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Hi! Can you write Jotaro reacting to his small s/o cursing out someone twice their size in their own native language? I think his reaction would be funny if he could tell that the victim was trying to insult them and then his s/o goes off

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Jotaro Kujo x gn! small! reader

Omg yesssss

Since you didn't say which Jotaro, Imma just choose the SDC one

Also, this is my first request ever on this platform- and I just recently joined so----yee thank you, I hope that is what you wanted & I hope you enjoy

TW: a bit of swearing

Japanese

Readers native language

I suck at titles, help

Tiny body with a big voice

Jotaro watched (Y/N) as they waddled infront of him, excitement clear in their face.

It's been a very long time since they were in their homecountry, let alone the city they were born and spent their whole childhood in. (Y/N) could barely contain their emotions as they walked through all too familiar streets, passed all too familiar buildings, many of them looking the exact same as they remembered.

The (Y/HC)-haired turned around, walking backwards, to look at Jotaro. "I'm so excited to show you around! There are so many cool, abandoned places I used to play detectives with my childhood friends! Oh, we could go to my favorite food place too! I swear, their food is the. best!"

The corners of Jotaro's mouth rose ever so slightly, only visible to those who pay very close attention to it. He, too, could feel a slight tingle of excitement in his stomach, not only because (Y/N)'s excitement was so contagious, but because he was geniunely interested to find out more about his lover's country, culture and childhood.

They have been lovingly pestering him for months about flying to their homecountry, wanting to travel with him without having to stress out about possible stand user attacks.

He couldn't fight back a smile at his lover's wide grin and bone-breaking hug when he finally said 'yes' to the idea, covering it up with a tilt of his cap and his signature "Yare yare daze..."

"Just don't get us lost.", his deep voice paired with his intimidating resting face made a few people around them stare, slightly concerned for the (Y/HC)-haired, since they were so short and seemed so fragile, easily broken physically and mentally. The fact that the people didn't understand a word they said didn't make things better.

(Y/N) just giggled and took the black-haired's huge hands in their much smaller ones and began to lead him down the road, ignoring all the stares.

The taller one let them drag him from place to place, listening to them rambling on and on about whatever they had to say, occasionly adding something from his own childhood suitable for the conversation.

It was safe to say that the both of them were happy with their choice to travel there. They opened up more and more to each other, strengthening their bond and relationship.

As it was getting darker they decided to head back to the hotel they checked in earlier that day. The (Y/EC)-eyed one swung theirs and Jotaro's hand back and forth a bit, a slight skip in their step.

The black-haired wondered how they still got so much energy after walking around the whole day, climbing hills and jumping around on playgrounds.

"Oh? Isn't that the little midget? Oh, it is!"

(Y/N) stopped dead in their track, immediately recognizing that voice. Jotaro stopped as well and looked down to his better half, confused, before locking eyes with the source of the voice.

It was a teenager with a buzz cut, a little shorter than Jotaro. He had a smug grin on his face as he stepped closer to the couple, his hands in the pockets of his jeans jacket. "Oh, would you look at that? You were able to get yourself a living ladder."

"Go away, Drake, your insults are lame."

He stopped right infront of them and slightly leaned over (Y/N), throwing a shadow over them, "I just try to go easy on you. Don't want you to start crying and cause a scene.", his grin grew a bit. Jotaro didn't understand a single word and just stared the guy down, having the feeling he was trouble.

"I hate you with every inch of my body, you know that?"

"Thank god, that aint't a lot of inches then.", he laughed and then turned his attention to the taller male, "But seriously, you must be retarded if you hang out with that dwerf...You even listening? Man, your mind seems to be fucked up just like your choice of clothi-”

"Would you shut the fuck up!?"

Both of the boys slightly flinched at their sudden outburst. Even Jotaro's eyes widened slightly, never in the world would he have expected that his lover was even able to be so loud.

The (Y/HC)-haired pressed their index finger against Drake's chest, "Listen up, Buddy. Take all your self-doubt and go talk to someone instead of letting out your frustration on others! I am sick of being your god damn punching bag!"

Jotaro listened with widened eyes. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but seeing his lover so angry and passionate about what they were saying made him a little proud. He coulodn't help it but to cheer them on internally.

Especially seeing how small Drake suddenly seemed to be, compared to (Y/N), completely taken aback from their words.

(Y/N) rarely stood up for themself, both Jotaro and Drake knew that, making that situation even more surprising and scary, mostly for Drake.

