bandage.

"Y/N…" He softly repeated, a blush rising to his face. Even your name was beautiful, he thought to himself, never daring to say it out loud.

His heart fluttered in his chest at your feathery touch and he felt suddenly much shier. He wanted to hold that soft hand in his own, but before he could even do anything, Holly called your name from afar.

"Y/N! Can you please come here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" You replied before looking back at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you rest until dinner is ready."

Kakyoin nodded and laid back down on the mattress. He let out a soft 'oh' of surprise when you gripped the blanket and tucked him in sweetly before getting up and leaving, sliding the door close behind you.

He sighed, unable to fight his little goofy grin.

"Damn it… I'm falling in love…"

Old writing again. I'm really just putting the dusty stuff I should have posted a year ago. I apologize for the poor litterature.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #reader is a kujo #kujo reader #reader is Jotaro's sister #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki x reader #part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders

[peachywrite]

Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

~

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

~

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

~

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”

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[soupbabe]

Hi there!! Is it okay to request Pol with a gn! S/O who used to work as one of Dio’s assassins? They would feel bad about their past and working for him, but Pol would teach them about companionship and learning to deal with the past! My apologies if this is worded weirdly, the idea came to mind pretty fast and I wanted to send an ask before I forgot! 💕

Guilty (Jean-Pierre Polnareff x GN! Reader)

Polnareff comforts one of Dio's (ex) pawns

:00 I love this idea!! Fic time fic time >:)) ending kind of bleh because I'm bad at responding to comfort stuff hhh

Translation: Mon coeur = Sweetheart/Honey

Mon cheri/Ma Cherie= My Dear

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It's been another day of traveling and Mr. Joestar was able to get everybody a hotel room in Cairo. Of course you and your boyfriend Polnareff were paired up together. Although it's nothing serious yet (Polnareff insists on making it official after the crusaders defeat Dio, then he can take you on a "proper date," ) you've grown used to calling him your boyfriend. It's not like he will deny either, it's clear in the way his cheeks light up when you say it in front of other people.

Currently, said man is asleep, moving closer to you and draping an arm around you while he lightly snores in your ear. You lie awake reminiscing about your own past before you met the group, when you pledged your loyalty to Dio.

It all started when the vampire approached you one night. He caught a glimpse of your stand and offered you some company. He promised to help you improve upon your abilities, he told you how valuable you would be if you joined him. His aura was alluring; it gave off a false sense of security, but it gave you an awful feeling in your gut. It would seem that Dio wasn't a patient man because before you could run off, he held your face in his hands. All you could feel was an icy chill go through your forehead before you blacked out.

You felt like a backseat driver to your own body. Any kind of defiance to your goal to hunt down Jotaro Kujo gave you an almost crippling migraine until you complied. Ahough your memory was hazy during your time under the control of a flesh bud, you were able to piece together events to make sense of it all. You went to India, caused a massive fight, and the next thing you knew the teen you were forced to seek out was sitting over you with a dark pink tentacle like creature in his hand.

You felt immediate remorse once you gained full consciousness. You started a scene in public, causing harm to innocent civilians and even the man who was cuddled up next to you.

Your thoughts get cut off by Jean-Pierre looking at you through tired eyes and yawns. "Y/N..why are you still awake? It has to be late." He cups your face and immediately becomes more awake when he feels tears on your face. Polnareff sits up right and turns on the bedside lamp. "Y/N, what's bothering you? Are you alright?" You wiped away your tears and sighed. "I've just been thinking.. before I joined you guys, I did awful things. I even hurt you, Pol.."

"What happened to you wasn't your fault, Y/N. What Dio does to people is inhumane and that's why we're on our way to kill the bastard. You can ask me or Kakyoin, we both understand how it feels being under his control. You're not alone here, mon coeur." Polnareff wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest as he gives you a kiss to the top of your head. "I forgave you a long time ago Y/N. You already proved to us that you were sorry and grew from it. I think learning to forgive yourself is an important step to moving on. I'm certain that everyone else doesn't really care about how we met you anyways. All that matters is that you're here with us to kick Dio's ass."

You shrugged. "I don't know Pol.." The Frenchman rested his head on yours and thought for a moment. "When my sister died, I couldn't forgive myself. Hearing the news about her murder made me feel like I failed as a brother, even though there wasn't anything I could have done to prevent it. It haunted me and motivated me to join Jotaro, Avdol, and the others. It wasn't until we reached India, I found the man that murdered her. I was so caught in the moment that I acted on impulse and was blinded by my idea that maybe if I end his life I could move on and forgive myself, that my decisions almost ended up ending the life of Avdol..." His eyes became blurry at the recollection. "It didn't get rid of the grief I held and only made things worse. Of course I will always love and cherish my sister, but it was time I had to let go of things. Whatever happens will never change the events that already occured."

You leaned up to gently cup Polnareff's cheek, wiping off a stray tear and sighed. "Thank you Jean..I appreciate and I'm thankful for you telling me this. I love you." You kissed his cheek. "I love you too mon cheri/ma cherie." He turned to turn off the light and laid back down, moving you so you're laying on his chest comfortably. "It's getting late, you should be getting your beauty sleep~" he smiled. You gave a half hearted laugh "Alright, goodnight Pol." "Goodnight, Y/N."

You closed your eyes, ending your night with a weight being lifted from your chest.

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[icollectyoursins]

Dio x Fem!Reader Fingering At Dinner NSFW

Anon asked for "Spicy Dio Brando request please where he's fingering his easily flustered female s/o under the table during dinner w/ the Joestars and then leads to something more spicy 😳✨"

Just a heads up: this takes place during part 1, Phantom Blood.

Dio and you have been together for a while now, so naturally dinner with his family would be the next step, right? Well, low and behold, Dio has other plans. A little test of composure, shall we say?

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

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WARNINGS: Teasing, exhibitionism, fingering, Dio being the coy ass we all simp for.

Word Count: 1457

Just a Little Distraction

     The sound of glasses clinking as well feint voices filled your ears as you look around the room, waiting for your meals to arrive. A slender finger brushes against your thigh, bringing your attention back to the table. Dio catches your gaze, smiling in a sadistically sweet way. He slides his finger down your thigh, slowly pressing his hand into it. You bat his hand away, crossing your legs while shooting him a death glare.

     “Is everything alright, Miss (Y/N)?” George Joestar’s smooth, deep voice brought your gaze towards the other side of the table. 

     “Yes, Mr. Joestar, everything’s fine!” You lied, intertwining your fingers with Dio’s. Hopefully, that will keep him entertained for now. He was insatiable, as always, but could it at least wait until after dinner?

