joestarssluttybunny

[joestarssluttybunny]

Giorno Giovanna with a Reader who can see ghosts!

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summary -> the reader gained a stand that allows them to see and speak to ghosts when they were young, and was soon recruited into the bucciarati gang. there, they instantly clicked with giorno, who was in awe of their stand. this fic shows the story of how the two of them grew closer, and how to cope together after the trauma with diavalo.

characters -> all members of the bucciarati gang, (abbachio plays a large role), gender neutral reader.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> i’m so sorry but tumblr didn’t let me respond to the recommendation so i took a screenshot and added it at the top! but thank you so much for this rec as golden wind is my all time favourite part so i got a bit carried away whilst writing this 😭 giorno is my absolute favourite, so i hope this is similar to what you were imagining! i have another bucciarati gang fic to write next and then a rohan one :)

wc -> 4.2k.

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you had developed your stand ability to see ghosts after a tragic car accident when you were 10, losing both of your parents in the collision and simultaneously causing your vision to be heavily damaged for some time. however, you were unaware of your parents passing until 2 weeks later. you had been communicating with them perfectly? you had been unable to touch them due to all of the injuries you had sustained, but you’d spoken to them. you’d seen them. so they weren’t dead? but upon seeing their graves, you knew that this was much more serious than you’d first thought.

reflecting on that 2 weeks that you’d spent in the hospital, you had seen many people with all sorts of injuries that made you question how on earth they were still alive. people cut in half, people with gaping holes in their body yet no blood, people with slit throats that could still speak impeccably. so how were they still standing? never mind the hoards of people in the cemetery. it wasn’t until your vision had returned to normal; when you noticed a small fuzzy aura around all of these injured people, including your parents. that’s when it clicked. these people weren’t alive at all.

you tried to alarm people, but they would just say ‘ghosts aren’t real!’, ‘you hit your head hard in the crash!’, or ‘it’s just ptsd!’. but you knew. so, you suffered in silence. you thought that this was going to be your life forever- having to live with the ability to see people that haven’t taken a real breath for years, if not decades. you had been in and out of psychiatric wards ever since then as you’d been slowly driving yourself what you’d been told was ‘crazy’, but you knew it was always something deeper than that.

that was until you turned 14, when a tall man with a striking navy blue bob came to speak to you, introducing himself as ‘bruno bucciarati’. he spent a long time describing to you what a ‘stand’ was, and how he believed that you had gained a stand that allowed you to see ghosts after the accident that involved losing the only family you’d ever known, causing you to fall through the cracks of society and end you up in wards for your entire childhood. so, he offered you a place in his on-growing gang, apart of the italian capo. at this point, with the amount of abuse you had faced over the past 4 years of your life you joined in a heart beat. maybe it was his calming demeanour and trustworthy tone, but he had signed you out of your ward as your new protector and that very same day you were introduced to your new family.

of course, you did face some inner conflict- but the way that all of these new people treated you had cured any worries that you had; and you knew that if your special ability could be used to help children have a much better childhood than you did you, were more than happy to put your life on the line.

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a whole year had passed since you had joined bucciarati’s gang, you now being 15 years old and you couldn’t have been more happier. of course you had your parents blessing, who would always be there for you even if it was only in spirit. you instantly clicked with a boy named narancia, and the tall handsome abbachio always had a sweet spot for you; looking out for you as if he himself was your parent.

you were having your normal lunch together with the gang in Libeccio, when all of a sudden bruno had brought back a new recruit for the gang. the moment you laid eyes on his perfectly curled blonde hair and striking magenta suit, you felt emotions that you’d never experienced before. it was strange how quickly you felt attracted towards this boy; maybe it was just his stunning looks, or how softly he introduced himself to you, or how perfectly he handled the groups harsh intolerance towards him, or how… the list could go on. but of course, you made yourself look like a massive tit in front of him during your first impression.

one of your friends (a ghost), a young 7 year old girl who often came to chat to you when you were at Libeccio was stood behind you. she kept giggling to herself and whispering behind your back and into your ear about how she can sense you blushing from here.

