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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

After returning to your world, you have time to reflect on the past events that took place. Was it really a dream?

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You’ve always been a fan of the franchise Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. It may not have been everyone’s top favorite, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying it. Recently they've been turning the manga into anime adaptations and you’ve watched them with the loyalty of a fan to the series. After finishing Golden Wind, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Sure maybe your unhealthy attachment to the characters was a little concerning, but you were still pretty upset of their inevitable deaths.

When it had ended it felt weird. You didn’t want to move onto the next part, you didn’t want to fast forward in time by ten years to watch the new Jojo go through their own journey. You didn’t want Golden Wind to end, especially like that. Once Golden Wind was over, it was over. There wouldn’t be as much hype for it as it was during their release time. You would never get to see the characters you held dear to your heart, it was sort of like a one hit thing. Their story never to really be elaborated about again.

You grew to love these characters, how each struggled with their own personal hardship and overcame it astoundingly. Turning themselves into who they were present day and the pain they had to endure to get there. They were all so unique and special to you, only for them to become some of the sacrifices that were part of the whole franchise anyway. They all felt a little too real, their problems, mannerisms, it felt like they could be an actual person you meant anywhere. Yet no matter what, they were still people you found captivating.

Giorno, the main Jojo of the part with a kind and noble soul of becoming a gangstar. He always looked so elegant with his three-part swirls in his hair that went down to become a sophisticated braid. His backstory left you sympathizing for the poor teenage boy, and knowing the hardships he had to overcome was also sorrowful with the death of his comrades. Yet in the end he managed to become a refined don of Passione carrying the spirits of his dead friends.

Bucciarati, the classic jobro to go along with the Jojo of this part. He was as well distinguished and alluring as the others. His will to come back from the afterlife to assist his teammates from the corrupt boss made you almost alone cry with tenderness for the 20 year old man. His noble sacrifice was one that wouldn’t go in vain, he should have lived to see his righteous decisions be played out to the very end.

Mista and Narancia, they were the goof-balls you loved the most who were able to bring smiles to everyone's faces in the most terrible situations. They were as stunning as the others just in their own quirky way. It was a shame Narancia had to go at such a young age after finding out what he had wanted to do in life and planning what would happen after the bosses defeat.

Abbachio was different, but in a good way. He stood out amongst the others with a backstory just as jarring as the others. It made you feel bad for the ex-cop and wish he had a chance to actually smile in his life.

Then there was Fugo who had left too soon. He was just as remarkable although he would have been a major help in battle against the boss. Sometimes you thought that there might have been less character deaths with him around. Even so, he was not to blame. He had his own virtues and he followed them even though in the end, they were wrong.

Regardless, they all held a special place in your heart and you were sad to see the golden wind end. Never again in the future to really get the spotlight as it once had during its run. You truly were going to miss it. All you wanted was the chance to make them happy and yourself knowing they would be alive and well…

That’s where you came in.

Your strong heartfelt emotions for them were able to manifest a way into their world, and with that you were able to change the inevitable storyline. You formed strong bonds with all of them, gave them pointers, and most importantly stopped them from meeting their end. The time spent with them was breathtaking and taught you the beauty of life. Even so, you saw them grow as people and overcome their hardships together which made you feel like you have done actual good in the world. Good that contributed to helping others in need.

You woke up in your regular bed, not the sofa you’ve grown used to sleeping on in Coco Jumbo. Ever since you came back to your own world, you’ve found out nothing has changed. You checked your manga’s, skipped to certain parts of the show. It was like you were never there. Was it all really just a dream? A really lucid dream at that? You swore that you sat next to Giorno himself, you swore that you pushed Narancia out of the way before he could be killed, getting cut in the process. Pulling the white t-shirt you wore up, you checked your hip for the scabbing of the wound. Yet there was nothing there. What had really happened? It couldn’t have been a dream.

Slumping back on your bed you let your tears out. It felt all too real to be a dream, you didn’t want it to be a dream. You talked to them, told them how amazing they were, gave them another chance to live. Your fear has become reality…

It really was a dream.

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It had been a few weeks since your ‘vivid dream’ with the events of Vento Aureo and the struggle to save Bucciarati’s gang. You had continued on with your life, working and attending your classes. You had your best friends along with you to help you out of the whole situation. By helping out, just making fun of your very imaginative dreams. You were mildly upset at first, but came to terms with it knowing who they were and how easily they could make you laugh. Soon it all became a dream to you, a dream you wish you could have again.

