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I want to smooch the shiny man

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Got some new au’s in the works, working on some world build and plots but I hope you guys like them in the future when I post them!

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You probably are tired of me now, but I'm here again with another request.

The dad and (__) start dating in secret and they get enganged. The child saw the ring on (__) finger and either throws a tantrum about (__) being with someone else than their dad or absolutely knows what's going on. ;3

Dad La Squadra Being Engaged To Teacher Reader

TW: Fluff and some crying

Risotto

Eloisa practically adored you with the way she’d cling to you during class, so when she saw the ring on your finger she’d look you up and down before stepping away from you. She’d shoot you the meanest look she could as she thought about how she was going to tell Risotto that you’d gotten engaged. She didn’t know that her father had proposed last night and the both of you had plans to tell her over dinner, but it clearly wouldn’t happen when she demanded to call her father. “Teacher is getting married, papa. Beat up the guy.”  Eloisa ordered with narrowed eyes as she stared you in the eye, using your desk phone while you sat at your desk. You’d nearly choke on your coffee/tea when you heard her cold tone, “Oh, sweetie…” You began.

Prosciutto 

Francesco was anything if not his father’s biggest fan, so when he’d found out through his father that you two had gotten engaged at Prosciutto’s birthday dinner he was elated beyond belief. He’d go to school bragging to all of his friends that the teacher would be his new parent, pulling you all around the classroom to flaunt your ring. “My daddy is going to marry the teacher, so I’m going to be the star student.” The blonde child would brag, leaving the other kids both excited and jealous. Prosciutto would sit him down later that day and tell him how he shouldn’t tell your students that you had favorites.

Formaggio 

When you and Formaggio got engaged, you both decided to tell Massimo when the weekend rolled around so you could do it over a picnic at the park. Massimo jumped up and down with joy when he heard the news, launching himself into your arms like a torpedo for the biggest hug he could give you. He’d tell everyone in class all about how you and his daddy are getting married and how you’re all going to live together, even saying he hoped for another sibling. Massimo would make it his mission to make your engagement the talk of the town, telling strangers, neighbors, his football friends and coach, even animals he saw on the street.

Ghiaccio 

Chances are that Ghiaccio sat down and talked to Amelia about it before he proposed to you, asking her for her blessing and what she thought about it. Of course, Amelia was quick to tell him that he should do it, wanting the three of you to go skating so he could propose on the ice. After the engagement was made official, Amelia would go out of her way around the house to make it feel more like home to you, helping you move in by carrying all the small and light items she could. She was happy to have someone else around the house besides her sometimes emotionally constipated father.

Melone

Melone decided to propose after seeing how much you genuinely cared about him and Guilio, knowing that he couldn’t imagine life without you. Guilio would be the first to know about your proposal and immediately ask what kind of cake there would be at the wedding before actually congratulating you. The boy would mention it offhandedly to his classmates, seeing as he had more urgent business to do like catching a bug that got in through the open classroom window. Truthfully he didn’t see it as a big deal because he always believed that you were going to marry his dad.

Pesci

Idalia wouldn’t know about the engagement immediately, so when she saw the ring she’d stare up at you with those big eyes as she tried to not cry. Though that didn’t last long before the little brunette was bawling her eyes out at your feet, crying and only managing out gibberish through her tears. “You can’t get married!” The little girl would sob in front of her classmates as you picked her up, trying to wipe the tears from her face and begin to explain to her that it was her dad you were engaged to.

Illuso 

Illuso proposed to you in front of your students during a field trip to the beach, all of your students cheered and watched in excitement as Illuso dramatically planned. When you said yes, the first thing to happen was Matteo running in between you two and clinging to you, taking the spotlight away from his father. The two of you couldn’t even kiss before Matteo was holding onto you and refusing to let go, nearly ignoring Illuso completely out of the excitement of you being his new parent.

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Can you do more single La Squadra dads and reader teacher. Like they go out together finally and their is istantly like "is miss (__) my new mom?!". Please 😭 I really liked what you posted earlier. 😵

Single Dad La Squadra x Teacher Reader’s First Date

TW: Mentions of marriage, bugs, children, food

AN: Something I put together this evening

Risotto

You were a bit surprised when the tall and somewhat intimidating man asked you to go on a date with him during pickup on Friday, but you agreed to go out with Risotto when he said that the three of you could go to the park then lunch afterwards. It was nearly impossible to say no with Eloisa staring at you with her big eyes as Risotto carried her to the car on his hip. That is how you ended up sitting at the table by the window of the local restaurant in your neighborhood. It was a spot across the street from the park that you’d been to a few times, and apparently Eloisa loved it

“Am I your favorite student?” Eloisa would ask you as she sipped her juice in her seat next you, swinging her legs while she stared at you with her wide brown eyes. “I won’t tell anybody.” She promised, earning a chuckle from her father who was currently cutting her sandwich into triangles. “That’s not a polite thing to ask.” Risotto told her with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. The four year old would only hum in response before looking to Risotto and asking, “Is Ms/r. __  my new mommy?”

Risotto nearly dropped the knife he was using to cut the sandwich as he tried his best not to look flustered at the question, even clearing his throat awkwardly while you sheepishly but quickly shook your head at her question. “No, we’re just friends mimmo.” He told his daughter who seemed disappointed with the news before asking another question. “Papa, can you two get married?” Oh boy…

Prosciutto

It was sweet of Francesco to invite you to his trip to the zoo with his father, having made you a formal invitation letter that was written in color pencil and put in a pink envelope that had your name on it. There was no doubt that Prosciutto wrote it considering the amazing penmanship on the wax sealed letter, and Francesco looked so proud of it as he handed it to you. You simply couldn’t say no with the way the boy began to express how much he wanted you there with him and his father.