“stop it, no i am not!” you quickly scolded her, turning your full body around to address her. this happened multiple times, with you having to look her dead in the eye as you would try and use a serious tone whilst saying;

“i don’t like him, ive only just met him!”

“just because he’s cute doesn’t mean i want to marry him!”

“he has good hair, can you blame me?!”.

you were in too much of a bliss to pick up on his confused yet concerned glare, before he asked,

“sorry, but are you schizophrenic?” giorno addressed you with a puzzled glare, and my god did your face turn even more red than it already was. maybe you’d been speaking too loudly, maybe you’d made yourself look too eager, or maybe you’d just been fully turning around to talk to what looked like was just the wall behind you. you stuttered and stuttered and stuttered, before panicky shooting a look towards bucciarati. forever being your back up man, he instantly covered you.

“no, giorno. everyone in this gang has a stand, just like you. y/n’s allows them to see and communicate with ghosts. that means that we can receive messages from the deceased; and also track down their murders.” he says calmly, and you almost bowed down to thank him there and then.

“oh, right. that’s really cool, y/n.” giorno states, and you could only blush more and nod your head in his direction as you acknowledge his praise.

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weeks had passed since giorno had joined the gang, and you had been getting to know one another more and more as the days passed. you’d warmed to eachother insanely quickly, a lot more than he had with abbachio. sometimes you’d just stare at giorno’s beauty, and of course you could sense him doing the exact same when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

giorno always found it adorable how kindly you spoke to the ghosts that only you could see, and even tho he couldn’t see them himself, most of the time he knew when you were talking to one due to the tone that you used towards them. he had always appreciated how respectful you were towards the ghosts, as he knew that you wanted to give them the most peaceful rest they could have and allow them to flourish in their past life. however, that didn’t stop him from listening into your conversations and imagining that it was him you would spend so much time chit chatting away to.

one time, you had ran into one of the ghosts that you regularly talk to, and being the causal flirt that you were you had complimented him.

“hello! you’re looking very handsome today!” you beamed in the male ghosts direction, who just so happened to be standing ever so slightly to the left of giorno- who’s face flashed a shade of crimson.

“t-thank you, you look stunning every day.” giorno had complimented back before the ghost even had a chance, as he couldn’t tell that you were actually looking to the side of him and not at him.

“o-oh.. i’m sorry, i was actually speaking to my friend.. sam..” you say slowly, trying not to offend him in any way. although, the damage had been done, and you don’t think you’d ever seen giorno’s face fall so quickly. he quickly looked around himself doing a full 360 motion, before it dawned on him.

“oh… haha.. a ghost. sorry, i-i..” he quickly stuttered in a heavily embarrassed voice.

“no! gio, i’m so sorry.. i should’ve made it more clear. but, you are a very handsome boy, don’t you worry.” you say softly but playfully, your blood rushing back to your head once you saw the genuine happy smile that crossed his face.

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later that night, you and the gang had booked a hotel to sleep in whilst on your mission to defeat the coup leader. of course, you were all in separate rooms, as bucciarati had demanded that you all gained a good nights sleep in order to make more progress tomorrow.

however, this seemed like the most impossible task he could have given you. you rolled back and forth in your bed, every position you found was physically comfortable but the mental torture in your head was keeping you awake. you couldn’t believe your interaction with giorno today, and how you could be so stupid! why did you have to compliment the ghost when he was stood right next to giorno? why did you even clarify to giorno that you found him handsome?!

the burning pit in your heart told you to run to his room and tell him how you really felt, how you’d meant every word, how you instantly fell in love with him the moment you laid eyes on him that first lunch he was introduced. you attempted to push this urge down, but the further you swallowed it the closer you felt your body shift to the edge of the bed and your body begin to sit up. it was almost as if you’d entered pilot mode, how suddenly you shot up out of bed and didn’t even bother to put your shoes on because you were beelining for the hotel door.

lifting your shakey hand to the door knob, you swung it open to meet the piercing blue eyes of the man himself. giorno. here. outside of your door. before you could even get a word in, he slurred,

“did you mean it?” he spoke rapidly, with desperation thick in his voice.