Today you went to your classes and had work immediately afterwards, just like any other day. Class left you tired as always, yet today made you feel drained more than ever before. All day you’ve had a strange feeling something would happen and Nana, one of your best friends, caught on. Shakily you dismissed it saying it was probably the upcoming essay that was due way too soon for anyone to comprehend. Letting out a groan you leaned against Nana who was sitting there scrolling through different social media apps she owned. “I don’t wanna go…” You moaned up, shutting your eyes fully relaxing on her still form. “Well you still owe me ice cream from last time and you need to pay your rent. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” She stuck her tongue out and moved away letting your body hit the concrete bleacher. “Why must you attack me like that? Fine, I’ll go. By the way I don’t owe you anything!” You smiled and gave a wink before slinking off towards your workplace.

Work was terrible. If anything could go wrong, it would have been today. A old grandmother with a stray cat came into the cafe accidentally letting it go, leading it into destruction of the front display. Not only that, but your boss decided to cut everyone’s hours because of his belief that he was paying everyone too much. Clocking out, you grabbed your sweater and made a bee-line home. You lived alone outside the school, preferring not to stay in the dorm rooms by how crowded and messy they got.

Standing in front of your door, you reached into your handbag and took out the keycard to your flat. Swiping the card in place it blinked green verifying your access. You were greeted by a dark living room of silence. Flipping on the lights, you set your bag next to the door and slipped off your shoes leaving you in your socks. Humming your favorite song you turned to walk further into your apartment until you heard a little thump. You stood still, eyes widening from fear. You grabbed the closest thing next to you, which was a tiny succulent plant in a thick terra-cotta pot. You moved closer to your bedroom where more thumping and mumbling. Slowly opening the door and flicking on the lights made you stop in your assault. There stood the six men you spent three weeks in 2001 Italy with, standing right in front of you.

“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?"

I have an idea…

I’m not finished with my kinda Isekai AU with the Vento Aureo gang, but…what happens if I do a Ancient Roman AU 👀 I mean I’ve been focusing on Ancient Rome for a long time and studied it since I’ve been in middle school, but like 👀👀 Is it a good idea 👁👄👁 I just was inspired by it from this photo I found on Pinterest and like :0

credit: Krabat-Twitter

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this will be my first story on tumblr and excited to write. it’s based of a dream i’ve had recently so i’m taking it and running with it. enjoy!

Fate’s Binding

Was saving the fates of six men worth it? During the aftermath of Golden Wind, the gang are left to walk in your shadow.

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You were their savior. You saved them from their inescapable fate that was chosen for them, as the boss once said. You broke the chains that bound them to their own sleeping fate and gave them a new chance. The hard reality hitting them in the face that you were gone, back to where fate had brought you from. Maybe you were part of fate itself deciding a change was needed. No matter what, you were their own angel sent down in order to give them new meaning and self-awakening. 

They thought that once the boss was brought down and atoned for his many sins, they would feel complete with the blood sweat and tears that were shedded over the journey. Never until now did they come to the understanding that the journey was the best part of this supposed golden experience. The tears, laughs, and frustration were the true goal that they’ve always reached deep down in their hearts. When they walked away from the colosseum that early morning after parting ways with the girl who held the power to change fates, was when that monotonous feeling began to eat at them. The tears that were shed during that golden daybreak were thought to originally be from sadness of missing their dear friend, when it actually was the fear of losing someone they have come to love. 

At first it wasn’t intimacy, just admiration from someone who was able to bend pre-determined destinies with mere words or actions. Their initial response to the thought of adoration with someone they looked up to was a laughing matter at hand, until they began to register the tender moments each shared with you. Fully able to grasp the passion they all felt, they embrace it with open arms not aware of the consequences that came with it.

You were gone.

Naples had always been a bustling home town, especially with the new order in tow of a drug abolishment. Although it wasn’t the same once the golden wind that came had finally blown it’s last swish of life. The gold from their lives were gone causing the world they once saw to turn into a wishy-washy perception of the view they once had. The truth guided them with how each looked at the world and would interpret it for their own well-being. Slowly but surely everything that was given to them was merely just an everyday task. They felt ashamed that the new life you have endowed them with was just a dull mundane vision to them. They lack the one thing they truly yearned for, your love.

