#lemonlimelimbo fanfic

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𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

together for a day | a jjba oneshot

note: i wrote this a while ago never intending to post it, but well, here we are, and i need content. i plan to redo this idea later but ah well

pairing: speedwagon x reader

warnings: mentions of a boyfriend or partner

word count: 604

genre: minor angst, but mostly fluff

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The snow crunches under your boots, footprints left behind with each step you take. You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around you and watching your breath melt the snow flurries that drift through the air. The sidewalk is entirely white, along with the ground around it, the grass that used to be there no longer visible. 

A bench catches your eye. Children yell and play in the snow in the center of the park, building snowmen and having the times of their lives. Their parents pay them no mind, chatting with each other while they avoid their kids. 

Just like everything else, the bench is covered in snow. You brush a gloved hand along the surface, sweeping away the mountain of powdery snow that rests upon it. The chill runs through your body, starting in your hands as the snow melts through your gloves. When you finish, you sit down, your long coat protecting you from the freezing cold seat.

Your phone dings in your pocket, prompting you to pull your glove off to see the message. Just a spam email. 

You texted him before you left the house, making sure he was still planning to show. He never responded. Against your better judgment, you left anyway, leaving you sitting by yourself on this park bench, watching the happy couples walk past you, hand in hand, laughing and smiling and having fun. You can't help but feel jealous of their happiness, of their time spent with ones who truly love them.

Nevertheless, you stay, a shred of hope in your soul that you’re wrong. 

A man walks towards the bench, the only person you’ve seen by themself, aside from you. His hat is speckled white with snow, catching it as he walks through the park, and his black coat is no different. In fact, most every part of him is covered in snow, save for his long blond hair, resting neatly down his back. A large scar runs down his cheek, breaking up his face with a long pink line.

He sits on the other side of the bench, a comfortable distance away from you, leg crossed over the other. Silence follows. You look at him, then away, and back a few more times, trying to decide if you should say something. 

“Are you waiting for someone?” he says, before you get the chance to say anything.

“Sorry?”

He turns to look at you. “Forgive me for saying so, but this is an odd place to come alone, unless you don’t plan to be alone very long.” His statement should have hurt your feelings, but he’s right. It is an odd place to be alone, especially on a day like this.

You sigh. “Yeah, I am waiting for someone… Or, I was. I don’t think he’s coming.”

He shakes his head. “Any person that would give up someone as lovely as you is a fool in my book.” You laugh, shaking your head. He holds a hand out to you. “The name’s Speedwagon.”

You shake his hand. “Right. Are you waiting for someone, then?”

“No, those days are long gone for me. I simply came to enjoy the snow. I hardly make a habit of going on dates anymore.” He takes his hat off as he stands up, dusting himself off and brushing stray hair out of his face. “However, I might make an exception for you, my dear. Care to join me?” he says, offering you his arm to help you up. 

“I’d love to. It would be nice to not be so alone, just for a moment,” you sigh, taking his arm.

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𝖏𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖏𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

new dawn fades | a jjba oneshot

note: uhm. sorry in advance. this hurt me LMFAO anyway johnny is my favorite little sad boy <3

pairing: johnny x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking until blackout, mutual depression?

word count: 494

genre: angst

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After a long day of work, your first priority is to get home. Today is no different, but you can feel in your gut something isn’t right. Something tells you that you’ll arrive home to find Johnny passed out in his seat at the kitchen table, practically right where you left him the night before.

You pull into your driveway and sit for a moment, Joy Division humming through the radio and filling the empty spaces between your thoughts. Should you even go in? It won’t be a pretty sight. And you know it’ll just end in tears for the both of you, like it always does. Just you, actually. You’re not sure if Johnny can even cry. Not anymore.

Maybe you’re wrong. There’s a chance, but that gets slimmer by the day. You shut the car off and press your forehead against the steering wheel before going in. Keys jingling, you walk into the house. It’s frigid inside, producing goosebumps along your skin as you move into view of the kitchen. A part of you hates always being right. The other part of you outweighs it, making you pull up your chair next to the cold body at the table.

The same routine, every time. His pulse is loud, which calms you. The two bottles next to him do too, evidence of a remnant of self control. A hand on his shoulder is next, and he picks his head up with a start. “Oh, god…” he mumbles. “I was gonna wake up before you got home.”

“I know, Johnny. That’s always your plan,” you say, with a gentle tone. Even though your words are everything but.

He meets your gaze, but can’t manage to hold it, playing with his fingers on the tabletop instead. “I’m… sorry… I don’t want to keep putting you through this.”

You take one of his hands. “I know, Johnny,” you repeat. “It’s not your fault.” Your eyes well up before you can finish. He sighs shakily. He wants to say it, the same words he says every day, but he can’t bring himself to say them today. So you say them for him. “‘Yeah, it is.’ You can’t control it, Johnny.”

His head hits your chest as he pulls you into a hug. Your eyes can’t hold any more, releasing the tears down your face while you push his head to you, clutching him like he’ll disappear if you let go. “I really am sorry.” His voice is muffled by your shirt.

“I know. I want to tell you that it’ll get better. I want to tell you tomorrow won’t hurt like today. But you know better than anyone that it isn’t true,” you say, your words catching in your throat before releasing with a choked sob.

You hold him for what feels like forever and a fleeting moment at the same time, before making microwaved dinners and going to bed, ready to do it all again tomorrow.

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𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖔 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

a gangster’s wife | a jjba oneshot

note: i keep seeing this audio on tt and i couldn’t resist using it for my favorite gangster <3 also this was interesting because i usually never write abbacchio in a more dominant role in the relationship if that makes sense. ALSO hope u enjoy bestie, this one’s for u >:)

pairing: abbacchio x reader

warnings: slight angst?, mentions of blood and gangs, gang violence, life threatening work, idk man

word count: 722

genre: songfic, minor angst

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With a heavy sigh, you set your phone down, hearing it clatter against the tabletop. The number is already dialed, except the last number. You hold a frame in your hand, a creased picture set inside. Abbacchio watches you from the photo, his dark eyes watching each part of you tear the other apart as you pick the phone up again. Putting in the last number, you call again. Sixth time’s a charm? It rings once. You grip the frame tighter, almost shattering the glass inside as you pray you don't hear his voicemail again. Twice. Three times. You bite your lip, crossing your other arm under your chest as you anticipate the fourth ring. 

It doesn't come, instead replaced by silence for a split second. "Hello?" you say, standing up out of your chair and pacing around the kitchen.

"This will have to be quick, I don't have much time. Is everything okay?" he says, his voice low.

You breathe a sigh of relief. "I just needed to hear your voice. I worry about you. I hate when you have to leave home like this."

He stays quiet for a few moments. "You made the choice to marry a gangster… I didn't want this life for you, but I can't change it," he says. 

"I did it because I love you. But I wish that I didn't have to worry about whether you're going to make it home every night."

There's the sound of a gunshot on the other side of the phone. "Listen, I gotta go. See you when I can."

Your eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill over at the slightest provocation. "Okay. See you. I love you," you say, but he hangs up before you can finish.