It was early on a Saturday morning when you’d arrived to see Prosciutto waiting at the gate with his son’s hand in his, both of them politely greeting you before you went in. It was an amazing trip with the surprisingly calm five year old telling you what he knew about the animals the three of you stopped to see. Prosciutto was sure to be attentive to all that the five year old had to say, nodding along and asking the occasional question which Francesco loved to answer.

When the three of you decided to get shaved ice and sit down at one of the benches, Francesco was quick to lean into your side as he enjoyed the cold treat that helped him battle the humidity. “Are you my new mommy?” The blonde boy asked, looking up at you with blue syrup now coloring his lips. “No.” Prosciutto answered as he got a napkin and wiped his son’s face gingerly. “That’s okay though, because you still get to see her everyday.” He explained to the five year old who seemed less than happy with this news. “I want them to be my mommy.” Francesco said after a while, seeming as though he’d already decided your fate.

Formaggio

Formaggio actually called you in the middle of the school day to invite you to Massimo’s football game after school today, telling you about how the boy seemed to keep asking him to invite you nonstop. You believed him though because Massimo himself was buzzing in excitement of his game all day, occasionally interrupting class to remind his fellow students that he was going to win his football game today.

When the time came for you to come to the game, you found Formaggio and Massimo with ease since Formaggio was the only parent there with a painted face. Massimo was getting a pep talk as you made it over to the two with a smile, though Massimo saw you first and ran to hug your legs. “If I win this game, you have to marry daddy! Okay?” The tiny redhead said, flustering you while Formaggio only laughed at this.

You didn’t have much time to respond to this before the four year old ran out to the field, leaving you with Formaggio who looked at you with a grin, one that looked just like the one Massimo would give you when you caught him doing something in class. “We can talk about marriage some other time, let’s get through the game first.” He joked as you both went to find somewhere to sit.

Ghiaccio

Amelia was heartbroken on the day she had to leave early, devastated even. She didn’t want to let you go but when Ghiaccio offered his daughter the possibility of seeing her favorite teacher outside of school, she was a lot more compliant. With that promise, Ghiaccio had called later that day to ask if you’d like to come over for dinner, and how could you say no?

So, that evening you had arrived in a fresh outfit, deciding to wear blue since it was Amelia’s favorite color. When you knocked on the door, Ghiaccio was there with Amelia standing at his side, staring up at you with stars in her eyes as you were invited in. He’d ask you to take off your shoes as you got a good look at his very neat living room and dining room, the whole house smelling sterile almost like a doctor’s office but minty.

Ghiaccio would go to finish making dinner in the kitchen while Amelia dragged you into the living room, sitting you on the couch before turning on the tv and climbing into the spot next to you. She’d insist on you watching figure skating with her since it was her favorite thing to talk about at school, unbeknownst to her, Ghiaccio made his way to check in on the both of you in time to ask you a question. “Are you my new mommy? I really want you to be.” The question left his face red in embarrassment as he put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Tesoro, it’s time to eat! Let’s stop asking questions!” Ghiaccio would say, his glasses a bit fogged up from how hot his face was.

Melone

It was no secret that Guilio loved bugs of all kinds, especially because he always talked about them if he wasn’t talking about candy. There were a few times, much to your dismay and possible fear, the boy would bring them in from recess in his pockets.You’ll never forget the time he walked to your desk and stared you in the face as he wordlessly dropped a praying mantis on your desk.

So, you weren’t surprised in the slightest to hear about his plans to go to the bug museum this weekend with his father. However, you were surprised when the boy’s father came to the classroom to extend an invitation to you personally, which you decided to accept when the boy begged you from behind his father’s legs.

Your little adventure to the bug museum with Melone and Guilio was surprisingly pleasant, even for someone who isn't fond of bugs. It was sweet to see the blonde boy so excited at the exhibits before he stopped at one and looked at you and Melone. “Can my teacher be my new mommy? It’s okay, she won’t eat you.” Guilio asked his father with hopeful eyes. Melone only chuckled and looked at you, “Maybe some time in the future, let’s discuss it after we see get something to eat.” He said, shooting you a wink.

Pesci

Idelia was without a doubt the shyest of students you’ve ever had, but she adored you and always wanted an excuse to be around you. Something you learned about her was that her favorite drink was hot chocolate, so one morning you’d decided to bring her some. Not long after, Pesci came back with the intention of repaying your kindness. So with some stuttering and general bashfulness, he asked if you’d like to come with them to the aquarium.

It turns out the two often went to the local aquarium, it was their favorite place to spend time together, so you were honored to be invited. So, that day after you got off of work the three of you headed out for the aquarium. During the car ride it was nice to see the girl talking more, telling her father all about the day you spent together.

After arriving at the aquarium, Idelia would immediately grab both of your hands and walk between the both of you so she could pull you to her favorite exhibit. You were led to the octopus exhibit and watched as her eyes lit up with excitement, pulling away to point at the octopus who sat by the glass. “This is Harry, I tell him all about how I wish you two would get married. Also, how I wish you would be my mommy.” Idelia would tell you basfully as her Pesci’s face burned with embarrassment. “How about we keep that between us?” He suggested softly, now looking away from you as he crouched beside his daughter.

Illuso

An arrogant man with a son who was a bit cocky, but not arrogant like his father, Illuso thought he was irresistible. So, he sent Matteo in with a note asking if you wanted to go out with him, having boxes to check with the options “yes” and “yes please”. You had half the mind to write no until Matteo spoke up with, “He likes you a lot.” which earned a sigh and check mark in the “yes” box.

When the time rolled around for your date, he had brought Matteo and explained to you that this date would be the three of you getting dinner at a rather expensive restaurant. He’d insist that Matteo wanted to go to this specific restaurant but you knew this was really about them trying to impress you which was a bit cute.

