#jjba angst

[bygiornogiovanna]

Idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are I have something I’ve been think about for a bit now,,,

How about HCs for the bucciarati gang where the gang is teasing the member about reader but he denies it to get them to stop their constant teases (even though it’s obvious their in love with them) and reader hears it (because they walked into the room or something) and become sad/sulky and ignores them as a result like basically how each member would react to that!

If you can that would be awesome! I’ve become so obsessed with your writing so please continue writing for as long as it makes you happy cause I guarantee it brightens other people’s days as well! 💖

Facade (Bucci gang x gn! reader hcs)

in which they are being teased about liking you...

bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, leone abbacchio // i currently have no idea what to write for mista, fugo nor narancia, please, give me ideas in the comments.

"Come on, man, just admit you like them!" Trish laughed and a sigh escaped past his lips. The man felt like one of the veins in his neck was about to pop. He despised being teased about his feelings towards you. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding them, but apparently, the whole gang knew except, well...you.

"No! I don't like them at all, shut up! We were, we are and we will always be only friends!" He yelled and, when he turned around to leave, he felt like his world was going to crumble. You were standing right there and the look on your face said everything: What you just heard completely broke your heart.

Without saying a word, you turned and left, and, from then on, everything went down the hill. You either ignored him for weeks or when you spoke to him, only a blunt coldness was showed in your voice.

☆Bruno Bucciarati☆

Bruno felt his heart break every time you looked at him with such hatred...Well, at least on the times you looked at him. Because yes, there went weeks without you sparing him a glance;

And all of that because his friends just couldn't keep their mouths shut. That, and because he was too much of a coward to admit the fact that he did like you;

Bruno went from looking like the most put-together man to looking like one of those homeless people. Big, dark circles could be seen around his eyes from all the sleepless nights he had been thinking about how can he fix this. His hair was a mess. Wait, scratch that...He was a mess;

He decided he couldn't keep going with this facade and that you two needed to discuss it. You were adults now. You had to communicate;

Even if it wasn't at easy to do as it was to say, he abused the fact that he was the boss of the team you were in and called you into his office because of a "mission" he had to assign you;

"Are you going to tell me the mission, or do I have to sit here forever?" you spat five minutes after stepping into his office. "Take a seat, please," he said calmly;

"Tell me the mission." you insisted, and he sighed. "Sit down first." Bruno countered, and you rolled your eyes. The faster you did what he said, the quicker you would leave. The more you sat and looked at him, the harder it was for you to not let your tears flow, his words clear as fresh water in your head;

"There is no mission. We need to talk." The moment you heard that, you wanted to get up. "At listen to me, please." His voice sounded so...pained. You sighed and sat back down, a quiet way of telling him you were going to listen to him;

"Look, I know that the situation I put you in a few weeks ago was a painful one, hearing your friend say they don't like you at all...It is a pretty difficult thing to manage. I wish to say...It was all a big misunderstanding. I-" You raised a brow at that, your soft voice interrupting him;

"You mean that saying you indirectly hate me is all a misunderstanding?";

"Yes! I wasn't saying that I hate you...I was saying that I don't like you in...that way." You opened your mouth to talk back again, and he raised his hand to stop you. "Before you comment, let me finish. I was lying when I said I don't like you. I love you, Y/N. I was just scared of you not...feeling the same. And I know my friends, they can't keep quiet when they know something.";

You stared at him wide-eyed. No words were coming out of your mouth and only now you noticed the absolutely horrible state he was in. You don't think you've ever seen Bruno this stressed;

"I really...don't know what to say, Bruno. I'm sorry for reacting how I did, I just...I thought you hated me. And it broke my heart knowing the one I'm in love with hates me." You admitted and he gave you the same stare you just gave him;

"You mean you like me back?!"

☆Giorno Giovanna☆

Giorno had no idea what to do for you to forgive him;

He was never good with expressing his love and gratitude for others, and he was especially worse at it when it came to you;

The day he met you was the day his world was turned upside down. He was ready to do anything it took for you to love him back, but it seemed that all his effort was crushed after his little outburst;

Everytime he tried pulling you away from the rest to talk to you, to explain you why he said that, to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder. And, with every cold, unamused gaze you gave him, his heart shattered;

Unlike Bruno, he couldn't just make you come to him. The only thing he could do was sit and watch you from afar. Sit and watch how pretty you looked when you laughed during those weeks, but it was never with him;

"Please, just look at me" was his thought every time you avoided his begging eyes. Quietly, Giorno begged you to look at him. To forgive him. And he never begged;

His only option was writing you letter. He wrote, and he wrote. The blonde poured his feelings and his explanations that you refused to listen to into words on a paper and slipped them into your purse, disguised as a ladybug;

He only knew that you read them when you showed up at his door at one in the morning, messy hair and teary-eyed. No words were spoken between the two of you, but you both understood what each other meant;

You crashed your body into his and he was there to catch you. He was there. And he will always be there for you, to soothe your pain, even if he was the cause;

As you sobbed into his arms, emotions overwhelming you, he rubbed your back and planted a kiss on your head. There were no words needed anymore, the two souls of yours were connected into one as both of you acknowledged and realized your feelings for each other;

"Now you finally know I love you more than anything in this world, tesoro."

☆Leone Abbacchio☆

Abbacchio hated you. He really did;

He hated the way you made him feel love for the first time in years. He hated the way he loved your smile. The way he cherished every moment spent with you. He hated how he was always there, watching your every move, but not daring to step in. He hated the way you never backed away from him, the way you always searched for him and considered his opinions. And he absolutely loathed the way he was craving your presence;

Ever since that little...incident, should we call it, happened, it was like he was invisible again. You didn't even look at him, let alone talk or be near him the way you were before;

He wanted to curse at you, at his so-said friends who brought this upon him. It was only their fault, if they only knew when was time to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation. But, most of all, he wanted to curse at himself. For being such a coward and never admitting his feelings for you to himselft, let alone others;

And right now, for the second time in his life, Leone was desperate;

The only solution he had was drowning himself in alcohol. The substance he was so used to was his only solution to end his despair. He thought that, if he couldn't think, you would leave his mind;

But oh, how wrong he was. He found himself thinking even more about you. It's like you were stuck in his head, exactly like the roots of his hair were;

That's exactly why he was there, in front if your house, desperately knocking at three o'clock in the morning, desperately seeking you;

Annoyed by the never-ending sound of knocking on your door, you opened the door to your house, wondering who could it be at this hour. However, you certainly didn't expect seeing your usually stoic teammate, drunk and with such a look on his face;

"A-Abbacchio?! What are you doing here?" you asked and were met with silence. Pure, cold silence;

Without saying a word, he pulled you into his body, and this was the first time ever since you met him that he hugged you. Even if he didn't say anything, you somehow understood everything;

The silence was now comforting and, even if you had no clear explanation, you didn't exactly care at that moment. You could speak tomorrow, now, you just enjoyed his warmth;

"I love you, Y/N."

the queen of angst lmao

hope you liked it anon <3

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[rougepancake]

CRYING CAUSE WHAT IF-

FT. Jotaro Kujo

WARNINGS: angsty fluff. Please tell me you see the vision too and that I’m not just going crazy.

“Jotaro… do you think things will be like this forever?” You ask as your back hits the grass, your eyes focused on the beautiful stars of the night sky above you.

It’s always been like this.

It’s always been you and him, against the world.

He scoffed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before answering you. “That’s a dumb question.” Though, he couldn’t help but wonder the same.

“I know,” your voice came out as strained, and you had to turn your head away from his so that you could hide your quivering lip. “But I just don’t know what I’d do with myself if things changed…”

You were met with silence, and it only worsened your grief. Your high school years weren’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to go off and discover who you wanted to become in life, and to grow as a person. You were supposed to enjoy what little youth you had left, not have it torn away from you so quickly.

Jotaro wanted to tell you that it would stay the same. He wanted to say that he would always be here for you, but he’d be lying.

After all, the both of you had totally different plans for yourselves after graduation.

He was supposed to go to university and you were going to travel. You had tried to convince him to come with you, to see the world in all its glory, but he refused.

If he had gone, he never would have come back, and he couldn’t do that to his mother.

“Yeah. We’ll be stuck together for a long while.”

Finally, after all your time going abroad, you’ve come back home to the place you grew up.

You’re in your forties now, and aren’t exactly as young as you once were, but you haven’t changed a bit since you left. Many people had recognized you, and had smiled when you walked past them on the street.

But it just didn’t feel right.

Actually, you felt more alone than you typically did while on your journeys.

Was it because you had just passed your former high school? Or was it that every man you passed reminded you of Jotaro and your time in Egypt?

Either way, something felt off.

“Y/n?”

You spun around as quickly as possible, your eyes wide in anticipation as you met the man that had consumed your every thought since you left.

“Jotaro.” You grinned, and your gaze moved to the young woman that stood behind him, awkwardly looking away from you. Ah. So he did get married after all. “It’s good to see you again.”

Wow this was awkward.

“We should meet up later, or something,” he avoided your gaze, which you found to be strange. “A-Actually- can you come over?”

Did he just stutter??

The woman behind him snickered and he rolled his eyes. “What I mean is that you and I have a lot of catching up to do,” he paused, his eyes finally meeting yours in a way that made your heart melt. “And… I’d like for things to be how they were. If you’re alright with that, of course.”

“Jotaro Kujo,” you smiled brightly, barely able to contain your tears of joy. “I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.”

