A One Shot Of Mista Fretting About Wanting Cake But Being Left 4 Slices Until His S/o Comes In And Cuts

A one shot of Mista fretting about wanting cake but being left 4 slices until his s/o comes in and cuts 1 slice in 2 making him go 😃 (and also gush about how smart she is)

Author's Note: I fucking adore Mista so much. Also, I literally had to google if 'stupidest' was a real word because I know Fugo wouldn't use it if it wasn't.

Cake

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Shut up, Fugo! There’s absolutely no way I’m gonna choose a slice from this cake if there are four pieces, you already know about the-”

“Enough about the cat! I don’t give two shits about that story, it could’ve happened with any number and you know it!”

You walked into the area to find Guido and Pannacotta at each other’s necks. Leone had his headphones on as usual, and Bruno and Narancia were on a mission, so they were nowhere to be found.

With an eye roll, you grabbed the cake server and used the edge to cut out a fifth piece. You heard a relieved sigh from Fugo as you began to place two slices onto the small plates that were left behind for the desert.

You handed the first portion to Guido and sat down next to him, reaching for your own set of silverware in order for you to begin eating as well.

“Aw stellina,” your loving boyfriend gushed, “you’re too clever for me!” You turned to him and smiled, “Yeah, you’re just saying that to try and butter me up."

“I mean it! Sometimes I just can’t keep up with you.”

You felt Mista’s two beefy arms wrap around you and pull you onto his lap. Just as he was about to give you a kiss, Abbacchio cleared his throat and you jumped from your boyfriend’s lap. A blush was evident on your face, and you could hear Fugo chuckling at the two of you as you lowered yourself onto your own chair.

Guido reached for your hand that was on your lap and grasped it as the two of you ate your own slices of cake.

Hhhh idk if you’re strictly 18+ but if you are I swear I won’t follow— but,,, spare SDC Joseph x reader hcs 🥺💦 I’m starving— if you can’t do him Avdol is definitely fine too 👀

Author’s Note: I feel like I have never clarified the status of my account until now, but I am gonna be strictly 18+. For my SFW works, I can’t say I mind minors interacting with them from the tag page, but I certainly won’t respond to them since I, a 20 year-old, don’t see interacting with minors as ideal. As for my NSFW works, (there are none as of now, but there certainly will be later on) there will be several warnings to drive the minors away, and I won’t hesitate to block a minor if I see them following or liking my 18+ stuff. This is a mouthful, but long story short, I’m going to do your request, but only because I hadn’t made the restriction clear before.

SDC Joseph Joestar X Reader HCs

Dude’s your sugar daddy. Even if that’s not what the two of you would label your relationship as, that’s literally what’s going on.

You, a 20 something year-old college student, and him, a 67 year-old real estate mogul? Sounds very suspicious, especially since all of your classes were paid at once seemingly out of nowhere.

Of course, Holly and Suzi Q are not aware of the situation. In fact, Suzi believes you to be her husband’s well-trusted assistant, which makes your relationship a bit more exhilarating.

As for Joseph’s treatment throughout the relationship, he’d be very playful.

Expect tons of jokes and tickles from him, the man’s still playful after all this time.

He’s not as aggressive as his 18 year-old self, but can be assertive at times.

He’d spend SO MUCH money on you, he really wants you to stay, and you constantly have to reassure him that you aren’t some material girl that only chooses to stay for the items.

Joseph would definitely find this trip to Egypt relieving in a sense because now he can finally sleep with you in his arms rather than renting a hotel room and claiming he has a meeting.

Did I mention that he’d spend a ton of money on you? My man is a MILLIONAIRE, he has enough money to spend.

If he even catches you glancing at an item, consider it yours. He’d buy it for you in a heartbeat.

A bit of a bonus, but Jotaro would be annoyed with the two of you. His disrespect towards women and the fact that his (absent) grandfather is cheating on his grandmother just morphed into a bit of a grudge against you. The only reason he puts up with it is because he doesn’t want to cause trouble with his few allies.

Hey! Could you do one for Kakyoin where the reader gets scared of something, so she clings to Kakyoin for comfort without even thinking about it, then gets embarrassed that she just kinda hugged him outta nowhere? Love me some awkward fluff 🥰

Accidental

Ask: Hey! Could you do one for Kakyoin where the reader gets scared of something, so she clings to Kakyoin for comfort without even thinking about it, then she gets embarrassed that she just kinda hugged him outta nowhere? Love me some awkward fluff 🥰

Author's Note: Your wish is my command! Kakyoin really deserved more </3

As you tried to climb over the car seat to get to your designated spot in the third row, you heard Iggy begin to growl.

