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can I have #13, #21, #27 with kakyoin, you can whatever you want 😏

Yandere Kakyoin x Reader

Prompts #13, #21, #27

The past cannot stay dead forever.

The trip to Egypt crushed you and your remaining companions. Not only had your friends lost their friends who were like family to them, you had lost the love of your life. It had all happened so fast. You all had confronted Dio with you first up to bat to stop him in his tracks to destroy your teammates, the next second you were knocked out on the cool concrete of Egypt’s streets. During that time of forced slumber, your lover had taken a fatal blow and had bled out on the rooftop above you. By the time you woke you were in an ambulance next to your best friend and his grandfather. The breaking news hit you like a train leaving you in a sobbing mess. To think that one minute you were cheering each other on and showering each other in sweet fantasies, the next to never be able to feel his sweet touches of love. It was over. You could never get it back, you could never hear his sweet words of love and adoration.

When you all arrived at the airport to part with each other, you all promised to stay in contact and visit from time to time. Yet after a few months of on and off calls and greetings, that promise was broken too. They were your only support after the aftermath of Dio’s plan. The only support you had was gone, just like Kakyoin.

You sat in your studio apartment, the place cluttered with paints of all sorts and small mini cartons of noodles to satiate your hunger. A freshly graduate student and freshman into a college of arts you were. You carried your distant lover's dream and painted what your heart yearned for. You’ve come to learn that Jotaro had gone to study marine biology and had meant an American woman. At least someone was lucky in the field of love.

Currently you are laying on your twin sized bed in the corner of your apartment. Lately you have been getting odd senses of deja vu and the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. You looked around your studio apartment for a lurking pair of eyes, to see nothing. Summoning your stand, you were not able to locate where the watchful pair of eyes had been coming from. Letting out a sigh and shake of your head, you slump down on the bed once again. Maybe it was the paranoia getting to you from all the stress of your deadlines, or maybe it was the effects of post-Egypt trip.

Getting up, you threw on a reasonable outfit for the day and got ready to look presentable for your classmate who was going to help you on the assignment which was due in the next few days. You had only known Masaru for a few weeks, but he was a lovely guy who was also reasonably attractive. Maybe it was now time for you to move on after your past lover, he probably would have wanted you to move on as well.

Exiting your apartment with keys in hand you heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you. Snapping your head around you saw nothing behind you. Picking up your pace again, the footsteps continued until you stopped to turn around again. You called your stand your and began to book it towards your destination. The footsteps in sync with yours as your legs moved back and forth speeding you up. Once you finally got to the small cafe, you opened the door and hunched over catching your breath. “H-Hey (Y/N) are you alright?!”

You looked up to see Masaru looking down at you in concern. His eyebrows hunched together as he drew closer to you to help you stand straight. Approaching you, he seemed to have slipped on something causing him to face plant into the ground next to your form. You immediately bent down to the male on the floor next to you exclaiming your concerns for him. “I-I’m fine…I don’t know what happened though?” Masaru expressed confusion as he looked over to the place he had once stood. “There’s nothing there?”

Laughing a little helps steady your ragged breathing as you reach your hand out to the floor-grounded male. “Here you klutz. Next time you fall don’t blame it on the imaginary object on the ground” You chuckled putting a hand up to your mouth to stop laughing any harder than you were. “Wait! I promise t-there was something there! Something wrapped around my leg and tripped me!” Masaru yelled trying to get the girl to believe him. “Sure it did, some ‘imaginary’ tentacles came out and started to seek revenge on you!” You laughed again causing the male to turn red from embarrassment. “Whatever, let’s go study now kay?”

The study session primarily went well, some moments were of confusion and others of off-track laughter. Overall you two had finished and submitted the assignment before the due deadline. Although throughout the study session, odd things kept happening that the two of you couldn’t explain. One moment Masaru’s coffee was next to the window being the furthest away from the edge, then next it was on the ground a few feet away. You were even more clueless believing it was some sort of stand doing, yet there was nothing.

Walking outside together laughing about the next funny sensation in the tabloid magazines, Masaru suddenly stopped leaving you to continue walking until realizing he wasn’t following you. Turning around you gazed upon Masaru as his hands were intertwined with each other looking quite nervous. “Hey (Y/N)...” Masaru broke the silence. “Hmm what is Masaru-kun?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

All of a sudden Masaru was on the ground clutching his cheek. You immediately ran to his side, bending over to see what the problem was. A red mark adorned his clear white skin, a red handprint the only thing visible tell-taling what happened. You shot up looking around only to see nothing. You two were the only people in the small park, no one else besides the two of you. “Masaru-Kun l-let me help you-” Then again Masaru was thrown on the ground almost as if someone had kicked his hunched form. Love Generation- you called out for your stand. She appeared next to you ready for combat, yet there was nothing to fight.

“Masaru, go home right now, we need to leave.” You announced, clutching your bag closer to you ready to book it. “B-But my question-” Masaru spoke before you interrupted him. “Oi that’s enough! Can’t you see that we’re in danger?! Leave!” You exclaimed, making the male hastily get up to run away. You ran as well towards your lonely studio apartment, the footsteps from this morning making an appearance again causing you to run even faster.

When you made it to your apartment, you swiftly took out your keys unlocking the door. Once inside you slide down the door closing your eyes easing your aching muscles. In those few moments of silence you saw a flash of green behind your closed eyelids. Snapping open your eyes you saw a faint green glowing hue in the corner of the room. The glow being the only thing combating the rest of the darkness in your apartment. You jumped out and slowly approached the light, the darkness around you not doing anything to ease your fears.

“Even after all these years, you're still as cute as I remember.”

In a flash, all the lights had snapped on making you squint your eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly opening them stood a figure, a green gakuran you remember all so in front of you. “Darling , did you miss me as much as I missed you?” All you could do was sit there in shock, your eyes wider than they could ever be in fear. There he was, your ex-boyfriend, Kakyoin Noriaki. He looked the same as you remembered except the gaping circle that was present in his torso. You could see your beige painted walls straight through him. “My darling, why are you looking at me like that?” He interrupted your panicking form. “H-How, how are you here?! What happened to you?!” You screamed, feet glued in their place. “Why is that a little rude especially since it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. A lover’s reunion I shall say.” He smiled, a playful glint appeared in his lavender eyes.

“I came back to you, shouldn’t you be happy? I’ve spent so long bending my arm and leg for you, only to have you look at me with such disgust. Afterall all, shouldn't it be me? You were with some other man cheating on me like I never existed. He even tried to ask you out, you would’ve said yes wouldn’t you?” Kakyoin spoke, similar sounding footsteps proceeded towards you before finally making it in front of you and wrapping his arms around you. The comfort you once found in them, gone. “I want this moment to last forever. You in my arms, forever for all of eternity.”

Putting two and two together, you finally gained control of your body. “It was you wasn’t it?” Kakyoin titled his head in response. “It was you wasn’t it? You hurt Masaru didn’t you? You were the one following me, your footsteps. Then after that, once I got to the cafe you started messing with him. Throwing his coffee all over the place, tripping him, the suddenly ‘unreadable’ documents…it was all you?! Not only that, you are the reason I’ve been feeling like I’ve been watched, because of you.”

Kakyoin let go of you, stepping back in order to see your face. “Why are you so upset? He was only in our way. We are lovers, we are dedicated to each other, promising to be by each other's side no matter what. I only did what was right.” He spoke, delusion filling his cold lifeless eyes. “What do you mean ‘you thought was right’? I should be happy I got to see you again after what happened, but what you did was wrong. How your thinking is wrong. Yes, you and I were in a relationship before…I was heartbroken when you died. Kakyoin, you're dead. That was three years ago. You can’t all of a sudden just come back and pretend to leave off where we left off. You hurt someone Kakyoin, someone who didn’t deserve it, someone who-”

“What’s so special about them? What makes everyone else so special and deserving of your love more than me?” Unexpectedly you saw pairs of green tendrils grab ahold of you, keeping you firmly in place.

“I’ ll make sure we are together forever…no matter what.”

Hello! May i request about yandere! jotaro,jonathan and giorno having a s/o having ptsd and having a break down when someone says gentle ( because she was sexual abuse as a child and her abuser is still out there) Sorry if this is very uncomfortable, you can delete this :) ).

awww bby this would never make me uncomfortable. don’t worry I got you covered okay? 💕

Yandere Jonathan, Jotaro, Giorno x Reader

They deal with their darling who is in need of their love and help.

Jonathan:

Jonathan would be so ever gentle and loving.

He would try to understand what you have gone through and would forever be by your side.

He reassures you all the time just in case you ever would forget.

When your breakdown starts he immediately apologies.

He never would want to turn into someone who causes you pain and distress.

You’ve already gone through so much, you don’t deserve anymore than what you’ve already gone through.

Jonathan wouldn’t ever understand if you ever need personal space, he is always glued to the hip with you.

“Darling it’s okay, it’ll all be alright…it’s over. I’m here.”

Constant hugging and sweet talk. He wants to put an end to your pain and suffering so he tries to talk to you to see if you can understand.

Seeing how much pain and fear you have just by a simple word, settles something within him.

He would put an end to his darling's fear, one way or the other.

Jotaro:

At first he wouldn’t know what to do.

He never was one to deal with someone having a breakdown or anything emotionally. He just isn’t a people person.

Yet this also is affected by which Jotaro it is.

Part 3 Jotaro is less compassionate as the other Jotaro’s would be.

He would awkwardly try to hold you, yet if you're crying…it might get to him.

Jotaro would harshly make jabs at your abuser and how much of an ‘asshole’ he was.

He would still be nice and say some comforting words, they're just not as sweet as Jonathan or Giorno. He wants to say something sweet, but they just don’t come out the way he wanted them to.

Overall he still wants to be there for you, even if it’s silently holding you and letting you listen to his steady heartbeat.

4taro would be a lot more compassionate.

He would hold you and comfort a lot more than his past self would.

He hit a mature age and he has come to acknowledge how much he loves you.

He would contact the Speedwagon Foundation for you in order to bring your abuser to justice. He wouldn’t kill them like his past self would.

Although you still have to remember that this is Jotaro we are speaking about so like I said before, he wouldn’t be as comforting as others would be.

Whatever you find comfort in he would give to you.

Expect afterwards to sit on the beach in his lap listening to the relaxing waves.

Giorno:

He would be a lot more understanding out of the three.

He had his fair share of trauma and abuse throughout his childhood. He never really got the chance to tell or vent to anyone about.

Once Giorno found out about what happened in your youth and what happened, your abuser wouldn’t be alive for much longer.

He is the head of Passione, a mafia boss, he has so many connections it would be impossible to not be tracked by him.

Giorno would remember to never again say the trigger word or anything related to it all.

Would use GER to create various flowers/plants in order to relax you. (Lavender, Jasmine, Chamomile, etc.)

He would hold you and tell you everything is okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with him.

It would only prove to you to stay close with him because of how much safety and relaxation this man gives off.

His voice is gentle and soothing, perfect for bringing you down from your recent panicked state.

He would stop whatever he was doing, busy or not, just to be by you.

Likes to promise you things of comfort, love, etc. All he wants you to know is that he is there and if you ever need his help, there he is.

Giorno just wants you to be happy, be happy with him with nothing in the way of your love.

“Andrà tutto bene…mia cara.”