     “So, Dio, how was your week away from home?” Jonathan chirped in, inquiring about his adoptive brother’s life. A silent prayer was made to keep him from saying something obscene in front of his family. 

     Dio had spent the past week away from home on what they had suspected was a trip for law school or something like that, but in actuality, he had spent most of his time with you in a dodgy hotel. Your nights together were... raunchy? Passionate? What was the word you were looking for-

     His hand escaped yours, latching onto your thigh again, making you choke on the water you were sipping. 

     Lewd. That’s the word he used. 

     Frustration started to bubble up inside you as you tried to pull him away to no avail. He was so much stronger than you. How many times had he picked you up off the ground or tossed you over his shoulder or thrown you onto the bed before making love to you? Honestly, you had lost count, but the point still stands: there was no way you were getting his hand off of you. You gave in, laying yours over his, linking your fingers again.

     The night started to pass with light conversation, mostly about what you did in your free time at home, if you were educated, etc. It was pleasant, actually and the nicest you had seen Dio since the first day at the hotel (he’d only helped you bring your bags in, but still). The hand started to drift slowly towards your inner thigh, then towards your nether regions. 

     This time you used two hands to stop him, keeping your fingers locked together with one and wrapping around his bicep with the other one. It probably just looked like two lovers huddling together, smiles still stretched across your faces. At least, you hoped that was what it looked like. 

     When it looked like Jonathan and George were busy in their own conversation Dio leaned into your face, placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.

     “You look so good tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine. “I can’t wait, my dear. I need you now.”

     The words were hissed, but the smile on his face was still there, deceptively sweet. You shot him another look, perplexed at his boldness. He chuckled, pecking your cheek again. He returned to the conversation, ignoring your worry. His movements were so slight, you wouldn’t have been able to notice them if you weren’t feeling his hand slowly raking up your dress. It slides back to its proper place on your thigh, warm and familiar. That son of a-

     Someone walks by and you quickly lean forward, hiding his hand from view. You pretended to be interested in the conversation, flicking your eyes to Dio who grinned back at you. His almost golden eyes sent sparks of excitement through your body. Were you actually going to let him do this? One of his fingers danced along the fabric keeping his finger away from your already sensitive folds, making you shiver.

     “Are you cold, (Y/N)?” Jonathan asked, distracting you.

     “It is a little chilly, but you’re fine, right?” Dio grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

     “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the concern, though.” You pressed yourself closer to him, hoping they would buy it. They all smiled and continued on talking about education, you think. You couldn’t really pay attention with the delicate circles being traced around your privates. Though, they weren’t really private anymore, were they? You felt the cloth being pushed aside slowly. He was right. You couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel either. 

     The anticipation was killing you. You had only actually been intimate with one another for a week, but he had some kind of spell over you. You were addicted. He could tell you to sit on his face right now and you would do it. His fingers spread your folds apart, not wasting any more time. One delicately traced over your clit once before getting braver, slowly stroking you up and down.

     You felt your face getting hotter, deciding to bury it in his arm a little more in an attempt to hide it. Dio let out a breath, trying not to laugh at your eagerness. A second digit was added to your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your nerves. He continued to torture you with a slow pace, never moving his finger from its place.

     It was easy to get used to, somehow, and you found yourself able to add to the conversation much to his dismay. Fine, he’d just have to make it harder for you to concentrate. He leaned forward onto the table, giving himself the right amount of leverage to slide one of his fingers inside your warmth, all the way up to-

     You let out a gasp, shocked at first, but you had to keep your composure. A quick glance around the table told you they didn’t notice, thank god.

     Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Deciding to spoil himself a little, he watched you shift, trying to find a comfortable position out the corner of his eye. You tried to relax but didn’t get the chance to as his finger rolled into your g-spot. Quickly, you covered your mouth to hold back the whimper that you knew was coming. If there was one thing you learned in your week together with Dio it was that he would always make sure people knew what he was doing to you. 

     His finger continued to rock into you, again and again, coaxing the tiniest sounds out of you that you covered with your hand or with food. He felt so good, it should be criminal to be this good. You were getting close, occasionally looking over to him, trying to catch his attention. It never worked. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

     “I think it’s time for us to be going,” George said, with Jonathan nodding afterwards, smiling kindly. 

     “Will you be returning home with us, Dio?” Jonathan asked.

     “No.” He stopped moving, finally. “I’ve still got work here. Thank you for dinner. I hope (Y/N) and I can look forward to more in the future?” The two across the table smiled.

     “Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you.” You smiled back at George.

     “And you, Mr. Joestar.” Dio was still watching you, drinking in your quivering form. If he hadn’t known better, he would have assumed you were cold or something like that. 

     Final goodbyes were said as the dinner was paid for. They got up first, making their way towards the doors, leaving you alone with him for a moment. Hazel eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his finger out, relishing in the small breath that passed over your lips when his hand was gone. With a devilish chuckle, he lapped up your juices, making a show of it. You panted, leaning into him, so desperate for more. 

     “The carriage is waiting, (Y/N). Let’s go.” Gently, you were ushered out of the chair. Quickly, you linked arms with him, not wanting to let him go.

     As you waited outside, Dio’s coat was wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in his scent. No conversation was had between you, just cheeky kisses and knowing looks at each other. You heard someone call out his name. Upon looking over you saw it was George Joestar, making you panic. He instructed you to wait while he spoke with them, promptly returning to your side a few minutes later, smiling wildly.

     “What did they want?” You asked, concerned.

     “He just wanted me to know that you looked rather sick and you should retire to bed once I drop you off at home.” A hissed chuckle rumbled through his chest as your eyes grew wide, clearly missing the joke. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you stay in bed tonight.”

#love me some exhibitionism #yum yum #dio brando #dio brando n/sfw #dio brando not sfw #dio brando n/s/f/w #dio brando x reader #dio brando x reader n/s/f/w #dio brando x reader n/sfw #dio brando x reader not sfw #Dio not sfw #dio n/s/f/w #dio n/sfw #dio x reader not sfw #dio x reader #dio x reader n/s/f/w #dio x reader n/sfw #jjba part 1 #part 1 dio #phantom blood #phantom blood dio #dio prompts #not sfw

[moonbeamwritings]

Could I ask for a scenario, where like PB Dio is actually nice pleasant to the girl that he Really likes, but then she starts avoiding him and when he blows up on her she tells him it's be abuse she saw what he did to Danny (I would just wonder how he would react to the conversation and rejection. Pwease?

oh the flavor, the drama!! i can definitely do that! thank you for sending in and for being patient! 💕 this one got a little out of hand, but i think that might be a good thing with this idea haha

Dio was not a kind person, he never was. He knew, better than anyone, that his talents lied in manipulation and charm. Cunning, almost to a fault.