The phone hits the floor, and you don't pick it up. Collapsing into your chair, you rest your forehead in your hands. You don't know what you expected, but at least he's alive. That's more than you could have asked for. 

You wait around for him all night, waiting for him to come home and hold you again. The hours tick by, each one feeling slower than the last. You spin the ring he bought with someone else’s money around your finger, becoming paranoid that you’ll never see him again. Tears fall from your eyes, splattering onto the tabletop below you. 

The hand on the doorknob a while later startles you, whipping your head around to see him. The door swings open towards you as he walks in. His shirt is dark with blood, but you don’t even register it anymore. You signed up for that. He sighs and pulls up his chair next to you at the table. “I’m scared, Leone,” you say softly. “I don’t think you see how this hurts me. I love you, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. I hate having to leave you, but I don’t have a choice,” he says, looking into your eyes. He pulls you out of your chair and into his, your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

You’re sure there will be blood stains on your shirt later, soaking from his shirt to yours, but you melt into his touch anyway, just glad you got him back tonight, even if he’ll be ripped away again soon. “Can you do something for me?” You look up at him, meeting his eyes again.

“Anything.”

Your voice trembles slightly as you say, “Leone, let me know I’m your only one. The only man that I need in this gangster world is you, and I worry that you’ll forget me when you leave.”

“You’re the only one for me. Even when I’m out there, you’re the only one I think about. Nothing matters to me but getting out of there alive to come back home to you. I work hard knowing that you’re still by my side. You’re the only person I’ll ever love.” His voice is quiet, as if he can’t bring himself to tell himself the truth, let alone you. His phone rings, and he looks at you apologetically. “I have to-”

“I know.” You smile. “I’ll always be here. Waiting for you to come back. I love you,” you say, watching him go out the door again.

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𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖋 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙

a haunted halloween | a jjba oneshot

note: this is for my best friend! hope u enjoy it bestie POLNAREFF IS SO CUTE

pairing: polnareff x reader

warnings: um mentions of blood, spooky sorta theme, idk

word count: 813

genre: fluff!

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If someone had told you a few weeks ago that Polnareff was going to take you on a date to a haunted house, especially the scariest haunted house in a ten mile radius, you never would have believed it. In fact, even though you and Polnareff are standing next to each other waiting in line, you’re still not sure you can believe it. 

“What are the waivers for?” you say, craning your neck around to see the papers being passed between employees and customers.

Polnareff laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders casually. “To let the actors touch you when they try to scare you,” he says.

Your brows furrow. “That sounds… scary.”

He kisses your forehead. “Do not worry! I will protect you.”

You smile. “Of course you will.”

The line continues to move forward, groups of people clutching to each other as they enter the main event. Screams echo into the night about fifty feet from where you and Polnareff stand; at the ticket counter. 

Polnareff hands the employee with smeared clown face paint two tickets from his pocket. “I bought them in advance, so we could make sure to go,” he says with a smug look on his face.

You just laugh. He always seems to plan ahead. When the waivers are signed, you get ushered along the path toward the big building with flashing lights coming from inside. Polnareff’s steps are even and calculated as he wraps his hand around yours, his palm only slightly sweaty, unlike yours, which is much sweatier, evidence of your nervousness for this date. 

“What did I tell you? Do not worry. I will protect you from them!” Polnareff cheers. “If they want to scare you, they will have to go through me first!”

You laugh and punch him gently on the shoulder. “I’ll hold you to that.”

When you pass the two pillars at the front, you enter the building, the creaky floors and mostly fake cobwebs getting caught on your clothes marking your entrance. You can’t bring yourself to turn towards Polnareff, barely able to will your shaky footsteps forward into the barely-lit hallway. 

“Your hand is very cold, my dear,” Polnareff says, his voice trembling slightly.

You turn your head slowly to face him, your eyes wide. “That’s… that’s not my hand…”

Polnareff turns around to see the ghoul breathing down the back of his neck, his face going white as the actor smiles creepily, revealing blood dripping down their teeth. He screams, shutting his eyes tightly and tightening his hold on your hand. You lead him away from the actor, who follows quietly behind the two of you.

He’s still white as a sheet when you look at him next, attempting to lead him away from the other actors to prevent him from having a heart attack. The floorboards creak when you step on them, and he screams again. “That was me…” you mumble with a soft laugh. 

Fake blood drips from the ceiling as you enter a new room. Terrified, Polnareff looks up, and you do the same. A mannequin is strapped to the ceiling, its hand dangling, able to graze the tops of both of your heads. He whimpers softly as you urge him to move on, pulling him through the room.

You’re too slow, however, and the mannequin smiles, more blood coming from its mouth. “I-it’s a… real person!” he stammers, frozen in place.

“Oh my god! Come on, let’s get out of here!” you shout to him, leading him away. He continues to scream as you rush through each room as fast as you can. The floorboards creak again and you look back to Polnareff, trembling as he clutches your arm. His eyes squeeze shut again and you continue to move past.

More actors jump out at you and grab your shoulders than you ever would have guessed, but even still, you power through. By the last hallway, you’re both screaming and running as fast as you can to get out. 

The cold October air hits the both of you and you slow down, putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. “Oh my god…” Polnareff whispers hoarsely, also trying to catch his breath. “That was…”

“Terrifying? Absolutely,” you laugh. 

He laughs too. “Sorry for… being a coward.”

You shrug, taking his hand again. “Who cares? We still had fun, didn’t we?”

“I suppose you are right,” he says.

Leading him out of the area, you head towards the parking lot. “And, as a reward for you making it through…” His face brightens. “Let’s go get ice cream. I’ll pay,” you say with a smile.

“Perhaps it was worth it then! But only if I can get cookies and cream.”

“Of course you can! You deserve it, Polnareff.” You press a kiss to his lips and laugh at the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

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𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖚𝖌𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖍𝖎𝖐𝖔 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

butterflies | a tbhk oneshot

note: this is for my best friend! hope u enjoy it, sorry it's so short :/

pairing: natsuhiko x reader

warnings: none!

word count: 655

genre: fluff!

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The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. You sigh and walk into the crowded hallway, with the other students both from your class and others bumping into you as you walk to your locker. You stand at your locker for a moment, not yet opening it, standing on your tiptoes and looking around, and even peeking back into the hallway to try to see Natsuhiko. 

It’s no secret that you like him, and the fact that it quickly became your routine to search for him every day after school isn’t a secret either. A few friends of yours with lockers close by always manage to see you looking for him, but today, they didn’t say anything, instead giggling amongst themselves. Maybe they saw him coming down the hallway? 

In an attempt to look less suspicious, now convinced he could see you somehow, you focus your hands on the lock of your locker, but something catches your eye before you can finish. In fact, you aren’t sure how you didn’t see it before, but you can easily see it now. A piece of pink paper adorned with a pink heart trim around it is folded in half and taped to your locker, with your name on the front of it.

No mistaking it, this is meant for you. You peel the note off the metal and unfold it to read the contents. “Meet me at the big tree out front at 3:30,” the note reads. It’s not signed, but the handwriting looks familiar… There’s no way it could be him… right?