Your realities were never supposed to originally meet, it was impossible yet was done somehow. You were different, you were able to break free from your chains of fate and spread that goodwill to others. Never until now did they begin to question how you did it. Were you some stand user who lied about other worldly abilities? Or were you a deity who was granted permission to come to this world to spread your compassion to others? Honestly they wouldn’t have put it past you if it were the truth. Someway or somehow you had got to their world…

Now it was just time to get to yours.

hii! imagine y/n just hanging out with the bucci gang and vibing with youtube music playlist and then later on sexy music just played like 'Careless Whisper' then y/n is just holding her laugh by biting her lip how would the bucci gang act or react?

omg i love this request, it’s so funny if you actually think about it! i misread at first abt the biting lip part. i thought you meant like the funny biting lip emoji 😳

(i lowkey kinda wanna write for Abbachio or Narancia tbh)

Buccigang with a Light-Hearted S/O ☆

While the group hangs out s/o a sensual song comes on resulting in s/o holding her laugh.

At first I believed that they would all be taken back by it. Abbachio and Bucciarati would honestly be the people in the group who would react the least. I mean they would both be like freaking out but at the same time inside their both like s h o o k e t h.

I know for sure that Bucciarati would at least widen his eyes in realization on what is actually going on. Including Giorno as well.

Fugo would ‘tsk’ underneath his breath, but would always have his eyes trained on darling. Him and Abbachio are the ones who act like they are unaffected by it yet they have their eyes on s/o constantly.

Mista would be the one who would react the most. Probably the closest to s/o because he is just so energetic around them and literally cannot stay away from them. Initially when it comes on (for example: Careless Whisper), he would make some sexual corny joke/advance. Especially when s/o bites their lip, he eats that up. Mista would just probably get closer and say something sexual, but it comes off as corny. In actuality he really did mean it. (bless his heart)

About the lip biting thing, Fugo also eats that up. Like literally. Bucciarati doesn’t look much into it as much as Abbachio does. Abbachio doesn’t really understand the humor, only seeing it as a song in mind to hook up with s/o.

Narancia would be similar to Mista, but I see him less sexually driven and more of a laughter kinda of thing. He laughs along until he sees s/o trying to not smile, yet you can hear the little giggles from them which causes him to go haywire inside.

Mista and Narancia would just stare at s/o with such a shocked look. In shock, I mean like literally trying to process their hearts palpitations and trying not to die right there from how adorable s/o is being.

Sitting right next to you would be Giorno, much to Abbachio’s dismay. Giorno tries to always be closest to you no matter what. He just needs to always kinda be by you. You give him comfort and security especially after everything he’s been with. Seeing s/o be so carefree and happy makes him happy. He lets out a small smile as he observes s/o about to laugh.

Trish is kinda like 🧍‍♀️

Or she is just close as well, but chooses not to engage because of Mista’s comments or how Giorno just obsessively stares at you like right next to you. As Abbachio’s death stare just literally intimidates anyone so she just chooses to not too. She laughs though because you never fail to make her feel good about herself. It’s like she forgot everything she has dealt with just by seeing you be so gleeful. 

Overall everyone just stares and absorbs s/o’s laughter and small smiling. Yet in the group, blind to the human eye is some sexual wanting towards s/o. The music ain’t making it better as well.

Ayyyy think I can request prompts 15 and 47 with Fugo? Thank you!

yay a request with the sweet strawberry boy!🍓 i could never deny anything with him. i luv him sm 🥺💕

Yandere Fugo x Reader

Prompts #15 and #47

When it came between debating to betray Passione or not, someone made that decision for you.

This was the time to make an important life-threatening decision. Here you were standing in front of a boat that once brought you determination to finish your mission, but now dread and fear for what would happen once you got back onto it. All of you stood back as you all watched Bucciarati waiting for a response from everyone. Giorno eyeing the group as Trish laid limp from the interaction with her father. Mista and Abbachio had gotten on the boat leaving two of you other comrades to ponder in their own thoughts. 

You were conflicted, you didn’t want to leave your friends to fend for yourself especially when one of them was the very reason you were alive right. Although the thought of being a traitor the biggest crime syndicate in Italy and dealing with its consequences scared you. Somehow either choice had its own down side, down sides you didn’t want to witness.

When Bucciarati came out from the chapel looking like he had almost kissed death itself, frightened you. Not only that, a distressed Giorno was there who looked like he also witnessed something equal to horrors. Whatever must’ve happened in there really had shaken them up. You always knew of the boss to be a corrupt man, you never agreed with his greed reducing him to selling drugs to innocent children. It wasn’t right, but what could a mere soldato do? 