When he was with you, however, it was like he was a different person. A dizzying jump from the chill of winter to the warmth of summer.

You reminded him of his mother in the best of ways. Your smile made the tension between his eyebrows lessen, compelled his malice to bubble down to a simmer. Your kind words drew him in.

At first, he merely scoffed at your presence, viewing you as nothing more than a pathetic little thing, too kind for your own good. Despite his initial distaste, he grew to crave your company, often seeking you out to drag you along on walks or to accompany him to the store.

When he wasn’t with his friends, he was with you. Be it sitting by the river in fits of laughter or having hushed conversations as you walked to and from the Joestar mansion, it didn’t matter, so long as he could watch you smile or tuck flowers behind your ear. So long as he could spend time with you, basking in your comforting glow.

All along, you knew he was rotten to Jonathan, but none of your attempts to distract him from his goals seemed to work. You tried to compel him to finally leave him alone, to learn to like his adopted brother rather than torment him, but you fell on deaf ears. He had an end goal and he would not be swayed otherwise. He picked at Jonathan like a child does a scab, never leaving the situation alone, never allowing the wounds to quite heal.

You had no idea how deeply his hatred for Jonathan truly ran until one day when you arrived at the mansion to ask Dio on a walk.

Rounding the corner as you always did, you saw a head of blond hair just up ahead, but something churned in your stomach. Something wasn’t right.

As you approached, you saw what was really going on. You watched as Dio dragged Jonathan’s beloved dog by the collar, forcing him up and into the family’s incinerator.

Hot, wet tears raced down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

This couldn’t be real.

For the first time since you met Dio, you felt fear grip your heart, a fear that ran so deep it left your bones cold and lungs tight. You were terrified, too shocked to even speak as you turned and ran in the other direction.

You should have said something, should have told Dio off, or warned Jonathan, but you just couldn’t. Part of you almost couldn’t believe your eyes, while the other part was too afraid of what Dio might do if you attempted to expose him.

The next time you saw Jonathan, no companion by his side, bile hitched up to the back of your throat.

You avoided Dio like the plague, no longer sitting outside to read in the hopes that he’d bump into you, no longer seeking him out as you used to.

The image of Dio you had previously fostered, held so close to your heart that love began to bloom there, was shattered, becoming nothing more than a warped, ugly picture.

Dio noticed almost immediately, knowing you far too well to think your absence was anything but intentional. It made his heart flip.

He couldn’t recall a time that he would’ve pushed you away, no specific instance coming to mind as to why you had now all but disappeared from his side. Sure, you often became displeased at his discussions of Jonathan Joestar, but you never got so angry that you stopped talking to him entirely.

As he returned from a trip in town, he spotted you in the field, resting with your back against the grass, gaze high up to the heavens.

He smiled at the sight.

“Oi! Where have you been?”

He raced up to you, moving to stand with his feet on either side of your hips, trapping you between his legs. The teasing tilt to his lips was immediately replaced by concern as he watched the color drain from your face, as your eyes widened in what he could only describe as fear.

His stance immediately softened, instead choosing to kneel down in front of you, taking your hand in his, “What’s wrong? I’m not angry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “Dio I-”

“What? What is it?” He was eager to speak to you, to finally hear why exactly you’d been avoiding him.

His insistence made your heart race, a flutter of panic bouncing around in your chest. You flicked your tongue out to wet your lips as you felt your hands begin to shake.

“I saw what you did to Danny, Dio.”

The words came out in a rush, nearly jumbling together to the point that Dio almost didn’t catch what you had said. 

Almost.

“I’m sure you’re misunderstanding the situation.”

For the first time in your entire companionship, he saw disgust cross your features, watching in horror as you stuck an accusatory finger in his direction, ripping your hand from his.

Your voice was thick with tears as you spoke. “I saw what happened. Don’t you dare try to convince me otherwise. You put that poor dog in the-”

You cut yourself off as the tears overtook your face, not even able to verbalize exactly what you had seen that day.

He attempted to reach out to you, but you swatted his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

He felt his hand burn like he’d just dipped it into a fireplace. Seeing you like this, so distraught and all because of his own actions, made his heart sink into his stomach.

“Please, just listen I-”

“I can’t forget it, Dio. You’re… you’re sick. I don’t even know what to say.”

Dio’s mouth hung open as his eyebrows began to crease. How could this happen? What was he supposed to do? He listened as your sniffles filled the air, punctuated by the quiet babbling of the river.

The anger that you had so dearly helped to quell began to bubble over, washing over his heart and clouding his mind. He reacted in the only way he knew how.

If you already believed him to be a monster, just like everyone else, then he certainly had no problem showing it even more.

“Fine, if that’s how you feel. I never liked spending time with you anyway.”

You both knew how much of a lie it was, but you didn’t dare call him on it. You never wanted to see him again and if this was how it would end, then so be it.

He stood, stomping away as he returned to the mansion, not even sparing you a final glance.

That night, as he sat alone in his room, staring up at the moon and stars that he had spent so many nights observing with you, he allowed himself to cry.

He allowed himself to cry as he thought about your smile, about your friendship, about the way you’d always tenderly hold his hand in yours after he got into fights, about how he’d always wanted to kiss you, about how he believed that he may just change if given enough time with you.

All destroyed by his own ambition, by his own actions.

If he didn’t have you, then he had no problem watching the world burn. 

And burn it would.

#moonbeam answers #dio brando x reader #dio brando imagine #dio x reader #dio imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #i just think pb dio is neat #a very interesting character with emotional complexity #please someone talk to me about this #i couldve written sososo much

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

some samples for what’s coming

Abbachio

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a stern tone but still no answer dared to come out of your mouth.

"Answer me!" He hissed.

"I... I ran away from my home" you simply explained, not wanting to face the embarrassment of telling him that you were a runaway bride of an ogre.

"Well I hope you know that you're trespassing on my private land" he hissed again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't aware of that, I'll leave now if you wish" you explained as you stood up and grabbed your things, ready to leave but he quickly grabbed your arm.

Bruno

You sat on your bed as your eleven sisters scurried around, grabbing their gowns, shoes and jewels as they prepared for a ball in which they had been attending for the past month in a land filled with precious metals and gems. At first you thought it was some kind of trick your eldest sister was playing, however one by one your sisters joined your eldest, with tales to tell of golden trees, a lake of stars in which twelve princes await and a ball that is on every night where the instruments played the most heavenly sounds.