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 love your fics 💜 could you please do prompts #14, #19 and #22 with Bruno bucciarati ?

here you go sweetie! i can’t get enough with these prompts, they leave sm room to think and create things! also yesss i luv bucciarati, i literally can never get enough of him 😭🙏✨💕

Yandere Bucciarati x Reader

Prompts #14, #19, #22

Bad life decisions leave your only outlet to be joining Passione. Who knew that this was yet another bad decision.

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When you moved to Naples, you did for a fresh new start and scenery from where you previously lived. Yes your family may not have been the most happy or supportful of it, but you continued to pursue your dream. It was all fun and games when you arrived, nothing could have been better than that first week there. The weather was perfect as well as the food, and the scenery was to kill for. You thought of your family to be dumb for ever doubting this decision of yours in the first place.

That was until everything went downhill. You had an extreme amount of bills to pay as your job wouldn’t schedule you enough hours due to your lack of the Italian language. It wasn’t that you couldn’t speak it, you just weren’t as fluent as the natives there. Not only were you set aside, a famous restaurant that went by Libecco a few blocks down was drawing more customers than ever over time causing your boss to hoard whatever money to himself. You tried to find the ins and outs of being able to manage without becoming financially ruined, but bills and stress began to pile up until you couldn’t take it anymore. That was what led you into standing outside a prison to meet someone who would help you with that debt on your shoulders. You never would have thought it would have led into a lifelong occupation leaving you stuck in Italy itself.

That was how you joined the major crime syndicate, Passione.

It was hard at first, your lighter going out causing you to mentally curse at yourself for your yet again terrible luck. Looking at the lighter and at your surroundings, you decided to relight the lighter. ‘What no one knows won't hurt them.’ You thought as you flicked the lighter back on. Then that’s when you suddenly felt your side be pierced with a sharp object. Landing on your side, you curled up holding the area of pain and blood.

You let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain ran throughout your body only to suddenly stop. Quickly sitting up you looked at the dark robed figure standing a few feet away from you with what appeared to be an arrow. Blood dripped at the tip as he stood there not moving. All of a sudden the pain dissipated, you finally were granted the ability to move. You had gotten up and with a new level of courage, you felt something within you awakened. Before you knew it you defeated the robe figure and stood against a tree to lean on. The battle left your body fatigued, not used to all the sudden combat.

“Excuse me signorina, are you alright?” Looking up you saw a man in a white suit with a strange black tear-like pattern.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired, that's all.” You replied attempting to stand straight only to fail and slump against the tree once more. “You more than tired, here let me help.” The stranger stated as he got closer to you in order to help you up. He wrapped a hand around your waist in order to support you from falling even further. Carrying your way to a bench, he set you down letting you gain your bearings. After waiting a couple of moments you finally sat back up to get a good glance of the man.

He was young, he had a black bob haircut that framed his face perfectly. His suit exclaimed wealth and his striking blue eyes pierced your heart. The male sat down next to you, checking you over to make sure you were okay. Abruptly you remembered about your initial task in the first place. You rapidly began to look for the item that caused all of this trouble. You dug into each pocket you had until you pulled out that trusty silver light, that was when you recalled the stranger who sat in front of you. Tilting your head up towards the man you saw the certain he observed the lighter, it was like he knew something about it. His blue hues cast an unknown glint towards the object before it shot back up to meet your eyes.

“My apologies Signorina for my rude staring. Do you feel better now? You looked quite out of it a few moments ago.” He asked with a warm kind gaze. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks so much even if you did just set me on a bench. I know a lot of people wouldn’t do that…so thank you stranger.” You smiled up at the man. “Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati. That is my name, I’m sure we will be seeing more of each other in the near future. Ciao.” He smiled in return before getting up and walking away. All you could do was stare at his retreating figure, questioning what his parting words meant. Well now it was time to wait until you had to return that cursed lighter.

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That was how it all started. You turned in your lighter meaning you had finally joined the organization. Receiving the pin you made your way out into the public streets of Naples. That was where you had meant the mysterious man known as ‘Bucciarati’ again. He was already standing outside, seemingly waiting for your arrival. That was when you had gotten an invitation to join his team, which you accepted without a doubt.

It was fun getting to know each member, they were all an interesting bunch with their own personalities setting them aside. There was no problem getting along with them unless you wanted to talk about the rocky start you had with a certain member. They all taught you how to harness your stand which wasn’t very much useful for battles, but for reckon purposes. No matter what they all made you feel welcomed. You really owed Bucciarati a lot. He gave you a family, a family who didn’t abandon you alone in Italy to fend for your own self. At least that is what he had told you. You received no form of contact from your family whatsoever. Yeah maybe calls might have been a problem due to the fact you had to own a burner phone due to your occupation, but you received no effort from their end. It made you feel alone, but Bucciarati reassured you that he would forever remain by you. That you would never be alone.

You soon grew to harbor romantic feelings for the refined man. He was everything a girl could have asked for. He always made sure to go out of his way to bring you happiness and make you feel like you meant something in life. He was always there for you and gave you this new family. Not only was he kind and loving, his looks were a bonus to it as well. You were enchanted by him, how he always looked so handsome yet so calm and composed all the time. No matter how head over heels you fell for the man, you never would have told him your feelings. What were the chances of this man loving you back? The chances were slim and you didn’t want to ruin anything you had with him. He gave you so much and you repaid it with petty love.

You were on a mission involving you to collect some data from the cops who had patrolled the area. Someone was sneaking around and planting drugs for others to collect. Bucciarati sent you because there was not much needed action and all you needed to do was say his name. Everyone knew Bucciarati as a wonderful kind young man. He did whatever he had to do to ensure everyone's safety and happiness even though he was involved in Italy’s number one syndicate. Walking around the corner you saw the two police men you had to question, but what you also saw was your family. Their faces lit up with distress as they continued to bombard the annoyed police men with questions.

Step by step you let your heart take over from the longing it had to reunite with your family. There you were, standing behind the people you loved who were too busy to notice your presence. “...Mom, Dad?” They shot around to look at you, their faces lightening up with relief. “Where have you been?! You never answered our calls and responded with these weird emails! We had enough and decided to visit. When we went to your apartment your landowner stated that you had been missing for some time! We told you staying here was bad! Come along, we're going home!” Your parents declared grabbing your wrist and beginning to drag you behind them to be only stopped by a swift ‘zipping’ noise. You quickly turned around to get a glance at your attacker which resulted in a blunt force hitting your head, knocking you right out.

You let out a groan as you regain consciousness, the throbbing from your head making you slowly rise from whatever you were laying on. Eyes widening you remembered what had taken place before then. You had found your parents looking for you only for them to throw some accusations at you and take you home. Shortly after that you heard a familiar sound and then it was lights out. That sound, you remembered it from somewhere…what was it? A door opening interrupted your thought process and caused you to be on guard. Your stand summoned by your side, the small thing floating right next to you not looking like much of a threat. When the person entered the room you immediately let your guard down. Relief washing throughout your body.

“B-Bucciarati, thank goodness you're here! I have no idea where we’re at or what happened. I saw my family and someone attacked us…” You spoke only for your last line to die out. Attempting to stand up, you felt nothing coming from the waist down. Hastily looking down you saw nothing where your legs should have been. Snapping your head back up you looked at the culprit himself, Bruno Bucciarati.

“Why? What are you doing? Why are my legs gone? Answer me!” You screamed as Bucciarati came closer and took a sit on the bed next to you. He let out a small chuckle and reached over to grab ahold of your hand. His olive tanned fingers intertwined with yours. “Mia Bella, you asked too many questions. They simply had to go, they were compromising my plan to be with you. If you would’ve left, you would’ve left me behind and later on would’ve had to deal with the boss's wrath for your treachery. I had to save you cara, and saving you meant getting rid of them.”

You sat there, letting his words sink in. Not only did he just simply confess his hidden feelings, but he threw in how he saw fit to get rid of your family. Yanking your hand away from his, you used your arms to propel your legless body away from him. Even though it didn’t reach far, he just told you that he killed your family. Unexpectedly you felt cold droplets hit your skin. A knot causing you to rack out a sob, your body curling in on itself. Bucciarati moved closer to your wallowing form, arms scooping you up pulling you into his warm embrace. His hand soon met the cold wet teary skin of your cheek. “Darling why are you crying? I took care of the problem! They were going to take you away from us, from me. All this time I knew how you felt, no need to hide your feelings from me anymore mia bella. Ever since I met you that day, the day of your test in order to join Passione. I was so confused on why such a beautiful girl with a bright future would ever be caught up into the criminal underworld. That’s why I need to protect you, we live in a cruel world (Y/N). Ti amo, cara.” He sweetly cooed as he continued his affectionate act.

No matter how hard you tried, the tears kept coming. Even though your family thought against you moving here, they only tried to think about what was best for you. Now you can never see them again, all due to the person who saved you from your own mistake. “Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! The smile I saw the first day we met when we sat at that bench and were able to grace each other with our names.” He shifted away from you, only coming to wrap his arms from behind you. Closely he nuzzled his face next to your neck, his nose brushing over your jawline. You could feel a coy smile forming on his face as he squeezed you closer. “You don’t need to worry anymore. You don’t need your family, friends, or Passione. You have me. When we defeat the boss, you’ll be safe. So rest now mia cara…”

“You’re safe here in my arms.”

Happy holidays! Can I request yandere! jonathan, jotaro, Bruno and Giorno having a s/o that is also a yandere for them but even more worst?

awww happy holidays!! sorry i haven’t posted a lot in the past week, holiday week and family business. i hope that you like this anon! 💕

Yandere Jonathan, Jotaro, Giorno, Bucciarati x Yandere!Reader

Darling is just as much as a yandere as them…yet tenfold.

Jonathan:

Being a yandere would just make the whole “getting together” process easier.

Jonathan would be so happy you return his feelings, he is so ecstatic that he is blind to the reality of the situation.

You’ve already known his tendencies for you and reciprocate them back…but worst.

He is so easy to manipulate if you play your cards right.

Jonathan is so head over heels for you that he just listens to you and would do anything to make his dear darling happy.

Once he was the head of the Joestar family and fortune, now he is reduced to someone who stays cooped up in a room because his darling believes so.

Him being a big beefcake and literally made of 100% muscle, I doubt (know) that there really is no way into physically beating this man.

So you would have to result in some manipulation.

It would start by subliminal throwing in hints of how upset you are when he leaves you all alone. Maybe throwing in a few temper tantrums and mental breakdowns.

This would start cracking his walls because his one and only is crying because he is gone. They love him so much that they are physically and mentally distressed by his absence!

Sooner or later Jonathan would be wrapped around your finger permanently, like he always has.

Jotaro:

Stalking is really weird.

Since Jotaro is more of a stalker type, it would be crazy when you and him try to stalk each other.

Of course you would obviously be better at it because of your undenying love for him, it would be bizarre when you have a quiet lurky stalker man up against someone who is determined just as he is.

There would be a few close calls, but I’m sure Jotaro would get the memo.

After a while of this, you would make your move and of course end up with the one and only stoic man in love.

Jotaro would honestly be immune to mental manipulation, or more like he would notice it because sometimes he does end up going through with what you want.

As with him physically, he would be just like Jonathan. He also has an over-powered stand just like him.

Jotaro wouldn’t really care if you're just like him, he would just be a little taken back a bit but not too much.

He just wouldn’t want you taking advantage of him and would easily point it out if you go too far.