After you two got there and watched Matteo confidently order “pasghetti”, you two ordered before Matteo was quick to blurt out, “I want Ms/r. __ to be my new mommy!” to interrupt the silence. You truly can’t tell if Illuso put this child up to this or not, but were leaning toward yes when the tall man looked at you and winked. “If they play their cards right, they just might be.”

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Single Dad La Squadra X Teacher Reader

AN: Just a little snippet, thinking about turning this into something more but I’m not sure. If you want more, please let me know.

TW: Kids, parenting, mentions of bullying

Risotto

He has a daughter, her name is Eloisa and she’s four years old, she’s got curly white hair and mischievous brown eyes. Her skin is a beautiful mahogany color that contrasts her pale hair and white teeth. Eloisa looks a lot like her father, having his nose and being able to give some scary looks to the other kindergarteners.

Risotto somehow raised quite the chatterbox who loves to come over to your desk whenever it’s time to play, pulling up a seat beside you to tell you about what she had for breakfast that day. She’s very verbal and good at expressing her feelings through words, but she’s also a little too smart for her own good at times.

Eloisa has an extensive vocabulary for a four year old, so you have to pay attention to a lot of the things she says to her fellow classmates. There were a couple times she’d been caught telling another child that they “need to stop talking so much about things I don’t care about or I won’t play with you.”

As her teacher, you probably felt that you should call her father in to talk about this since it’s become quite common for her to make your other students cry. So, you call the man and ask him for a parent teacher meeting during lunch to tell him.

Risotto was very open to what you had to say as far as Eloisa’s behavior and how she speaks to people, even asking a few questions about what he could do to improve. He’s a very involved parent but also does his best to give his daughter enough room to be able to be independent.

Overall, a very supportive dad who now makes it a habit to come and see you everyday during pick up to ask you about his daughter and what she’s been learning. If you didn’t know any better you’d think the man enjoyed talking to you every day.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto has a son named Francesco who he is very proud of, the boy being five years old with better manners than most kids his age. He’d have the biggest emerald green eyes and neatest blonde hair that he often wore slicked back with a side part, almost looking like a little business man.

Francesco is the only kid you know who wears sock garters and he seems very proud of the fact, not to mention he’d always make sure they matched his dress shorts and sweater vests. If he wasn’t busy ensuring he looked his best he was participating in class, raising his hand whenever he knew the answer to something.

Other times he was raising his hand to ask if he could help you by passing out papers, pencils, candies, or leading the class line. His favorite thing to do was to help you take attendance in the morning since he was always sure to get there first.

There were quite a few early mornings with you greeting Francesco and his father while you poured your coffee/tea in preparation for the day of education you had ahead of you. Whenever Prosciutto does manage to get coffee before arriving he is always sure to bring you a cup of your favorite.

The three of you had grown fairly close considering the five year old seemed to insist upon it, all but strong arming his father into wiping down the tiny desks while you wiped down the seat. You and Prosciutto would often talk during the time, it was always simple things but the company was still appreciated on both ends.

Formaggio

Formaggio has a son named Massimo because he literally thinks his son thing is the best thing to happen since Italy itself. Massimo is four and three quarters and he will never let you forget the three quarters, he has his dad’s bright orange hair but his eyes are brown. He keeps his hair long and usually has his father put it in a bun.

Massimo is a very energetic child who will try to turn anything round into a football, and he unfortunately got a hold of your globe one day. Sometimes you have to sit him at your desk and explain to him that football is an outside game that involves willing participants.

If he ever gets too quiet during class, you find yourself looking over to his desk to see if he was still there or if he decided to sneak into another classroom like he’s done before. As much as he may need supervision, he’s still a sweet kid who just has a little too much energy.

Massimo is always going out of his way to make sure none of his classmates ever feel excluded, he’ll always ask them to play a game with him, or draw, or play with building blocks. While he may be the class clown for his goofy antics, all the students love him.

Formaggio gets a lot of calls from you to the point where it feels like casual conversations with a friend at this point but he’s always sure to be attentive of Massimo and his feelings, behaviors, and education. He wants his son happy and safe above all else.

Ghiaccio

I hate to say it but Ghiaccio one hundred percent has a kid who is allergic to everything, there’s never a day where poor Amelia isn’t sneezing. The girl has tight curls in her black hair and the prettiest bright brown eyes, but there’s no doubt she’s his daughter because she has his features.

The five year old is always wearing a medical mask to class so she doesn’t breathe in pollen, dust, or spread any germs. Amelia also wears a small crossbody bag with all of her medicines that she has to take constantly during the day, and she never lets you forget them either.

Ghiaccio sends her to school with a list of her medicines, medicine times, foods she can eat, food allergies, and numbers to call. He even calls at least once a day to check in to see how she’s doing, sometimes picking her up early if her allergies are bad enough.

Despite her allergies, the girl loves to socialize and talk with her classmates all day, even during lessons. Sometimes she’ll raise her hand in the middle of a lesson just to talk about sports or car things she learned from her dad.

Amelia is very popular and loved among the students and staff, but she does have the occasional tantrum. It’s usually when she has to go home early because she wants to stay and have fun at school with her friends, she’ll sometimes cling to your leg while Ghiaccio tries to explain to her that it’s time to go home.

Melone

Melone would have a son named Guilio, he’s four years old with long blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. He’d be very sweet and kind, though very sensitive as well as small for his age.

Guilio’s favorite thing in the world is candy and he always brings quite a lot to school which he usually ends up sharing among his friends in the classroom. The biggest problem with this is that there are usually wrappers and sticky hands everywhere, not to mention the kids bouncing off the walls.

There have been times where Melone has been called since his son keeps bringing candy to school, which can be a problem if done enough times and it has. The man will insist he has no idea how Guilio keeps sneaking candy to school since he checks his bag every morning.