#I’m going through it rn man I’m not well (I’m fine I’ve just got early fall depression) #fuck man I’m really living it up at uni #I need like a hug or some bs JENSNNSNWNSMA #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba angst #jjba x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader

[mazanarry]

The D'arbys brothers

#jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #jjba #jjba villains #jjba angst #daniel darby #d'arby jojo #telence t. d'arby

[saerotonins]

so uh, i had this jotaro fic idea, here's the draft synopsis/summary that i made like, almost a month ago ????

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years later after you and jotaro's divorce, jolyne slowly realized the weight it has been giving on your shoulders. the usual sparkle in your eyes gone, the stares you usually give to families with both parents present and a loving partner: jolyne was still a child that time but as she grew up, the hurt that brews inside of you became apparent as years had gone by.

one time when she was a child, she realized that the time where you were gone for two weeks, you were in a hotel, crying your eyes out, while kakyoin, polnareff, avdol, and even joseph took turns on taking care of jolyne while you were gone. as a mother, you couldn't bear nor didn't have the time to bawl your eyes out after the divorce and you're sure as hell that you wouldn't want your child witnessing you in your misery. so once you got the leave you were waiting for from your company, you booked a room and stayed there until you cried your heart out.

seeing the damaged it had done to you, jolyne— a decade after— made it as her life mission to go back in the past and stop both you and jotaro from being together. she just wants you to be happy again, and be free from the heavy feeling of your heart once and for all.

even if it means that her existence will be no more.

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pls let me know what u think! 🫶🏻

#jotaro x reader #kujo jotaro x reader #jotaro fluff #jotaro angst #kujo jotaro x you #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x you #jjba fluff #jjba angst #kujo jotaro fluff #kujo jotaro angst #jolyne cujoh angst #kujo jotaro #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba

[sovereignjojoz]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request the bucci gang reacting to their girlfriend accidentally stumbling upon them facing off an enemy and then taken hostage? Their gf is just a normal girl who doesn’t know about their stands or criminal life, she just gets caught up in the whole fight accidentally (cause she saw her bf and followed them) and when the enemy figures out she’s their gf, they take her hostage or smth similar to that!

Bucci gang: clueless

Pairings: Bruno Bucciarati x reader, Leone Abbacchio x reader, Guido Mista x reader, Giorno Giovanna x reader, Pannacotta Fugo x reader, Ghirga Narancia x reader.

Warnings: implied fem reader in some but no explicit mention, reader CAN’T see stands, some angst so the scenarios are varied, (not a warning but Mista is 6’0”), petnames, mild violence (nothing descriptive).

Notes - awhh yeahh babey! Love this idea, love damsel in distress reader, ty for the request!

Bruno Buccarrati

“Yeah mama, I know.” You told her manoeuvring your phone, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “The rustling? Oh I’m just tying my shoelace, yeah, I’m out right now, I’m just finishing up some errands then I’ll- wait mama, hang on a minute.” You paused, lifting your eyes up from the concrete.

Was that Bruno? You squinted, as if that would help you see clearer into the distance. What was he doing here?

Involuntarily, the corners of your lips twisted upwards into a smile, what a wonderful surprise.

Your mother called your name from the phone, bringing your attention back to what you were previously doing. You picked your phone up, holding it to your ear, “mama? Sorry, sorry, I just saw Bruno here th- yeah, Bruno my boyfriend, remember the one I was telling you about? Mhm, I’ll call you back I’m going to go…” you faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling silent upon seeing a strange man approaching Bruno.

“Hello… [name]? Hello? Is everything alright dear?” You heard your mother ask on the other side of the line.

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you failed to respond to your mama. The ambience of this person felt extremely unnatural, there was something dangerously off about this individual, just being near them sent shivers down your spine.

You clutched your phone in a vice like grip, once more glimpsing over at Bruno and that unusual man.

You brought your nail up to your lips, holding it in your teeth, momentarily bringing you relief.

Perhaps you were overthinking, you looked over your phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. You exhaled, slumping, nothing happened.

You ran your hands over your face, what was up with you today, how did you delude yourself into thinking such a thing-

“Oh my gosh!” You gasped as your phone slipped out of your hand, plummeting down to the concrete floor.

Scrambling to find your phone, you dropped to the floor, desperately crawling around on the faded slabs looking for the small device.

You felt cold metal brush your fingertips as the sound of your mother’s frantic voice gushed out of the speaker.

You snatched it from the bin it had fallen under then crawled to hide behind that same bin.

“M-mama.” You spoke, voice shaking with each word you tried to get out, “I- Bruno, mama I don’t know what to do.” You whispered hushed.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, you knew it, you weren’t wrong but nothing made sense.

You felt like your eyes had been deceiving you, as though you were going crazy, but you weren’t, you know you weren’t you’d seen it with your very own eyes.

Just when you’d decided that man wasn’t a threat and you were halfway towards Bruno, a ton of blood came seeping out from his right arm, which you had just noticed was split down the middle.

It happened almost instantaneously yet it seemed as though nothing attacked him, the other man hadn’t even moved an inch yet clearly from the fresh wound on his arm he had been attacked.

You slapped your cheeks, reminding yourself of what was presently happening.

With your head now slightly clearer, you cut the call with your mum quickly messaging: “had to go, love you, speak later.” Now that your mum was taken care of, you swiped onto the phone keypad and dialled the number of the police, waiting with baited breath as each dial passed.

Leaning forward, you took a peek at where Bruno stood, only to see him get punched in the lower jaw, his bottom lip splitting in the corner on impact.

You bit your tongue as tears limned your lower lash line, you wished you could be of more help but realistically if Bruno was struggling what would you be able to do.

Perched on your knees, you angled your phone camera so that the violent man was within frame.

You dropped your phone horrified when the flash shone brightly like a beacon of light, praying from behind the bin that you hadn’t been noticed.

You chastised yourself, how could you be so stupid as to not check!

You daringly took another look so you could get a grasp of the situation, every which way you looked you couldn’t find a singular face of that guy, all you could see was Bruno holding his injured arm; befuddled.

Your shoulders dropped as your chest deflated, releasing a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

Pushing the bin with your leg, you crawled out of your hiding spot cautiously, ready to run to assist Bruno.

As you attempted to stand up you felt a callous hand wrap around your ankle, causing your head to whip around to the offender.

“Hello sunshine, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk around private affairs?”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could do so he moved behind you, clamping his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.

He restrained you in his grip, moving back to where he stood previously.

You bit his hand, hard, in the hopes that he’d release you but it was to no avail.

The man hissed in pain, yet his grip still remained firm as the two of you came in Bruno’s field of view.

Bruno’s jaw ticked, since when were you here.

“I take it that now you’ll listen?” He spoke, his hot, smelly breath wafting into your face.

“There’s no need to involve a civilian.” Bruno said, his breath laboured.

He grinned from behind you, “oh but you and me both know this isn’t just any ordinary civilian don’t we?”

Bruno looked at him straight-face, “I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“Oh really?” He challenged.

He moved his hand from over your mouth to the sides of your jaw-

“Stop.” Bruno demanded unable to take his taunts anymore, “we’ll release your team member, however, first hand the civilian over to me.”

You looked at your boyfriend, feeling slightly lightheaded.

“How can I trust you.” Snarled the enemy user.

Bruno chucked a small device at him, from the corner of your eye it seemed like a GPS, however your pounding head left you unsure on what it actually was.

Seemingly satisfied, he released you from his hold, chucking you to where Bruno was leaving you stumbling as you tried to catch yourself.

Bruno rushed forward, catching you in his arms allowing the enemy user to escape. Later, that’d be a nuisance to deal with however your safety was of much more importance.

He looked at you as you wrapped your arms around him, you hadn’t even had the chance to cry with everything happening all at once.

He placed his uninjured arm around the small of your back, holding you close as clung to him.

You looked at Bruno, your eyes still limned with tears, “Bruno… I-”

He shushed you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your eyes flutter shut as you leant into his hand, unaware of the fact that you were losing consciousness, your stress now catching up with you.

Quick to react, Bruno scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest; bridal style.

He frowned, kissing your forehead remorsefully, “I’m sorry Carina.”

Guido Mista

Seeing how a viel of darkness had now taken over the previously clear blue sky, you started to pack your things up into your colourful customised beach basket, courtesy of Mista.

He really was so cute.

You grabbed your cover up skirt, tying it tightly around your waist before putting your baby blue flip flops on.

Squatting comfortably, you grabbed your phone and skimmed over your unanswered notifications.

You smiled as your eyes took notice of a notification from “mi-mi;)”, immediately tapping on it.

Mi-mi: hey pretty baby

Mi-mi: u headin home

You: yeah babeyy I’m omw now

*mista sent one attachment*

Mi-mi: missin u wifey ( o ⊰ o)<3

You: 🤣🫵

You: ew.

Mi-mi: hey.

You: are you coming home soon?

Mi-mi: yeah I just gotta deal with smth first, then im all yours

*you sent one attachment*

You: kay babe, I’ll be waiting for ya at home, be quick :( I love you

Mi-mi: promise

Mi-mi: I love you too ;)

You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you powered your phone off.

Dusting the sand off of your cover up, you picked up the basket and started walking to the beach’s exit, a slight skip in your step after having talked to Mista.

You set your bag down on the bench as you checked the time on the bus stop. 25 minutes, kinda long, but not too bad.

You sat down one the bench, one leg crossed over the other, and re-reached into your bag for your phone.

