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how the Joestars (1-6) would react to you getting their initial on your acrylic nail!

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summary -> how i think each of the joestars from parts 1-6 would react to you getting a ‘J’ on your nail because it’s their initial <3 (‘G’ for giorno obviously!)

characters -> jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, giorno giovanna, jolyne cujoh.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> this idea came to me whilst i was getting my own acrylic nails done yesterday, and i was genuinely contemplating getting a J on them 😺 sadly my bfs name starts with an I so it would lowk look dodgey 😢.

wc -> 2.2k

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Jonathan Joestar:

˙⋆✮ he would honestly treat it like a marriage proposal. i mean, out of ALL the designs, colours or patterns, you chose HIS initial? how sweet is that! he would most definitely have to hold back a tear, but the wide smile on his face reads all of his emotions anyway. after being mistreated by all of the kids his age once dio had turned them against him, the fact that you can still find it in your heart to wear his initial on your sleeve (quite literally) proves to him how you aren’t embarrassed to be around him.

˙⋆✮ “jojo, close your eyes sweetie.” you say softly, after meeting up with him after your nail appointment. jonathan instinctively tenses slightly, but relaxes once he understands that you are probably just making a big reveal out of your freshly done set.

“okay darling, i’m looking forward to see them!” he chirps, following your instructions by shutting his eyes and even holding his hands over his face to make sure that it’s a super secretive surprise because he can see how excited you are to show him.

“okay, open!” you giggle, holding up your usual french tip, but this time with a fancy ‘J’ painted on each ring finger.

“it’s a ‘J’! for ‘Jonathan’. so everyone knows that i’m taken, and also because i want to have you with me everywhere i go.” you blush at him.

jonathan sort of just stands there and stares with his jaw open, but before you can even start to doubt that he isn’t impressed, he swoops you up off your feet and spins you around in the town centre.

“oh, darling, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! thank you so much for thinking of me like that, and not thinking that it was a waste of space.” he beams at you, and you could swear his pupils widened on the spot.

from then on, you made sure to have that perfect little ‘J’ imprinted onto all of your nail sets.

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Joseph Joestar:

˙⋆✮ i think we all can imagine what this man would be like. happy? of course. impressed? very. cocky? obviously. he would absolutely LOVE the fact that you have his own branding on you wherever you go (even tho he follows you about like a dog either way). i don’t think he would deep it as romantically as jonathan, but he would definelty use it to inflate his already MASSIVE ego and as an excuse to tell YOU about how much you love him (even tho that’s why you got it done). if a guy stops you in the street and asks for your number? ‘nah mate, she’s mine, she’s even got it all over her nails.’ it gets so out of hand, ceaser contemplates just ripping the nail off of your hand because he just can’t take the constant references to how ‘my perfect amazing beautiful future wife wants my 16 children because her nail has a ‘J’ on it’.

˙⋆✮ “joseph. look away for a second.” you say.

“wow, can’t a gentleman admire his beautiful woman?” joseph jokes, but you aren’t playing.

“ha, very nice. but i mean it. close your eyes!” you swat at him, trying your hardest to conceal your surprise. once you have your hands positioned infront of his face, his eyes are already open.

joseph’s eyes scan over your freshly done nails and his eyes land on the big ‘J’, and before you can even explain what it stands for, he’s started.

“woah, no way! a J! a J for Joseph Joestar, that’s me!” he grins like an overly-carved pumpkin.

“yes, well, i wa-“ you try and say something sweet about how you want him by your side, but realistically joseph already knows.

“awww you just can’t get enough of me can you? you always just need a slight reminder of me.” he says cockily, to which you can’t deny so just result to rolling your eyes at him.

“yes jojo, yes.” whilst giggling at him and patting his chest.

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Jotaro Kujo:

˙⋆✮ unpopular opinion, but he really wouldn’t give a fuck. if anything, he’d be concerned? not really freaked out, but just genuinely baffled as to why you thought getting a fat ‘J’ in bold letters painted across your french tips would be a good idea. once you’d explained that it was a ‘J’ for ‘Jotaro’, he just huffed- when he got in a relationship with you he didn’t really expect you to mark yourself up like this. no matter how many times you tried to tell him that it was just a sweet gesture, he just couldn’t wrap it around his head.

˙⋆✮ “jotaro, look!” you chirp at him, shoving the nail with his initial into his face to show it off with a huge grin on your face.

“what.. wha-?” he stuttered for a moment before reconstructing himself.

“why do you have a huge letter on your nail?”

“it’s a J, for your name! do you like it?” you giggle at him.

“good grief..” he rolled his eyes, pinching your tiny nail in his huge fingers in contrast.

he began to speak, but kept shutting his mouth, as if trying to word his sentence better.

“why ruin such a beautiful set with… that?” he scoffs, again, his face expression completely bland.

“because it’s cute, silly!” you attempt to explain, but not with too much effort as you are already use to his stoic demeanour.

“take it off.” he demanded.

“can’t. it’s under the top coat, duhh.” you roll your eyes right back at him, holding back a laugh.

“whatever. the thought was… cute, i guess.” he grunts, before going back to whatever he was doing before.

(part 4 jotaro would lowk eat it up tho.)

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Josuke Higashikata:

˙⋆✮ the way this poor guy would FOLD oh my DAYS. ESPECIALLY IF YOU DID IT YOURSELF AT HOME (you’re also all broke)😭 can you just imagine his big eyes beaming even larger when he sees all of that thought and effort you put into making your nails look pretty, and then to add his initial? to make them look nicer in your opinion. he would be similar to joseph but not at all to that extreme, but would 100% rub it into okuyasu’s face at every chance he gets. be warned, if you did do this then you are basically becoming fully locked in with him, since there’s no way he would ever let you slip away from him after practically etching him into your skin (as he would describe it). he just loves you so so much and adores how you can so easily show the same amount of affection back through your actions, proving that you think about him just as much as he does about you. additionally, if you ever tried to wipe it off he would just use crazy diamond to put it back.

˙⋆✮ “joskueee, do you want a surprise? sorry it’s not much..” you say as you approach him in the school corridor.

“if it’s from you my angel, then of course i do!” he grins, obviously not expecting such a heart-warming surprise. when you shyly remove your hands from your pocket and lift up your homemade manicure with a slightly wonky ‘J’ sprawled across the middle he practically melts. (the wonk just shows how much effort you put into it).

“J. for Joskue.” you smile up at him, nibbling your lip slightly. his expression looked like he went through the 5 stages of grief, before he absolutely EXPLODED of joy in the middle of the hallway. as in ERUPTION.

“for me!? this is the most thoughtful thing someone has EVER done for me, and home made too!” he booms, practically rattling of excitement. you had to put your hand onto his arm to calm him down, before he most likely slammed down someone’s locker onto the floor.

“shhh!” you compress your own excitement at his reaction. “i’m guessing you like it then?”

“like? i LOVE! wow i’m going to make you show okuyasu. and koichi. and jotaro. is it weird if i show my dad?” he starts rambling and just doesn’t STOP until you genuinely have to tug his 5’11 frame into next class.

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Giorno Giovanna:

˙⋆✮ i sat for so long wondering how he would react during golden wind, but honestly i think he was so set on his dream during the whole of part 5 that he just wasn’t interested in a relationship at all, as we saw how he acted with trish (he was also 15😭) so im gonna do him as mafia boss gio😎 please don’t attack me for this tho as we don’t see how he behaved as mafia; so this is entirely just my own interpretation! i feel like giorno would naturally be happy with whatever nail design you would get, he would 100% be paying for you, so to be less controlling he just lets you get whatever design pleased you. so when you came home with a usual french manicure but an additional ‘G’ on it? i actually think he would combust. (in a collected way. obviously 😎). you would never use him for his money, and he knows that, so that is why he is more than happy to be paying for your luxuries- and you’re also like, the love of his life?? so why wouldn’t he. he also has all the money under the sun. therefore, the fact that you have thought about him whilst out and about doing your own business has melted his heart. he feels so passionately about you and keeping you happy, that he is overjoyed to find out that something as simple as having his own initial on your nail keeps you fulfilled. (especially because it’s to do with him).

˙⋆✮ “honey i’m home.” you say playfully as you walk through the doors to your house, already hearing the taps of his strides coming to welcome you in before your shoes are even off. when he gets closer, you see his face visibly relax.

“how was your day out, darling? did you enjoy yourself? what did you get up to?” he asks softly, the questions tumbling out of his mouth because all he wants is to know that you’re happy.

“i got my nails done with trish, aaaand.. look!” you blush before even showing him, holding up your long, fresh set of nails with a stunning ‘G’ written in a curvy font. his face looks perplexed for a second as his eyes scan over the letter, but a subtle smirk etches the way up onto his lips.

“well, i bet i couldn’t guess what that stands for.” he says in a slightly cocky tone which was normally out of character for him, but that was just your sign that it’s worked.

“hmm, i’m sure you have the brain capacity up there somewhere.” you raise a playful eyebrow up at him, before the pair of you giggle into each others arms.

“that’s very thoughtful of you, my dear. thank you. you are everything i’ve dreamt for and more.” giorno tells you kindly, kissing each and every one of your finger nails, his lips lingering for a moment longer on the 2 that have his initial on.