You had gotten dressed, curiosity had gotten the best of you. Such tall tales seemed too good to be true, but how could it be a lie if all your sisters were talking about it.

Dio

You woke up and rubbed your head, you felt rather groggy but that was to be expected after being trapped under the rubble of your castle but you weren't anymore, instead you laid on a mountain of pillows that were sprawled out like a mattress on the cave ground.

You sat up and tried to find your tiara but you must have lost it while being unconscious. Then you felt the ground shake under you as a long, large shadow appeared and approached. You quickly pretended to be asleep, using your hair to hide your open eye.

Slowly it came closer and closer but you did not dare to look up. A large claw came down only a meter away from your face showing you a tiara. It wasn't yours, it was a fancier than yours, made of platinum and had diamonds all around it.

You finally gained the courage to look up and as you did you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you came face to face with a golden dragon with Amber eyes. Your fear grew worse as you looked at its horns and the bones that came out of it's back like the bones in a fish's fin.

La Squadra and Diavolo

You sat under the shade of a mulberry tree reading the script to a play you were to perform in a months time.

“Dear Marshall, as much as it pains me to tell... I am in love with another” you muttered your line. After that your friend Louise who would play Marshall would exclaim ‘who is this person you’ve fallen for’.

“I have fallen for the bewitching beauty of the baker’s eldest daughter, Rose is the tender flower who makes me weak on my knees” you continued before feeling a weight on your lap. You looked down to see a fluffy, floppy eared, white rabbit on your lap, you gave it a soft pat as you continued to read before feeling it tug your necklace off your necklace, a very valuable one as well.

The small rabbit hopped as fast as it’s little feet could take it. You dropped your script and got to your feet as you began to chase it across the rolling greens while holding up your white gown.

Ghiaccio and Bruno

You sat under the canopy of roses as you waited for Bruno to come back from his work on a fishing ship. You hadn’t seen him since mid summer. As the first snowflakes of winter gently drifted in the air you remembered how you’d both stay at each others house and huddle up near the fireplace.

As your mind drifted off you remember a pair of jet black eyes you saw through the frost covered windows when you were younger and the mysterious piece of a mirror and how it made everything seem so worn and ugly. You kept that shard in a little box where every now and then you would inspect it to try and figure out what it really was.

You let out a frosty sigh as you wait for your childhood friend to return home. Your heart pounded as you remembered his lush ebony locks, his deep blue eyes, his sweet voice and warm smile. You held these longing feelings of love towards him inside of your heart but you dreaded to confess those affections to him, you didn’t want to ruin the nearly fifteen years of friendship in your selfish pursuit for something more.

Kira and Josuke

Rumors spread like wildfire that Yoshikage Kira’s recent wife disappeared. To most it wasn’t a surprise that she did, all his other wives had. You found yourself questioning what happened. Mr Kira seemed like a relatively harmless man for the most part or at least you did, many other women were wry of how his lovers vanished on the other hand.

You brushed your hair while looking at the vanity, perhaps you would go into town to see your good friend Josuke if he wasn’t busy. You pinned up your hair before walking downstairs to be greeted by the hoard of siblings you had, twelve sisters and two brothers to be exact. You smiled at them before joining them at the table where you were all served a buffet of delightful dishes.

reminder these are wips that may change as I write more

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #Bruno Bucciarati #Dio #abbachio #yoshikage kira #la squadra #diavolo jojo #Risotto Nero #sorbet and gelato #illusio #formaggio #pesci jojo #jojo prosciutto #Josuke Higashitaka

[jostepherjoestar]

Can I request giorno meeting his shy half-sister (both of them are related cause DIO) and the two of bond over books.

📚Giorno and his half-sister bonding over books📚

sfw // no pronouns used but implied fem! reader

Thank you so much for requesting this! Sorry if reader turned out a bit more confident, I feel like they’d ease up once Giorno started joking around a bit. Also thank you for being patient 🥺cozy loves yall so much💖✨

“Thank you for taking up the offer; I wasn’t really sure you’d accept…” It felt a bit sheepish, standing there wriggling in your shoes, palms clammy with nervous sweat. Not quite the image you had hoped to convey to your newly found brother at your first meeting.

Well, half brother, actually. You had never even known him to exist, let alone be the head of a criminal organisation that seemed a little less devious than they’d like their reputation to let on. Perhaps it was his influence as their fresh new leader, working towards change, shaping the old crusted traditions into a cornucopia of advancements.

“No need to worry about that. I was surprised myself, I thought I’d never hear from Koichi again.” Giorno chuckled, it sounded so warm, so genuine. It eased up your tense shoulders, letting them fall back down and made you finally release that breath you’d been holding.

“Oh did something happen? He seemed very excited to contact you after he found me.” You admitted, remembering how Koichi’s face lit up when you suggested going to Italy. What a strange boy. You would have never met him, not even crossed paths once, if it weren’t for the research the Speed Wagon Foundation had been conducting.

They’d found out about your mother, the poor woman already passed on, too troubled to recount how she’d met your biological father, fear still striking her feeble heart every time your eyes met hers, a harsh reminder of her encounter with Dio. After some curt phone calls with a polite but coldly professional man named Dr. Kujoh you had learned a little about your father. The few details they provided about him already made your stomach curl in disgust.

That dark lit photograph of him had been etched into your very being but seeing Giorno, his blonde hair so remarkably resembling that of your shared father, seemed to have changed that twisted image. “Hah, I’ll tell you some other time. Come, sit down! I’ll have someone bring us some drinks.” The kindness and passion in his eyes could sway any being.

Giorno’s steel cut resolve soaked into his very core and his surroundings, his office meticulously decorated with tasteful furniture, a cohesive but still inviting nook. It reflected the impression you had of him, welcoming and polite but sure to be careful of his ruthless edge. Perhaps it was a skill you had both inherited from your father, observant eyes that saw everything, even beyond the physical bounds, the very core of others.

As you sat and waited for his colleague to return with drinks you engaged in some small talk, not really sure what the other liked just yet to divulge in further. The air seemed to have thinned, a calmer energy now flowing, a natural one as Giorno’s intent blue stare clung to every little thing you said. A certain proudness in his demeanour when you told him about how good you’d been doing in university and the friends you’d found along the way. His heart could burst at how beautifully mundane your life has been, glad to know you weren’t involved in any risky business that he knew of.

Your eyes landed on the scenery behind him when the conversation reached a lull, a tall bookcase filled to the brim with books reaching all the way to the ceiling, the light wood decorated with beautiful plant like reliefs. Curiously you scanned the spines of the carefully sorted books: Nietzsche, Plato, Descartes, Sartre and even Susan Sontag made her way on the shelves. The wide array varying between philosophy, classic literature, art, mythology and on the bottom row- having to lean forward a little to properly see- revealing a small fiction section.