When not going overboard on sweets and bouncing off the walls, the boy is very diligent when it comes time to do some school work and learning. Guilio has never failed to turn in an assignment before and even asks for the ones he missed when he wasn’t at school.

Melone is fairly involved, sitting down with him at home and going over everything he learned in school. Sometimes he’ll even call you ahead of time to ask for the weekly lesson plan so he can go over it at home and see if he thinks it’s adequate.

Pesci

First of all, Pesci has a daughter whom he loves dearly and she thinks the world of her father. Idalia is her name and she just turned four and a half, she insisted on celebrating the half birthday with a cupcake. She has the prettiest green eyes and short brown hair she likes to wear in a pixie cut with cute hair clips.

He brings her in every morning and takes the time to have a conversation with you while the shy girl puts her things in her cubby and walks back to cling to his leg. Every morning it was “Dad, don’t go, stay and play with us.” By “us” Idelia usually meant you and her.

After prying her away from her father, she’d become your shadow for the day and hide behind you, you usually had to encourage her to play with her classmates so she could make friends. During recess is when she’d glue herself to your side and really double down on not playing with the other kids.

Idelia’s favorite thing to do in class was draw, color, paint, anything to do with art. She would always proudly hold up her creations, distributing them between you and her proud father at the end of the day.

She would be the student to constantly leave handmade gifts for you, while Pesci would be the parent who brings gifts as a form of appreciation for you teaching his daughter. He’s really grateful for your patience with him and his child.

Illuso

Illuso has a son who looks like a mini version of him, the hair, the eyes, everything. Matteo even has his attitude despite barely being five, which can be a lot to handle sometimes since he thinks he’s better than his classmates.

There have been many times where you’ve had to pull him aside and sit him in the corner because of the very mean things he says when he doesn’t get what he wants. He’s even had mini tantrums.

Illuso is the type of father to send his child to school with designer clothes and ridiculously expensive things, this kid has a better phone than all the teachers. Matteo constantly flaunts his things in the faces of other children.

This father and son duo like to wear matching outfits and think of themselves as the best things on the planet, so it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to explain to Illuso that his son is having behavioral issues.

Though, Illuso is neither blind nor an idiot, so it’s possible to explain that Matteo is a good kid who just needs to be a little nicer. If delivered to him properly, he’ll thank you for the help and see what he could do to help.

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AAAAHHHHH I JUST MIGHT WRITE IT THIS EVENING 😩

Thinking about writing a single dad La Squadra au with kindergarten teacher reader, not sure if anyone is actually interested in that though. Just something that plagues my mind.

The idea of Risotto listening to his daughter go on and on about you as you help him with her carseat, him apologizing for her rambling as soon as she mentions that she wants you to marry her father. He’d be unable to stop thinking about you though, not that his daughter’s near constant mention of her day with you would help.

Prosciutto being the dad that none of the other parents really talk to, his child always arriving in the cleanest clothes with their hair done neatly. The way his child would always be polite and want to help you with everything in the classroom.

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Yandere Sorbet and Gelato x new member

Like at first they were trying to get under the new member's skin just to see how tough they really are, however after a few months they start to actually like the member. However, the member is scared of them because of all the pranks and stuff they would do to them.

Yan! Sorlato x Reader who is now scared of them

TW: Yandere, bullying, paranoia

First of all, they thought their pranks were hilarious and that you could definitely handle them. However, they weren’t too concerned if you couldn’t because then at least they could toughen you up.

Sorbet mostly did it for the fact that he didn’t like the idea of just anyone joining La Squadra and thinking that they’re hot shit or something now. They would have to prove themselves to him more than some of the other members.

Gelato did it because pranks are just something he finds humorous and he has a bad habit of pushing people to see how far he could go. He found messing with you to be something he loved to do, making it his daily entertainment.

The couple loved the idea of humiliating you in front of the others with their pranks, loving the way your eyes would get that look of despair that you tried to hide as the contents of the bucket that fell on you ruined your new outfit.

They also made a bad habit of messing with your food by putting ridiculous amounts of salt or anything that would ruin it in the dish. Then there was when they’d “accidentally” drop it while they went through the fridge.

Nothing is sacred when these two prank you, going as far as sneaking and rifling through your belongings when you weren’t around. If you have a diary or journal, it accidentally ends up in the living room for everyone to see and read through.

If Gelato is feeling mean enough, he’ll even get Sorbet to read it out loud to the other members. All your intimate thoughts and feelings being read aloud without any regard to your feelings.

Needless to say, a lot of these pranks went too far and made you borderline paranoid while you stayed at the base which you didn’t do for long seeing as you moved out less than a week after the diary incident since you couldn’t bear the idea of looking everyone else in the face.

After you’ve been gone for a while, the couple would grow bored and eventually even miss the small interactions you had when they weren’t tormenting you.

Now that you’re gone they mostly see you when there are meetings and missions, though at this point they no longer wanted to do their little pranks, it wasn’t funny anymore.

The first to take notice of how you actively avoid them whenever you’re all in a group setting is Sorbet, frowning every time you immediately take the seat farthest from them or refuse to make eye contact. That doesn’t stop the socially oblivious Gelato from approaching you however, trying to make conversation like nothing happened.

After a while of you being very short with the both of them and excusing yourself is when they both realize that you’re actually scared of them. Especially the way you flinched when Gelato put his hand on your shoulder.

It wasn’t long after that when they’d come to the realization that they both had romantic feelings toward you, the way they’d missed you, how they wanted to spend more time with you. So Gelato would probably go out of his way to make the first move, Sorbet doing so not long after.

