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[sovereignjojoz]

Distraction

Pairing: smoke/Tomas x reader, I don’t even know if I can tag this Bi-Han x reader because it’s not, but just know Bi-Han has complex ambiguous feelings towards the reader that even I don’t know?????

Summary: The grandmaster disapproves of smokes lover for some reason unbeknownst to them, so he tells them to end it. Two endings.

Warnings: angst but there’s also a separate comforting ending, one mention that reader wears a dress, self-loathing reader in the angst part.

Notes - this was going to be more angsty originally I just couldn’t picture a meaner scenario, because smoke is too nice so I just lessened the angst to something bittersweet (cry) (I want to write something gut wrenching) anyways might write something for syzoth/Bi-han next idk. Requests are always open!!

Bi-Han, the ever stoic Sub-Zero, found himself in an unexpected dilemma, and it was all Tomas’ fault.

Or more specifically your fault.

Recently, Tomas had gotten a lover. Although some may think otherwise the grandmaster was not adverse to such things so long as they didn’t become a distraction.

You were a distraction.

You couldn't be more different from the warriors of their clan. You were like a breath of warmth in the icy corridors of the Lin Kuei compound, bubbly, kind-hearted, and devoid of combat prowess, you stood out like a flower in a field of snow.

While smoke was smitten with your gentle nature and somewhat naivety, Bi-Han couldn't shake off his disapproval.

Your unfiltered presence felt like a disruption to the disciplined order of their lives, a stark contrast to the solemn silence that usually enveloped the Lin Kuei.

Even now he could hear Tomas trying to hush up the sound of muffled laughter and giggles from the other side of the compound, was a place of komat and violence really a place for laughter to make home?

The grandmaster often tried to keep his distance as a result hoping that the incompatibility of you in their lifestyle would become increasingly clear, yet it had been months and it seemed as though you had no intention to leave Tomas’ side.

He didn’t understand what Tomas saw in you, of course your exterior beauty was clear to all (although Tomas wasn’t one to judge on appearance alone) but you were a non fighter. Bi-Han likened your presence to a fragile glass sculpture delicately balanced on the edge of a precipice, it was as though you needed a box to protect you from the harshness of the compound as it seemed as though a mere wispre could shatter your delicacy - and they were never one for whispering.

Perhaps Tomas could be considered the box you sought out, a sanctuary where you could retreat from the harshness of the world and cocoon yourself in layers of protection, so not to mar your fragile heart.

Yet was Tomas considered capable? Many occasions he’d returned home bloodied and bruised, wracking your heart with grief where you should have been finding solace. Sniffles and sobs lined the walls of the corridors while smoke tried his best to be comforting. He knew how this song and dance played out, a few forlorn touches whilst being patched up then the distress would cease (and in its place came the sound of affection).

Such a cycle will be futile for the one who is considered soft hearted, would it not? With enough pressure even resilience can shatter.

He supposed that was the good thing with his younger brother, he never put pressure on you which is why you were always able to be somewhat resilient and converse freely with him.

He was a firsthand witness to this many times and coincidentally one of those many times he overheard you two freely conversing was currently taking place.

“Tomas please don’t,” you begged loudly, and pouted willing him to look you in the eye.

When it came to many things Tomas was strong willed, but you were his one exception, you’d leave him inexplicably weak “pretty, you know I have to, water is quite literally gushing out of the chamber you stay in.” He countered as he pulled you along behind him.

You made a dismissive gesture with your hand, “But you know that is no issue to me, in fact it will just be like sleeping on a water bed.”

Tomas chuckled heartily, “you’re funny you know baby. Okay then it’s not an issue with you but it is an issue with me, can’t have you getting sick.”

You tried to hold him in place by hugging him, “my immune systems is top notch you know!” But he just threw you over his shoulder with ease and continued walking. “Besides can’t I just sleep with you?”

He felt your smaller fists pound on his back urging him to let you down, it was akin to a marshmallow pounding on wood. “You know I would love that but the grandmaster forbid us from sharing a room because of last time.”

You rested your face on his head sighing, “it was your fault, you were the one who squealed.”

He pinched your hip lightly, although it was enough to make you involuntarily yelp. “Let’s not forget who bit me.”

“Hey you knowingly signed up for that when we started dating.”

He flashed you a smile as he threw you down on the couch and brought out an imaginary key to lock you up with.

You gasped betrayed, “I know I know, ‘m sorry! I didn’t want to have to resort to this but your presence is too captivating, just give me three minutes my angel then I’m all yours.”

You relented beckoning him to go on so you could brood whilst you waited for him, the grand master watched this whole debacle go down and decided to make his presence known.

His presence startled you leading you to jump up upon his entrance, “good evening grandmaster.” You palmed at your dress in a state of nervousness.

The tall male eyed you up and down, “where is Tomas.”

“Smokey-” a disapproving frown crept onto his face, you cleared your throat, uncomfortable, “Tomas just left.”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed. “Yes that is evident, to where.”

You bit your bottom lip “he, um, went to the bedroom to fix a broken tap.”

His eyes flickered to you, a harsh glare almost making you want to flinch, “everything in the lin kuei compound is made to perfection, how did it break.”

You took a couple steps back as his proximity slightly intimidated you, “we shared a bath together a-and I must have splashed around to much, I’m really sorry grandmaster please don’t blame smok-”

“Enough.” His glare was enough to silence your nervous rambling. “Sit. I’m going to speak to Tomas, do not disturb us.”

It seemed as though you wanted to say something but you held yourself back deciding to sit down like he instructed you (good choice).

When Tomas heard footsteps approaching he initially thought nothing of it, thinking you had tired of being by your lonesome and wanted his attention again.

Then he heard the heaviness to the footsteps, those weren’t your delicate footsteps.

He used his vestment to wipe the sweat off his brow before answering the door.

“Grandmaster.” Tomas greeted.

Bi-Jan forced his own entry into the room, locking the door behind them, tension hanging thick in the air.

Smoke tried to read his expression his but it was unreadable, although it seemed like a form of inevitable confrontation was about to occur based on the face he was currently making.

“Is there anything-?”

“You are becoming reckless Tomas.”

Smoke furrowed his brows in confusion, he had no idea what the grandmaster was referring to. “What?”

“You broke a tap.”

Tomas rubbed his nape sheepishly, “technically you could say that, but I’ve already fixed it.”

Bi-han stepped closer to smoke, “It is beyond unacceptable.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Do we tolerate mistakes?”

Smoke had a lingering suspicion this issue ran deeper than the tap, of course Bi-Han would be displeased about his broken tap however he seemed to snappy for the issue to just be about the tap.

“We don’t but [name] didn’t mean to-?”

“Answer.”

“No?”

“Yet irregardless of that you did not show up to morning training.” A look of recognition flashed across smokes face, “as your grandmaster that will not be tolerated. You must end your relationship with [name].”

A look of disbelief overcame Tomas’ face. “What? Where is this coming from, why would I do that?” He asked, hurt seeped in his voice.

Bi-Han pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, “[name] is a distraction and a liability, if [name] were here now your focus would slip and you would struggle to focus on anything else evidently shown by the way you missed morning training.”

“That was my own decision.” Tomas answered defending you from Bi-Hans criticism, “[name] only asked if I would join, I was the one who said yes full well knowing about the training. If anyone is to blame it’s me.”

“It doesn’t matter Tomas. The fact you even said yes proves how far gone you are. [name] is not a warrior nor a medic but a weakness, an attachment to you that makes you vulnerable and puts us all at risk.”

Tomas’ jaw clenched in frustration, “Grandmaster please excuse me but you have no right to judge. You do not understand what you are talking about, [name] is not my weakness.”

“You are being selfish in your pursuits Tomas. Perhaps if she were a warrior there would be room negotiate but someone so tenuous is pitiful.”

“Then forgive me for being selfish grandmaster but I will not relent.” Tomas turned sharply on his heel to exit the room.

Angsty ending

“You will. If you dare to disobey me then take your stuff with you because you will no longer reside here.”

Tomas stopped in his tracks, his hand shakily hovering over the door knob.

He knew he had no more room to argue but he wanted to, more so than ever since it was a battle between his head and his heart.

Tomas threw his head back, exhaling angrily through his nostrils, then he pulled opened the door brashly and stormed out.

He rubbed his hand over his eyes, cursing under his breath.

“Smokey?” He saw your head appear into his view from around the corner, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” You wrapped your arms tightly around his middle hoping to comfort him, “you seem tense?”

Smoke said nothing and just pulled you close with a desperate longing that was almost too tight. There's a sense of safety in the closeness as your breaths synchronise with his. You frowned pitifully and pulled his head down to your shoulder, gently caressing his hair.

“It’s okay.” You kissed his cheek.

“It’s not.”

“You can tell me what’s the matter?”

He lifted his head up trying to maintain his composed mask, “Bi-Han wants us to break up.”

Your shock lead your grip to loosen on him however he reacted quickly putting it back where it once was.

“Oh.”

He ran a hand through his ashen hair, “don’t worry, we’re not breaking up I’ll just deal with the consequences.” He spoke attempting to give you a reassuring smile but it came out more wry.

It was quite hard to process your current emotions but you were trying your best, “what are the consequences?”

“I’m out.”

Shock painted your face, “you can’t do that this is your whole life, you love it here.”

He brought your hand to his face, “I also love you.”

“I know.” You sniffled and tried your best to wipe the unruly tears that slipped out of the corner of your eyes.

You sighed. “He hates me, right? I must have done something again and now he’s had enough of me, it’s all my fault, I-I’m so stupid-!” You hit your head twice before smoke caught your hands and held them together tightly.

“stop it.”

Despite your hands being bound, you got past him and manage to wrap your hands around his blade, “what if I just cut my hair or if I talk less, I’ll change whatever he wants, I’ll study everything and become more proper…I’ll do anything to make him like me more for you-” smoke tuned out the rest of what was being discussed as he felt you trying to pull the blade towards your hair, he knew irrationality was getting to you. You tried your best to overpower him yet you knew it wouldn’t be possible, he was a warrior you were nothing.

The blade flicked out of your hand and made a small gash on your cheek, but the wound stung more from your saline tears than the actual sharpness of the blade.

His thumb wiped the blood and tears off of your soft skin, “it’s okay, you’ll be alright and I don’t care what he think I like you how you are, I never want you to change.”

“Well that would be good if the grandmaster didn’t hate current me that you love. Why does he hate me, he probably has a good reason anyway…All I want is to be with you…nothing else. but I’m not going to hold you back regardless.”

Smoke purses his lips. He had no answer for you, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what the grandmasters peculiarity with you was or where this sudden snap came from, he didn’t want to doubt his grandmaster but he felt like there was more to this so called ‘dislike’ if he could even call it that.

His head was a mess.

“There is no good reason.” He didn’t answer your question, instead he just pulled you close into his embrace.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Tomas.”

“Yeah but still, it’s not fair. You shouldn’t doubt yourself like this thinking it’s your fault and our relationship shouldn’t be ending. Period. I should be able to do something but…If only things could have been different.” Or the grandmaster could have understood instead of being an arrogant ‘know-it-all’, “then…” the words died out on his tongue.

Your lips sadly turned upwards as you stroked his cheek, “but they’re not so there’s no time for lamenting, so I guess this is goodbye Smokey.”

As you took your hand away from his cheek he immediately felt the loss of warmth, replaced with a coolness he didn’t think he’d ever be forced to get used to.

But at least his heart was ignited one last time seeing you smile, even if it was in sadness and not long lasting, it would be a while before he let that smoke fizzle out.

“Goodbye sweetheart.”

Comforting ending

Before you were even aware of what was happening to you, a tug of your hand was pulling you forward leaving you stumbling to catch up with your feet.

“Tomas? Where are we going?”

He continued walking at a brisk pace, not stopping till you were outside the compound, “just for a walk, need to let some steam off.”

