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Home (Rohan Kishibe)

Home (Escape Part 2)

Paring: Rohan Kishibe x Fem! Reader Words: 2899 Warning: Rohan doesn’t want to admit he’s soft, some language Requested By: No one Link to Part 1

(A/n: I thought this deserved a Part 2 of the aftermath or something like that.)

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The moment your eyes laid at the lit-up door you knew Rohan was working on another all-nighter yet again. Since living with him, he is quite expressive on restrictions and limitations that was brought onto living in his house. You rarely saw him between your two jobs, one of which he has told you to quit numerous times, and even so, you never got a proper read on him or his intentions.

It has been a few months since you last saw your mother and her many boy-toys she brought home with her. It has been a few months since you saw her crying at your feet, begging you to stay like you were her lifeline and you just pulled the plug. After settling at Rohan’s house, you explained to Josuke what really happened down the street in the confines of your home, how you were barely taken care of, you were taken advantage of, and even what happened the day before with being beaten by one of your mother’s boyfriends. His face went red as he was ready to start a fight, but you said it wasn’t necessary. You explained that Rohan’s hospitality was enough, and all you wished was for things to happen like normal.

You no longer took calls from your mother. You didn’t hear her cry or beg anymore. You finally were at peace between yourself and the world around you. You finally were making connections you rarely had before. It was an amazing sight for you. It was good. You even made contact with your father after so many small calls, letters and conversations. You had the courage to go visit him for the first time.

This brings you to now. You were leaving tomorrow, and what you wanted to do was bid Rohan a few good days, not that he’ll say he needed it, he’s a bit of a narcissist. You would just have to tell him in the morning before you head more inward towards Tokyo. You were about to head into your room when the door opened. You turned to see Rohan finally walk out for a stretch. He blinked, seeing you standing there with your hand on your doorknob. He made a face.

“Did you just get home,” He asked with a mutter, his voice laced with being tired, aggravated, and maybe even annoyed.

You nodded. “Yeah, my shift ended. I was going to tell you I’ll be gone out of town for a few days and left some money for groceries by the fridge. We need a lot of things,” You pointed out to him like it was a fact.

His face distorted even more. “Leaving where? You haven’t mentioned this to me.”

“Because you’ve been in there.” You motioned towards his office. “And you strictly told me not to bother you unless it was urgent, like you having an appointment or something like that. I follow your guidelines; you’re letting me live here.”

“WHERE are you leaving to?”

You sweat dropped. “I’m going to Tokyo to visit my dad. We’ve been reaching out. It’ll be a few days or so, not too long. I’ll be back next week.”

“And what am I supposed to do if that bastard Josuke shows up? You turn him away so he won’t bother me.”

“I told him that I’m leaving as well. He will not come here and bother you.” You checked your watch and yawned. “Don’t forget that you have someone important coming tomorrow. You even wrote it on the calendar in the kitchen. Don’t stay up too late and forget your ‘beauty sleep’.” You waved your hand as you entered your room. “Goodnight Rohan.”

--

Rohan didn’t realize how much he actually required your presence it on a daily basis. He glared at the clean page on his desk, a feeling of something missing washed over him like an infectious wound. Why should this bother him? You worked nearly all day and came back at almost near unholy hours of the night. How was this any different?

Because he actually enjoys your company.

Was that it? Was that what he really thought? He actually wanted you nearby. He recalls the conversation he had with you about your jobs, specifically getting you to quit one of them so you could be home earlier.

“Rohan, if I’m going to be pulling my weight, I am going to contribute however necessary,” Your voice echoed inside his head.

He huffed. Clearly, he was experiencing a writer’s block. Nothing more, and nothing less.

--

“Rohan-sensei, you look a little more aggravated than usual,” Koichi pointed out to him as they were walking on the sidewalk.

Indeed, he did have irritation painted on his face clearly, like ink was staining his cheek and he couldn’t remove it. “I’m experiencing writer’s block Koichi. I am merely looking for inspiration and references while I’m out,” Rohan muttered.

“(Y/n) did say you pour yourself into your work.”

He looked at Koichi with narrowed eyes. “When did she tell you this?”

“Huh?” Koichi tapped his chin in thought. “Maybe a couple of weeks ago? Josuke and I saw her on one of her breaks and we asked how she was doing with living with you. She said she doesn’t see you quite as often, and you really pour yourself into your work at all hours of the day and night. Guess she was right. But I don’t expect less from the great Rohan Kishibe.”

Rohan looked forward with a frown. That’s what she thinks, huh? I work myself too much? He thought. …Tch…

--

The others thought something was wrong with him when he didn’t throw an insult back at Josuke. “Are you drawing another one of your dumb ‘inspiration sketches’ again? Because that’s like the 5th time in the past 10 minutes that I’ve seen you throw out a piece of paper,” Josuke muttered as they all were sitting at the café.

Rohan glared. “This won’t do either,” He muttered and tore out another sheet of paper.

Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi blinked. “Rohan-sensei,” Koichi asked.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the three. “What? I’m busy.”

“You okay,” Josuke asked.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He looked at the three. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Josuke called your sketches dumb and you didn’t say anything,” Okuyasu pointed out.

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for insults. I’m trying to come up with new sketches.”

“You’ve been off for a few days, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi hummed. “Are you sick?”

“No.” He was quick and sharp with his answer.

“Let’s see… Oh yeah! Isn’t (Y/n) coming back today,” Josuke asked.

“That’s right,” Koichi gasped. “She said she’d be coming back later today. Like in an hour.”

Something lifted from Rohan’s shoulders. Something off. Since you went to Tokyo, he hadn’t heard from you. No terrible phone calls, no you coming back early crying because it was awful. There was nothing. He stood abruptly, causing the others to look at him.

“Something wrong, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi asked.

“No. I’m heading home. There’s nothing more for me to gather here,” Rohan replied before walking off with his sketch book and materials.

Josuke turned to Okuyasu and Koichi with a smug look. “If I didn’t know any better, I think Rohan’s mood has been on (Y/n) being gone for the past few days,” He told them.

“You think,” Okuyasu asked.

“Think about it. He didn’t even care that I called his drawing stupid. As soon as he heard about (Y/n), he just took off. Maybe he actually cares about her… which is rare. He doesn’t normally care about anything.” Josuke made a confused face. “…I guess he’s a bit tolerable when (Y/n) is around.”

“You’re right! When I told Rohan-sensei about (Y/n) talking to us about his work, he looked a bit prideful,” Koichi nodded. “Maybe he does care about (Y/n).”

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

--

You entered your home with a tired sigh. “Next time, I need to be prepared for all the walking. Dad’s so lucky he’s always in shape,” You muttered.

You went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, not seeing the food restocked. You glared with a sigh. You marched upstairs and stormed into Rohan’s office. “Hey! I told you to get groceries! Honestly, with the way you work, this would’ve been clear within the first HOUR of me being gone,” You called, not caring about his space as you stomped inside. He didn’t face you. “Rohan.” You stood next to him as you watched him stare at a blank piece of paper. “Rohan.” You nudged him.

He blinked, finally, turning to see you standing next to him. “Hmm,” He hummed.

“…Have you been like this for the past few days? If so, we need to get you some more hobbies.” You nudged him slightly. “I won’t get mad about groceries, but what were you doing? Just staring at paper?”

“No,” He scoffed. “I have been sketching and looking at numerous references since your absence.”

“Good, so you WEREN’T cooped up in here. Good.” You nodded. You grinned. “Tokyo was fun. It was a lot of walking, but man do I wanna visit there more often.”

“Then I’ll take you the next time I go,” Rohan mumbled.

Your eyes lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. He stood and faced you. He pursed his lips together and glared at you. It was very quiet between the two of you, and you were starting to think he was about to rant about something you did. You opened your mouth to make a sarcastic comment when he spoke first.

“You enjoyed Tokyo?” You blinked. He almost sounded sincere, like there was no intention behind his words, and trust me there’s always something he wants.

“Y-Yeah,” You nodded. “My Dad and I had fun.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “He was actually astonished about what happened with my Mom. And I told him I was living with you, well, not specifically you, I said I’m living with a guy, and he was a bit nervous. But you don’t even have those type of intentions and he was okay with it. He doesn’t mind coming to visit actually, as long as my Mom isn’t involved.” You grinned. “I’m glad we’re getting along great.”

He studied your features. You were so happy, happier than you had been in a while, since you even met him. You always looked like you had a dark cloud above your head. And no matter of a stand could change that, not even Heaven’s Door. “Good,” He muttered. He started heading out.

“How was here? Glad you got some peace and quiet,” You asked him, following.

“I was fine.” He crossed his arms. “It was like you were never here in the first place.”

You frowned. Ouch, you thought. Was I that much of a hinderance to his mood?

“Hurry up,” He muttered.

You blinked. “What?”

He scoffed. “I don’t like repeating myself. We’re going grocery shopping. I didn’t go when you said to, so I’m going with you now. Hurry up.”

You followed him out the room. Does he have to be so bossy? You thought again.

--

You were comparing different brands of rice with Rohan standing behind you with his arms crossed. He glared. “I regret this,” He muttered.

“You’ll suck it up,” You faced him after placing one of the bags of rice into your shopping cart and placing the other back. “You said you’d come, now you’re here.”

“There’s nothing here but watching old people rot as they bargain with coupons.”

“…You have me there,” You nodded with a confused face. “Well, why don’t you go outside and draw something then? You brought your sketchbook with you. Do something with that.”

He scoffed. “It’s not like something natural will just appear.”

“Then look harder!” You sighed as you looked at the shopping list again.

“Ah! (Y/n)! Rohan-sensei,” You heard. You looked to see Koichi with Josuke.

“(Y/n), you’re back,” Josuke grinned. “How was your trip?”

“It was great, what’s up guys,” You grinned back.

Something bubbled in Rohan’s chest. Why were you smiling at that bastard Josuke? Koichi, he gets. You called Koichi a baby once. But why the bastard Josuke? He rolled his eyes.

“Josuke and I are just walking around. Is Rohan-sensei looking at references again?”

“Again?” You made a confused expression. “He’s been at this constantly?”

“Yeah! He’s been doing all sorts of things. He’s discarded a lot of drawings.”

You sighed. “So, he has been in a mood,” You muttered, rubbing your chin. “I thought something was wrong when I got home.”

Rohan glared. “I’m fine!” He grabbed the cart and pushed it forward. “Hurry up so we can get home faster.”

You all looked at him as he started walking away. “…He is so in a mood,” You and Josuke sweat dropped.

--

“You… wanna explain what happened at the grocery store,” You asked Rohan as you two were walking. You were carrying all the groceries as Rohan was walking next to you.

“What do you mean? That bastard Josuke was there,” He scoffed.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking that’s not your only reason.” You looked at him. “You’ve been off Rohan. Are you sick or something? Or did your meeting the day after I left put you in a bad mood?”

He remembered that meeting, clearly. He was meeting with his editor, who said his work was very satisfactory, and wanted to boast to you about it. “It went fine. My work was exemplary in his eyes.”

You frowned. “Then what’s wrong with you? You acted like a kid in the store, and you even were acting strange at home.” You blinked. “Do you have writer’s block?”

He looked to glare at you before he paused. “Stop moving,” He muttered.

“What,” You asked in confusion.

“Don’t change your face. Stop right there.” You stopped as he angled your face. “Alright. Wait.” He started sketching.

You sighed. “Are you serious? Right here? This is heavy.” He started sketching your expression completely.

He would keep catching a few glances at you before studying his paper. He looked at you after a few minutes. “Done.” He looked at you as you sighed.

“Let’s just get home.” He stared at you as you walked towards your shared home. His thoughts ran like a wild fire. He didn’t want to put the pencil he had in his hand down. Your features certainly captivated him now. “You work so much that it’s astonishing that anything can set you off.”

“You work a lot as well,” He told you.

You looked at him. “Not this conversation again.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I can admit I’m a workaholic, but you are one too.” He pointed at you. “You work yourself so hard when it isn’t necessary.”

“I’m pulling my own weight Rohan-.”

“Pulling your weight is you paying for groceries… and only groceries.” You frowned, looking forward. “You don’t want to admit that you’re relaxed.”

“Okay, say you’re right. Why are you admitting that to me? Unless you actually care which is rare-.”

“And if I do?”

You blinked at his interruption. “If you do?”

He stopped walking and shut his eyes. “If I do actually give a spec of caring towards your wellbeing?”

You stopped with him to stare. “…If you do, you should say it. Because you suck at expressing your emotions.” You tilted your head as you looked at him. “I know you care. I’ve seen it. When I came to your house in the middle of the night all worn down and beaten up. I was crying. You cared then, even if your words are still the same, I can tell you cared.”

He swallowed. He looked away from you and crossed your arms. “…Maybe I did miss you,” He muttered lowly. “And I thought you wouldn’t like Tokyo. You keep working like you’re still trying to maintain the lifestyle you left behind. I told you, you don’t owe me anything but what I tell you, which is inspiring references. I don’t care if you even lived off of me and didn’t have a job. Working yourself to death isn’t the answer.”

Your heart fluttered. You smiled before nudging him. “Let’s go home,” You murmured. You both resumed walking. “…I knew you cared. You’re just a bit rough around the edges.”