“mean what giorno?..” you ask, shakily.

“o-oh.. sorry.. i mean, do you truly think that i am.. handsome?” he says, looking deep into your eyes and not daring to blink.

“giorno, that’s what i came to tell you. i was on my way to tell you how i believe that you are the most perfect man i’ve ever met. and not even just how you look. but how mature you are, the way that you handle the group, how dedicated you are. i-i think i love you.. i think ive loved you since i first saw you..” you say it in the most needy yet clear and confident voice you’ve ever used to admit something as deep before, unable to avert your gaze from him. he repaid you with the same respect, a wide grin evident in his dimples yet he tried to refrain it.

“y/n.. i don’t think that i’ve ever met someone as endearing as you. you’ve gone through so much, yet you are one of the the strongest people i know- i mean, you do so much for this gang.. and you have treated me like an equal ever since i arrived.” giorno states back, instinctively reaching out to hold your hand in his.

“and you have such a bad ass stand.” he giggles. “i-i really do love you..” he admits, before finally bringing his gaze down to your lips. you both magnetically move closer, until your soft lips meet for a slow and sensual kiss that passed through more loving words than could be spoken at this time.

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of course, you and giorno became official. but, you decided to hold back from telling the gang just yet as you didn’t want to make things tense between everyone whilst you were still on your mission. moreso, abbachio still treated giorno like an outsider- so when contrasted with the loving and parenting figure he presented towards you it would only add another issue into the mix that no one needed to be suffering with after the significant losses that the group has already had to sacrifice.

that of course didn’t stop you two from speaking to eachother, or the additional glances and stolen kisses you could make once away from the gang. often, giorno would hear you gossiping with a group of ghosts about how cute and gorgeous your boyfriend was, and would find it adorable how highly you spoke about him.

“yeah, he’s that one, over there, with the blonde hair.” you would giggle to what only appeared as empty space, “no, not that one, the one on the left!” you’d say playfully to the ghosts, trying hard not to point so you would just rock your head in his direction.

“he’s such a gentleman, i never believed in love at first sight, but don’t knock it until you try it!” you laughed, and to be honest, yeah, you did look schizophrenic. but gio loved how open and honest you were when communicating with the people that only you could see, and it always caused him to turn away from you to hide the mass amounts of blush that was the same colour as his suit all over his face.

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many months had passed since you and the gang had defeated the evil boss of the passione, diavalo.

giorno was still adjusting to his new stand, golden experience requiem, on top of filling in the new role as the leader of the passione. of course, you two could be more open in your relationship. but at what cost? you had lost your best friend of years, narancia. you had lost your only father figure, abbachio. and you had lost the first man that you could trust, bucciarati.

of course you still had mista, but you’d hardly connected with him as much as the other members and trish had fallen into isolation after her survivors guilt from seeing her friends die in an effort to save her. therefore, giorno was your rock as much as you were for him.

despite your gift of seeing the ghosts of the people that have passed, you haven’t seen or heard a peep from the members of your gang and you had begun to worry that you would never see any of them again. gio got you through most of the dark times as you did for him, the pair of you loaded in riches yet feeling like the saddest couple on the planet. you’d also both recently turned 16, wondering if your youth was going to be spent in sorrow despite your constant need of attention for keeping the passione alive and running but with the new and much safer regulations.

the use of your stand came in great handy when giorno, now the maffia boss, could generate new ideas on how to make italy much more safe for young children. he banned the capo from selling drugs towards young children, but that of course didn’t stop most of the hardcore addicts that gained a lot of money from these sales. when you and giorno noticed that the average number of children dying in italy due to drug abuse had shrunken, but not stopped, you knew that your stand would be of use. you were able to communicate with the recently deceased kids, who informed you of the whereabouts of their sellers. thankfully to these children, the pair of you were able to track down and wipe out almost the entire population of these drug dealers until you had finally noticed an increase in the wellbeing of the children around you. and giorno was sure to grant that these drug dealers did not rest easy; you could agree considering the significant lack of ghosts wandering around.

however, whilst the two of you made his dream come true, once you’d achieved this goal your life went back to how it was just after diavalo died. waiting for your old friends from the gang to visit you, lonely.