Expect to have various flowers, love letters, and expensive gifts dropped off at your doorstep for you to find every morning. Soon enough your living room will be filled with chocolates, sweets, and gifts all the time.

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Hello, welcome to yandere Tumblr! Can I have hcs for Jotaro with a Chubby S/o with Adhd causing her to be loud? She feels insecure about her loudness because Jotaro is more into the quiet type and people around her hate how noisy she is.

Yan! Jotaro x Loud Reader with ADHD

TW: Yandere, mentions of violence, sadness

★Surprisingly, as much as Jotaro is a quiet person, your loudness has never really bothered him in the same way it would if it were anyone else. Probably simply due to the fact that he adored you and could never have enough of your voice.

★If anyone ever tried to give you shit for being loud they’d earn themselves a verbal lashing or worse, an ass kicking. Who are they to look down at you or have the audacity to be annoyed with you.

★No one, and I mean no one, talks bad about his darling and gets away with it. So that should make your worry for other people’s opinions almost nonexistent at this point out of their fear of your giant bodyguard with a mean stare.

★If he caught you being harsh on yourself he’d only roll his eyes and scoff at your behavior since to him you were perfect. Hell, Jotaro even found your loudness refreshing in a way since you showed such passion when you spoke.

★Jotaro would always feel a bit more alive when you spoke, regardless of your volume, even if you yourself didn’t like how loud you could be sometimes.

★When he can tell that you feel especially bad, he’ll silently wrap his arms around your soft body and rest his chin on your head with a soft mumble of “Why are you so quiet?” that to others would sound grumpy but you’d know that was about as gentle as he could ask you.

★“Talk to me about your day like you usually do, you’re being so damn weird for no reason.” He’d scoff, trying to act like he wasn’t just trying to get you to speak again because whenever you do speak it’s like something in him lights up.

★Jotaro may be a little rough around the edges, but it wasn’t hard at all to see that he loved and adored you beyond the shadow of a doubt. He loved being able to come home to you talking about something you found interesting, or whatever animal you saw on the street today, or even the damn laundry you never got around to doing.

★He loved you and your loudness, as well as the way your soft body would make a great pillow for him to lay on.

★Your loudness brought something into his life that he didn’t even know he couldn’t live without until he met you.

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Jealous rohan scenario?

Jealous Rohan

TW: Mentions of jealousy, bullying, manipulation, inappropriate use of stands

It wasn’t hard to make Rohan jealous, though he’d never admit that and probably even shoot you a dirty look if you had the nerve to say it along with insistent denial. Possibly insults if he was annoyed enough with you.

Should you ever give him a reason to be jealous, he’d end up giving you the cold shoulder for a while, flat out ignoring you and even giving you a roll of the eyes if you insisted on speaking to him.

While ignoring you, however brief that is, he’d go bother whoever helped you make him jealous. This would probably be something he ended up dragging Koichi into, stealing the man's wallet, tripping him, even going as far as trying to ruin his reputation among the town.

You’d be delusional if you think the king of pettiness, Rohan Kishibe, wouldn’t do these things. He’d be so determined to ruin this random man’s day for having the nerve to flirt with you.

Anyone who even doubts for a moment that he wouldn’t use his stand to help him ruin things for this man is sorely mistaken, and after a long day of ensuring that the man was miserable as well as never willing to talk to you again, he’d come back to you.

Rohan would invite you over to his house where he’d make you tea and get you comfortable before asking for an apology with the most annoyingly smug look on his face.

He never thought for a moment to even think about considering the fact that maybe he could possibly be just a little mistaken in this situation, because to him he never could be. So, he doesn’t know why you insist on playing dumb and giving him that look while he expains what he did.

“Just stop being so prideful for a second and apologize, you know you were wrong just as much as I know. What do you mean I’m overreacting?” “No, I don’t think that I should undo all of the things that I did.” “Why? Because he should know better than to flirt with you in front of me.”

If you keep going back and forth with him, refusing to apologize and move past it he wouldn’t hesitate to use Heaven’s Door on you to make you feel bad and apologize or just forget the whole thing altogether.

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Thinking about writing a single dad La Squadra au with kindergarten teacher reader, not sure if anyone is actually interested in that though. Just something that plagues my mind.

The idea of Risotto listening to his daughter go on and on about you as you help him with her carseat, him apologizing for her rambling as soon as she mentions that she wants you to marry her father. He’d be unable to stop thinking about you though, not that his daughter’s near constant mention of her day with you would help.

Prosciutto being the dad that none of the other parents really talk to, his child always arriving in the cleanest clothes with their hair done neatly. The way his child would always be polite and want to help you with everything in the classroom.

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Hello, so glad that I found another yandere jjba blog, your writing is great, keep up the good work 🥰

Also can I request jealous yandere Kakyoin please, thank you ❤️

A/N: Sorry this took so long to answer. DO NOT REPOST.

Tw: Implied violence, obsession, jealousy

Jealous Yan! Kakyoin

❤Kakyoin would probably be a friend of yours, with plans to confess to you eventually but it was a lot of planning on his end. He wanted it to be romantic and something to remember for the both of you.

❤The both of you would already spend a lot of time together hanging out, his favorite place to take you was the arcade and to get street food afterward. During the hotter seasons the both of you spend time at his house with ice cream or shaved ice.

❤The redhead adored you and the time you two spent together without a doubt, every thought he had throughout the day revolved around you. Kakyoin would wake up and have the energy to get out of bed because all he could think about was seeing your smiling face.

❤You could only imagine the way his smile fell off his face when you had called him to let him know that you had plans that night. “Okay, no worries. We can do something else.” Was his response, trying to wave it off for his own sake.

❤That night that rolled around left Kakyoin awake in his room at his desk, his chin resting on his palm as he drew you from memory, not even having to look at your shared photos he kept on his desk. His mind thinking about what you could possibly be doing without him.