“I’m unique.”

“…Thank you, Rohan.” Pride swelled in his chest like a balloon. It was like he saw that cloud above you get lighter, and it was starting to disappear.

“…”

He grabbed your arm. “Huh-?”

Lips softly pressed against your temple. You paused. You blinked. Your heart started racing. Rohan pulled back and looked at you. He scoffed. “You are like a pest I can’t get rid of.” He looked forward as you both walked. “An annoying pest that I worry over. It’s annoying that I can’t focus when I work.”

You both got home and walked inside. You blinked again. “…W-Why did you kiss me?” You blushed.

“I believe it’s a sign of affection?” He crossed his arms and looked at you. “You seem to respond well to affection.”

“W-Well there are different types of affection-.”

“I’m aware.”

“A-And you, um, you kissed-.”

“Your temple? Yes. I’m aware.” He headed upstairs. “That is the type of affection I meant.”

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My Dear (Dio Brando)

My Dear

Paring: Dio Brando (Part 1) x Fem!Reader Words: 6016 Warning: HELLA LONG FIC!!! Dio is nice I guess, He’s super nice to the reader, again, super long (I’m sorry), some language, a little bit yandere (not sure) Requested By: No one Synopsis: Dio has a friend he’s known since his younger days in London and sees her a few years later, romance ensues...

(A/n: I rewatched Part 1 recently and spent a couple days on this, but I just HAD to write it)

**Gif is not mine**

Your eyes bored into the tavern as you entered, wanting to grab a drink and food before returning home for the evening. You saw a blonde boy cleaning food off of his face and grinned.

“Dio,” You waved and approached him.

He looked up to see you and sighed. “(Y/n),” He muttered. “You’re dirty. Did you just come from working?”

You sat next to him. “Well yes! Chimneys don’t clean themselves!” You reached and wiped some mashed potato from his eyebrow. “You look like you got into another scuffle. Did ya win?”

He tilted his head. “You shouldn’t work so hard. You’ll end up handless, I’m sure. You’re clumsy.”

You frowned. “Never mind. Why even bother trying to get a response to my question? You’re going to say yes.”

He sighed again. “(Y/n), you cannot ignore this. I worry for you.”

You smiled. “Well, I just need to help my Papa get rich, and then I don’t have to work anymore.” You held up two fingers as a peace sign. “For now, I’ll clean chimneys.” He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped your cheek. You blinked as you saw black soot on it. You nodded slowly. “Oh! Right. Those nasty Thompsons never clean their chimneys on time.” You waved your hand around with a frown. “They’re bloody bastards that like making my work harder.”

“You need to watch your language, my dear.” He wiped your nose. “Or no man will want you. You’re a foul-mouthed girl.”

You shrugged. “I only need a man to give me what I ask for. When I’m rich Dio, I swear, I’ll buy a mansion and live there for eternity. No one will bother me.” You smirked. “Isn’t that what you also want? You want to be rich so you can stand at the top of the world?” You nodded. “Then you can do it. For me, I actually have to work hard to achieve that. You practically might have a chance after your father croaks.”

“Don’t speak of that bastard in front of me, (Y/n),” He hissed.

You retracted, turning your head to frown. “Apologies, Dio. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“…” He wiped your cheek again. “I’m just waiting for when he does die. You might jinx it.”

“Apologies, again.”

“Stop apologizing.” He tilted your head and made you face him. “You’re not wrong, are you? I didn’t deny your words.”

You slowly nodded. Your cheeks felt a bit warm. “You are correct in that matter, yes.”

He huffed. “Such a weird tone of words you use.” He pulled away. Your eyes darted away. “If I finally get out of here, you better change it by the time I visit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave your hand around.

He grabbed the gold coins in the table and got up. “I better go.” He fixed his shirt. He looked at you. He opened one of your hands and placed two gold coins inside. “Get yourself something to eat. You look thin.”

“I’m fine, Dio,” You gave him a smile.

He fought a blush on his cheeks. “Eat.” He walked out, causing you to watch his movements until he left through the doors.

--

8 years later, Dio was finishing up studies at school when he was leaving to return home for the day. Jonathan was waiting for him patiently. Him and Dio were about to exit when they heard loud voices around the corner.

“Give that back,” A feminine voice yelled.

“What’re you gonna do? Cry and beg?” “Look, she’s going to start crying!” “Go ahead and cry, Crybaby!”

They both looked over to see a woman in a (f/c) gown jumping up to reach a book in a much taller gentleman’s hand while his friends laugh behind him. The young woman was growing frustrated.

“Ugh! You lot are just a couple of piss monkeys!”

Dio blinked at the familiar term.

“Couple of piss monkeys they are,” (Y/n) frowned next to him as they walked on the street. “Teasing a lady. She just wants to live her life.”

“You need to watch your foul mouth. No man will marry you if you talk like that,” He muttered to her.

“I don’t need anyone! I just need to support my father!”

He walked over. “Dio,” Jonathan mumbled in confusion.

Dio stood behind the woman with a tired look. “I believe you gentlemen stole this woman’s book,” He asked.

They looked at him in fright. “D-D-D-D-!” “I-It’s…!” “It’s h-him!!” They dropped the book and ran away.

Dio sighed and grabbed the book. “Well, it most certainly is torn and messy. You will need a new one.” He placed the book in the woman’s hands.

She looked at it with a frown. “Thank you,” She mumbled.

“I think you called them ‘Piss monkeys’?”

She looked at him a glare. “Because they are.”

“I don’t think any man would want to marry a woman with a foul mouth.”

She scoffed and turned. She stuck her nose up, closing her eyes. “I can take care of myself! All I need to do is-.”

“Take care of your father and live in a mansion where you can live quietly? With no one bothering you?”

She blinked in confusion. She looked at him. “…” She stared at his features. Her eyes widened at the familiar birthmark on his ear. “Dio?”

He chuckled. “My dear, did you already forget about me?”

Your heart fluttered. You started to tear up. “Dio!” You hugged him, pressing your face into his chest.

“Still overly affectionate, aren’t you (Y/n)?”

You looked at him with a grin. “Still smart, aren’t you Dio?” You fought the heat on your cheeks as you blushed.

He rolled his eyes. “You certainly didn’t improve your grammar like I told you do.”

“I have so.” You pulled back. “I am more refined, indeed.” You pointed a finger up. “It’s only when I am upset that my tongue slips.”

“You’re ever hardly upset, if I recall?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You winked at him. “It seems you remember my little quips, Sir Brando.”

“Dio,” A call was made. You both looked to see Jonathan jogging over. “Are you alright, ma’am?” He looked over at you.

You grinned with a nod. “Yes, I am. Thank you for asking. I was saved, thankfully.”

“Don’t I always save you, my dear,” Dio asked you.

You pouted. “Not always, Dio. I can protect myself.”

“Mere words don’t settle in men. They would’ve pounced you if I hadn’t stepped in.”

You held up a finger. “My running strategy would’ve worked! I’ve practiced it in dresses!”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to get into trouble. Wouldn’t your father be upset?”

You looked at the ground. “…You are right. He would. And he already has a company to manage.”

“Is that how me made his fortune?”

You nodded. “Yes! After you left London, my father started making more money! We like a bit from here, but it is a vast land with a sea side to accompany it. Beautiful indeed.” You gave a sad look as you looked at the torn book in your hands. “It will be hard to explain to him how this book was torn from teasing men wanting to entice a reaction out of me… But that is a price I’m willing to take.” You looked at him. “Thank you again, Dio. I appreciate your help.”

“Is this a friend of yours, Dio,” Jonathan asked Dio.

“This is (Y/n) (L/n). My dear, this is Jonathan Joestar,” Dio hummed towards you.

You bowed your head in greeting. “It is nice to meet you,” You smiled. You looked at Dio. “I do hope to see you again, Dio. Maybe for lunch?”

He nodded his head and bowed. “Of course, Lady (L/n).”

You curtsied. “Thank you, Sir Brando.” You giggled, standing up straight. “I knew you would always grow into a smart individual. You are as cunning as you are charming.”

He stood up straight, fighting a blush on his cheeks. “…(Y/n), I’m curious. You’ve never been one to read, so what were you reading in that book of yours?”

“Oh?” You looked at the torn book again. “Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare. I love reading his plays. A Midsummer Night’s Dream was adorable, and I loved Much Ado About Nothing. I’ve even read his tragedies of Julius Caesar and Macbeth. I personally loved Antony and Cleopatra.”

“I see. Well, you should best get on home. And don’t cause trouble for yourself.”

You waved your hand around. “I will not! I am a good honest woman, Dio. I wish to not make any more disturbances of the day.” You smiled at him. “I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course.”

--

You were sitting in your mansion’s reading room with the fresh play of Hamlet in your hands when a servant approached you quietly.

“Miss (Y/n). There is a visitor. Your father has instructed me to take you downstairs at once.”

You closed Hamlet and stood. “Thank you,” You bowed your head and followed after. You walked downstairs to look at the front entrance and see your father talking to a tall gentleman who you recognized to be Dio. Your heart fluttered. “Father,” You called.

He looked at you. “Ah! My sweet (Y/n),” He smiled.

You walked towards him. “You asked for me?”

“Yes, this young lad would like to take you out,” He motioned towards Dio. “Although he is familiar to me.”

“Father! This is Dio Brando!”

“Dio Brando?” He looked at him. “Goodness, my boy! You’ve grown! Now, I am at ease. Please, keep (Y/n) out of trouble for me, would you?”

“Of course, Mr. (L/n),” Dio nodded. He turned to you. “You mentioned lunch?”

You nodded. “Of course!” A servant handed you a light coat and your purse. “Thank you.”

Dio offered his hand to you as you two left your home. You walked next to him with the bright sun warming onto the both of you.

“Dio, where are you taking me?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“That is a secret my dear,” He hummed. I saw a bench with a basket on it. “I believe it’s called a ‘picnic’.”

“A picnic. You were never one for nature, Dio. I believe you had a clear disliking of it.”

“Yes, but it’s actually nice out here for once. And clearly, we need to catch up.” My eyes lit up as I sat next to him. “So, my dear, how did your father acquire fortune?”

The rest of the day with Dio was more pleasant than other days you’ve had. You laughed, you talked, you gazed towards the fields in front of you, like time forever had stopped while you two sat next to each other. But, before long, you were required to return home. You looked at Dio with a smile as you stood in front of your mansion’s door.

“I had so much fun today, Dio,” You told him.

“Of course, you would. I’m here.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Don’t get cocky there. It’s good to be modest, you know?”

“Like you?”

“I’d like to think I’m fairly modest, my dear Dio. You should be too.”

He chuckled before he reached behind him and handed something to you. “Open it.”

You blinked in confusion as you tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a brand-new Romeo and Juliet book. Your eyes widened. You looked at him. “Dio…”

“You never were a reader, so I knew it was precious to you. I believe you do not know the ending?”

You shook your head. “I’m almost done with it, though.”

“Good.” He waved a finger around. “I’m a personal fan of Othello, if I do say so myself. So, reading Romeo and Juliet was not that unfamiliar, but it certainly is an interesting read.”

Your eyes lit up as you hugged the book to your chest. “Thank you!”

He smiled softly. “Just read it. You can tell me about it the next time I see you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Of course. Thank you so much.” You smiled, despite the blush you had on. You entered your home and closed the door after bidding Dio a farewell.

Is it me… or is Dio more charming than I remember? You thought quietly. He seems to have grown in his looks. He’s devilishly handsome… You scoffed. As if he would fall for some shroo like me.

You placed a hand on your cheek, holding the book close to your chest. “Certainly, there is something about you, Dio Brando, that is absolutely devilishly charming. Maybe it’s your cunning wits, and possibly your crafty words. Regardless, I, (Y/n) (L/n), am no match for your charms. You surely have bigger plans in life that I am no longer a part of. Maybe I was never a part of it to begin with. That, however, is fine with me.”

--

You were reading quietly on a bench outside since it felt like a nice day. You were growing quite tired from the events that had happened earlier today and the day before with your father, thus you resulted in finding yourself “me” time. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You tilted my head to look and see no one. You frowned.

“Nothing’s here. Maybe a leaf brushed against my shoulder,” You mumbled and returned to your book.

“On the contrary dear,” You heard next to you, causing you to jump and flinch.

You snapped your head to see Dio giving you an amused look. You sighed with relief. “You scared me,” You nudged him.

He chuckled. “Did you forget my voice for a second there?”

“I did, yes.” You closed your book. “I’ve been preoccupied as of late.” You looked forward.

“I can see it on your face. You look fatigued.”

You tiredly nodded. “I had met with a lot of suitors today. My father wants me to get married,” You hummed.

“Well, that certainly won’t do with my plans.”

“Plans?” You gave him a confused look. “You have plans for me?” You gave him an amused look as your heart fluttered. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

“Well yes. Naturally.” He looked forward. “I care about you a great deal, (Y/n). Or have you forgotten that?”

You slowly shook your head. You looked at the sky. “No, but you certainly have different plans set from me. Bigger plans larger than life itself, and I am no piece of it.” You shut your eyes. “That much, I understand. You want to be at the top of the world. And I do not blame you for that. But certainly, you cannot falter your plans just because of one person.” You paused. You sighed. “In fact, you better not falter your plans because of one person. You have your goals, and you better accomplish them.” You opened your eyes.