You lifted your gaze up, halting your scrolling when you saw a flash of zebra print enter your vision.

Gingerly, you grabbed your bag and stood up, turning the corner where you saw the zebra print flash by.

“Mi-mi?” You called out affectionately, rounding the corner.

The man paused in his tracks at the sound of your voice, your nickname.

You knew it was him, there was only one man in Italy who’d be bold enough to wear zebra print pants, that man being Mista of course.

Dropping your bag beside you, you ran, or at least attempted to run in your flip flops to meet him, and pulled his head down to kiss him lightly as a greeting.

You felt him kiss you back until his eyes widened in recognition, as though something had just clicked in him.

He pushed you back, away from him as you furrowed your brows, confused.

“No, no, no.” He lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Amore, what are ya doing here, you’re suppose to be at home?” He asked turning towards you.

Completely out of the loop, you responded, “what do you mean? I told you I’m heading home, and to do that I need to catch the bus?”

You pointed towards the direction of the bus stop as Mista processed your information.

“Ah, right! Well you need to get going, now!” He informed, pushing you towards the bus stop by the small of your back.

“Hang on!” You spluttered exasperated, “Mista! Wait , wait a minute!” You stopped in your tracks, panting.

“What’s your deal?” You demanded, wanting to know what was causing such unusual behaviour.

“Nothing! It’s just late, you should get home now c’mon.” He told you pulling you by your hand.

Mista notice how your eyes bore into him, trying to figure out what he was thinking however when your hand tightened around his he figured you’d disregarded the matter.

The two of you ran hand in hand past the bus stop, and continued running till you were about half way home or rather until you couldn’t keep up with Mista’s freakishly high stamina.

“Mista,” you panted, ridding yourself of his hand, “I’m tired, can’t we just wait for a moment.” You told him slowing down, putting your hands on your knees.

“No babe! I-” he sighed exasperated, “look I promise I’ll tell you later but for now please, work with me.”

You heaved out a frustrated sigh but listened nonetheless, “alright alright, I-” a shrill scream left your throat before you could even finish your sentence.

Within seconds, Mista had his pistol aimed and ready to fire, his eyes instantly locked on the target behind you.

“Merda.” He cursed under his breath, how could he have let this have happen under his watch, “the hell do ya want huh!? I thought I finished you off earlier.” Mista spat venomously, fed up with the individual who had been pursuing him for 45 minutes.

You looked at Mista alarmed, “Mista…w-what-”

The man behind you, who up till now you still hadn’t seen squished your cheeks with his calloused hand, mocking both you and Mista.

“Get off of me!” You exclaimed in disgust as you pried his fingers off of your face, only for him to latch onto to your wrist like a leech, drawing you much closer to him than necessary.

He grabbed his phone out, flicking onto his camera roll, “Oi, I already told you, you messed with the boss’s daughta’ this is what happens when you mess with anything associated with the boss.”

Mista scoffed, “what the fu- you’re delusional! Who is that!” He asked seeing he had no recollection of this woman.

“stupido coglione, che razza di organizzazione idiota è questa. (stupid jerk, what kind of idiotic organization this is).” He muttered under his breath, pulling the reload trigger on his pistol.

“Ah, ah, ah.” The assiliant clicked his tongue in disappointment, “drop your gun, all the boss wants to do is talk.”

Mista’s brows drew together at the absurdity of this lacky, “what is wrong with you, just give me back my (s/o)/(girlfriend), stop being such a prick.”

“No seriously creep, leave us alone.” You chimed in scolding whoever that guy was.

“Hey.” His face contorted into an expression of distain, prompting Mista to fire a warning shot behind the enemy. “Drop the gun.”

You parted your mouth to speak in retaliation, when a cracking pain spread throughout your wrist, causing fat clear tears to roll down you cheeks.

Mista watched helplessly, he would have aimed and fired however you were moving around too much for his pistol to get a clear shot which would immobilise his target.

Heaving sobs wracked your chest, the pain within your wrist throbbing more intensely each second.

“Alright!” Mista exhaled, choosing to comply. He lowered down his pistol slowly, raising his hands up in surrender as he got up.

“Now kick it away.”

“Mista, don’t.” You sniffed, stray tears still running down your cheeks.

He kicked it slightly to the side of him, just far enough so he could get to it within a second.

“Good boy.”

The vein in his temple pulsed out as the other man started to speak again, “come here once more tomorrow at noon, bring 100k as compensation, y’know for the heartbreak and we’ll trade you back your bella, capisce.”

“Mist-!” You attempted to reach out to him, to tell him not to make any rash decisions but as you attempted to do so a bright white flash engulfed you.

Mista grabbed his gun, “Naw-!” Yet as soon as he looked up you were gone.

“Bastard!” He grabbed his hat, squeezing his head in disbelief.

It’d only taken him one second, however he was one second too late.

Leone Abbacchio

Sighing in relief, you pulled apart the flimsy black strings that held your apron together in a neat bow.

Your checked your phone with heavy eyes, a result of working a 6am shift, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only 2pm.

Hopefully Abbacchio would be home by now, his schedule always varied due to his mysterious occupation, so you never really knew when you would see him.

You especially wanted to see him since today you received some freebies from the makeup store you work at, one of those freebies being pink lipstick.

You bit your lip in contemplation, huh, you’d never actually seen Leone in any other lipstick colour than purple. Perhaps you’d pull a misplaced prank on him today so you could see him wear pink.

Giggling to yourself, you checked your phone, and low and behold, to your surprise there actually was a message from your boyfriend.

The thought of him texting made your giggles resurface, he was awful at texting.

Leone: where are you?

You: at work, just finished, why?

Leone:👋

You furrowed your brows in confusion. This is why you preferred to call him, in fact that’s what you’d do now.

The dial tone obnoxiously rung in your ear thrice before Leone picked up, you called out his name as he finally picked up yet in return all you received was the deafening sound of static.

“Hello?” You shouted into the phone, drawing out the “o” sound.

You shoved your belongings in your bag, a frown etched on your face. “Leone? This isn’t funny, is this a prank because it’s not a good one. What’s going on?”

“You’re scaring me!” You confessed even though all you got in return was that ever present heavy silence, “I’m leaving work now, I don’t know what you’re doing but we’ll talk later.”

Your nails clinked against your phone screen as you roughly tapped the end call button, your eyes glued to your phone as exited the makeup store.

As soon as you stepped out, you felt your wrist being yanked to the left causing your whole body to fall.

You braced yourself for impact but it never came as you collided into a strong lean frame instead of falling onto your knees.

Tendrils of silver hair tickled your nose as you steadied yourself.

You looked up at Abbacchio, annoyance and slight panic carved onto his face, his temple vein pulsing in anger.

“Leone? What’s goi-”

Immediately, he slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling out the rest of your sentence.

He leant down to your hight, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered, “they’re tracking us, my phone was taken, just stay close to me and stay quiet so you don’t get hurt.”

Despite not having a clue about who “they” were, you nodded.

“Give me your phone.” He commanded, his large palm outspread ready to receive your phone.

You rummaged through your bag, plucking the cold device out when it met your finger tips.

Once in his hand, Abbacchio smashed your phone against the brick wall, instantly shattering it on impact. You pouted seeing your precious device crumble before your very eyes.

“Hey, stop with the long face. I’ll buy you a new one okay?” He asserted, stroking the top of your head.

You sighed in compliance, however there was one question that kept nagging at your brain. “Why did they track me though.” You blurted out, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried there was something wrong with your phone security.

He grunted already foreseeing what would happen, “because… you’re the only number actually saved under a name in my phone.” He reluctantly admitted.

You grinned at him, pleased. “I knew you loved me, at home I’m rewarding you with a fat kiss.”

“Please don’t.” He frowned, exhibiting mock discontent although the tale-tale redding of his ears gave him away, making you smile wider your grin.

“I-!”

“Stop talking chatterbox.” He reprimanded as though he were your teacher, “c’mon let’s just get out of here before they try something idiotic like taking you hostage.”

Narancia Ghirga

You blew hot air into your hands feeling the cold air kiss your face and hands. You’d just finished watching a new film that’d just aired in the cinema with your fiends but as you exited the cinema, the temperature had dropped significantly.

Pulling your hood up, you waved goodbye to your friends and started making your way to the nearest train station.

You tapped your card onto the card pad on arrival and went through the gates, waiting on the platform for the train.

Just as you were about to get on the train you noticed a man of similar stature to narancia, actually on further inspection, you found that it was narancia.

You hopped out of the carriage, running after Narancia. It made you worried that he was out at such a late time, where’d did he have to be running off to at ten pm at night?

As you ran after him you noticed he was amongst a group of other men, you presumed they were his friends as you’d seen them amongst him before however you couldn’t be sure, it’d be better to follow him rather than allow him to get himself into trouble.

They took so many twists and turns that at one point you almost became confused and lost them, then finally they stopped after arriving at a secluded area in town.

You took a peak at what they were doing from behind the corner of the brick wall nearest to them.

Pressing yourself up against the brick wall in hopes of staying hidden, you wonder Narancia was even doing here, just being here gave you the chills, rather than be here he should have come to your house for a sleepover where the pair of you could have made a pillow fort and cuddled.

You frowned at the thought.

“The heck man? Where’d this guy go!” A voice, who you recognised to be Narancia, exclaimed.

“Why you asking me like I know! You’ve got Aerosmith, start looking!” Someone shouted in retaliation.