“You need to cool off some smoke?” You joked laughing at your pun.

That managed to crack a small smile from him, “and Bi-Han wants this to end,” he muttered under his breath.

You tilted your head at him in a curious manner, “what?”

He stopped beneath a tree, decorated with soft glistening snow on top of the wooden branches. He tuned towards you and squished your cheeks together before giving you a soft kiss. “Don’t worry.”

“Okay!”

You couldn’t figure out what it was but he was heavily concentrated on something in the distance right now, his face was clouded by a far a way look till he abruptly turned to face you. “Hey, do you want to get married?”

You gasped surprised, “really? You’d marry me!”

Smoke grinned enthusiastically, “would I? Of course I would!”

You jumped on him to excited to contain yourself making him stumble backwards before he steadied himself and you, “okay! It would probably only take me like two days to find a dress and we could just go down and sign the documents unless you wanted to have a big official thing but I’m not sure how that would-”

He pinched your lips while laughing to silence your rambling, “how about now?”

“But we have nothing I-!”

He cut you off once more, “we don’t need anything, just us, it will make it special! sure it will be informal but only us two will get it!”

“Here look,” he grabbed your smaller hands in his larger coarse hands, “[name], may I be forever yours.”

“Yes, you may Tomas.”

He grinned and pulled his face towards you, giving you a tender and lasting smooch. “Now we’re married!”

“You hit him lightly on his shoulder, “you were meant to wait for me to repeat it!”

He pulled you down to the floor, making you sit on his lap, “M sorry, ‘m sorry! I couldn’t wait.”

You sighed content, laying your head on top of his muscular shoulder, “it’s okay, you have forever to make it up to me.”

His lips curled upwards as he rested his head on top of yours.

Yeah, forever sounds nice.

[sovereignjojoz]

Bliss and Misery

Dad!Jason Todd x Fem!Mom!Reader || Angst; Hurt/No Comfort || Word Count: 1,643

Warnings: dead dove.

i know how much you guys love my domestic!jason fics :3 so here's this one that's been bouncing around in my mind:

The morning sun stretched its fingers, slowly finding its way centimetre by centimetre in order to reach into the small apartment bedroom. The soft warmth spread over Jason's face, giving him a slow and subtle wake-up call.

Jason almost doesn't want to wake up. The plush covers are pulled up to his shoulders. One arm lays over his stomach, resting against the cotton fabric. The other stuffed underneath the pillow, beside his head. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, but he can feel your presence beside him.

Slowly, he blinks, adjusting to the daylight. He pulls his hand out from under the pillow and runs it across his face. He vaguely remembered something about needing to be up for something. Something about helping Dick with something or another.

He turned his head to the left and all possible worries about sleeping vanished when his eyes found you.

Jason couldn't help but smile. The sight of his girl curled up in the sheets beside him making him feel warmer than the sun ever could. You looked as completely at peace as he felt in the moment. The sunlight stretched over you, as well, illuminating every feature of yours. All of which he loved without a second thought.

Loved as if it was second nature.

As if it was breathing itself.

Here, with the comforter pulled up to your chin, face squished against the pillow, and a small pile of dried drool forming on it, you were safe. He was safe.

You were safe and he was safe and this was everything he had ever wanted to give you.

Peace. Safety. Comfortability.

Love.

He takes the hand resting across his stomach and reaches out to you. There was a stray lock that had fallen out of place. He wanted to fix it for you before it could wake you out of annoyance.

Then he heard the quick padding of feet coming down the hallway.

It filters in through the bedroom door, left open a crack, getting louder with each little slap of a bare foot rushing down the hall. Jason smiles at the sound.

Obviously, he's not the only one awake.

From where he's laying, Jason can only see the top of the door. He listens as the padding feet stop right outside of it, before it begins to slowly creak open. Jason pushes up onto his elbows to get a better look.

There's a small face poking their head around the door, a curious look on their face as they peer up at the bed, trying to determine if their parents are awake. As soon as Jason's head comes up into their view, a large, bright, slightly toothy smile spreads across their whole face.

Jason holds a finger to his lips as your shared toddler pushes the door open the rest of the way. Luckily, it doesn't bang loud enough to wake you up.

"Come to my side," Jason whispers.

The sound of quick padding feet picks up again. Jason lays his head back against his pillow. He gets a second more of peace before there's a small head, covered with dense, black curls, that's appearing next to him, barely visible over the edge of the bed. Next, there's tiny hands. They're reaching up and gripping at the blanket, attempting to pull themself up, only to no avail.

Jason turns and reaches down. He lifts them up with no effort, sitting them onto his chest. His voice is groggy, still full of sleep, as he whispers "Hiya, baby."

A fit of giggles rings throughout the room. His baby leans forward. Two hands settle on either side of Jason's cheeks. His baby grins at him still, two eyes staring into his own, matching ones, and matches his whisper, "Daddy."

Jason chuckles to himself. He gently grabs his toddler's hands, pressing kisses and pretending to nibble on the little, pudgy fingers.

Another round of giggles sound out, a bit louder than before.

You shuffle in your sleep, a small puff of air leaving your lips. The movement grabs the attention of both your baby and your husband.

Your baby flops down, suddenly, off of Jason's chest. They land between you two, on the mattress. One pudgy hand is pushing themself up, the other reaching out to your face, instead. Their whispering voice calls out, "Mommy!"

Jason turns onto his side, facing you, and pulls them back. He gently holds them to his chest with an arm around them, “Shhh," He whispers into their ear, "Mommy’s sleeping.”

"Mommy s'eeping.”

Jason laughs quietly smiling as their baby looks back up at him with that same, bright grin. They look up at him with your eyes, before looking back at you.

...

Your eyes?

Jason shuffles lower in the bed, putting his face next to his baby’s. All four of their eyes are focused on you.

“Isn’t she so pretty?" He whispers, "Look at how pretty Mommy is.”

You look so peaceful. So cozy. So beautiful. With the blanket wrapped around you, your limbs comfortably spread out. Your entire life right in front of you, yet you were blissfully unaware.

“Pretty,” Their baby whispers.

Jason grins, patting their stomach, “Yes. She’s very pretty isn’t she?” Jason lets go of their baby, “Go wake her up.”

Their baby squeals out a fit of giggles again. They immediately crawl forward between the small space. Their hands come down quick, making Jason flinch in preparation for the accidental blow, but they land gently on your face. Their lips come down to messily kiss your closed eyelid.

“Mommy,” they whisper loudly.

You let out a small groan. Your baby grins, gently patting your cheek. You peer one eye open, "What is it?"

Jason grins wide, his hand coming over to smooth over your upper arm through the blanket, “The wake up call came in.”

Their baby sat back on the mattress as you lifted your head, “So you were the first victim," your eyes squinted at the morning light coming in through the window behind Jason, "and you just let ‘em continue their rampage?”

Their baby scoots down to lay between their parents, their face level between theirs, still smiling and happy as could be.

“I was already awake,” Jason smiles, “I let you have five more minutes before the attack began.”

You hum, closing your eyes again, "What a gentleman."

“Mommmmy,” your baby dragged out the word, their little hand reaching out and touching your cheek.

You hum and peak an eye open again, “I’m awake, darling.”

Jason chuckles and leans over, “You better be. We’ve obviously slept in enough according to the little one."

You let out a small laugh. He presses a light kiss to your lips.

A small squeal sounds.

Jason looks down at the look of betrayal on their toddler’s face. Their little hands raise up in question. It makes him laugh wholeheartedly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he leans back down to the toddler instead. You're laughing with him, “Are you feeling left out?”

Jason kisses their cheek. You lean in and kiss their other cheek.

Jason looks back at you, a warm smile on his face. He begins to reach his hand out to cup your face.

His phone starts to ring.

He frowns. You aren't reacting. Neither is your toddler.

His hand hits the pillow where your head should be.

The sheets are cold.

The room is dark. It’s the middle of the night.

There’s no one in front of him. It’s just him in his empty, cold, uncomfortable bed.

There's no warmth. No sunlight. No comfortable blanket. No padding little feet.

No you.

He sits up, throwing his feet over the side of the bed, tossing the covers off of himself. He rubs a hand over his face. One glance at his phone shows that it’s Dick calling. No chance he’s picking up.

Not now.

Jason holds his head in his hands.

Why did he ever break up with you?

To protect you from himself, of course. All he had wanted to give you.

Peace. Safety. Comfortability.

and...

Love.

The phone stopped ringing. A moment later, it started up again.

His life is dangerous. He was dragging you down. You were better off without him. You had the chance to choose a different path than he had.

A path that lowered your chance of sudden death just by association.

But… if that’s the life that he could’ve had with you… a life he hadn’t fully considered himself ever being able to have…

God.

Why did he ever leave?

The sight of that little smile, held in his arms, lit up by the morning light, made his stomach churn so violently he almost darted to the bathroom.

What would their name have been? He didn't know the gender in the dream.

He would have let you name them. He was never good with names.

He thought back on their eyes. He would have wanted them to have your eyes. He would have wanted them to have every single one of your features. It was always easier to those who were as gorgeous as you. Even if you rarely believed him when he tried to convince you that you are.

The phone stopped ringing again.

A text came through. You promised.

Yeah, The image of you laying in the bed, your toddler laying beside you, both smiling up at him, flashed through Jason's mind, I did promise her, didn't I?

Jason lifts his head, shaking it a little to clear his thoughts.

He had made his bed, and now he was laying in it. And it wasn't the one that had you and your shared child in it.

He picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and redialed.

He ignored the tears still falling down his face.

And the sight of your contact that was still favourited.

my bad guys I was in a mood...

[sovereignjojoz]

Jumping into Bucci gang’s arms (sequel to Bucci gang carrying? Kinda????)

Pairings: Bruno x reader, Fugo x reader, mista x reader, Abbacchio x reader

Warnings: Bizarrely short?

Bruno Bucciarati

don’t even worry, rest assured 99% of the time this man will catch you.

The 1% is for times where such actions are not appropriate.

He’s lean, tall, and muscular, meaning he most likely won’t stagger back or anything even if you jump into his arms with such force.

Doesn’t love nor hate it but he thinks it’s cute.

Particularly enjoys it when you’ve spent time away from each other or when you just want to be extra affectionate.

Thinks it’s cute when you throw your arms around his neck and jump into his arms.

Pannacotta Fugo

When you said “Fugo, catch me.” He didn’t take it literally, he shrugged thinking you were bluffing about jumping into his arms from such a steep height.

So when you actually did it, he reflexively stepped to the side.

And alas you crashed into the cold hard floor, you literally watched him realise his mistake in real time and grasp for air.

“[name], I’m so sorry! I thought you were kidding but more importantly your stupidity actually astounding.” He huffs.

If you’re an easy crier he’ll cup your cheeks and wipe your tears.

Will make it up to you by offering a SAFER repeat.

Leone Abbacchio

Oh my gosh

He already “hates” carrying you

And now you want to jump into his arms too…you are such a hinderance.

Leech onto him like a koala.

He probably will catch you honestly, but then drop you after.

Then he’ll snigger at your incredulous expression.

Mista

just for the lolz he’ll let you fall.

Then he’ll laugh at you as you look up at him from the floor, he might even take a picture too.

The pistols (not number 5 but especially number 3) may join in his laughter.

“Sorry babe, the opportunity was just too good.”

After though, he’ll pick you up and kiss your face after, you won’t be able to get out of his arms.

[sovereignjojoz]

Syzoth vs human pregnancy

Summary: he’s dealt with zaterran pregnancy so how will he fare with human, it shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Notes - this is my first time writing for syzoth so I hope it’s okay still getting used to his character!! Also some things could be wrong with the “zaterran” aspects I mostly based it on reptiles because “reptile” lol.