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Jolyne Cujoh:

˙⋆✮ she’s a teenage girl, so she’s obviously already seen the trend. i feel like a few days prior to your nail appointment she would say something cocky like ‘how come your nails don’t have my initials on, then?’ or ‘so when are you putting my initials onto them tips?’- but realistically it’s more of a softly-worded command. therefore, you suspected that she’d have forgotten about that conversation by the time that you actually got your nails done, and were on your way home with a big ‘J’ painted onto each tip of your thumbs. when you finally showed her she was SO shocked. she didn’t think that you were being serious, but something about how easily you folded and did exactly what she asked you to do (even as a joke), really resonated well with her and she appreciated you for remembering it. she would find it SO cute how you can just walk about in public with a random ‘J’ on your nail (literally no one can see it unless they squint) and not feel embarrassed. even if people cared, deep down only you and jolyne know the true meaning behind it and that made it even more special for the two of you.

˙⋆✮ “hey baby, look what i remembered and you didn’t!” you say to her in a jokingly bullying tone that you two get along so well with, whilst holding down your arms to show her the ‘J’ for Jolyne that was imprinted onto your nails.

“oh wow mama!” she gasped flirtatiously, her jaw instantly dropping. “that’s hot.” she smirked at you, gently stroking them to see if they would wipe off easily and if it was just a joke. once she realised that they were welded into the acrylic, she beamed at you.

“looks like you’re stuck with me now!” she giggled.

“well then that’s why i got them done, because i always want a reminder of my beautiful and sassy girl.” you’d giggle back to her, holding onto her face and dotting light kisses over her lips.

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[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

HELLOOOOOOO

Was wondering if we could have some Bucci gang x gn!s/o andddddd the s/o's stand nullifies other stand's abilities!!

If not then just Fugo and Giorno with that prompt please ❤️

Bucci gang x Reader who’s stand nullifies their partner’s stand!

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summary -> gender neutral reader who has a stand ability to nullify (make ineffective, however most of these are their stand freezing) their significant others stand. <3

characters -> giorno giovanna, fugo pannacotta, leon abbachio, narancia ghirga, guido mista.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> i’m super sorry that i didn’t get round to finishing all of the bucci gang members, i didn’t want to leave you waiting any longer 😔 most of these (apart from abba) you are already in an established relationship. i kinda waffled on for gio and fugo because they seemed to be the preferred requested, so i hope you enjoy!

wc -> 3.2k.

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Giorno Giovanna:

giorno had worked a very long day, unsurprisingly so due to being the don of the mob. but, knowing that he would be coming back to see you and that gorgeous face made it all worth it. as he opened the door to your shared house, he was immediately met with the sight of you standing there, a radiant smile plastered onto your face. despite his excruciatingly busy schedule, he always made more time for you than a usual boyfriend would. he looked at you with the biggest smile he could muster onto his tired face, his eyes gaping black shadows.

“hey baby, i’m finally back.. its so good to see you. i thought you’d be asleep.” he croaks out before embracing you. you quickly hug him back, breathing in his smell after a long day of work.

“hello handsome, how was work today?” you ask softly, already knowing he must’ve done a lot.

“it was long. as usual. but we got some of the last members of that group causing chaos in Naples, so i’m happy. i’m even happier to be spending the evening with you now, helps me forget about all that for awhile.” he replies whilst holding you close, relishing in your warmth.

“aww im glad baby, you are so good at your job.. i have made you some dinner, would you like some?” you question, already knowing the answer. however, you also knew that he would not let you just hand him the dinner like a traditional house wife, no matter how tired he was he would always try and put some what of an effort in.

“yes please, im starving.. thank you so much for cooking, i can dish myself up a plate.” he says whilst placing a delicate kiss on your head. although, you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“no, gio. you sit down, okay? i can get you a plate of food, i don’t expect you to get your own dinner after all you do for me.” you say sternly to try and get your point across, and you were fully convinced that you’d succeeded.. until you heard his subtle yet guilty foot scrapes trailing behind you all the way into the kitchen.

“it’s your favourite.” you turn around and say to him, seeing his face light up right there and then on the spot.

“thank you, y/n.. that’s so thoughtful of you my sweet baby.” he smiles at you with tired yet kind eyes, before he suddenly pulls out his stand, golden experience requiem. you looked at your boyfriend with a puzzled gaze, confused as to why he’d need to use possibly the most deadliest creature you’d ever met, in this current situation (even tho you had nothing to worry about because GER loves you, and is fabulous at giving head scratches btw).

“what’s up giorno? is everything alright?” you question, before he replies,

“yeah, no issues. i just thought that golden experience could dish up the dinner, saves us bickering about who gets to do it and whatnot.” he smirks, at you and you can only repay him with the same respects for using his brain, like always.

although, in hindsight this probably wasn’t the smartest idea as gio was tired as fuck. meaning, he completely lost focus on what he was doing and the fresh plate of dinner went tumbling to the floor.. before it froze. you’d pulled out your stand ability and stopped GER from quite literally losing grip of such an inanimate and unthreatening object before it smashed all over the floor, and the relief on almost all of your faces embodied giorno’s gratitude.

“t-thanks.. y/n.. i’m so sorry!” he quickly gasps, lurching forward to embrace the food from the nearby floor.

“don’t worry about it, i’m just glad it was only the dinner that could piss of GER.. let’s maybe not pull out the world-destructible stand whilst you are half asleep in our kitchen, maybe?” you joke with him, always finding it somewhat funny how your stand ability can pause and control the paralysis of such an immense and powerful being.

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Fugo Pannacotta:

you and your ever loving, yet incredibly short-tempered boyfriend, fugo, are on a mission together that was set by bucciarati. the objective of your mission was that all you two had to do is wait for a package to arrive in the docks for bucciarati. neither of you knew what the package contains, and quite frankly you did not care, because all you need to do is collect it before it fell into the hands of the curriers.

the pair of you had been in an apartment together overlooking the boat imports to wait for it, at least one set of eyes never leaving the window view. it’s been about four days since bucciarati sent you and fugo to go and wait in the apartment, and honestly, it had felt like the longest four days of your entire life. fugo in particular was not at all pleased about the wait, as could be expected.

“where the hell is this package, what the fuck is bucciarati ordering thats taking this long?!” fugo complains for the hundredth time in the past hour, bashing the dining table with his fist out of anger. you’re pleasantly surprised that the table remained standing and its legs didn’t give way.

“you know sweetie, the more often you say that doesn’t actually mean that it’s just gonna get here quicker, or miraculously show up.” you say sarcastically back to him, growing just as irritated by the wait as him but keeping it in. fugo, however, responded by whipping his head around, his hands gesturing dramatically, causing a wild switch from his previous melancholy behaviour.

"oh, so now you're the expert on package delivery times? huh?! who made you amazon prime? maybe if we both started pacing and you not just sitting there, then we'd generate enough kinetic energy to summon it!" he beckons, before flopping onto the couch, realising how stupid he sounded and kicking his heels against the armrest like a disgruntled child.

"four days! four days… of stale takeouts and watching the same boats but ours come in and out of the docks! my soul is wilting!” he begins his complaining again, and just before you begin to go crazy you give it one more shot to calm him down.

“wow so you really are fed up..” you mutter under your breath before clearing your throat. “hey, hunny, just think about it, okay? bucciarati must’ve known what he was doing. there’s probably a reason why he gave us 4 whole days to wait for it. maybe he wanted us to prepare in case of an enemy, or maybe.. he wanted us to be together for a little bit.. alone?” you say in a mildly suggestive tone, but it seems to just go in one ear and out the other with him in this current mood.

“well, then, he’s stupid. stupid stupid stupid.” he huffs out, letting his cool slip once again. however this time, you can tell that he won’t be able to hold it in.

“i’m not going to tell you to calm down. i know how that ends. but, instead of getting sassy with me then can you please redirect your anger somewhere else and like, i don’t know, break down the next boat that isn’t ours?” you say obviously as a joke, yet your equally annoyed tone caused fugo to shoot up from his seat there and then.

“wait! i didn’t mean it you fool!” you say suddenly out of surprise, whilst you chase after him as he’s already bee lining towards the shore.

“fugo pannacotta! you have five seconds to get your ass back into that hotel room before you know what!” you have to angrily shout out to him, causing a significant amount of concerned looks to come your way.

“don’t even think about it!” he turns around, his anger smoking from every inch of his skin. you thought he maybe might not go that far, but he did. he pulled out his stand, for fuck knows how many nearby enemy stand users to see. and not even to fight them, but to smash down a boat! even if the public saw him rip down a boat with his bare hands, he’d most likely be arrested. so, you had to do what was necessary. you used your stand ability on purple haze, and the disappointment in fugo’s eyes was more than prominent.

“hey babyyy why did you do that!” he whines in a somewhat irritated tone, although he must’ve known deep down that what you did was right, and his anger faded ever so slightly.

“come on you big toddler, i promise i will unfreeze your stand.. but maybe not until we get back up into the hotel room.. and i can lock the doors from the outside somehow..” you say wrapping your arm around his sulked frame.