“Oi quit it.” You heard the sound of clothes rustling as the person scolded Narancia and his friend? “Get a grip, they couldn’t have gotten that far.”

A light slap, perhaps even slightly playful, resonated though the air, “knock it off Abbacchio, get off me.” Narancia jibed.

You bit your lip in fear, was someone hurting him.

You clenched your fists by your side, that’s it, your mind was made up. You were going to go over there.

“Nar- mpgh!”

“Hey guys!” Narancia beamed excitedly, “I found something!”

“Well then lead the way.” Bruno probed drawing out his stand.

“Right here-!” Narancia gasped audibly, meanwhislt lil bomber released a huge puff of black smoke.

“How did you- what do you think you’re doing!” He stammered firing lil bomber at the men who held your unconscious body captive.

“HEY! Calm it!” Mista shouted restraining the black haired boy.

“Mista. Let go.”

“Narancia.” Giorno called sternly, “don’t be rash. Mista’s right, you need to calm down, look.” He pointed at the enemy users, “we’re outnumbered we can’t afford to be rash.”

“He’s right.” Bruno informed, “let’s hear out their demands first.” He turned to face the mob members, “what is it you gentlemen want?” He asked.

One member, dressed in all black, stepped up, “we’re actually proposing a very fair deal, one measly girl for your amore eh, give us the boss’s daughter and we’ll give back this girl we saw following you, yeah?”

Bruno’s lips set into a thin line.

The pitying eyes of his team members all met his as he realised the ultimatum.

“Narancia,” Fugo probed, trying to be as gentle as possible.

He sharply turned his head to the side, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze, “you can’t.”

“There’s no other option.” Abbacchio comment.

“The heck you sayin’ that’s not fair! Civilians aren’t like us stand users and-and that’s my-!” He pointed at your unconscious figure, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “That’s my-!”

“We know!” Fugo spat raising his voice, he hadn’t meant to, he was just stressed and little by little his frustrations were leaking out of him.

“Alright!” Shouted the enemy user who seemed to be a stand in leader, “you’ve made your choice,” he sharply tapped Narancia on his cheek, blood quickly tinting his soft skin red, “sort your friends out bud. No Trish, no trade.”

Giorno Giovanna

“Gio Gio!” You yelled seeing Giorno dart around a corner.

“Hey wait up!” You dashed after him, skidding right as he took a sharp turn.

Just narrowly dodging a lamppost, you called out for him again. He was much further ahead of you due to his impressive, almost inhumane, agility

You were intrigued as to what he was doing running all over Italy during mid day, just the other day he told you he’d got a part time job at the ice cream van so why wasn’t he there?

A small gasp escaped your mouth upon seeing that he was within reach, hence why you picked up the pace and ran as fast as you could after him.

Just as he was about to take off again, you grabbed his wrist, firmly holding it in your manicured hand.

“Gio Gio,” you greeted shyly, your face hot after chasing him down. “Where are you going, don’t you have work? Isn’t it your first day.” You looked at him expectantly awaiting an answer, how could he have run off like this on his first day. For such a responsible guy this was a very irresponsible action.

He looked at you horrified, “it’s lunch.” He stated, unsure, seemingly trying to convince you as well as himself.

“Oh right…” you quietened down, peering at him through your lashes, “well would you like to have lunch together.”

“He won’t be able too but I certainly would.” A coarse voice chimed in, as a strange figure wriggling their grubby fingers started to approach the pair of you.

You squealed and jumped closer to giorno, locking his fingers with yours, hoping being near him would calm your erratic heart.

Giorno remained silent, his lips pursed and brows drawn together, dissatisfaction radiating off of him.

A startled shriek left your lips as the figure pounced towards you, you shut your eyes and squeezed giorno’s hand tightly until you heard a loud thud near your feet.

You jumped on Giorno’s side upon seeing his hand touch your ankle yet just moments their hand went limp.

Your lip protruded outwards as you concentrated hard on the now unmoving figure. In the span of 3 seconds the figure had ceased all movement yet… nothing happened in between those three seconds- how-.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Giorno clearing his throat, “now about that lunch amore?”

Pannacotta Fugo

“What are you talking about!” Fugo snapped at the most unbearable enemy stand user he’d ever encountered. Undoubtedly that thing was just spewing out lies so he’d falter and lose his concentration.

“Rather than speak, why not just show you.” The enemy stand user shrugged and snapped his fingers.

Two of his henchmen followed suit with you in their grasps, Fugo felt his mouth go dry.

Your eyes widened upon seeing your boyfriend, “F-Fugo! What is this, this isn’t some sick cruel joke is it.” You asked trembling.

Fugo leaned his hands on the building in front of him, head down, his sturdy frame being supported by his hands.

How did it all go wrong?

“Fugo!”

Reflexively, he turned his head to the sound of your voice as your eyes bore into him.

He rose to his full height and glared at the enemy user, “What would you like me to do for-”

“Beg.” He interrupted, his mind already set on his answer.

“No-” a lacky caressed your dainty finger, bringing it-

Fugo grit his teeth, “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, please, please just stop.”

“On your knees.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but then snapped it shut seeing your fearful gaze on him and lowered down to his knees.

“Please just release the civilian.”

“Now give us that piece of paper with the details on it.”

He wished he could have his stand aid him, however as you were in the vicinity it would also be harmful to you, perhaps even lethal as you were only a citizen.

He threw the paper at the enemy users head and muttered out one last “please.”

The lackey’s kicked you forward now they had what the wanted in hand, rapidly making a move to escape before backup could arrive.

Your lip trembled as you made eye contact with Fugo.

He ran forward and embraced you, feeling slightly better when you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Fugo.” You sniffled.

He cupped your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away your stay tears. .“I know.”

#crownprincegojo #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #bucci gang x reader #bucciarati x reader #fugo x reader #giorno x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #vento aureo x reader #anonletters #I’m so sorry for being inactive #I’m also a really slow writer #I’m back now though for a while and I have three drafts! + a couple asks ready #jjba fluff #jjba angst

[starry-snippets]

wake up

synopsis: you’ve recently awakened a power after being injured. around the same time your husband begins filing for divorce. your only company is your daughter jolyne and the monster keeping you up at night 

tw: divorce mentions, relationship strife, angst, hurt, comfort, swearing, implied afab reader (cause jolyne is you and jotaro’s kid)

Your fingers gently take the hair clips out of Jolyne’s hair. She wanted to wear butterfly hair clips with her fishtail braid, so you happily put them in. Now that she’s back from elementary school her hair is a bit messy from playing, loose strands and broken butterfly clips on her head. 

“Did you have a good day, Jojo?” She begins to ramble about her day with a smile, her outspoken nature definitely coming more from you than Jotaro. Jolyne tells you about how she won every dodgeball game in gym class and how everyone was so impressed. “That’s amazing dear.” You say while beginning to comb out her hair, as all the clips and elastic bands are out. “Your hair is getting really long.” You comment as it falls to her mid back, and she just shrugs. 

“I kinda want a haircut.” A hum of acknowledgement accompanies Jolyne’s statement. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed. It’ll always grow back if you want it longer again.” Jolyne nods with a bounce, making you halt your brushing so she doesn’t get her hair tugged on. “Do you have any homework tonight?” 

“Just a bit! I’ll do it once you put my hair up,” she says it with a pout and you can hear it in her tone. She’s such a precious child, you think as you finish combing her hair and pin it into a loose bun. 

“Dinner will be ready for you when you’re done dear. Let me know if you need any help.” Jolyne nods with a smile and runs upstairs to her room. You watch as she races to her room, the door shutting softly behind her. Your heart stings as you head to the kitchen to begin dinner. Jotaro has been coming home long after you’ve eaten with Jolyne for the past few days. 

Shaking your head as if that’ll shake these thoughts from your mind, you look in the cupboards for your recipe book. As you rummage in the back of the shelf you see an ornate brooch in the shape of a beetle. Curious, you pick it up. It feels like a knife tears right through your palm and you drop it with a scream. Jolyne comes racing down from her room, stopping at the end of the stairs when you tell her to hastily. 

“I’m okay Jojo! Just scratched myself, you should get started on that homework.” You offer her a smile, gritting your teeth behind closed lips. Her eyebrows push together but she nods, heading back up to her room. Once the doors closed you let out a groan, watching as blood dripped down your hand and onto your tile floor. “I need to clean this up,” You calmly state while wiping the blood from your palm onto your apron you put on since entering the kitchen. 

“I’m sure this brooch is Jotaro’s, I’ll put it on his desk too.” You mutter while exiting the kitchen. In the adjacent room you find his work study and you place the brooch in a drawer full of various nick-nacks. The tchotchke was fairly cute, but you can’t help but wonder why he had it. 

Turning around to clean the kitchen, you see a looming figure. Its body has [color] accents with gold and beige, skin adorned with scales resembling a pangolin. You fall back, anxious of getting too close to this stranger. It has a long tail that’s curling into itself, angular eyes and an animalistic snout. 

“Who-what are you?” Scrambling to your feet, you watch the strange creature stare at you with those beady eyes. In the pupils you can see stars and in the iris you see your shocked expression staring back at you. You watch the monster with wide eyes, terrified that when you blink you’ll be a goner. It stares back with absent vigor, with hazy eyes like it has cataracts. “Leave me alone…” You whisper in a silent plea. You can’t let anything happen to Jolyne. 