There was a certain human idiom that syzoth had found appreciation for recently, “get a second bite at the cherry”, as luck would have it he had been blessed with a second chance at fatherhood yet contrary to his first partner his second partner was human, leaving a lot of ambiguity surrounding the baby.

Each day that passed his mind was plagued with wether the baby would take more of the human aspects similar to you and his human form or aspects of his zaterran form, or perhaps even a combination of both! Irregardless of how the baby looked he’d still love them with his whole heart, it was just harmless curiosity.

As he had already had experience in catering to his zaterran wife’s need so he was confident he’d be able to cater to your needs during this time, he presumed zaterran and human pregnancy had many similarities.

Immediately he started preparing some of the minor things such as reducing the temperature down to the coldest setting and moving around the furniture for when his young hatched, since that wouldn’t be a long time from the present it was better to get the hassle out of the way now rather than when it’s too late.

The change stuck out like a sore thumb, the cool draft instantly hit your skin causing goosebumps to flare up on your skin while majority of your furniture was seemingly gone.

The sole item that remained in the living room was the couch, which your boyfriend was currently lounging on. You quickly made you way over to him and plopped down on his lap, giving him a small but sweet little kiss.

He used one hand to pull himself back so he was in an upwards position against the chair cushion so you were in a more comfortable position.

You smiled at him and put his hand to rest on your stomach, his touch was extremely calming.

“You changed some things around in here?” You asked snuggling up to his muscular form.

He stroked your slightly protruding stomach, “yes, I thought it was a necessity to make things easier as the babies will be here soon.”

You supposed he was right, time would move rather quickly so it would be better to be prepared.

“I suppose so, but soon is rather early don’t you think?” You questioned.

He raised a brow at you, innocently intrigued, “whatever do you mean my love? There is merely twenty days left before our babies are born, I’d even go as far as saying we were almost pushing it.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “syz, what do you mean there’s only twenty days left? I’m only like 9 weeks along?”

He nodded, “exactly, that is almost full term, correct?”

You opened your mouth to speak before closing it once more, thinking on his customs. “No…?” You said tentatively, “a human pregnancy lasts 9 months syzoth.”

His viridescent eyes widened as curiosity painted his face, “oh really? How interesting.”

“How long do Zaterran pregnancies last?”

“The babies are usually born after sixty days, it is honestly not a long process which is why learning of this lengthy time has left me speechless.” He rubbed his short hair as he thought about the complexity that came with humanity.

You squished his cheek, “wow, that’s amazing but can I ask you something?”

“Of course my sweetheart.”

You continue stroking the soft flesh of his cheek, “why do you keep saying babies, plural, instead of baby?”

He kissed the inside of your palm, “because it is natural? It is common to have up to 10 kids at once within my species, that’s why the furniture was moved so there will be space for the babies are born.”

Your jaw hung agape, “t-ten?” You cleared your throat, “Zaterran woman are strong, however I think we’re only having one child.”

“No I assure you that we are having more than one child.” He ruffled your hair and smiled as if he was bemused by your naivety.

You arched your brow, “well how many do you think?”

“Perhaps three, or four, or maybe even five-” before he could even finish his sentence your hand was on his mouth preventing him from speaking, five kids wasn’t something you wanted spoken into existence.

“On that note, I’m going to bed.” Syzoth nodded and released your hand so you could get up from his embrace, “are you coming?”

His soft lips placed a tender kiss on your own while you lingered at the doorway waiting for his answer, “I will be in bed shortly.”

You nodded then went to tuck yourself in.

But even though four hours had passed, there was still something missing…something besides you to be specific. And why was it so cold.

Quickly, you grabbed the fluffy pink blanket that laid atop of the bed and wrapped it tightly around your shivering frame. Normally you wouldn’t have to worry about such things as even though he was cold blooded syzoth provided an abnormal amount of warmth yet when you reached beside you for him all you felt was the untouched side of where he usually lay.

You shuffled out the bedroom with a small nightlight in your hand in sought of where your boyfriend could possibly be.

“Syz?” You peered from around the corner into the nursery, shivering with each step you took.

The taller male groggily rose up from the small confines of a plush stool he’d tucked himself onto.

“[name]?”

Honestly you had so much to say yet nothing at all at the same time, “I- what are you doing in that,” you made a gesture with your hands “tiny space, and why is it so cold?”

Syzoth rubbed his hands into his eyes, groaning a little as he stretched his lithe limbs. “I thought you would feel more comfortable.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his calloused hand, attempting to drag him back to bed however he broke your hold before you could even take two steps further.

He knew by the quizzical look on your face you were slightly confused about his actions, “I understand you might miss my presence, I miss yours tenfold, but it is probably for the best that we sleep separately.”

“Why though, it’s cold?”

He seemed hesitant to answer, “well isn’t it common knowledge that pregnancy makes people aggressive, my zetattan wife tried to kill me when she was pregnant with our son so I thought this would be easier? And my mother always used to tell me that coolness is good for a strong baby and the mother? Have I presumed wrong?”

You giggled and cupped his cheeks, “you’re so cute and thoughtful y’know but I want you in the bed.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe sometimes I’ll have mood swings but I’m not going to eat you.” You glanced him once over, “well unless…”

He chuckled at that and pinched your cheek lightly, “let’s just go back to bed, I now understand zetarran customs are different from earth realm, but there’s plenty of time for me to learn.”

“Exactly.”

He extended his hand out for you to grasp, “wait actually now it’s been mentioned I am kinda hungry.”

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“Yeah!! I’d especially love to try a bowl of those insects you eat with milk and cookies right now. Ooo! Like some sort of sprinkled garnish!”

Nevermind, perhaps he’d never understand the complex ways of earth realm.

[sovereignjojoz]

A Fear of Stands // Ver 1 - Bucciarati x Reader

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N]

(A bit of a weird scenario but imagine if YOU could suddenly see some of those things irl)

Despite Bruno's caring and collected nature, you couldn't help but be intimidated by his stand. You had seen Sticky Fingers in action many times from afar, during fights and sometimes on the average day as Bruno carried out his duties as Capo. Somehow you had managed to keep your distance until now. Having just been taken into the protection of the gang, and having barely awakened your own stand ability, you tried not to test the others. Despite your curiosity as to what it's like being able to walk through walls, you decided to stay away from the cunning stand.

You're enjoying lunch at the restaurant the team frequents when Bruno enters the dining area in a hurry. "Y/N, come with me, quickly. I have some important information to share with the others. It'll be faster if we use Sticky Fingers to help us travel and gather everyone." He brings out his Stand and opens a zipper in the wall, motioning for you to follow him. You hesitate, looking at him nervously without a word.

"Don't worry, I'll cover the bill. The others are out at lunch too and I'm sure they won't be happy. We can all come back for dinner after this business is finished."

"That's not…" You stand from your seat, feeling guilty for holding Bucciarati up but unable to take another step. Your body feels frozen as you look back and forth between Bucciarati and the Stand.

"Y/N? What's the matter?" Bucciarati steps toward you, his stand following right behind. You shift back, frightened at the thought of making the leap into the zipper for the first time. The idea of what Sticky Fingers could do to you if you let Bucciarati down is even more discomforting.

Bruno stops and lowers his voice, watching you carefully as he retracts his Stand. "Y/N, if something is wrong you need to tell me. That's my duty."

You glance around before shifting your eyes to the ground. "I'm… Scared, Bucciarati…"

Bruno stares at you with a confused yet concerned expression, stepping closer. "What are you scared of? Were you attacked before I arrived?"

"No no! It's not an enemy stand I'm afraid of- Well… it's all Stands… even yours…"

"Hm…" Bucciarati retracts his Stand. "It must be hard, getting caught up in all this, being thrown right into a world of Stand users when you've barely harnessed your own…" Bucciarati crouches to your level and reaches out his hand. "Let me help you, Y/N. Take my hand, and I'll show you there's nothing to fear."

You blush, taking Bruno's hand in yours as his light blue eyes meet yours with an understanding gaze. He pulls you close to his body, holding you protectively. Before you have time to react you feel a second pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and a firm chest pressing against your back. You turn your head and come face-to-face with Sticky Fingers. You gasp and tense up, but the two tighten their hold on you and hush you.

"You're safe. Stands are merely an extension of oneself. And I would never harm you."

Shivers fly down your spine. You take a rocky breath, overwhelmed with relief as you enjoy the warm, secure feeling of being sandwiched between Bruno and the Stand. Sticky Fingers runs its strong hands slowly along your back and shoulders, Bruno holding you comfortingly all the while. After a few long moments, Bruno pulls away and opens another zipper in the wall behind him.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" he asks with a reassuring smile. You nod.

"Good, now hold on tight!"

Bruno lifts you up bridal-style, grabbing onto the zipper as though it were a zipline and speeding through the space within. You close your eyes tight at first, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Eventually you take a peek at the "zipper dimension" around you, finding it almost mesmerizing and not quite as scary as you initially thought. You glance up at Bruno, a determined expression on his face. "We're almost there. If I recall, the others are at a new restaurant nearby. I hope they don't mind us crashing their lunch." You both chuckle before Bruno slows down and pulls himself up and out of the zipper, setting you down on the stone ground behind what must be the restaurant. He helps you stand up and smiles. "I hope you enjoyed the ride." Sticky Fingers takes your hand, sweeping you up and twirling you straight into Bucciarati's arms before disappearing. You gaze into his eyes and find an expression you aren't used to seeing from the composed leader.

"I know you'll unlock the full capabilities of your Stand soon and learn to face them bravely. Until then, and after… I promise I'll protect you." He kisses your cheek before starting into the restaurant.

[sovereignjojoz]

hi! i really enjoyed your headcanons about the Bucci gang and reader with a scary but nice Stand. would it be okay if i request that same thing for Josuke, Okuyasu, Rohan, and Jotaro? :D

Scary but sweet stand: part 4 edition.

Pairings: Josuke x reader, Okuyasu x reader, Rohan x reader + Jotaro x reader

Notes - I’m so sorry this request took so long anon! I’ve had writers block for a while. Hope you like it🤍

Higashikata Josuke

He jumped back and covered his eyes, your stand literally looked like something out of his nightmares.

Unfiltered, he blurted out, “the heck is that thing!”

If you become saddened by his reaction, he immediately changes his tune and puts on a lopsided grin (as best he can), he doesn’t wanna make his s/o sad.

But even so for the first few times he meets your stand he’s going to keep his distance until he gets over his wariness.

But believe you me once he’s over it there’s no separating him and your stand, like when it hovers over him he’ll become a chatterbox even though the stand can’t verbally response.

“I know! But then you won’t believe what Okuyasu did next, the idiot-”

He might punch someone if they insult your stand.

And I can’t get it out of my head that crazy diamond would love to play fight with your stand all the time.

And chase your stand around too.

Definitely has tried to play fight your stand.

Honestly your stand definitely squished cd’s cheeks in a scolding manner at some point, it’s just obsessed.

Oh, and if it wasn’t obvious before if you ever get injured the first one by your side is cd, ready to heal you.

Nijimura Okuyasu

Initial reaction: run.

He doesn’t mean to! It’s just he’s never seen a stand of the sought and he didn’t know to react so his first reaction was flight.

He definitely ran straight to Josuke’s house and Josuke gave him a look like: wtf is up with you.

After he apologises and depending on how mad you are he might take you to Tonio’s as an apology.

But when he finally warms up to your stand, he really warms up to your stand.

Like almost to the level that they’re inseparable.

He’ll use the hand to erase the distance between you guys if he thinks your too far away.

And he likes to try and scare your stand too to see the reaction it will bring out.

Probably tries to prank it too like by throwing water on it only to get scared after it reacts.

Tried to hug it a ton.

Honestly just a new bestie for him.

Kishibe Rohan

When he first met your stand, he couldn’t really hide his emotions very well.

His throat constricted and he let out a strangled gasp, just taking a long look between you and it.

He really didn’t understand, you were muse like material so what was that! Why did you manifest such a stand.