After their yelled speech, Drake wasted no time and got out of there. They sighed and ran a hand through their hair, "Sorry about that...", they muttered as they looked up at their boyfriend. He, however, was still stuck thinking about the way they were glaring at that guy, not sure if he actually found it cute in a way or downright terrifying.

The black-haired tilted the brim of his cap downward, muttering, "Yare yare daze...", under his breath.

That was an interesting day for sure.

Can you write a platonic scenario where reader helps Kakyoin with a crossdressing dare put forth by Oldseph? I'd like to imagine that he thought that no one can top Tequila Joseph. Too bad Reader knows exactly how to make Kak look good!!

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Noriaki Kakyoin x gn! reader

I love this one!

And I'm so glad I'm a cosplayer, so I know a few things about make-up :'D

Oh, and I made reader Jotaro's sibling, just so this could work better- 

And this takes place after they defeated DIO, but everyone is alive and yeah

Hope this is what you wanted & hope you enjoy

Tequila Noriaki

None of them knew how they got there, but all of the Stardust Crusaders sat in a circle, listening to Joseph telling them about how he saved the world when he was only 18. Even Joraro was listening to his grandpa's rambling until a certain point in the story.

"But in order to get into that building I had to get past those guards, so I dressed up as a hot chick, with make-up and everything, and tried my luck. I even brought tequila!"

"What now?", (Y/N) asked while the others looked at each other with confused or slightly disgusted expressions, picturing the old man all dressed up in a tight dress.

Joseph raised his hand, "My plan was foolproof!"

"Doesn't seem like it! You could've easily knocked them down with your hamon, or whatever, or am I wrong?", Polnareff interjected. "Well, I ended up doing that because they saw through my disguise."

Avdol placed a hand on his forehead as Kakyoin frowned and Jotaro did his signature move. (Y/N) and Polnareff couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! At least I looked fine as heck! No one could've done that better than me."

"As if. Kakyoin would've looked at least 10-times better and would've probaly fooled those guards.", the (Y/HC)-haired said with confidence, pointing to said male who replied with an, "Excuse me?"

Everyone looked at Kakyoin, but Joseph scoffed and crossed his arms, "You kids sure play too much video games. Your eyesight is clearly messed up."

"Come on!", the (Y/EC)-eyed began, "Look at him! He got such a pretty face! Also, he isn't as buff as you, much slimmer." Kakyoin only looked at them, brows furrowed, but eyes slightly widened. "I only believe it when I see it.", Joseph stated.

"Do I have a say in this?", Kakyoin spoke, looking at (Y/N) who seemed to already think about how they could make him top Tequila Joseph.

After some back and forth, Noriaki gave in, saying, "I guess it could be an interesting experience." (Y/N) grinned and stood up, grabbing the hand of the red head before pulling him to their room. "So glad I practiced sewing in Jotaro's size."

They told Kakyoin to sit down on their desk chair while they went back to they brother to ask where he put the clothes they sewed. Noriaki raised an eyebrow when they got back, a pile of clothing in their arms. "So, what do I have to expect?", he asked with a small smile on his face.

"I think we should keep everything basic. Not too over the top, but not too natural either.", they answered, a hand on their chin, "So I guess for the make-up...Maybe a bit of red eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner...and maybe a little bit of lipstick too. You're skin is almost flawless, so I don't really think we need foundation, but I will use powder."

The 17-year-old nodded, not understanding everything they said, but enough for him to mentally prepare himself. "Don't worry, I'm a pro. Jotaro is a great brother, you know?", (Y/N) reassured, grinning. The last comment made him chuckle, "Is that so?"

The (Y/HC)-haired nodded before pointing at Kakyoin's clothes, "You should probably take the jacket off first. You don't want them to get dirty." While the red-haired took of his uniform jacket, (Y/N) set up the make-up, putting the supplies on their desk next to them.

Kakyoin sat down again, now in his undershirt, and laid his hands in his lap. (Y/N) pulled up another chair and sat infront of him, so they were eye to eye.

"You ready?", they asked, grabbing a concealer fitting Noriaki's skin-tone. "Yes. Should I close my eyes?" "Yup, that'd be good."

He closed his eyes, only slightly nervous, he trusted his good friend after all. He trusted them with his life and to not make him look like a clown. The concealer was opened with a quiet 'pop' before (Y/N) applied the liquid on Kakyoin's eyelids with the little brush, Kakyoin's eyes twitching a bit, blending it out afterward with a brand new sponge. "That is the base, so the color applies better and is more visible.", they muttered and closed the concealer again, putting it away and grabbing their eyeshadow pallet and a brush.