He didn’t say anything. He stood and looked at you. “I just remembered I had something to do.”

You nodded. Your heart dropped. “Alright. I best be seeing you then.” You stood. “I have more suitors to see, and more than likely all of them to decline.” You clenched your book in your hands. “…I’ll see you Dio.” You walked away from him. You felt tears sting your eyes and sighed. “…Oh, you pathetic soul (Y/n).”

How can you tell Dio you love him when clearly you have just reentered his life? He has more important plans than being with you. You thought harshly.

--

You sipped on your tea while enjoying the soft breeze outside while you sat under an umbrella at a table in the gardens your mansion had out back. You crossed your legs under your chair, staring at the floral book you had in front of you. You heard the crunch of feet hitting the grass approaching you as you looked up.

“My lady, your father requests you. A new suitor and his father have arrived,” A servant bowed to you. “They will be waiting in the den.”

You sighed and set your tea down. “I assume I will have to get this over with,” You murmured, standing up.

“I believe this will be a good one, ma’am.” She looked at you.

You shot her a look. “Doubtful. One was too crude, one was boring, one was too annoying. The list goes on and on. I believe this is number… 15?”

“16 ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You held up your book. “May you please return this to our library?”

“Of course.” She took the book from your hands. “And your tea, ma’am?”

“Yes, this as well. Thank you again,” You nodded.

“Believe me ma’am. The Master said that this will be a good one you will like.”

You shook your head. “And he tends to be wrong sometimes.” You sighed. “But we will see. I am also wrong sometimes as well. Too doubtful in situations.” You waved your hand around. “Ah, I’m rambling. Do not mind me. You are dismissed.”

You walked away and headed inside. You walked towards the den slowly before pausing and shutting your eyes.

It is only a few hours, (Y/n), then you can return to reading. That’s all you have to do. You thought to yourself. You took a deep breath, reopened your eyes, and walked towards the den. You entered quietly.

“I’m here Father,” You hummed.

“Ah! My sweet (Y/n)! Please sit,” Your Father motioned over. “Actually, wait! Close your eyes.”

You paused and did as you were told. You sighed at the childish antic your father put up. “We are in front of guests father. I highly doubt your surprises are appropriate.”

“These guests are familiar with me, I assure you.” That didn’t sound good to you. He grabbed your arm gently and guided you to sit down on one of the couches. You shifted slightly. “What were you doing dear while I have been talking?”

“Reading in the garden, Father. I was reading the book on flowers from the library. It was actually quite magnificent and informational, believe it or not. It was very descriptive, even had examples that I could identify.”

“Good! Good, good. I’m glad you enjoy reading.” He was speaking across from you. “She loves reading the books in the library. She’s a knowledgeable individual.”

“May I open my eyes now Father?”

“Of course, my dear! And do be mindful of our guests. I’m sure they will have questions.” You opened your eyes and blinked at the lighting. You saw a blue haired older gentleman sitting next to your father. “Also, remember to greet yourself my sweet!”

You bowed your head. “Nice to meet you, sir. My name is (Y/n) (L/n).”

The man chuckled. “I’m quite aware. I’ve heard of you often,” He hummed.

You blinked. “You have?”

“Yes. My name is George Joestar. My son talks about you often.”

You turned your head slightly to the individual next to you, shocked to see Dio in your presence. You blinked. “He does, does he?” You narrowed your eyes. “Good things I hope?”

“Why would I say anything bad about you,” Dio asked.

You gave him a look. “Because you like to tease me.”

He chuckled. “You are easy to tease, my dear.”

Why is Dio here? What business does he have with-? Could it be? You thought with shock. “I am not. You catch me off guard.”

“I’m more interested in this book you were reading.”

“Ah, yes! I was interested in the flowers and bushes in our garden, so I grabbed a simple floral book that described flowers and little quips they each had. Interesting really, although I wouldn’t necessarily commit to botany, it is just useful knowledge to know.”

“Of course, I understand.” He chuckled. “It’s hard to believe you would like flowers. I believe you regarded them as, let’s say, frilly?”

You pouted. “Well, they are. I am more interested in cooking and decor than floral arrangements. As you can tell with the rest of our home, I’ve chosen some quite good pieces.”

“That I can see. Your father has… particular tastes.”

“Indeed, he does.” You didn’t notice your father and Mr. Joestar take their exit as you continued talking. “I tried to arrange this room, but he wouldn’t let me. At least he doesn’t pick terrible flowers.”

Dio leaned on his hand as he stared at you. “I’m sure you have a professional’s opinion.”

You scoffed. “Please, I just pay attention to the issues released of home décor. Descriptors and images of the pieces are good for me to identify what is alright and what needs work. There is a style you must go for in a home.” You felt so comfortable. You felt like you could talk for hours.

“I wouldn’t know my dear. I have other studies that I am pursuing.”

You tilted your head. “…I thought you had other plans?”

“You are a part of my plans, my dear.”

You tilted your head. “You now included me in them?”

“You were there to begin with.” You stared in shock. He sat up straight. “Oh, from the moment we met, you were someone I would never get tired of, like the others. You were less of an eyesore. And I will admit it again, I do care a great deal about you.” He tilted his head. “If another man got ahold of you, that would split my focus. It’s better to have you in my sight than out of it.”

“So, you want to watch over me?”

“I believe this is what we call… ‘being protective’?” He leaned towards you. “If another man had his way with you, I might’ve torn him limb from limb.” He was very close.

“That sounds more like jealousy, Dio.”

“I call it being protective.” He tilted your chin up. “As long as I am around, not a finger shall be placed on your head.”

“You are placing a finger on my head right now. On my chin actually.”

He huffed. “No one but me shall be allowed to touch you.”

“Oh? So, you are my suitor?”

He gave me a look. “From the moment I walked in here, I knew you wouldn’t refuse. I’ve caught your glances my dear. I’m not that thoughtless.” Your cheeks felt warm as you froze. “You thought I didn’t notice? Your blushes and gazes, your breaths. I bet your heart flutters too.”

“You are very observant,” You mumbled breathlessly.

“No, I just know you.” He kissed your head gently. “And as long as I know that, my plans will never faulter.” Your heart fluttered. You leaned towards him and rested your head on his chest. “…You are the reason I imagine my perfect life the way I do, you know?”

“I am?” Your voice was quiet, almost unheard, but you were close to Dio for him to tell.

He twirled some of your hair with his finger. “Why yes. Although, your brash tone of voice was one thing to handle, you clearly don’t do anything to outwardly annoy me. In fact, you do everything in your power to make me comfortable. And that is something no one else can give me.” He tucked some hair behind your ear. “That is why no one will marry you. Because I will.”

You smiled. “So, you said those words many times to throw me off guard?”

“Oh yes. You are mine. And no one else’s.”

--

You tilted your head as your father held up two dresses with a grin. You made a face. “For a marketer, you have no fashion sense either,” You hummed.

He pouted. “I just wanted to do something for you! You’re so independent,” He pouted.

You tilted your head. “That’s because I always have been. From an early age to now. I’ve always been an independent child.” You smiled. “I cleaned chimneys. I’m used to doing everything by myself. Cleaning, cooking, eating.” You giggled. “You forgot that, didn’t you?”

He sighed. “I can’t believe you grew up before my very eyes. And now you’re getting married!” He had flowers and sparkles surrounding him as he swayed. “My baby girl is getting married~!!”

You sweat dropped. “F-Father… It shouldn’t be this big of a deal…” You waved your hand. “I think this was to be expected? Since you’ve been signing suitors to me nonstop.”

He tilted his head. “Oh, that? I wanted you to have that idea!” You blinked. “Although, this was very quick. I expected there to be hundreds of suitors! But as soon as you told Dio, he just came and that was that.” He waved a finger around. “I always knew that boy had caught your eye! Something about him told me that.”

You blushed. “Oh Father…” You looked at your hands. “I’m still surprised he even considered me in that way.”

“How so?”

You giggled. “Father, every man you have introduced me to has not known one fact about me that Dio does.” You tilted your head slightly. “We used to be poor. We almost lost our home in London, and I worked on chimneys.” You smiled. “Dio knew that. He knew that fact, and it’s embarrassing to admit to people I know what hard work is, but Dio? No. He doesn’t care.” You looked at him. “He’s looked past that, and I’m sure most men would be stuck at the door if they heard that.”

He smiled. “…That’s love, dearie. That is love.”

--

You blinked in shock as a policeman approached you and explained the events of a few nights before. He held up a burned pocket watch to you, which was very familiar. Tears stung in your eyes while you held the pocket watch to your chest. Your father had burned along with others in the Joestar mansion, and your husband was nowhere to be found. Your brother-in-law survived with a countless number of wounds, and you sent word to him to wish him well.

It was late at night. You now sat in your large mansion alone, staring at the pocket watch that rested on the table while you covered yourself in a blanket your father had picked for you. It was ugly, yes, but he wanted to give you something for your new home. You sniffled, holding tears back whereas you recounted memories of the past. You heard the doors open from the front of the mansion, echoing its sounds through the quiet corridors. Your eyes widen as you grabbed a spear used for the fireplace you sat in front of.

You hesitantly inch into the halls, slowly creeping onto the intruder that would dare break into your house while you grieve. You felt a presence behind you as you snapped around to swing. Your actions were stopped. Your eyes widen even more and you shook violently. You looked up to see flaming orange eyes stare at you.

“My dear, why are you awake at this hour,” A cool voice asked, welcoming and warming to you. You could feel your tears return. The moon light outside revealed Dio while he stood before you. He stared at your crumbled figure as you let the spike go into his hand.

“D-Dio,” You sniffled. “M-My father… My father,” Your voice cracked.

“I heard as I was on my way back. I was delayed, and for that, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into your hands, wiping your tears violently. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I was sitting in front of the fire. They recovered his pocket watch, and I was…” You wiped your eyes again. “I’m so emotional, I’m-.”

“It’s okay… Why don’t you grab it and head onto bed, my dear? I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

As you laid in bed, Dio recounted the event that happened a few nights ago when he discarded his humanity.

“You bastard,” Your father hissed next to Mr. Joestar and Jonathan. “You used my daughter, didn’t you?! To make you less suspicious.”

Dio gave him a hard glare. “Don’t bring her into this,” He muttered.

“You’re using her! For what? What are you using my daughter for?! Because we know she means nothing to you-!”

“She means EVERYTHING to me,” Dio snapped. The party froze in shock. “Your daughter is an angel by my eyes. A saint sent from the heavens. She is my guide for my vision, my plans for my future. She has nothing to do with what goes on here. I will protect her until my dying breath, unlike you, old man.” He pointed towards him and narrowed his eyes. “No one will harm a hair on her head. And if they do, they’ll see the might of my hand.”

He tucked some hair behind your ear. Even though your father wouldn’t have believed him, he meant every word. At first, when he met you, he didn’t expect to be attracted to you so quickly. In fact, he expected quite the opposite. Your language was quite vulgar, and your dirtied appearance rather made you repulsive in the eyes of many. You were poor, and that’s what was expected.

But, the more he saw you, he learned you actually were not as brainless as you looked. You were a hard worker, like he was, and you just wanted to live an easy life. Somehow, with that, he expected you to be someone close to him that he could confide in. That soon turned into him wanting you to be his right-hand. But he didn’t expect to grow feelings for you. From then on, he expected you to be his wife. He just had to have the pieces fall in place.

Now here you were. Him, now having discarded his humanity, and you, who he refused to impurify with his meticulous methods. He refused to let this known to you, at least not yet. He may never admit it to you. He can easily lie about his changes, he can lie about his followers, all he didn’t want to do was harm you.

--

You walked towards the hospital and knocked on the door to see Jonathan in his bed, resting nicely. “Jojo, how are you,” You smiled.

His eyes lit up as the blonde woman next to him turned to see you. “(Y/n),” He mumbled.

“I wanted to check on your injuries.” You looked at the woman. “Did you take care of him? I must thank you. I’m (Y/n) Brando, Jonathan’s sister-in-law.”

“(Y/n), are you well? After what’s happened…” Jonathan made a face.

You held up a hand. “I’m… managing. Dio has certainly helped quite a bit.”

His eyes grew dark. “Dio was the reason it happened!”

You blinked in shock. “What do you mean? He told me he was out on business.”

“Dio is evil, (Y/n)! And he won’t stop until he destroys everything he’s ever touched.” He stood and looked at you. “I worry for your safety. He’s a scheming man.”

You frowned and looked at the ground. You tucked some loose hair behind your ear. “I’ve known Dio for a long time, Jojo. I’m certain that if he was scheming, then he would have told me. He’s not evil.” You looked at him. You pursed your lips together before sighing. “I wish you a successful recovery.” You cleared your throat. “I have to go and plan my father’s funeral,” You lied. “Good day” You left without another word as you started thinking to yourself.

Dio… is evil? Why would he be evil? You thought. He certainly can’t be… No… I’ll ask him. I can just ask Dio and he won’t lie to me.