Fuck.

You scrambled to the back as fast as you could. Stupid dog, taking the row of seats. Stupid Mr. Joestar, for allowing it. Stupid Jotaro and Polnareff for being absolutely huge and squishing you.

You grunted as your body felt squished between Kakyoin and the car. As you slowly began to get accustomed to the position you were going to be stuck in, you heard Iggy start barking rapidly.

Naturally, you were scared of the little gremlin, so you clung onto something in hopes of easing your racing heart. Except the thing you clung onto wasn't a thing, it was Kakyoin. You tried to let go, but you were too cramped to do so.

As if you couldn't get more embarrassed, Noriaki had decided that it would be the perfect time to wrap his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. The two of you stayed there, red-faced, as the car drove across the desert, with four other men and an annoying dog.

Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Guido Mista with an emotionless male crush that had a loving stand

Ask: Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Author's Note: yes. This is the trope that always gets me, so yes.

HE WOULD BE SO GIDDY EVERYTIME IT HAPPENED.

Like, some flowers from the emobident of his dream boy's soul? yes please!

After seeing how you deny it, he decides not to bring it up in hopes of you not getting too embarrassed.

However, he knows. He's definitely not stupid and was able to pick up that you reciprocated his feelings.

He would have a collection of little trinkets that your stand collected from him.

And the Sex Pistols? THEY'D LOVE IT IF YOUR STAND EVER GAVE THEM ATTENTION

They're already spoiled by Guido, but another stand? Their owner's potential boyfriend's stand to be more specific? THEY'D BE ON CLOUD 9

Guido's just counting his days until you fess up to having a crush, but for now, your stand's love is enough for him.

Hi! Just found your blog and I wanted to ask for a request: How about a oneshot involving Jotaro, Reader and Jolyne? Either Reader can be Jolyne’s step mom or bend reality and make her Jolyne’s actual mom. Have fun with it! Thanks!

Author’s Note: AHHHHH i love these kinds of fics :] Reader is Jolyne’s stepmom, and Jolyne is approximately 11 years old

Hell’s Kitchen

With a gasp, you dodged the white powder that came flying towards your face. “Jolyne!” you chortled, “The cake batter is already in the oven; there’s no need for the flour anymore!”

The girl giggled and reached back into the bag of flour, scooping as much as possible in her minuscule hands, before tossing another load at you. This time, you had grabbed the nearest ingredient to retaliate.

An egg, straight from the carton.

You quickly strode towards her and cracked the egg in your hand before rubbing it all over Jolyne’s hair, making her gasp and laugh in glee. You picked her up before spinning her around.

The moment was interrupted by the ding of the oven. You set Jolyne down before grabbing the oven mitts that had been left on the counter. You pulled on the oven door and grabbed the pan, careful not to grip it too tightly in fear of the mitts’ insulation failing on you. You set the cake pan onto a mat and removed the gloves.

Jolyne had quickly followed, bringing the frosting and some icings to decorate and sign. You put the icing into separate piping bags, (F/C) for you and a neon green for Jolyne. By the time you had finished, the cake seemed to have cooled down.

Taking the tray-like piece of the cake container, you set the baked treat onto it before grabbing two spatulas and handing one to Jolyne. Her green eyes dazzled as she scooped up a glob of the cream cheese frosting and dumped it onto the cake’s top.

You grabbed your spatula and motioned for her to turn the cake stand as you spread the frosting along the sides, trying to even it out as much as possible. By the time the two of you had finished with the layer of frosting, Jolyne was literally bouncing in her chair.

You ruffled her hair as she pounced for the icing and started decorating the cake’s sides with sloppy hand-drawn butterflies. When she finished with her little doodles, you had her stand on the chair as she signed her name on the top. You did the same before adding a little message with a smile.

You sighed in relief as the tedious process, that had been turned into a bonding moment between you and your step-daughter, had finally been finished. Jolyne had grabbed the lid to the stand and secured the cake. She then waltzed into the living room, with you in tow, and began to watch cartoons as the two of you drifted off on the couch.

~

Jotaro entered the house with a sigh, placing his hat and coat on the rack before slipping off his shoes and entering the house. His eyes widened as he saw how much of a mess had been made in the kitchen.The attention drifted to the laughs of his daughter and you, joking about just how horrible Jolyne was at Uno.

Jolyne was the first to notice her father’s presence and ran towards him, ambushing Jotaro with a hug. You walked toward him and offered a kiss, to which Jolyne gagged at, before grasping his hand and leading him to the table.

On it was a cake that had messy butterflies and a message plastered on top: “(Y/N), Jolyne, and an upcoming Kujo.”

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."