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Leon Abbachio:

the bucci gang had welcomed you as a new member less than a weeks ago, after bruno had sniffed out the significant importance of your stand. alas, by ‘welcomed’, almost everyone got along with you, but abbacchio just tended to ignore you. he wouldn’t even say a simple ‘hi’ or ‘good morning’ to you. you put it down to the fact that maybe he just wasn’t a morning person, or maybe even just not a chatty person in general. that was, until you would see him greet the other gang members like normal.

sometimes, you’d overhear him passionately talking about how infatuated he was by someone to bruno late at night. however, he’d never actually name the person he would spend hours talking about. what was there to keep a big huge hush-hush secret over anyways? you’d all already given up so much be be apart of this gang, you believed that people may aswell be honest and truthful with eachother. therefore, in order to persuade him to actually talk to you for once, you gifted him a small colourful flower crown that you’d made yourself.

“a flower crown…?” he says with.. disgust?

“did you make this?” he repeats in the same tone. your heart instantly dropped with embarrassment, how could you be so stupid! of course abbachio wasn’t the type to happily receive homemade gifts, never mind a shitty flower crown.

“n-no, of course not. i just found it.” you say as confidently as you can, holding down the deep and sudden regret you felt for thinking this would go any differently to how it is. abbachio did take the flower crown out of your hands, only to scrutinisingly investigate it and eye you suspiciously.

“found it? are you sure?” he scoffs, and you quickly reply,

“yes, why would i lie?” in a sharp and defensive tone. abbachio only continued to eye you even deeper, before letting out a deep sigh and placing the flower crown onto his head.

“whatever.” he mumbled, looking away from you. you, however, were frozen in shock. so he makes fun of the gift you’ve brought him, but then he wears it either way? he was such a strange one to crack.

“so, you’re going to take the gift anyway? despite me telling you all this time that i didn’t personally make it?” you question. abbacchio rolled his eyes so hard that you bet he could feel it in his neck, before turning to look at you sharply.

“what do you want me to do? just throw it on the ground? would that make you happy? it would be a waste of a perfectly good flower crown, you idiot…" he grumbles under his breath in a rant.

“well, fine! see if i care! wear it if you want, i totally didn’t make it anyway so it’s whatever…” you bite down on your tongue, lying to his face yet again. abbacchio narrows his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“you're a terrible liar." he cuts you off bluntly. "you expect me to believe that you just found a perfectly woven flower crown lying around? these things take time and effort to make." he looks at you with questioning eyes.

“well, as long as you don’t use your stand to find out, then i guess you’ll never know.” you respond in an almost cocky tone, fully believing that you’d won in this scenario. although suddenly, a loud beckon rang out through the air.

“moody blues.” abbachio grunted, and you turned to be face to face with his shiny, sleek stand positioned not even a meter away from your face.

“what, scared i’ll see that you actually made it?” he teased. “how about we turn back… 2 hours? surely that should be enough time.” he throws a dirty smirk in your direction, and you watch as his stand slowly melts to take the representation of you. when the stand turns into an uncanny version of yourself, you quickly pull out your stand ability and finally freeze moody blue’s from transforming into yourself out of a sudden defensiveness.

“oh?” he teased expectantly, seeing right through your little act. “why’ve you done that then?”.

“j-just- shut up, ok! it was me that made it, but it’s better if i tell you now than if a fuck ass fake version of myself snitches on me!” you quickly gasp out in an exasperated tone, before a quick crimson glow broadcasted itself onto your face.

“ha. i knew it.” he scoffed. “well, after all… it is kinda cute.” he said quickly, before softly smiling at your awkward frame.

“now come on, we have work to do together.” he says calmly, securing the flower crown onto his head whilst his other arm reaches out for your now shaking hand.

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Narancia Ghirga:

ever since you began dating narancia, one thing that you’d began to observe about him was the fact that you’d never once see him comb or brush his hair. it seemed to you that he hasn’t been taking care of it very well, so one day you decided to help.

and oh boy was it knotted though.... he sat on the floor while you sat on the bed, looming over him as you began brushing his hair as gently as you could.

"OW! dammit that hurts!" he wails, you having barely even started yet.

“i know, i know! just hold on for a few more seconds, trust me i know how it feels. just a few more seconds and then you’ll have beautiful soft hair!” you say through gritted teeth, yanking at his locks over and over.

"GYAHH..! beautiful my ass! it feels like you're tryna turn me bald!" he squirms, hands turning to grip the floor but finding nothing to hold, his voice whiny but laced with a grudging trust.

"if i go bald, i'm telling giorno it was your fault, and-and he'll prob'ly arrest you .. or do some mafia shit!" he squeals as a very unthreatening threat.

“okay, let’s not be dramatic here, i’m sure you’ll be fine! just give me a damn second to concentrate.” you fire back, whilst changing to a new technique of softly massaging out a clumpy knot instead of tugging it. narancia sucks in a sharp breath as you gently work through the lump, his muscles beginning to relax beneath his tank top. he continues to grumble to himself, aiming a half-attempt to look over his shoulder at you.

"easy for you to say, you haven’t got a damn bird's nest for hair! this is straight up torture—" he rocks and shakes in his seat, not making the process any easier in the slightest.

“yes, well, if you actually looked after your hair like i do then we wouldn’t be here right now, would we?!” you tut sarcastically before rolling your eyes and slightly losing grip of your burning temper, causing you to start dragging out the clump of knot from its roots. this instantly drags a reaction from narancia deep in his soul, as he shouts,

"YIKE! what the hell?! i thought i said gently!" he yelps, nearly toppling forward, hands flying up like a startled cat into the emptiness infront of him, followed by his stand instinctively shooting out and turning to face you. looking into aerosmith’s firing range, you instantly pull out your stand and freeze his; creating a subtle neon aura around his plane to show that you had made it nullified.

"ugh! you're worse than mista with them bullets of his-“ you suddenly pull harder.

“OW again? seriously!" he whines, voice cracking slightly, but he doesn’t entirely pull away either now he knows there’s no way out.

"...fine! fine! just… do it faster or i’m shooting up your favourite teddy that you always chose to cuddle instead of me." he huffs, before embracing for the next round of hair tugging to commence now that he’s fully aware of how useless he is in this encounter.

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Guido Mista:

he would NOT go easy on you in training.

i mean realistically, you’d never seen him go easy on anyone, even if it was just for practice. even after he’d asked you out and the pair of your spilt your heart out to eachother, he would still quite confidently shoot his bullets directly at your chest.

well, at least attempt to. after all, one of the main reasons that he knew he was able to shoot into you like that was because he knew that no matter what, you would stop them. your stand was always strong, and even on the off chance if he grazed your leg or something, then he knew giorno would help you, (it happened one time, okay?!).

however, today during your duel you were feeling the result of no sleep. you’d been facing so much stress from all of the commotion in the group lately, that you must’ve just failed to see all six of his bullets aiming your way.

usually, you tried your best to ban yourself from activating your stand ability, as you didn’t want to become lazy in physical skill in case you fell into a situation where you couldn’t use it. however, when their fucking little annoying bitch ass screeches came hauling towards your face, and you realised that there was no way you could dodge it in time, your stand ability just had to come out. halting them in their place, mistas face dropped.

“no way! y/n, what happened? are you feeling okay?” mista asked, always and forever shocked on the odd chances where you have to pull out your stand.

“i-im just tired.. and i didn’t need you to.. to.. aim so well!!” you brattily reply, having a minor strop before realising just how pathetic you sounded.

“aww, poor baby. are you tired? it’s okay- i’ll go easy.” he comforts you to the best of his ability, but you just roll your eyes again as you know he hasn’t got the brain cells to not go hard each and every time.

“here they come!” mista beckons from a distance, and you spend a while waiting for the attack until you finally give up on him and drop your guard. all of a sudden, as if on queue you hear the screeching ‘MISSSSTAAAAAA’ wail through the air.

that massive fucker. you thought to yourself before using your stand ability yet again.

it was going to be a long day. (and giorno may be needed).

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hihi... may i request an eunoia discord layout if its ok?

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[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

A Pirates Life For Me

Pairings: father Killian Jones x child/teen!reader

Imagine: what it would be like to be Killian Jones child

Warnings: none really, mostly fluff, and Killian Jones being the best father ever, I guess there’s some spoilers for those who haven’t watched all seasons I guess, mention of when he died, NOT proofread yet

A/N back to writing ya’ll (hopefully), thought I’d start it of easy with some headcanons, so a few other will come out too but this is the first because recently I’ve been obsessing over Killian again along with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Hunter (from tbb)

Side note half of this got deleted and couldn’t really remember what I wrote so it’s definitely not as good as the first draft

First things first you were raised on the Jolly Roger, you would most probably grow up as a pirate, and when old enough you’d help him fighting against the other pirates that would attack you at times

I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to deal with wearing dark colored clothes, he doesn’t do light color therefore neither do you at least until you’re old enough to decide for yourself what clothes you want

You’d beg Killian to buy you the biggest hat ever as you read somewhere that pirates has hats, he never bought you that hat… he did steal a tiny hat that fit you perfectly though…

He was scared to death that he would be like his own father, but don’t worry he’s both like that he’s the best and he’d never leave you like that

Your initials are written beside the wheel (you know where he wrote with his hook for Bae/Neal)

Things you carved into the ship as a kid can still be seen in the most random places

He childproofed the ship, put child locks on nearly every cabinet not knowing if it was child appropriate things in them as the crew would put their things in random places, he did not find the thought of you finding a knife, sword, or gun and accidentally hurt yourself very comforting

Adopted child, biological child, doesn’t matter he loves you the same.