Uh oh… Maybe that’s why your friends were giggling. Maybe they know who it is. You consider asking them, but a glance at the clock behind you tells you that you’ve got five minutes to get to the tree before your mysterious note-writer, so instead, you quickly change your shoes and leave as quickly as possible, weaving through the other students, squeezing your way out of the school and into the yard outside. You make a beeline for the tree the note spoke of, but no one is there. 

You stand nervously by the tree, watching all the others leave through the big gates and going home for the weekend, while you fidget with the strap of your backpack, waiting very impatiently. You can’t help but wonder what time it is now, hoping the other person didn’t forget about the note they left. Deep down, you hope the person doesn’t show up, though, because the thought of having to decline someone else while your true love roams free breaks your heart. Why couldn’t it have just been Natsuhiko who wrote the note?

A voice behind you startles you out of your thoughts. “Hey, I was hoping you’d show,” the voice says.

You whip your head around, only to see Natsuhiko stepping next to you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You wrote the note?” you ask, incredulously. 

He nods with a soft laugh, running a hand through his red hair. “Yeah, the note was from me. I was just wondering… if you’re busy tonight?” You don’t meet his eyes, instead glancing at everything from the people walking by to the butterfly flittering above the grass.

You stare at the butterfly, simply dumbfounded by his question. Are you free tonight? Why on earth would he ask you that? “Yes, I’m free… Why do you ask?” you say. Surely, this must be some kind of joke.

“I was wondering if you’d wanna go to karaoke with me.”

Turning to face him, you respond. “Just the two of us…?”

“Why not?” He tilts his head at you.

“Is this like a…”

He laughs. “A date? Yeah, it is. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now, but I’ve never been sure if you were even interested.”

Your eyes widen slightly, a fluttering feeling all throughout your stomach. “I would really enjoy that.”

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 16 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖏𝖔𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖆

chamomile | a jjba oneshot

note: <3 josuke is adorbs oh my gosh and this prompt is so sweet i love fluffy stuff like this edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: josuke x gn! reader

warnings: none!

word count: 457

genre: fluff

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

You sigh, shifting your blanket over you on the couch, careful to keep your mug of decaf tea steady. It’s been hours since you and Josuke went to bed, and yet, here you are, still awake. The floorboards creak down the hallway, startling you into whipping your head around to see what it is.

A very tired-looking Josuke comes down the hall, rubbing his eyes softly. “What’re you doing out here? It’s late, y’know,” he says groggily.

“Yeah… I know. Can’t sleep.” You scoot over a little to let Josuke sit next to you on the couch cross-legged with his hands folded neatly in his lap. “I didn’t want to keep you awake.”

He frowns. “You could’ve stayed with me.”

“What are you doing out here? You were sleeping when I left,” you say, ignoring his previous statement, and taking a sip of your tea, offering the mug to Josuke, who takes it from your hands with the clumsy gentleness of a large primate. He doesn’t respond for a moment, savoring the warm cup in his hands when he raises it to his lips. Trying his best not to make a face, he passes it back to you without so much as another glance at it.

“Empty bed,” he says with a shrug. “I can’t sleep if you’re not there.”

You laugh softly. No wonder he always comes out here to find you when you’re having another bout of insomnia, always staying with you until you either fall asleep or agree to try again. Scrunching your feet closer to you on the couch, you say, “I wish you wouldn’t. You should sleep, Josuke.”

He hums. “Maybe I should, but I don’t wanna leave you out here by yourself. If you don’t mind the company, that is.”

“Not at all. When I’m done with my tea, I’ll go back and try again, okay?” You smile, seeing he’s migrated his way over to right next to you, so you let him under your blanket, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I didn’t-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you did it on purpose,” he says, pulling up the shoulder of your shirt, an old one of his that he so graciously gave you when you asked him to. You told him it was just because you liked it, but it was really because it always smells nice, like him, no matter how many times you wash it. “I wouldn’t have come out here if I didn’t want to y’know.”

Taking another sip of tea, you say, “Yeah, I know… You’re sweet.”

Josuke laughs, a soft rumble in his chest that you can feel through your whole body. “Maybe so,” he says.

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𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

lavender | a tbhk one-shot

note: ok so i saw a thingy that said that lavender is a natural spider repellent and i thought 'omg what if i used that for tsuchigomori?' so i did lol. first fic i've ever finished, and in less than two days no less!

pairing: tsuchigomori x feminine! reader

warnings: implied adult x minor relationship

word count: 595

genre: omg fluff

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The library is the best place to study after school. It's usually pretty quiet, and not to mention Mr. Tsuchigomori is insanely hot. And the latter is probably my favorite part. He and I have been secretly dating for quite a while now, and I can still remember the look on my face when he showed me his Boundary. The extra hands he has in his supernatural form didn't make me uneasy, in fact, instead it made me like him more.

Today, I'm sitting at a table next to the textbooks and references so I can work on my stupid project for English class. The library is empty, save for me. When I get up again to grab another book, Mr. Tsuchigomori sneaks up behind me, placing his chin on the top of my head and his hands on my shoulders, peeking at what I've got in my hands. His glasses chains dangle just above me, softly tapping my hair as he scans the book.

"Hi," I say.

He hums in acknowledgement from above me as he inhales to smell my hair —something that would be incredibly creepy if we weren't together— and all of a sudden, he steps away from me, putting around six feet between us.

"What is that?" he says, folding his arms in front of him.

I tilt my head. "H-huh? What is what?"

Making a face of disgust —one that does not suit his cute face—, he steps back even further. "That smell... you reek," he says.

Taken aback, I blink a few times, not really sure what to say. Did I have gym today or something? Did I put on deodorant this morning? Oh, god. Nothing like your insanely hot teacher-and-boyfriend telling you that you stink. "Something you're wearing?" he suggests, inhaling once more and making the face again. "Like maybe laundry detergent? You don't usually smell like... that."

I smell my clothes, too surprised to really be embarrassed about it, when I figure it out. Oh. A quick giggle escapes me and I'm careful to hold the rest back. "I bought a new perfume yesterday... Is that it?" I ask innocently.

"What's in it? Good lord, it's awful," he says.

"Mm, I think it was called something like lavender-"

"I hate lavender," he interrupts.

Tilting my head again, I blink at him. "Oh, right! Isn't lavender like a spider repellent or something?"

"...yes," he pouts, earning another giggle out of me.

"Does this mean you don't like it?" He shoots me a look that tells me the answer. "Okay, okay, I won't wear it anymore. I'll give it to my sister or something."

He doesn't say anything, so I add, "But I guess now I know how to get rid of you for a day."

If he wasn't so far away from me, I'd poke him or something. But he doesn't look amused, so I quickly amend my statement. "Kidding..." I awkwardly put my hands behind my back, and take a few small steps towards him. "Does this mean we don't get to see each other today?"

Arms still folded, he looks away, as if avoiding my face entirely. With a sigh, he says, "I guess not. But don't wear it again."