You quirked an eyebrow at your childhood favourite. “You’ve read The Chronicles of Narnia?!” Your sudden outburst of wonderment infected Giorno, a soft smile gracing his features as he remembered reading them, he wasn’t only a wannabe gangster in his early teens, he loved to read as well.

“Yes I did-” Pausing as he turned to the shelves, fondly giving them a once over before returning his bright eyes to you. “There’s more fiction books, but I try and display the literature more. Can’t have my guests knowing I love Roald Dahl and C.S. Lewis just yet! I have an image to uphold.” He jested, but there was a truth behind his words, knowing he can’t let many others get to know the real Giorno, lest they use it against him. Your smile only grew bigger, chuckling at his banter. For a moment there it felt like you’d known each other far longer, that invisible connection tethering your hearts together.

“I love those books. It kinda feels like home, you know?” You added, smiling down at your hands, the warm ache of nostalgia tugging at your heart. “It does, doesn’t it. A better one perhaps.” Giorno answered in a compassionate tone, knowing just how difficult it must have been to grow up, without even knowing too many details of each others’ upbringings.

Feeling the mood dampen a little but glad your brother shared the sentiment, wracking your mind for a new lighter topic to discuss. Remembering the latest book you’d read for a university class snapped your head up again.

“You’ve read a lot of philosophy-“ You pointed at the multiple rows of authors and great thinkers. “They’re very interesting and all but, have you heard of my recent favourite; Diogenes?” You barely contained your laughter at the strange anecdotes you’d read about the cynic philosopher. Giorno raised a brow, curious to see where this little giggle fit was going. “That guy? Oh yes I have.”

“Did you know he pissed on people that insulted him? What an absolute genius!” You raised your voice and fell into laughter, the joyous sounds escaping Giorno as well, for a moment forgetting all that troubled his mind. “Maybe I should give that tactic a try at meetings.” He pondered, somehow the change in his expression made you believe that he was serious for a second.

“Man is the most intelligent of the animals - and the most silly.” Giorno quoted, the laughter slowly subsiding and that warm feeling of acceptance taking over. You were only looking to getting to know your brother more, gladly offering him a taste of normality in his turbulent life which he greatly appreciated. “Most definitely!” You beamed, feeling relieved at his wit and growing familiarity.

The afternoon flew by, chatting more about the wide array of books, sharing little tidbits and funny stories. Both still not divulging too much about the past or your parents, it would only sour the mood. At the rate you two got along, this definitely wouldn’t be the only meeting you’d have together.

The future looked a little brighter, an airy feeling of solace settling into Don Giovanna’s office, an atmosphere he won’t forget you brought in.  

#cozy request #giorno x reader #NOT INC*ST for the love of all that is good #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #giorno giovanna #jjba fic #giorno sibling #giorno imagine #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #sfw

[91percentpynch]

false god - kevaaron au pt 5

long time no see because i was in a writing block and that sucks but i‘m back and ready to break our hearts <33 thanks to argyro for helping me figuring out what happens here

i listened to false god by taylor swift cuz the angst??? love it!!! anygays this is from kevin‘s pov, i hope it makes sense and i hope you like it <33 stay safe, drink some water and always remember only racists, trump supporters, transphobes and homophobes skip meals!!

to check out the other parts click here

Aaron wasn‘t gone for too long when Kevin‘s phone rang

He didn‘t have the energy to pick it up, just to stare it down as if some kind of magic or his sheer will power would make it stop, let him be alone with his thoughts

But obviously that didn‘t work, it never did

The phone kept ringing, slowly driving the striker mad, slowly taking his sanity.

It would be the fifth or sixth missed call that would make him get up to answer the phone

„KEVIN HI NICKY HERE, LISTEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR OR SO BUT AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CAN‘T GET THERE UNTIL LIKE TOMORROW AND ANDREW DOESN‘T ANSWER HIS PHONE EITHER AND HE WOULD TAKE LIKE HOURS TO GET THERE AS WELL CAN YOU PLEASE GO TO HIM SO HE DOESN‘T HAVE TO BE ALONE I DON‘T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE, KEVIN I NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING FROM YOU PLEASE JUST GO AND MAKE SURE MY SON IS OKAY“

„Nicky? Hi to you too. You do realize he isn‘t my responsibility and that he broke up with me and that I don‘t really have to go there. I don‘t own him shit. He made my life miserable. He probably deserves whatever happened to him“ was what Kevin wanted to answer, was probably what he was supposed to say. But deep down he knew it was not true, that Aaron never ruined his life. Made it better, made it it bareable. Made it worth living, not just existing. Made it more than Exy and Vodka.

After a few moments of silence that felt like an enterinity Kevin settled for a simple: „Which hospital?“

„OH DIO MIO GRACIAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS. ESTÁ EN EL CHICAGO HOSPITAL“, Nicky replied in Spanish. Something the Latino only did when he was either very emotional, very drunk, very angry or all at once.

Kevin didn‘t have it in him to tell Nicky that he still did not speak Spanish, he understood the hospital and that was enough. For now.

„I‘m on my way, call you later and Nicky? He‘s going to be fine. It‘s not your fault. You‘re a great mother to them, the best I‘ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Now calm down, go to Erik and take a nap. You don‘t have to come, he‘s with us. We got this. Do you want to talk to Jeremy while I go to check up on Aaron?“

„Sí“, was all Nicky had to say. Voice thick with tears.

„JER CAN YOU TALK TO NICKY AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL I‘M GOING THERE“, Kevin shouted into the flat.

„Absoloutly“, Jeremy replied and took the phone from Kevin.

„Mi corazón, escúchame“, was the last thing Kevin heard as it hit him. Aaron was in the hospital. Right after Kevin refused to listen to him, right after Kevin refused to let him explain himself. It was Kevin‘s fault. If Aaron died, he would have killed him. He was basically a murderer. His breathing came out uneven, his lungs didn‘t get enough air. He knew that he needed to breathe, but breathing was hard and he was weak.

Jean noticed Kevin having a panic attack when he came to check up on him. „Day, listen to me. Breathe. In... And out... In.... And out... In... And out“

Kevin‘s breathing got better, slowly but steadily.

„It‘s my fault“, the striker whispered.