He doesn’t really sugarcoat so he might be a bit blunt!

He loves you, but not your stand (at first) so when it tries to come into contact with him he’ll dodge.

After a while though he see’s it’s not that bad and best believe if his actions are making you sad he’ll stop his diva-ish act.

He’ll pat it’s head and stuff and say thank you for all the additional acts it does.

I feel like an activity he’d like to do with your stand is clean for some reason, he likes that it’s silent and gets the job done (better than you too, he might even tell ya that!)

He loves drawing you however every one word in a while he might draw your stand too, sometimes when he thinks fondly of it, or to get character inspo since it’s so unique looking.

other times he’ll just leave a drawing around the house of it and notices how your stand jumps for joy.

Overall he does quite like your stand, but he likes you more.

Jotaro Kujo

He grimaces. Hard.

But he tries to keep a straight face and a neutral reaction as best he can, he’s seen weird stands before but yours is something he never would have even thought of.

Star platinum on the other hand mirrors his true expression.

He’s gonna act like your stand doesn’t exist for a good while as a result until your stand starts doing nice little things for him like readjusting his hat.

He’ll still act unbothered however he might give a nod of appreciation.

However one day your stand wasn’t how wrong around him like usual and immediately he noticed something was off.

He supposed he had gotten rather used to your stand assisting him he hadn’t truly approached it’s value.

Definitely see’s that your stands value in battle which makes him come to like it a lot more.

So the next time your stand was there he pat it’s back in an effort to show his appreciation.

Honestly though your stand just looks to star platinum to see his feelings and is quite pleasantly surprised to see they’re mostly positive.

Oh! And your stand most definitely plays catch with star when there’s time.

And probably also plays with it’s hair.

[sovereignjojoz]

Matrimony

Pairing: Illumi Zoldyck x reader

Summary: you miss your husband and find out he’s been thinking of a solution to remedy that.

Warnings: suggestive, minor angst?

Notes - sugar plum pookie bookie babe illumi😘

To live together in matrimony.

That is what was promised.

Matrimony itself was a subjective matter depending on the individual. The typical concept involved two spouses living with one another, engaging in domestic affairs, all normal commodities.

Yet the Zoldyck’s were never a family who valued normality.

Even now, you could hear the hollow creak of the renovated floorboards as the breeze beneath the cracks yearned to break free of the atmosphere of listlessness.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, ever so slight, you wouldn’t had noticed it had you not been brooding. Your feet ran across the cold floor as your night dress skimmed across your legs.

Immediately your hand dashed out towards the silver door handle, a sense of hope ignited in your chest.

You opened the door a centimetre as a dimly lit candle light illuminated the surrounding darkness. “Hello?”

“Good evening missus Zoldyck,” disappointment welled in your chest, of course you had been foolish in believing it might have actually been him. “I have brought the water you requested.”

“Thank you.” You drank a copious amount of the cool liquid, setting the glass back on the polished tray.

She placed the tray down just outside of the room, briefly stepping out of the room to retrieve something. “From Master Zoldyck.” A bouquet of white orchids was placed delicately into your hands. You brought it to your face and inhaled deeply, a soft smile plastering itself on your face. He never sent a card or anything of the sort, however you didn’t mind, you thought it was very illumi.

She pivoted on her heels, pausing at the door, “would you like anything else?”

“No thank you.”

She nodded and lightly closed the door. A sigh slipped past your soft lips as you crawled back onto the king sized bed, letting the splendid silky covers caress your body.

It almost felt like a hug although it lacked any of the warmth of being embraced, just a lingering sense of frigidity. For a moment, you thought of your husband and his embrace too. It was slightly frigid and he was usually cold too, however it was a sensation you could never truly forget. His return the manor was a mystery to you, you often wondered when he’d come back to you. The manor way by no means empty, far from it with all of the household staff and residents; in fact you frequently found yourself playing with his younger siblings of conversing with his father and grandfather.

But there was no company quite like your husband’s. Although his presence was quiet (and somewhat menacing) he treated you well and indulged your every need. You couldn’t deny that you missed h dearly, you were told prior to marrying Illumi of what being married to a Zoldyck entailed but that didn’t mean you couldn’t detest the lack of communication or the time that you barely had together.

But matrimony is subjective and this is how the Zoldyck’s perceive it.

You shifted in bed, turning to face the door as the handle rattled, thinking nothing of it.

Till you saw a slender silhouette silently step into the room. Reflexively, you sprung up and crossed the room, pouncing like a cat on the lithe silhouette sending you toppling downwards.

Your fall was softened by illumi who steadied the both of you by placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re back.” You cupped his face in disbelief, feeling his defined features just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“Mhm.”

“I-“ you could hardly formulate nor properly covey how you felt, all this pent up longing which flowed within your veins burst out as you hugged him tighter. Then you kissed him abundantly: once on his forehead, twice on his cheek and thrice on his lips (or perhaps a little more than thrice).’

“I gather that-” you pecked his lips interrupting him, “you missed me.”

“Dearly.” You admitted. “It’s not the same without you.”

He hummed, letting unspoken words transpire between you.

His nimble fingers played with the sheer fluffy ends of your night gown, “I don’t like it when you leave.”

The slightest curve of his lips could be seen as you puffed out your cheeks, a pout present on your face.

“You know I cannot do anything about that, this is what marrying a Zoldyck entails.”

You caressed just silky smooth hair between your fingers, “I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it…” you grumbled, “I haven’t seen you for two months.”

“Yes. It seems like it’s been a while.”

You squished his cheeks together and mockingly glared at him, hoping your falsified anger would bring out some kind of a reaction; knowing he was teasing you. “That’s an understatement., Lumi”

He surprises you by abruptly standing up, lifting you into his arms and holding you close.

“Illu-?”

“-then we shall have to find a solution for that.” He told you, throwing you onto the bed as he shed his garments then moved till he was hovering above you.

You give him your full attention as curiosity overcomes you. “What are you suggesting.”

Obsidian eyes roam over every crevice of your face as he stared at you with unprecedented earnestness.

He picked your hand up gingerly.

“Perhaps it is time we have an offspring.” He went silent, partially to see your reaction however he was also thinking upon what a baby comprised of both your features would look like. He had found himself thinking about this topic quite often these days, about a baby girl with your beautiful eyes and his luscious hair. That would be nice wouldn’t it?

“Mmm.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Shall I make you a mother then? That way you won’t always be by your lonesome, what do you say?”

[sovereignjojoz]

Crown Prince Dio

Pairings: Prince!Dio x reader.

Summary: being dio’s favourite noble.

Warnings: dio. implied fem reader, slight power imbalance?

Notes - sorry for being gone so long been busy w school! Also I will defs expand on this concept further and make it a big darker in later posts!

Crown Prince Dio, a man of vivality, the sun of the vast empire he ruled over.

In typical Dio fashion, he attained the throne by usurping the previous monarch but despite being the sovereign, he wanted to attain to upmost power available, so till he was coronated the Joestar line were exiled till he was firmly set in his position.

Once coronated, like any monarch, the council had started pressuring him to find a spouse, stressing the important of ensuring the security of the Brando dynasty, however he found all those matters rather tedious…even opting to fall asleep in some of the council meetings, after all, who would dare to disturb the king?

Additionally, he didn’t like to be tethered to one person, shouldn’t everyone be graced with the pleasure to experience all that is prince Dio? Why would he limit himself like that.

So when his loyal advisor, vanilla ice suggested to allow high ranking nobles to stay within the palace (almost like consorts but not fully) and see if there was anyone who piqued his interest, he found himself surprisingly agreeing.

Initially, the Prince had never heard of you. You were low ranking nobility from within the kingdom, with a barely recognisable name, yet what piqued his interest in you was Jojo’s interest in you.

Or more so a large part of the kingdom’s infatuation with you, he had heard rumours circulating of ‘the fairest maiden’ in fact jojo himself even slipped up and said it in his presence.

So how could he not be intrigued.

The fact that the whole kingdom wanted your hand made him desire you solely for himself, he’d sent a letter out requesting your presence at the castle immediately.

It was not a betrothal, he had just been curious, he wanted you to stay with him for a while.

And upon arrival, you did. You didn’t even get your own chambers, your belongings were whisked away from you as you were made to stay in Prince Dio’s chambers, which was a feat no other noble boasted (although part of this was only due to the fact that he wanted to irk Jojo with this news knowing rumours would circulate).

Because you are of a much lower status than him, he orders you to call him Lord Dio, as it gives him a sense of gratification.

But he actually comes to notice that he enjoys your company and you begin to gain a reputation of being “the prince’s favourite noble.”

You even noticed how he treated you differently compared to the others within the palace, gifting you frequently and having outfits tailored to match his.

Or simply being allowed into areas which would normally be restricted and also being invited into his bed chambers the most.

And he was very touchy with you too, you had heard Lord Dio was quite fond of pda, you’d seen him entangled with many other nobles before but becoming the recipient was a whole different thing. He was generous with his kisses, perhaps too generous since he liked to litter them on a variety of different places on your body.

He also carried you in the vast corridor, no matter who was present.

Yet such favour was met with distaste from the other nobles, you found your personal items frequently going missing and was met with the occasional shove or trip every once in a while.

Yet his highness only fuelled these reactions further as he was quite possessive especially in front of the other nobles.

You vividly remember the time when all the seats in the banquet hall were taken up leaving you seatless and as you vacated the room, Lord Dio called you.

“Come here, you have a perfect good seat here.” He gestured to his lap and pulled you down onto it.

He even bit your shoulder, making you squeal. He loved biting but he also liked attention.

Oh dear, you could only but hope this didn’t end badly.

[sovereignjojoz]

How they’d react if their kid told them they have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush.

Featuring: Rohan and Dio.

Warnings: readers position is ambiguous, fluff, crack.

Notes- Dio should’ve had a daughter too idc!!!! All kids are age 4. I had originally written others too but they got DELETED when I put it in my tumblr drafts, so I’ll rewrite them later.

Dio

“Hello father. Hi daddy!”

Dio glanced up from his book upon hearing Giorno and Baby Brando walking into the room. Giorno entered his peripheral vision first as baby Brando held his hand, skipping alongside him.

He closed his book and leaned back in his plush throne, “hello children,” He skimmed the room quickly, “where are your other brothers?”

Giorno shrugged in response to his latter question, “don’t know, I only walk home with her,” he gestured to baby Brando, “since she’s the youngest.”

He hummed.

“And school?”

“It was fine.” Giorno sighed, adjusting baby Brando’s school uniform collar as she smiled up at her coolest big brother, “oh and I’m going to Mista’s house in five minutes.”

Dio raised an eyebrow, “To do what? Why wasn’t I notified prior.”

Giorno clicked his tongue, his father was so nosey. “Just because. It’s not a big deal I go there every week anyway.” Giorno walked to the door, “anyway I’m leaving now, bye.”

Dio scoffed, pre-teens were so sassy, he wished all his kids could just stay at the age where they were cute and docile.

Baby Brando jumped on the couch, shoes still on, and opened the window, hanging out so she could see Giorno.

“Bye Giogio! Love you!”

Baby Brando’s eyes widened as dio lifted her up and placed her on his shoulder.

He held her securely by placing his hand on her back, “Don’t do that.”

Baby Brando smiled toothily at him, “Okay daddy!”

Dio brought her forward, hanging her upside down by her legs, “why are you so happy today stinks?” He eyed her suspicions.

Baby Brando giggled from the weird motion, squirming, causing a heart shaped chocolate to fall out of her school dress pocket.

“Because someone gave me a chocolate today in school!”

Dio’s face contorted into disgusted. What vile vermin was giving confession candy to his daughter? As if he (or her brothers for that matter) would ever allow them near her.

Dio put her down, causing her to look up at him adoringly. “Who?”

