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So, You're a Weatherreportstan, so I think you would be able to help clear something up. It says Pucci and Weather Report are Italian, why did the KKK attack Weather Report in the manga?

Oh, boi my time as come.

So spoilers below. Contains racism, incest, and the KKK.

So, this is all the information I got from the manga/JJBA wiki. It's a whole soap opera, and I understand why people get confused. To start from the beginning. Enrico Pucci and Domenico Pucci (Weather Report) were born into an Italian-American/Roman Catholic family. They were wealthy. They also had a little sister named Perla Pucci.

When Weather Report was a baby, he was stolen, by a woman whose baby had died the same day. The woman raised Weather Report who she called Wes Bluemarine with her husband who was an African-American man.

While Enrico was working at the church and taking confession, Weather Report's adopted mother/kidnapper came in and confessed she switched her biological baby with Weather Report. (At this point, Enrico and his family assumed Domenico died as a baby, even though it really wasn't Domenico.) Enrico gets Weather's adopted mother/kidnapped to tell him the name of the family she kidnapped the baby from, his own.

Now, as a teen, Weather Report (at this time known as Wes Bluemarine) started dated Perla Pucci. (keep in mind, they had no idea they were related). Enrico finds out and wants to stop his siblings from committing the sin of incest, but he's bound my his priestly vows. So, Enrico hires a P.I. company to break Weather Report and Perla up. Enrico hires this P.I. group not knowing they are the K.K.K. They targeted Weather, because they assumed he was Wes Bluemarine his adopted parent's biological son, which made Weather of African-American descent (to them.) The KKK shot Wes, and hung him from a noose, while Perla was beaten. Perla cut Wes down, but she thought he was dead. Perla commits suicide and Enrico takes Weather Report's memory disk, after telling him they are biological brothers.

Now, the KKK dislikes Catholics, this is a historical fact. The KKK, beat up my Grandfather of who was of Italian, Spanish, and, Romanian descent, because he didn't match their definition of 'White'.

The KKK can just eat shit and die, to be honest.

I hope this cleared things up a bit for you and everyone. I hope the anime explains it better and is more clear about the details of Weather Report's past.

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Watch Over us: Jotaro x Reader. + Reader’s Daughter Jolyne AU

A/N: Back to my regular angst. I wrote this for myself, more than anyone else, tbh.

Summary: Things haven’t been the same since You died, Jolyne wishes Jotaro would learn to open up more. He acts like he doesn’t even miss You, and it pisses Jolyne off.

Pairing: Alpha! Jotaro x Omega! Reader, Implied past Jotaro x Reader x Kakyoin.

Warnings: Reader Death, Reader is Jolyne’s other parent in this AU, Reader walks with a permanent limp, Hints of past sexual assault of reader, reader has a sad past, Flashbacks, and Angst. Also, spoilers for JJBA Part 6.

Flashbacks are in Italic.

“You have a lot of nerve visiting me, bastard,” Jolyne states.

“I came to bring you something,” Jotaro states, giving Jolyne a pendent. “It belonged to your Mama/Papa,” he adds. 

Jolyne took it, clutching it close. Jotaro never talked about you to Jolyne, it was like you never existed at all. It pissed her off, that when she was in jail, Jotaro decided to bring you up.

“You act like Mama/Papa wasn’t a part of our lives at all.” 

“F/N wouldn’t want us to dwell on the past.” Jolyne just scowled.

Then the two got attacked, by a Stan user, and Jotaro got injured.

“Did you even love, Mama/Papa at all? I never understood why they stayed, they should have divorced you,” Jolyne states bitterly. 

“I’ve always cherished both of you,” he states. “There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t miss F/N, their smile, their laugh their cooking, everything.”

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Jolyne is sitting by herself later, staring at the small photo of You, herself, and her father. You were smiling, of course. You always smiled, but Jolyne recalled sometimes finding you staring sadly off into space, like you were remembering something painful. Plus, when the subject of your parents or your limp came up, you always quickly changed the subject. 

“Mama/Papa?” Jolyne asks, tugging on your apron.  

“Yes, Jojo? What is it?” 

“Are you happy?”

“Of course, Jojo! I have you and your Dad!” You stated, smiling, and bending down to pick her up carefully. 

“Dad’s always gone. Aren’t you angry at him?” 

“Oh, Jojo,” You looked, sadly. “Of course not. Someday, I promise you’ll understand. Your Dad, he’s not the best at expressing his emotions but, he loves us more than anything. He just thinks people can tell his emotions just by looking at him,” You added. 

“I wish he’d show it more,” Jolyne pouted.