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yet again, time passed. time never seemed to be stopping. it had probably been 9, 10, 11 months, since you and gio had saved italy’s youth from harm. and ever since then, you’d slowly been accepting that you wouldn’t be seeing bruno, leon, or narancia ever again even as a ghost.

it had taken you almost 2 full years to only begin managing your emotions well, as you constantly were blaming yourself and your stand for the absence of your friends. alas, you hadn’t cried for a few months which could only mean that you were getting better, right? wrong.

it was quite a normal evening for you and giorno, you were stood hand in hand on the balcony of your shared bedroom where you could look out across what felt like all of italy. you two would usually often talk to eachother about what troubled you, and you would people watch and point out different buildings to eachother. one of giorno’s favourite things to hear about was all of the ghosts that you’d met that day, and what you talked about with them because realistically he has the biggest fear of missing out phobia ever.

although, tonight was different. you two were stood side by side in comfortable silence, staring out into the view yet the only things flashing through your brains were the memories of your old gang. it suddenly hit you like a brick. they were never coming to visit you.

2 years you’d been waiting. 730 days. 17,520 hours.

“how was it?”

a thick, rich voice ripped through the air, entirely pulling you from your thoughts. a deep voice that you only knew all too well. the voice that belonged to the 2nd father you’ve ever known. the voice that belonged to leon abbachio. your breath halted in your throat, eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets. you didn’t want to believe how clear the voice sounded at first, just incase you really were schizophrenic, because in this case that voice sounded almost like… how the ghosts sound.

you finally pulled back up all of the tears welling in your eyes and turned your body around shakily, pulling away from giorno’s hand whilst doing so. he must’ve known that someone was here by your instantly cold demeanour, but who he was not sure. but for you, it was real. abbachio looked back at you with his signature subtle smile and the same hole punctured into his gut as when he died. he looked angelic, identical to his passing if you excuse the new golden aura sprinkled around his form.

“a-abba.. abbachio..” you squeak through your suddenly dry throat, one hand lifting to cover your quivering open jaw and the other instinctively reaching out for the ghost you know you cannot make physical contact with.

“g-giorno.. it’s abbachio.. he- he’s here!” you wail, dropping to you knees and feeling your airways threaten to close in on your unsteady breathing. giorno quickly fell into action, bringing himself down to your level and rubbing the small of your back to comfort you before slowly holding your arm and rising you to your feet. he took a sharp intake of breath, a tear threatening to spill from his eye.

“g-go on.. speak to him.” he says in a soft and encouraging tone, his contact never leaving your side.

“abbachio.. it was awful. why did you leave me alone for all of this time? why didn’t you come and visit me!? why did you have to leave me.” you cry out, looking back into his bleak expression. this was followed by him looking down at his feet, before a small smile drew its way onto his face.

“i didn’t mean that, silly. i meant how did it feel to make italy great again, all thanks to your stand? and i suppose you could add, how did it feel to sneak around with giovanna when we all knew what was going on the entire time.” he chuckled to himself, his hands in his pockets. that did draw a slight giggle out of you through your sobs, before you ended up in a sniffling mess.

“i thought you’d be upset, i know you were never the biggest fan of him.” you say in an almost teasing tone whilst nodding your head in gios direction, just happy to be able to talk to him after so incredibly long.

“don’t be silly. i may have shown distaste towards giorno, and i do hold my hands up for that. if anything came of it, it was just.. worry. i thought he was going to take you away from me, not romantically of course. but you were mine, my little angel to keep my eye over and to treat you how your father never had the chance to; i saw giorno and i was worried that you’d fall in love with him. i don’t know what id have done with myself if i saw him treating you badly. i also didn’t want him to have you limit yourself from your stand ability, i’ve always wanted to live to see the day you flourish. however, ive had to resort to watching you in my past life.” abbachio admits, speaking truthfully with his whole unbeating heart and rinsing tears from you like squeezing a wet cloth.