Depending on when you were born you might of watched The Dark One rip the heart out of your father’s lover

One of many traumatic events

Killian values you more than anything else, if he had to choose between revenge or you, he’d always choose you, he’d do anything for you even if it meant him dying

He still knows how to say no to things though

He made a mental list in his head on things he would teach you

1. How to sail

2. How to navigate with stars

3. Sword fighting

4. How to survive on Neverland (just in case Pan decided to kidnap you or something to mess with him)

5. How to escape from Neverland

6. What plants are poisonous or not

7. Do not make deals with the dark one

And then the list goes on and on, he would want to teach you everything he knows about everything really, he just doesn’t want you to make the same mistakes he did, or to end up being a villain as he wants you to get your happy ending

Somewhere along the road you got dragged into wanting to help your father get revenge, nearly succeeded in multiple occasions, but as it turns out villains don’t really get their revenge

You once made the crew find a hook and clothes similar to Killian’s and later on that day you’d run up to Killian, hand clutching a hook and act as if you were the captain of the ship, imitating your father (with a really bad “adult” voice). He would let out a wide smile, eyes twinkling and a soft gaze as he looked down at you trying to reach the wheel. He’d eventually pick you up and let you steer the destination as he helped you turn the wheel the other way than he had set the course too. This was also the first time he taught you how to sail. Or somewhat, it wasn’t like you took much of the information in as you soon got bored and went to watch over the railing at the crashing waves.

Btw I’m tired of fics where Captain Hooks child likes Peter Pan, why because a parents ideals usually sets with the child, meaning you’d probably hate Peter Pan and Rumplestiltskin as much as your father does

He would tell you stories of his older brother and how he was a hero and he wished you’d met him, you would eventually in hell though later as you went to rescue your father so that’s fine, turns out he wasn’t the hero your father made him out to be, but that’s fine you only need one hero and that’s your dad

He would also tell you stories of his adventures, it made for quite the long entertaining tales as he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead before continuing his story which he altered to be a bit more child friendly and a bit more dramatic

He lets you have some of his clothes when he’s going away for a long time because he knows you’ll miss him

He lets you wear his jackets/coats, you freezing he’s already put his jacket/coat over you, even if they’re too big for you , he loves how adorable you look in it as he’s reminded that you’re still just a child and he doesn’t want you to grow up

He’d try to teach you how to paint, might succeed might not still he loves the bonding time he’s good at painting in any universe you can’t tell me otherwise

He hates seeing you hurt

If you get hurt on a raid he’d made sure whoever hurt you would suffer, you want him kiss the injury better, he’d do so in a heartbeat even if it meant his reputation would falter slightly

He starts dating someone else (Emma) he’d make sure that person treated you right, if not he’d dump said person

If he founds out you like someone he wouldn’t be overprotective, he’d still be protective but he’d mostly be supportive. He’d tease you about it until it became annoying, he’d encourage you and give you advice (even if most of his advice failed)and if it failed he’d be there to comfort you through it all

You’d blame Emma for turning Killian into a dark one and you’d blame Emma for Killian’s death

When you rescued Killian from hell he promised you he’d never die again if not of old age and that he’d never take of his good luck ring ever again as you thought he jinxed it by giving it to Emma

You were glad for his sake when he married Emma just because you saw your father happy with someone else again and not just grieving and seeking revenge for his ex lover

He hugs surprisingly great, he’s like your human sized pirate teddy bear

He misses the times when you would come into his room late at night after a nightmare and crawl under the covers and cuddle close to him, not because you had a nightmare but because he liked that you knew you would always be safe with him

He would hate that you’d have nightmares after his death and you no matter what age you are in would sometimes go into his room to make sure he was still alive and maybe even sleep beside him, he’d wake up to you sprawled out over the whole bed clutching his side tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear

Will make sure you get your happy ending

He’s just father material it’s as simple as that (just look at Nook, love Nook though but original Hook is the best)

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

❝ BLACK SWAN ❞

PAIRING ➢ killian jones x brother!Swan male reader

SYNOPSIS ➢ Killian Jones was no stranger to using his charms in order to woo beautiful women, Emma Swan being no exception. You couldn’t stand the sight of him flirting shamelessly with your sister, purely for brotherly reasons, so you decide to tell him off. What you didn’t know, was that his eye had been drawn to you the moment he saw you.

CONTENT WARNING ➢ season 2 & 3 spoilers, sort of one-sided rivals to lovers, tension, kissing, making out, harsh language, guys flirting, insults as flirting, threats

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.4 k

a/n: I wrote this because I read another similar fic and, no hate to that author, but I wanted to write it better and so that it would be more to my satisfaction. Also, I am well aware of all the requests I still have yet to do, but I fell into a OUAT hole and now I’m here.

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by  a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

 “This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

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[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

can you write another pan x reader? i loved the other one!! how about something like pan tries to make the reader jealous by bringing wendy to neverland but instead wendy and the reader become friends? i feel like that’d be fun (and kinda subversive uwu) <3

not the reaction i was expecting ...

yes. he calls you sweet thing. also i luv this rec sm its so adorbs i luv it <3. also this is less hc's and more just a long blurb cut up.

tw: nothing rly pans just an ass.

well, he's just an ass. we been knew this girl. he just wants to piss you off so he's able to tease ya about it later boo.

"damn, sweet thing. didn't know you liked me that much?"

so he KNEW this plan would work. (thought).

he's been talking about Wendy all the time. how he's so excited for you to meet her. and, yeah, you were annoyed. one - he was constantly saying the same thing over and over again! two - he was talking about some girl over and over again.

so she finally gets to neverland. then you two like stop being around each other as much. again, annoyed.

so you walk away to blow off some steam. thats when you see her, trapped in a cage, no where near Pan!

lying bastard.

you let her out of the cage, introducing yourself.

"hey, I'm [insert readers name]. sorry we have to meet like this, it's so messy and weird." you say.

she introduces herself, "Wendy Darling. and yes, it's very 'messy' as you put it..."

you two talked more and more and hit it off.

you learned she was really sweet and she learned that you don't want to kidnap her and keep her in cage!

you guys were super close, seeing as how you were the only women on the island. you were able to do, somewhat, girly stuff together.

you get Pan to snag stuff for you everytime he brings a new kid. e.g. nail polish, certain makeup, certain clothes, skincare, haircare, snacks, etc.

so you brought Wendy back and you both had a girls day! you completely glammed out. the outfits, skincare masks, hair masks, the makeup after the masks, the whole shabang.

well. you expected it. when you guys were laughing and giggling in yours and Pete's shared tent, Pan heard you.

he came in and saw you two together.

"uhm, hey sweet thing. what- uh, what's happening here?" he said with a nervous smile.

you turn around to face him, big smile on your face, "i met her like you wanted me to! you're right, she's super sweet and pretty. we've had a girls day all day!"

you and her both laughed, not really knowing why but something in your connected minds was humorous right now.

Pan himself let out a nervous laugh, "well this was... not the reaction i was expecting ... "

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

I love the concept of the mimic stand ! Can I request the reaction of the buccelati gang with child reader with mimic stand from vita carnis (reader is a member of the gang and Bruno was the one who has taken her in) ? And the reaction of La Squadra when meeting reader. Thanks 😊

sure! no problem, thank you for requesting, i hope u enjoy ^^

Bucciarati

Bruno was the one who took you in, and honestly, he doesn’t regret it.

When he first saw Mimic tear apart some enemy Stand user, he was deeply unsettled- but when the creature immediately went back to gently tucking your coat tighter around your shoulders, Bruno understood it wasn’t dangerous to you.

He’s protective, but also recognizes Mimic is its own guardian. He makes sure you don’t feel guilty about what your Stand does, because he knows it isn’t under your control.

Sometimes he walks in on Mimic brushing your hair or fixing your shoelaces and it’s so eerie yet so heartwarming he just… sighs. This is his life now.

Giorno

Giorno is fascinated by Mimic. It’s grotesque, horrifying, and yet there’s this paradoxical tenderness in the way it treats you.

He studies it carefully, but never in a way that makes you feel like an experiment- he just wants to understand.

Giorno is the first to realize Mimic has a sharp intelligence. The way it watches others, the way it imitates people’s mannerisms, all of it tells him it’s always learning.

He quietly asks Mimic to help protect you when he can’t be nearby. And when the monster tilts its head and “smiles,” Giorno takes that as agreement.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio HATES Mimic at first. He doesn’t trust it- everything about its design screams predator, and the way it lurks under furniture makes him scowl.

He lowkey expects it to turn on you one day, and he never lets his guard down around it.

But then he sees how gentle it is with you. Like when you scrape your knee, Mimic instantly appears to carefully lift you into its long arms, holding you until Bruno brings bandages.

Abbacchio still grumbles, but in his own way, he respects that Mimic is basically your giant, scary babysitter. He even makes dark jokes about it: “...If we die in battle, your monster will use us as chew toys.”

Fugo

Fugo is nervous around Mimic. He already struggles with his own Stand’s uncontrollable violence, so seeing yours act independently just reminds him too much of Purple Haze.

But unlike Purple Haze, Mimic shows affection and comfort toward you. That unsettles him, because it’s like the monster knows how to play the “parental” role.