I laugh again. "I won't, I promise." I walk up to him and straighten his lab coat, gently brushing off his shoulders. He clears his throat awkwardly — perhaps in an attempt to hide the red in his cheeks, a sight even I don't get to enjoy often—and says, "I'll be at the table." And with that, he walks away, presumably to sit at the table I was sitting at, leaving me with my book and my own guilt at repelling my own spider boyfriend. Oops.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 30 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖏𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔 𝖐𝖚𝖏𝖔 (𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 4 𝖔𝖗 6)

smoker's breath | a jjba oneshot

note: yeah ok i definitely had him in mind when writing that prompt and i was so hoping someone would ask for him <3 I ALSO ACCIDENTALLY MISREAD MY OWN PROMPT SO IT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT I'M SORRY edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: adult! jotaro x gn! reader

warnings: smoking cigarettes (obviously), mildly suggestive?, sorta dub-con kissing ig, shotgunning smoke, smokers are so hot but lung disease isn't </3

word count: 453

genre: fluff (as always)

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

You cross your arms over your chest, rubbing your biceps up and down, staring down at your bare feet on the concrete in front of you. “Cold?” Jotaro says from beside you on the porch.

“Not really.” You shake your head.

“Go inside. You’ll get sick.” He taps his hand on his leg, shaking ashes from his cigarette into the flower bed.

Wriggling yourself closer to him, you wrap the side of his jacket around yourself, leaning up against his chest, the smell of smoke filling your nose as you breathe him in. “Keep me warm then.”

Jotaro laughs softly, placing his arm around your shoulders. You shiver against him, pushing yourself further into his grasp, and he takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, but a gust of wind blows it all back into your face. “Sorry,” he says, waving his hand in front of you as you cough.

“I don’t mind. I like it.” You look up at him, at his stern and stoic expression, hardened after years of work and stress of all kinds. The scars on his face seem to shimmer even in the shadows of his hat, painting silver stripes over his face like vines in the moonlight. He puts the cigarette back to his lips, but you reach for it, climbing over him in an attempt to steal it for yourself as he pulls it away from you. “Please?” you beg, now sitting in his lap, your legs on either side of his.

He shakes his head at you, swatting your hands away with his free hand. “Get your own.”

A pout is your response. “New ones taste funny. And I only want one smoke anyway,” you say. You place a hand on his thigh in an effort to convince him, sliding it up and down his pajama pants.

“Then here. Ready?” he says, taking another drag of his cigarette.

You nod, and with no warning, he kisses you, mouthful of smoke and all. He pushes the smoke down your throat, and it takes everything you’ve got to not cough into Jotaro’s mouth. Instead though, you kiss back, not even caring about whether the neighbors see you making out with your husband on your own front porch. Trying to pull him closer to you, you wrap your arms around his neck. He forces more air into your mouth, and a tear slips down your cheek as you struggle to breathe, causing Jotaro to pull away.

You cough out smoke, and he says, “Too much?”

He laughs when you shake your head. “Tastes better from your mouth,” you say. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he says, tapping more ashes from the end of his cigarette.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 27 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖐𝖚𝖞𝖆𝖘𝖚 𝖓𝖎𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖆

seven minutes in heaven | a jjba oneshot

note: ending is a little rushed, sorry! i'm a little behind lmao edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: okuyasu x gn! reader

warnings: party with josuke and co., awkward kissing

word count: 612

genre: fluff (kinda first love themed idk)

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

“Oi, we should play a different game or something,” Okuyasu complains, tossing down his cards in defeat. Yet another bad hand and yet another game lost.

Yukako hums. “Then let’s play ‘seven minutes in heaven.' That’s infinitely more fun than this…”

The air of hesitation hangs heavy over all of you. “I guess… but only a few rounds,” Josuke says, holding his hand out to Yukako.

“Deal,” she says, shaking his hand and snatching your empty root beer bottle from your hands, giving it the momentum to make its rounds. The bottle spins around the circle of your friends once, twice, three times before skidding to a stop directly in front of you. Cheers erupt from the group as you scrunch lower to the floor in embarrassment. Glass sliding along carpet is the only sound in the room as the bottle is spun again. When the bottle stops again, it's between Josuke and Okuyasu, but from the corner of your eye, you catch Josuke quickly tipping the bottle slightly to the other side when Okuyasu’s attention is drawn in the other direction by Koichi, leading Yukako to squeal.

Josuke points at the bottle, smacking Okuyasu on the arm to get his attention. "W-wait, me?" Okuyasu starts, but before he can even finish his sentence, the two of you are shoved towards the closet in Yukako’s bedroom.

"Have fun!" Yukako says before slamming the door shut, leaving you and Okuyasu inches apart, the sounds of your breathing echoing through the small space. “But not too much fun…” she mutters as she leaves the room entirely.

Okuyasu's eyes are wide, face tinted a soft pink. "So…" He fidgets with the sleeve of one of the shirts hanging up just above both of your heads, doing anything to escape your gaze.

There’s a moment of silence, so you clear your throat. “Won’t you look at me?” you say, grabbing his hand and sandwiching it between your own. His breath is warm and gentle against your forehead as you look up at him. He doesn’t respond, not quite sure if he could get the words out before his desire got the better of him. Instead he swallows hard and his eyes finally meet yours, pupils blown out and almost completely covering the rest of his dark eyes. You run your fingers over his knuckles, causing him to sigh softly.

“O-okay…” he finally says, though your statement feels like it was said a century ago. A soft smile graces your lips as he reaches his hand towards you, his movement shaky and uncertain before resting on your cheekbone. Your hand rests on his wrist. “Can I…” he trails off before even getting his thoughts out.

You tilt your head. “What’s up?” you say, hoping Okuyasu didn’t hear the hitch of your breath or see the color on your face.

He waits a painstakingly long time before saying anything else. “Can I kiss you?” His eye contact is unwavering, staring deep into your eyes as if he could read something in them.

“God… please do…” you murmur, before leaning up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leans down and closes the gap, your lips connecting in a clumsy kiss, full of teeth and awkward tilting, but the sheer emotion behind it makes it one of the most romantic gestures you’ve experienced, amplified by the gaps of moonlight coming through the slats of Yukako’s closet door.

Footsteps outside the bedroom force you apart, each of you wiping your faces off to pretend it didn’t happen. When Josuke throws open the door, he glances between the two of you, back and forth, and laughs at your embarrassed faces.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 25 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖗𝖔𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖊

matching outfits | a jjba oneshot

note: i <3 rohan so much tysm anon. this is so self-indulgent i'm so sorry edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: rohan x gn! reader

warnings: idk mentions of reader's mom? rohan hates the matching but he loves you so he does it anyway.

word count: 569

genre: fluff with a tolerant rohan <3

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

“What’s this?” Rohan says, pulling the wrapping paper off the box in his hands.

“It’s a gift. For our pictures today,” you say. He opens the box and stares at the contents for a long time.

He frowns, pulling out a crop top strangely reminiscent of the one you have on, glancing back and forth between you and the box. “You’re wearing this,” he says, stating the obvious.

Nodding excitedly, you say, “Pull the rest of it out!” He does, taking out the other pieces of the outfit. “I thought we could match tonight. Since we’re going out anyway, you know, I sorta wanted to take pictures. My mom’s been hounding me for weeks about getting nice pictures of us.”