“abbachio.. what do you mean, watching me in your past life?” you ask, slobber flying from your mouth as you spoke.

“what do you think. of course i’ve been keeping my eye on you, just like i said i would. i have just been keeping myself out of sight.. i knew deep down that i needed to see you grow as a person before i came back to you, you can’t rely on me forever.. i mean, im dead y/n. you needed to learn how to heal alone.” he says with a clear voice, but you can hear the heartbreak in his tone, as if he still can’t admit it himself and spends a lot of his time convincing himself to believe that what he says is true.

“i-i know.. it’s hard for me to say but, i appreciate you for that. it’s just been such a hard 2 years, i’ve missed you so much. and bruno and narancia. do you know where they are? can i speak to them? are they okay?” you quickly stutter out multiple questions at once to him, your grip on giorno’s hand growing increasingly stronger and you can feel him survey your tone and posture to gain a slight understanding of what you were talking about.

“they are both doing perfectly, they talk about you so much. i just.. wanted to be the first person to talk to you, to check up on you. i’ll bring them tomorrow to meet you, okay?” he said softly, causing you to erupt in even more tears.

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you had said fair well to abbachio, now feeling so much better that you were able to start seeing him again and that you would be reunited with your friends again tomorrow. however, giorno was still left in the dark about all of this. despite his lack of understanding right now, he comforted you through the entire thing, never pushing you to say anything just yet. even if you did try and speak you would only sob through the words making them inarticulate. once you had finally calmed down after many hours had passed, you slowly began to speak.

“g-giorno.. abbachio and the gang have been looking over us for all of these years. he is going to bring bucciarati and narancia tomorrow!” you smile at him, which he weakly returns.

“i’m so happy for you darling, would it be okay if.. you could pass back what they are saying so i could also speak to them?” he asks you, rubbing small circles onto your back again. you nod in agreement and place your head onto his shoulder, more than happy to do that for him.

“gio, abbachio told me something that i think i should tell you now. he told me how much he regrets being so rude towards you, how he was only worried for my safety and that he didn’t want to see me get hurt just by a boy. but he respects you so much, and wants to thank you for being so loyal and treating me so well. he just wanted to apologise.” you tell him, bringing up a hand to his cheek and caressing it slightly. giorno slightly stiffens his body under your hold, and chokes under his words. but no words need to be spoken right now, as you feel his warm tears of appreciation flow down his chiseled face and into your loving hands.

whist your life may be imperfect, you had your loving boyfriend, and now communication with your past gang too. life was good. and that would do for now.

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[joestarssluttybunny]

Hii ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍) can u perhaps write some avdol relationship hcs໒꒰ྀི⁄ ⁄>⁄ ⁄ <⁄ ⁄꒱ྀི১

Muhammad Avdol relationship headcannons <3

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summary -> relationship hcs for avdol!

characters -> muhammad avdol (SDC).

rating -> SFW.

notes -> thank you so so much for the request! i hope that these are on character enough for you <3 this is also my first ever request so i’m high key nervous af 😭 but i miss this man soooo so much so here i am bringing out new hcs for him 10 years later 😁✌️ also, how old do you guys think he is?? because i guessed 49 but google told me he was late 20s LMAO 💔 also huge spoiler warning please only read if you have finished p3!!!

wc -> 1.2k.

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˙⋆✮ when you two first met, he was doing his usual fortune telling business. that was, until he looked up from his iridescent ball and locked eyes with your sparkling and dazzling ones; that shone brighter than any form his crystal ball could ever take.

˙⋆✮ he’d jokingly tell you that your future was to become happily married to him, and that your first step to ‘true’ happiness was to allow him to take you out for a meal that night.

˙⋆✮ of course you said yes. i mean, a tall, strong, dark and handsome man asking you out on a date? you just simply couldn’t say no! (despite your friends telling you how creepy it sounded once you’d told them), you were just so excited, it felt as if your souls had been drawn to each other.

˙⋆✮ he’d definitely take you to a spicy chicken restaurant.