--

You stepped into Dio’s office in your home as he sat comfortably in a chair reading. He tilted his head to stare at you. It was starting to click in your mind that he started working more often in the night than in the day. He said it was because of business, but you were starting to think differently.

“My dear, where have you been? You left quite early this morning,” He hummed.

“I went to see Jonathan,” You quietly murmured and shut the door behind you. His face hardened at the sound of the pesky Joestar’s name. “He… was not happy with you.” He huffed, looking at the book in his hands. “…He said you were evil, that you were scheming. You wouldn’t stop until you destroy everything you touched.” He paused. His eyes snapped up. “But I thought that was a lie…” You looked at him. “And you’ve… changed,” You frowned. “You’ve been more awake in the night, you’ve been doing more things, you’ve talked to a lot of people. Different servants come in and out of here… What’s happening Dio? And you truly planning something evil without telling me?”

He froze. Finally, his plans were being seen in the light, and you were no dumb girl either. Another reason he fell for you was your smarts. You were not stupid and he saw right through that. He swallowed as he stood. “Why of course not! Why, I want to make sure we’re taken care of, YOU are taken care of, while I conduct business. It is quite important to me that you are taken care of.” He stalked over towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “You are my wife, and your happiness is mine.”

…He gets very wordy when he lies, You thought. You made a dissatisfied face.

“What’s wrong my dear?” He went to touch your cheek when you grabbed his hand, much to his surprise.

“…Why did you lie?” He blinked. “You get wordy when you lie. Especially just now… Why did you just lie to me?” He swallowed. You let his hand go. You turned around. “I’m leaving then.” You glared. “Don’t follow me.” You went to open the door when he used his hand to stop it from opening. Your eyes widened as you felt hot breath at your neck.

“I would never lie to you my dear,” Dio spoke smoothly, rubbing your shoulder. “You are my most important piece. My Queen. I do everything to insure you are happy. If I have left you unhappy, then you can kill me. Because a world without you is a world I would not want to live in.”

False, he thought. A world without you is a boring world. You light his eyes and ignite a fire. He refuses to part with that fire.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and look at the ground. “I highly disbelieve that. Why would my presence be important to your goals?”

He blinked. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to face him. His eyes stared into yours. “You are my drive to live. I have said this countless times to many people. You mean everything to me, and I mean everything.”

Your heart melted but your head thought differently. You looked away from him. “Stop lying to me.”

His hands ran down your arms as he pulled you to his chest. “I only lie to those who are worth lying to. Why would it be worthy to lie to the woman I cherish the most?” He kissed your head. “If someone tells you something different, then they can answer to me.” He turned you around and cupped your cheeks. “Never leave my side, (Y/n). You are my vision, my guide. I do not want to lose my guide on this dark path I have taken.” He tilted your head up a bit. “I only want to achieve our dreams. My perfect world for you and I. A perfect world where you can live in peace, and I can rise in my glory.”

You grabbed his hands. “Dio, not like this,” You shook your head. “Why can’t it be different?”

“Because it has to be done.” He kissed you softly. “I’m sorry.”

Tears laced your eyes. “Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“…You have my word.”

But that word would be shattered as he would burn from Jonathan Joestar’s might, and you would die with a broken heart.

[jojoimaginestories]

can we get fugo x reader first kiss?? pwease im soft for him and just wanna comfort the angy boy

Pannacotta Fugo’s first kiss with S/O

Warning: Mild Language, I believe the Reader is gender neutral (I tried) A/n: FUGO DESERVES TO BE SOFT!! I agree! He needs comfort, and I’d like to hug him! **Gif is not mine** 

Alright, this isn’t no random kiss out of a blue, this is a first kiss

THIS IS NOT JUST ANY NORMAL FIRST KISS EITHER

This is Pannacotta Fugo we’re talking about here

So, you’ve been dating for a while, about a month or so (maybe longer)

Now, Fugo is no idiot, he’s been planning this since the moment you two started your first date (he took you to the marina and you two just stood there and stared at the beautiful Mediterranean Sea)

He’s been WANTING to kiss you, but there’s a problem

As impatient as he is, he also knows that his temper will get in the way of this relationship, which is something he DOESN’T want

Oh no, he doesn’t want to get angry with you, he’ll NEVER get angry with you, he refuses

...But there are other modes of how he can get angry, i.e. Narancia.

Narancia likes to either tease the hell out of Fugo, or probably piss him off to some extent

One time, Narancia got a math problem wrong (this was a normal day), and Fugo stabbed him in the hand with a pen

You had to wrap Narancia’s hand while scolding Fugo at the same time

He didn’t want this to be a thing you had to worry about, but at this rate, he can’t help it

So, here you are, you’re sitting outside, gazing at the sun setting (again remember, he planned this), he called for your attention

You looked at him as he had a nervous look. “Are you okay, Panacotta?”

He gave out a sigh. “It’s just something that’s been on my mind.”

You grabbed one of his hands and leaned towards him. “No one made you mad, right?”

His heart sank. He thought you might start scolding him.

“Was it Narancia,” You urged. “Tell me it wasn’t him again, please.”

“No, it wasn’t Narancia,” He answered at first.

You frowned. “I swear! It’s bad for your heart, you know? I can afford for you to be angry all the time.”

He felt like he was in a deep hole. “I-I’m not angry at anyone (Y/n). I-I’m-.”

“You’re not angry at yourself,” You asked. You sighed with relief. “Thank goodness.” You hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. “I told the others to stop messing with you. I can’t have my boyfriend die young from a heart attack. If they do it again, I’ll scold them, okay?” You smiled softly. “Don’t worry about them. You’re okay with me.”

His heart was lifted somewhat. “...I don’t want you to be angry with me for being angry, (Y/n).”

You shrugged. “It bothers me, yes, but I’m not angry. I’m worried.” You held up a finger towards him. “Don’t EVER think I’m mad because you’re angry. You’re cute when you get frustrated over certain things, but you being fully angry like you are with Narancia just has me concerned you might hurt yourself.”

He thought differently, you knew that. You cupped his cheeks. “I’m okay with your spouts of anger Fugo. I didn’t fall in love with you because I hated it and wanted to change it. That’s what makes you, YOU! You’re so smart, and you’re funny. I think you’re funny when you yell too, you know? Especially when Narancia looks like he’s about to piss his pants.” You giggled. “Don’t ever think I hate a think about you. I love it.”

He gave you a soft gaze. “(Y/n)...” He leaned in and kissed you on your lips, much to your shock.

You froze for a few seconds as he felt you not kissing back and pulled away. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean-.”

You looked at him. “Why’d you stop?”

He blinked in shock. “H-Huh?”

“Why did you stop,” You repeated. You gasped. “Oh my god, I didn’t move! I thought I was kissing your cheek! How stupid am I?” You groaned. “I messed up our first kiss! Wait, wait! Let’s do it again! Forget time happened for a second there.”

You grinned. “Can we properly kiss this time,” You tilted your head as you looked at him.

His eyes glowed. “Yeah,” He nodded. He leaned in, this time you were ready. And the sun perfectly was setting behind you two as you has a proper “first kiss”.

[jojoimaginestories]

Can I PLEASE get a scenario with Abbacchio who’s super into a badass female Bucci gang member (but she doesn’t know it) and then an enemy stand “glues” them together temporarily?? What would abba’s reaction be? TYSM!

Abbacchio into a Super Badass Fem!Reader

Warning: Mild Language A/n: Wow, first post in a while, hope it’s good, hope everyone enjoys! (And I hope you don’t mind it as a headcannon) *Gif is not mine*

Imagine this: Abbacchio actually finding someone (besides Mama Bruno) who isn’t annoying

Crazy, right?

Well, that’s when you step in

See, you just have this atmosphere (and you honestly don’t even know it), but all the members think it’s awesome

Before Trish came into the picture, you were the only girl in the Bucci Gang, so you had to at least be a little intimidating to pass off as a gang member

sO, let’s fast forward to now

On one of your patrols, you were paired with Abbacchio

You thought he was ignoring you because that’s just him, but unbeknownst to you, Abbacchio over here was actually just nervous af around you

(Bucciarati may or may not have caught on to Abba’s feels and was like “Maybe I’ll pair these two up to spark some romance” (Let’s be honest, he’s the mama bird and wants what’s best for everyone, even you and Abbacchio, so he’s gonna try))

In the midst of this patrol, you were caught off guard by an enemy stand user who’s stand (literally) is like glue

You and Abbacchio start fighting this stand, you trying to not get glue in your hair when you failed to realize that the glue actually stuck you both together

So GUESS WHO COMES INTO BASE GLUED TOGETHER, EH???

Instantly, you’re getting laughs from Narancia and Mista

Giorno doesn’t want to feel Abbacchio’s wrath, so he says nothing, and Fugo doesn’t care, neither does Trish

Bruno is smirking at Abbacchio from the side, not that you could see, but Abbacchio could and if looks could kill, Bruno would be dead

“I guess you two will just be stuck together until the glue comes undone,” Bruno shrugs towards the both of you.

“I have shit to do,” You called.

“Well, you can do it with Abbacchio then.”

This screams that you two are fucked

Bruno nudged Abbacchio and motions over to you, who has a frustrated look painted on

Abbacchio’s trying to hide his blush as he looks at you. “What is it that you need to do,” He muttered in a dull voice.

You looked at him. “Uh, cook. It’s my turn, and that means I get to make the cookies that Narancia likes, so you’ll have to bear with me until I’m done.”

Abbacchio really doesn’t want to be seen baking cookies for Narancia of all people, but he can’t help but be stuck to you because of the mission

He shoots a gaze to Bruno, who has a shit-eating grin as he motions towards you, prompting for him to respond

Abbacchio gave a sigh. “I’ll help, but keep me away from the cookies. I’m not making that shit,” He pointed a finger to you.

Your eyes lit up as you hugged him. “Thank you Abba!!”

He froze at the sudden contact and resisted an urge to kiss you or pinch your cheeks from your adorableness (when you showed it around him and others)

Cooking was not bad, since he decided to do the half that didn’t require your necessary touches

He was actually glad to cook with you, you weren’t loud or noisy or prodding him (basically you weren’t annoying to him)

All of a sudden, you were needing to grab something across the counter and stretched to get it, only to fall onto the ground as Abbacchio nearly fell over on the opposite side away from you

You both looked to see that the glue was undone, probably because of the heat in the kitchen, and it only left the side that you both were stuck on sticky

You cheered with a grin. “The glue came undone!”

Abbacchio sighed. “I guess it was hot in the kitchen to melt the glue.”

You patted his arm and grinned. “You’re free to go! There’s no reason for you to be stuck here. I’ll just finish everything here.”

He scoffed. “I’m already here, and I might as well finish what I started.”

‘Did she really hate my presence that much? Did she hate being stuck to me,’ He thought.

You tilted your head and held a finger up to your chin. “I thought you hated being bothered.” You looked at the time. “This is around the time you’d be drinking your wine.” You looked at him. “Don’t let me cut into your wine time Abba! Go ahead! You don’t want to be ruined with my presence!”

He huffed, his cheeks flushing pink. “You don’t ruin me with your presence.”

Your cheeks got a bit hot. “H-Huh?”

He looked at you. “You’re better than the others. I don’t find you that annoying.”

You scratched your cheek and looked away from him. “R-Really?”

He sighed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s obvious, tesoro.”

Your face had to have been flushed. “O-Oh... Abba... W-Would you, um, like to... um... Do this again, then?”

He smirked. “What happened? I thought your super badass personality didn’t get flustered.”

You gave him an embarrassed glare. “I-I’m not a badass! I will revoke my offer if you tease me!”

“Then I’ll say yeah, but...” He leaned closer to you. “I want it to just be between us, hmm?”

You were enchanted by his gaze until you smelled something burning. Your eyes widened. “THE FOOD!”

Abbacchio’s eyes widened as he looked at the food on the stove. “Damnit, this is why you distract me.”

You shot him a look. “I distract YOU?!”

Bruno wasn’t mad you were burning the food. He was more proud that Abbacchio admitted his true feelings for you.

[jojoimaginestories]

Thank you so much for writing my CAT CALL request I seriously LOOOOOOVEEEEED IT!!! YOU ARE AMAZINFFFFFG !!!!!

Thank you for requesting them! I hope you really enjoyed them!

I thought my writing was terrible lol

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HELLO SO I LOVED THE REQUEST THAT YOU DID ABOUT THE CATCALL SO MAY I PLEASE request Abbacchio, DIO, pt2 Joseph in which their future s/o is hanging with her friends and some guy tries to catcall her and she’s all nice and politely tells him off and he keeps trying and the boys think they will come save the day but their s/o just pulls out her stand and kicks the guys butt

Abbacchio, DIO (Pt 3), and Joseph (Pt 2) with a future S/O that kicks butt after being cat called

Warning: Mild Language A/n: Hope you enjoy!! **Gifs are not mine**

Abbacchio

He’s not worried… at first

He knows you can handle yourself, but you sometimes were too soft (as in too nice for your own good, he’s not that creepy)

You were trying to be nice about it, and tell the guy to go away

You and the rest of Passione were having lunch, you see

And the waiter, he was trying to low-key get your number

You were sure that you were not going to give it to him since your crush on Abbacchio was obvious and HUGE (even Bruno could tell and he was sly about getting the two of you together)

“Come on, just dinner and a drink Doll-face.”