Rohan doesn’t say anything for a moment, something akin to a grimace over his face. Your smile falls, as it’s obvious he’s not the most excited for this. “Well, we don’t have to-”

“I think that’s a great idea,” he interrupts. “I’ll get changed and we can go now.” Not waiting for a response from you, he goes to his bedroom, coming out in a few minutes.

Grinning, you grab your car keys, deciding to drive the both of you to the mall. “I’ll drive. That way you can’t ditch me,” you giggle.

He laughs. “You know I wouldn't dare,” he says.

You grab his hand and place it on the gearshift, your hand resting on top. “I know. We’ll go straight home after.”

Pulling into a parking space was more hassle than it should’ve been, with only about three open parking spaces per row. Rohan opens your car door for you, ignoring your protests, and you walk up to the entrance to the mall, your hand slipped inside his. The automatic doors swing open, allowing you to walk inside, moving around hoards of people just to get through the entrance.

You drag Rohan around in and out of each store, but once you catch sight of the photo booth in the center of the rest area, you can’t make him walk fast enough to get you there. “Come on!” you whine at him, spinning around to face him.

With a tilt of his head, he says, “Aren’t we a little old for a photo booth?”

“Don’t say that!” Yanking him into the booth, you push him onto the bench. “These are gonna end up much cuter than professional ones,” you say. He simply sighs as you ready the camera. “Say cheese, Rohan!”

Smushing his face into yours, the pictures are taken automatically, giving you a few seconds to pose each time. “Get our outfits in this one, won’t you?” he says, standing up a little so the camera can see more of his body. “This picture is for me.”

You stand up too, posing with him to make the picture more flattering. The long strip of pictures is printed, and Rohan snatches it out of the machine, holding it out of your reach. You reach for it a few times, but he just holds it higher above your head. “You can’t have any evidence of me wearing this with you. These are mine now,” he says, placing the pictures into his wallet.

Stepping out of the photo booth, you roll your eyes playfully. “That just means we’ll have to do this again.”

Rohan pulls his wallet back out and hands you the strip of pictures with a grin.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 22 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆

accademia gallery | a jjba oneshot

note: ABSOLUTELY OH MY GOD THIS IS PERFECT actual art tysm anon. and the statue of david is in italy so edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: mista x gn! reader

warnings: suggestive (dick joke), mista picks you up (he's fucking buff so dw ab it <3)

word count: 598

genre: fluff ig?

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

Shoes clicking against the tile floors, you round the corner, turning down yet another pathway, dragging Mista behind you. “Jeez, how big is this place?” he complains.

You laugh. “I think this is the last hallway.”

He sighs and lets go of your hand, starting to walk back the way you came. “I gotta pee. I’ll be back. Don't go too far,” he says, adjusting his hat.

"Okay, I won't," you say, Mista going off on his own. Going down the new path, there’s paintings and sculptures lined up on both walls, each art piece demanding your equal attention. Paintings of landscapes and women in distress fill most of the wall space, but the sculptures are equally as impressive, capturing languid motions and dynamic poses.

At the end of the hallway, it branches off to lead back to another area you've already seen, so you go into what looks like a big showroom. Inside the showroom, stands a huge and magnificent statue, one you've only ever seen in pictures.

Your attention is diverted to the pedestal beside the velvet ropes surrounding it, divulging details about Michelangelo and the statue itself. It's easy to gently wrap your hands around the velvet ropes and lose yourself staring at it, the misleadingly soft appearance of the marble contouring each curve of the statue's body.

Mista, now on his way back to you, runs into a security guard. “We lock up in ten minutes,” the guard says.

“A’right. We’ll get outta here by then,” Mista says, heading in the direction you went off in the first place. “Just gotta find ‘em.”

He jogs down the hallway, not bothering to glance at any of the art on the way. When he finally spots you, you stand motionless in front of the crowning glory of the museum, the statue of David, sans his Goliath. “What’s up?” he says, coming up beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Never once tearing your eyes from it, you say, “It’s Michelangelo’s David.”

A soft scoff escapes Mista’s mouth. “I know that. I meant, why’re you starin’ at it so hard? ‘S just a statue, isn’t it?”

“Maybe so. But I think it’s pretty, don’t you?” you say, leaning into his touch.

He shrugs, taking his arm off you and grabbing your hand. “A hunk of marble really ain’t that interesting to me. Museum’s gonna close in five minutes, so we gotta get goin’.” Attempting to drag you away from the room is impossible for Mista, although if he really tried he probably could have. “Jeez, c’mon!” he groans.

You pull your hand away from his. “I’m not done. I won’t be much longer, promise.” Returning your arms back to the velvet ropes, you continue your gaze at the statue.

With a roll of his eyes, he comes back to your side. “Mine’s bigger, and the faster we get goin’ and go home, the faster you can see it,” he says with a wink and a gesture to the statue. Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s talking about, and your lack of composure for the split second is just enough for Mista to pick you up and haul you over his shoulder.

“Hey!” you say, and smack his back, but there’s no power in it at all. “I wasn’t done!”

He laughs, the rumble echoing through your body. “We can come back some other time. They’re gonna lock up anyway.”

You respond with a grumble and scowl, but you eventually give in, letting Mista carry you out of the museum and to the car.

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𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖟𝖔ë 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

a soldier's wishes (part 1) | an aot fanfic

note: i'm watching aot and i'm in l o v e with hange so this is for me. also this was only supposed to be like, 500 words but uhhh

pairing: hange x reader

warnings: war-time setting, mentions of blood and gore (set in a medic tent), they/them pronouns for hange, kinda sad, mildly suggestive humor

word count: 1635

genre: military romance, hurt/comfort

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You’re no stranger to the sound of your tent opening, and neither are your companions, each busied and hunched over a soldier of their own, their legs trembling on the short stools as their nimble fingers suture up an incision, or take out hunks of metal from a wound, or replace wet rags on foreheads. 

You, however, are the only one who turns to face the door, swiveling around on your stool to see who enters. It’s a very weary-looking section commander Hange, supported by two equally weary-looking soldiers that you don’t recognize. One of them stumbles entering the tent, so you rush to go help. “Please…” one of the men says as you pick up his side of Hange’s weight. “You gotta help them…” 

“I’ll do what I can,” you say, helping the other carry Hange over to an empty cot. He lays them down, and it’s hard to miss the wince of pain that contorts their face as they lie on their back with their knees up.

The two soldiers leave, likely returning to camp to rest, leaving you with Hange. Their face is covered in dirt and sweat, mostly the latter, but more importantly, the wound on their stomach, covered by one of their hands, spurts blood over the white cot within a few seconds, instantly painting it red as it seeps into the sheet. You take your seat beside them, and they laugh breathlessly as they look down to where their hand covers their wound. But they don’t laugh for long, throwing their head back to groan in pain, eyes squeezed shut. 

“I know,” you say, pulling off their dirt-stained glasses and setting them on the table. “How deep is it?”

They laugh again, this time looking directly at you, squinting slightly. “As deep as you’d like it to be, sweetheart.”