“Umm! I dunno his name! Think it started with a j but he said he really really really really loves me and I was like huh really!” She slapped her hands on her cheeks, re-enacting the scene for her father, making sure to capture the full dramatic effect of what happened.

His frown deepened, “Really?”

“Uh huh!”

Dio bent down to his daughter’s eye-level, partially smirking “shall I eat him?” He said with a guise of seriousness.

Baby Brando couldn’t believe he just said that! She covered her mouth with her hands and gasped, “daddy no! That’s bad!”

Dio snickered and lightly pulled on her blonde pigtails, “then no boyfriends.”

“Okay…”

Rohan

“Daddy Daddy!” Baby Rohan kicked her school shoes off and ran into the mangaka’s study.

His eyes flickered to the green haired girl, “Hm.”

“Look!” She came to stand in-between his legs and proudly held up a colourful piece of paper, a little bit too close to his face. “That’s me, and that’s you and that’s the cat and that’s mama!”

Rohan put his pen down and examined the drawing slightly closer, in actuality it was all scribbles yet even so he’d be framing it in his study.

“Wow, very good.” He pulled her to sit on his lap so he could resume his work, “when did you make this.”

“Today, at Josuke’s house…” she blushed.

Rohan clicked his tongue, yes, he had to send his sweet girl to that imbecile’s house yet it wasn’t of his own will, he had an important deadline coming up and his partner was at work, to say he was very reluctant to let Josuke babysit would be an underst- wait. Rohan closed his eyes, he had to have been seeing incorrectly because there’s no way he saw what he thinks he just saw.

Did baby Rohan just blush at Josuke’s name?

“Did you have fun at…Josuke’s.” He tested.

“Yes!” Baby Rohan nodded vigorously, “he’s so cool and fun!” She added, her flush deepening.

No way. Rohan’s mouth hung agape in disbelief as he pulled Baby Rohan closer to him. What did he do!

“Um daddy are you okay?” Baby Rohan asked concerned, poking his cheek.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He was so done with Josuke, when he next see him he ought to-

Ding dong.

Still irritated, Rohan dragged himself to the door, who could have even been at the door this time, it was almost 9pm!

“Hey Rohan I-”

Slam!

“Jojo!” Baby Rohan gasped, “Daddy open the door don’t be mean!”

Rohan opened the door the tiniest milli-fraction, “what.” He glared at the young jojo.

“Hi jojo!”

“Hi!” He reached to pinch the young girls cheek however Rohan was faster. He put up a finger warning him.

“Don’t.” He grit his teeth, “you know what Josuke. Take five steps back and maintain this distance.

Josuke looked befuddled but did as told anyway, “umm okay?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “anyway I left my wallet here the other day can I just-”

“Don’t take a single step in here.” He couldn’t come in and contaminate the house.

“I can get it!” Baby Rohan beamed.

“No.”

Rohan brashly grabbed the wallet and chucked it towards him. “Next time be more aware.”

“Thanks-!”

Slam!

[sovereignjojoz]

Mista with an affectionate rich girlfriend! reader!!!

Pairings: Mista x fem reader

Warnings: reader is kinda spoilt but sweet, maybe even a bit ditzy.

Notes-as soon as this popped into my head I had to write it idek?!&@)&?£&&/

<3thinking about Mista with a spoilt but sweet rich little girlfriend who just spoils him rotten and buys him all these gifts and jewellery :((

<3and like when the gang meet you they fully understand because you're (one of Mista's many types) to a T. Like you're dressed from head to toe in an elegant co-ordinated outfit, with high heels and expensive shades on, because you wanted to make a good impression, and you're just there clinging to Mista like "hi🥰!!, I'm Mista's girlfriend!"

<3you literally just cling to him the whole time too, kissing him casually and leaving some of your lipstick shade on his lips, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, re-adjusting his hat, he loves it.

<3and he knows how much effort you put in today since you wanted to make a good impression on his friends, you even dragged him shopping just to buy a new outfit for this occasion since you were slightly worried of what they’d think, so he made sure to tell you how good you look murmuring comments like “you look so pretty baby.”

<3you can’t help but cuddle him and kiss him all over.

<3the others were so curious and couldn’t help but ask how the two of you met and you obliged telling them how you saw him walk into your favourite boutique and he was just so cute you had to make him your boyfriend, so you begged him for a date and at first he said no (he didn’t wanna put a pretty girl in danger due to his occupation) but at your disappointment he changed his mind and gave you his number causing you to squeal.

<3cue Mista blushing slightly as you reminisce.

<3he finds himself drowned in jewellery and expensive glasses and stuff just because you see something that you think would look nice on him and just MUST buy it for him, and it’s fine since your dad is like the top surgeon or something so it’s not even a dent in your pocket. He’s so flattered.

<3sometimes he’ll just here a ping, or see a notification saying: [name] sent you €750. Hiii baby~ please treat yourself, I love youuu! Mwah mwah mwah! He finds your generous it’s so adorable.

<3he’s also a good boyfriend though, like he treats you really well, is protective of you and most importantly returns your affection like he’ll spoil you rotten with quality time.

<3he definitely shows you a ton of places too, y’know since he’s eighteen years old and would most likely love going out, so he loves showing you all these cool places that he knows and seeing your reaction since you’re mainly used to prestige.

<3he’s quite patient with you too (I mean he deals with the pistols on a regular so…), so like if you don’t understand something like how to use a regular appliance, he’s probably going to tease you a lil then show you how to use it, or not so you have to keep coming to him every time you want to use it (hehe).

<3and even though he may not be as loaded as you, he likes to spoil you too! He knows that you’re high maintenance and like to do stuff like getting your nails done, or getting new outfits so he often indulges you too. Once in a while you’ll see a notification like: Mista sent you €200. For ya nails babe, get em blue and red like my hat or that pink that looks good on you, almond shape.

<3he’s so sweet, he might even get his nails done with you sometimes, he just loves his gf so much!

In conclusion, boyfriend Mista>>> and he deserved to be spoilt rotten!🥰

[sovereignjojoz]

how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He’ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

[sovereignjojoz]

Hello! I hope you're doing well! ^^

Would it be okay to request some cuddling headcanons for Giorno and Narancia, if you're not too busy? :)

Thank you in advance 😊

Cuddling headcanons

Pairings: Narancia x reader, Giorno x reader + bonus Mista x reader, Bonus Abbacchio x reader.

Notes - nevaa ever too busy for requests (I just write slowly lolz), send em all in, thanks for the super cute request!

Narancia Ghirga

Certified hug lover.

He absolutely loves to cuddle, any type of physical affection is right up his alley (his love language seems like it would be touch).

He doesn’t really have a favourite cuddling position but I do think he prefers the ones where the pair of you are intertwined, he just adores closeness.

Honestly he just wants to be as close as possible.

He even wants to cuddle in the summer, like even if it’s 40°C outside.

Honestly despite what everyone says I honestly think he’d want to be the big spoon when spooning, as a lot of the time he definitely wants to initiate the cuddles, although I don’t think he’d like spooning all that much as it means he’s not facing you while you cuddle.

Loves to talk, he’s an absolute chatterbox, like if you’re just cuddling him on the couch he’ll start a conversation and it will go on for hours.

Likes to cuddle with blankets since it adds extra comfort.

He will grab your hand and drag you to wherever he wants to cuddle.

He often gets sleepy while you cuddle, mostly he rests his head on your chest or visa versa.

Loves listening to music and just relaxing while you hug.

Not opposed to pda, will definitely cuddle you in public.

Giorno Giovanna

I don’t think he’d be overly adverse to cuddling, yet he also won’t initiate it often.

That’s why I think Giorno would pair well with an overly affectionate partner.

Definitely likes it when you wrap your arms around him.

He’s quite busy so moments where you cuddle although rare will result in him giving you more affection than usual, like perhaps a few kisses on your face.

He’ll trace your features with his fingers whilst you’re cuddled up against him, especially your cheeks.

He likes ambiance so he prefers the atmosphere to be quiet or just listening to your voice whilst cuddling however if you prefer to have background noise like television then he doesn’t mind making an exception.

Likes it when you fall asleep on him, your rhythmic breathing soothingly pulls him to sleep too.

He prefers the privacy of your rooms to cuddle in so your cuddling state is exclusive to him, although once or twice he may publicly hug you.

Guido Mista

Certified hug lover (2)

OH MY GOSH HE’S SO DREAMY

Sit on his lap whilst cuddling him, he absolutely adores it.

He likes to rest his hand on your lower hip, when you’re in his lap cuddling him.

His favourite position to hug in is you on his lap, chest to chest, resting your head on his shoulder while he rests his hand on your lower hip.

If you’re cuddling with your teddies, he will chuck them across the room and make you cuddle him instead, there’s no need for that when you have a BOYFRIEND (eyeroll).

Gets very affectionate, so expect to be kissed.

Doesn’t care about privacy or PDA, will do what he wants when he wants, but he does like pda.

If he has cold hands he’ll stick them under your shirt to warm himself up and laugh when you scream at the coolness of them.

He likes to watch films and chill while you cuddle.

Leone Abbacchio

Stays in the privacy of your home, this is exclusively for him.

At first he was a little opposed to cuddling, he didn’t see the point, if you wanted a hug just ask?

Then you plopped yourself by his side, your legs in his lap and hands around his waist.

Surprisingly, he thinks it isn’t that bad however he’s not going to tell you that.

Will often rest his hand on your waist with a lazy grip or above the couch, just close to your shoulder.

He’s not that affectionate when you cuddle however to make up for it, you can sit in his lap if you please.

To him cuddling feels very intimate.

Depending on how he’s feeling he may hold your hand during cuddling.

Similarly to Giorno, he likes ambiance he can only stand to here your voice or silence whilst relaxing.

Doesn’t really like spooning, he’ll just drape his hand over your waist instead.

No blankets, he likes being in a state of coolness.

[sovereignjojoz]

Hello!! Congratulations on 200 followers! :) This event is so cute! Could I request 🍰💤 for Mista and Bruno please? (Or just Mista is fine if 2 is too much!!) <33

Hehe, thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying the event, I was a bit nervous about it, to be honest :,)

And don't worry! I'll do both of them! 😊

Link to main event.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Mista, to no one's surprise, love to flirt with his partner. He used to be a sort of playboy, so he has a couple of tricks up his sleeve. Honestly, if the situation is not very critical, I can see him teasing you even during a mission, on some rare occasions.

He adores seeing you all flustered and red, but he also genuinely means whatever provocative compliment he may be giving you. Some of his pick up lines are voluntarily extremely cheesy or old-fashioned, he uses them when he wants to get a laughter out of you as well.

Definitely flirts with you twice as hard when he's in front of the others, just to show off. You getting mad about it only pushes him to continue.

To be honest, I can see the Pistols also trying to hit on you, but the only reaction they'll probably ever going to get us you giggling. Mista knows about this and doesn't stop them, he thinks it's cute.

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So, Bruno is not one who flirts at any given opportunity. He knows when to be serious and has a reputation to maintain, so he's perfectly aware of when it's not the time to be teasing you and messing around.

With that being said, if there's no need for him to act all formal and collected, rest assured that Bucciarati will make you swoon. He doesn't have much experience with flirting, but it's a natural talent of him.

He carefully knows how to make you blush and chooses his words very well. A kiss on your hand, or on your neck, if you're alone, usually completes his little job. His laughter when he sees your rosy face is heavenly.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Mista thinks about you less than you may think. But, but! Don't take this the wrong way. This is solely because, if he's not busy with a mission or another important task, this boy prefers to be by your side instead of fantasizing about it!

He's not one to waste time. If he finds himself thinking more than normally about you, he'll burst into your place and tell you he wants to hang out. He doesn't like using his brain a lot lol, he prefers to act.

If he can't do so, however, then yes, you do cross his mind quite often. Maybe he's bored and watching a movie on Tv, and he starts to think about how he'd like to be cuddling you, or he's come up with one of his new theories and imagines how awesome it'll be to tell you about it.