„It‘s not, Kevin. It is not your fault. If you don‘t want to go there, you don‘t have to. He is not your responsibility“

„Hypothetically if Jeremy was to break up with you and you‘re hurt and sad and blame him for your misery when it‘s more the lack of him that makes you feel that way and his sister or brother or mother or whoever would call you and hysterically asked you to go look after him cause his family is stuck on another continent and the only other person who could call refuses to take the phone cause they‘re too busy doing their boyfriend, would you not go cause he is not your responsibility anymore? Because Aaron is my Jeremy. Just like Jer saved your life and made you see that live is indeed worth living, Aaron showed me the same“

„I don‘t think I would surive Jeremy leaving me, you‘ve always been stronger than me. Should I give you a ride?“, Jean whispered.

„It‘s not a thing of strenght Jean, it‘s an addiction. It used to be alcohol that made me forget, made me feel light and free and carefree. I drank and drank until I couldn‘t live without it anymore. And then I met Aaron, I tasted him, I smelled him and he chose me. Me? What did I have to offer him? A boy broken and raised by Exy. All I can offer is Exy. Nothing more. Until he made me see that it was wrong, that I am more than that. And he might have broken my heart and yes I might still love him even though he will never feel the same but I cannot not go there. I have to. I have to be there for them, the way he was always there for me“

„Get your things, we‘re going to the hospital“, Jean replied, unable to put his emotions into words.

So Jean and Kevin left for the hospital while Jeremy tried to calm Nicky down with softly whispered Spanish words.

As they arrived at the hospital Kevin stormed in there.

„Aaron Minyard“, was all he was able to say. Too many memories were connected with hospitals. Too many memories he would much rather just forget.

„Name?“, the nurse said in a bored tone.

Kevin just put a finger on his cheek.

„Kevin Day? I can‘t let you to him, only family and spouses“

„What if I sign something, we take a nice selfie and you tell me where he is. You see I‘m basically family. I‘m the closest and the others can‘t be here until at least tomorrow evening and we don‘t want the poor guy to be all alone and confused, do we?“, Kevin said with his press smile and shining eyes. He knew the charme he had on females. It was just not useful for him as he never really was into that. He never was into anyone but Aaron, to be fair.

„I could lose my job for that“, the nurse replied, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips and up again.

„I‘m sure I can offer you something that will you let me to go see him“, Kevin replied with a wink, being disgusted by himself that he even thought about all the possiblities this woman could ask him to do with her.

„Room 21, second floor, station E. You clearly care about him, if anyone asks it wasn‘t me“, she smiled at him. „Besides I always liked Moreau more, I‘m sure we can think of something to do while you are with the boy“

„Sorry“, Kevin whispered to Jean as he ran down the aisle trying to figure out where Aaron was.

The hostpital was a mess of busy nurses and angry doctors, but nothing could stop a determinded Kevin Day. No one. Not even Andrew Minyard.

After what felt like forever he made it to the room, kicked the door open and walked with three long strides to Aaron.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, he whisper-shouted, holding back tears while taking in Aaron‘s sorry state.

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, exhausted.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron whispered into his pillow.

„Andrew does care about you he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied softly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

„Car accident, not that it‘s any of your fucking business“

„How are you?“

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron said sarcastically, avoiding Kevin‘s eyes.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, shock made Kevin‘s Irish accent stronger.

„Not that you would care“, Aaron‘s voice was barely more than a whisper as he turned around, back to Kevin.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Blushing Aaron turned back towards Kevin.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Kevin didn‘t even notice the tears running down his cheeks. It‘s been a while since he was that emotional, since he let his walls down and dared to show emotions.

„You really did listen“, was all Aaron had to say.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, Kevin replied, voice thick of tears, Irish accent strong.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

[diosperiodclots]

hi!! can i request an overprotective dio x sister reader who is in love with jotaro?? Thnx

Yes! Thank you for the request, I hope this is too your liking anon :)

Overprotective Dio x sister reader who is in love with Jotaro

You were in trouble yet again with your brother, Dio. Sometimes you wish he never came back but at the same time you know he acts the way he acts because he just doesnt want you hurt. This time was different though, he was overreacting more than he ever has.

" Why did you leave the mansion last night? " Dio asked in a cold tone. You couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at his question. You started twisting a strand of hair on your finger while looking above his head. You couldn't even look at him in the eyes because you were so nervous.

" I was just exploring the city that's all. Its been getting boring here so I figured- "

" Then explain why in this photo here I captured last night you were out with that Joestar that plans to kill me. " Dio threw the photo at you and you caught it, you looked and it indeed was a Polaroid of you and Jotaro.

You finally looked at him in the eyes, seeing nothing but disappointment and anger. You started shaking, what would you say next? What would HE say next? Would he go out and kill Jotaro himself now that he knows about you two? All these thoughts were making you nauseous.

You finally built up the courage to say something, " How did you get this picture? " He chuckled darkly, " Easy. All I did was hit the camera with my stand and the photo came out and showed me where you were. Now will you explain yourself or will you lie to me again? "

' That bastard ' you thought. Hes been spying on me, I shouldn't be surprised because of how protective he is but still.

" Well theres no point in lying anymore. I love Jotaro, Dio. I know you'll never accept this because of how much you hate the joestars but I'll never stop loving him. I would gladly die for him if it meant you wouldn't kill him "

Dio crossed his arms and looked at you as if you were stupid. The room grew silent and you just stood there looking down at the cold hard stone tiled flooring on the verge of tears. " Y/N........all I want is to keep you safe. I cant afford to lose you again, do you not realize that hes most likely using you to get information about me, your brother who plans on destroying his whole blood line? "

You looked up and walked closer to him and said with certainty " He isn't. Our love is real, he wouldn't do that. I'm sorry Dio, but I can't leave him. " You expected Dio to be yelling by now, but he was rather calm. He really has changed over the years.

" I see...... " he says. He calls in Vanilla Ice and Dio looks at you with shame. " Since you won't take it upon yourself to stop seeing that Joestar I'm locking you up in your room. You won't be able to leave until I say so, Vanilla Ice will be your personal guard and will watch you at all times. I'm sorry its come to this Y/N but you've left me no choice. "

Tears welled up in your eyes, " Dio........you bastard, YOU CANT KEEP US APART. " Dio waved his hand towards the door signaling Vanilla Ice to take you too your room.

As you were being taken to your room before the door to Dios room closed you heard Dio say " I can't lose you too, I've already lost the only other person I care about in this world. "

Edit : if anyone is confused about how Dio got the picture with his stand, if you remember back in the early episodes of part 3 he had a power just like hermit purple that he could use on cameras and see where the joestars were just like how Joseph could do that to see where Dio was. I hope this cleared up any confusion!