“I’m Wake Up.” It’s voice is scratchy like you imagine those scales to be. “I’m your stand. I’ve been born from your soul’s desires.” You shake your head, entirely disbelieving this entire situation. “You’re not imagining this.” 

You just wish for this to end. Your breathing begins to shake, pupils shaking as anxiety takes a hold of you. The throbbing in your hand begins to burn when the creature places its hand on yours. It has long nails just like a rodent. The radiating pain begins to calm upon touching the scales covering it’s body. 

“This is your power. I can heal with these scales and I can harden my body. Like a pangolin my tongue is long, and my claws are nigh indestructible. If you take off these scales they’ll act like a tracking device.” You stare at the creature – you mean your stand – still shell-shocked. “I’m here to help. Not hurt.” Eventually you nod, allowing this being into your life. Still you’re scared and worried for yourself and Jolyne, but you can’t do anything at the moment. Suddenly it disappears, the creature retracting into a scaly ball before vanishing from your sights. Your breath hitches, still shaken up over the ordeal. 

You head to the kitchen with a towel anyway, quickly wiping the blood from the floor and beginning dinner. 

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

Another night where Jolyne and you are eating dinner together. She picks at her food, upset that her father isn’t there. You’re upset too, eyebrows pushed together as you stir the ice cubes in your water. Jolyne isn’t chatty like she normally is, staring blankly at the food on her plate as she plays with it. Normally you’ll tell her to be careful to not make a mess but words are logged in your throat and no matter how much water you drink it won’t move. 

Jolyne goes to bed the earliest she has in a long time that night. It’s now nine pm and you’re laying in bed, your pangolin-esque stand sitting at the end of your shared bed with Jotaro. Jolyne was asleep last you checked on her, so you invited the mystery to appear again. 

“Do I control when you appear?” 

“Mostly,” Wake Up responds while wiggling its scaly tail. “Sometimes I won’t listen.” 

Your eyebrows react to that by lowering. “What do you mean by-” 

“Like now!” The creature vanishes as the bedroom door opens. Jotaro enters with his usual serious expression, your hands are against the sheets with a look that reads you’re not happy about your stand’s audacity. 

“Jotaro.” You greet him with a bittersweet smile, heart aching at his absence but finally feeling minimal relief at his awaited appearance. “Was work alri-” 

He cuts you off immediately by removing his top to change into pajamas along with his blunt words. “We should get a divorce.” 

Your heart sinks into your stomach. If you weren’t sitting in bed you worry the weight of what he just said would cause it to fall right through you. Like a deer in the headlights you stare at him, mind entirely frazzled by his proposition. 

“I’ve gotten all the papers ready. I need your approval.” 

Is this why he was home late every night? When you thought he was working late to make sure Jolyne had everything she could ever want and you could indulge in your hobbies – he was really just going behind your back to remove you from his life? 

Your breathing becomes erratic as you stare at the man you vowed to love all your life. His effigy is a painful reminder that you’ve honored that – through all the times he's been short with you, he’s yelled, he’s acted on whatever he needed for himself – but he hasn’t. When he said “I do” all those years ago he was lying. Your face is growing hot in anger and sorrow, tears soothing the burning of your face. Cupping your face with your hands, you try to hide all the emotions overflowing. It’s obvious despite your shaking hands hiding your tear stained face because of your loud hiccups. 

The mattress sinks a little as Jotaro gets into bed with you to be met with you turning away. You can’t see how his eyes narrow in his own sadness. You don’t know why he’s doing this, or how much he still loves you. As he watches you sob his own heart is breaking, especially with how you refuse his comfort. He wishes he could stay with you, that he could stay with Jolyne, but your safety has always been his priority. 

“I’m so sorry.” Jotaro says empathetically while your body shakes. 

“Sorry you don’t love me anymore.” You said it so quietly, your sobs and hiccups interrupting the words, but Jotaro hears it and wants this to have never happened.

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

The divorce is underway and you can’t sleep. Jotaro comes home even later than before which fills your mind with rage and resentment. Is he actually working or is he getting the things you couldn’t give him? Is he overworking himself like you always thought or is he getting stress relief from someone in the way you thought he only got from you? 

Jolyne notices how your gentle and nurturing nature has changed. Instead of seeing the glass half full you see it empty. As you brush her hair you aren’t humming, instead you’re staring off into space and stroking and stroking and stroking it until Jolyne asks if you’re okay. 

Your dinners are less coordinated. The dishes aren’t done as you cook, now they gather at the edge of the sink and stay in the dishwasher until noon. The apples in her lunch aren’t cut to look like bunnies, the napkins don’t have sweet notes on them, and there’s no cute animal forks for her to eat her vegetables with. 

“You’re worrying Jolyne.” Wake Up ridicules while you stare into the vacant spot besides you. It’s so cold without your furnace of a husband beside you. “I know shit’s rough but Jolyne deserves a present parent. And Jotaro isn’t present for either of you.” You know their right but you still feel anger in your soul. Naturally, Wake Up knows that. “You can’t make him love you again.” 

“I know that!” You snap despite your best attempts to keep it inside. Tears flow down your face again, face heating up as you recall what Jotaro had said nights ago. “I know that,” You reiterate in a broken voice. You’re so tired of sobbing – so tired of being strong. But you know Wake Up is right. Jolyne needs you to be strong for her. 

The next morning Jolyne wakes up to the smell of pancakes. She races down the steps, seeing you humming while flipping the fluffy breakfast. There’s cut strawberries and bananas in a dish, whipped cream and syrup on the counter too. Three plates are set up which fills Jolyne with hope that her dad did come home last night. It fills you with hope too despite knowing he never came to bed. It’s false hope but it’s what you feel you need. Once the pancakes are all done you serve her, watching as she happily gets fruit and syrup to eat them with. 

“Thank you!” Jolyne has a big smile, her messy hair all over the place since you didn’t pin it up for her. 

“Of course Jojo.” You smile back while grabbing the comb, elastics, and hairclips. “Once you’re done eating I’ll help tidy up your hair.” 

☆☆☆ ☆☆☆ ☆☆☆

Waiting for the divorce to finally happen may be breaking you more than the initial conversation. It’s like living a double life, putting on a happy front for Jolyne while falling into a deep spiral every time you’re alone with the lights off. 

Tonight’s like any other as your mind races and Wake Up witnesses it while curled up into themself. Only this night the door opens, light being introduced from a distant world. You’re too preoccupied in your head to recall your stand, Jotaro’s subtly shocked expression going unnoticed by your closed eyes. 

“[Name], get back!” That voice you know better than your own shouts startled. “This must be an enemy stand!” A purple entity emerges from behind him as your stand uncoils itself. 

“No, it’s my stand.” You say with narrowed eyes. Jotaro stares at you in shock and recalls his own stand. 

“When did this happen?” 

“A week ago. I picked up the brooch you had in my recipe cupboard and it pierced me.” You extend your arm, showing him the scar along the lines of your palm. “You knew that brooch did this to people? Why did you even have it?” You stare at his blank expression and shake your head. “It’s like I don’t even know you. Like there’s this entirely different world you live in and you can’t give me access. I thought we loved each other, I thought we trusted each other.” You shake your head again before your voice can get louder. “But I realize I’m wrong about both.” 

You’re met with silence as Jotaro thinks of what to say. If he should tell you that he loves you, that he just wants to be safe, that he’s never been happy away from you? 

“I do love you-” 

“Bullshit!” You’re so upset about the whole situation that you cut him off. “Why would you want a divorce then? Am I not good enough? I’ve only ever tried my hardest! What else could I do? I fucking love you, and-and you don’t love me,” You wish you’d stop talking with how rude you’re being, but all the anger held inside of you is coming out in full. “What did I do wrong?” 

“I want to keep you and Jolyne safe. These abilities we have cause people to target us. I can’t let anything happen to you or Jolyne. I love you both too much for that to happen.” Jotaro comes closer to your figure on the bed, taking you in his arms. You think about thrashing against him, but it’s been so long without his touch and you melt completely into his body. “I love you. I love you so much.” Jotaro feels ready to cry with how much he’s hurt you in his attempts to put you out of harm. “You and Jolyne matter most to me.” 

“I have a stand now,” You begin while wrapping your arms around his neck. Holding onto him tightly, you inhale his cologne. The scent of him is nearly gone from the sheets. “I can protect myself and Jolyne. You don’t need to do this.” 

Jotaro is silent for a moment, thinking about your point. He doesn’t want to be naive in thinking that, but you may be right that your stand is enough to combat the dangerous nature of being unique. 

“I trust you [Name].” Jotaro holds you tightly, relieved himself to have you in his arms. “I’ll cancel the divorce. I need you in my life.” 

“I need you too.” 

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[pepilandia]

"We lost everything."

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[loving-mista]

asking them what would they do if you died (team bucciarati angst (?)) pt 1 of 2 (bruno abbachio fugo)

being in the passione death is almost always inevitable, but how would your partner react to you asking them such a question

an: part 2 with narancia mista and gio will be up soon!

Bruno Bucciarati

you both were just lying down in each other's arms on your shared bed after a mission; you were looking at the injuries you both sustained during it and it really made you think.

"Caro, I have a question"

"what is it amore" he sat up your worried tone caught his attention

he saw the way you began to fidget with your fingers, how you were trying to gather up the courage to ask your question

he rested a hand on your shoulder and gave you a kiss on your head giving you the reassurance you needed

"what would you do if one day, I don't make it back from a mission"

he froze. he had never thought about that

as much as he hated to admit it the idea of you not coming back to him crushed him more than words could describe

to say Bruno would be devastated was an understatement whatever emotion he'd feel after not seeing you again was far worse than that.