You frown, not responding to their attempt at flirting, especially during a time when someone else’s life is in your hands. Instead, you grab their wrist and pull their hand away from their stomach, revealing the bloody mess surrounded by a ripped uniform and more blood. Their eyes squeeze shut again as the air hits the wound again. 

“Can you take your shirt off on your own, or do you need help?” you ask, your hands instinctively reaching for the buttons.

“I’m not one to turn down help from someone as pretty as you,” they say with a soft grin.

You swiftly undo the buttons, letting Hange sit up so you can yank the sleeves off. “How are you in a position to flirt right now?” Wadding up the shirt, you set it on the floor next to you while they lay back down, now just in an undershirt that they pulled up to expose the wound entirely. 

“I’m always in a position for anything,” they say, casting you a sideways glance. You bite your lip in an effort to stifle a laugh. 

“Quit that, I have to focus,” you say through a smile.

They laugh, loud and rapturous in the small space of the tent. You shake your head softly at them, reaching to the side for a bowl of clean water and a washrag. Squeezing out the excess water, you press the rag to the wound. Hange takes a shuddering breath. “Didn’t tell me it was gonna be so- cold…” they breathe.

“Sorry. The water’s been sitting-”

They cut you off with a harsh grip on your wrist and a sharp inhale. “That hurts…”

“I have to clean it before we can wrap it. I’ll be more gentle,” you promise. The bleeding doesn’t ever seem to end, and just when you think you’ve got it cleaned enough to wrap, more oozes out. Their breathing is ragged and their face is getting paler by the second, the loss of blood evidently getting to them. “Can I get you to take off your undershirt? I’ll help you take it off,” you say.

“You want to see me naked that badly? I didn’t think you were so shameless,” they snicker weakly.

You scowl. “That’s not what I meant. Just take it off, it’ll get in the way of the wrapping.”

They oblige with another laugh, sitting up halfway to pull it off and toss it onto the floor. When they lay back down, now left in just a band of fabric over their breasts, you finish cleaning the blood off with the rag. The bowl of water is colored completely red when you're done. You grab the gauze off your table and stand up, leaning over Hange. “Don’t move,” you say. Pressing the gauze to the wound, you wrap it around their entire torso, trying your hardest not to touch your fingers to their flushed, tanned skin. It’s impossible to miss the way their eyes bore into your face, even though your eyes are focused elsewhere. 

You pin the edge of the gauze, and sit back down. “I’m done,” you say. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” They nod faintly and lift their arm, revealing a long and deep scratch up the side of the toned muscle. You sigh softly and grab your rag again, trading out the water for fresh. It cleans up much faster than the other wound, but it’s much deeper.

"You're not gonna like this," you say. "Stitches."

They sigh raggedly as you find your needle and thread. "Not the first time I've had 'em."

You smile, threading your needle. When you make the first stitch, they wince again, their other hand clenched into a fist. "Talk to me," you say. "It'll help the pain."

"How long have you been- ah- working here?"

"A few years."

They clench their teeth as you continue to suture the cut. "I've never seen you before. Did you transfer- uh- units?"

You shake your head. "Most people don't make a habit of coming here to meet every medic."

"Perhaps I'll-" They inhale sharply. "Perhaps I'll have to. You're really pretty y'know."

"You don't have your glasses on," you laugh.

"I don't need them to see that."

You don't answer, instead focusing on tying up the knot on the stitches. "All done."

They glance at your handiwork. "Thanks. That wasn't so bad," they say. You smile and grab another clean rag and water, dabbing it onto their face to remove the dirt. You're standing again, leaned over their face to see better, with your knee propped up beside them. "You're prettier up close," Hange says.

"Thank you." You run the rag over their cracked lips to moisten them, the water seeping into the skin.

You move your rag to their forehead, folded up neatly and occasionally dripping water into their sweat soaked hair. "Got somebody waiting for you back home?" Their question catches you off guard. It's not that you mind answering, just surprising that they would even ask.

"Not anymore. You?" 

They laugh. "Me neither. I left that life a long time ago." The look in their eyes looks like pain, but it fades quickly. "Guess we're a good pair then."

You smile. "Guess so." The rag on their forehead dries out quickly, so you soak it back in the water and replace it. Using the hem of your coat, you clean the dirt off Hange's glasses, putting them back onto the table.

Their eyes flutter closed within a few minutes, a serene aura surrounding them as the color returns to their face, and you can't help but feel compelled to stay with them for a little while longer. There aren't any other patients waiting on you, so what's the harm? 

They look so… exposed in only the thin band of fabric and their uniform pants, which are pulled low on their waist to make the wound visible. Your eyes are drawn to their toned stomach, only partially covered by the gauze. Your face reddens. It's wrong to be staring while they're not even awake, so you pull a sheet over their body to help regulate their temperature. And to cover them up. Mostly the latter, though you won't admit that to yourself.

When another soldier comes in, you find yourself disappointed that you have to leave Hange, which is stupid, you try to rationalize. This is your job. You work here to take care of anyone that walks through those doors. So why are you wishing you didn't have to?

This soldier needs extensive care too; a head injury that takes about an hour to clean up, not even counting the time it takes to wrap and bandage. You find yourself glad when that’s done, because it means you get to slide your stool back over to Hange’s cot, re-dampening the rag on their forehead. Their eyes drift open. “You’re still here?” they murmur.

You nod. They snake a hand out from underneath the sheet to reach for yours, tightly wrapping it with their own. “I’m not… gonna die, am I?” Their voice is weak.

“I won’t let you,” you say. Though, you’ll be the first to admit they look worse than when they arrived, their face rapidly losing more and more color and becoming beaded with more and more sweat, which glues their hair to their face in strings. The more time that passes, the less it looks like they’ll make it. 

They nod. “I guess it was always my fate to die at war, anyway.”

“You’re not gonna die, Hange.”

They tighten their grip on your hand. “If I make it, will you let me take you on a date?”

You laugh softly. Surely they know better than anyone that the commander doesn’t let anyone have free time for anything, let alone dates. “Promise,” you say.

Drifting back into sleep, their hand relaxes, eventually falling off of yours, causing you to sigh softly and leave to attend another patient.

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𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖟𝖔ë 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

a soldier's wishes (part 2) | an aot fanfic

note: here's part 2! hope u enjoy it, it's a little rushed but i honestly just wanted to write the date so. y'know. (read part 1 here!)

pairing: hange x reader

warnings: war-time setting, mentions of blood and gore (set in a medic tent), they/them pronouns for hange, kinda sad?

word count: 1326

genre: military romance, hurt/comfort

reblogs/shares appreciated!

Hange wakes up again, accompanied by a frail hand reaching out again, grasping only air. You rush over, taking your seat beside them. "How are you feeling?" you ask.

They laugh softly. "I've been better."

"It's probably time to change your bandages. It’s morning, now," you say. 

A nod is all they respond with. You prop your knee beside them and peel back the sheet, revealing the slightly bloodied bandage on their stomach. Unpinning the gauze, you begin to unwind it, but as soon as your fingers graze Hange’s stomach, they flinch slightly. You stop moving. “Your fingers are cold…” they mumble.