#jotaro x reader #dio x reader #dio #jotaro #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ PLEGARIAS ❜

Songfic with ‘Plegarias’ by Nicki Nicole.

English lyrics.

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Hey love!😻 You're Creeper request inspire me! So can u write something where Creeper & Reader breaks up when Creeper was transfered to Santo Padre. And when Santo Padre go to Stockton years later, Creeper discovers that even when they breaks up, Reader continue to help the club. And then, they go back together? Just fluff,fluff,fluff,love and again fluff 😍😍😍

BY ANON

Warnings: slight mention of depression, angst and fluff.

Word count: About 1.8k

Aurora says: thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford for her opinion and for helping me! ✨

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

Te encontré plasmado, culpable, deteriorado. Nunca tan amable.

Your eyes traveled from the leather kutte over the bed, to your boyfriend. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, with his head bowed forward and both hands intertwined on his nape. The patches that used to decorate it, now were cutted off, and the new ones were perfectly sewn. You knew exactly what that meant. He just shitted on six years of relationship. You were fourteen when you met him, skipping out of highschool because you were having a bad day and he just made it better, without knowing you. You didn't say anything when you noticed the suitcase behind him, raising his dark and reddened eyes towards you.

Llorando en las iglesias, rogándole a Dios que tenga paciencia, que no se olvide de vos.

He didn't ask you to come with him, because you had a life in Stockton. Your family, your friends, your work, your college. He knew pretty well that you would follow him to the end of times, but he couldn't ask you to fall into hell, just because of him. So Creeper left you there with a pain squeezing your heart that you keep feeling today.

¿Quién mató tu inocencia hoy? Dime dónde está el asesino del cuento.

The first months without knowing anything about him, all that you did was pray. Pray for him like you had never done before. Oscar wasn't allowed to tell you anything else more that he was alive, and that he was close to the Mexicali border. They knew you were suffering, but Creeper asked them to let you continue with your life. But how you could, if he was your life?

Yo voy buscando el final. La historia de hoy, yo te la cuento.

You had to deal with, what doctors called, ‘depression’. But the truth was that every time you closed your eyes, you used to find him smiling at you, telling you how much he loved you. You decided to not sleep, or avoid it as much time possible, so you used to spend the day in bed. Tired, sad, unhappy, feeling miserable.

Until you started to fight, when you understood that he wasn't coming back. You understood why he did what he did, that he just wanted the best for you. And have a life with a wannabe gangster, it wasn't. With Mayans in Stockton, Creeper only took care of simple business, but his new ‘job’ was high-level, dangerous and risky. He couldn't ask you to stay by his side. His love was stronger than drowning you into that shit.

Si voy, calor infernal. Desencuentro fatal. Que ya no te veo…

But you used to tell him: ‘I prefer to die for love, than to die for hate’.

You stopped dreaming with him, even if you kept your promise of praying every night for his soul. Praying to God to not forget him.

Si estás, empieza a gritar. Comienzo a pensar, que ya no te siento.

The pain was disappearing one bite at a time, until you decided to only keep the good things, the good memories of your history. Oscar began to see that you continued coming to the clubhouse, asking less for Creeper, but asking more for the crew. You practically grew up with them, and who was your first love wasn't going to take that away from you too. So the president let you help them with basic stuff; working at the parties, doing the groceries, cooking for them… They considered you like their mom, even if you were much younger than them. You were part of their family, another Mayan morr.

Ay, ay, me duele muy dentro del corazón.

But the pain that you thought you had conquered, was only hidden. And you know that by finding him with his brothers, drinking some beers in the front yard of your club. It's been five years since he left you and, even if you're a woman and not a child anymore, you understand that you are still in love with him, like eleven years ago when you met. Parking your car inside the garage, you step out from it in complete silence, with a box of Jose Cuervo between your arms. Oscar walks towards you, hoping that he has the chance to explain what's going on, but you just smile at him to let him know that everything is okay. You can deal with it.

“They will stay for a couple hours”. He said anyway.

“They're Mayans, I ge—”.

“You are too. Never forget it”.

Nodding in silence, you follow him into the inside, passing them away without saying a single word, until being greeted by your charter with hugs and kisses.

A Dios le rezo, y caigo en los tiempos. Ya no me importa perderme muy dentro.

“Hey, baby girl, Oscar is calling you to the table”.

Medina makes you frown confused. It's the first time in your life that you enter in that Templo while Mayans are reunited. Unless you're bringing them beers. Opening the glass door, you step in. Silence, just a bunch of dark eyes over you, walking with firm steps to the president of your charter. Moving the empty chair by his right side, he urges you to sit down. And you do, with your gaze fixed on his.

“You told me once that you would like to prospect”.

“I did”. You say, curling a leg against your chest, and placing your arm about it.

“In Santo Padre need a new prospect”.

Your orbs travel to the other president, Bishop Losa. Rey de los Mayas. By the look on his face, you know that they're hiding something from your charter, from Oscar. Twisting your neck, you try to figure it out, until he clears his throat because you're making him feel uncomfortable.

“Could you live without me?” Slowly, so slowly, you turn your face to El Oso.

“It's just eight hours away from here, chamaca”.

Te tengo en mi mente todo el tiempo. Todo el tiempo estallo por dentro.

“What are you doing?”

As soon as Stockton charter leaves the Templo, you don't care about the presence of your new family, but Creeper in front of you. He has changed. At least, his look. Wherever you try to find a blank space on his skin, there's another tattoo. Shaved head, black marks under his eyes. The ones that used to shine every day and now look dead.

“Maybe we sh—”. Bishop starts to say, getting up from his chair.

“Sit the fuck down, presidente”. No one is going to fuck with you. Not anymore. “The hell are you playing, Neron?”

“It wasn't our moment”.

Your eyelids widen, with both eyebrows raised up.

“Taking you with me five years ago, it would suppose you were dead today”.

“You didn't have to take me with you, but keep calling, keep texting. You are the one who is dead today”.

“I never stopped loving you”.

“Seriously, gu—”.

“Next time you interrupt us, Mayans gonna have a mute president”. Pointing at Bishop, you give Creeper back your attention. “You destroyed my life. You abandoned me without giving a shit. For what?”

“I paid you for your business here all these years. Your studies, your apartment. And I bought you your bike”.

“No. No, no, no. Mayans did. Oscar. Did”. You reply laughing with a bitter feeling stuck in your throat.

“I have called Oscar every day”.

Y mi corazón se encuentra fatal, que tú ya no me quieres. Esta mierda me va a matar. Que voy por el mundo vacía, pensando en sanar esta herida.