"What are you doing now?", Kakyoin asked, to prepare himself and to satisfy his curiousity as to how to do ones make-up. "The eyeshadow. I'll start with the lightes red I have and apply it on your whole eyelid." Noriaki hummed in response and waited for a sensation on his eyelid.

After they were done with that, they took a darker shade of red, applying it to the outer corners of their friend's eyes, going along the crease to about the middle of his eyes.

They blended the colors, adding another darker shade of red. They let Kakyoin have a look at himself in the mirror. It was an unfamiliar look, for sure but he thought it was looking rather good on him. He told (Y/N) that which made them proud of their work.

"Nice! Then let's continue with the eyeliner."

Kakyoin closed his eyes again as (Y/N) grabbed their eyeliner and opened it. "You have to sit very still for this.", they told him, raising a hand to his face to hold it in place. "I'm starting now."

The red head tried his best to stay as still as possible, not wanting his friend to screw up now. To his surprise, (Y/N) seemed to do quick work with the eyeliner, sliding the tip from the middle of his eyes to the outer corner, making a little wing, before filling it in. "Told you, I was a pro. You can open your eyes now.", they snickered which made Kakyoin chuckle and open his eyes.

"You look so prettyyyy.", the (Y/EC)-eyed said and grabbed the mascara. Noriaki took a glance at the mirror and smiled, "You really are doing a great job."

After putting the mascara on Kakyoin's eyelashes, a bit of lipstick on his lips and setting everything with powder, the (Y/HC)-haired stood up and looked through the pile of clothing they threw on their bed before for a suitable outfit.

The teenager joined them on the hunt, holding up a few things that might suit him. Not after too long they settled on a light pink dress. Since it was a bit too big for him they decided to wrap a shawl like thing around his waist.

(Y/N) took a few steps back to look at their friend, "You look gorgeus, oh my god." Kakyoing slightly wrapped his arms around himself as he walked to the body lenght mirror in the room, looking at himself from different angles, "I can't help but agree with you.", he chuckled.

"WHOA!!", Polnareff was the first one to see Tequila Noriaki as (Y/N) and him re-entered the room where all of this began. "(Y/N) did a really great job. You look amazing, Kakyoin.", Avdol said, smiling. Jotaro only nodded.

All eyes landed on Joseph who was staring at Kakyoin with wide eyes. He didn't want to admit that he was looking good, let alone better than himself in a dress. Joseph crossed his arms over his chest  and looked to the side, "Not too bad, I guess."

Ghiaccio x gn! reader

Idk, I wanted to write a Mista x reader first, but after writing the first part I thought about my lil quriks n this happened-

TW: Swear words, yelling, him judging you lol

Happy ending I swear

Questioning You

"So...you like tomato flavored things, including ketchup, crisps, tomato sauce, ect."

You nodded.

"But...you don't like tomatoes."

You nodded again.

"HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!! IT'S JUST HOW IT IS!!", you whined at your boyfriend.

"WELL IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME!!", Ghiaccio continued to yell. You threw your head back, "Why do you keep yelling at meeeeeeee?"

"Because this is fucking bullshit!", he started to gesticulate with his hands, "Almost everything you do doesn't make any sense!"

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, "Yeah? For example?"

Ghiaccio brought his hands up to his face in a praying gesture before inhaling deeply.

"First off, your wear two different socks. Who the fuck does that?? THEY SELL MATCHING ONES FOR A FUCKING REASON!!!"

You rolled your eyes, "Wearing matching ones is just boring."

"Second, you eat finger food with chopsticks. With fucking chopsticks! FINGER FOOD!!! WITH FUCKING CHOPSSTICKS!!!"

You held up your hands in defense, "I just don't like having those little crumps on my hand...and it's kind of fun to eat with chopssticks."

"Third, after you combed your hair, you ruffle them up again! WHY DO YOU COMB YOUR HAIR WHEN YOU JUST RUFFLE THEM UP AGAIN!?"

You ran a hand through your hair, "I comb it to get the little knots out, but my hair is too flat for my liking afterwards. So I make 'em a bit fluffy again."

"Fourth, you eat ham with butter on a croissant. MEAT ON A SWEET PASTRY!!"

You pressed your index fingers together, "It tastes awesome..."

This went on and on and on untill about point 60. Ghiaccio was already about to loose his voice from all that screaming, face red and slightly sweating.