After a while he would see your tendencies to be a bit of a hassle especially when you do start to go overboard.

Lets just say he would start to bend you to his will.

Giorno:

Giorno would really be a sucker for it. Literally.

With everything he has been through throughout his past and during Vento Aureo, he would be so happy that you feel the same.

All he wants is your love and yet here you are serving it up on a platter for him.

It could go different ways depending on how you really wanted to act although I could see this being another Jonathan situation.

You can’t limit him to staying in all the time due to him being a mafia boss, but you can obviously increase the time he spends with you. As I mean deciding he could have you by his side all the time. Which could actually turn out with him working from home.

Then after a while of making him stay, it could start with the classic “It’s to dangerous for you”.

Over time it could and most likely would get to his head.

Physically you can’t really do much as in kidnapping him because of GER and him again being a mafia boss.

He could let Mista do all the work, raising his paycheck and practically making him like a puppet boss.

Giorno doesn’t want to upset his precious cara nor does he want them to ever stress and cry over his well-being.

He can’t risk the love he worked so hard to attain.

Bucciarati:

Things get really tricky with Bucciarati.

He is a mafioso and pours himself into his line of work.

You most likely joined Passione in order to gain his attention.

Once you do gain it and he later becomes yandere for you, it’s like a spiral for both of you. A never-ending one too.

Bucciarati is overjoyed at the fact his lovely bella joined this dangerous job in order to be with him.

He was blinded by that bliss and that led you into slowly taking over his life.

You being in love with him would initially save him from his fated death being the first traitor of the group when you go in for him.

Again, this adds up with the first fact of joining.

By the end of Vento Aureo you two are inseparable.

You could argue with him that it's too dangerous out in the world using the many examples of saving him throughout the series.

Bucciarati would take it into consideration and soon you would have him zipped up by your side.

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.”

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

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.

There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.

Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.

“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”

It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.

“M-Mista…”

All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.

“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.

The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.

“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.

Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.

“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.

“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”

“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.

Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.

“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.

The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.

His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.

“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”

His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?

“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.

“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.

“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.

All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.

It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.

Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.

The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.

Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.

“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”

“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”

Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.

A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.

“Hey guys…?”

All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.

“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”

They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.

Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.

“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.

Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.

“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.

“That means you should let go of her arm now.”

“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.

“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.

Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.

“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”

All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.

“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.

Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.

“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.

You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.

All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.

You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.

“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”

“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.

Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.

Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.

You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.

What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.

Can I request the yandere prompt: 24,95, and 99? If you can't include all three prompts, then just 24 and 95. Thanks!

Here you go bby! I had way too much fun with this lemme tell you that!! Here is big goth daddy 2.0. I also loved the prompts…I really wanna work with other big goth daddy. (*ahem*if anyone wanted to request for Abbachio or anything, you didn’t hear it from me 🤭)

Yandere Risotto x Reader

Prompts #24, #95, #99

After deciding to not betray your boss with your original squad, your moved to another. Assigned to protect the bosses daughter, you leave your distant lover in the past.

Being part of Passione, the number one crime syndicate in Italy, you witnessed the horrors of the true world. You’ve experienced more than others wouldn’t dare to imagine. The boss originally dispatched you in the assasination division, it being La Squadra. With the awakening of your stand, the mysterious boss thought it would be a great aid for those in La Squadra.

Honestly you were confused just as ever. You weren’t weak, but then again you wouldn’t consider yourself the strongest like Prosciutto or with a dangerous yet sneaky stand like Man in the Mirror. Your stand was just there to help the others locating and reading the enemy’s next move, a predicament almost. Silent and Sweet, your stand, could also pack a punch just not as strong as the others.

It was a pretty rocky start with the others taking a while to adapt to you and question why the boss would even send a girl in to do the job in the first place. It took a few weeks, but you bonded close with them becoming almost like family. Sure Ghiaccio yelled all the time and Illuso would just laugh at whatever the blue-haired male would go on about. You couldn’t have imagined it any other way.

That was until you caught feelings for the leader of the squad.

Risotto, always so mysterious and talked the bare minimum compared to the rest. He still cared about his allies and truly had a good heart. You were able to see that in him when he had assigned you as his partner for a assination mission.

He wanted what was best for his squad and for you. Even the blood that would be on his hands, it was worth it as long as the rest of you were healthy and well. Not to mention that he was also just as charming as well. His strong build and muscles that looked like they were carved by the Gods themselves enchanted you so much. As his unique eyes also seem to amaze you on how beautiful yet mysterious they were.

You both bonded during that mission and sooner or later, became lovers. It shocked not only you yet the whole team when their leader decided to open himself up to someone and become intimate with them. Of course you said yes and the two of you became an official couple.

Life was truly amazing, you had everything you ever wanted in life. You had enough money to get you buy, a stable job (even though you did disagree in murdering some of the innocent people), and an amazing lover like Risotto. He may be reclusive around others, but when it was the two of you alone he was someone else. You felt like you ruled the world and wished that it would last forever…

Yet sadly, every good thing must come to an end.

When there was rising tension between the squad and your employer, you paid no mind to it thinking that it would someday brush over. Then your squad started to act independently. More complaints and more aggressive actions towards the orders the boss would give to you all. When Sorbet and Gelato went missing, you had an uneasy pit in your stomach. You knew something was wrong and everyone would pick up on it, even Risotto.

Risotto could sense your worries for the two, yet he always took your mind off of it by distracting you and showering you with his love. The day you figured out what happened to you crushed you.

That was when the squad decided to betray Passione.

As much as you loved your friends and lover, you couldn’t betray the organization. You were scared for what was to come only seeing ruin, yet the others disagreed. You tried to persuade your lover, but he wouldn’t budge. He explained that they weren’t treated right and that they deserved much better.

You didn’t want him out of all people to suffer the same fate your teammates had faced, but he couldn’t see where you came from. That was when you decided to call it off no matter how much it hurt you. Walking out of that building was one of the hardest things you ever did in your life.

The boss caught wind of your loyalty immediately re-assigning you into a different squad that he saw fit. You knew of the leader, you both ran into each other when trying to get in contact with Polpo, one of the high-ranking Capo’s. He was a pretty decent man and you never could find anything wrong with him.

When the boss assigned you to Bucciarati’s gang, you were pleased to see that they were a decent bunch. Yeah they may have been a little crazy, but they were also sweet and caring. They reminded you of your old group and it somewhat disheartened you.

All of you were tasked with protecting the boss’s daughter and getting her safely to him, ensuring nothing would ever happen to her. You thought it was a strange request, but decided to go with it anyway. That was until you found out that your old squad was trying to target you all. You didn’t want any harm to befall on them, but when they kept pushing at you all not caring about who you were on the team, you had to remember that they were of the past.

Encounter after every encounter began to chip at your spirit. Going from a happy young individual to a pessimistic paranoid individual in a second. Bucciarati and his gang would always do whatever to cheer you up, but it made you remember all the times your past lover would do the same.

“It’s alright amore, no need to worry.”

Was what he would always say to you and bring you in his warm arms. Now it was all a distant memory with your new gang picking up the broken pieces.

Although after Prosciutto and Pesci were persistent on ending you all, you knew that it wasn’t fair to sulk around when everyone was also risking their lives for your safety. That was when you figured out you would fight the same as everyone else and put your all into it. You didn’t have time to reminisce while your teammates did all the work.

It all came down to the moment when Bucciarati walked out of that chapel. He looked exhausted holding the injured body of the girl you grew to protect. That was when he explained that he betrayed the boss and needed the help. He gave you all a choice, but you knew how this would end.

Jerking forward and placing your hand on your chest, you began to protest against your Capo. You didn’t want what happened before to happen again, you couldn’t watch all of them walk in the footsteps of your past teammates.

“I refuse, you seriously can’t do this Bucciarati! Don’t you know how outrageous this is? I’ve seen this before and I can’t let it happen again…” You exclaimed, feeling tears form on your waterline.

“I can’t watch you guys die again!”

Bucciarati looked at you sympathetically, him knowing of your past dilemma. Fugo agreed with you, deciding to stay behind because he could never betray the boss.

But

You made a decision you couldn’t believe you made, and the worst mistake of all. You joined Bucciarati on his crusade to take down the boss. You didn’t want to watch them die, but you had to fight for them no matter what it would take. You would sacrifice yourself for them all, it was the least you could do with how much they helped you. Building you back up again to be the confident woman you were before.

Everything was going well although you were completely oblivious to the lingering danger in your shadow. You encountered the people who work directly under the boss and defeated them. Narancia barely scraping it by, but making it work.

You all had to go to Sardinia in order to uncover the boss's true identity. The ride over, more like flight, was terrible. Notorious B.I.G. being the primary problem, but you found humor in it blaming that Moody Blues replayed a bad pilot. When you were all ejected out of the plane and Trish using her stand to safely fly you all to shore, it had left your stomach quite queasy.

Deciding to take a walk in order for your stomach to gain it’s barings, you found yourself at a rocky road. You sat down on one of the rocks, closing your eyes and peacefully enjoying the oceanside breeze.

A scuffle of dirt startled you causing you to whip your head around in a brief second. Looking back, you saw nothing behind you. You thought that it was your paranoia, but at this point it could have been anything.

You stood up and started to inspect the area. There was nothing around but a frog who was peacefully staring at you. Chuckling to yourself, it reminded you of Giorno’s ability to create life and when he created a bunch of frogs in order to get away from Melone and Ghiaccio.

Calling that everything was safe, you sat back on your respected rock and took a deep breath. That was when you felt arms enveloped you, your body going rigid from the contact and tightness this stranger had over you. Calm breathing was all you heard as a pair of lips caressed your ear. A faint smirk appeared on the stranger's face when a chuckle rang through his throat, sending vibrations down your back from the closeness you both had.

“Miss me amore?”

Eyes widening at the familiar voice, you tried to turn your head to confirm your suspicions. That resulted in another small chuckle and squeeze on your frozen form.

“Come now, don’t act so hastily. You look so scared, what’s troubling you dear?”

“Risotto, what a-are you doing here?” You asked, trying to sound confident yet the brief stutter spoke otherwise.

“It’s a lovers reunion of course, afterall how long have we been separated? Not only that, you abandoned us, abandoned me. No need to worry anymore, I’m here with you again, you don’t have to worry about me or our love anymore. Bucciarati had his fair share of you, but I think it’s safe to say that time must come to an end. Afterall, we are both traitors to Passione now, aren’t we?”

A hitch in your breathing spoke for you and the sudden feeling of having to vomit arose. You didn’t like this situation, something was wrong. He spoke as calmly as ever, but there was an edge to it and you knew something was in store for you.

Taking a deep breath you started to speak again.

“Yes I suppose we are, but what are you actually here for? If you're here to kill me I don’t care, I wouldn’t put it past you. Your little love talk is getting quite annoying. Stop pretending like we’re still a thing, I called it off a long time ago remember? That time when you got your whole team killed.”

A small ‘tsk’ noise came out of him before you were spun around to meet the eyes you loved before. His red irises bore into you as he silently stared or more like analyzed you as if he hadn’t seen you in the longest time. There was a time when you would soak up all this attention, but right all you feared was that the one you once loved would end your life.

“It’s okay to love me. You don’t have to fake this facade of abrasiveness. I’ve missed you and come to realize that it isn’t about the money anymore, it was about you. Come, I know a place we can stay for the time-being and soon we’ll make leave for another country.”