You frown. “Oh…” You rub your hands on your coat to warm them as best as you can, but anything is likely to feel cold against their feverish skin. Continuing your efforts to remove the gauze, you try not to touch their skin again, although you’d really really like to. Time seems to stand still as you wrap the clean gauze around their wound, which looks much better than it did the day before. They keep still, their only movements the soft rise and fall of their chest. It’s a little difficult to concentrate with them watching you, even if they’re not really focused on you at all, but you get the gauze wrapped anyway. 

Pinning the edge again, you look up to realize that Hange has been staring this whole time, eyes transfixed on yours. “You’ve got quick fingers,” they point out, a bead of sweat running down their forehead. Strange that they point that out, since they weren't looking anywhere close to your hands.

“I have to be able to help people like you," you say.

"People like me?" You soak their rag in the cool water, waiting for it to absorb. They watch you carefully, but only in a way that suggests they're curious.

"Soldiers who get into trouble," you laugh. They do too.

"If I didn't find myself in trouble, I wouldn't have ever met you, now would I?" they taunt.

You smile despite yourself. "Flirty soldiers who get into trouble," you amend. Laying the rag back on their forehead, they sigh softly. You place a damp hand on their cheek and they smile. "But you're right, Hange. I'm almost grateful you got yourself into trouble. Wish we could have met in a way that didn't involve you almost dying."

Their eyes flutter closed as they laugh. "You're telling me."

Your hand lingers on their cheek, and just when you get the idea to move it away, they grab your hand, keeping it in place. "Stay," they murmur, eyes still closed.

You nod, even though they can't see you, running your thumb along their sweaty cheekbone. "I will. And, when you wake up again, you'll finally be able to eat something, so I'll make you something nice," you say, even though they're long asleep. 

By sunset, your shift is beyond over, and you only realize you have fallen asleep on your stool with your head in your hands when one of the other medics wakes you up with a tap to the shoulder. “Night shift is gonna be comin’ in soon. It’s time to head out,” she says.

You shake your head as you yawn. “No, I’ll stay here tonight. This patient needs… special care,” you say with a fond look at Hange, whose peaceful form is the same as it was when you checked about three hours ago.

“Don’tcha think your patient will be alright without you for the night? Commander’ll have our heads if he finds out you’re workin’ overtime without pay. You know better than anyone that he hates that.”

“You won’t tell him, will you?” 

She shakes her head as she pushes open the tent. “Take it up with night shift and see.”

You sigh into your stool, but it’s just as uncomfortable as ever, so you rest your elbows on the bed beside Hange, your head in your palms. The night shift comes in a few minutes later, and the medic who manages your section at night is grateful for one less patient to worry about. Not that the night shift has much other choice; it’s not like you were leaving anyway. You fall asleep again, the medic’s tent almost peaceful.

In the morning, however, the day shift is back again, and the tent is no longer peaceful, once again bustling with activity and new patients. As you pull your hand off the bed to stretch, Hange’s fingers, you realize, are intertwined with yours. You suppose you must have done that while you were asleep, although you aren’t sure which one of you initiated it. You gently pry your fingers out of theirs and take their forehead rag, still damp even from the night. One of the night shift nurses must have changed it last night. Setting the rag into the cool water, you place a hand on their forehead, and the temperature feels much cooler than yesterday. In fact, their fever must be almost completely gone now. 

They wake up when you set the rag back on their forehead, smiling to themself at the sight of you. “How are you feeling?” you ask, even though you’re sure the answer is the same as the last time you asked.

They sigh. “Hungry.”

“Good, because I’m going to get some soup for you after I change your bandages again. Sounds good?”

And with their confirmation, you change the bandages again, less bloody than last time. “When do you think I’ll be outta here?” they say as you wrap the new gauze around them.

You think for a moment, frowning. “Depends on when you can hold yourself upright long enough to leave. Eager to leave me?” you joke.

“No,” they laugh, making you pause your work. “Eager for our date, really.”

“What did you have in mind?”

After you pin the gauze, they sit up, pushing the sheet to their lap and exposing their lack of proper clothes. Your face reddens, but they don’t seem to notice. “I was thinking we could have a picnic.”

“We don’t have to go far, then. There’s a meadow right over that way.” You point to the back of the tent. “We could go eat together now, if you wanted…”

Their eyebrows raise. “You mean that?”

You nod. “Assuming you want to.” 

“I do, but won’t they get mad at me for leaving too early?”

Softly smiling, you say, “Not if we’re together. I’ll go have someone get you some soup.”

A friend of yours, seated at the back of the tent, accepts your request and returns shortly after with two bowls of soup. “You ready?” you say, watching them toss the sheet off. “Right. You need clothes… Here.” You drape your doctor’s coat over their shoulders, passing them their glasses right after.

“Thank you.” They look much more themself with their glasses on, and somehow more attractive in the pristine white coat. “My hair look okay?” they ask, even though they pull it out of its ponytail anyway. Once their hair is back up, you smile and nod.

With much difficulty, you manage to help them out of bed, supporting them out the door of the tent as you walk to the meadow. The brilliant pinks and purples and greens of the meadow and the flowers within it make you sigh, taking in the beautiful landscape. “This is gorgeous,” Hange says, sitting down.

“It really is.” You sit down next to them, handing them their soup.

“Not as gorgeous as you, though,” they say with a wink.

You laugh. “Something like that.”

“I’m sorry our first date isn’t more romantic.”

“Don’t be. I think it’s perfect. It’s more about who you spend the date with, anyway,” you say warmly.

They pick up a purple flower from the grass between you and place it in your hair, tucking it just behind your ear. “I think you’re right,” they say with a laugh.

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𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖔 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

rain | a jjba oneshot

note: i had really high hopes for this fic but it didn't turn out well oops

pairing: abbacchio x reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of mental health issues (kinda)

word count: 521

genre: angst

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The bed is empty when you wake up, the space beside you cold to the touch. He’s been gone for a while now, you suppose. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting rays of light onto the rest of the room. It sounds like it’s raining, but it sounds light. If it were raining harder, you doubt he would’ve left in the first place.

You lie awake for a few minutes, fidgeting with the edge of the sheets and awaiting his return. He’s taking too long, you decide, so you roll out of bed and pull on the jacket he left on the floor. It reeks of smoke, but you don’t mind. You yawn as you leave the bedroom, meandering your way down the hall and pulling open the front door.

Just as you expected, it’s raining. Abbacchio sits on the dry front step, crouched over to stay out of the rain. He’s wearing the t-shirt he went to bed in, a faded black band tee he got from a concert when he was young. A half-gone cigarette rests between his two fingers, his hand relaxed over his knee.

Sitting down next to him, you lean your head on his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?” he says.

You shake your head. “No. Not that I mind.” He doesn’t say anything, instead leaning his head on yours. His clothes smell like smoke, as they always do, but you suppose it just makes him smell familiar. He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the rain, watching as it dissipates into nothingness. “Aren’t you tired?” you say. His feet rest outside the porch, sitting in the rain and soaking the hem of his pajama pants.

He breathes a laugh. “I’m fine.” You frown, but don’t push it. “What time is it, anyway?” he asks.