❤When the next day came, he’d call you to come over for breakfast. As soon as you got there he wouldn’t be able to keep his curiosity to himself, asking you about your night as he made breakfast on the stove.

❤Kakyoin nearly broke the pan he was using when he heard that you went on a date last night. He’d continue to prepare the meal as he asked questions about your date, one of them being their name and where they worked.

❤As soon as Kakyoin had the time, he would pay your date a visit before they had the chance to steal you from him again. He knew you’d be upset about your date “ghosting” you, but it’s okay because he’d be there to comfort you.

❤Not long after he does the proper steps to get rid of that pathetic excuse you’d call a potential “partner”, Kakyoin would build up the courage to go through with his confession to you.

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What are some headcannons for a yandere Jotaro?

And also welcome! 🥳

Yan! Jotaro Headcanons (pt 4)

TW: Yandere themes, jealousy, mentions of killing, manipulation

A/N: I'll be doing my other requests soon and requests are always open

★In his time that he spent in egypt and the time well after that, Jotaro had matured. He’d blossomed into a man of diligence and patience, no longer the reckless, angsty teen he once was. It was entirely possible that his newfound maturity could be due to his trauma.

★Jotaro had been in Morioh no more than a week before he met you, a friend and neighbor of his delinquent uncle that somehow got roped into this hunt for a serial killer. Though it was made a bit more complicated to have you around due to your lack of a stand, you still managed to prove you weren’t naive in all of this.

★Despite not immediately being the fondest of you in the beginning, Jotaro wouldn’t be able to stop the uncharacteristic desire of his to be around you constantly.

★He’d reason with himself at first, telling himself that he would feel bad leaving you vulnerable while hunting down a killer, which is what led him to coming over to your home in the mornings. Jotaro made a habit of showing up with two coffees in hand and any leads he had in his bag.

★Most of the time he spent in the small town was with you, even sleeping over on your couch some nights after “accidentally” staying too late into the evening. He found the idea of anything happening to you plaguing his mind constantly, upsetting him more than he’d care to admit.

★When the others began to tease the tired man about you is when Jotaro would even consider the possibility that he had romantic feelings toward you, much to his dismay. Ever the stoic, stone faced man he realized that you probably didn’t have that idea about him.

★Though, now that it was on his mind he began to wonder if you ever would have feelings for him or how you’d react to a confession from him. Not that he wanted to give one in the first place, but in the event that he did it would be short and to the point.

★Jotaro probably even begins to get jealous in some instances of you going somewhere or doing something without him. He’d begin to follow you, not even bothering to hide the fact either since there was a low chance of anyone confronting him for it and that he could simply say it’s to keep you safe. Which isn’t a lie.

★Even after Kira is caught, he’d still cling to you like glue no matter what you said. Jotaro would probably even tell you to consider going with him to the states. Though, your reply wouldn’t matter to him either way since he would bring you whether you agreed or not, especially considering the resources he had to do so.

★He’d have living arrangements in place for the both of you as well as plans to introduce you to his family as his romantic partner and future spouse. Jotaro wouldn’t ask you either since he already decided that it was best for you.

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Yandere ghiacco x fem chubby reader who gets very uncomfortable at how he stares at her

TW: Yandere themes

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get around to this!

♡He probably wouldn’t even realize he was staring most of the time, when he does he has a bad habit of adjusting his glasses every few seconds. Occasionally he’ll let out a grumble of annoyance before looking away.

♡The other members of the team would tease him relentlessly, much to his dismay and irritation. Ghiaccio would end up yelling and having a fit in response, denying that he even found you existence tolerable,

♡After a while, with how uncomfortable he made you, the chances are you would start avoiding him. Turning to leave any place you saw him in before he noticed you.

♡Though, realistically, since he is a hitman he’d probably notice you first despite your attempts at sneaking away which left him confused and that left him pissed off.

♡Did his presence bother you that much or did you think you were better than him? Though the worst of his worries would be that his anger had scared you off.

♡He’d end up turning to his teammates for advice, which only got him less than a handful of common sense in response.

♡Deciding he’d confront you about it, he’d probably wait until you were alone to approach you in his usual abrasive manner.

♡That’s when he’d ask you what your problem with him was before getting the answer out of you that left him feeling somewhat bad.

♡“Why didn’t you fucking say something to me instead of being weird?!” He’d question you angrily before taking a deep breath.

♡“Just tell me when I do it, so I can stop.” Would be all that Ghiaccio tells you with aggravation in his tone.

♡He didn’t need just his eyes to watch you, since he had so many other means to do so.

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Bella Villa

A/N: Just a little something I wrote because I had caffeine. Let me know if you want the continuation of this or any ideas of your own.  DO NOT REPOST.

CW: Mentions of slight paranoia

Word count: 1.5k +

It had been half a year since the death of your beloved grandmother, the lovely and warm woman who ran her beautiful bed and breakfast in the Italian countryside, the place you spent your summers as an adolescent. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the warm sun against your face from the beautiful lunches you would have with the older woman in her well kept garden. You could even hear the love in her tone of when she would serve you another slice of cake, insisting that you “could have one more, you won’t explode” accompanied by her sweet laughter while she all but dropped an entire cake on your dessert plate. That woman was as stubborn as she was kind, and you never once doubted if she loved you or supported you. It’s almost hard to believe she’s been gone for six whole months, it certainly hasn’t been easy on you since she left you her beautiful villa along with a letter that held her wish for you to continue to run it in her absence.