Simple thoughts for a simple guy.

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Let me say, you're kind of a guilty pleasure in Bruno's mind, one he can't quite control no matter how much he tries. Like I said, Bruno is very serious and dedicated to his job, so he tries his best to pay attention and keep thoughts of you away while he's working.

There are some times, however, where a conference is just a tiny bit too long or boring, even for him. On those occasions, it's not rare of Bruno to find himself thinking about you, about how he'd like to he spending time in your presence, how relieved he's going to feel when he gets home and can finally rest in your company.

It won't take much for him, however, to snap out of this state, and he will quickly go back to carefully following the reunion like nothing had happened. He will never speak of this with you.

[sovereignjojoz]

Bucci gang beach day

Pairings: Bucci gang x reader

Warnings: NOTHINNNN BUT FUN

Summary: Bucci gang and reader go to the beach!

Notes-let’s go to the beach beach let’s go get away!

First of all, it would be very negligent of me to mention this excursion only happened due to Narancia’s insessant begging.

For at least three months straight, all Bruno would hear is “c’mon Bucciarati! Please, please can we go to the beach! ‘S not like anything bad’s gonna happen plus we all could use a vacation!”

He got on his knees and palmed at Bruno’s trouser legs, he even went as far as to start doing extra tasks around the house so he could appease Bruno.

Once Mista got wind of there being a potential beach day, chaos insures.

Bruno gets pestered thrice as much than he did before, when it seemed as though Bruno would say no the two teenagers visibly deflated, it was almost as though you could see sad droopy puppy dog ears on their heads.

Their capo thinks long and hard on the matter, tongue in cheek, before sighs, he finally relenting over dinner saying, “all right, just this once we’ll go to the beach, I suppose we relax a little for the time being.”

Mista’s plate and cutlery jolt as Narancia jumps up, hands flat on the dining table, looking at Bruno with astonishment.

“Seriously!” He yells excitedly, holding Bruno’s gaze and when the latter man nods he kicks his chair outta the way, walking towards Mista. “Heck yeah!”

In all of their teenage-esque the two friends enthusiastically dap each other up, meanwhile, unexpectedly, Trish smiles in excitement; attempting to cover it up behind her hand. Giorno looks on in intrigue as does Fugo, whilst Abbacchio acknowledges the statement but chooses to remain uninterested.

“Bruno?” Trish hesitates, clearing her throat. The sapphire eyed male averted his attention to the pinkette, curious as to what she wanted to add. He hummed probing her to continue; “is it alright if I invite [name].”

“Please do.” Mista added as Trish side eyed him, although he couldn’t help if he was just so excited at the prospect of seeing you.

Bruno chuckled, “Well, I don’t see why not. Would you all be alright with that?” He looked at his team expectantly awaiting their answers.

“Do what you want, I’m not coming.” Abbacchio commented nonchalantly, although he wasn’t appalled at the prospect of seeing you again.

Bruno looked at the others in the room to see if there was any verbal objections and when he was met with none it was decided you’d come.

So after Trish invited you, it was unsurprising you’d gotten a text from Mista inviting you somewhere.

Guido Mista

“Mista” lemme take you out swimwear shopping (major wink).

He just wanted an excuse to spend one on one time with you although helping you choose out swimwear is a bonus.

When you try on your favourite piece in the changing room and show him, his jaw honestly drops.

“Do you think this one looks nice?” You asked him, looking at him through your lashes. He grinned, “course babe, let me buy it for you, yeah?”

Eyeroll, cue you fanning Mista away with your hands as the pair of you walk over to the cash register to pay.

The sale assistant makes a little comment on “what a cute couple the both of you are,” and “how nice your boyfriend is for doing this.” You were about to refute the claim but Mista answered first saying “thank you.” Before pulling you by your hand out of the shop.

When you and all of the others finally arrive at the beach, Mista was a hog.

He literally picked you up the second you stepped out of the car and carried you all the way to the salty sea water, chucking you in with a dramatic splash!

You groaned, frowning at him laughing, so in your opinion it was very justified when you swam underwater and pulled him too, making you giggle when he slipped on his butt.

Chaos ensured and a water fight broke out between the both of you, you screamed running away cackling as he tried (and succeeded) in grabbing and splashing you.

You hung out with Mista for a little while until you got tried leading you to go to the sand again…

Narancia Ghirga

As soon as you stepped foot on land, you were pulled aside by Narancia, who dragged you to a sandy spot just slightly away from the others on land.

“C’mon let’s make a sand castle,” he told you, positively beaming, “okay!!”

You gathered sand in your hands, moulding it into a cylindrical shape as Narancia carved intricate designs on the one that already stood.

After a couple minutes the pair of you had made a moderately sized, but beautiful (at least to you) sandcastle, which gave Narancia the idea to have a sandcastle building competition.

You instantly agreed clapping your hands, running to get some sea water to build a moat for your castle.

You’d been working on building your castle for ten minutes, narancia had just finished his and you were just about to finish too until a horrific incident took place!

Narancia sabotaged you and stepped on your castle!

You were absolutely gobsmacked, mouth parted in surprise as his castle stood tall and proud.

So you reacted (retaliated) as any normal person would, by destroying his!

This led to a minor sand fight (bad idea).

But quickly realising this, you called a truce and opted to give Narancia a mermaid tail in the sand.

Or at least that’s what he thought, and before he knew it he found himself up to his neck buried in sand. You stuck your tongue out at him, pinching his cheeks and went away to find Fugo, that’s what he deserved for ruining your castle!

Pannacotta Fugo

“Hey Fugo, I wanna decorate the castle I made with Narancia, wanna help me look for sea shells?” You asked him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

“Why not go with Narancia?”

You shrugged your shoulders, giving him a knowing smile.

Abruptly, you stopped and started digging in the sand, enthusiastically blabbering away to Fugo when you found a gorgeous cerulean shell.

He smiled at you, patting your head, then bent down next to you and started looking for some shells too.

A vibrant pile of pale colours began to build up next you.

Fugo was just about to quit when he saw a peculiar shell, his eyes widened, perhaps it was a pearl shell, that seemed like something you would like.

He reached down and grabbed it, trying to open up the shell only to be sharply nipped on his finger.

He yelped, throwing the shell halfway across the beach!

Having seen the whole scene you stifled your giggles.

“Are you okay?” You asked him laughing.

He glared at you, “yes. I’m fine.” He snapped due to his pain.

Unexpected to him, you picked up his hurt finger and lightly kissed it. “There all better.” You beamed at him.

A light pink blush splayed across his cheeks, “thank you.”

“We’ll continue later, I’m a bit tired I’m going to go and rest for a bit.”

Leone Abbacchio

Firstly, Abbacchio didn’t even know how he ended up at the beach, after he had outright said he wouldn’t be coming.

Honestly he’s not really a fan of the beach, actually he hates it.

Outright refuses to go in the water, he’s not getting his hair wet or any disgustingly salty water in his mouth.

He opts to sit on a beach towel under an umbrella, reading and sipping on a fruity drink.

So when you trail up to him and plop down next to him, he hopes your disturbance won’t be too major.

“What do you want?” He asked, eyes still on his book.

“Nothing,” you stretched your legs and wiggled your toes. “I’m just tired.”

He hummed, uninterested.

You yawned and decided to test his limits, resting your head on his legs.

“[name].” He warned curtly.

You waved your hand sleepily, “m just resting my head, promise.”

You were not. In fact, one minute later you fell asleep.

Leone groaned, slamming his book shut. He looked at your peaceful sleeping face, he stroked your face and shifted you into a more comfortable position.

Abbacchio doesn’t know why, must have been the pesky goodwill of his heart, but he put sunscreen on your face too as it got hotter in the day.

You shifted in your sleep, snuggling closer to him.

He wanted to roll his eyes but his body betrayed him and he smiled.

Not long after, he found himself overcome with sleep, and when he woke up he found you gone, frolicking away with Bruno.

Bruno Buccarrati

“Hello [name],” Bruno greeted, “are you hungry? I know you’ve been busy enjoying the day.”

“Sup Bruno, not yet, I’m actually kind of hot.” You responded, “and I kinda wanna test out the snorkels, do you want to take a dip with me?”

He shrugged off his shirt, showing off his muscular, chiselled form. “Sure, let’s go.” He told you, leading you towards the sea by the small of your back.

You held up a pale pink float, decorated with sprinkles, “Ooh, let’s drift away in this doughnut float!”

He sat in the doughnut float first, pulling a snorkel over his head so it rested on his forehead. “Alright bellisima.”

Cue you squealing excitedly, dropping yourself onto his lap as the float started digging away.

One of his hands rested on your waist as the other skimmed against the water, similarly to your toes.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh huh! Let’s hop in, I’m sure we’ll see some cool fish!”

You marvelled at the aquatic animals, turning to look at Bruno, enthused.

Finally after around an hour, he extended his hand out to you and pushed you on the float to the shore once more.

After all that you honestly felt rather famished.

Trish Una

“Trishie, wanna eat?”

Trish cringed at the use of that ghastly nickname, you’re honestly extremely lucky the pair of you had been friends for a while because if you were anyone else she would have cut you off.

She pulled up her designer shades to look at you in the eye, “fine.”

“Great!” You ran over to the picnic basket Bruno had packed and grabbed a few snacks and sandwiches.

She extended a manicured hand, picking up a carrot stick.

Her eyes darted towards you when you exclaimed in delight, “oh my gosh, this is so delicious, here Trish take a bite!” You extended your hand out towards her, putting your food in front of her.

Tentatively and skeptically, she took a bite. “Mmm.” She agreed licking her lips.

“I know right?” You took another bite, “we should bake our own snacks and have another picnic sometime soon.” You told her.

“Yeah.” She looked up at the setting sun, “sounds nice.”

You squeezed her hand happily, “Alright, then it’s arranged!”

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno wasn’t really bothered about coming to the beach, although he also didn’t not want to come.

For most of the day he’s been enjoying and ice cream and doing some light tanning until you’d come up to him and asked if he wanted to make bracelets with you.

He nodded and sat down next to you, his knee touching yours.

You instructed him to make you a bracelet and you’d make him one.

He opted for a green and blue colour palette, resembling that of the sea, whilst you made him a red and white one contrasting greatly with his.

Then he made a silly joke about how yours is the exact opposite to his and how “opposites attract.” Causing you to roll your eyes and omit the shell heart charm from his bracelet.

This caused the blonde to tease you (Brando genes popping out) and say how you had his heart (charm) so why can’t he have yours?

You groaned, relenting and tied it on his wrist, he laughed to himself as you walked away from him.

[sovereignjojoz]

A Slice of Morioh: "Little Miss"

Summary: Having newly arrived in the quaint little town of Morioh-cho, you entrust your daughter to 2 teenagers who wouldn't suspect to be the child of someone they already know, let alone someone who never looked like the type.

Today was a sunny day. A perfect time for classic Josuke-Okuyasu shenanigans.

When Josuke wasn't preoccupied with Stand hunt or school, his ultimate pastimes were always spent with the always-down-for-anything Okuyasu. Koichi was always invited and often times hung out with the duo during school break periods, but outside the grounds, he spends his time studying or with his new sociopathic girlfriend Yukako.

What they did during these pastimes were near limitless in variety- from searching for change around town with Shigechi, go on a food spree, marathon a shit ton of video games that they hoarded, and other ideas they would procure.

It was only on this particular day that they had 0 clue on what to do. Spending time on the benches by the street weren't exactly their standard activity. "Oi Josuke..." Okuyasu said, lying on the concrete with a contemplative expression. "Are you sure we went to Tonio's last week? Maybe it was a different Italian restaurant we haven't heard about?"

The pompadour student exhaled a heavy sigh. "You had your spine explode and your teeth raining onto the pasta. Where else other than Tonio's could that happen?"