You crossed your arms and looked to the side, "Do you really hate all of that about me?"

"What?", a bit of shock mixed itself with the irritated expression on his face, "I- No! I never said I hated- I-" He kept cutting himself off, staring at his hands as if he could read what he wanted to say off of them.

"It's kinda cute, but still fucking weird.", the blue-haired finally mumbled. You looked at him, him returning the gaze in a nervous manner.

"So all that yelling was out of love?", you asked with sparkling eyes.

Your lover frowned slightly, blinking a few times.

"...Yes."

Joshu Higashikata x gn! trans! reader

I love this rat.

Fight me.

Actually, please don't. Just except it.

TW: mentions of deadname and deadpronounce

Happy ending tho

Headcanon: Him having a trans s/o

when you tell him you're trans, he doesn't accept it at first

not in the sense of "you're going to hell" tho

he just has nooo idea what exactly you're going through and what it means to be trans

Joshu thinks you're going to change completely, like you're becoming a whole new person

definitely doesn't like the fact you don't want him to call you by nicknames that have something to do with your deadname

also not really happy about the fact that you want to change your looks, like haircut, clothing...

you tried to explain everything to him, but those thoughts kinda prevented him to really understand

Joshu really started to get upset when you start to hang out with, idk, Josuke more and seem to be more comfortable around him, since he doesn't deadname or misgender you like Joshu does

you two kind of drift apart, which isn't a really nice experience since you're in a romantic relationship, but Joshu texts and sometimes calls you daily, asking to hang out and why you are acting so strange around him

it doesn't matter if or if you don't answer him, he starts to get angry and decides to confront josuke (or any other person you hang out with more)

"Why is (deadname) always hanging out with you instead of me!? What do you have that I don't!? (dead pronounce) is my (deadpr)-friend, damnit!"

Josuke explains everything from the top, Joshu starts to understand everything a bit better after a few minutes (well enough to know how much he hurt you)

he immediately calls you as he joggs to your place to apologize

Joshu repeats everything he could remember in his head to not make a wrong move

doesn't matter if you pick up the phone or not, he ends up infront of your door, knocking the hell out of it

"(dea-) no- (Y/N)! It's me! Joshu! Your boyfriend! Please let me in!"

you let him in and he throws himself at you

he may not use direct words to apologize since he's eager to know everthing

he wants to be your number 1 person to go to regarding everything, and also your most favorite person

"so...you're a...what exactly...?"

you explain everything, how you feel exactly and things he shouldn't ask a trans person, how to word certain thing, ect...

"so you go by (prounounce)?"

if you go by multiple pronounce or neopronounce or sth, you have to explain how to use them in a sentence

Now with that out of the way-

threatens everybody who deadnames, mispronounces you or says anything bad about the lgbtq+ community (the threats are either hella stupid or downright terrifying and detailed)

researches on the topic transgender on his own

goes shopping for clothes for you with and without you

as far as I know- the Higashikata fam has a lot of money, so it shouldn't be a problem to purchase a good quality binder if you need one

any object that makes you feel more comfortable really

everytime one of his siblings ask you a question like "do you want to take hormones" and tuff like that, he switches to protective mode

"hey, you can't just ask (pronounce) questions like that!"

he himself has to hold himself back to not ask those questions himself tho, if you're not comfortable in answering them

but he demands new nicknames for you, cause he wants to call you by a nickname

so you two sit together and try to come up with some

also, he starts to get confused about his sexuality, he thought he was straight/gay all this time

Aaahhh

Can i request jojos from part 1 to 5 having a s/o thats basically like childe( tartaglia) from genshin impact?

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I feel like I've seen smore (genshin character) like reader than any other ogrids0fgou not a bad thing, just an observation

jgfodsijgfoid watch me regret making this into scenarios dsijfosjf M sorry, Josuke and Giorno barely got any sentences, so I decided to cut them out

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TW: tiny mention of blood in Joseph's & Jotaro's part

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Joseph Joestar x gn! reader

Jotaro Kujo x gn! reader

Family

Someone could list off all dark traits about you, all the violence, all the mischief, all betrayal, and still, Jonathan would look at you with eyes that hold nothing, but love. He believes actions don't determine good or bad, but instead the reasoning behind them, as well as the person's feelings. A thief isn't automatically a bad person, for example, they might be starving or try to save someone with medicine.