With a fond sigh to yourself as you open the wooden doors while holding the now empty laundry basket from hanging the linens out to dry, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips at the memories of your grandmother. The smell of citrus and the summer breeze refreshing your somewhat tired body as you walk down the hall of the villa, all the open windows making the sheer white curtains dance from the small gusts that blew through the arched ceiling high windows. It was all so clean feeling, thanks to the productive day you had that left the floors practically shining and the walls looking as fresh as the day they were painted. Moving to the front area of the villa, with the woven laundry basket at your hip, you were met with a pair of red eyes looking you over. The owner of those eyes was tall, at least taller than six feet, his hair tied into multiple ponytails that stopped a bit past his shoulders, and a pair of sunglasses that sat atop his head.

“Buongiorno, welcome to Belle Villa, sorry if I had kept you waiting.” You apologized, quickly moving to get behind the desk by the door where you set the basket beside the heavy check in book.

The brown haired man would look you up and down for a moment before huffing a small sigh, bringing his arms to cross over his chest. “I’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes.” He said, his eyes now wandering your desk area before coming back to you with a rather unamused expression.

“I’m so sorry about that, let’s get you checked in right away.” You replied while you opened the heavy book that had been covered in a thin layer of dust since your grandmother last owned it. Flipping it open only to be met with old book smell and dust wafting in the air, you used the bookmark to go to the last page your grandmother used which showed the handwriting she used with her last guest. “Name?” You ask, picking up the pen that got solem use nowadays, the one you always kept on the desk.

“Illuso.” The man- Illuso answered as he took the sunglasses from his head and folded them, placing them on his slightly opened white button down shirt that revealed his muscular chest to the countryside sun that seemed to be ready to go down over the hills soon enough.

“Well, Illuso, we have ten rooms available and five are upstairs, with balconies. Separate balconies but they are next to each other. We have bathrooms in each room with tubs and showers.” You listed off, lightly tapping the pen against your palm as you looked at him. “How long will you be staying?” You question, grabbing the calculator from under the desk in preparation of having to convert lira.

“Why don’t I just pay for the week, let’s say, every monday?” He suggested, now digging into the pockets of his shorts that stopped at the middle of his muscular thigh and were no doubt designer. A large, colorful, rubber band wrapped stack of lira in his hand as he pulled it from his pocket, he set it on the desk beside the check in book. “This should cover meals and laundry too, you can keep everything else.” Illuso added, sliding it toward your hand.

“Thank you, sir.” You replied, taking the money and sliding it into your pocket for the time being. “Let’s find you a room and get you settled in.”  You moved from behind  the desk, moving to get his bags to carry.

“I can carry my bags.” The red eyed man assured you, gesturing with his hand for you to step away from his luxury bags as he went to grab them himself. “Here, show me the room.” Illuso insisted.

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It had been about three weeks since Illuso checked in, he was about as polite as a guest could be with an ego as large as his and he was never late with a payment which you were thankful for. You didn’t have to continue dipping into your savings to keep the villa up and running, not to mention you didn’t mind the company during meals or the small conversations throughout the day. Illuso was an interesting man to say the least, maybe it was the novels you read in your bed at night or the lack of company from living out in the country, but something about Illuso made him feel almost dark and mysterious. You’d probably cringe if you ever said that outloud, even to yourself, but it was true that the man was anything but plain.

Currently, you were placing banana and strawberry slices on the crepes you just got out of the hot pan, handling the fruit with care while trying to find the perfect placement for it. Setting down the last banana slice before folding the crepe over, you grabbed the chocolate syrup from the counter and drizzled it over the now beautiful breakfast food. Picking the plate up along with the one you had prepared earlier, you carried them out to the dining room table where your guest sat with the latte you prepared for him before you started on the meal. You set one of the plates down in front of the man who’d decided to wear his long hair down today before setting the other in front of your own seat which was a few chairs down from him.

“You look tired.” You commented as you took a seat and scoot your chair in, causing the brunette man to shoot you a look that seemed angry but lacked any actual annoyance.

“I was up late with work.”  The Italian man muttered while holding the coffee cup to his lips before taking a sip and setting it down beside his plate, now picking up the fork and butterknife beside it. “Crepes?” Illuso said to himself quietly before cutting into them and looking at you.

“Do you not like crepes? I wanted to try something new.” You asked as you began to dig into your own breakfast, humming in satisfaction when you tasted the product of your work in the kitchen. It wasn’t the first time he’d stared at you and you didn’t particularly mind when he did but the weird thing was that sometimes it felt like he was still staring at you when you knew he was in his room. “Work though, you hardly ever leave. How does that work?’’

Illuso simply shrugged as he took the first bite of his own food, now looking away from you and turning his attention to the open window where you could see the garden. “I use my laptop and cellphone, I don’t have to go anywhere unless there’s a meeting.” He said before going to take another bite. “I actually recommended your villa to an associate of mine, he said he’ll come up here next week.” He mentioned, which quickly caught your attention.

Another guest? Would they be staying as long as Illuso? Hopefully they weren’t difficult, that did mean you’d have to go into town again this week for more groceries though, and check to see if you had enough cleaning supplies, not to mention more laundry would have to be done in addition to Illuso’s. It also wouldn’t hurt to get some lawn care done before the new guest got here.

“I appreciate the recommendation, I could always use more business.” You promptly thanked him with a nod of your head despite gently chewing on your lip. Truthfully this place didn’t have too much profit even years before your grandmother passed so it was practically a miracle that you could still do something with it now. Illuso who was now just about done with his crepes hummed his sleepy acknowledgement before a buzzing was heard from his pocket, causing him to stand up without a second thought and set his utensils down. “Excuse me, work. Thanks for the breakfast, I’ll be in my room.” He said, reaching into his pocket to grab the flip phone and open it. “What’s up, boss?” Illuso asked after bringing it to his ear, taking large strides out of the dining room.