When the men leave the Templo, and Creeper sits in a chair closer to yours, you can't help but break into tears. All the pain that you were fighting against, now is back, seeing how one of his hands hold your right. Feel his touch again, with his fingers getting tangled with yours, is killing you. You can't even look at him. Your gaze is blurred, because of the tears piling up inside your eyes.

“Ain't gonna say that 'am sorry, cause that's bullshit. I just wanted to protect you, but I didn't know that I was pushing you to an emptiness, that was about to end up with your life”. He mutters, trying to keep a firm tone of voice, even if it breaks sometimes. “I tried to do the best for you, without knowing that the best for you is be by my side”.

“Wh—Why now?” You finally ask, licking your bottom lip, raising your head towards him.

“One month ago, in an Arizona run, I was about to die. I was… feeling how I was leaving this world, and I promised to God that if he gave me a second chance… I would come for you”.

Taking off his kutte, the half mexican lifts up his shirt. On his skin there are more tattoos than you can count, but even if you want to focus on the sewn bullet hole over his heart, your attention is on a phrase close to it. “I prefer to die for love, than die for hate”. Under it, your name and the day date you met.

“I have never stopped loving you, (Y/N)”.

Yo voy del infierno al Sol, que vuelvo por ti y sino no lo intento. Búscame, no digas adiós, que solo por ti a Dios le rezo.

His arms surround you, forcing you to sit on his lap as you used to spend the hours. Curling against his chest, Creeper holds you tightly, feeling that warm wrapping your body that begins to melt the cold ice that has your heart captive. Your cry gets loud, sinking your face under his chin. All this time you were hating him for abandoning you, he was just hiding in the shadows, watching over you. His scent floods your lungs, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself. Your fingers get tangled in his shirt, when his lips kiss your forehead so dearly that make disappear all the sadness that was oppressing your chest. He will always have that power in you, as you have in him.

“I love you”. He mutters, feeling how his breath becomes somewhat shaky about to cry too. “Please, come with me”.

Resting his cheek on your head, you cling to his arms, surrounding them with yours the stronger as you can. You don't want him to leave you again. Not a second time.

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[ceasari]

ANTHONIA CAESAR ZEPPELI

It’s about time I introduce my first and most developed oc!

Name: Anthonia (Ceasar) Zeppeli (mother’s surname)

Occupation: Pilot, ex assassin, 7th crusader

Comes from: Naples, Italy

Birthday: 7 December 1972

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Part: 3, STARDUST CRUSADERS

Gender: female (uses female pronouns)

Height: 1.73 cm

Built: fit and muscular

Personality: esfp or infj

Hair: dark brown, short (similar to Jotaros haircut)

Skin colour: pale (like Ceasars)

Eye colour: blue-gray

Powers: Hamon and stand user

Special features: pink triangle cheek birthmarks, scared from bullets-knifes ect, a knife stab cutting through her right hand.

Language: Italian, Napolitan dialect, English, French, Japanese and some Greek. (Because of her job)

Family: Marko (older brother, deceased) Maria (mother, deceased) cousins-ants- uncles-grandparents (all deceased)

Stand name: The Guardian

Image: A light-sky blue, 3m tall dragon, blue scales, white and gold accents, two large white feathers, one on each of the creatures temples, large wings, green-blue snake like eyes, intimidating and scary aura. Tatto on her right upper hand.

Ability: Has the ability to heal people (slower than Josuke) by ‘firing’ a golden cloud from her stands mouth though she can’t heal herself. She can also ‘fire’ a purple one that melts the opponents bones, she calls it “bone breaker” (the more energy she puts into her ability the faster the breaking or healing process)She uses hamon to have better control of her stand.

Like a typical dragon, she can breath fire. The Guardians built allows her user to ride her and to gain complete control. The stands range is 3 meters but by riding her, it becomes endless. She requires a lot of strength and energy so she is dangerous to use for more than a few minutes.

Likes: Loves her friends, singing, rock music, reading, parkour, fighting techniques, sketching maps, writing, planes, nature, her job, stories, ancient and mid evil history.

Dislikes: Most insects-bugs, DIO

Story: She grew up in Naples with her loving brother and traditional mother. A born stand user with hamon abilities inherited from her mother and grandfather. Her mother learned to her the art of Hamon, cooking, cleaning and was really strict with her. Her brother had inherited his grandfathers charm but was the closest she had to a father figure. Her father left their family using that he was having A DAUGHTER as an excuse for him to leave his son, wife and newborn. She is an excellent fighter, parkour artist, ex-band leader, artist.

At the age of 14 years old she returned home to her families corpses. (Someone ordered by DIO eliminated them) and much to her dismay the murderer failed to get murder her but succeeded in getting rid of all her family members. 

Unlike the other Crusaders she had friends before the journey. After her families passing see started working for the underworld, somehow got into pilot school and lived in a hideout with eight other coworkers-friends (assassins)and refused her birth name so she is now called Ceasar. A year later with getting her license she decided to leave Italy with her friend to work for a piloting company and travel, feeling like it was her fault for her families passing. Some months into the journey her friend was a victim of a murder and she stood alone over her dead body.

You can imagine that after that she wanted nothing to do with the world close to herself and became a hermit outside of her workplace were she used her plane to carry passengers from places to others and spend her time practicing fighting techniques, writing music, drawing, reading and studying places in East Asia and North Africa. She lived on her plane (a typical Cessna) Her name is known in traveling agencies, Italy and some locals for being a talented yet strong and fearless intimidating personality.

She met the Crusaders saving them while they were in the Arabian desert and after learning the connection of the Zeppeli-Joestar families forced them to let her join. She turns out to be a kind, humorous understanding character that doesn’t want others to know or judge her about her past. During the crusade she fell in love with Kakyoin Noriaki, gained a great friendly relationship with Jotaro Kujo and strong family bonds with Joseph Joestar and Polnareff while terns out she already knew Avdol from him being a passenger on her Cessna.

She has Strong feelings about fighting, criticizes murderers about how they do their job, respect her opponent and will gladly give your life for anyone. Her past and experience has teached her to take good care of herself and others, she’s an extremely caring and affectionate personality although people never expect it when seeing her fight.

I originally created her character to save Kakyoin Noriaki and represent a woman character in the crusaders and give her some of my own characteristics, hobbies and interests. She might be wrote as O.P. but her past, trauma and the strength her stand requires make her get really tired.

I have lots of scenario ideas about her help, stand, wholesome scenes and after stardust crusaders events in her au and would love to use her character since she is a really developed! I’d also love to see outfit recommendations and stuff!

I may add things later! Thanks if you read this far!

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