He didn't see any reason to put you with the bad people. While your ways might seem kind of...unnecessarily brutal at times, what's in your heart has become clear to him. The way you care for your family...the first time he witnessed you playing with a relative way younger than you, he could feel his heart melt. Jonathan did not hesitate to agree to play along with the image you put up infront of your family. After all, you do it to keep them safe, to keep them happy and with no worries.

Although, he does talk to you about it from time to time. Because on the other side, even though your intentions cause no direct harm towards them, they're your family. And they deserve to know what your're going through. For your sake as well. But he is in no place to tell you what to do, hence why he plays along and only ever gives you little nudges.

The lenghts you go to protect your family is admirable to him and he would not hesitate to jump in to assist if it was ever needed. After all, you would do the same.

Trick Up Your Sleeve

"(Y/N)!!"

Joseph was watching you crash into a wrecked hut, a good distance away. Ceasar was doing his best to hold him back from barging in your direction, "Don't involve yourself, it's (Y/N) battle to fight!" Grinding his teeth, the brunette continued to stare, eyes looking for you. He knew this fight was personal, part of your duty, and something you genuinely enjoyed, but he wouldn't dare letting you get hurt beyond repair.

Your enemy panted, forcing out a chuckle, "Got you at last..."

That's when the wodden planks of the hut started to shake, light illuminating through the gaps. They gasped, almost choking on the blood in their mouth. You broke free with a roar, sending the planks flying in all directions. Joseph's breath got caught in his throat. He took in your form...You were much bigger, looking almost inhuman with the mask planted on your face. Was this really you??

"What the hell is going on!?"

"It's the last trick up their sleeve.", Ceasar explained calmly, finally letting go of the other, "I don't know the details myself, only that they rarely actually use it."

Your enemy was frozen from shock, all the color left their face. They could barely hold themself up from all the blows they already recieved. And you...You looked perfectly fine, steadily walking up to them while drawing your weapon once again.

It was over.

"What the heck was that thing you were doing!? Why didn't you tell me about that before!? I'm your boyfriend! You gotta tell me!", Joseph was all over you, kneeling beside the couch you were laying on. You were still feeling extremely drained, but you stopped panting at least, "You don't just reveal your biggest weapon.", you replied with a smug smile. Joseph pouted, leaning closer to your face, "Then how does Ceasar know about it?"

You chuckled, "We've known eachother for years. He saw me use it maybe three times in total? Really, it's nothing personal, buddy."

The brunette crossed his arms as he leaned back again, "I guess it was a cool plot twist.", he grinned, "Just wait, I'll leave you surprised, absolutely baffled next time we face a foe!" And it became a challenge to both.

Violence

While this is not the language Jotaro prefers to speak, violence plays a huge part on the mission to save his mother. And you, his partner, happen to speak that language fluently. You've been dubbed bloodthirsty by numerous students in your school, leaving those who only knew you by your less dark side in confusion.

Your fight spirit paired with your experiences gives Jotaro enough reason to be able to depend on you. You could control yourself when you needed, and knew when you could let loose to dispose of your enemies quick. You were on a time schedule after all.

The sound of your panting used to be foreign to your boyfriend, but he grew acustomed to it during the trip to egypt. The joy on your face was an odd sight, giving the situation. He managed to look past that, however. He knew you cared. You chuckled as you looked up to him from your position on the floor, "That was quite fun, wasn't it?"

Instead of answering you, he let himself sink to the floor next to you, and let you lean against him. A sigh fell from your lips as silence was about to arise, "I know this is different from what you used to see from me. I mean- more extreme.", you tilted your head to look up at him again, "Do you still want to be with me?"

Jotaro glanced at you from out of the corner of his eye, "You should rest and wipe the blood off your face."

Hello :O,,, can you do Jotaro with little brother reader; Reader looks up to and always just clings to Jotaro??

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Jotaro Kujo x male! reader

Headcanon: with a clingy younger brother

To Jotaro, there is nothing more annoying than a little brat clinging on him 24/7, lucky for (Y/N) however, he gets the family exception. Jotaro still acts as if he was just endlessly annoyed, but, like their mother, (Y/N) knows he’s loved by his older brother

Due to his bullying experiences, he actually kind of prefers his little brother close, not as close as he actually is, but it's okay

It gives him a sense of security knowing (Y/N) is okay and being able to protect him if anything were to happen

He uses the fact his little brother looks up to him as an adventage, actually

Jotaro doesn't want him to depend on him, or need him for protection forever, that's why he actively teaches him self defense, using his little brother’s admiration to keep him motivated through it all

(Y/N), of course, his so happy to spend quality time with his big bro and have him teach him to be just as strong as he is, but his clinginess doesn't falter much, if at all

It’s an emotional attachment, after all. (Y/N) doesn’t cling to Jotaro just because he thinks he’s cool, but rather because he cares for him, loves him

Believe me when I say; hell broke loose when Jotaro just suddenly disappeared, leaving (Y/N) alone with their sick mother and strangers taking care of her. He was confused, scared, hurt. It wasn’t above him to try and sneak out, but after some convincing, he ended up staying to make sure his mother was okay

Once Jotaro returned- things changed. He learned a certain thing on his deathly journey, among many other things. To treasure the people you have in the here and now.