“Come on, help Mama/Papa make dinner. It’s your favorite,” You stated.

You set her down and started to prepare dinner, humming. 

“Mama/Papa. How come you always wear those cherry earnings?

“Oh you noticed? They belonged to someone your Dad and I loved very much.” 

“How come I’ve never met them?” 

“I wish you could have, Kakyoin would have adored you. He passed away a long time ago.” 

“I’m sorry, Mama/Papa,” Jolyne states.

“It’s alright. When our loved ones pass away, it hurts, but they’re always in our hearts and watch over us.”

Jolyne knew You were watching over her, and Jotaro too. You would never abandon your loved ones, no matter what they did. You never abandoned Jolyne, no matter what trouble she caused. Not only that, but you never abandoned Jotaro either. When Jolyne was a teenager, she overheard a conversation about divorce between the two of you. 

“No! I am not signing these papers. Drop it, Jotaro,” You stated. It was one of the few time Jolyne remember hearing your voice raised. Omegas rarely raised their voices against Alphas, so it was surprising. 

“F/N. It’s to protect you and Jolyne,” Jotaro stated. “You’d be happier as far from me as possible.” 

“That’s not true! Jolyne and I love you. If you really wanted to protect us, you’d try to be home more often. Besides, you’d be in horrible shape, if you lived on your own,” You added. Jolyne almost interrupted the two of you once she could smell your scent becoming distressed, more distressed than she could ever remember. 

“You’re not the only one that’s haunted by DIO,” your voice was cracking. “In case you forgot, my father sold me to that monster. DIO killed Kakyion in front of me and crippled me for life,” You added.  “I still have nightmares about what he did to me.”

“Yare Yare Daze, come here, F/N” Jotaro stated. Jolyne hears the sound of something being torn up, then her Father whisper, “I’m sorry, I love you, F/N.” 

“Just keep looking after us Mama/Papa. I’ll save the old man, I promise.”

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You put your whole ussy' into that Weather Report x Reader fic, Thank you, Nonbinary King. I hope Wes make Reader breakfast after he blew their back out, Lol.

You're Welcome ;)

Weather does make Reader breakfast. Probably, pancakes that say "I'm sorry, I blew your back out," or something.

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Slight! Yandere Weather Report x Reader: NSFW Dabble

Prompt: Against your judgement, you pick up a hitchhiker who seems familiar, although You can’t place him. The storm is pretty bad out, you take him home.

Warnings: Slight Yandere! Weather Report x Reader, Reader has no sense of self-preservation, slight spoilers for the end of part 6. NSFW Minors DNI

A/N: I have no excuse for this other than my username is Weatherreportstan. 

You had a simple life. You worked from home, and lived in a cabin. The cabin was in the woods, surrounded by wild animals and large pine trees. It severed You just fine, although your best friends Irene and Hermes told You to try to be more spontaneous. As You were driving back to your cabin, the rain started to pour down, that’s when You spotted him. 

A man above-average height, wearing a flat-topped buffalo hat, and dark blue clothing. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, and was thumbing for a ride. Now, You had seen the news, and knew picking up hitchhikers was a risk. However, Irene and her partner Annakiss often picked up hitchhikers, and they never had any trouble. Besides, it was late, and You couldn’t leave him out on in a storm. You slowed your car down, and rolled down the passenger window. As soon as You met the stranger’s dark blue eyes, You felt like You knew the man from somewhere, like he was an old friend. 

“Would You like to get out of this storm? My place is nearby, and I can give You a ride wherever when it clears up.” 

The Stranger nods, and opens the passenger door, feeling the same strange Déjà vu as You did. 

“I’m Wes,” he greats. 

“F/N,” You reply. 

You do your best to make small talk, but Wes only gives short and vague answers. Someone this doesn’t concern You. You feel strangely safe with the stranger. Wes feels the same way, but there’s a small voice in the back of his head, telling him to keep you locked up so nobody else can hurt you. Wes is unsure where these possessive thoughts come from, and he tries to ignore it.

Eventually, You make the turn on the dirt road that leads to your home. “Here we are,” You state, turning off the car and running up to the door to unlock it. Wes, follows You inside the small cabin, both of you completely soaked from the rain. You flick on a light. “Make yourself at home, I’ll get us some towels,” You stated. Your clothes were soaked through, despite only been outside for a few minutes. You suspected Wes was in worse shape, but you were sure you didn’t have any clothing that would fit the tall man. You return to your living room, Wes is by the fire he started, shirtless, trying to warm up. Bending down, You offer Wes the towel, he takes it, his fingers brushing yours. “Thanks. You should get out of your wet clothes, too,” he states, staring into your eyes.