"You have a point."

"Excuse me, you two over there!" Josuke hummed in question, turning over to his left to see who called out to him and his best friend.

From the distance, he could pinpoint a female figure approaching them with a tiny child by her side. She looked mature enough to indicate she was older than him, sporting a thin teal coat over a white shirt-and-short set and white boots.

The child beside her was no more than 10, with space buns for hair and a black-neon green motif going on as her color palette. It's a cute addition for small butterfly clips to dot her clothes for that cherry-on-top bonus.

"Josuke Higashikata, correct?" The female turned to his best friend with same recognition. "And you must be Okuyasu Nijimura."

"Uh t-that would be us yes?" Josuke stammered. If his memory didn't fail him, he didn't remember seeing this woman's face around town and being moderately friendly with nearly every civilian here, he should have known her appearance at the very least.

She knew his name but he didn't know who she was.

"Who are you and how'd you know our names?" Okuyasu said back hunched as he scanned you, narrowing his eyes. "You're pretty though, not gonna lie."

"Ah I'm new here in case you were wondering. I'm Y/N and this is my daughter Jolyne." You turned to look at the child, who had her tiny hands wrapped around her mother's leg, shy. "Say hi to the nice men, pearl."

Jolyne glanced at the squatting student with the pompadour and without looking, said a quick "hello" and immediately hurried to hide behind the adult.

"Oh ho, not used to strangers is she?" Josuke said with an amused smile.

"It may look like that but she usually gets along rather fast with people she just met if you spend enough time with her," you chuckled, petting the top of Jolyne's head.

"Speaking of which, how'd you know us exactly?"

"Ah yes! My husband told me about you two. He isn't exactly a too-trusting person on the daily. So for him to say he trusts you two is a big deal," you said. "Well...trusts mostly Josuke but you seem like a nice guy too Okuyasu."

Husband? Josuke subtly glanced down at your left hand, and saw a shining silver band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. "O-Oh, I'm flattered and all, but what's the whole trust thing gotta do with us?"

"I'm working with an organization and one of the assignments I need to find just so happens to be in vacation location of Morioh. I have a lead on him and I might be able to catch him within the day," you explained. "But no one's going to watch my little girl. Her great-grandpa is here but I don't wanna stress him more."

"But mommy, I can watch over myself with grandpa at the hotel daddy's staying in," Jolyne whined, tugging at her mother's coat.

"You know your dad's still a bit paranoid with us here so he needs some reassurance that someone is making sure his little pearl is safe. You don't want daddy to get worried, right?" Jolyne pouted, but nodded in understanding.

"That's my girl." You kissed the girl's chubby cheek and turned her attention to Josuke and Okuyasu. "I have to go. I'll try to be back by 5 PM, but if I end up late, her father's going to fetch her. You two good with that?"

"Sure thing Y/N-san!"

"Promise me you'll watch over her carefully."

"We promise!"

"Awesome." You motioned the child forward and she slowly walked to the teenager's side with tiny steps. Just then, your phone rang and you plucked the blocky device out of your bag. You groaned but looked at the boys with a smile. "Thanks a bunch guys."

"Wait!" Josuke called out, stopping you from going as you had the phone by your ear. "What does her father look like? We just want to make sure she's given to the right person."

"Ah yes sir, hold on for a moment- her dad's tall and intimidating. You'll know who it is the second he steps in don't worry. She's a huge daddy's girl!" You flashed one more reassuring smile before heading off to the opposite direction with a slight jog to your steps.

Well... at least they knew what they were going to do for the day.

"Alright! Where do you want uncle Josuke to take you?" He said as upbeat as possible, just to make the little girl feel less anxious with a teenager she just met.

"I-I don't know, but im hungry."

"Well there's the sandwich shop Shigechi goes to a lot." Okuyasu offered. "Or we can go to Tonio's."

"Dude, you always want to go to Tonio's." Josuke groaned. He glanced down at Jolyne and smiled. "You hungry? Do you want to grab a sandwich?"

Jolyne shook her head. "Not hungry for sandwiches..." She had a cute little pout on her face before her eyes widened and turned to look at Josuke. "Ice cream? Can we have ice cream instead?"

"Ooh a sweet tooth type of kid," he chuckled, patting her shoulders. "Roger that. Next destination, the ice cream parlor!"

All 3 went to the said location, happy to find out the place wasn't as booked and busy like the last few times the duo went there. At Jolyne's request, Josuke ordered for her a simple vanilla cone topped with sprinkles and chocolate syrup, while he bought popsicles for him and Okuyasu.

He thought back to what you said just as you were about to leave. About what her father possibly looked like so he could lend her over to the right person. Tall and intimidating... man, Josuke could list of any tall adult in Morioh and as far as he know, older strangers were a bit scary.

"Hey kid," Josuke tapped the girl's shoulder. In the middle of her dessert snacking, she glanced at the student with wide eyes. "What does your dad look like?"

"Didn't you already ask mommy about that?"

"It doesn't hurt to ask again..." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well... daddy is really tall and looks scary to a lot of people, but if you get to know him, he's super nice and brings me to work a lot!" Jolyne gleefully said, waving her arms around.

"U-uh I need an image. You know eye color, hair color, what types of clothes he wear, stuff like that."

"Ah. I have daddy's hair and eyes. I liked the color yellow so my mommy and daddy dyed my bangs yellow." Jolyne giggled, finishing the last of her ice cream treat. "He dresses cool too."

So black hair and blue-green eyes. Got it.

The day continued and under the clear sunny sky, Josuke and Okuyasu figured taking the child to stroll around the park would be a fun idea considering they could visit the playground on the way.

"Hey mister?" Josuke hummed, looking down at her with open eyes. "Your hairstyle's funny-looking."

Josuke paused.

Jolyne reached to tug at the pompadour student's uniform, wondering why the teenager stopped midway their path. "Mister?"

"Kid, shhh!" Okuyasu immediately crouched to Jolyne's level to cup her mouth in panic. "You can't say stuff like that about his hair."

"Why not? His hair reminds me of the steak I ate in Florida, but blue!"

A threatening purple glow emanated out of the teenager, a scowl fixated on his face. "Oi oi oi, you better watch what you say kid." Though it was irrational, Crazy Diamond was at the brink of surfacing, ready to give the child a lesson... a more lenient lesson. "I'm about to teach you something but you won't like it."

"Josuke, Josuke, I think we should calm down before we Uh... hurt a small child." Okuyasu said in an attempt to divert the other's attention away from the accidental insult.

But the words turned useless in the teenager's ears as he continued glaring at the girl. "But it does look like steak for me. Why are you angry?"

"You little-"

"Are you threatening me?" Both teens shared the same look of surprise at the sudden bold outburst and angry disposition of a 6-year-old child.

Josuke continued regardless. She's a little kid, what's she about to do? Punch my knees? Kick my shins? "Yeah I am, what are you gonna do about it kid?"

"I'm going to tell daddy about this. He hates it when I'm threatened."

Josuke chuckled. "Ho ho, bet your father's not gonna know what's coming to him if that's the case." If her father's not Stand user, he'd be willing to bet the risk of ruining the man's face and he's not gonna know what hit him.

"Dude hold up!" the other student exclaimed, waving his hands in a panic as the two engaged in a heated stare down. "Think about Y/N Josuke. Are you really going to be able to handle seeing the hurt on her face knowing you beat her kid?"

At the thought of your trusting smile, Josuke reeled back his temper and focused on quelling his petty habit of bursting into anger at one jab about his hairstyle. He let out one big exhale and forced himself to chuckle. "You know what? This guy's got a point."

Okuyasu puffed out his chest, proud of himself. Jolyne, however, kept her narrowed gaze firm, pouting with crossed arms.

"Oh and would you look at that?" Josuke said, peering off into the distance causing the girl and his best friend to follow his line of sight. "It's the playground!"

In almost an instant, Jolyne beamed and gasped, forgetting the fact she was probably considering making him her enemy. "Playground?! Can we go?"

They, in fact went to the playground where the little girl spent her time on the seesaw (with Okuyasu on the other side), the slides, and the swing set.

Other than ordinary babysitting moments, the trio spent the remaining day doing whatever children liked to do. On some occasions, Jolyne would simply follow wherever the two teenagers would go: Sneaking into the school's gym, Tonio's restaurant, the arcade, Cafe Deux Margots, Rohan's place for shits and giggles, etc.

By 5 PM, they settled down in front of Josuke's house, just outside on the doorstep. Jolyne fell asleep on his lap, tired from all her mini exploration around Morioh with her new friends. Josuke told Okuyasu that he could call it a day, but the latter was determined to complete this babysitting mission the way they started it: Together.

Okay that was cheesy. Josuke cringed.

About 10 minutes later, a voice called out. "Oi Josuke. Okuyasu." Snapping out of his sleepy daze, the teenager looked up to see Jotaro standing in front of him, clad in his mostly white get-up.

"Oh hey Jotaro-san," he yawned and nudged the other student, who fell asleep on the grass, awake. "Another Stand user case?"

"There's no update about a new Stand user emerging so that's not the case for now." He glanced down to see the sleeping child on Josuke's lap. "I see you've been busy the whole day."

"Ah yes! We've kept our time occupied being good citizens of town by watching over this gorgeous chick's child by bringing her around the place," Okuyasu said, grinning widely.

"Oh?"

"That's right! And now we're just waiting for her dad to show up so we can hit the hay inside," Josuke continued.

"I see... well you all must be tired." Jotaro sighed and stepped forward towards the little girl. "I'll take over from here."

"Woah woah now! I'm gonna need you to stop right there." The pompadour student rose his hand, holding the girl closer to him.

The gesture only made the adult cock a brow with question. "Excuse me?"

"I know you're secretly concerned over our well-being, that you're a fully grown adult, and all that but just to let you know, we made a promise to this child's mom that we will be the one sending her off to her father," Josuke said.

"Yeah! We promised!" Added in by Okuyasu with the same determined huff. "We don't do broken promises here."

"That's good to know but it's getting late and she has to-"

"No buts! We will be standing firm right here even if it takes us all night." The student could feel his ego flare up, proud that he was standing up for himself against someone as stoic as the marine biologist.

Even though the said biologist was unamused, the visor of his hat shading over his eyes. Josuke had to keep telling himself to not dissolve into a nervous breakdown from the stern look the adult was giving him now.

Jolyne shifted around and blinked her eyes open, yawning. "Noisy, noisy..." She mumbled, looking to whoever disturbed her sleep. The second she laid her eyes on the adult, she broke into a big smile, squirming in the teen's hold.

"Daddy!"

"Oh is he here?" Josuke looked ahead, past the mountain of a man and towards the street off to the side to see for a nearing person. "Where is he tho-"

"Daddy's here!" Jolyne pried Josuke's arms off of her and rushed forward. "Daddy!"

At the same time, Jotaro crouched down momentarily to open his arms and welcome the child's tiny yet tight hug, reciprocating it with a gentler one. "How's my little pearl?"

"I missed you! You didn't come home last night to read me my bedtime story," Jolyne pouted, prompting the man to huff and ruffle her hair.

"I did come home last night but you were already sleeping with mommy by the time I came back."

"Still... you should've woke me up and put me back to sleep again."

Jotaro lifted her off the ground, settling her on his arm. "That's... not a good idea, but I'll try to come home earlier for you. Would that be alright?"

"Mhm!"

Wait. Hold on.

Josuke and Okuyasu had to bide in a few seconds to process what just happened. From the second she woke up down to the last moment of her being carried by the most stoic Stand user in Morioh.

"J-Jotaro-san... you're a dad??"

"And is there a problem with that?" He said curtly, brushing Jolyne's bangs to the side.

Not once in his life would he imagine that the ever so busy, no-time-for-emotions Jotaro Kujo would actually be a legitimate father to a girl. But having Jolyne as his daughter also meant-

"Wait you're married???" Okuyasu exclaimed.