Still, he admires how strong it is- when enemies underestimate you, Mimic makes sure they never do again.

Fugo sometimes sits nearby while you play and Mimic hovers protectively, and he finds himself wondering if Purple Haze could ever show that kind of warmth.

Trish

Trish is conflicted. She doesn’t want to scare you, but every time Mimic slithers out of the dark, she feels her skin crawl.

She’s soft with you though, humming and brushing your hair back while Mimic looms silently nearby.

Over time, she warms up to the Stand because she sees how it pampers you- buttoning your coat, carrying you when you’re sleepy. It almost feels like having a bodyguard nanny.

She’ll still shriek if Mimic suddenly crawls out from under the bed without warning, though.

Mista

Mista was HORRIFIED the first time he saw Mimic tear someone apart. He was ready to shoot until Bruno stopped him.

But after he realized the monster only protects you, he actually started finding it kinda… funny?

He teases you about having your own “scary butler.”

Mista sometimes tests it by pretending to tickle you too hard or annoy you- Mimic will instantly loom, and he’ll throw his hands up like “OKAY OKAY I’M JUST PLAYING.”

He secretly feels safer with you around, because no one’s gonna get through Mimic if they try to hurt the gang.

Narancia

Narancia was TERRIFIED at first. He screamed when Mimic crawled out of a closet and wrapped its arms around you.

But after realizing it’s your Stand, he got attached way too fast. He calls it your “creepy uncle.”

He loves showing you new hiding spots for Mimic- like “Try under that couch, I bet you fit!”

Narancia will sometimes ask Mimic to mimic people in the gang, and the horrifying smile it does while copying their mannerisms makes him laugh so hard he can’t breathe.

He thinks it’s both the scariest and coolest Stand he’s ever seen.

Risotto

Risotto doesn’t scare easily, but Mimic unsettles even him.

He watches carefully, calculating its behavior. 

The fact that it acts independently of you makes him wary- it’s like you’re walking around with your own assassin at all times.

He respects it though, and he respects you because you’re still just a kid yet you have this lethal guardian.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto tries to act calm and collected, but Mimic’s wide, skinless grin unsettles him badly.

He doesn’t like unpredictability, and Mimic is pure unpredictability. He keeps his distance.

Still, seeing how it coddles you… he softens. Quietly mutters: “At least the brat has someone watching out for them.”

Pesci

TERRIFIED. He hides behind Prosciutto when Mimic appears.

But then he notices it fixing your hair with those long hands, and he’s like “…It’s… nice??” 

He’s confused but tries not to upset it.

Formaggio

Acts like he’s not scared but is absolutely scared.

Tries joking around with you like: “Hey kid, your monster got a name? Or should I just call it Nightmares?”

Nearly cries when Mimic suddenly mimics his own movements with that awful smile.

Melone

Melone is fascinated. Oh no.

He’s immediately trying to study Mimic, asking you endless questions, but Mimic positions itself between you and him protectively.

He 100% wants to test its limits, but even he knows better than to provoke it too far.

Illuso

Horrified. He wants nothing to do with Mimic.

He’s disturbed by how humanlike it pretends to be. 

He refuses to look at it directly.

Ghiaccio

He LOSES IT. The ranting is immediate: 

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?? WHY IS IT SMILING LIKE THAT?? JESUS CHRIST THIS IS FUCKED UP!”

Mimic stares at him silently and Ghiaccio hides behind Risotto while continuing to rant.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

Hii, what do you think which characters from each part would totally vibe with a gossip queen reader?

Like, reader is always down to listen to any story and strangers are comfortable telling them everything. They can be in a new town and BOOM they know everyone and everything that is going on and even have screenshots.

Hmm good question!! I hope you enjoy!!

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Part 1: Phantom Blood

Speedwagon → 100% your partner in crime. He’s a storyteller himself, dramatic to the bone, so he’d love sitting with you, trading gossip, and hyping you up. “Tell me more, love, don’t leave out a single detail!”

Dio (pre-mask) → Wouldn’t admit it, but he’d absolutely use your gossip-collecting as ammunition. He sees your talent as a weapon.

Part 2: Battle Tendency

Joseph → Ohhh you two are a nightmare combo. He’s messy, he loves drama, he lives for hearing the latest scandal. He’d absolutely push you to spill everything, then exaggerate it in retellings.

Caesar → Pretends he’s above it, but secretly loves listening in when you dish. He won’t spread it, as recklessly as Joseph would, but he finds your network impressive.

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Kakyoin → Surprisingly, yes. He’s composed, but he has that sly streak. Loves to sit back and listen to you connect all the dots in people’s lives, it’s like live entertainment for him.

Polnareff → Thrives on gossip. He’s not subtle about it either; he’ll laugh, gasp, and shout “NO WAY!” in the middle of your story.

Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable

Rohan → LOVES gossip. To him, it’s prime writing material. He’ll insist he doesn’t care, but then he’s scribbling down everyone’s messy lives for “research.”

Okuyasu → He’s the wide-eyed bestie who reacts to everything you tell him like it’s the wildest thing he’s ever heard. You could say “so-and-so cheated at bingo” and he’d gasp like you revealed a murder.

Josuke → Enjoys it in a more lowkey way, likes that you can instantly know the vibe of any place you walk into. He finds it charming.

Part 5: Golden Wind

Narancia → Easily your #1 fan. He’ll follow you around begging for updates “What happened next?! Tell me, tell me!”

Mista → Eats it up like candy. He’ll even help you gather dirt, like an eager wingman. Loves your screenshots, reacts with emojis irl.

Fugo → He’ll scold you “Why do you waste your energy on this nonsense?” but 20 minutes later, he’s pacing in the kitchen muttering about that thing you told him like it’s his problem now.

Formaggio → Oh, this man LOVES gossip. He’s petty, he’s nosy, he absolutely lives for hearing the tea and watching you stir the pot.

Part 6: Stone Ocean

Ermes → She’s your ride-or-die gossip buddy. She’ll trade info with you and hype you up for knowing everyone’s business.

Anasui → Obsessed with you knowing everything. He’d ask for constant updates, especially about rivals. It feeds his paranoia.

Jolyne → She loves the social angle, you walk into any room and own it because you’ve got all the connections. She thinks it’s badass.

Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Gyro → He thrives on stories, rumors, and drama. He’s the type to nudge you during the race like, “So what’s the scandal with those guys, huh? Spill it.”

Diego → Uses your information strategically. He respects how quickly you gather it, but where Gyro finds it fun, Diego sees it as valuable intel.

Part 8: Jojolion

Yasuho → Perfect gossip partner. She already lowkey does this, always pulling out her phone, digging through info, and putting pieces together. She and you would be a power duo of intel.

Gappy → He’s more of a listener. He doesn’t always get the appeal, but he loves hearing you talk and feels safe knowing you’re plugged in everywhere.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

Sending Lucy a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! She is a beautiful queen

I was wondering if you could do a little thing about Jotaro having an SO who is EXTREMELY close with Holly! Like, always bonding, maybe they sometimes scold him for how to he talks to her lol ! Thank you sm :}

I love holly! Thank you!!! And of course!!

You and Holly were perched on the couch, cross-legged and laughing over a photo album from her childhood. Jotaro stood in the doorway, arms crossed, brow furrowed, trying to look intimidating but failing spectacularly in the face of your energy.

“You really don’t have to—” Jotaro started, voice gruff, but you interrupted, grinning. “Oh, I know, I know,” you said, patting Holly’s hand. “But we love it. Don’t you, Holly?” Holly’s quiet laugh was all the confirmation you needed.

Jotaro groaned. “I mean… you don’t have to babysit me about how I talk to her.”

“Babysit?” you echoed, tilting your head. “Oh, honey, you need it. You call her ‘old lady’ like it’s a joke. She’s your wife, remember?” Jotaro blinked, stiffened, then muttered, “She’s… not my wife…”

“You really need lessons in respect,” Holly chimed in quietly, though her eyes twinkled. You leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t worry, we’ll train you. Step one: no more pet names unless she gives permission. Step two: actually smile sometimes when you talk to her.”

Jotaro’s jaw twitched. He scowled, but you could see it, deep down, he appreciated that you both cared. Even if he’d never admit it aloud. Holly leaned her head against your shoulder. “I think it’s nice,” she murmured. “That she keeps you in check.”

“And I think it’s hilarious,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “But don’t worry, we love him anyway… kind of.” Jotaro crossed his arms tighter, hiding the faint blush that no one but you would notice.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

hello hello!! I was wondering if you could write platonic Bruno with a team member who just kinda… randomly lore drops. And if anyone asks them about it, they seem to just forget what they said.

I was also wondering if perhaps I could be 🍡 anon :3 (sounds weird as idk how it works/ how to ask, so apologies, but I figured I’ve sent a few requests at this point lol-)

NEW ANON!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Bruno notices it first during a quiet moment in the hideout. You’re fiddling with a pen or a Stand ability or whatever, and suddenly you mutter “Did you know the ruins of Pompeii had a secret chamber beneath the main amphitheater?”

Bruno blinks, pauses mid-step, and asks, “Excuse me… what?” You shrug innocently. “Nothing. Just… history stuff.”