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fluffy scenario with yandere pesci x fem reader who had goldfishs as a pet and name them as alphabets, for example "Pesci, meet my goldfishs. A B C D E.." and she loves goldfishs more than him.🐠🐠🐠

(Just a small drabble)

TW: Insecurity, slight obsession

Fish, fishing, marine life, and the ecosystem around it have always been something Pesci was passionate about, finding all of it to be absolutely fascinating so you could imagine his pleasant surprise when you introduced him to your goldfish. He found it adorable that you decided to name them after the alphabet and could tell them apart, since they all did look quite alike. The fact that you seemed so passionate about taking good care of them only made him find you more endearing, almost angelic to him.

“Now, you have to keep an eye on C, he likes to steal the food the others go for.” You explained as you pointed at the greedy goldfish who somehow looked guilty.

“It’s amazing how clean this tank is.” Pesci said, admiring the large tank in your living room while he bashfully tapped his finger against the glass of milk he sipped from, being in your home was enough to make the tips of his ears pink despite having been there many a time.

“Oh yeah, I use this amazing filtration system I got from that pet store. You know, the family owned one.” You’d beam proudly, happy that he seemed to take such an interest in your fish.

He’d nod his head, listening and trying to recall if he remembered the store you were talking about, staring at you with an almost goofy smile despite the butterflies in his stomach. Pesci admired the dedication you had, which only led him to imagine the dedication you could’ve possibly had for him if given the chance. He was in the mafia, but loved the domesticity of the way you took diligent care for the fish and how you loved them, it almost made him jealous. Hell, it did make him a little jealous of the attention and care they received from you.

They got to see you each and every day, watch you do your daily routine from their lovely tank, know that every day there was a guarantee that you’d be there for them. If only there was a guarantee that you'll always adore and love him the way he loved you, but he always had the anxiety in the back of his mind that he’d never mean more to you than your goldfish.

“You know, I was thinking of getting another fish. Would you be interested in coming with me tomorrow?” You asked, snapping Pesci out of his daze and getting a quick nod out of him. “I know it’s not in alphabetical order but we could name him P, for Pesci Junior.” The suggestion leaves your mouth as you reach out and take Pesci’s empty hand in yours.

“Yes, I would like that very much, actually.” Pesci said, carefully lacing his warm fingers through yours as he took your hand in return. He was undeniably flustered, and the pink tint on his face only made it more obvious. “Pesci Junior.” He repeated softly, a smile gracing his lips.

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Welcome to yandere tumblr! So excited to see you here!

If I may request… Could you do Yandere Pillarmen with how they’d court a human s/o?

Yandere! Pillarmen courting a human

CW: Yandere, pressuring, obsession, stalking if you squint

Kars

Ever the being for lavish things, Kars’ idea of courting would be to shower you with luxuries. These would mostly consist of fine clothing and jewelry, sometimes sweet but expensive trinkets that would make him think of you. Since he’s also fairly busy as it is, he can’t always be the one to deliver these gifts to you, so he relies on the others to bring said offerings that sometimes came with handwritten letters by yours truly. It mostly be him telling you that he understands how disappointed you must be from not being able to see him as much as your heart desires. When he’s feeling especially sweet, he’ll get you the best quality sweets you could think to ask for whether it be pastries, chocolates, candies, cakes, or something you hadn’t heard of before.

Kars would believe you want him back, whether it’s true or not, because I see him as the somewhat delusional type. Even if you tell him that you don’t want him to his face- if you’re that bold that is, he’d downright deny it like it was his own truth to tell. He’d have to explain to you for what probably wasn’t the first time, that you do want him but you simply think too little of yourself to actually admit that you want him just as much as he wants you and he simply would not have that. All you ever have to do while with him is to accept the gifts and praise he gives you while following his rules. It couldn’t possibly be that hard, especially when he deems you fit to be at his side for the rest of eternity.

Esidisi

Being a man comfortable in his own emotions and abilities, Esidisi is more straightforward and heartfelt in his approach with you. He would likely tell you that he loves you the moment he feels like he does, making it a rather long and tearful confession that he tells you he needs no response to, insisting that you give him the time to make you fall for him. His love language is words of affirmation, quality time, and physical touch, he’s also a hopeless romantic. He absolutely thinks about the most corny scenarios involving you when he’s doing something, even talking to himself and practicing lines to use on you. So  whenever he spends time with you, probably forcing some awkward hand holding, he’d jump at any opportunity to say something corny.

He’d all but force you onto dates with him, lots of them being in the woods or some other places in nature, his favorite being picnics in open fields on nights where the moon is especially bright. Under the moon, he’d go on and on about how much as well as why he adores you, it was borderline spoken poetry with how these confessions of his love would leave his lips rhythmically. Should you ever try to shut these feelings down and tell him that you’re not interested, he’d get misty eyed and beg you for more time, just a little more, to prove to you that he could be everything you could ever need. Esidisi simply wouldn’t give you the chance to reject his love for you, he is what’s best for you.

Wamuu

Wamuu was always a loyal and dutiful being, and to you he would be no different after he began to concern himself with your safety. After coming to the realization of just how much he cherished you and needed you, almost as much as he did Kars. your health soon became one of his top priorities. Having decided that, he soon made himself a part of your life like your own personal guard dog. He’d always have an eye on you out of the fear that you might one day step into his shadow, Wammu seldom left you to your own devices. You now weren’t let out of the house by yourself, or at night, and especially not by yourself at night.

Truthfully, he wanted to be more than your personal guard and he made sure to let you know, he wanted to be your lover but he didn’t need to. However, that would never change his feelings or desire to protect you and keep you as safe as possible. It would get to the point that he would end up micromanaging certain aspects of your life like if your breakfast had enough vitamins, if you were getting enough sleep, how much time you spent in front of screens, anything that could negatively affect your health. That would be until Kars presented him with the option of making you something more immortal.