Fear coursed through you had his remark of relocating. He wanted to take you away and was delusional enough to believe that you would go with it? You shuddered and shriveled underneath his piercing gaze, you felt so small underneath him. No matter what, you would not feed into his illusion of your old love.

“N-No, I’m staying here and that’s final. I’ve sworn my life to Bucciarati and would do whatever to help him and his team achieve their goal. I don’t love you anymore Risotto, I’ve learned to move on. I have a new life now and honestly I like it better than before. I don’t want to go with you and I don’t love you.”

You boldly placed a hand on your chest as you furrowed your brows waiting for a response from him. Risotto huffed and backed away a few feet, hands digging into the pockets of his black and white striped pants. You couldn’t read his expression as he just stared at you with a blank stoic look.

The feeling of nausea came back at full force and pain erupted throughout your throat. The next moment you were throwing up pins and needles. They were small enough to hurt, but not big enough to do much damage. Staring at the ground in utter horror, the burning sensation in my throat continued to ache. The pain makes it difficult for you to breathed as you just clenched your throat in pain.

“At least pretend you love me! Say you love me! Please say you love me! It’s all I want to hear for the rest of my life! You can’t just forget about everything we had! I’ve lost everything, I’ve lost my whole squad and I’m not planning to lose you too.”

Risotto suddenly became silent and made his way over to you. His sudden outburst frightened you. Not only did he use his stand on you, his frame of mind seemed to be fractured beyond relief. You tried to feel sympathy for him, he lost what was basically his family and you were the only thing left. Yet, you knew he had gone overboard.

“You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.”

Instantly the painful sensation coarsed throughout your body. Starting out as a tingling sensation soon becoming a burning sensation. Letting out small gasps and puffs of air, your knees buckled sending you straight to the ground. You never fought Risotto and never would have thought of that silly idea, although you knew if you fought him, you would lose.

“Look at you. You think you can battle the boss with that stand of yours? You’ll be just a sitting duck.”

The agony of the pain increased tenfold as your skin tore from the razorblades that pierced through it. Letting out a scream of misery, your head collapsed on the ground. Your body writing and curling up, the taste of tears adding more to your torment. Then you felt sharp stings from your legs causing you even more torture. The pain became too much to bear that your screams were silenced.

The drool from your mouth leaked on the ground as your eyes started to star. The sound of Risotto approaching made you roll your eyes towards his tall leaning frame. Was he always that tall? Not being able to mutter a word, your vision started to haze. The pain becoming too much to bear from your body already suffering from the attacks with Notorious B.I.G.

“Such a shame I have to take you like this, truly. When you wake we’ll be somewhere new, our own reality.”

Darkness was enveloping and the feeling of someone grabbing you was all you could feel before your eyes shut.

Hey, I don't know if it's a spoiler or not, but in 'Fate's Binding' are they gonna stay in reader's world or go back to jojoverse?

Well…

I can’t exactly spoil it all, but I will say that they will be together. I think it actually might be a longer series, more than six chapters as I planned. I will probably soon create a masterlist when I finish. I am still thinking and creating more ideas for this story!

I love you anon and all the other anon’s out there!!

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Requests Open:

My request are open and I’m ready to write for anything! I am still finishing a few requests, but they all are almost ready to be posted.

I found a new page of prompts I’m willing to write for although honestly it would be cool if you all could submit your own ideas or scenarios. That would be interesting mwehehe!

Anyway feel free to request anything you want~! ♡

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helloo

your content and blog is amazing! Can I request yandere jotaro, josuke, and giorno force marrying their darling?

thx sm much bby! i’m so happy that your enjoying my content! i’m literally crying tears of joy rn istg. here you go bby and enjoy~!♡

Forced Marriage Headcanons

Ft. Jotaro, Josuke, and Giorno

Jotaro:

Honestly it would take some time if I were to be honest.

This man really is more about having you and all so of course marriage will come in mind.

Once you both got back from Egypt, through trial and error during the trip, he learnt that you're important and he needs you.

Since Jotaro is the possessive type, he would constantly be near you after the trip until he can legally claim you.

Sometimes being near you means that you may or may not know of his lurking presence.

When both of you graduated, both of you were elated although not for the same purpose.

You were happy because you were able to sprout your wings and choose where you wanted to go now. However you didn’t know the person you cared about the most was going to be one responsible for clipping them.

The night after graduation when you announced your future plans, that’s when all hell broke loose.

Right there and then were you swept away and forced to follow him to the America’s.

Upon arrival Jotaro made sure that everyone knew you were his no matter what.

What was once l/n was now Kujo.

Before the whole marriage ceremony, Jotaro made sure to mold you into how he thought you should always have been. He made you learn your place which was right by his side.

It was a small gathering due to the fact he didn’t really trust much. Joseph and his mother actually were the ones who attended.

It was one of the rare moments you saw Jotaro smile. Although now thinking about it…it wasn’t a smile, but a small triumphant smirk pulled the side of his lips up making sure you were able to see who you belonged to.

The small sliver of freedom you thought you had, was now taken away from you.

For now you are Y/n Kujo.

Josuke:

It was always coming and you knew it as well.

Josuke isn’t one for concealing his true feelings, especially when he comes to the dear love of his life.

The day when he confessed his feelings to you by cornering you after school, you were shown a Josuke that no one else knew about.

You were practically forced into dating the town's beloved boy with a diamond heart.

The small fantasies he had of you were slowly becoming real. Everything was falling into place and he would be damned if they were ruined.

He is already ready for marriage, but of course he has to abide by the legal law and let you slowly come to your senses about your feelings for him.

High school is just a step to him, a small step he needed to take in order to finally seal the real deal.

Just like Jotaro, when graduation hits he immediately proposes to you.

All of your friends, Josuke’s friends, were watching. All of them gazing at the two of you expectedly waiting for your response.

You said yes out of peer pressure and not wanting to deal with Josuke’s wrath once you stepped into his humble abode or anywhere in that matter of fact.

When you utter that inevitable ‘yes’, that is when you have sealed your fate.

Josuke is quick to take action and starts planning it out, totally with the help of you…

Unlike Jotaro and Giorno, Josuke’s wedding with you is quite large.

He wants everyone there, his friends, mother, Jotaro. It adds into his fantasy of how everything is perfect and that you two are perfect for each other.

Once you’ve taken on the Higashikata name, there is no way back for you as this was your new life.

Giorno:

Either you’ve known him before he became Giorno Giovanna or not, there will always be a way for him to fall in love with you.

With how badly he was treated in his past, he is fascinated and perplexed by your kind nature towards him.

He won’t know how to take it, but once he does it is a spiral from there.

Throughout your time with the Bucciarati gang and overcoming its hardships with defeating the boss, Giorno finally realizes that this attraction became infatuation.

After losing Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia who had hearts of gold just like you, he knew that your place was by his side being protected by him and his new found power.

Once he was appointed the Don of Passione, he had complete control over everyone…even you.

He would take your hand in marriage regardless of how you felt.

Sure it may not have been ideal when you struggled and rejected him countless times no matter how many flowers and butterflies he sent your way, but you will understand soon.

Standing in the marble hallway under an arch made of various beautiful flowers representing love, any guilt he felt towards taking you against your own will is immediately disregarded.

Seeing you dressed so elegantly and pure makes him freeze in place.

He is blinded by the small frown you have on your face as you make way towards him.

Your head is bowed down not willing to meet his emerald green eyes as they stare at you in adornment.

Giorno’s stomach feels like it almost would concave when the priest announces that you two are finally husband and wife, for life and death.

That night is when he decides to actually seal the real deal by making love to you.

Nothing was more romantic to him than you both finally giving your bodies to each other.

It only dawns on you the next morning when the morning’s sun kisses your face and your ‘husband’ is lying next to you, is that your truly trapped.

*stands on pedestal and taps mic* hello can I request number 100 and 12 for Bruno or Risotto, oh and with a male s/o if possible!

Yandere Bucciarati x Male!Reader

Prompts #12 & #100

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay.”

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.”

You had a nagging pit in your stomach while patiently sitting on the boat by the dock in front of the tall church. Something wasn’t sitting right with you as you were ordered to remain on the boat. Looking over, Mista and Narancia were fighting over the last chocolate confection as Fugo looked around for some water to cure his parched throat. Abbachio was silently sitting there as Giorno looked focused on something that looked to be important.

His blonde eyebrows furrowed in concentration or one could say frustration. Something was up and you weren’t going to just sit around while blindlessly waiting for it to come. Taking one last glance at the group, you urgently hopped off the boat granting the surprise of the others.

“What are you doing?! We’re going to get in trouble, not only by Bucciarati but the boss himself!” Exclaimed Fugo as he ditched his little crusade for water.

“Don’t you feel it? Something is off…I don’t like it and I’m not just going to sit around to find out. I worry about Trish and most importantly Bucciarati.”

“Are you out of your mind?! This is the boss we're talking about, you can’t just waltz in there!”

Fugo continued to rant on as the others stared in confusion. You ignored him and hastily approached the chapel. Giorno as well stood up and looked like he was planning to make a move.

Upon opening the doors a familiar noise you’ve grown accustomed to was heard. The sound of Sticky Finger’s zippers. Picking up your pace, you pulled a full on sprint making your way down the stairs. Rounding the corner on the marble stairs, you saw a sight you never wanted to see Bucciarati bleeding out as he was dragging Trish with him. You failed to notice a shadowy presence in the corner of your eye making an escape.

Rushing over to Bucciarati you called upon your stand The Sound of Silence and put your stand into effect. The atmosphere around you and Bucciarati froze, the blood bleeding out of him remaining in place as you continued to drag him and Trish up the stairs.

The sound of another pair of footsteps got your attention. Starting to call for help the footsteps grew louder and closer. Giorno stood there, panting and holding one of his brooches. Catching sight of you, he immediately ran his way downwards to assist the three of you.

Bucciarati was in a moderate stable condition, but your stand wouldn’t stop the bleeding for long. Trish’s hand was still zip to her wrist, unconscious from what you could guess. Giorno kneeled down and started to heal Bucciarati’s wounds, his dull eyes gaining the light they once lost as they stared into your own.

Slowly but surely Bucciarati was healed, feeling the weight of his head resting on your lap. A few moments went by with the prolonged eye contact before you looked at Giorno who gave a brief affirm nod of his head that everything was fine.

The church's doors were slammed open as the others made their way towards you all. All of them confused by the distressed look on your faces and the sight of Trish’s harmed body.

“W-What happened? Why is Trish like that? What happened to the boss?!”

All of them started to bombard you three with questions, Giorno standing up to confront the group. Looking back down into Bucciarati’s ocean blue eyes, his eyes met yours. Your eyes widened at the fact he had been staring at you the whole time.

“Bucciarati, are you ok? You took a really bad blow…I just want to make sure you're alright…”

Bucciarati rapidly blinked and sat up, a small smile cascading over his attractive features.

“I’m just fine, do not worry. If it weren’t for you coming in and alerting Giorno, I would have been dead. Thank you y/n, I’m truly grateful for what you have done.”

Smiling at your Capo’s praise, you brought your gaze back to the frantic group. All their eyes darted around as they continued to ask what was wrong. Bucciarati got up and cleared his throat, getting the attention from the others. He explained he would tell them once they were outside and not in the dangerous church where the boss might’ve still lingered.