Making a decision, you decided to fight for what was right. If that wasn’t enough, you were going to fight for your capo. The same capo who took you in when you were at your worst and gave you a place to call home. It was only fair that you would stand up for what was right and help your capo as much as you can. 

You began to take small steps towards the boat. The little shuffles enacted another response from one of your comrades who stood next to you. A grip on your wrist made you snap your head up to the perpetrator. “What do you think you're doing?! That’s practically suicide! Y-You can’t be serious on getting on that boat, you’ll get killed! Is that what you want, to be killed?” Said Fugo who was one of the closest allies you have bonded with during your journey. “I can’t just let Bucciarati and Trish go. After what the boss did, I don’t think I can ever go back to serving under him. I owe Bucciarati my life, this is the least I could do.” 

Before Fugo could respond, Bucciarati interrupted him signaling towards you. “This is her choice Fugo. If she has already decided on which path she will take, let her be. I understand you have different beliefs…but this is (Y/N)’s choice.” As Bucciarati finished his sentence you had gotten on the boat sitting next to Mista as he held his pistol in his hands. Fugo looking mildly pissed started to spat out words of vexation. Not only soon was it just him, left alone to contemplate his thoughts. 

Fugo walked away in disbelief. The sound of his footsteps and the calmly pushing of the canal waves filled his ears. Everything he had come to love had vanished in a second as everyone walked into a deathtrap itself. Kicking a stone he pulled out a small strawberry keychain that he received from his dearest. He remembered the day crystal clear. You and him were sent on a mission in order to collect the money that was owed to Passione from a shady associate who was secretly plotting against Passione. It was a rough fight, but it was a fight that made him realize that he was truly in love with you. 

After the battle you both decided to go sit down for a bite to eat, much to Fugo’s dismay. Although that evening had turned into a night he would think about everyday before he would shut his purple hues. You had given him that strawberry keychain because it had reminded you of him. How you believe he was sweet even though his rage would get in the way sometimes. The smile you wore on your face that night was one he would never forget. The way you beamed up at him, eyes twinkling in what he believed was true love at it’s finest. Ever since that night, he knew that you and him were meant to be together…no matter what. Even though that love was one-sided.

When he heard your sudden declaration of getting on that boat, he was stunned. He knew that if you got on that boat, everything would be over. Yet there was Bucciarati who stopped him, thinking he had the right to say something about the love you shared between each other. Cursing to himself about his dumb mistake, he knew he had to do something about it. 

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Approaching the colosseum had been tortuous. Not only have you lost your dear friend Abbachio, you have also figured out that Bucciarati was what you would call a walking corpse. Everything was crumbling apart as you all were mercilessly attacked by two stand users part of La Unita Speciale. You were baffled as you were separated from the rest of your team, blooded and certain parts of your face turned into what felt like mud. Stumbling into an alleyway, you leaned against the wall slowly sinking down. Your labored breathing and increased heart rate was all you could take in. The ringing in your ears tore you away from your surroundings, until you heard approaching footsteps.

Too beaten up to defend yourself, you just tilted your head to the side to look at the one who would possibly end your life. Purple shoes were all you saw, the small red designs on top were blurred out from your hazy vision.

“Did you not take into account that this would happen to you? You're hurt, bleeding out in front of my very eyes. How thoughtless.” Recognizing the voice, you let your eyes slowly adjust the new figure into view. There Fugo was standing above you, looking down at your pathetic injured form. All you could do was breathe as you shakily reached out for him. Cold purple orbs gazed down at you before he kneeled down to take your hand in his. “All I ever wanted was to be with you…you showed what it was like to accept myself and my terrible ways. Now here you are, look what siding with Bucciarati has gotten you. You should’ve stayed with me like how you were destined to be. I know you know what I’m talking about. The way you always looked at me, how you treated me different from everyone else, but playing hard to get can only go on for so long you know.” Fugo shifted closer. His grip on your weakened hand tightened as his face sat right in front of yours. His slow breathing and the warmth from his breath giving your body goosebumps as he placed a chaste kiss on your hand. “I’m already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it? No more of this pretending bullshit.” 