Later, he realizes you have a habit of randomly dropping full-on world-building facts, sometimes about places, sometimes about Stand theory, sometimes about the gang itself. But the weird part is, whenever anyone else asks you about it, you just stare blankly. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know… did I say something?” He notices when you mutter obscure Stand trivia under your breath while fixing something in the hideout. He pretends not to be impressed, but when no one else is paying attention, he smirks a little.

Occasionally, he gently asks for clarification, half to genuinely understand, half to see if you’ll fumble. He’s secretly grateful for your quirks. The gang’s life is dangerous and messy, and you bring a little chaos that’s harmless but fun and Bruno likes that. 

He often acts calm, collected, and just sighs. But inside, he’s a little amused by how effortlessly you confuse everyone. He finds it… endearing. He’ll often quietly steer the conversation so you can drop another tidbit, just to watch the others’ reactions.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

Hi Hi, 🌸 anon again! Lately, I've been getting hit with a bunch of nostalgia because I've been getting fairy tail post on my fyp, and I was obsessed with that anime when I was younger, and low-key even now

How would the Bucci gang react to a stand user who's stand is similar to Lucy's star magic? Like they can summon the zodiac to fight bye their side, and they have star dress too (which means they can transform their clothes to match with the zodiac, and get their power too)

Thank youu! And Remember, take care of yourself. Get plenty of rest and food 🙂‍↕️

Welcome back 🌸 anon!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Bruno:

Bruno is immediately intrigued. He respects ability, but seeing someone summon zodiac-like Stand companions combined with “Star Dress” powers? That’s next-level teamwork.

His approach is calm but analytical. He’ll ask detailed questions about your abilities, testing your limits carefully.

Secretly impressed by your versatility, especially how you can adapt your outfit and powers to match the zodiac you summon. He respects discipline, and mastering something like that takes focus.

Might comment softly “That’s… very impressive. But don’t overextend yourself. You’re not invincible.”

Abbacchio:

Initially skeptical. He’s the type to fold his arms and frown, thinking your abilities might be flashy but impractical.

But when he sees the zodiac actually fight alongside you and protect you strategically, his respect grows fast. He’s lowkey fascinated by how each zodiac embodies a different combat style, almost like a personalized Stand army.

He also appreciates that your “Star Dress” allows you to access new abilities, he’s analytical enough to see the synergy immediately.

Abbacchio would mutter dryly “You’re… not bad. Just don’t get cocky.”

Mista:

Absolutely loses it. He’s thrilled by the flashy, action-packed nature of your powers. “Zodiac army? Star dress? This is insane!”

Will beg you to let him watch every transformation and summon. He’d probably get super into strategizing which zodiac matches which enemy.

Lowkey jealous of the versatility, but he hides it behind loud admiration and endless questions.

He’d probably joke “Hey, can I borrow Taurus next time? He looks like a tank!”

Narancia:

He’s immediately excited but confused at first. “Wait, you can transform your outfit AND summon a whole army?”

Once he grasps it, he thinks you’re insanely cool and will cheer every time a zodiac appears, reacting with total energy “YES! Go Pisces! Take ‘em down!”

Loves your creativity with the Star Dress combos. Probably tries to mimic you in tiny ways, even though it’s impossible.

Fugo:

Initially cautious. He’s always analyzing threats and would want to understand the mechanics of your powers before reacting.

Slowly comes to respect your abilities. He appreciates how tactical the zodiac summons are, each one seems like an extension of your intellect as well as your Stand.

Could mutter to himself while watching “You’re… remarkably powerful… and disciplined.”

Would occasionally offer constructive tips, almost like a mentor, which shows he values you.

Trish:

She would love your style, especially the Star Dress transformations. Totally envious of your wardrobe options but also inspired.

Loves how your summoning feels like an artistic performance as much as combat, graceful, precise, beautiful.

Could eventually start coordinating aesthetic combos with you for missions, like “oh, I’ll match your zodiac colors.”

Giorno:

Instantly sees your power as strategic potential. He’d want to understand the limits and rules of each zodiac, analyzing them like a chessboard.

Also appreciates the symbolism, the Star Dress and zodiac motifs appeal to his aesthetic and tactical mind.

He’d quietly admire how balanced your abilities are, both visually stunning and effective in combat.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

I was doing some rereading on your page, and tell me why I forgot you don't only do part 5 stuff🤦🏽‍♀️

But hear me out... part 3 or/and 4 with either a reader who is very gen z like, or a reader who just calls out the others whenever they're trying to act cool, mostly Jotaro 💀 sometimes I would be watching JoJo and make comments about some characters like "Bro thinks he's soo nonchalant 🙄", "Oh who is you? 🤨" and stuff like that (in a joking way ofc) but now im just like, how would the characters react to that stuff???

Have a good night/day, and take care of yourself and Lucy!! 🌸 anon out ✌🏽

LMFAOO, yeah I have a lot of part 5 content😭I hope you enjoy!!

Jotaro:

At first, he tries to ignore your constant commentary. Your remarks like “Bro thinks he’s sooo nonchalant” during intense moments frustrate him beyond words.

Eventually, your teasing starts to break through his stoic exterior. When you roll your eyes at his “tough guy act,” he secretly admires your fearlessness.

He begins to anticipate your commentary during missions and almost smirks when you drop a witty remark, though he’ll never admit it aloud.

He’s protective of you. Any potential danger to you triggers his instinct immediately, and sometimes he responds to threats before even acknowledging your words.

Joseph:

Thrives off your sarcasm and jokes. He laughs loudly, often making the tension in fights lighter just because he finds your remarks hilarious. “Cool pose, Polnareff. Did you learn that from a Disney villain tutorial?”

When you mock Polnareff’s dramatic poses or even Jotaro’s “serious” attitude, Joseph cheers you on like it’s the best entertainment he’s had all day.

Secretly, he finds your commentary refreshing, a modern, quick-witted contrast to his own old-school antics.

Polnareff:

Initially offended by your commentary “Oh who is you? 🤨”

Quickly turns it into a challenge. He starts exaggerating his poses and speech to get a reaction from you, which only gives you more material to roast. “Oh look, it’s the guy with more hair than sense”

He enjoys the dynamic in a slightly competitive, brotherly way. He may groan loudly at your sarcasm, but he’s secretly entertained “Dude, you gotta let your eyebrows grow…It’s just all forehead…”

Avdol:

Your humor is less transparent to him at first. He raises an eyebrow at your remarks but respects your observation skills. “Yeah, I’m just saying. You’re trying to intimidate everyone with your ‘mystical flame guru’ vibe, but I can see the panic in your eyes. Clock it. Not scary, just… extra.”

Deep down, he enjoys that you call out their over-the-top “cool moments.” Your insights are sharp and useful, keeping the group grounded.

Kakyoin:

Finds your humor intriguing. He smiles quietly at your jokes and occasionally engages in subtle banter with you.

Likes that you’re honest and don’t sugarcoat your observations, it’s refreshing in a group that often has high tensions. Especially with enemies “Bro… did you practice that stare in the mirror for an hour or is it natural?”

The group was cornered in an abandoned warehouse, the tension high as Dio’s minions closed in. Jotaro stepped forward, arms crossed, staring down their Stand user with that infamous glare.

“Bro thinks he’s sooo nonchalant,” you muttered, rolling your eyes so dramatically that even Iggy paused mid-bark. Polnareff snorted. “Finally! Someone gets it!” Jotaro froze. His jaw tightened. “…What did you just say?”

“You know, the whole ‘I don’t care about anything’ act. So intimidating. So terrifying. Big mood, though.” Joseph laughed loudly from behind a stack of crates. “She’s got a point, Jotaro! Admit it!”

Jotaro glared at you, arms still crossed, but for just a fraction of a second, you saw it, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Was that… amusement? “Shut up,” he muttered finally, but there was no heat in his voice. Just… that quiet acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, you were right.

You grinned, tossing him a small wink before ducking behind cover. Polnareff immediately struck a heroic pose, clearly inspired by your commentary. “Oh great, now I’m the fool of the group again…” Jotaro muttered, but you could tell he was secretly entertained.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

I shall be 🍝 (spaghetti anon)! Can I please get an imagine where the reader is cooking spaghetti for Bruno's group and they break the uncooked spaghetti in front of them just to see what happens?

I heard that breaking uncooked pasta in front of Italians is the equivalent of committing a cardinal sin.

🍝anon!! Yipppeeee, I'm not Itailan but even this hurt my soul😭, I hope you enjoy!!!

You hum quietly in the kitchen, a pot of water steaming, fresh tomatoes simmering into a rich sauce, basil leaves scattered nearby. Today, your goal is simple: feed the gang homemade spaghetti.

The gang is gathered in the kitchen, intrigued by the process. Narancia leans in curiously, Mista lounges nearby twirling a single strand of pasta, Fugo hovers nervously, and Abbacchio’s expression is… unreadable, as always. Giorno stands slightly apart, observing quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching like he already knows this will be entertaining.

You pick up a bundle of uncooked spaghetti and on a mischievous whim, snap a single strand in half. The room freezes.

Bruno stops mid-motion, turning slowly toward you. His calm facade is intact, but his eyes narrow. “…You… broke the spaghetti?” The silence is heavy, like the calm before a storm. You feel the weight of Italian heritage pressing down.