Walking outside you saw Bucciarati looking out of the corner of his eye. Quickly looking away, you made your way back to the dock where Bucciarati announced he betrayed Passione. He then asked for help explaining that it was okay if they decided not to join him.

The shock of the situation ate away at you, your hands fidgeting as you kept your eyesight locked onto the ground. Giorno was already in the boat as was Abbachio who decided he was going along. Mista agreed as well and continued on the boat, him eyeing his gun ignoring the others as if he was convincing himself that it would be fine. Narancia looked like he was about to have a breakdown, torn between if he should go or not. Then there was Fugo who went against it as he backed slowly away from the boat.

In the end Narancia came along with Fugo staying behind, the rest of you were riding in silence on the boat. No one dared to speak as the atmosphere rang heavy. Still in disbelief on the decision you heard a shuffle next to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Bucciarati’s concerned face as he reached over towards your shaking hand.

“Are you alright? You don’t look so well. I shouldn’t be asking that, we did just make a life threatening decision. I just want to say, overall I am really grateful you came.”

Peering up to meet his gaze, you let out a small smile. Your eyes shifting back down to his olive tan hand holding yours.

“Thank you Bucciarati, I’m sure we all will get through this together and take down the boss.”

Bucciarati nodded at your response, continuing to hold your hand during the way there.

You looked back at that moment as you laid there bleeding from your severed arm. The scarily large amount of blood coming from your wound frightened you. You didn’t want to die, it was too early for you and you didn’t want to go out like this. You wanted to see your gang, you wanted to see Bruno.

His warm gaze that day was something you wished you could see again, but the only thing you saw was the dark weather ceiling of the colosseum. Your labored breathing became steady as your body was fading, your eyesight as well. You heard a noise, but couldn’t make out what it really was. A few shuffles accompanied it as a familiar white suit enveloped your vision. A few curse words were heard until the sound of zippers rang throughout your ears.

“H-Help me…I don’t w-want to die-” You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes as your mortality hung above your head.

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay. There’s no need to worry, I’m here.”

About to whip your head towards Bucciarati, you failed from the lack of energy your body had. Steadily your eyesight came back and you were able to see all of Bucciarati’s consoling gaze. His hand gently wiping the stray tears on your face.

“I-I thought I was going to die, I didn’t want to die until I saw all of you guys win. Where is everyone?” You questioned as your colored orbs darted around looking for the rest of your teammates.

“No need to worry, they are doing just fine for now. When you were injured and thrown by Diavolo, they all thought you'd died. I couldn’t just leave you like Abbachio…you mean everything to me y/n. Once this is all over, you and I can go back to Naples to my private house. It may not be big, but I believe it would be a perfect starting point for us.”

The words Bucciarati said started to confuse you. The others thought you were dead? Not only that, but he was talking about feelings you never even heard of.

“What are you talking about Bucciarati? W-We have to go help the others!” You declared, trying to get the working muscles from your severed arm working again.

“No we don’t, they are just fine right now. You're injured. I may have re-attached your arm although I cannot make up for all the blood you lost. You're still in shock from the fall as well, I would rather die than have you risked going back out there to only get yourself killed. I care about you too much to let you go. I love you.”

“This isn’t funny Bucciarati! Our teammates are out there fighting the boss, we can’t just sit here waiting for the others to do everything for us.”

“Yes you can. The boss has already been defeated alright, so stop insisting about meeting back up with everyone. You're not going back.”

Before you could open your mouth and respond to Bucciarati’s statement, lips were upon yours. His lips making haste against your own as pure undeniable passion radiated from them. The feeling of his semi-chapped plumped lips intertwined with yours, as both of your saliva mixed together. This moment felt like forever as you were forced to endure Bucciarati’s foregin lips on yours.

Finding and summoning all your strength, you pushed Bucciarati away. Eyes blown wide open as you stared in shock at your capo.

“Why did you do that? Bucciarati-”

“Call me Bruno, we’ve known each other long enough for us to call us by our last names. You saved me from meeting my y/n, I remember the distraught look in yours eyes as you worried for my own well-being. You’ve proved to me countless times of how amazing you are. I thought my feelings for you were odd, different from the others, but I’ve figured out that truly I’ve been in love with you. I’ve learnt that you don’t need the others after you’ve been injured by Diavolo. You need me just as I need you.”

Bucciarati crept up next to you as you laid there with no more energy in your body to reject his on-going advances. He scooped you back into his arms and placed a hand on your cheek leaning down to get closer to your abused lips. You squirmed trying to turn your head away from his closing lips. Bucciarati’s left hand pulled your head closer to his as you felt the small puffs of air from his mouth.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this , I wanted to do this for so long.“

Before he could lean down and kiss you again, panic-stricken footsteps interrupted Bucciarati from continuing any further. The footsteps stopped outside the wall in the cell.

“Bucciarait are you okay? Where is y/n? I can’t find him!” Narancia’s distressed voice exclaimed.

Opening your mouth to call out for help, you were stopped by Sticky Fingers zipping your mouth shut.

“I haven’t found him yet. Keep looking somewhere else, I’ve gotten this area covered.”

A hum was heard before Narancia’s footsteps faded in the distance. Bucciarati brought his attention back down to you. A cocky smile as if he were mocking you for thinking you could have ever gotten away.

A few zipper noises were heard and then you lost feeling in your limbs. Bucciarati stood up and dust himself off. A few specks of dirt were still on his suit as he turned away, stopping at the archway.

“I will come back for you once they are all gone. I love you mio caro.” Then he left.

Maybe Fugo was right, maybe you should’ve never gone into that chapel.

i thought of a good idea so i decided to combine prompts :D

plz don’t kill me…i rlly value being alive 👉👈💗

Yandere Giorno x Reader

“The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny.”

“I’m in such pain every second we’re apart.”

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Giorno for all he could remember, was always alone. No matter how many friends and allies he gained on the way, they were always bound to leave at some point in time. Mista always explained that it was due to the golden winds of fate that were inevitable to avoid. Even though he knew he was right, there was still a nagging part in his mind telling him how it wasn’t fair. 

When he became the Don of Passione after a grueling battle against the former boss, he couldn’t help but be haunted by the death of his teammates who were undeserving of such an end. Slowly he grew to isolate himself in his office, stacks of paperwork and dim lighting being his only company as he gradually shut himself away from the world. 

The increase in his reclusive behavior was noticed by the ones closest to him. Polnareff being first though not saying anything, as Mista caught on last. They insisted on him going out once in a while, yet the occasional garden visits seem to do more harm than good. Although being the head of the biggest crime syndicate, he couldn’t have the luxury of staying cooped up in an office all day. 

After a little hassle in the exchange between other gangs, Giorno was forced to confront the ones who made the mistake along with Mista. Giorno’s black silk lavished suit, ironed of all the wrinkles, sat under his high-priced thick fur coat. Mista accompanied him, wore the same suit and pattern but with a different color scheme. The two set foot off to deal with the matters themselves.

Eventually when it was sought out and taken care of, Mista wanted to walk around again just like it was in the old days nonetheless with an opposing Giorno by his side. He casually walked in place, arms behind his head lazily supporting it. Meanwhile, Giorno continued to walk stiffly with his hands stuffed neatly into the fur coats' warm pockets. Mid-Winter in Italy wasn’t exactly the warmest, yet at the same time wasn’t as cold as winter in Russia. 

Mista pointed towards a small quaint cafe that was lit up under the gloomy weather of Naples. The vintage yellow tinted lights brought about a hominess to the small business inviting even the reluctant Don inside. 

Opening the small door, the bell rang indicating their entrance. It was moderately empty with one customer who sat in the corner. He was a middle aged man with small glasses that enlarged his bulky face. He sat there reading a newspaper drinking a small glass of espresso. In the background was a soft strum of jazz instrumental adding to the relaxing ambience the cafe carried. 

Giorno stood by the door as Mista fussed about the lack of service upon their arrival. The tanned Italian cursed as he huffed around the establishment complaining under his breath. Giorno continued to stand there not sure of what to do and let Mista do his own thing. He was getting quite bored and wanted to go back to his villa as soon as possible. He started to zone out on the checkered floor, the sound of piano keys sticking out throughout the radio’s instrumental. Little taps on the cafe’s tiled floor brought Giorno out of his bored gaze. He looked up to see a young girl around his age wearing the small establishments uniform. 

You looked busy and seemed to have your mind elsewhere as you ran to the front to greet him and Mista. Giving a short bow you apologize for the inconvenience as Mista berated you for not paying attention. Giorno, feet glued to the ground, eyed the young girl with an unknown interest. He was fond of how polite you were even when Mista was throwing crude remarks your way. You had a certain smile that he enjoyed seeing, a smile he wished he could wear like you. It looked so natural as if you didn’t have a care in the world and was truly genuinely happy. 

A small pat on his shoulder brought Giorno out of his transfixed gaze, Mista ushering him to stop standing by the doorway and to order something. Giorno silently nodded his head with Mista going to a small table in the corner to sit down. 

Once Giorno walked up to the counter, there you were closer to him than before. He could finally see the pearly white smile he was so mesmerized with. You were so captivating that he couldn’t stop soaking in your appearance. 

“What may I get for you today sir?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and interrupting his prolonged staring.

“Right. May I order a small cup of your earl grey tea?” He responded, his emerald eyes boring into yours. 

“Sure, that will be €3.77! Your order will be right up.” You gave one last smile before running off to start on the order.

Giorno turned away and walked to the booth Mista was at. Mista started to ramble about minor inconveniences he had as Giorno tuned them out. He placed a hand under his chin, resting and focusing back on the barista. Her form concentrated on brewing his order. The amount of care she put into making the hot beverage made him smile to himself. First time in a long while, he smiled. It felt foreign to him yet he missed it so much. 

Mista caught onto the small smile that adorned his best friend and bosses face. A smirk appeared on his as he let out a little chuckle, this time catching Giorno’s attention. 

“Oh whatcha looking at Giorno?” He snickered and wiggled his eyebrows.

“The barista.” 

“So do you have the hots for her or something? You're growing up so fast…” Mista wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as Giorno deadpanned. 

“I wouldn’t quite say that Mista-”

“You totally like her don’t you? I’ve been waiting for this day to come ha!”

Before Giorno could reply back to Mista’s ridiculous yet somewhat true statement, you came back over with both of their drinks ready in hand. Smiling again at the two, you carefully placed their drinks down trying not to spill them. Standing back up to full height you took a gaze at the men to only be stopped by one of them asking for your name. 

Smiling in return you gave them your name and politely asked for theirs. Mista started to talk your ear off as Giorno silently observed. He couldn’t help stare at your interaction with his friend, you yet again looking as happy as you were when he first saw you moments ago. A tingling feeling pooled in his stomach and his face felt like it was on fire. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable to him, he welcomed it with open arms in fact. His slender hands started to clam up and he began to feel that the heavy coat he wore was ten times more heavy. Slipping the big piece of attire off, he failed to notice Mista waving for his attention. 

“Oi Giorno, aren’t the drinks good?” He asked, that mischievous smirk coming back onto his face. 

“Yes indeed. This is some of the finest tea I’ve tasted. Has this cafe always been here? I can’t quite say I remember it being here at all.” 

“The cafe has been here for some quite time actually, it just doesn’t get much attention from the public that’s all. I was recently hired a little over a month ago for some extra cash to live on you know haha!” You giggled causing Giorno to subtly flush a hue of pink, although it was unnoticed by the other occupants around him.