˙⋆✮ that night followed many more similar nights, until he finally asked you to be in a relationship with him. on the same night he asked you out, he previously revealed his secret of owning a stand, to which you also introduced him to yours (explains why you were so drawn to each other). unfortunately for the pair of you, the next month he informed you of a 50 day journey that may risk his life. seeing your baby so upset and worried left you with a pit in your stomach, and before you knew it you were offering to go with him.

˙⋆✮ you two would rarely argue. he never wanted to see even a pout on your lips, never mind an angry scowl directed at him. of course, being older than some he has experience with these sort of things; so i think that he would argue back to a small extent, and only if you are incredibly in the wrong. and he would have good intentions for doing this, he would want you to understand your flaws so that you could improve yourself, not perfect yourself. despite this; if you were to fall out on the odd occasion, just know that he is going FULL out to win you back. as in like, be expecting sorry glances ALL day and a particularly nicely spoken tone when addressing you. (in egypt he would definitely force the stardust crusaders to be in a good mood with you in an attempt for it to rub off onto you).

˙⋆✮ however, the night that you told him you’d be going to egypt with him, no discussions, he didn’t argue. he just held you close to his chest as you felt the steam from his silent tears as they pooled down his torso.

˙⋆✮ to lighten the mood!!! 100% buys you a cactus instead of flowers. says they are more ‘durable’ and will last longer.

˙⋆✮ he would be soo unexpectedly big on pet names. you would be his darling, sweetheart, bunny, princess, honey, beloved… the list goes on and on. he wouldn’t be too big on ‘babe’, because he thinks that it’s too generic. he would feel incredibly honoured if you ever gave him a personal nickname, and after you conditioned it to him enough he would eventually only answer if you address him as such.

˙⋆✮ would love to cook bbqs for you (fire man🔥)

˙⋆✮ he would expect you to follow the rules that he sets for your safety when travelling or fighting, with some leeway as he obviously knows you are strong and independent with your own stand. the main rules are don’t get kidnapped and don’t die. he will always be there to protect you from the enemy stand users at any second, but he never appears to be on edge around you. he is just very good at internally multitasking.

˙⋆✮ huuuuge believer that he ADORES head and back scratches, like… would practically purr into your hand. but he’d be super duper embarrassed by it, and would deny it with his LIFE to the sdc.

˙⋆✮ you definitely have them matching mugs that slide into each other and you take it in turns to make your guys’ cups of tea before bed.

˙⋆✮ i don’t think he’d snore, but he would do that irritating man thing where he would twitch like crazy in his sleep.

˙⋆✮ he’s a reasonable amount of clingy. don’t get me wrong, when he’s alone with you after a particularly difficult mission he is snuggled up to you and practically reusing your oxygen. but this is cross cancelled when you are in public, as he’d quite happily just hold your hand every now and then and keep your conversations relatively normal. don’t worry, he saves the sweet talk for when you’re out of earshot of a million people. he’s not embarrassed of you at all, it’s actually the opposite! one of his favourite hobbies is telling the guys who hit on you that you’re actually dating HIM.

˙⋆✮ you just have such a perfect domestic lifestyle with him. he’d rest his head on your shoulder whilst you wash the dishes, you’d share showers, you’d putting the bedding on your bed together, you’d grow stunning flowers in the garden whilst he paints the shed your favourite colour, and there would be framed pictures of you pair hung around the house from you two at all stages of your relationship. he’d definitely also stick little post it notes onto the pictures with hand-written things like ‘our first date <3’.

˙⋆✮ this man would be an absolute RADIATOR and you cannot convince me otherwise. he would just constantly be so warm and comforting, meaning you fall asleep on his shoulder whenever you get the chance.

˙⋆✮ (spoiler!) when you’d been told by polnareff what avdol had done, how he’d been shot during a duel, you felt your entire heart shatter. you physically dropped to the floor, struggling to catch your breath as you realised that absolutely everything you had been working towards since the day he told you you’d be happily married to him- was no longer achievable. however, you knew that you had to keep on pushing towards your end goal of defeating dio and saving holly, or else avdol’s mission would be for nothing. and, you wanted nothing more than to 1) complete the love of your life’s mission that he lost his life fighting for, and 2) get some cold blooded fucking revenge.