"Amore mia if I were to lose you, i'd lose the only thing that brings hope and light to my life"

the tears welling up in his eyes along with his response were enough to make you cry

after that bruno goes on almost every mission with you, your question also made him realize that you both need to spend more time together because you never know then it would be the last

leone abbachio

you both were just hanging out when you asked him

"leone, what would you do if i don't make it back from a mission one day"

the question stopped him in his tracks; he immediately thought back to his previous partner

he couldn't handle a loss like that again, just thinking about it broke his heart

he stayed quiet for a few long seconds, he was trying to find the words that could describe it

yet his mind still lingered with the thought of him never being able to see you again

"ah nevermind its a stupid-"

he cut you off, his arms around you his chest along your back

it caught you by surprise considering he isn't the type to show affection like that

he rested his head on your shoulder and whispered to you

"cara if i ever lose you, id lose myself you mean that much to me"

he was crying now you wouldnt see but you can tell because of how his voice was breaking

you spent the rest of the day in eachothers arms

since then abbachio has been more openly affectionate.

Pannacotta Fugo

you were both patrolling the streets when you asked him

"hey fugo, if i ever dont make it back from a mission what yould you do"

this question caught him off guard, fugos face went serious

he had stopped his his tracks

"i'd kill the bastardo who did it, for taking away one of the few people i care about, one who brings sunshine to my dark days; i love you far to much to lose you"

his response brought tears to your eyes

fugo meant every word of it, he loves you way to much to lose you you mean the world to him

you've taught him so much you even helped him with his anger issues

if he lost you he would never forgive himself for letting it happen

since then you notice that fugo has been trying to show his appreciation for you more often especially with affection

#jjba narancia #narancia x reader #fugo #fugo x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #team bucciarati #jjba x gn reader #goldenwind #vento aureo #jojonokimyounabouken #jojos #jojosbizarreadventures #jjba angst #jjba x reader angst #fugo headcanons #bruno headcanons #jojo abbacchio #leone abacchio

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

Mourning

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Fugo kneeled down on Bucciarati's grave, sobbing violently as passersby looked at him with a concerned expression. He clutched his hair tightly, quieting down his cries to draw less attention towards him.

He was ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he was crying so loudly in public. What would Bucciarati think?

No, Bucciarati would comfort him. He could never know what Bucciarati was thinking, the man was simply too hard to read. Fugo hated that about him. But then again, he could never hate him.

Fugo took a shaky breath, letting go of his hair and slowly lowering his trembling hands to rest on the plain grass. Bruno Bucciarati was the closest thing he had to a father. He wished he could've spent more time with him. He wished he had appreciated him more.

He wished he was still here.

But it was far too late for him to come back.

Fugo let out another sob, as he clutched the grass with his hands. He knew he was getting dirt under his fingernails. Usually this would bother him, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

"Padre," Fugo choked out, swallowing his tears. He said the word as if it'd bring him back, knowing full well he couldn't bring back the dead.

He wanted to rip out his heart and bury it with his adoptive father's corpse. He knew he couldn't, but he yearned to.

Fugo lied on the grass, staring up at the sky with a solemn expression. He didn't want to go home. This was his home. He knew that the only time he was truly at home was when he was with the man he couldn't help but consider his father.

He wanted to die here, he wanted to lay on the grass forever and stare up at the sky until the world ended.And as he lay on his deathbed, he closed his eyes and waited for everything to come to a stop. The flowers on the grass lying 6 feet atop of the coffin tickled Fugo's face, and he enjoyed the feeling.

There weren't flowers when he got there. Fugo opened his eyes, hearing footsteps approaching.

The pale teen sat up, staring at Giorno as he approached.

"I thought you might be here," he said calmly, sitting beside Fugo.

Fugo looked away, hugging his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Giorno reassured, placing his hand on Fugo's shoulder. "You're mourning the death of your friend."

"Father," Fugo took a shaky breath as he corrected the Don. "He was my father."

"You're mourning the death of your father," The green eyed boy corrected himself. "And I can see how deeply this is affecting you. You have every right to cry, Pannacotta. You don't have to hold back you're tears anymore. I'm here to be your shoulder to cry on."

Fugo turned to look at the boy sitting next to him, as his eyes welled up with tears. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "No... I can't. Not in front of you."

"Crying is healthy, Pannacotta," Giorno wrapped one of his arms around Fugo, gently pulling him closer. "You don't have to fight it. Just let yourself cry."

This was enough to drive Fugo over the edge, and he immediately burst into tears. He buried his face into Giorno's shoulder as he wept, feeling thankful that the man he loved cared so deeply about him.

He loved Giorno so fucking much.

He did feel guilty for getting his tears and snot Giorno's suit, but that didn't matter right now. All that matters is that he was in the arms of a boy that loved him dearly.

As Fugo finally calmed down and removed his face from Giorno's shoulder, he felt a kiss be placed on his forehead, which startled him.

"Did you kiss my forehead just then..?" Fugo asked, as he looked up at Giorno with his red, tired eyes.

The latter just looked at Fugo with confusion, combing his fingers through his snowy white hair. "No?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Fugo could've sworn he saw a silhouette fade into a golden mist.

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this is what happens when i listen to Mitski

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[nicherayyy]

Young!Joseph Joestar x Fem! Reader

angst, cheating, bad end

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly”

“Did I not mean anything to you?”, you sobbed, “Was I not enough for you?”

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The silence is deafening, broken only by your hitched breath. Did he care about this situation? Did he even care about you at all? About your feelings?

As you stand there, your nerves on the edge, you can feel weight of all you emotions bearing down upon you. You feel the lump in your throat grow larger, like a boulder that's blocking your path. You swallow hard, but it only seems to make it worse, as though the lump is swelling in size. Your voice catches in your throat, and you can feel your eyes start to burn with unshed tears. All while.. he was just standing there. In front of you with unspoken guilt on his face, trying not to look at you. 

“ANSWER ME JOSEPH”, you screamed in frustration, fat tears continuing to run down your face. The spacious kitchen seemed so small right now. Like it was your small world, world that once belonged to the two of you. World, in which you wished to stay forever. But now it looked like nothing more than a pathetic fantasy that would never come true again. 

“I..”, Joseph whispered, “I’m sorry”

Oh, he was sorry. He should be sorry. He betrayed your trust. Cheating on you with a random girl. Did he at least know her name? Honestly, you didn’t even want to ask. 

“She just-“

“I don’t want you to blame her”, you interrupted, glaring at him now with disgust, “Don’t you dare to blame someone in your actions. It was your decision after all”

For the first time in his life, Joseph didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what excuse to come up with, he couldn’t just run away and most of all he couldn’t look at your pain filled eyes. And he brought you this pain. 

“I’m sorry”, he repeated. His voice shaky, almost inaudible. 

“You know what?”, you asked him, heading for the kitchen door without even looking back at him, “I’m done. You know, they warned me about you, I should have listened”

Without any other words you left. Left him, still standing in that goddamn kitchen, scared to even move for an inch.

 The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. And Joseph’s world was you. The world that he destroyed himself. 

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[frrrcus]

Jotaro x Wife! reader

⚠️: Fluff to angst, mentions of divorce, you’re taking Jolynes mothers place

sorry for being extremely inactive :(

I smiled tenderly as I caught Jotaro hugging Jolyne, resting my body against the doorway.

“You’re adorable,” I muttered, loud enough for Jotaro to turn to me, eyes catching mine. I chuckled as I caught that tiny smile on his full lips, picking Jolyne up and walking towards me. I hugged him and Jolyne tightly, her overjoyed giggles not going unnoticed. He kissed my cheek uncharacteristically, surprising me. I decided to not speak about it as I pecked his lips, closing my eyes. We melted in the hug, Jolynes soft snoring filling my ears.

I was ridiculously and madly in love with Jotaro Kujo.

.

So imagine the absolute betrayal that tore my heart as he handed me the signed divorce papers. “This isn’t going to work out.” As simple as that.

Imagine the tears I spilled, the nights I’ve wasted wailing into my pillow questioning myself. Had I done something wrong? I knew he wasn’t always home, but I understood that was his job.

“Jotaro, please…She's your daughter!” I sobbed on the phone, eyes widening in terror as those simple words rang through the phone. “Your daughter as well, you care for her, I'm busy with work.” The beeping snapped something in me, tears blurring my vision. Had I done something wrong?

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[bygiornogiovanna]

Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.

This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.

Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)

happy (almost) 500 followers!

apologize it took so long.

Won't get away

(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)

It all started 5 years ago.

Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.

It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.

"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.

7 seconds left.

Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.

Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.

Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.

5 seconds left.

And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.

For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.

Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.

His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

4 seconds left.

His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.

They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.

3 seconds left.

You can't do good without sacrifices.

He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.

With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.

"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.

At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.

However, it was too late.

Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.

"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"

Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.

You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.

You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.

Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.

Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.

It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.

She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.

"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.

"Stop."

"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelled–

"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"

Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.

"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.

"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."

"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.

The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.

When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?

You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?

However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.

You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.

No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.

And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.

The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.

That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.

"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.

"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.

"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.

You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.

"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.

"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."

And after that, everything went blank.

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[rougepancake]

All the lonely people

FT. Rohan Kishibe x Ghost!F!Reader

WARNINGS: Age gap (you died in your 20s and he’s currently like 40 in this), this was written with the intent of it being sad (-_-). Probably ooc Rohan. No regrets??? Not proofread.