Fugo pulled away as you felt his lean arms wrap around your sprawled out form. Your blood soaking into his lime green suit, staining the material into becoming a brown like hue. “I’m taking you back with me. You don’t have to cry or feel pain anymore. You might not understand now but you will thank me later.” At once you were picked up from the ground and held into Fugo’s loving arms. You suddenly began to squirm and writhe around in his touch resulting in a hiss of anger from the male. “You better stop moving right now or there will be a lot more pain than what you are going through right now, you understand?” Having no more strength to go against his wishes, you nodded, making Fugo smile warmly at your curled form. 

“Good, you know I will always love you…no matter what.”

Hello! I love your yandere Joot fic!

Can i have a request headcanons of soft! yandere Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne & Gappy with a Kind and Domestic (Fem) reader?

okay i wrote this for u bby! i didnt expect so much jojo’s but i’m not rlly complaining because i rlly love elaborating on the different yan yan’s in jojo. thx for the support too! i love when ppl send me request istg im literally crying rn-🥺💕💗

Soft Yan! Headcanons

Including: Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne, Gappy

Headcanons with a kind and domestic reader.

Jotaro:

Jotaro wouldn’t act much different than he usually acts, but he can get a little more friendly and loving if s/o doesn’t mind it and enjoys his soft calloused touches. He is just primarily more calm and laid back.

Jotaro would already want a domesticated s/o, especially with the worry of his darling's safety.

Kind s/o would be able to control Jotaro emotionally in a way due to her kind caring nature, she could easily do that. (But she’s kind so like why would she do that smh-)

A lot of ‘one-sided’ touches, mostly s/o being very affectionate but Jotaro trying not to show the joy of her PDA.

Cuddle sessions would be the best because of his big muscular body.

He would come home from wherever he would have been at for the day to be enveloped by a smaller frame holding him.He would immediately relax and subtly lean into s/o’s touch.

Eventually over time Jotaro would have s/o’s domestic side rub off on him making him more tender and soft-hearted.

Josuke:

Josuke has been waiting for this one.

He would be so thrilled by this miraculous discovery.

He would already be a delusional yandere in the first place. Josuke already dreamed of having this type of relationship with darling so when he is able to get his hands on her, he is a 50/50 on how this relationship would work.

Darling would have more freedom due to her kind and gentle nature, she wouldn’t be home-bound like Jotaro, Jonathan, or Giorno would do for example.

Josuke would very much be into PDA, especially indoors because he loves to live out that husband and wife fantasy.

Basically you and him are married in his opinion.

Everytime Josuke sees s/o in a house setting, it makes him feel this indescribable feeling.

Is extremely impatient and wanting to take advantage of darlings domestic characteristics into starting his own domestic setting.

More so he is somewhat of a mild yandere when he has a kind and domestic s/o especially when he has that soft yandere trait going for him.

Jolyne:

Jolyne has a lack of understanding of a healthy domestic relationship due to her own family background.

She misunderstands your domesticity as a bizarre trait that has you enabled as most likely a wife for her to take care of.

Jolyne wants to build that stable relationship and lovey dovey love with darling to make up for her lack of a true normal childhood or basically family past.

She is totally in for you cooking, cleaning, and devoting yourself to her just as she devotes herself to you.

She likes the idea of a cute stay at home s/o, waiting for Jolyne to be there waiting to give her love, but the idea of taking her beloved everywhere outweighs that opinion.

It amazes her and really considers herself lucky that she is able to be with her darling and can be quite possessive when it comes to her s/o. Takes advantage of that domesticity and truly wants it to herself.

She loves to sit and watch you do what you do best at. It really intrigues her. (Anything with her darling intrigues her.)

A lot of PDA, you thought Josuke was bad but like Jolyne is worse. At least Josuke would draw the line of making out in public. Jolyne is all for it and more.

If it’s true love why hold back?

Gappy:

You were there when he awoke without his memory.

He was extremely happy for your support and help with his memory loss.

Darling's kindness is the thing that really made him fall for you.

Your domestic trait really brings him comfort and happiness with how you are so kind and cute in a house-like setting.

Nicknames are a must along with cute gestures of affection between you two.

It starts out slow like Jotaro a bit but then ten folds just like his other timeline counterpart Josuke.

Once he is down for his s/o it kinda just never stops.

You have nothing to counteract that rapid decline because you literally have everything he could really ask for from someone.

Loves trying his s/o’s cooking/baking, it’s like he is already living in that setting of being bound together for life with her.

Being with Gappy is a lot more tame than the other yan jojo’s because to me he would be a chill yandere yet still hold those delusional wanting to be with darling tendencies.