“I see. I’m glad we found this fine establishment, I will make sure to visit frequently if the tea is just as good.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you clasped your hands together to keep calm composure. It was now Giorno’s turn to chuckle at your shy display.

“Well I will hold you to your word.”

The chime of the bell brought you out of the little conversation you were invited to. You quickly bowed once again and ran off behind the counter to attend to the next person's order. The rest of the time there was just Giorno and Mista enjoying their hot beverages while the cafe began to grow a little busier hitting its peak of the day. 

When Giorno finally returned to his villa and into the sanctuary of his room, he couldn’t help but think of you. Getting ready for bed, all you did was plague his mind and curiosity. You made him feel a certain way he didn’t know how to describe. It was such a nice feeling, a feeling he wasn’t quite ready to let go of yet. He couldn’t grasp the last time he felt so elated and peaceful. 

It was like you erased every nightmare he had and bad memory that was ingrained in his scarred mind. You even showed mild interest in him when he announced he would be back in the future. Surely you two were meant to be, it was at the right place and time. Just like Mista would say, it was fate. 

Gazing up at the crystal like the moon, he thought of you and your smile. Although the moon reminded him of your absence, your absence that resulted in the bringing of painful memories and thoughts. He laid there curled in bed, his arms wrapping around his legs as his emerald eyes stared out the window. It felt as if someone had a gripped around his heart, squeezing it just enough to not kill him.

Even now when his body wanted to cry, it wouldn’t let him. The sound of the golden wind, the wind that had taken everything away from him, was the only noise he could hear. It was as if it was taunting him. He shook and shivered just as he once did as a child, alone with no one there to help him. He hated this feeling and he knew who would be able to take it away. 

He would make sure to visit that cafe again no matter what it takes. 

Giorno made sure to go back to the cafe the next day. His leave from the villa surprised not only Mista or Polnareff, but the whole staff. This continued on for the following weeks. He would walk into the cafe formally dressed as always and have the same cup of tea. He became a regular, a regular you didn’t mind having. It was awkward at first with how silent and observing he was, but you both grew to open up to each other. 

You would sometimes sit down and have a cup of tea with him when the cafe wasn’t too busy. Having him around was pleasant, especially when he gave you advice on how to deal with certain things or situations. He was so mature for his age and you admired that. The two of you enjoyed the small conversations and became, what you thought, close friends. 

On the other hand, Giorno thrived on you. The small visits to the cafe were the highlights of his weeks. Despite being the boss of Passione, he always had time for you. He was so enthralled by you. No matter how stressful life would get, you thought there would always be light at the end of the road. The small unidentified lingering feelings he had felt on the first day, were only the blossom of true love. 

It was meant to be, you were made for him as he was made for you. You would help him heal the scars of his past and give him light. It was God’s will that you were there when he was at his worst, when he didn’t have the will to leave the comfort of his office.  

It had been a little over a month since the two of you had met. Giorno thought it was about time to confess his feelings and become what was destined to be. He had GER make him a bouquet of various flowers that all reflected the strong feelings he had towards you. 

It was around 7 pm, about when your shift ended. The cafe had its lights dim and the neon open sign was turned off. The clinging of the bell and rhythmic tapping of his shoes caught your attention. You were counting and placing money back into the register for tomorrow. 

Patting your apron you looked up towards Giorno with a surprised smile on your face. You chuckled and walked around the counter to stand face to face with your dear friend. 

“What are you doing here? The cafe is about to close, I can whip you up your favorite pot of tea on the house.” You offered, still grinning at the blonde male. 

“That would be nice, although that is not what I have come for.”

Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you finally processed his appearance. He still wore the same elegant satin suit, but he was more accessorized than usual. In his right hand was a bouquet of red and pink flowers, all blooming as if they had just been born. Looking back up to his green gaze, you saw his eyes crinkled in adoration. 

“We may have not known each other for very long, but I just acknowledge the strong feelings I have for you. Ever since the day we first met, I could never stop thinking about you cara. You make me happy, you make me forget everything I’ve had to endure. I love you y/n.”

All you could do was stand there, glued in place. Your brain is running at full speed to process everything he said. A bead of sweat ran down the side of your temple as Giorno offered you the bouquet of flowers. Nervously you grabbed onto them bringing them close to your chest. Trying to find the right words to say, you open your mouth. 

“T-That’s so sweet Giorno…but I don’t think we can work out…”

The tender smile he wore on his face immediately vanished. A frown rested on his face as his emerald green hues hardened while staring deeply into your eyes. 

“It’s just that, well…I’ve submitted my letter of resignation and am planning to move for the college I’ve been accepted into. I was going to break the news to you today…but you didn’t come. I just can’t see a long distance relationship as it isn’t fair to me nor you.”

The silence in the room was stifling as you waited for Giorno to speak. The hand that rested over his exposed chest area had dropped to the side where his other hand had hung. It didn’t help when his eyes stoically bored into yours. 

“You can’t leave…” He muttered.

Letting out a confused hum, you stepped closer in order to hear him better. All of a sudden Giorno grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer to him. The more you tried to squirm, the more his grip tightened. 

“I won’t let you leave like the others. I’m in such pain every second we’re apart…and you're planning to leave me?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Do you hear yourself right now?! You’re c- crazy, I’ve only known you for a month and you're already acting like we're in a relationship or something!” You exclaimed, still trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

“Do you not feel it too? The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny. We are destined to be together y/n. It was fate that day when one of the cartels had made a mistake, it was fate that there was an accident so we had to take this side street. Most importantly it was fate that led me to you.” He elaborated as he placed your hand on his exposed chest window. The violent beating of his heart increased your fear by how serious he was at this very moment.

“C-Cartel? Are you some drug lord or something?!”

Giorno let out a small laugh as he continued to speak. “Quite the opposite actually cara, I applaud you for almost guessing right. Well since you're mine now I might as well tell you. I am the don of Passione, I’m sure you know a thing or two about it.”

Your eyes widened like flying saucers as you took another glance at the man in front of you. The man you spent half the time of the week talking and sipping tea with, was the don of the most powerful crime syndicate in Italy? All this time you were talking to this man of high status like he was just an everyday citizen and now you just had called him crazy. You were screwed.

“Don’t worry cara, I would never hurt you. Now you must come back with me to my villa where you and I will start our new life together. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Immediately your survival instincts kicked in, you abruptly pulling your hand out of Giorno’s and making way towards the cafe's door. When suddenly you felt something grab you pulling you to the ground. Something holding onto your arm keeping you in place from continuing your pursuit. Quickly looking up back at Giorno, you saw him standing in the same place he had been for the past painfully long five minutes. Frantically looking around on the ground, there was nothing there for you to trip on or hold you in place. You were sure something was grabbing you. 

“Like I said before mio cara, I won’t let you leave. Now just accept our inevitable love…”

Is it okay if I can ask for the prompts "If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?" and "The next time they touch you, I'll cut their wretched limbs off." with Jotaro?

Only Salvation

Yandere Jotaro x Reader

“If they every become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?”

“The next time they touch you, I’ll cut their wretched limbs off.”

You fell in love with Jotaro freshman year. Yes you were one of those fangirls who would ‘walk’ with him to school and try to initiate convo. Although after a while you gave up due to his mistreatment of women. He would never notice you amongst the crowd of fangirls and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t have treated you the best.

During sophomore year, you took a trip with your family to Greece. Your mother, who was an art historian, brought you and your father along to the beautiful place. That was when you awakened a spirit like being that not even your family could see. Your parents didn’t believe you countless times of exclaiming that it was right in front of them, so you gave up.

When you came back to Japan you continued life like it always was, although you had the aid of your friendly spirit. She would always help you do daily chores, make food, and even cheat on the tests you had a hard time passing. Your spirit Angel Dust, helped you with practically everything. Even pranking people.

Your best friend, who had a crush on the infamous Jotaro Kujo, was heartbroken when he called her a ‘whore’ and a ‘big-titted slut’. You used Angel Dust to make Jotaro's life a wreck. There were moments where you called it close with him almost beating you up, but it was worth it because of his sour behavior. He knew it was you somehow, but he had no idea at the time what you were doing.

Not only were you enjoying missing Jotaro, you met a new friend. He went by the name Kakyoin Noriaki. Kakyoin was a very reserved artsy guy. You complimented his art and saw that he also possessed a spirit. The two of you became friends and you learnt that what you had was a stand. You learnt different abilities of your stand, but realized it was a mirage kind of thing. You would be lying if you said you didn’t envy Hierophant Green’s ability.

By the time junior year rolled around, your best friend Kakyoin came back from his trip to Egypt with his parents. He acted strange which led towards a bombarding of questions on his end. When he started to act violently, you were suspicious of what really happened in Egypt.

You began to follow him and noticed he was following Jotaro. Witnessing him using his own stand to kill Jotaro made you even step back in shock. Sure he was a little rude and all, but that didn’t give you an excuse to kill someone. When you made it into the infirmary, you saw Kakyoin incapacitated with Jotaro hovering above him. That was when you learned that Jotaro had a stand ability.

You saved the questions for later following Jotaro back to his house. That was where you met his kind relatives. Jotaro’s grandfather explained that there was a threat to the Joestar bloodline with one of the family's rivals still being alive. You helped nurse Kakyoin back to recovery while Jotaro asked you about your past year shenanigans.

You never would have thought that your average slice of life highschool experience would end in heartbreak and bloodshed. The 50 days to Egypt were probably the best 50 days of your life. You grew close to all the crusaders and they all felt like family to you, even Jotaro who you came to love again.

The defeat of Dio left you in shambles, you lost your best friend and your other close companions. Sure you were happy that Dio was out of the way and Holly could live to see another day, but you somehow felt a bit empty inside.

It was the last night before you would fly back to Japan. You had locked yourself in your hotel room, wrapped in the hotel's blankets. A cup of warm tea was situated in your hands as you mindlessly stared at the wall in front of you. Everything had sunk into you. You would never be able to see your best friend again, converse with him, nothing. Not to mention, life was going to go back to the same old boring state it once was. A knock on the door was heard and all you did was sit there continuing to stare at the wall.

Jotaro opened the door, revealing his broad muscular form. His eyebrows were furrowed as a frown was worn on his usual stoic face. He sat down next to you on the bed and pulled your form against his. The tea you had in hand, sloshing inside the cheaply plastic made cup. You felt yourself easing into his warmth as it was the only thing you wanted after everything that happened. You never thought that Jotaro would ever be this nice and affectionate, nevertheless be this close to him.

That night he confessed his feelings to you and apologized for his past behavior. Your fragile mindset easily accepted his feelings and the two of you became an item.

When you both returned to Japan, you grew to rely on him and only him. You felt that he was the only thing you could trust and cling to. He was your beacon of hope through your hard times, and he knew that. The two two of you were never seen far apart from each other unless it was for school duties. When you were without Jotaro, you lost your will to keep going most of the time. Your mental state is still reflecting from last year's Egypt trip as Jotaro had to take care of you. Your parents were so grateful to have Jotaro who could help you with life, you ‘ran away’ and came back so different from the daughter they knew.

Jotaro was the only one who could bring out the old you, and he wanted to keep it that way.

It was mid-afternoon as school just finished. Jotaro had been forced to attend detention or he would be forced to repeat senior year. While he was in detention, you were on cleaning duty in the gym. It was Thursday which was when you were assigned cleaning duty.