SUMMARY: You’re nothing but a spirit, cursed to wander the world until it fades away into the nothingness. However, you’ve been lucky enough to encounter someone who can actually see you.

“I know you’re there.” The sound of his voice pierced the silence, leaving an uneasy feeling to overcome the room. Within seconds, you appeared and poked your head out of the wall, looking down at his sketch curiously.

“How?” You slowly pulled yourself out of the wall, now hovering over his sketchbook.

“How what?”

“How did you know I was here?” You drifted around as you spoke, your tone light and carefree. It was clear that you were curious. It had been such a long time since you’d last spoken to anyone, so it was incredibly hard for you to believe that what you were experiencing was real.

“What?” He finally looked up from his sketchbook, looking at you with a bored expression. “Do you not have anything better to do?” He scoffed. “Shoo. I don’t have time to deal with spirits such as yourself. Not anymore, at least.”

You couldn’t help but take in his appearance, observing him closely. Why was he so relaxed? Was he not frightened by the idea of having a ghost in his house? He was so uninterested that it surprised you.

“Rohan Kishibe?” You asked, floating off in the direction of his bookshelf. You were a lively one, weren’t you?

“How do you know my name, spirit?” He returned to his work, the sound of his pen scribbling on the paper dragging out the silence.

“I’m not illiterate.” A particular book caught your attention, but your hand fell through it as you reached for it. You poured and drifted elsewhere. “I’m Y/n.”

Silence filled the air, making you feel uncomfortable. Was he processing your name? Did he know you when you were alive? No- that’s impossible… biologically, you’re much older than him. Maybe he knew more than he was letting on, since he was being so quiet.

“So you’re a mangaka?” You finally broke the silence, now standing in front of him. Your torso being cut off by the table to stood in.

“Why are you here?” Rohan sounded frustrated, but why? It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong. You were just being polite, despite your existence as a spirit. “What do you want from me? My soul?” He rose from his seat unexpectedly, glaring at you. His expression read ‘I’m too old for this’.

“I’ve no need for your soul.” You sighed and looked into his eyes. Was he afraid of ghosts? Has he only encountered evil ones? “I’m just… rather lonely, that’s all.” You hid your pain behind a smile, looking down to avoid his gaze.

“Very well.” He walked off to somewhere else in the room, his back turned to you. Rohan reached up and grabbed another sketchbook, flipping through it as if he was looking for something. “Just don’t annoy me.”

Wait. Did that mean you could stay? The idea excited you greatly, and you couldn’t help but grin at him. After years of being alone, you finally had someone to talk to.

“Thank you, Rohan-sensei.”

Weeks passed, and Rohan had grown quite fond of your sudden appearances. It had become the part of his day that he looked forward to the most, though he didn’t know why.

At first, he thought it was because you reminded him of Reimi, but he soon found himself to be wrong. You were absolutely nothing like her, and you were much more at peace with yourself. You always wore a smile, constantly telling him that it’s better to be free while the opportunity is still there than to wait.

In time, he realized the real reason he cared for you as much as he did was because he was just as lonely as you. It made sense, because it wasn’t like Koichi and Yukako stopped by anymore, same for Josuke and Okuyasu. And Jotaro was overseas with his daughter.

He really was all alone.

“You know, sitting like that isn’t good for your back.” You chastised him, making your presence known my popping up through the floor. Just where did you go when you drifted through objects?

“I know.”

“Why the long face?” The question made him tense. Was it that obvious? He couldn’t believe that you had seen through him so easily.

“No reason.” A sigh escaped him. Did he really like the company of those fools anyways? Maybe he just liked the idea of them… the idea of being surrounded by people that respected him…

God he missed Reimi.

He was starting to see her in you with every passing day and it hurt him. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes anymore, out of fear that one day, he’ll call you by her name. And while he appreciated how you never asked him about it, he wished you would. Rohan desperately needed someone to talk to, someone to comfort him. He thought he would die without being able to confide in someone close to him.

He wanted to cry and to be held. To comfort and to be comforted.

Rohan Kishibe just wanted to be loved.

“Well… you haven’t left your room in a couple of hours, so why don’t you come downstairs and get something to eat?” You sounded genuinely worried, but he knew it was a ploy to get him to listen to you.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” He mumbled, hiding his face in his hands. What had come over him? What brought about this sudden feeling of worthlessness?

You sighed and hovered in front of him, causing him to shiver at the feeling of your cold body being so close to his. “You said that earlier, Rohan.”

The way you spoke made him spiral further into his despair. Why had you hung around for so long? Did you feel the same way he did? Oh how it pained him. He had so many questions for you that would remain unanswered.

“I said I’ll be down in a minute.” The bitterness in his voice surprised you, and you actually took a step back so you could analyze him. Had something happened? Did you do something? You had only wanted to help…

Frowning, you vanished before him, going off to who knows where as he collected his thoughts.

“Reimi…” His voice wavered. “Reimi I miss you so much…” Rohan let out a shaky sigh and leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling with a scowl. “Why is she like you… Reimi I need you to answer me…” At this point his begging was pointless, regardless of whether or not Reimi could see him. “Why…”

He was distant after that. He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to push you away.

It seemed like every time he looked at you his heart swelled, rattling against his chest like some wannabe maraca. He could always feel his mouth get dry and his face heat up, chalking it up to be nothing more than his symptoms of old age.

“Would you look at that.” You leaned over his shoulder, watching intently as he drew. “Your new chapter is going to be something else. I’m sure your fans will love it.” The reassurance wasn’t what he needed to hear from you, but he reveled in your praise.

“Thank you, Y/n. I’ve been working pretty hard on it.” And he left it at that. You knew he was acting strange, but you knew he had the ability to kick you out if need be. You knew better than to overstep your boundaries with him.

“Have I ever told you that you remind me of someone from my past.” You attempted to make small talk as you walked through one of the walls in his office. “They were someone I cared about deeply. But as time went on, we grew further apart. I had always assumed that I did something to upset them, but I know now that it was the underlying tension between us that resulted in our falling out.” Rohan had stopped writing to listen to your story, a sign that you had his full attention.

“I want to know what’s plaguing your mind.” You said after a long pause, your voice wavering. “I want to know why you’ve been pushing me away like I’m not good enough for you!” Your fists clenched at your sides, and you could feel your heart pounding within your chest. You were getting closer and closer to admitting what you were afraid of the most.

“I’m not. I’ve just been busy.” A shrug. He shrugged off your emotions like it was nothing, even though you knew for a fact that he had something he wanted to tell you. “Plus it’s not like you’d understand anyways.” He paused and leaned forward, resting his head on his desk with a sigh. “Can spirits even feel emotion?”

What a stupid question. ‘Can spirits even feel emotion?’ It made you cringe. Had he truly not cared enough to listen to you?

“Fine. Be that way.” You sighed and vanished again, leaving him alone once again.

But he didn’t want to be alone.

He wanted to be with you.

“God damn it.” He swore and slammed his fist down onto his desk. “I can’t do anything right, can I?” It was a never ending battle between him and his conscience, and he always seemed to lose.

How do you lose to your feelings? Do they just consume you? Take over your body until there’s nothing left?

It hurt.

Why had you even appeared in the first place? All you were doing was causing him more paint than he was already in, so why continue to haunt him?! There simply was no sense in doing so, and he hated to think that you felt the same way as him.

Rohan Kishibe was a bachelor and a mangaka, not some fucking hopeless romantic. He was better than this, and he knew it, but you had such a hold on him that he couldn’t let you go now. It would be cruel of him.

He sat there, silent as he waited to feel your presence again. But it never came.

A sense of bitterness overwhelmed him, tears forming in his eyes as he smiled ruefully. His lip quivered and his breath hitched in his chest, the emotions he had been working so hard to keep hidden from you finally spilling over.

What kind of fool falls in love with a ghost anyways?

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[mazanarry]

OINGO🗣️‼️

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[starry-snippets]

part 4 jotaro + anxiety attack (tw: nightmares, implied ptsd, grief, chatacter death but no specifics)

thinking about sleeping with jotaro, wrapped in his arms until he tosses in his sleep. you feel the weight leave your sides and it stirs you awake yourself but what concerns you most is his heavy breathing and sweat rolling down his temples. he's gritting his teeth - his normally peaceful face while asleep replaced with nothing but stress.

you readjust yourself so you can hold his hand, your boyfriend immediately squeezing it as he grinds his molars. after a few moments of trying to stir him awake to only have your hand tightly held, you begin to feel pain seep in from how much force he's using.

"jotaro, please wake up." your voice is weak because of weariness, anxiety, and the pain from his grip and your inability to loosen it. "you're hurting me," his grip loosens there but his eyes remain closed. you use your other hand to gently cup his cheek, rubbing soothingly across his skin. "it's okay jotaro, I'm with you." he inhales, inable to speak despite wanting to reassure you he's fine.

his mind is running rapid with memories of battling dio - the lives lost and cruelties he had to bare witness. jotaro's chest feels impossibly tight, like he can't breath despite audibly gasping.