While still not being completely open with what he’s feeling, he opened up a bit, opening his arms more for his little brother, being less stern with him. Just, show him what he knew all along; that he loved him

Dreams Come True.

Yan Giorno x F Reader.

Synopsis: Giorno likes to hold you close sometimes in his dreams… and in his dreams alone, because the real you doesn’t let him. It’s fine though, he tells himself.

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, and kidnapping.

Word Count: 1.5k.

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There is a small door hidden behind Giorno’s vanity.

He does not reside in the master bedroom anymore–as he willingly chose to accommodate you with the privileges he no longer possesses. You’d make better use of it than he ever did, he thought. The once bare walls now have bookshelves all around, antiques sitting prettily up high on unreachable shelves, and there are soft piano sounds coming from the radio he gave you. Though if you ever wanted to learn piano yourself he would gladly hire a tutor for you, albeit one who has sworn a blood oath and has been a trusted staff member of his for years.

Giorno’s new bedroom is as empty as the last, with only writing utensils and piles upon piles of paper stacked on his sole desk, the trash can underneath be full of torn letters Giorno will have someone burn later. He has only dared to send you perhaps two letters, both of which were instantly sent back to whence they came. One of the letters was sent when you had first arrived here, being placed underneath the tiny slit between the floor and the door. It was past dinner time then, and since the guards stationed outside your quarters had heard no movement from inside your room, they had told the nearest butler that you were most likely asleep and would not be reading the letter until the morning.

Giorno had some second thoughts once he had heard the news, and nearly instantly wanted the letter to be rewritten, seeing it as an opportunity to fix mistakes visible to only him. That very butler opened the door with his assigned key and then saw you huddled in the corner covered by a blanket. The butler had asked if you had seen the letter on the floor, and you said you did not want to read it.

Very well, Miss [First].

The butler locked the door when he was done with his task, escorting the letter gently in his gloved palms like it was an esteemed guest.

Giorno tore the paper to shreds, throwing it into the trash can like the many others that had come before it. Dozens of them all written within a week, even though you hadn’t been here for nearly a day. Some are more eloquent than others. Some are just mere scribbles, signs of Giorno’s frustration at himself. If he could, he would have torn himself to shreds too. However, something in the back of his mind said that that was the coward’s way out, and if he were not here who else would be able to protect you?

No one. You’ll be all alone. A baby bird waiting for its mother to come back with worms. You’d chirp and chirp, desperate, but no one would help you. He can hear it now.

The second letter was sent just now, with the very same butler holding it gently in his hands. Giorno can hear the small heels of his shoes as he walks down the hall to the master bedroom. He looks at the vanity, choosing to ignore all of the clutter on it and instead pushing it toward the far right corner of the room. There the door was. It was dustier than when Giorno had seen it last, but he did not mind it in the slightest. 

The key to it was inside a copy of one of your favorite books. Chapter VIII, page 93. This part had one of your favorite quotes. Giorno knows it all too well, he spent day and night reading this novel again and again after all. 

“Oh yes,” said the other mother. “I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back.”

A rather grim quote you chose, but Giorno does not judge your interests.

The key is colder than the one used to open the door to your bedroom. It’s heavier and darker too. But it goes into the lock just as smoothly with a thunk.

The hallway beyond is dark. There is dust floating in the air, and a stinky, musty smell. 

Tucking his feet beneath him as he crawls, Giorno closes the door behind him. He doesn’t lock it, however. No one has ever seen where this corridor leads, and Giorno would rather die than have someone destroy his paradise.

Perhaps one day it will be yours too.

“I don’t want it.”

“Miss [First], while I do understand this situation has been less than acceptable for you, you must at least try to understand that the master has been attempting to be accommodating for you.” Giorno hears the butler say.

“I agree with Franz.” The head maid adds.