Stacking the excess boxes on top of each other and placing the gym equipment back into its respective area, you failed to notice a group of girls make their way into the room. Turning around you recognized some of them being from Jotaro’s fan group. You had a bad feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach as you stood there anxiously waiting for them to make a move.

“You think you could just take Jotaro-Kun like that? Ugh what does he even see you honestly?” Girl A scoffed as played with her fingernails, eyes averted away as a look of pure disgust was projected on her delicate facial features.

“Yeah you're just a skank! You look like someone ran over you with a roadrollar or something.” Girl B added on.

“Your dumb to think that you could just get away with stealing Jotaro-Senpai like that! When we get done with you, you’ll finally realize what a dumb useless whore you are!”

The next moment flashed before your eyes. You laid there curled up on the floor as the girls kicked and smacked you with full force. They called others as they came in multiplying in numbers. You tried calling Angel Dust, but there was only so much she could do when there was a large group like this. Hit after hit, you just laid there trying to process what you did to deserve this. Maybe you were holding Jotaro back.

By the time the girls were finished, you were bruised and bloodied up. Your right eye was swollen shut as the it’s left counterpart was red from the broken blood vessels in the eye itself. Your lip was split open and burning from the harsh air that made contact with it as your cheekbone was split open as well. Multiple bruises adorned your body, dark spots just like Star Platinum’s skin all over various places you could think of. You had no more energy left in you as you sat there wounded and bleeding.

A click of the door brought you to shakily look up at who it was. Your vision was hazy from the previous assault that was done to that region. Your feeble bruised hand trembled towards the tall dark figure trying to convey you needed help. You were scooped up in a familiar pair of arms and let all the tension you had in your body go. Jotaro’s enraged face was the last thing you saw before you blacked out.

There you laid in Jotaro’s comfy futon. The crinkly duvet was sparkled out on your form as an ice pack wason your right eye. A splitting headache stopped you from being able to sit up, so you continued to lay there waiting for your lover to come in.

A moment later Jotaro had entered carrying fresh bandages and a new ice pack to replace the melting one. He silently tended to all of your wounds as you continued to lay there pondering in your thoughts. His gentle touch was much enjoyed as he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll about to shatter. The silence in the room felt stifling to you, not sure what Jotaro was going to do after cleaning your mess.

“Am I good enough for you Jotaro? I feel as though I’m dragging you down in some way…I don’t want to be something you're obligated to take care of.”

A pause in Jotaro’s movements made you tilt your head in his direction. The overcast of his signature torn hat was blocking you from getting a good look at his face. Scared that your words were right, you turned away tearing up. You couldn’t help but let out little sniffles as you felt like the last thing you had didn’t want you anymore. A small nudge brought you out of your depressive spiral. Looking back over towards Jotaro, your tears came to a halt.

“Who did this to you?”

Taking a small gulp you sat there in silence, lips puckered in shock.

“I said who did this to you?!”

The sudden raise in his voice made you jump and flinch in fear. Your arms scrunched up together trying to create a barrier of safety from the sudden fright. Jotaro picked up on your distress and calmed down once he saw your frightened state.

“Why would you ask a question like that? You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you in my life. We made a promise, remember? A promise I would never break. Now please, come here…let me change your bandages.” Jotaro uttered, trying to keep his booming voice to a minimum.

Soaking in the truth of his words, you teared up once again. The dams in your eye bursting as you let all the tears go. Your head hurting from the sudden blood rush to your head and pressure in your eyes. Jumping into Jotaro’s arms, your body ached from the sharp movements.

Scooping you up in his arms, he held you as you continued crying. He began to rub small circles in your back trying to avoid the tender areas from the earlier beating. The scent of his cologne and the hint of cigarette smoke began to put you at ease. This went on for a couple of moments before he decided to speak again. Trying not to startle you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and tilted your body towards his face.

“Now tell me who did this to you.”

“It was those girls…you know the ones who are always hanging around you.” You timidly replied awaiting a reaction from Jotaro.

Jotaro shifted his body and used his arms to lay you back upon the futon. He wordlessly reached for the spare medical wrappings and continued to work at your injured wounds.

“The next time they touch you, I’ll cut their wretched limbs off. If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love? We don’t want another repeat of what happened today. I don’t want to walk in on you ever like this again, you hear me?”

All you could do was willingly nod.

Why would you ever say no to your only salvation?

hello!! May i request a few comfort words from Kakyoin and Bruno because i've been working out my body till I overwork myself, I hate being plus sized. I just want to be skinny like other ladies would :')

(it's okay to write it very short dear author!! <3 )

don’t worry bby i gotchu! try not to overwork yourself okay??? plz plz take care of yourself regardless of how you think. you are amazing the way you are >:(💗✨

Kakyoin & Bucciarati x Reader

Reader overworks themselves and they start to notice.

Kakyoin:

Kakyoin would be very supportive of your determination, but will always remind you that he loves you no matter what.

He would always be there next to you and join you in your sessions majority of the time.

Although when he starts to see you overwork yourself and start to work out in an unhealthy amount, that is when he draws the line.

It hurts him seeing you trying so hard that you are even hurting your own body.

He makes sure to pull you aside when he finally has enough seeing you tuckered out without the energy he initially fell in love with.

Unlike Bucciarati, he does it when he sees fit. You could be watching TV, eating dinner, folding clothes, it’s just a Kakyoin thing to do.

Kakyoin makes sure to pull you close and hold you against his lean form as he voices his concern.

“I love you just the way you are. There is no need to work yourself like this…your happiness is my happiness…”

His grip on you tightened as you felt a wet droplet hit your shoulder.

“I promise I will do whatever it takes to help you, just promise me that you will stop doing this to yourself. Just know I love you with all my heart.”

Bucciarati:

Bucciarati picks up on it really fast.

Originally he was encouraging on your goal to lose weight. He thought it was an admirable goal and he would try to help you as much as he can even though he was busy majority of the day.

When you start looking down and tired of the latter, he notices but keeps quiet about it.

He just wants to make sure before he confronts you on the matter that he is right.

Then it goes on for about a week and half. That was when he asked to sit down with you.

You're concerned at first thinking he was going to break up with you or something because of his melancholy tone.

He is really serious on the matter, wanting to sit you down privately in the small homey villa you both own.

Upon listening to him, you start to see the distress swirl in the blue eyes you gaze into everyday.

“Listen to me mia cara, I love you yet cannot see you do this to yourself.”

He holds your hand as he stares deeply into your eyes trying to further convey his emotions.

“We will work through this together as we always do…I love you forever and always.”

Hi, I love your writing! Could I request for ‘Staring, watching, fantasizing’ from the prompt list for yandere Abbacchio? Thanks! 😊

i am so sorry for the hold up on fics! it was finals week and i was trying to balance the fine line of passing and writing away!! i hope you enjoy some good ol’ abbacchio cuz u sure know i do 💜✨

Yandere Abbacchio x Reader

🌌Staring, Watching, Fantasizing

It took just a simple encounter, maybe he does have worth after all.

Abbacchio had a secret, a secret he would never admit even to the almighty Capo of his gang. He looked up to him, yet couldn’t bear the dark secret and guilt he carried with him every step he took around Naples. 

When he joined Passione, he thought he lost everything. He had nothing left, Leone Abbacchio dying along with his partner who gave up his life for a piece of scum like him. His life didn’t mean as much as Bucciarati, a man who took others in and gave hope to everyone. Even Narancia had more worth if he thought about it, a young boy who had yet to learn and live life. Abbacchio already did and life consumed everything that was of him. He somewhat pitied Passione for having to work with such a worthless pathetic shell of a man. 

Although some of that changed, changed when he met the kind grocery worker who worked at the outlet Bucciarati would frequent. On the day he met you, Bucciarati was busy on a mission as well as Narancia was too preoccupied with Fugo beating the hell out of him after he also failed his literacy lessons. Mista was god knows where leaving Abbacchio to be the errand boy of the week. 

He remembered being pissed at the fact he was stuck with the responsibility of buying everyone their necessary items. All he wanted to do was spend the free time that he had in his room listening to his opera music that Narancia complained about. 

When he walked into the store, he immediately tried to hurry and quickly grab the needed items that were on the list. What he didn’t expect was smacking right into someone falling back against a shelf. The shelf's contents dropped onto him as all he could feel was the pricking pain of the box's corners hitting his skin. As soon as the last box fell, he stood right up going back to grab the groceries that fell out of his handbasket. Bringing his attention to the ground, was when he first saw you. Instantly trying to profile you, he came to the conclusion that you were probably about his age or even younger. You paid no attention to him as you were focused on cleaning up his strewn-about items. Rolling his eyes, he just stared at you expecting you to hurry up with her sorrowful babble. 

By the time you were done, you grabbed the basket and got up to bow at him. Your pathetic apologies rang through his ears as he continued to stare at you. Your voice sounded genuine and the bowing caught him off guard as well. The more he stared at you, the more he was somewhat entranced by the attention you gave him. When you offered to help him out for the rest of the visit, he initially declined yet you continued to bother him by following him around. 

Sooner or later he finished his shopping experience with you still hot on his trail apologizing about the accident earlier. Before he had the chance to yell at you to leave him alone, you cut him off by offering him a glass of wine of his choice. Immediately he rethought his next actions and reluctantly agreed. The others could wait, they didn’t really need these items at the very second? Plus he was offered practically a free glass of wine, it benefits both sides. 

While sitting down with you, silently sipping on his free wine. He got a load of mindless chatter. You tried being charismatic and friendly by telling him your name and who exactly you were. Apparently, you didn’t get the social cues he was sending you about not wanting to talk. 

Although the more time that went on, he started to get intrigued by you. You treated him as if he meant something, just like in the old days when he was Leone Abbacchio. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol hindering his thoughts or just the actual fact that you were just happy to be in his presence. The one-sided conversation later turned into a mutually enjoyed one from both sides. 

That night when he left the table, he couldn’t help but yearn for another conversation with you. You didn’t know him as the broken murderer he was, but someone who was just as normal as everyone else. He wanted to talk to you again… 

So he did.

When the hand-turned midnight, Abbacchio silently got out of his bed and made his way out of the house the gang currently resided in. Arriving back at a familiar outdoor restaurant which was now closed from it being so late, he sat down at the same chair he was six hours ago. Summoning his stand, it transformed into the person he wanted to see the most. You. 

He replayed it back to the moment you sat down beside him and tried to start up a friendly convo. Abbacchio regretted not listening to you in the beginning, but now he had another chance to. His hardened purple hues softened at the sight of you as you awkwardly fidgeted around with a small red hue on your cheeks. Leaning over, he brought his face just a few inches away from your look-alike's face. He tried to imagine the timer that was displayed on your forehead was not there. He just wanted to burn the image of you into his mind. His eyes focused deeply into yours as you continued to rant speaking towards his defined chest region. 

He wished he could see you again, wished he could sit down next to you and talk again like this with you. Not sitting here desperately using his stand just to feel and experience an ounce of you.

That was when things started to spiral. 

Being in the mafia did have its benefits, he easily found out where you lived and worked in one file on Bucciarati’s laptop. Making up some dumb makeshift white lie, it was no hassle in bringing up any citizens who currently resided in Italy. Foreign or not. 