Abbacchio froze, mid sipping his tea, and a glare about to form on his face

He glared at the waiter, and Giorno slowly moved his chair back a bit so that he wouldn’t be caught in the crosshairs

You gave a cute smile and watched him get pummeled by your stand

You gave a cute giggle “Please stop interrupting my boss’s lunch please~!”

The fact that you were doing this very nicely… it kinda turned Abbacchio on (he’ll never admit that of course)

“…I’m 100% sure that Abbacchio was about to start beating the shit out of that guy for you,” Narancia hummed out of the blue as everything got quiet.

Oh, Narancia wished he didn’t open his mouth then

DIO (Pt 3)

Not gonna lie, it was one of his servants

They respected Dio, sure, but holy shit!! You were so beautiful, I mean, how could he NOT???

“Hey S/O! Why don’t we go out eh? Just us and privacy? Maybe a bedroom?”

…This didn’t fly by with Dio…

He was prepared for everything, even as you were politely declining this so called “catcaller”

He just needed to hide the body, you see?

This “servant” of his grabbed your arm and tugged you along the large corridor into Cairo

Let’s be honest as well, Dio’s watching from afar, but that vampire hearing is good for something, yeah?

You refused again, tugging on your arm gently

“C’mon Baby, just a little action and-.”

**SMACK**

Here you were, going from 0 to 100 real quick

Your stand was stomping on a bloody corpse in the hall way

“WHY THE HELL CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I ONLY WANT LORD DIO YOU PIECE OF SHIT?! YOU’RE SUCH A STUCK-UP ASS THAT NOT EVEN HE’LL RECOGNIZE YOU WHEN I’M FINISHED!”

Needless to say, Dio was impressed

Like seriously, he came up from behind as you returned to being soft

“Hi Lord Dio, don’t mind me here, this man was being… unnecessarily complacent… with something he wanted from me.”

He gave a quiet him. “…Would you like a drink, my dear?”

Your cheeks were flushed as you agreed and followed him

“Also… that was absolutely ravishing, my dear…”

Joseph Joestar (Pt 2)

It’s Italy, you thought this wasn’t like New York City and you weren’t going to be cat called… OH BOY WERE YOU WRONG

Of course, Caesar was accompanying you and Suzi Q out grocery shopping

Then Joseph tagged along because he heard Caesar was coming along as well

This was just set plans for disaster to occur

You were more than capable of taking Suzi Q grocery shopping (as you didn’t have Hamon training due to being one of Lisa Lisa’s master students)

But these two INSISTED on going with you two

So here you all were, in Venice, walking on the side of the canals to find what was on Suzi Q’s grocery list

All was going according to plan (does it always), when a group of men, troublesome looking men at that, were calling out to the both of you, primarily you because you were obscuring their vision of Suzi Q

“Ey, Ladies!! Why don’t you come over here for a good time, eh? We’ll give you a very good time if you catch my drift!”

You breathed with a quiet sigh

“What did those men say,” Joseph yelled.

“Oh god,” You muttered and turned. “No thank you, we’re quite busy,” You hummed as the group approached yours

Caesar wasn’t ready to get involved, but he was prepared to give them a talk if you couldn’t make them step down

Joseph, boy, he was ready to riot

“Aw, c’mon ladies,” A hand grabbed your arm and rubbed it in an uncomfortable manner

His eye twitched ‘Why are they touching S/O like she’d comply?’

He blinked to see a man being tossed into the canal

You growled

“I said it nicely, but you didn’t get it, did you? No means no, or is there a different word that means back off in Italian.”

Suzi Q gave you the translation quickly, but she doubt that it’d help

“So, who ELSE wants their ass kicked?!”

Caesar and Joseph blinked twice

“…I think she got that from you,” Caesar looked at him.

“I didn’t teach her to toss a man like that,” Joseph argued.

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Blush (Jotaro Kujo)

Blush

Paring: Jotaro Kujo x Fem! Reader Words: 501 Warning: Mild Language, Flustered Reader, etc. A/N: Please enjoy! Requested By: “Hi may I request Jotaro with a s/o that gets flustered super easily and gets all blush’s and clumsy around him but when with anyone else she’s super confident and fierce! Thank you!” - Anonymous 

You smirked at Polnareff as you leaned on your hand. “You’re funny, but no, I bet you that I can drink this and chug it, no problem,” You held up a soda with a smirk.

He chuckled. “You’re also funny (Y/n), but no, you won’t. It’ll sting your throat and you’ll cough a billion times.”

“We’ll see about that.” You smirked and started chugging the bottle.

“What the hell are you two doing,” Jotaro arrived with Kakyoin and Mr. Joestar.

You coughed and nearly spilled the drink on yourself. Polnareff laughed. “You’ll owe me a drink, (Y/n),” He pointed at you.

You glared at him. “Fuck you,” You muttered lowly.

“Did she bet that she can chug a bottle of soda,” Kakyoin asked.

“Yeah! And she coughed! I knew she would,” Polnareff pointed at you.

“She chugged 3 at the last town we were at and didn’t breathe until the 3rd one was down.”

Polnareff blinked twice as your cheeks flushed red. “…WHAT?!”

“She’s a champion at drinking things,” Mr. Joestar patted your back. “She’s a professional at holding her breath!”

You smirked. “Try again Pretty Boy,” You chuckled.

Jotaro glared at you. “That’ll get you killed one day,” He muttered.

Your cheeks got hotter. “S-Shut up!”

--

“Alright, I got this,” You smirked as you pulled out our stand. “This guy’s gonna get knocked out in one blow!”

“ORA,” You saw Star Platinum launch beside you and punch the enemy stand user out of commission.

“You hesitated,” Jotaro muttered as he stood next to you.

Your face turned red. “I-I HAD THAT HANDLED,” You squeaked.

“Sure you did.”

“J-JOJO!”

--

“Alright Mr. Joestar, I think we should go down this road since it’s a safer path. The next path could end up putting us in a rockslide,” You pointed at a map.

“We need to get there quickly, (Y/n),” Mr. Joestar looked at you.

“But we don’t need to get killed, the shop owner told us that we’ll get killed by the terrain more than people on the path!”

“Will you two shut the hell up,” Jotaro pointed at the map between the two of you. “We’ll just take the middle route that doesn’t get us killed so you two will stop arguing.” He was oddly close to you, making your face red.

“Jotaro,” Mr. Joestar argued.

“Alright,” You squeaked and walked away from the two as you tried to calm down your beating chest.

--

“You know you make (Y/n) flustered every time you get near her, right,” Kakyoin asked Jotaro as the two of them were staring at you yelling at Polnareff for eating the food you asked for earlier.

“Yeah,” He hummed.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Jotaro walked up towards the two of you and planted a kiss on your lips before walking away.

“J-JOTARO,” Polnareff squeaked. “My savior!”

You blinked, stunned at what just happened.

“She makes a cute face when she blushes,” Jotaro answered Kakyoin as he walked past him.

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May I please have some fluffy Josuke headcanons? Love your blog🥺

Fluffy Josuke (Pt 4) Headcannons

Warning: Fluffy Josuke! And like ONE curse word A/n: Thank you! I’m being very serious when I say that I didn’t think people would like this blog a lot. I hope you enjoy!! **Gif is not mine**

If there’s one thing you can expect from Josuke, he’s a MASSIVE comfort tool

Let’s be honest, if your day is down, be sure to know that Josuke will be there to cheer you up

He’s also the best at knowing EXACTLY what you want too (you’re not sure if someone like your mom told him, but he just knows)

He’s also BIG into cuddling

Like seriously, you’re trapped against him and you’ll be like that for hours

Just imagine a tall muscly teenager spooning you to death

He doesn’t even care if he’s big or little spoon

He just wants you! Like seriously!

His kisses are very sweet, though inexperienced

He hasn’t been in a lot of relationships because he’s a “pure love” kind of guy

But he’ll be damned if he can’t give you the best relationship of your life (although you’re both teenagers with long lives ahead of you)

He’s prepared to ask EVERYONE for advice on how to please you, his amazing S/O

“…Will S/O like flowers or chocolate? I might just get both.” “I think I’ll save the horror video games for another day, don’t wanna scare S/O… DOES S/O EVEN LIKE VIDEO GAMES-? Wait, yes, there’s always a weekly trip to the arcade, Josuke, how could you forget?” “…Shit, should I take S/O out to dinner?”

He’s a very pleasing boyfriend to have

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Requests are CLOSED!!

Sorry! I’m getting all the requests done as soon as I can! Thank you all for being patient! I just wanna close requests so they don’t pile up on me! Thank you for supporting me! (I honestly thought these imagines and headcannons wouldn’t really be good or popular or anything)

I’ll get these request done so you all can have a lovely read! Enjoy your day!

Please enjoy this gif I found of Dio getting slammed into the wall.

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Can I request pt3 Jotaro, Pt4 Josuke, Pt5 Giorno, Bruno, Mista in which their future s/o is hanging with her friends and some guy tries to catcall her and she’s all nice and politely tells him off and he keeps trying and the boys think they will come save the day but their s/o just pulls out her stand and kicks the guys butt

Part 3 Jotaro, Part 4 Josuke, Part 5 Giorno, Bruno, and Mista with a future S/O that kicks butt from a guy cat calling her

Warning: None A/n: Sorry for the delay, I’m trying to write all the requests right now, thanks for being patient! **Gifs are not mine**

Jotaro (Pt 3)

You and the rest of the Crusaders had FINALLY found a place to eat after traveling all morning and afternoon

You were just excited to eat, your eyes have been on the prize of (fav food)

You were all eating, calmly and casually, exploiting funny points off of each other

A guy walks up and addresses himself to you, you’re nice and introduce yourself back

He pulls himself closer to you, and you kindly tell him that you’re with friends

He’s not buying it, obviously not caring that you were in the hands of company

Jotaro’s GLARING at this guy, alright? Like ‘Why is he so close to S/O?’, not that he’ll proudly say this out loud

Kakyoin can just see with the eye contact that Jotaro is jealous (he’s also betting on you two confessing to each other soon because this is going to be a BIT awkward if Jotaro steps in to defend you)

The guy comes and touches your leg and Jotaro starts to stand and come to your aid

Next second, the guy is on the floor whining and crying about the bloody nose that he has

Jotaro blinks in realization that you’re just standing over the guy with a menacing smile and kicking his stomach in repeatedly

“I told you to stop, but you just wouldn’t, would you? Even when I’m trying to eat?!”

Jotaro gives a hum in approval and sits down

“I think she gets that violence side from you. You two hang out a lot,” Kakyoin hums and sips his tea.

Josuke (Pt 4)

At first it wasn’t that big of a deal, you and the rest of the Morioh gang (which was really just you, Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu, and Yukako)

You guys were at the mall, having a good time, and a guy comes up

Of COURSE, he’s a delinquent, it’s written all over his face

He calls for your attention (obviously because Yukako was clinging onto Koichi and talking about one of the shops that was around), and he asks if you wanted to go hang out with him and his buddies instead of your actual friends that you were having fun with

You turn politely and say that you’re busy at the moment, but maybe another time when you’re not busy (you’re quite nice you know?)

The guy get a bit forceful and grabs your arm

Josuke’s eye twitches as he glares forward at the guys, but tries to keep a happy face

Koichi thinks this looks worse than Josuke’s hair getting insulted

It’s obvious that he has a crush on you, but won’t admit it, I mean, Josuke has been looking for things to give you to confess to you, properly of course

But this might just set him a bit over the edge

“C’mon beautiful, what’s wrong with hanging out with a couple of guys like us, eh? You’re here with shorty, crazy bitch, dumbass, and dumb hair. You think they’re better than us,” This catcaller asked with a smirk

Josuke was seeing red, but before he could retaliate, your stand was already out

You held the man’s collar in your hands as you shook him a bit

“I’m sorry, did you insult my friends?” You gave a sweet smile

His other friends were shaking at the fact that their friend was getting beat up by a high schooler, no less than a teenager

Your grin escalated “And did you insult the one with great hair?”

Josuke has already fallen in love with you, but this just put him over the moon

When you were finished the catcaller, you turned towards his friends with the same grin

“Does anyone else want to insult my friends?”

Okuyasu, the poor soul, doesn’t know what was happening as he was finding himself eating a taco from one of the stands earlier, but he’s cheering S/O on and WANTS to JOIN

But the man’s friends scramble away carrying their insured friend

You turned and skipped away happily that no one was going to insult your friends while you were around

Giorno (Pt 5)

Now, you were a catch on the streets

If someone even TALKED to you, it was like they were being graced with your presence

You obviously didn’t realize the attention you gathered, and you were just too sweet for your own good

You owned a flower shop, one of which Giorno, a good friend and crush of yours, visited every day

He would buy flowers for whatever, whoever, maybe he’d just buy them just to buy them

But you appreciated his company

One day, him and Mista were walking by when Giorno realized they were walking in front of your shop

Coming inside, someone at the counter was giving you a hard time

Hard time as in they were flirting with you pretty badly

Mista was confused onto why Giorno had this angry look on his face, but upon further inspection, it was clear he harbored feelings for you, the shop keeper

“You know, you can be her hero and just sweep in, you know,” He smirked at Giorno.