“I don’t care what you think,” You reply. Giorno can practically hear you gripping the skirt of your dress. “I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. All of you can just go to hell.”

When Giorno places his right ear on the other side of the tiny corridor, he hears a slight squeak. It seems your vanity was not placed correctly, something he will have a servant remedy soon. Its purpose is supposed to be the same as Giorno’s; to keep this sacred place hidden from you until it is time.

“That isn’t very kind. If you really cannot read this letter at the moment, it shall be placed on your writing desk, and you will read it by tomorrow night. Is this a fair arrangement?”

“Just what part of that is fair?”

Someone sighed then. Giorno is unsure as to who made the sound. The butler and you? You and the head maid? There are infinite possibilities for that very question. It lingers at the back of his mind, yearning to be scratched.

He hears your door close, and that is the very signal he needs. He crawls back through the tunnel to his bedroom and locks the entrance with the very same key. The key retreats to page 93 once again. Giorno then places it on the highest shelf. His mission is accomplished.

“Did you hear everything, Master?” The butler asks through Giorno’s bedroom door. “I can catch you up on details if that is not the case if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, I did. Grazie.”

He hears the butler’s shoes clacking as he leaves this part of the mansion.

He, in turn, sighs.

“Master,” A high-pitched voice calls, accompanied by a soft knock. “I brought you your dinner.”

Giorno does not respond. Instead, he sits on the chair beside his writing desk. His eyes meet the ceiling. There are images of clouds, rainbows, and most importantly cherubs, their bright red cheeks and happy smiles stirring something from within him. 

He wants what they have. Pure joy.

But because of that, Giorno considers hiring someone to repaint the ceiling.

“Master?”

Giorno closes his eyes, not wanting to see the bleak reality anymore.

“Master?” A male voice asks, knocking on the door louder than the woman. “Master? Are you alright? Clervie brought you your supper. It is your favorite. Spaghetti al nero di seppia.”

Giorno lets his imagination run free within the depths of his mind. He sees you kissing his cheek, and him kissing yours. He sees you two huddling by the fireplace during the winter months with hot cups of tea. He sees you looking outside the dining room’s largest window to see the stars and moon. He sees himself watching you, not willing to break the peaceful image.

He is truly unworthy of you, that much is true. But if he is unworthy of you, everyone else is just more unworthy than he is.

“Master? Are you alright? Do you want Clervie to come back later?”

Giorno speaks up, slouching forward in his seat. “I’m sorry, but I am just not hungry at the moment.”

The butler hums. “Alright… then have a good night, Master.”

“You too, Franz.” He answers. “And… you too, Clervie.”

When they leave, Giorno relaxes once more in his chair. Little by little, the surrounding sounds vanish. They are replaced with auras fading from black to blue to pink and then to teal. He starts snoring a few moments later. Absolute bliss for someone who has been stressed out for weeks on end.

“...[First]...”

The last thing he sensed from the real world was the candle on his desk, smelling like a warm day on the beach.

It isn’t an easy time going back into consciousness. Those same auras Giorno saw with his eyes closed are still there when he arises from his slumber. Black. Blue. Pink. Teal. If it had been a pleasant dream, perhaps Giorno would have even found it beautiful.

He rubs his eyes. “Ugh…”

The first thing he recognizes in his vision is the pictures of you on the vanity, still out of place from hours before. He remembers nothing of his dream, as always. That is, aside from one thing. Your voice, for once soft and focused on him.

I love you.

“Hm…” He grumbles. 

“Master?” The second thing he recognizes is Franz’s signature knock. “It’s urgent. [First] has–”

With the sound of your name, Giorno rises quicker than someone coming back from the dead.

jojos 1-6 — character aesthetics ;

jonathan joestar is …

gentle kisses before drifting to sleep. the scent of rosewater, spice, and english lavender. freshly-baked pastries and exotic tea in the gardens. neatly combed hair, and a single strand that refuses to be tamed. bear hugs and peppered kisses. the smell of freshly-pressed shirts. dried ink and fresh parchment. poetic confessions. slow dances, overwhelmed with love. candle-lit dinners. piggyback rides and the taste of cotton-candy. soft smiles and longing glances. overwhelmed by memories, crying at midnight.