It started out with wandering around Naples looking for you. He luckily ran into you at the grocery store, yet without you knowing. He followed you around as you just picked up some candy. He lurked behind you all day as you relaxed at the park later ending up at the peer enjoying the sparkling hues of the ocean. Although he couldn’t be with you every second of the day due to his occupation, he would just keep tabs on you with the little habits he picked up on you about. 

Immediately upon gaining the information of where you lived, he snuck his way over. Abbacchio wanted to deny the small tiggles he felt each step of the way towards your home. He saw your small empty apartment and grew a sense of comfort from the area that obviously looked like it would be from you. 

He noticed you weren’t present so he made himself at home. It smelled of you and he enjoyed every moment of it. Inspecting each and every little piece of furniture you had, a small smile grew on his face. 

By the time he made it into your bedroom, he felt like he was a kid on Christmas. Letting out a deep chuckle he made his way towards your bed. Abbacchio sat down on it just gazing around your room. His eyes landed on your hairbrush that laid messily on the countertop where some of your clothes were sticking out from. 

Abbacchio got up and walked over towards the counter. Slowly reaching down, he picked up the light item and eyeballed it. The strands of your colored hair rested upon the surface underneath all the little bristles. Using his left hand, he took his pointer finger and thumb jamming them between the little bristles. 

Getting a good grip on some strands of hair, he tugged them out. The other miny hairs clumped over the certain patch he had, giving some resistance. After they were separate from the brush, he brought them up to his eye level and gapped at them. A sudden urge to bring the small patch up to his nostrils took over. 

Bringing it up, all he could do was think of you and your untroubled smile. So naïve and innocent of the sinful world that surrounded you every day. The scent of the hair products you used flooded into his brain. Letting out a shallow groan, he closed his eyes and let out a shutter. Slowly he looked towards the door that he assumed was your washroom. 

He sauntered over towards the wooden frame and opened it. Your pristine bathroom stared back at him with your cosmetics and other hair or body supplies on the counter by the sink. Peering into your washtub, he caught sight of the hair products that you used. Mentally noting them down, he turned towards your hand soap and made sure to remember that as well. 

Abbacchio loved being a part of your life. Even though a part of him chastised him for being selfish for wanting that, he knew that you believed he had rights. You believed he had the right to be happy and accept the ghosts that haunted him in the past. 

The sound of keys being inserted brought him out of his mid daydream. Quickly stuffing the lock of hair in his pocket, he also pocketed your hazel-colored hairbrush. Jumping out of the window onto the fire escape, he shut your window and made an escape. 

Once arriving back to the shared home, he was greeted by the other members who were discussing plans about an upcoming infiltration. Bucciarati began to bombard him with questions on why he wasn’t there as Narancia commented on his disheveled form.  Grumbling in response, he went back to his current room and slammed the door. 

The mirror that was propped up by the door reflected his current appearance. His usual purple lipstick was smudged as if someone had tried to wipe it off with the bare minimum effort. The ties that kept his coat together were loosely tangled and knotted as a small glint of hazel shone out from underneath the humongous coat he wore. 

Letting out another groan, he stripped himself of his coat. The heavy piece of fabric lay on his bed leaving Abbacchio shirtless. His defined muscles overshadowed some parts of his body from the poorly lit room. He tumbled on his bed putting his orange headphones on as he started up his disc man. The relaxing blues soothed his nerves from his previous infiltration. 

His coat sat next to him, your fragrance seeping off of it. Averting his eyes towards his coat, he brought it to his chest and draped it over his relaxed form. The brush that was in his pocket was now in his hands as he thought about the many times this lucky item was able to sift through your glorious locks. Everything you owned was lucky, so lucky that they got to be a part of your everyday life. 

He mindlessly laid here thinking about all the scenarios of just you and him. You and him at a day in a café, or the movies. Maybe the new cinema that was added down a few blocks? Better yet, re-visiting the restaurant that became one of the best days of his life. At this point he couldn’t think about a day without you in his life, you were a hook that kept him grappled down to this measly world. You were something that gave him hope throughout this shitty place of a beautiful city that tourists nicknamed without knowing its true mannerisms.

He couldn’t lose you to it, or anyone. Just the thought of you with another man, blessing him with your smile infuriated him. You were made for him as he was a perfect match for you. Without you he would be nothing, so why should he share you with anyone else?

Turning his attention to the tablet that sat beside his bed, he looked at the crumpled photo of you taken in a vineyard. He remembered that day, you went out there to take some pictures of the scenery and just have a nice relaxing day off. There were countless nights where he would envision himself standing right next to you as you stared up into his eyes with love, the same love he had for you. 

When the album ended, he was left in silence to ponder his own thoughts. He hated when this happened as his subconscious would begin to eat him whole. Taking one more glance at your photo, he rose up from the bed. The setting sun peeked behind his curtains. 

Surely if you loved him as much as he loved you, you wouldn’t mind if he could seal the deal?

Let the Dead be Dead

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

(ʏᴀɴ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

After the events of Vento Aureo, you are left to cope. Yet after an encounter you are left with another chance, yet was it really a chance to take?

The crinkle of blankets and small wisps of air that blew through the curtains letting in the rising sun woke you up from your peaceful slumber. Sleep was the only thing nowadays that seemed to be able to take your mind off the current present. It was easier to forget about the pain of the past by sleeping all your troubles away. That’s why sleep became such a luxury for you.

Even for a busy mafioso of high ranking, you made sure you were able to slip in time for a quick rest to make you feel as if nothing was wrong. Sometimes you would think about the times when you did take a brief catnap, shutting your eyes wanting to sleep after a long day of work. Just to open your eyes to see the entirety of your gang smiling back at you. Not all of them would smile, but you would like to think so. Even when they smacked and yelled at you to wake up, or grip onto you begging you to listen to the western rap with him, they were all still precious memories.

Slipping out of bed felt like a chore. You had to put on your finest material to make sure it radiated high status so you weren’t mistreated by the new recruits after the downfall of the last boss. Along with your makeup, applying some on to be noticeable yet not caking it on to where it looked like you were going to a low rent strip club. The last thing being a golden zip earring on your left ear.

Opening the door to your shared villa with the rest of the remaining familia, you walked towards the upper floors to the office of your boss and dear friend. It was early morning which meant the staff was busying either preparing food or doing the daily chores for the day. An occasional maid was there every now and then, vacuuming the expensive Persian rugs or dusting the antique wooden shelves.

Just as soon as you stood outside the thick wooden door which radiated secrecy from anyone besides you or your close companions, you opened the door. There was Giorno, already sitting in his chair reading over some documents and signing them if needed. He always looked so graceful, as if nothing bothered him in the world. His face was always calm as his emerald eyes always held unknown emotions. He made sure his appearance was perfect which you initially thought was because he was so young that he didn’t want anybody to underestimate him for his age.

There sat at the edge of his desk was a bottle of Silent wine, a datura flower in a clear cylinder vase, and a golden zipper hanging off of a black stand. Quickly averting your attention away, you began to greet Giorno.

“Morning Giorno.”

“Good morning to you as well y/n.”

The conversation ended at that. You picked up the envelope that lay on the desk with your name boldly written on it. Next to your envelope was a piece of paper formally addressed to Giorno. You slowly leaned over to pick it up, the almost weightless object in your hand sloshing back and forth from the opening windows in the room.

“That piece of paper is from an unknown associated party. We don’t have much of an idea about their whereabouts and I don’t want to continue out that way. I’m sending you to the address that is at the bottom. Be careful, we never know what to expect from anyone nowadays.” Giorno briefed you before turning his attention back to the contract in front of him.

Letting out a small sigh you turned around and left the room. Mista walking by you with his head in his arms whistling a tune. He gave a small wave and wiggle of eyebrows as hello when you walked past him. He always was a happy-go-lucky type guy and it irked you that you were placed on this mission instead of him…maybe Giorno was right about sending you actually.

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With a fast pace, you walked towards the destination marked on your little sticky note in the palm of your hand. Occasionally the locals would recognize you and wave, even inviting you for a mid-morning appetizer. Being there for business you had to respectfully decline.

Although what hurt you the most was the two older ladies that sat in foldable chairs under a fruit stall. You could recognize their face from anywhere. They were once close acquaintances towards your formal Capo or first love.

Bruno Bucciarati was a name you held in high regards and would never ever forget. Not only did he save you from your eternity of loneliness and poverty, but he gave you another chance in life. It was not long until you harbored romantic feelings for the male, yet he never knew anything of it. It seemed better to keep it that way as you didn’t want to add more onto the already busy and stressed workplate he already had.

The night when you all were driving towards the colosseum and he had told you of his condition, you broke down. You remembered the exact moment when his ocean blue eyes gazed at you through the rearview mirror. A small melancholy smile upon his ‘dead’ lips trying to find some sort of way to comfort you. When he departed from the body he inhabited, you sobbed all that morning with the crushing reality of never being able to be with him ever again.

That moment continued to haunt you.

Cursing to yourself, you made a beeline past the stall trying not to look at their expectant gaze. How you wished you could lay in your bed and forget about ever doing this.

By the time you made it to the location, it was an abandoned run-down building on the rural outskirts of the town. Just looking at it made your face scrunch in disgust. You decided to summon your stand for safety measures in case anyone decided to attack you.

The clicking of your shoes echoed down the hallway. Duel doors waited in front of you, one of them creaked open just enough to know that someone was there. Taking a deep breath, you opened the doors with a harsh push expecting someone to be waiting for you. All that was there was a massive dark moldy room. A record player in the center that seemed to not have worked in a long time.

Hesitantly stepping closer to the old machine, you finally stood in front of it. The wooden table it rested upon looked as if it suffered through years of abuse from insects of various kinds. Grimacing at what lay in front of you, you reached your hand out touching the vinyl. A casing looked to be stuck underneath the needle of the machine.

Mentally sighing you tried to pry the vanilla envelope from the needle yet it wouldn’t budge. After a few more attempts, you put your gaze onto the needle that was stuck in place. The needle appeared odd-looking as it didn’t really look like a needle but a sharp object that was substituted for the original broken one.

Meanwhile, you were focusing your attention on the particular piece you failed to notice the lurking figure behind. A sharp pain erupted from your neck as you fell to the floor. Your immediate response was holding the side of your neck that was pouring and gushing out with your own blood. The pain making it was to your throat as you failed to let out noise for help.

Dropping to the floor from the sudden blood loss, you began to lose consciousness with the last thing you saw being a golden zipper dropping onto the floor.

Alexandrite, opal, and moonstone with. Giorno?

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

Alexandrite, Opal, & Moonstone

Alexandrite: What brings the yandere the most joy?

He loves being touched by you and reassured by you saying that you will always be by his side. Due to his rough past, this is what he needs in order to let his subconscious take a rest and know that the person he loves so much cares about him and will never leave him in general.

Opal: What makes the yandere tick?

Giorno keeps the thought of you two basically being star-crossed lovers which fuels him in the paranoia of keeping you chained close to him. He came from nothing and all he has left are the remains that people have taken from him. Everyone he really cared about and looked up to has all left his life in a tragic-like way, he can’t have that happen with you. This causes to him behave the way he does wanting to take you away from the cruel world that the two of you live in every day.

Moonstone: Are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Overall Giorno would censor the majority of your life by letting you know what he wants you to know. He doesn’t want you to see the crimes he and the others around him commit every day. He wants to shut out the vile world and have your attention on the good things he wants you to see.