“You’re right-” You’re interrupted by the mysterious hitchhiker kissing you. You kiss back, and soon you’re exploring each other’s bodies, and frantically undressing each other. You stop briefly to get some lube and a condom, from the drawer in the coffee table, thankful for Irene gifting you the items last week, telling you to go out and get some. 

A little later, and you’re riding Wes like it’s your last night on Earth. The man is pretty well-endowed, and you bet your hips will be bruised tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. Wes flips positions in the middle, so you’re on the bottom, and so, he can pound into as hard as he wants too. You both reach your climax at the same, Wes collapsing on top of you, both of you panting. 

“I think we both need a shower,” You stated. “If you feel like joining me.”

Wes smirked. “Of course.”

Picking up a hitchhiker turned out to be your best decision ever.

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I was messing around with the Hunger Games Simulator, and it was fun. I couldn’t think of anyone to add, so I added myself and Dio from a district. Here are some of my favorite things that happened.

Damn, what did Prosciutto do to me?

OMG Narancia

Omg F in chat for Jotaro

I love the turtle.

  Bye, Hoe

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Yandere! Giorno Headcanon/Dabble

So, Reader manages to escape the villa Yandere! Giorno has them locked up in. Reader, has no money, no identification. Desperate, they head into the police station. A gamble. The officer they speak to is so nice, and lets you know they are here to help. They take your statement, and tell you not to worry, they contacted your family already. Your family! You hadn’t seen them in forever. The officer leaves the room and comes back, and Giorno is standing there. The officer has a smile on their face and is like, “We called your husband. You’re safe now.” Apparently, Giorno had already planned for this scenario, and let the police know his spouse is very sick, tends to wander off and make up elaborate stories. He’s just standing there smirking like “Let’s get you home, love, you must be tired!” To make a long story short, you learn not to ask for help again.

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God I just busted

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Yandere! Giorno x Reader Dabble

A/N: I wrote this for my second chapter of my dabble collections on A03, but I felt more confident about the second chapter to post it here. It’s short, but let me know what you think.

Chapter Summary: Giorno and You have been dating for a while, but your semester in Italy is almost over. Little do You know, the Don of Passione has no plans to let You go.

Relationships: Yandere! Giorno x Reader

Warnings:  Of Age Giorno (Takes place after Part 5), Unhealthy Relationships, Yandere behavior, Giorno kidnaps reader.

Notes: Reader’s Gender isn’t mentioned. Note this takes place years after part 5 when Giorno is of age. 

The last thing You expected when spent a semester aboard was to fall in love with someone. Giorno was a great guy, always paid for dinner, bought you nice gifts, showed up on time. He was a little mysterious, not speaking much about his past or his work. Your best guess was Giorno worked as a businessman or came from a wealthy family. You were happy, but You couldn’t see the relationship working out long term. You were still in school, and You had your whole life in another country. You hoped Giorno would agree, and the break-up would be an amicable one. Maybe someday You would even visit Giorno in Italy again, and meet as old friends. It was getting close to the end of semester, and You had put the break-up on hold long enough. You decided to break it off tonight, as gentle as possible. 

However, unknown to You, Giorno had no plans to let You go, not now, not ever. Giorno knew You would suggest the two of You should break up your relationship, once the semester ended, and You returned to your own home country. Giorno couldn’t let You go, he lost so many people he cared about, so many people abandoned him. The Don had chosen to let You in after rejecting so many. Surely, You would understand once Giorno told you about his past. He didn’t like using force, but if using his influence as The Don kept You in Italy, he would. If You were in Italy, you would be safe, together, happy. It wasn’t that hard to contact your University to let them know You wouldn’t be retuning once the semester ended. If you wanted to finish your schooling, you would be able to in Italy. (Online. Giorno mused. It would be easier to keep you safe.) You wouldn’t have the need to work once you were married, but Giorno understands finishing your school is important to You. As for your family, Giorno didn’t want to hurt them, as long as they didn’t get in the way of your happiness with Giorno. Perhaps when You were more settled, they could even visit. Hopefully, you would adjust quickly. The plan was set, all Giorno had to do was meet you at the restaurant.  

Everything was going according to plan. “Giorno, I have something important to talk to you about-” You started in. “Oh?” Giorno pretended to act surprised. Before You could say anything else You started to fell dizzy, you stood up. You would have fallen over if Giorno hadn’t been there to catch You. The last thing you hear before you pass out is 

“Let’s get you home, F/N.”