joseph joestar is …

the thrill of adventure. the scent of peppermint, citrus, and sandalwood. an inextinguishable fire in his eyes. observant glances, hidden behind a sunshine smile. soft socks, warm feet. being friends with everyone. boisterous laughter that fills the room. drunken confessions and accidental kisses. hugs from behind. love at first sight. fast dancing, with dips and twirls. flirty winks, wandering touches. gentle gasps, and the rustling of sheets. stomach filled with butterflies. staying awake for too long. forgetting to say ‘i love you’. lost friends, and the nightmares that follow. bitter loneliness and alcohol.

jotaro kujo is …

black coffee hiding a single tablespoon of crystal sugar. the anchoring scent of sea water, nicotine, and petrichor. moonlight against ocean, sand beneath foot. seafoam and seashells. late nights with dog-eared pages and ambient music. warm turtlenecks by the fireplace. kisses with a hint of saltwater. paranoia and danger and sacrifice. mournful gazes set upon the night sky. neck kisses and coffee dates. chaos and beauty and everything in between. heartbreak and castle walls. broken promises, unsent letters. memento moris. the responsibility of great power.

josuke higashikata is …

warm arms wrapped around your waist. sweet goodbye kisses, pressed against your forehead, and lovely hello kisses, pressed against your lips. the scent of hairspray, fresh laundry, and a hint of cologne. soft hair, tousled and undone by the wind, and the accompanying click of tongue against teeth. jeans, torn at the knee. half-empty bottles of hair gel. midday naps, staying up late. fingers smashing the controller buttons. nuzzling into your neck and whispering gibberish. hurried handwriting, passing notes in class. paper airplanes, lighters, and midnight walks. carefree smiles, subtle sadness.

giorno giovanna is …

sunlight hidden behind clouds. the scent of fresh bouquets, old books, and dark chocolate. rich soils, fresh fauna, and a hidden waterfall. morning-born birdsong and the rustling of leaves. soft grass underneath fingertips. boyish charms and a voice like liquid gold. hawk-like eyes, knowing smiles. the scent of bakeries and bookstores. the welcome of a home-cooked meal. nature walks, wooden cabins away from sight. flowers pressed between pages, preserved. bullet journals and sticky notes. righteous heart, disingenuous smiles. old scars, heart of gold behind bars. being scared of opening up.

jolyne kujo is …

pink cheeks and a starry gaze, full of dreams and desires. the scent of soap, lipstick, and fresh vanilla. bruised knuckles and scraped knees, hidden behind cute band aids. vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles. brightly-colored contacts, and fresh hair dyes. leather skirts, fishnets, and combat boots, slightly frayed at the sole. neon eyeliner and oversized sweatshirts. dancing the night away. lost hair ties, later found on her wrist. smeared lipstick and blood. hopeful gazes set upon the ocean. old picture frames, torn pictures. longing and never receiving.

Ya'll, should I add Pokémon, Death Note, and Percy Jackson to my writing list?

I have ideas and want to expand the blog, so I need thoughts.

Hello! I was wondering if I could please request something with Joseph Joestar where he flirts with the reader ALL THE TIME and flusters them until one day reader musters up the courage to flirt back and this time it’s him who is super flustered?? Either part 2 or 3 Joseph is fine with me, and gender neutral or female reader is also totally fine :) no worries if this is something that you don’t want to write, but if you do, thank you so much in advance taking my request!! <3

Notes: Very Nice!~ I almost always see a post like this with Joseph, but I don't mind it.! This will be part 2 Joseph with a G/N reader, and I'm super excited to see the reactions. Don't be afraid to send more!

☆Stupid Flirt☆

Life wasn't easy to say the least. Being a friend of Lisa Lisa and Suzi Q was nice, dealing with Joseph and Ceaser were a different story. "You two are going to kill yourselves with how rechless they are." you often say as you watch them get into all sorts of shenanigans while practicing their hamon.

Joseph was a flirt, everyone knew. But the weird thing was that he only flirted with you. He always gave you compliments and treated you like royalty. But one day, you had enough.

You were watching the sun set over the horizon when Joseph came to see you. "Hey there gorgeous! What is a pretty thing like you doing out here?" You looked back at him and said with a smile, "I'm just watching the sunset, that's all." He chucked and walked over towards you, leaning against the balcony frame. "So, how's the best person in the world doing tonight?" He said with a smirk as he looked over at you. You smiled and said in a playful tone as you put your hand on top of his. "I don't know, how are you doing tonight, Joseph?"

Joseph was shocked, he wasn't expecting this at all. His flirting backfired and went back to him. His face was beet red and he was stammering things out loud, still trying to process what was going on. You chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheek and said before walking away to head to bed, "Stupid flirt."

Signing off: Akki-san~