Giorno knows you mean well, and you obviously knew how to take care of yourself without trouble, but this was HARD

You were having a very hard time

You were polite with your smile and telling this man to back off, but he just wasn’t having it

Giorno took a step forward when the man launched far near the door, where the two stepped aside as the man crashed on the floor

You marched and stood above him with your glare evidently high

“I’m sorry sir, but you must continue your business somewhere else, please come back again when you have common sense and knowledge behind the word ‘No’,” You muttered lowly.

Giorno looked at you impressed and was going to ask you about what had happened

You smiled at him politely “Hi GioGio, I’m sorry you had to see that, same arrangement of flowers, or would you like something different?”

Your heart fluttered in his presence that he was there, but you were glad that he was there in case you needed help

Bruno

You have served Bruno and Passione at your café for the past few years

You were introduced to Bruno by a neighboring shop when they saw the Mafia lurking around your café and giving you a hard time

Today was one of those days

But instead of getting the usual Mafioso talk, you were getting catcalled by a man with his group

“Ey, Bella! I need a new drink! Black coffee if it’s available! While we’re at that, your number too!”

You inwardly cringed as you served Bruno his cappuccino he asked for

He obviously cared about you enough to want to get rid of all of your problems, hence setting up protection for you, visiting you, and primarily drinking your coffee from your café

He was ready to say something

Of course, the rest of Passione could tell he was ready to do something about it too

You turned your head and watched your stand appear to knock the man’s teeth in

You held your mouth in fake shock

“Oh? I’m sorry? What was that? I don’t speak gurgle-gurgle. Stop trying to flirt with your barista and worry about finding a woman who actually cares about your bad attitude.”

Bruno sipped his cappuccino, impressed by your behavior, but he knew you didn’t learn that on your own… No, you took a lesson from Abbacchio, because he was tired of his boss coming to save you nearly all the time

Mista

What was more awkward: Trying to tell Guido Mista you like him or have a guy catcall you while you were about to start your confession?

You think the latter, but the former was starting to bite you slowly on the inside

You just wanted a friendly dinner with him and THEN tell him your feelings, but this wasn’t cutting it

You were slowly getting more embarrassed by the minute, and this wasn’t doing you any good

You nearly shrunk down your size by the man cat calling you towards his seat, begging you to drink the wine he had stored up

Mista was just about to have it

He opened his mouth to stand when you turned and gave a sharp slap across the catcaller’s face

You glared highly as your stand started to beat the crap out of him

You ended up yelling at him that you were trying to enjoy dinner with Mista, and openly admitted your feelings about him in a fit of a rant

“I’m sorry that I’m a sensible woman that doesn’t want to drink wine from a fat drunk idiot when I have such a loving man right in front of me that’ll give me more respect than you will in my entire lifetime! Get a hint! I’m trying to tell him I’m in love with him you PIG!”

Mista blinked in confusion as you embarrassingly apologized towards him for having this dinner ruined, but he waves it off and tells you how hot you was telling a man off

You blushed when Mista asked if he could take you out somewhere more proper since you obviously couldn’t stand being in the place any longer

You, of course, accepted

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Escape (Rohan Kishibe)

Escape

Paring: Rohan Kishibe x Fem! Reader Words: 2324 (A/n: I just kept writing and I couldn’t stop lol. If this needs a part 2, I’ll make it.) Warning: Implied abuse, I guess graphic??, Rohan is actually nice a bit, Reader is just tired of her living situation Requested By: None

The taste of iron lingered in your mouth as you bit your lip furiously. Your fists were clenched as you stood in front of your front door with anger in your veins. You were desperate to believe that your mother wasn’t sleeping with another man, in your house, but that sadly was just a dream. You KNEW she was with someone. There was a car you didn’t recognize in your driveway, and the sounds… the sounds coming from your house were not pleasant for your ears. You just got back from working your second job. You just wanted an escape. But that escape was far. You turned your heel and walked down the street. Your fists became unclenched as you stared mindlessly at the sidewalk underneath you.

You’ve lived with your mother in Morioh for quite a while, since you were born really. You, her, and your father lived peacefully on the street you grew up, and you all were very kind to your neighbors. Well, until your parents got divorced. Your father moved more inland for his job, wanting to take you along, but your mother won custody in court. You saw him twice a month on weekends. He was desperate to provide for you, but you appreciated his efforts.

Your mother was another story. After the divorce, she stopped caring for you and for herself. She’d go out late, leaving you to your own devices. That was not a great mental state to put a young child in. She had MANY boyfriends, and you only liked about 2 or 3 who realized that she was treating you terribly. You started working jobs at 16, just as you started high school. You saved up for college, but your mother could barely afford the mortgage with all the child support your father was paying you. So now, here you were, 20 years old, trying to make money to leave, but getting caught in your mother’s ropes once more.

You desperately needed an escape.

“Hey, it’s (Y/n),” You heard.

You looked up to see the troublesome teenagers, Josuke and Okuyasu, walk towards you with sweet Koichi. You gave a small wave and a sad smile. For the past few months, you were roped in their schemes to fight stand users to protect the town, seeing as you were a stand user yourself. It wasn’t that bad for a while.

“What’re you doing out (Y/n)? Going to work,” Josuke grinned at you.

You were the young boy’s neighbor, and he never knew of your predicament. You cleared your throat. “No, actually, I’m gonna head somewhere to eat. I’m starving,” You gave a nervous smile. “How’s school going?”

He shrugged. “It’s going fine, just boring.”

You gave a small laugh. “I remember those days. I’d get bored easily too. Just head over to the arcade. It’ll be fun.”

“You sure? Won’t you get lonely,” Koichi asked you.

“Hey, why don’t you join us,” Okuyasu grinned.

You shook your head. “No thanks, boys. I finished a shift, so being alone if fine for me.”

“Are you alright? You look tired,” Josuke placed a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded with a smile. “I’m fine. Trust me. Go on, I gotta run.” You waved and walked away from the group.

You found yourself getting something at a café, hunched over in your seat as you sat there quietly. You yawned. You heard a camera snap and looked over. Rohan was taking a picture on the street with that camera he had. Since he was a mangaka, he must’ve been looking for reference ideas for his chapter.

“Hey Rohan,” You greeted and waved at him. He turned around and blinked, seeing you. Your cheeks were a bit flushed as you stared at him. “Getting more references,” You asked calmly.

It wasn’t often you fell in love with someone, but you were REALLY into him. Just something about his attitude and not caring what others thought besides his fans. You were a bit jealous almost.

He gave you narrowed eyes. “That bastard Josuke isn’t around, is he,” He muttered.

You sweat dropped with a nervous smile. “No, he isn’t. I told him I wanted to be alone. Now thinking about it, me being alone with my thoughts is not okay.”

He sat in front of you as he set his camera down. “What are you doing alone anyways? I thought you were working today.”

You waved it off. “I finished early. My boss let me take some time off. I headed home when I thought I needed something to eat.”

Such a lie, you muttered in your head.

“I know there’s something wrong, (Y/n). Don’t lie to me,” He hummed.

The day you met Rohan, he used Heaven’s Door to peek into your memories. He was thinking of making a new character, but when he dug too deep, he found out the reasons you were like this in the first place. He certainly knew how to pick you out and read you like a book.

You gave a quiet sigh and held your cup of tea. “…I think my Mom brought someone new home again,” You mumbled. “There were a log of pleasuring sounds coming from inside.”

He scrunched his face. He certainly wasn’t your mother’s biggest fan. “Another,” He mumbled in confusion.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Not my day today. I wish I worked longer today, so I had to find a way to get out of the house today.”

“You need to move out and find somewhere else to live. Even if it’s at a hotel for a bit.”

You frowned. “I would if I could, Rohan. You of all people should know I don’t have money to throw around… I can barely afford the mortgage anymore. It’s either that or the gas bill, electric bill, and water bill. I wish she didn’t make it harder. I give her money to buy groceries because I can’t go and she spends it all on cigarettes and alcohol.  She makes me so tired. I sometimes can barely keep myself awake.”

“Then you need to do something. What about your Dad?”

“He won’t support her anymore. As soon as I turned 18, he cut child support off. He’s afraid of sending me money, but I said it was probably for the best.”

“You can’t sit here in misery, (Y/n).”

You shut your eyes tiredly as you felt your phone ring in your pocket. You picked it up and answered.

“Hello,” You asked.

“Heyyyyyy (Y/n),” Your mother slurred on the phone. “Can you got to the store, ‘n pick up a bottle of wine and my cigarettes? Oh~! And a new box of condoms too.”

You frowned. “Sure.”

“C’mon, give me more pep!”

“I already said sure, what more do you want from me?”

“Look, don’t sound so disrespectful, ya know? You live in my house, you live by my rules.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll go get what you asked.” You hung up.

“Was that her,” Rohan asked.

You forgot he was there for a second. You frowned and nodded. “Cigarettes, wine, and a box of condoms. That’s what I’ve been reduced to.” You got up and pulled out your wallet to pay. “I’ll see you later,” You sighed and walked away from him.

--

You staggered out of your house at 3 in the morning, breathing heavily. Your head pounded and you could barely stand. You breathed heavily as you staggered down the empty street. Your vision was blurry. You arrived on a peaceful street and walked up to the house you knew would do something to help you. You knocked weakly, using your hand to rest on the doorframe as you could hear grumbling on the other side. The door shot open.

“Who the hell stays up at 3 in the morning on a Wednesday,” Rohan snapped.

You gave him a tired gaze. His eyes widened at your tired figure. “Can I stay here tonight,” You weakly asked.

For once, THE Rohan Kishibe didn’t hesitate to actually be nice for once. He made you a cup of tea and watched you drink it as you sat on the couch. He took this time to study your features. Your knuckles were bloodied and bruised. You had a gash on your forearm and a cut on your head. You also had a bruise forming underneath your eye that followed with your busted lip. You had a story to tell, and if he had to, he’ll pry every bit of it out of you. You weakly looked at him as you felt his gaze for a while now.

“Rohan,” You asked.

He blinked, realizing he was glaring at your features a little TOO much. Your gaze on him would say that you were about to say something desperate. It sounded like you.

“C…Can I borrow money from you? I-I’ll pay it back. I-I need a deposit for an apartment I found,” You whimpered with tears brimming your eyes. “I just need a little money, and I’ll pay it all back with my next paycheck.”

He huffed. “No,” He muttered.

You winced. “A-Alright.”

“You’re staying here.”

You stared at him in shock. “W-What?”

He sighed. “Don’t make me repeat myself, you know I hate that.” He frowned. “I have an extra room. And it’s not like hate you. You’re one of the few people in this damn town with common sense.” He stood. “I’ll get a first aid kit for you. Let’s clean that wound on your head and arm.”

You watched him walk away and leave briefly. Live… with Rohan…? Your mind went through different stages. One of them was relief, but it didn’t register quickly enough. When Rohan came back and bandaged your wound, he stared at you before sighing again.

“Get your things tomorrow and take some time off of work to heal. You need sleep,” He muttered and stood. “C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.”

“But Rohan-.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, (Y/n).” You winced as you stood and followed him. You found an empty guest room with a bed as Rohan looked around it. “It’s a nice room, has a good view outside, just go sleep.”

You nodded and sniffled. “Thank you.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Don’t interrupt me when I’m in my office. I’m on a streak.” He walked away from you and you heard a door close nearby.

You staggered towards the bed and laid on your back, quickly drifting off to sleep.

--

You called a moving van that morning and got all your things packed in a rush. You were still weak from yesterday, but it was all fine with you just to get out. You just wanted to go to your escape. Josuke was all confused when he saw you with a moving van.

“Hey, you’re finally moving out,” Josuke asked.

You gave a weak nod. “Yeah,” You mumbled and packed your belongings.

“Huh, where’re you going? It’s gotta be close or else I might withdrawals,” He laughed.

You looked at him briefly before looking forward. “I’m moving a few blocks away. With Rohan.”

He blinked. “EH?!” He stared at you in shock. “(Y/N)! No way! You’re gonna live with that cocky bastard!”

“I’m sure he won’t let get hit by strangers inside my own home, Josuke.”

“What do you mean?”

You turned to him fully after placing a box in the moving van. “Josuke, I didn’t fight a stand user and look like this yesterday,” You mumbled.

He took a moment to stare at your features. “Huh? What the hell happened to you?”

You grabbed one more box and placed it in the moving van. “Oh, a lot,” You breathed. “It all started LONG before you and I met.”

“(Y/N) WAIT PLEASE,” Your mother ran out.

You stared at her with an empty gaze as she hugged your legs. “Please stay! I promise I won’t bring men by anymore! Please stay!!”

“…I can see why Dad left you. You can’t even take care of yourself and have to depend on others. If I keep this up, I might be able to go to college eventually. Enjoy your alcohol, cigarettes, and men. Don’t cry to me about needing money. I can barely afford things for myself. You made that possible,” You muttered. You pulled her off of you. “And get off.”

“NO! WAIT! I’ll start buying groceries when you ask! I’ll even get you a job! PLEASE! Just stay, stay with me at home!”