Narancia screams “NOOO!! THAT’S ILLEGAL IN ITALY, BRO!!” He’s flailing, pointing at the broken pasta as if it were a crime scene. Mista collapses laughing. “Ohhh this is perfect! The look on Bruno’s face!!” He’s ecstatic, loving every second of the chaos.

Fugo sighs heavily. Hands over his face. “I… I can’t… Why?!” Equal parts horrified and fascinated. Abbacchio deadpans at the confusion on your face “You’ve committed a culinary atrocity. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?” But even he hides a twitch of amusement behind his serious facade.

Trish tries to mediate. “It’s… just pasta.” But she knows better. Everyone knows better. Giorno observes quietly for a moment, then slowly smiles. “I suppose some lessons can only be learned the hard way.” He steps closer, tilting his head, but the glint in his eyes says he’s both judging and secretly entertained.

Your “mistake” immediately, holding up the broken spaghetti sheepishly. Bruno sighs, pacing slightly, before speaking “Next time… cook it properly.”

Narancia cheers, Mista laughs even louder, Fugo mutters something about “civilized pasta consumption,” and Abbacchio… just glares, though the corner of his mouth almost twitches. Giorno quietly shakes his head, but you catch a faint grin.

Despite the chaos, you feel oddly victorious. You’ve broken pasta, yes, but you’ve also united the gang in shared horror, amusement, and just a touch of respect for your daring.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

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Now that I've got your attention. Hello! your blog always has something that catches my eye– I'd like to squeeze myself inbetween request and hope Tumblr doesn't throw it down the garbage shoot. My request is headcannons for Bucciarati's gang with a very Natsume soseki‐esque reader!

Natsume himself in BSD plays a very, very big role despite his handful appearances, is a highly charismatic man and his ability in it of itself is ambiguous. Natsume transforms into a cat– which doesn't seem like much, but he knows more than he let's on because of his Inconspicuous design of a calico cat [or how the wiki fandom puts it : is able to see through all kinds of things].

It's likely the members of Bucciarati's gang will regconize the pattern on both the cat's fur and Reader's hair, and their reactions to it all clicking together.

Sorry if this request is headlong and full of too much going on, but I hope I didn't make this too incomprehensible!!

This is such a unique request! I love cat <3, I hope you enjoy!!!

 Bruno:

From the start, he senses your reliability and wisdom. He listens when you speak because your words, no matter how vague, always hold meaning.

He doesn’t question why you disappear sometimes and a cat appears instead but he does notice the patterns.

One day, mid-mission, he pauses, staring at your hair and then at the calico cat grooming itself nearby. The realization clicks silently.

He doesn’t call you out, just gives a small smile and says softly “I’ll trust you to reveal what you want, when you want.”

Narancia:

Loves the cat. Obsessed with the cat. He feeds it scraps and tries to carry it everywhere.

Doesn’t connect you to it for the longest time, Don’t be surprised if he was the last to figure it out. But when it finally clicks, he FLIPS.

“WAIT… YOU’RE THE CAT?! The cat that I let SLEEP ON MY BED??”

He’s embarrassed, but also kind of proud, like he’s got a cool secret with you now. Immediately starts begging you to transform on command so he can show Aerosmith.

Mista:

Suspicious at first because the cat always shows up conveniently whenever you’re gone.

Eventually he just blurts it out “Okay, you’ve got the same hair as that cat. Don’t bullshit me.”

When you confirm, he cackles. He thinks it’s hilarious.

Calls you “gatto” nonstop. Also insists you sit in his lap in cat form so he can pet you during downtime.

Fugo:

The quickest to figure it out logically. He notices the timing, the fur pattern, your vanishing acts.

He doesn’t say anything at first, he wants to test his theory. Eventually he just confronts you suddenly “You’re the cat. Aren’t you?”

When you admit it, he isn’t surprised at all. He’s fascinated by the precision and usefulness of your Stand.

He trusts you more after realizing your ability’s true scope, because it explains why you’re always so insightful.

Abbacchio:

Pretends he doesn’t care about the cat. Pretends.

But he definitely notices when the calico stares too knowingly at situations. He’s not stupid.

When he realizes it’s you, he’s a little annoyed. “So that’s why you always seemed so smug.”

Secretly though, he respects it, you’ve been gathering truths quietly, just like him with Moody Blues. Two sides of the same coin.

Trish:

She notices your charisma more than anything. She’s intrigued by the way people listen to you without realizing it.

When she connects the cat’s fur with your hair, she blurts it out without hesitation. “You really thought you could fool us with something that obvious?”

But instead of mocking, she smiles knowingly. She likes that you’re a shapeshifter, it feels luxurious, stylish. She often brushes your hair and fur, claiming you need to “look presentable in both forms.”

Giorno:

He sees through it almost instantly. Your aura doesn’t change between forms, and Gold Experience can sense life signatures.

He never outs you, though. He respects your choice to conceal your true ability.

When you finally reveal it openly, he nods calmly. “I knew. But it was important that the others discovered it for themselves.”

He admires your Stand deeply. In his eyes, you embody adaptability and hidden strength, qualities vital for survival.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

🗡️ anon here with an angsty request heading your way

jojos 1-5 and reader who dies protecting him from a fatal blow from the jofoe. The reader is able to confess their feelings for them before they die. The jojos are torn with grief and then anger and go ham on their jofoe. They decide to honor their beloved’s sacrifice and memory by telling their story.

( that’s all I got for this one my brain went blank after the last sentence)

Welcome back 🗡️ anon!! I hope you enjoy!!

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The air was thick with tension, the battlefield littered with debris and the lingering scent of danger. The JoJo faced their foe, powerful, merciless, and relentless but they weren’t alone. 

You stepped forward, heart pounding, and saw the fatal blow coming straight for them. Without a second thought, you shoved them aside. “W-Wait… I… I love you,” you whispered, voice trembling, just before the villain struck you.

The impact was immediate. Pain erupted through your body, your vision blurring, and everything seemed to slow. You felt yourself falling, but a sense of peace settled in your chest because the one you loved was alive.

Your final glance found their eyes, wide with shock and fear, and you gave the faintest smile. “Always… protect… you…” Then darkness.

Jonathan: Jonathan’s world shattered in a single heartbeat. His chest felt hollow, as though every breath had been stolen from him, and he collapsed to his knees beside you. His trembling hands hovered over your still form before clutching at you desperately. “No… this can’t be… you… why?” His voice cracked, raw with anguish, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. The noble resolve that always guided him faltered beneath the crushing weight of loss.

But then grief burned into fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he rose, towering with righteous rage. “Dio…” His voice was no longer broken, but filled with steel. His body trembled, not from weakness, but from the unbearable strength of his sorrow turned to vengeance. Hamon surged through him with a brilliance it had never carried before. With unwavering resolve, he charged, each strike thrown as if it could avenge your stolen breath. Dio’s next move would be his last mistake.

When the battle ended, Jonathan swore quietly, pressing his forehead to yours, that your bravery and love would never vanish. He would tell your story, carry your memory, and ensure that generations yet to come would know of the courage you showed at his side.

Joseph: Joseph froze, every trace of his usual humor vanishing like mist in sunlight. His wild, playful eyes dimmed with disbelief as he stumbled toward you. “No… not you… not now…” His voice cracked, so unlike the cocky tone he wore like armor. His hands shook as they hovered, then pressed to your skin, as if contact could turn back time and undo the tragedy before him.

But the tears burning in his eyes quickly turned to rage. He gritted his teeth, forcing the sob in his throat into a roar. Every trick he’d ever pulled, every clever strategy, every drop of Hamon he possessed was unleashed without restraint. He fought with reckless, merciless precision, punishing Kars, beyond reason, each strike an outpouring of both fury and grief.

When the dust settled, Joseph stood, chest heaving, but his eyes softer. He carried your story with him, recounting your courage in every adventure, to every ally who would listen. He honored you in the only way he knew how, by making sure the world never forgot the one person who silenced his jokes and stole his heart.

Jotaro: For once, his stoic mask cracked. Jotaro’s breath caught in his throat, a shudder wracking his chest as he dropped to one knee beside you. His large hands, usually so steady, trembled as they clasped yours. He whispered your name like it was both a prayer and a curse. “You… you idiot… why?” His voice was jagged, torn from deep within, each word breaking against the dam of emotions he’d worked so hard to keep buried.

The grief lasted only a moment before rage surged forward like a tidal wave. Star Platinum loomed above him, fists clenched and ready. Its movements were sharp, surgical, and merciless. Every strike was guided by Jotaro’s icy fury, tearing through the enemy’s defenses with unstoppable precision. His rage was not wild, it was cold, absolute, and final.

Even after the battle was won, Jotaro carried your memory like a quiet storm within him. He spoke of you rarely, but he honored you in the choices he made and the silent respect he gave your courage. Your presence lingered in the smallest gestures, a glance at the sea, the way he tilted his hat, as if to tell the world you had not been forgotten.

Josuke: The moment he saw you fall, Josuke’s world crumbled. He dropped to his knees so fast his legs scraped against the ground, the pain nothing compared to what clawed at his heart. His voice cracked as he screamed your name, tears spilling without restraint. “No! I… I should’ve protected you!” His words tumbled out between sobs, guilt wrapping tight around his chest until it was hard to breathe.