"honey," you say borderline panicked. remaining calm since you know he needs your help, you continue to stroke his cheek and take his hand again to rub circles on his palm. "breathe in and out. let's do it together?"

jotaro hates this feeling; the feeling of being unable to control himself. he's wanted to be strong for you since the first stand you fought together nearly killed you. but here he is now, unable to stop hyperventilating without you holding his hand and your soothing voice counting to twelve for him.

despite the voice telling him he's being weak, jotaro finds a growing peace in him to combat the overwhelming despair he felt from his dream. your kind voice giving him the strength to walk away from this ledge. you continue to rub circles into his palm while your other hand's still against his cheek, he takes a moment to relish in your touch while shakily stabilizing his breathing.

"I know that what we went through rivaled Hell," you say once he's opened his eyes, those beautiful azure eyes you fell in love with staring up at you, positive he's calmed down enough to take things in. "but no matter what I'm here for you. we didn't survive that emo reject together so you could fight through everything else alone." you lean down to kiss his nose, feeling the residue of his sweat on your forehead. you don't care at all as you're too worried about his well being.

"I love you so much jotaro. you're not alone. whatever you need, I'll try my hardest to provide." You kiss his nose again then say, "you mean everything to me jotaro." next you trial down to kiss his cheek, a bit startled when he pulls you into his chest with a hand on the back of your head.

silence consumes you both but it's not awkward. you hear his breath hitch every so often, making you think he didn't want you to see him cry. you don't blame him, feeling relieved that he's comfortable with you enough to let you aid him when grief overcomes him - even if it's just a little at a time. his voice is the shakiest you're ever heard it as he strokes the hair on your head, trying to calm his building sorrow for a second time.

"stay... please, I can't lose you too."

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[soluchi]

JOJOS REACTING TO YOUR DEATH (1/2)

SUMMARY: them reacting to your death but ur being a little whore

WORDS: 1.6k

WARNINGS: death, suicide (technically, the reader jus wants to die, part 7 spoilers, mostly platonic but can be read romantically

PARTS: 4-7

NOTES: none of this is in order i write as the ideas come 2 me (slay i sound so artistic), i havent written for some of these characters but it's not obvious cause all of it is actual dog shit, I DO NOT HATE GIORNO i just wrote his part first n thought everything else wld b kept shprt 🤡

josuke higashikata

appears calm cause you won't stop fucking joking around

  please assure him tht it's ok for him to cry

will try to heal you but you're like "hey. quit it >:("

jesus hes literally a mess

"you can cry, i know losing such a hot and sexy person wld hurt extremely." "*tearing up* hot and sexy mean the same thing"

"this must be payback for that time i told a 6 year old he looked like a chewed up lego." you laughed. before josuke even moved, you gripped his wrist and stared at him like a dead fish. "if you fucking pull out crazy diamond, i'm going to bring you with me."

he looked away from you in guilt. "you're too young to die." you scoffed and squinted at him. "dude, i'm literally older than you." when you flopped on him, he almost fell over. "yea, by a year." you punched him lightly, as that was all you could manage. "jesus christ man, i'm dying. are you seriously going to be mean to me while i'm fuckin bleeding out?!"

after a semi comfortable silence with you staring at josukes eyes and josuke trying to look you in the eyes. he couldn't do it, he couldn't bear to watch the color drain from your eyes. it'd hurt too much. "your eyes are pretty." you smiled at him.

"are you trying to be nice now so do can go to heaven?" you scowled at your friend. "can i not be nice?" he wasn't staring at you directly but you could see his deadpan expression. "not in practice." you sneered at him. "but i just was." he rolled his eyes and a tear fell out from his eye. "barely."

"...hey, josuke. you know you can cry right? i'm sure losing such a stunning and breath taking person would hurt immensely." there were tears dropping on your face before you could even finish talking. "stunning and breath taking means the same thing." you pushed him slightly as a response.

he holds you as if you would turn to dust right in front of his eyes, and because all that he's seen, you're pretty sure he expects that to happen. "do you think the afterlife will be fun?" he considers what he should say, hearing the tiniest bit of worry in your voice. "probably not, but you'll make it fun."

your dimples show as you smile up at him, pretending not to hear the crack in his voice because i'd make you sad. "i didn't know you thought so highly of me." an impossible amount of tears escape his eyes as his voice quivers as he feels you starting to go limp. "you know i love you, right?"

"no shit."

giorno giovanna

he litch rillee does not know how to react

and it's not really his fault cause you keep on acting like a fuckin goofy goober

like damn bitch shut up !!! anyways.

bro can barely talk like aw :( mm :(( anyways !

another mf tht tries to heal you when you literally just want to die like damn 😕

"hey, giorno." you called for him but watched the sky, laying on your back. "now that this... mess is all over, are we finally going to get to vandalize the boboli gardens?" the blonde slightly flinched at your laughter. "ah, shit!" you groaned, half because of the way your ribs felt. "do you think i'll have enough time to try every biscotto della nonna? maybe prank a tourist one last time?"

his hands are shaking but they still find their way to the left side of your waist. "you're fine, you're fine. i can help. you'll be fine." he notices that you've stopped talking but he still brings his stand out. "giorno."

the way you say his name with a tone he thinks hes never heard you use. you sound so sweet and tender at this moment, despite what's actually going on. this makes it all the more unfair because there's still so much of you that you haven't shown to the world, or even him. 

"remember to visit the boboli gardens for me."

jolyne cujoh

she won cry cause her momma didn't raise a little bitch !!! (lie)

when u hit her w tht "stay gold, ponyboy" type shit she starts fuckinf bawling

yall know tht monologue johnny from the outsiders does in the hospital

"17 years ain't long enough!!!"

she starts bawling

like, damn, bro !!! was tht really necessary !?!?

at least she wasn't making a big deal about this, you smiled at your friend. "just one time, before i.. go, you've got to promise me that you'll eat microwaved cereal at least once." you laugh at your choice of words, and jolyne laughs too, but it sounds a little forced. "you know you can cry right? it's just us and i'm literally dying. who's gonna tell?" jolyne exhales from her nose, slightly turning her head to the left, so she wouldn't have to stare at the blood on your lips.

when you finally found what you were looking for, you took jolyne's hand. "jolyne, you know how i've been joking around and wishing that someone would just kill me? i mean, i guess it's still true but..." you squeeze her hand, and she can't keep her eyes off of your hand. you felt so cold. 

"i can't believe im gonna die in a fucking prison!" you lament. "god, my mother was right." the blue bunned girl wants to say something when she sees you crying, but she doesn't know what. "it's not enough. i didn't get enough time! there are so many things i could've been doing if i wasn't rotting here!"

jolyne stares at the floor which you lay on, contemplating her next words. "hermes and i are planning to escape. somehow, i can get someone to help you and-" you nod your head until your eyes light up. she savors the moment and burns the image into her brain. hopefully, it'll help her cope with another friend dying to protect her.

"this," you put something cold in her hands, but it wasn't necessarily cold like your hands. when she opened her hands and glanced at it, she looked back to you with furrowed eyebrows. "this is your..."

you sat up, at least to the point where you were able to hug her. "take it with you. i feel like if you take my most prized possession, i'll still be alive. diamonds and rust probably won't work anymore, but at least i'll still be out of here." 

"i'm gonna miss you." you say after closing your eyes. "hey, you haven't died yet. quit being dramatic." you laughed softly while deciding to ignore the way her voice cracked. "i'll come back to haunt you so i can tell you what the afterlife is like."

you opened your eyes for a few seconds to see her smile. you always loved how her eyes crinkled when she smiled, even when she was crying. jolyne wiped her eyes and held your hand to her face. "bring back a souvenir."

"i already gave you my necklace, greedy."

johnny joestar

STOP IMAGINE IF U DIED RIGHT AFTER HE SENT FUNNY VALENTINE IN2 DANTES INFERNO

GOD THT WLD B SO FUNNY

"we was bout 2 make it out the hood bro what the fuck 😭😭😭"

you touched your chest when you saw the president sucked into the ground. when you made the contact, there was something liquid like on you. "oh." was the only thing you said when you raised your hand to your eyes. you must've been injured while the three of you were shooting at each other, you thought while staring at the crimson liquid.

johnny turned to you after hearing your reaction, to what he assumed was the death of funny valentine. you were eerily quiet for someone who jokes even in the worst situations. you took your attention away from your hand and on to johnny. when you opened your mouth, you coughed up blood while johnny watched you in dread. 

"johnny, you need to get to a doctor." the fact that you didn't say 'we' did not go over his head. "you..." you pursed your lips and looked to the ground. "this journey sure has been fun, huh?" you force out a laugh when you see him tearing up. "i told you already i knew i was going to die on the road. it's been fun being your friend."

"but we're so close, you- you can't-" you attempt a smile, but it only makes the situation worse. "you can finish for me, don't be a whore." the blood on your hand is drying and the texture makes you uncomfortable. "i'm so sorry." you finally look him in the eyes and you wish you didn't. "i truly hope you find happiness after this."

god, he really was a loud crier. or maybe it was the fact that he had no one else left. "i don't know if you're crying cause i'm going to hell or because i'm dying right now." after yelling a string of curses, he crawls over to you. you warned him about doing this because of his wounds. "fuck! you can't just... can't you use heart shaped box?" you shook your head. "if i could, i still wouldn't." he wanted to hug you but he was afraid that you'd be cold. he wasn't sure he'd be able to go on after this. 

"i'll kill the devil for you after i die. maybe i'll beat up god too." he couldn't even glare when you made that dumb joke. "are you seriously going to go out without having a single moment where you weren't joking around?" you grinned at him and closed your eyes.

"yup."

yall have no idea how many times ive reposted this shit trying to get it into tags 😭

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