You got into the driver’s seat of the moving van and rolled the window down. “I’ll talk to you later Josuke. Go ahead and get to school. Don’t you have a test today? Go pass that and I’ll treat you,” You grinned.

“A-Alright,” He nodded in shock as you drove off.

You breathed as you looked in the mirror to see your mother crying on the front lawn as Josuke stared at her in shock. You arrived at Rohan’s as he was just leaving. He looked at you as you got out.

“Hmm, I assume your mother was begging you to stay,” He hummed.

You nodded. “How could you tell,” You asked.

“Sounds like her.”

You smiled. “Thank you for taking me in. I promise I won’t slack off and I’ll even pay for expenses if I have to.”

He rolled his eyes and patted your cheek. “If those expenses include staying beautiful and getting some sleep, then that’s fine with me.” He walked off.

You blinked twice. “E-EH?!” You looked at him in shock. “W-WHAT?!”

He paused and looked back at you. “I don’t just let anyone live with me, (Y/n). You’re not that bad to be around. So why should I see you being miserable? It annoys me.” He chuckled and walked away. “Your mood will dampen mine, and that’ll get old quickly.”

You sweat dropped as your flushed cheeks heated up your face. “…I sometimes will never understand him.”

[jojoimaginestories]

hello 🤗 i was wondering if you could do headcanons of the crusaders with a fem stand user s/o whos secretly a celebrity.. they dont know until some super fan comes up to them and is like “omg ily so much, youre my favorite celebrity blah blah blah!” and then she has to explain her job and stuff.. srry if it is confusing!

Stardust Crusader Crew with a famous S/O Warning: Some mild language A/n: Hope you enjoy! And trust me, it wasn’t confusing at all, I’m the person who does the confusion lol

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is 100% not surprised

You got the face

You got the body

How the hell weren’t you famous was what he was asking you

He gets pretty annoyed though when it happens often

Like if a group comes up

 “OMG you’re (Y/n)!! Can we PLEASE have a picture with you?”

He’s gonna get pissed real quick

ou and him were just casually walking in the town the group stopped in and wanted some alone time

BUT MAN were those plans shut down by this group

He almost sicked Star Platinum on them

Literally, Star Platinum shared the same annoyed face as Jotaro did, much to your amusement

You apologized afterwards once you got the group to leave so you could continue your date in peace

He says “It’s fine, just don’t make it a habit”

You swear you don’t… until you get back to Japan

But overall, he 100% doesn’t give a single fuck

You’re you, it’s your life, he lets you live it how you please

Noriaki Kakyoin

Cherry Boy is a little bit surprised, but not at you

He’s looking at the fans like

“How the hell did they find you so quickly?”

People got the power of a stand, you have the power of a stand AND fans

They’ll do anything for you at this point

Kakyoin’s a little jelly, ngl

He wants you to depend on him a bit too

Trust me, you do

In fact, you proved it

“You know, (Y/n), I’m here too if you need me, you don’t have to have your fans give you attention if you want it”

You smiled at him. “I know that, but the difference between them and you is that you’ll give me attention when I need it the most, they just give it to me because I’m a major part of their lives and something they look forward to”

Somewhat words of wisdom, his heart leaps

He secretly tries to find out about your music (via Mr. Joestar and the Speedwagon Foundation)

Joseph Joestar (I’m gonna do Part 3 because why not?)

Alright, let’s be honest here, this old man thinks you’re full of surprises

Like seriously

You’re young, he’s old (but still looking hot af)

If you magically told him you were a mermaid, he would’ve been like “Should’ve seen it coming”

He sees this “super fan” of yours come up, he’s like ‘who is this?’

“OH MY GOD!!!”

His reaction when he finds out you’re a famous pop singer with BITCHIN’ talent

He sends the Speedwagon Foundation to FIND your music, like seriously

It’s like a manhunt

You try to tell him it’s not that big of a deal

“HOLY SHIT”

He can’t get enough of it

He VOWS to listen to your music, and only your music for as long as he can

You get pretty embarrassed because everyone else is pretty chill with it, he’s really overreacting… well, him and Polnareff, but Polnareff was always like that, he’s a bit oblivious, and telling him you were secretly a famous singer, someone would’ve known your location by now, like goddamn

After the trip to Egypt, he listens to your music and solely your music for a while (he even tells sweet Holy to listen to it because GOD did you have talent)

Muhammad Avdol

At first, he was a bit shocked, but when he found out you were famous, it clicked in his head

Literally gives no fucks

At all

In fact, he’s with the super fan

You tried to apologize profusely for having your time with him interrupted

BUT HE DOESN’T CARE

“You were very nice, despite the fact that this is your private time (Y/n). It’s fine with me.���

“But AVDOL!!!”

It takes him like 8 tries to tell you that this was A-Okay in his book

He did ask a lot more about your career, which you were happy to answer

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He was the LAST to know that you were a celebrity

The others slowly one by one knew, Mr. Joestar being the first because he knew you personally

When Polnareff found out, MAN was he ready to tell the whole world

“HEY EVERYONE, MY S/O IS FAMOUS!”

You punched his mouth for that

The others laughed a bit as his misery, and you told him to get his tone in check

He would then act like he was your paparazzi

He would take pictures of you, make impromptu interviews, the whole shebang

Were you a bit irritated? Yes, yes you were

But did you find it hilarious after a while? Hell yes, you did

In fact, he would ask you random ridiculous questions that made the situation more better

…But if another super fan came up and asked about you, he’d swiftly go ‘back off my celebrity s/o, only I get to ask these embarrassing questions’

He was truly one of a kind

[jojoimaginestories]

Leone Abbaccio Headcannons w/ Dating Giorno’s Older Sister

Paring: Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Giorno’s Sister!Reader  Requested By: None

How would Abbacchio react to finding out you’re Giorno’s Older Sister?

Okay, the fact that you’re even RELATED to Giorno makes him shocked

Of course, you are his half-sister, but how are you even remotely related to him?

He’s like “You’re you and he’s a bastard”

It takes him a while to get over it

Like a long while

2 days later and 6 bottles of wine later, he can look at you two and say ‘meh, I get it’

Honestly though, if he someone asked him if you two were siblings, he’s 9/10 going to say ‘I have no fucking clue’

You get pissed when he cusses Giorno out

Not overly pissed, but pissed to where you won’t talk to him for a while

He’s okay with the silent treatment at first, but after a while he’ll apologize

100% loves to cuddle you in private

One time, Giorno caught you two cuddling on the couch and can’t get the mental scarring image out of his head

As his older sister, he’s expects to you to date people, but he doesn’t expect you dating Abbacchio

Giorno is cool with it after a bit though, so it’s not that bad

If you three are out somewhere, whether it be just hanging out or being on missions, Abbacchio will do his best to restrain himself from insulting Giorno in front of you, just to please you

Giorno makes it hard, but for you, Abbacchio will go with it, he’s THAT in love with you

[jojoimaginestories]

Anomaly (Dio Brando)

Anomaly

Paring: Dio Brando (Part 1) x Fem!Reader Words: 1049 Warning: Super Fluff, Kind!Reader, Dio’s a bit domesticated Requested By: None

**Gif is not mine**

To most, Dio was an anomaly. He fit in perfectly with rich society, despite having come through  a near dirt-poor family back in London, had near-perfect grades, despite you were sure that he never studied for a thing in his life, and he was a real looker for women. In fact, that last part actually got him together with you in the first place. It was quite an odd day. You were finished studying in the library when you ran into the tall gentleman known as Dio Brando. This was also the day you two met. He was tired of all the women in the school harassing him to take them out places, so he was certain that you were just about the same as they were.

“Excuse me, sorry for bumping into you,” You gave a soft smile and walked past him calmly.

He blinked in confusion as you walked away from him, focusing on ahead rather than look back at him. You didn’t spare him a second glance.

She is either stupid in realizing who I was, or she just thinks of me as another ordinary person, Dio thought as he walked in the opposite direction of where you were going.

As the days went by, you were caught in Dio’s glances more and more as he gained some form of an interest in you. He had studied you from afar, and thought of you as a delicate flower. You read a lot, to his surprise. You switched between studying and enjoying a good entertaining book. He found out through Jonathan what your name was, though he didn’t want to at first because he didn’t want to be bothered by him in the slightest.

You were (Y/n) (L/n) of the (L/n) family. Certainly, you were rich by some standards and it turned out that your father managed a large company that boosted some of the economy greatly. So, your name wasn’t tossed out just for fun. Your family was meant for business. Your mother was a famous entrepreneur, one known for her fashion lines. Your parents, together, were a great match, and the fact that they produced you meant that you were also a great anomaly that Dio stumbled upon.

Despite having servants, which he learned about from listening to other students, you made your own meals. You preferred not to overwork servants after their own basic duties they had. You were very gentle and kind-hearted. You were so nice to others too. It was hard for Dio to get you out of his head at this point.

One day, he decided to approach you. Something along the lines of what you were reading.  It was in public, and other girls watched in awe as he walked across the courtyard you were in. They thought he would approach one of them. When he slipped past them and approached you, they were heartbroken and jealous of the attention you gained from him.

“Miss (L/n),” Dio hummed. You looked up to see him stare at you with his hands in his pockets. “You know, I don’t see a lot of women carrying a book as thick as yours around. Is it that good of a read?”

You smiled softly and nodded. “It’s one of my favorites. It’s Jules Verne, Twenty Thousands Leagues Under the Sea,” You hummed.

“I see. Care to tell me about it?”

It wasn’t long after when he started courting you. He thought you were the one person in this world he wouldn’t annoy him to insanity. You were calm, collected, and in fact, you were just perfect to match him.

“My dear,” He hummed as he leaned towards you.

You sat in his large mansion where his minions did every bit of his bidding. You were reading another book, calmly and collectively.

“Yes,” You asked, turning to face him.

“Are you comfortable? Are you enjoying your tea?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am,” You hummed with a smile.

“Good, good,” He hummed. He stood. “I’m going to go for a bit, would you like me to bring anything back for you?”

“Hmm… May I have some chocolate? I haven’t had some in a while, and I would just love some right about now.”

He nodded. “As you wish.” He bowed his head and kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He walked away from you. As he shut the door, he gave a small growl. His feeding was getting so absurd. He wanted to spend time with you, but as a vampire, his feeding came at random times, and it was getting ridiculous that he had to separate himself from you for the time being. He couldn’t bring himself to turn you into a mindless slave, just like those who served him. You were his delicate flower. If he harmed one of your petals, he wouldn’t forgive himself. In fact, he knew Jonathan was plotting against him, and if he brought you into this, it would only be worse for you to have to deal with your love. He gave a quiet sigh, and resumed to walking off.

--

You leaned against Dio after returning from a few days. You knitted a scarf for the change of seasons, and since Dio operated in the evening, you thought that making him something to keep him warm was more than likely.

“My dear,” He hummed quietly.

“Yes,” You asked, pausing to listen.

“Would you love me if I was different than others?”

“Whatever would you mean?”

“If I wasn’t as… pure hearted… as others, I mean. What if evil tainted my heart?”

You looked at him before looking forward. You returned to your knitting. “I believe everyone has a little corruption in their hearts. Some have it more than others. It is based on others experiences of how much corruption they have. But you? I love you for you, and every part of you is perfect to me. So, don’t worry about it for my sake.” You smiled at him. “I’m alright with every part of you.”

He slowly nodded. “…Alright…” He sighed.

“Something clouding your mind?”

“…I don’t want anyone to take you from me.”

You slowly nodded. “Alright, my love. I will be with you for as long as I live.”

[jojoimaginestories]

Hey:)) can I please request Josuke falling for a very flirty and confident reader with a strong stand and just constantly getting flustered whenever she compliments him ect?

Flirt

Paring: Josuke Higashikata (Part 4) x Fem! Reader Words: 969 Warning: Flirting, some mild language (like a cuss word or 2) Requested By: Anonymous

A/n: Hopefully you enjoy this!

**Gif does not belong to me**

So, was it fun to embarrass the hell out of Josuke? To you, it was. It was actually a hobby of yours. You were sure that the joke will never get old, and made sure that you caught him at the best and worse times too. How did this even start?

Let’s start with how the two of you met. It was a hot day, like any. You were in middle school, recently you just moved to Morioh because of your Mom’s job. You introduced yourself in front of your middle school’s class, and there in the back was Josuke. You were a pretty smart kid, and you had a sharp tongue. So, what did you do when it was lunch time? You made fun of his hairstyle. Boy did that get him pissed.

“So, is it me, or does your hairstyle look like it came straight out of a 1970s rom-com with bad dialogue,” You asked him and leaned on your hand.

This made him snap. “WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HAIR,” He slammed his hand on your desk and growled.

By the end of that day, you and Josuke were fighting at the park. That day, you saw Josuke pop out his stand Crazy Diamond, and realized he was just the same as you. So, when you popped out your stand, (Stand Name), you two duked it out until there was no clear victor.

You sat up from your position on the ground and breathed heavily. “Man, if I knew that you were this strong, I wouldn’t’ve picked a fight, even though you’re pretty tall for a 12-year-old,” You mumbled lazily. You held your hand out to him. “Sorry for saying your hair was stupid.”