But grief and guilt fueled his fury. Crazy Diamond erupted, fists flying with a savagery no one had ever seen before. Each punch cracked the air with bone-shattering force, Josuke’s screams echoing alongside them. It was not just power, it was anguish, it was desperation, it was love transformed into destruction. The enemy never stood a chance.

When silence finally returned, Josuke fell once more at your side, sobbing into your shirt, whispering apologies. In the days and years that followed, he honored you by cherishing every memory. To his friends, his family, anyone who’d listen, he told the story of the hero who had loved him enough to give everything.

Giorno: The world went eerily still as Giorno looked at you. His golden eyes, usually sharp and composed, softened with a grief so profound it made his breath falter. His lips parted, the words faint, almost a whisper. “This… cannot be…” His hand, steady even in the most violent storms, trembled as he reached out to touch your face, tracing every line, every detail, as though trying to memorize you before you slipped away completely.

Then, the silence broke with violence. Gold Experience surged forward, its rage given form through Giorno’s will. Every strike was deliberate, brutal, and merciless, each one a mirror of his pain and fury. Life and death twisted at his command, his power becoming a force of nature that dismantled the enemy piece by piece.

When it was over, Giorno did not weep in front of others. Instead, he carried your memory deep within his heart. He wove your story into his mission, shaping his empire so that your courage, your loyalty, and your love became part of the legacy he built. You would never fade into obscurity, not while Giorno Giovanna still drew breath.

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

Hello !

Can I have the jofoes with child reader with the mimic stand from vita carnis please ?

Thanks !

hii! sure, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting ^^

Dio

Dio is fascinated by your Stand at first, but mostly because it mirrors human behavior almost too well. He watches it mimic gestures and facial expressions with a mix of curiosity and delight.

He finds it hilarious how violently independent your stand is. He doesn’t care if you’re a child, he sees the potential for a monster in you, and he likes that.

Your stand crawling under beds and closets to rip Dio’s enemies to shreds? Peak entertainment for him. He’ll just sip wine while it’s happening.

If you ever cry or get scared, Mimic goes feral, and Dio adores it. He’ll egg it on: “Yes… tear them apart for daring to upset the child.”

Despite the horror it inspires in others, Dio appreciates the fact that it pampers you. He watches as it tucks blankets around you or cleans up your toys with precise, almost terrifying motions.

He casually teases you about how lucky you are to have “such a…unique babysitter,” while inwardly he’s impressed your Stand is protective even in its brutal, violent form.

Dio sometimes encourages your Stand’s hunting instincts- “Such strength is wasted unless directed”- but quickly checks himself when he notices how carefully it always returns to care for you after a hunt.

He sometimes places bets with himself about what the Stand will do next- calm you, terrorize someone, or mimic some mundane human task.

Kars

Kars is… intrigued. He doesn’t fear your stand, but he studies it like a scientist who just found something beautiful.

Mimic’s structure of exposed muscles, arteries, and monstrous proportions? Kars calls it a masterpiece of evolution. He’s fascinated by how it blends with humanity yet is fundamentally wrong.

Kars also loves how Mimic takes “human form” with clothes. He says it mirrors humanity’s own façade of civility.

When Kars sees the Stand casually reorganizing your room or cleaning toys, he actually chuckles quietly. The mimicry is uncanny but…so efficient.

If you hurt yourself, your Stand immediately reacts violently toward the offending object, then gently wraps around your injuries in a protective, oddly soothing manner.

Kars likes to watch it silently, admiring the combination of brutal hunting instinct and soft caretaking- it’s like a work of art to him.

When Kars leaves you for a while, the Stand positions itself in human-like vigilance, eyes unnervingly large, watching over you constantly.

Occasionally, Kars tests its aggression, and it responds with terrifying efficiency- but the moment you make a sound or cry, it melts into gentle care.

He begins to treat your Stand as a collaborator rather than a weapon, fascinated by its duality.

Kira Yoshikage

Kira HATES your stand at first. Not because he’s scared of it- he’s more disgusted by it.

He’s a neat freak, and Mimic is bloody, raw, and messy. It makes his skin crawl to even be near it.

That said… he notices Mimic’s obsession with protecting you. And there’s something pure about your innocence that actually unsettles him more than Mimic’s grin.

Mimic lurking in his closet one night nearly gives him a heart attack. He forbids you from letting it near him when he sleeps.

Yet- when Mimic tears apart someone threatening you, Kira feels a twisted sense of kinship. It’s not unlike Killer Queen’s efficiency… just far more visceral.

He notices how it brushes your hair, smooths your clothes, and tucks you into bed as if it were an overprotective parent.

He occasionally observes it mimicking mundane human tasks- folding your clothes, arranging toys- finding the mimicry interesting but a little too creepy.

Kira begins to quietly give advice about hygiene or manners, and the Stand obediently mimics everything while still keeping one unnerving eye on potential threats.

He occasionally leaves small treats for you, and your Stand picks them up and shares them with you, carefully and slowly, as if teaching a child etiquette.

Diavolo

Diavolo sees you as an absolute threat. Not you as a kid- he doesn’t care about kids- but your stand? That thing is unpredictable. Independent from your will. Uncontrollable. Dangerous. He hates it.

However, Diavolo notices something: Mimic never harms you. In fact, it only exists to spoil you. He doesn’t understand unconditional devotion like that, and it makes him uneasy.

Your Stand sits beside you on the couch, brushing your hair, massaging your shoulders, and Diavolo has no idea how to feel.

The Stand sometimes mimics Diavolo’s own mannerisms while caring for you, and he grows uncomfortable at seeing himself reflected in something that’s protecting you.

It will violently hunt intruders or threats without waiting for your permission, then return to brushing your hair or fixing your clothing as if nothing happened.

Diavolo is baffled- he’s never met a creature so terrifying yet so devoted to a child.

Enrico Pucci

Pucci sees your stand as a trial of faith. Something monstrous attached to a child- it’s the kind of contradiction he thrives on.

He thinks of you as a “lamb guarded by a demon,” and his mind twists it into theology. He constantly references your existence when preaching to his followers.

He’s not scared of Mimic. He’s more fascinated by how it adores you and only you. He calls that “divine love.”

Sometimes when you’re tired, Mimic rocks you to sleep with its gross, sinewy arms, and Pucci sits nearby, murmuring scripture.

Pucci occasionally muses to himself about the Stand’s independent will, noting how it mirrors your emotional state perfectly.

If you’re upset, the Stand immediately shifts focus to comforting you, and Pucci notes the perfect synchronization of your connection.

He occasionally whispers instructions in a soft voice, observing how it chooses not to harm unless necessary.

He secretly prays you never lose your innocence, because if you did, the Mimic would probably become a nightmare even he couldn’t justify.

Funny Valentine

The idea of a child being followed by a skinless, grinning creature that slips into hiding spots and devours sleeping prey? Yeah, that’s nightmare fuel even for him.

But he also sees the political potential. Imagine unleashing Mimic on foreign spies, enemy leaders, or traitors. Nobody would suspect a child.

Valentine is utterly fascinated by the Stand’s mimicry of human behavior- he calls it “an exemplary model of perfect adaptation.”

Still, he treats you with unexpected gentleness- he respects the power attached to you, even if it unsettles him.

Definitely finds himself both impressed and cautious of its loyalty.

When you cry or get scared, it immediately cocoons you in its long arms, smoothing your hair and whispering comfort wordlessly.

If the Stand detects danger, Valentine is ready to intervene, but he watches, impressed as it handles threats expertly before returning to pamper you.

He finds the balance of brutality and tenderness fascinating, often pondering aloud about the Stand’s “ethical code of care.”

Diego Brando

Diego… laughs at first. He thinks Mimic is just gross, some freakish thing. But then he watches it rip apart an enemy with childlike glee and his smile freezes.

He recognizes a predator when he sees one. Mimic is basically like a carnivorous dinosaur dressed as a person, and that… actually earns his respect.

He calls you a beast tamer because you’re the only one Mimic listens to.

If you’re ever bullied or hurt, Diego eggs Mimic on like a twisted cheerleader: “Yes, show them what happens when they cross you.”

He sometimes tries to challenge it, but it ignores him if you’re nearby, which is…annoying but impressive.

Diego finds himself softening around it, even chuckling a little when it mimics human gestures exaggeratedly while caring for you.

At night, it sits or lies beside your bed, and Diego, watching from afar, notes how nothing could harm you under its watch.

Despite the horror, he respects the bond between you and the Stand.

Tooru

Tooru is immediately charmed and fascinated- he loves that your Stand pampering you looks terrifying but somehow soft.

Tooru likes watching it do little mundane things for you: smoothing hair, adjusting clothes, organizing your space.

He teases you constantly about how spoiled you are. “You don’t even need friends- your nightmare stand already tucks you in at night.”

Tooru sits beside you, laughing softly at how over the top the Stand’s protective gestures are, like holding your hand with extra long fingers.

He sometimes lets you curl up on his lap while the Stand hovers protectively nearby.

Tooru likes to talk gently to the Stand, and it mimics his tone when interacting with you, which is both adorable and terrifying.

At night, it curls around you like a blanket with limbs, ensuring nothing disturbs your sleep.

He sometimes brings little projects for you, and your Stand helps with them meticulously, carefully following your direction.