"...Yes?" Josuke subtly glanced to the adult's hand to spot an identical silver band wrapped around his ring finger.

The teenager wondered how the hell you've managed to seduce this man into being your devoted husband when all he responds to the opposite sex were either neutrality or hostility (as based from his observations at least).

No. No that can't be. This must be a joke. It has to be some elaborate prank that's so well orchestrated it's real. Sure the man's capable of achieving a family but knowing him, his demeanor, and his workload?

"Pearl, how about you show these boys your little birthmark." Jotaro said, making the little girl nod and tug the collar of her dress down to the side. On the back of her shoulder, a clear star-shaped mark was revealed in the clear of day.

"I got this from daddy. He also has one on his back." Jolyne said with pride.

No shit. This is legit. "A-Ah okay then."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you something." Oh crap.

Jotaro hummed. "What is it?"

"A while ago, I said uncle Josuke's hair looked like blue steak-" Oh crap oh crap oh crap.

The pompadour student loudly chuckled, cutting off the child's direct statement. "And I laughed it off. You know how I brew in anger every time someone insults my hair? None of that with her. She's a sweet little cutie."

"That's not true. He threatened me. Said he'll teach me something I won't like."

Shit. Josuke risked a glance at the biologist's response and as expected, that familiar shade over his eyes and tight lips returned, purely focused on Josuke. "Is that so?"

"Uhuh, and he said you're not gonna know what coming when I said I'll be telling you," Jolyne puffed her chest and cheeks, mildly upset.

Josuke's knees nearly buckled the moment as Jotaro radiated that specific aura and a mirage of Star Platinum emerged out of him, white-gloved fist already clenched. He just hoped he won't use time stop all of a sudden to knock the living daylights out of him.

"I'd say otherwise..." He glared at the teenager and the latter broke into a nervous sweat, already imagining the clock's ticking coming to halt. "But you and I know better."

Josuke exhaled in relief, the weight of dread lifted of his shoulders. "Well, would you look at the time! It's about time I head home-"

Before Okuyasu could continue and possibly flee (so much for sticking together), Jolyne casually pointed at him and said, "He called mommy pretty."

The mentioned student tripped over himself. Now it was his turn to break into nervous sweating as the adult supplied his daughter's comment. "I'm aware. He called mommy a 'gorgeous chick' minutes ago as well. In a tone that sounded like he was planning to hit on my wife."

Star made another appearance yet again and Okuyasu got on his knees as he shielded himself. "N-No not at all Jotaro-san! I was just saying Y/N's objectively pretty! No plans whatsover! Please don't hurt me!"

The marine biologist didn't respond for a solid second before letting out one deep sigh with his Stand fading back into him. "Again... we know better."

"We should get going. It's getting late and Y/N's most likely back in the hotel wondering where we are." Jotaro looked at Jolyne and cocked his head at their direction. "Say goodbye."

She turned to them and waved. "Bye-bye uncle Josuke and uncle Okuyasu!"

And as simple as that, the father-daughter duo left the Higashikata residence, leaving the best friends dumbfounded and unable to process what just happened.

"You know... when you think about it," Josuke said. "Knowing someone like him has a family, kinda makes me wanna snoop more about his personal life. Is that wrong?"

"Bro, I was thinking about the exact same thing," Okuyasu said in return. "We should invite Koichi too. He'll be missing out."

And both them grinned as a result.

After that day, the relentless Josuke-Okuyasu duo had a new pastime added to the list.

[sovereignjojoz]

Okay thsi sounds kinda weird, but like,, would it be okay for me to suggest Bruno Bucciarati x child reader TOTALLY PLATONIC!!!! where he kinda takes her in and they have a father daughter bond. I understand it’s kinda weird so feel free to ignore!

Dad!Bruno Buccarrati x platonic!child reader

Pairings: Dad Bruno x child reader, platonic Bucci gang x child reader

Notes -it’s not weird at all anon, totally fine! Sorry it’s taken me a while to respond. Happy holidays!

BEST DAD EVER.

You would probably have to be wondering around the vicinity of the house for Bruno to take you in.

At first he’d try to reunite you with your parents, yet when it dawns on him you seemingly have none he’d debate with himself on wether to take you in.

Not that he doesn’t want to he would, but it’s just raising a child is such a huge responsibility and baring in mind he’s only twenty makes him put some serious consideration into his decision.

Ultimately his good hearted nature sways him, and he ends up taking you in and overtime he finds that he doesn’t regret his decision.

“Mishta’ Bruno?” You yelled, a tad too loud, towards the kitchen.

The colourful cereal you were chewing on made your calling appear incoherent, yet Bruno hummed in recognition having heard it so often.

“Why can’t we just stay the two of us.” You continued knowing he was listening, “I like it just us, do your friends have to come back?” You questioned, loudly swallowing the last remnants of your cereal.

“Piccola/o,” he walked into the dining room and smiled at you. “My friends live here too, they were only gone for a special job.” He picked up a paper towel and squeezed your chubby cheeks, cleaning up your face. “It wouldn’t be fair to deny them their home, would it?”

You nodded in agreement, Bruno had taught you all about respect and fairness just before he enrolled you in an Italian children’s school, highlighting that it was of the upmost importance.

He stroked your head softly, then moved to throw the dirtied paper towel in the rubbish bin. “Don’t worry alright, my friends are very nice, you’ll have tons of fun with them piccola/o.”

You pouted unconvinced, but nodded nonetheless.

“Come on.” He extended his hand out to you so you could jump down from the white dining chair, “time to get ready for school.”

You held Bruno’s hand as you skipped along to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and bathing. Bruno helped you wash your hair, soapy suds staining his hands as you splashed around in the water.

Once you had been towel dried, he massaged numerous hair care creams into you hair, then brushed and de-tangled it.

“Mister Bruno, can you braid my hair please.”

Bruno had watched countless videos on how to care for, handle and style hair similar to yours, he’d even bought a doll to practice on all in preparation for this moment. “Sure.”

You twirled around in your uniform, striking a pose for Bruno once he’d finished, you loved your new hairstyle so much!

Bruno pulled out his phone to take a picture of you, you looked so cute.

Rushing to the porch, you strapped the Velcro of your shiny shoes on then grabbed your fluffy blue jacket to put on top.

“Bye mister Bruno!”

“Wait!” Hastily, you paused what you were doing at Bruno’s call, running to the sound of his voice.

“Yes?”

He bent down to your level, handing you a white lunch box which held heart shaped sandwiches, some fruit and a packet of crisps/chips. “Here, your lunch.”

You gasped in awe, previously you had asked mister Bruno for some uniquely shaped sandwiches because some of your classmates ate them at lunch yet you had no idea on wether he was actually going to do it, leaving you positively happy.

“Thanks mister Bruno!” You pulled his hand left hand, tilting him downwards, “you’re the best!” You asserted, kissing his cheek before slamming the door shut and running of to school.

Bruno merely smiled at your action before returning back to his real work.

Tiptoeing to reach the door handle, you kicked your school shoes off of your feet and ran into the living room shouting, “I’m home! I’m home!” The light pitter patter of your feet echoing behind you.

You held your drawing of the house, you and Bruno up proudly for him to see as you entered the vast room. “Papa! Look at this drawing-!” Immediately you covered your mouth with your hands realising your mistake, but there was no time for that reality to sink in as five intimidating figures looked over you.

You gasped lightly, frightened, and ran to hide behind Bruno, grabbing onto his leg.

Your glistening eyes analysed the males one by one, “Who are these people?” You whispered.

“These are my friends I was talking about.” He explained as you nodded in recognition.

“We leave for a few months and you bring a kid home?” The one with orange hair commented, accusingly looking at Bruno.

Said male shrugged, brushing him off.

“Quit it Fugo, I’m sure the kid is quality company.” Said one with a hat.

“What’s your name piccina/o?” Asked a boy with black hair with a smile, he looked to be younger than the rest, you thought he seemed really cool.

“[name].” You told him, moving slightly closer.

“Awsome!” He put his hand up for a high five which you enthusiastically met, “would you like to play a game with me?”

“Yeah!”

Narancia picked you up, spinning you in the air, then ran towards his bedroom.

“Hey wait up, I wanna join.” Mista called out, kicking his shoes of.

A couple of days had passed and you found that Bruno was right, his friends were very fun! Narancia always played energetic games with you like tag and capture the flag, Mista carried you everywhere and frequently played tea parties with you (which Bruno joined in too) and even Fugo who was cold at first warmed up and indulged in activities such as baking with you and colouring.

The only one you hadn’t really interacted with was Abbacchio, even though you wanted to.

Sitting on the kitchen table, Abbacchio had been relaxing, reading his book and drinking his wine, when he felt a light tug on his long silver hair.

He scowled and turned towards where he felt the tug come from, finding the young perpetrator looking shyly up at him.

“Oi bimba/o, what do you think you’re doing.”

“Sorry,” you stoked his hair, pretending to put it in a ponytail, “I just really like your hair.”

He looked at you, sighing, “don’t pull.”

You jumped up and down excitedly, parting his hair so you could braid it.

After an hour Abbacchio felt his fair fall still in braids, and you came sleepily stumbling before him.

“Finished mister abba.” You stumbled forward, falling into his lap.

“Hey.” He poked you cheek, “get up.” He pulled your head up by your hair to check if you were really sleeping, finding that you were in fact asleep.

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his lap so you were curled comfortably in his lap, he then took a sip of his wine and picked up his book again, going back to the chapter he was previously reading.

Bruno hadn’t expected to find you curled up on Abbacchio’s lap, having know his views on kids, so to say he was surprised to say the least was an understatement.

“Don’t say anything, just take the kid.”

Bruno smiled knowingly raising an eyebrow at Abbacchio, he picked you up, your head on his shoulder, and took you to your room.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt soft silk covers being placed over you.

“Mister Bruno…?” You half asked, half assumed.

He hummed in response turning your night light on.

“Sorry for calling you papa a while ago, it was an accident, I just really like mister Bruno.” You apologised, pulling the covers further up your face.

He smiled and pinched your cheek, “it’s alright, I don’t mind. You can call me papa or papino if you like.”

Your eyes widened, the corners creasing in excitement, “really!”

“Mhm. But for now go to bed.”

“Okay…”

“Goodnight [name].”

“Goodnight…papa.”

[sovereignjojoz]

boyfriend! nagi who presses lazy morning kisses to your face whenever he wakes up earlier than you (which is rare) "wake up princess, i want some kisses too y'know"

boyfriend! nagi who relishes in the kisses you press to his cheeks and his cutey patootie nose and his beautiful, closed eyelids and finally a small, barely there, peck to his lips.

boyfriend! nagi, who loves sleeping, but loves you more, so he sacrifices it to come with you to the grocery store at 3:00 in the morning to get that exact same ice cream you asked for before going to sleep.

boyfriend! nagi who loves it when you ramble about your day while massaging hair. "use your nails too baby. love the feelin' of your nails s'much"

boyfriend! nagi who comes with you to see you get your nails done and keeps telling you to get sharper, longer tips cause he loves how it looks on you. "do those long ones you had last week, baby. the ones that feel good when you play with my hair."

boyfriend! nagi who gives you his hoodies to wear before a match. "you can keep this, babe. i have another one anyways."

boyfriend! nagi who loves the good luck kiss you give him before a match and when you wave to him from the stands when during a match.

boyfriend! nagi who loves you so much, that he'll brag to all his friends about you. "yeah, that's my girl. my baby."

this was written for @/garoujo who loves nagi seishiro and blue lock. I barely read 10 chapters of the manga, but I have enough characterization after reading emmie's (@/garoujo) fics. credits to @firefly-graphics for the pretty dividers and @vespersposts who supported me all throughout! you can ask to be tagged through ask or dms.