He blinked before taking it and standing up straight. “’s fine,” He mumbled.

You grinned. “I’m (Y/n), I just moved here.”

“Josuke,” He nodded in greeting.

“Let’s be friends, yeah?”

He chuckled. “You’re odd, aren’t you?”

“Nope! It’s all about attitude. Can’t make friends just sitting around for no reason, ya know?”

From then on, you two were best friends, almost attached at the hip. You even developed a crush on Josuke, as he did for you, but neither of you would admit your crushes on each other. You, however, decided that it was time that you did something to maybe confess out-right to him. Flirting. It was pretty harmless, at first. Simple compliments like ‘your hair looks good today’ and ‘man that outfit looks good on you’ when you two would just casually be out. You expected him to react like, ‘You think so? Thanks’. What you didn’t expect was him going into a full blush as he became a stuttering mess. Did something switch between the two of you? Or did he just not register that you were just simply complimenting him. That’s when you realized for the next few weeks, every time you complimented him, he would just be a flustered blushing mess. This then became a common thing between the two of you.

Then came today. You, Okuyasu, Koichi, Yukako, and Josuke, were just hanging out at your place. Your parents were out on their ‘weekend getaways’ so you had nothing better to do. You decided to invite your 4 friends and just have a small get together. You had snacks, you bought pizza, and you were ready for movies and party games. Then there was this competition between you and Okuyasu about who would get Josuke flustered first. Yukako and Koichi were judges, because Yukako only had sights for Koichi and Koichi didn’t want to get in trouble about whatever you two were going to do. Okuyasu went first, trying out a tactic about some hot girl magazines before Josuke just made a disgusted face because Okuyasu was pretty much saying everything wrong.

You swiftly went for home plate. You stood behind Josuke as he sat on your couch. You placed your hands on his shoulders, you leaned close to his ear.

“You know Josuke, those clothes look pretty good on you, but I think they’ll look better on my floor, wouldn’t you agree,” You asked. You reached over and traced patterns over his chest.

His cheeks got red as he shot up. “W-WHAT THE HELL (Y/N),” He screeched.

You smirked. “ALRIGHT OKUYASU! 20 BUCKS!!” You held your hand out.

Okuyasu frowned. “I was sure he’d think of hot girls in magazines,” Okuyasu pulled out the money from his pocket.

You winked at Josuke. “Don’t worry, Josuke. I’ll butter you up on a date before you end up in bed with me.” You gasped. “Or maybe you wanna go ahead and go a round in my closet~?”

He gave you a shocked look. “(Y-Y/n)…”

Before Okuyasu handed you your 20 bucks, Josuke swiftly grabbed your hand and pulled you into a closet that was pretty far from where the others were at. You breathed as lips latched onto yours. You suppressed a moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against you. His hands cupped your thighs as you two deepened the kiss greatly. When you pulled away, you stared at him in the dark.

“Wow,” You mumbled.

“Stop flirting with people,” He mumbled. “You know I get embarrassed pretty easily when you do that. Don’t give ‘em the wrong idea.”

You chuckled. “If only you take a hint,” You smirked. “I only flirt in front of you.”

He blinked. “Huh?”

You giggled. “I like you, you ass. I flirt with you and around you to see you get flustered. I’ve been trying to tell you something, yeah?”

“…I’m oblivious, aren’t I?”

“A little, but now that we’re here~?” You tugged on him. “Let’s continue, yeah?”

He chuckled. “You’re going to kill me one day from embarrassment.”

“It should be my job.”

[jojoimaginestories]

Okuyasu Nijimura Headcannons to dating sweet S/O

Paring: Okuyasu Nijimura x Sweet!Fem!Reader Requested By: None

**Gif is not mine**

How is Okuyasu with a Sweet S/O?

Be prepared to be shocked, this man tries SO hard to be some smart guy for you

Like he’s quiet, polite (as much as he can be)

He tries to take you out on dates, buy you gifts, buy you FOOD

The whole works, he’s in love with you 100%

If it weren’t for Josuke, you would be confused most of the time, but very polite to Okuyasu’s gestures

You appreciate that he’s trying to do this for you, but you tell him that you love him being a goofball

“I like it when you goof around and have fun! Don’t change yourself for me.”

He falls harder

Josuke has to call you to make sure that Okuyasu won’t hurt himself for doing something stupid

You are like the first person he’d call if Okuyasu was probably planning on pranking Rohan or worse

If something bad happened, like he got injured, you’d be tending to his needs like no tomorrow

Need food? You got that. Need tissues? Here’s a box.

You just love being there to take care of him, almost going as far as to baby him if he needs it

BOY! Does he think he’s taking advantage of your kindness? Hell yeah he does

But you assure him that you love him and want him to recover swiftly

He’s so grateful that he has you

(Josuke is also grateful because he has another person watching he’s bro’s back)

[jojoimaginestories]

Thank you (Giorno Giovanna)

Thank you

Paring: Giorno Giovanna x Fem! Reader Words: 1699 Warning: Mild Language, Fluff, Protective!Abbacchio a bit, Bruno wants to play matchmaker, kind!Reader, a little bit dark but not EXTREMELY dark Requested By: None

**Gif not mine**

Some people would describe you as a broken soul. You were between this existence and the land of the dead. Some would say you had lost your will to live and were just trying to find someone who would give you that one shred of love you ask for. Some have just assumed you were extra baggage no one claimed. You were nothing, in their terms. Others, however, described you as something differently.

You did things for the kindness of others. They explained that you haven’t found your path and were a bit misguided by others. You were tossed on a beaten path and came out scarred. Well, they weren’t long. Life itself was scarring. It gave people wounds deep within, things that needed to be buried up and held inside.

Despite you being in your mid to late teens, your experience made people think you were in your late 20s. Wait until you tell them your age. Their jaws will drop in an instant. The first person whose jaw didn’t drop was your leader, Bruno Bucciarati.

Bucciarati had found you while you were young and easily influenced, but he knew really why you were the way you were. Years of neglect, searching for something to do, searching for a purpose. He was one of the men in your life that gave some meaning. The second, was Leone Abbacchio. Back in his cop days, he found you searching through a trash can trying to find food and he bought you something to eat. You were very thankful to him. The day you found out he wasn’t a cop anymore, you asked Bucciarati to find him and scout him. That day that Abbacchio joined, you were grateful. You had already met Fugo by that point, then came along Narancia and Mista. You had your own family, and had found a piece of something you had searched for.

The day Giorno Giovanna joined Passione, you felt that he had different intentions than the others. There was something about him that didn’t settle with you, but it couldn’t be that he was bad or anything. He was actually quite nice to you, in fact, he warmed up to you due to how close you both were age-wise. He opened up to you and Bucciarati more. Abbacchio had a thing against him, but the others were fine with him.

“Hey, Brat,” Abbacchio muttered towards you as you looked up to face him.

“Yeah Abba,” You asked innocently.

He ruffled your hair. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for a few days. It’ll just be you, Bruno, and the other brat,” He hummed. “If he does something to you, I’ll fuck him up, alright?”

You blinked. “…Do you mean Giorno?”

He grunted at the sound of his name. “Yeah. I mean him. If he does something, I’ll make him wish he was never born. Alright?”

You slowly nodded. “Don’t threaten him like he’s going to murder me. We’ll be fine, alright? You better come back,” You stood and puffed your cheeks towards him. “Last time, we couldn’t play cards and you promised we would.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be careful.” He ruffled your hair again before walking off.

You watched him and the others depart, wishing them luck and waving bye. You saw Bucciarati turn towards you and Giorno as he nodded.

“I have to go somewhere for a bit as well. I won’t be back until tomorrow, hold down here (Y/n),” He nodded to you, then nodded towards Giorno. “Make sure she doesn’t get in trouble. She does that often.”

“…Not often,” You puffed your cheeks out. “But sometimes…”

“Exactly,” He chuckled and left.

You grabbed your book that you were reading and returned to your sitting position on the couch, leaving Giorno where he stood.

“What’re you reading (Y/n),” Said boy appeared near you as he looked at the book in your hands.

You perked up. “This is a good book! It’s about a knight fighting for a princess against the whole kingdom because she’s betrothed to another. It’s so cheesy, but I like it!” You grinned and looked up at him. “What’re you gonna do, Giorno? You can practically do anything while they’re gone to keep yourself busy.”

He stood up straight. “I might just go on a walk. I’m a bit hungry actually.”

You stood up next to him. You weren’t that short compared to Giorno, but you still had to look up at him. “Then let’s go! I know a place that sells home cooked food~!”

You dragged him along and giggled. His cheeks were a bit flushed.

--

You two spent the day walking around the city. You admired a lot of things, mainly scenery and little snacks you two decided to eat on your adventure. What Giorno did was admire you. You see, ever since he met you, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to you. He thought there was something enchanting about you, something he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to say something to you, but knowing who was there to protect you, Abbacchio would be first to deliver a swift ass-kicking to Giorno for tainting you. Though, really, you were simply an innocent girl just trying to find her path. And he wanted to be there every step of the way when you would soon find your path one day.

“Look, it’s (Y/n),” You both heard. “She looks so happy for once, maybe someone finally wants her.”

“Oh, I doubt it. I heard she’s a prostitute. She sells her body because she can’t find anyone who would want to touch her.”

You froze at the voices. Your happy exterior vanished as your mind became hollow. It was typical to hear things like that at this point, but it didn’t stop your emotions from feeling something from it. Giorno saw your face and thought. He breathed. He cupped your cheeks and made you face him. He pecked your lips gently and pulled away.

“Don’t believe them,” He murmured. “You are the happiest girl I’ve ever seen. Even I know there’s something enchanting about you, and rumors won’t change that.”

Your hollowed eyes returned your emotions as you stared at Giorno’s fiery-green eyes. He pulled away and tugged on your hand.

“Let’s get you some gelato. I want your smile to return.”

You stared at him as the two of you walked. You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around one of his. You stared at him in awe.

“Why’d you just kiss me,” You mumbled.

He blinked as his face got red. He looked away from you and rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I… I just wanted to, okay? Don’t think so much into it,” He murmured.

Your eyes glowed. “Do you like me, Giorno?”

“Of course, I do. Everyone in Passione does.”

“But do you LIKE me? As in, are you in love with me?” You smiled. “Do you?”

“…I may…”

You giggled. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Then I’m in love with you too~!”

He looked at you. “Won’t the others hurt me for confessing my feelings for you?”

You shook your head. “No, just Abbacchio, but if I explained how you defended me, he’ll just reprimand you. I’m pretty sure Bucciarati had nothing planned and wanted us to be by ourselves.”

Giorno blinked in realization that the way Bruno left was a bit too sudden for his liking. “Huh… do you think that clearly?”

“I study people for a living, Giorno,” You winked. “It’s my job to.”

His cheeks flushed a bit as he smiled. “You should tell me more about it.”

“I will when you buy me gelato first~! That way, we can properly enjoy this date.”

--

By the time the others returned, they saw Giorno leaned against you as you were reading. You looked up and waved.

“Did you two fight while were gone? You both look tuckered out,” Mista chuckled.

“Aw, we missed the fun,” Narancia pouted.

“We didn���t fight,” You sighed. “You think so lowly of us,” You pouted.

Abbacchio’s eyes darted between you and Giorno. He glared at him. “Oi, brat, get off of (Y/n),” He muttered and almost kicked him.

You gasped. “Hey, don’t mess with my boyfriend,” You muttered.

They all gave you a shocked expression as Bruno sipped his cappuccino in a recliner. “I told you all leaving them alone was good,” He hummed. “Give me by bets now,” He held his hands up.

Fugo grunted. “You staged it, you know that,” He asked.

“It was just convenient.”

Fugo turned towards you. “Was this forced,” He asked. “I know you rush into things quickly, (Y/n).”

“No, this wasn’t force,” You waved dismissively. “I’m full of genuine feelings. Now seriously, he’s napping Abba, if you kick him, I will kick you.”

“She won’t hesitate either,” Narancia laughed. “She did that once and your headphones almost broke!”

“It was almost scary,” Mista shivered. “That’s why I stay on her good side.” He walked off.

Abbacchio still glared at Giorno. You leaned forward a bit and looked into his eyes. “He saved me from these women calling me out on the street, you know? One called me a prostitute and said that no one loves me. He reminded me that I am loved.” You smiled. “So be nice to him.”

He huffed. “Alright, fine, I won’t kick his ass. But he better watch himself,” He muttered and walked off. “I need a bottle of wine.”

“Thank you Abba!”

Giorno woke up from his nap as he looked up at you. “Why did I hear voices,” He asked quietly.

“The others got back. Bucciarati is now richer, Abba was a bit pissed but he won’t hurt you, Mista and the others are cool with it, and I’m pretty sure Fugo is going to punish Narancia with math. You didn’t miss much,” You winked.

“Huh. You did say that Abbacchio wouldn’t hurt me but reprimand me.”

You nodded sharply. “I’m a smart cookie! He’s just telling you to watch yourself.”

He chuckled. “You’re lively aren’t you? You’re certainly not hollow.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit as you stared at him. You smiled softly. “Thank you, Giorno.”