“5:30. Sun should be coming up here in a little bit,” you say.

You both go quiet, letting the rain fill the silence between you. His cigarette is gone, so he presses the burnt end onto the porch, putting it out. He picks his head up as he does so, so you do the same, instead standing up. “Goin’ back inside?” he says. You shake your head as you walk out into the rain, letting it soak your hair and the outside of your clothes. He raises his eyebrows. “That’s my jacket.”

“Come get it then, Leone,” you laugh.

He’s off the porch in a few seconds coming up in front of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Spinning you around, he mutters, “Well, I don’t want it now that it’s all wet.” The rain picks up, drenching his hair which now clings to your body and his like tendrils. The leftover makeup under his eyes begins to run down his cheeks too, smudging them with black trails of water. He presses your head to his chest, as if you’re the one in need of comfort, and rocks back and forth on the concrete.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

You smile softly. “I know.” Your voice is muffled by his body, but neither of you particularly care.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 13 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖆 𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖆

wishes | a jjba oneshot

note: yes ofc i write for narancia! he's such a sweetie and deserves the world oh my god he's so <3 edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: narancia x gn! reader

warnings: none!

word count: 561

genre: FLUFF oh my god it's fluff <3

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

A breeze full of dandelion seeds rolls through the meadow, a ripple spreading through the grass you sit in, landing in your hair, causing Narancia to snicker. “What is it?” you say with a tilt of your head.

He reaches a hand to your face, pulling the dandelion seed out. “Dandelion thing,” he says, flicking it off into the distance.

“You know, speaking of dandelions,” you say, picking up a dandelion by Narancia’s feet that has yet to be crushed under his clunky shoes. “There’s a few superstitions around these…”

He raises his eyebrows, sitting up from the tree trunk. “Yeah? Like what?”

Can’t lose your nerve now… “My favorite one says that if you can blow all the seeds off in one breath, you’ll be granted a wish.”

“Any wish?” he asks, eyes large like dinner plates, easily transfixed by your words.

You nod. “Any wish,” you repeat. “But it’s just a superstition, so who knows if it’s true?” Going to set the dandelion back down on the ground where it came from, Narancia stops you with a hand on your arm.

Picking up his own dandelion, he says, “No idea. But it can’t hurt to try, don’tcha think?” His grin is a telltale sign of the thoughts behind his eyes, but you agree anyway.

“Sure, why not? Ready?” The two of you raise the dandelions to your lips. “Three, two, one,” you say, both taking a large breath in and blowing it all at the dandelion, seeds floating down into the grass and onto each other’s clothes.

Within the span of a few long seconds, Narancia’s dandelion is bare, leaving him with the stem between his thumb and fingers, but yours still possesses a few seeds by the time you run out of air. “Hey! Look at mine!” he says, pointing excitedly at the stem in his hand, eyes lit up like fireworks.

You laugh. “Ugh, lucky! Mine didn’t all come off.”

Tossing the stem aside, he places a hand on his chin, resting his elbow on his crossed leg. “Wanna know what I wished for? It was-”

You cut him off by shushing him loudly and placing your hands over his mouth. “It won’t come true if you tell me!” you giggle.

He pouts when you take your hands from his mouth, instead choosing to rest them on his shoulders, unable to bring yourself to back away from him, now embarrassed at your closeness. “You didn’t tell me that part…” he quietly says, glancing nervously at your lips.

“Sorry…” you say. A part of your brain tells you to move away from him, but the way he looks at you, nervous under your touch, wills you forward, making up the six-inch gap between the two of you.

It looks as if he’s about to say something, so you stop moving in anticipation. But his words never come, opting for a hard swallow instead, fueling you to continue. He moves his own face forward slightly, still leaving you to close the gap. And close the gap you do, your own lips connecting to his. A soft gasp escapes him, but he settles, eyelids fluttering shut when you pull away just as fast as you leaned in. He sighs, leaning back on his arms, eyes practically glazed over.

“Huh. Guess my wish did come true,” he says with a laugh.

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 29 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎

in the rain | a jjba oneshot

note: aww this is so cute i <3 this so much um sorry the ending is rushed :( edit: this prompt list is over! thank you for your support!

pairing: bruno x gn! reader

warnings: none!

word count: 596

genre: fluff

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ps. this is part of my january prompt list! check it out here!

Frantically digging through your bag, you sigh, condemning your own poor memory. The one time you forget your umbrella, it rains. “What’s the matter?” Bucciarati says from next to you on the steps, opening his own umbrella.

“No, it’s nothing,” you say. “Just a little rain, right?” Your foot doesn’t even get the chance to hit the pavement before Bucciarati stops you with an arm across your chest.

He shakes his head. “You’re not going out there without an umbrella, are you?”

“I forgot mine,” you say with a shrug. “I’ll be fine.”

Not even hesitating for a moment, he holds his umbrella out to you. “We can share mine, then. I’ll walk you home.”

You put your hand out to decline. “It’s fine, really, but thank you. It’s just a little-”

“No, I insist.” He holds his arm out to you, and you link arms with him, his body pressed to yours.

“Thank you…” you say. Your hand wrapped around his bicep, his white jacket wrinkles under your fingers. The copious amounts of zippers on his clothes jingle slightly as the two of you walk down the sidewalk together, passing other pairs of people huddled together like you are. “Should’ve checked the forecast this morning, huh?”

He laughs. “It wouldn’t have done you any good… It wasn’t supposed to rain today.” You laugh too, thankful that this event wasn’t purely due to your own forgetfulness. “I hope you don’t think I’m too forward, but would you mind if we stopped somewhere before I take you home?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t mind. Where?”

“Well- it’s silly, but when I was a kid, me and my dad used to go to this diner here in town whenever it rained on a Tuesday. He’d um… he’d always buy me a milkshake, and I kinda kept doing it even after he… died.” His voice wavers, so it’s easy to see the raw emotions brought up from his words.

Not able to find the right words for a moment, you don’t respond right away. “I would really like that, Bruno.”

The uneven sidewalks gather water quickly, so Bucciarati leads you around each puddle, as if you were dancing a sophisticated ballet duet, each sidestep and gentle pull more graceful than the last. When you get to the diner, about a five minute walk to your house, the outside is old and disheveled, the years having worn it down considerably. The inside, however, is the opposite. Walking through the heavy doors and wiping your feet on the rug at the front, you sit down at a shiny table sat upon a shiny floor, surrounded by shiny walls, decorated with yellowed pictures and torn-up newspaper clippings, each in a shiny frame of its own.

He shakes his umbrella off and hangs it on the coat rack by the door before sitting down with you. A waitress comes by and takes your order, Bucciarati getting a chocolate milkshake and you a vanilla one. “Thank you. For doing this with me, I mean,” he says, fidgeting with his hands on the table. “I wasn’t sure if the rain would last long enough to do it after you went home.”

The waitress comes back, your milkshakes in hand. He takes the first sip, smiling softly to himself. “Really, don’t thank me. I’m glad you chose to share this with me.”

You both walk to your house, arms still linked, the rain letting up enough to put down the umbrella, but Bruno doesn’t, relishing in the opportunity to stand so close to you.

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