˙⋆✮ you were told that avdol was still alive much earlier than polnareff, who only found out once he’d been saved by him. that was because joseph felt too evil hiding it from you, the guilt having piled up after seeing you sob uncontrollably for hours until all of your emotions turned off and you didn’t speak for days on end. you didn’t think you physically could. even when you were fighting other enemy stand users, you never entertained them with your usual boasting, you just remained a neutral face expression- before kicking their ass incredibly hard.

˙⋆✮ ep42 never happened. what is ep42? there isn’t a 42nd episode? what are you even on about?

˙⋆✮ as a whole, he’s such an understanding and caring gentleman towards you, he respects your feelings and boundaries but pushes you to your limits in order to see you become the best version of yourself.

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[joestarssluttybunny]

Part1!Dio Brando x Reader

sequel to https://www.tumblr.com/joestarssluttybunny/790358750537105408/part1dio-brando-x-reader so please read that part first!

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summary -> you are separated from jonathan and your friends, but fall under the control of dio, someome you have had previous issues with in the pass… part 2 to a previous post (link above!!!)

characters -> dio brando (PB), reader, mentions of jonathan joestar and robert e.o speedwagon.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> i wasn’t initially intending on writing a part 2 for this story, but someone asked and i got a good idea for it! i hope that you guys enjoy as i had a lot of fun writing this <3

wc -> 3.4k.

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ever since your slight incident with dio, you were honestly frightened to be alone with him. every single night whilst you toss and turn in an attempt to fall asleep, the only thing replaying in your mind is how you pushed and shoved at dio’s chest- and then backhanded him with all of your strength. it wasn’t exactly guilt that filled you, it was more timidness and worry over what dio was going to say to you once he could finally get his hands on you.

however, that task has been proved difficult for him, as jonathan has been stuck to your side like glue since that day. he hasn’t had to protect you so severely as such, but dio’s snide comments about calling you a snitch never went down without a small argument. you still had your usual visits to the joestar mansion, but it was evident that things were beginning to go downhill. dio had been acting even more strange ever since george joestar I had fallen ill, and it was beginning to drive jonathan up the walls. he was evidently distraught, as were you, however you noticed that jojo was lashing out on dio even more than before. you wanted to support him, you really did, but when he began to blame dio for something as crazy as poisoning his father? you knew that you just had to take a step back and sit on the fence between the two boys.

you knew that dio had been slipping between the cracks lately, but you believed that you knew him well enough to know outrightly that he would never go as far as to personally attack the man that adopted him with open arms.

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3 months later.

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you were incredibly wrong about dio.

ever since jonathan explained everything that had happened since he’d used the mask to turn into a vampire, the only guilt that you felt was for ever doubting jojos instincts when it came to the boy he grew up with. alas, when he first told you what dio had become, you laughed in his face. vampires don’t exist? a stone mask can’t give you supernatural powers? the list goes on and on. however, once you had been introduced to a smart and powerful blonde man with long hair named speedwagon, you could tell that this was no longer a joke. you had accepted that these supernatural beings did exist, and began to support jonathan with his ‘hamon’ training. (which you also did not believe in, until he blasted down a full blown tree with some crazy orange electricity that boomed from his finger tips). you have had little interactions with dio since the change in tide, but you always had a lingering feeling that it was soon going to change. until finally, that day arrived.

you were traveling with jonathan and speedwagon, in an attempt to find where dio was hiding and defeat him once and for all. that was, until you somehow got separated from them. one minute you were asleep in an awfully cheap rental house for the night, and the next you woke up restricted to an old wooden chair, clad with cold heavy metal chains. unfortunately for you, that meant dio had located and captured you, and only you.

fear coursed through your veins as you put two and two together, and it wasn’t until you saw the muscular blonde vampire with his new captivating red eyes that you fully understood the severity of your situation.

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“d-dio…” you gasped, half from the abrupt awakening in this eerie place and half from the fear of your life. you knew that you were still in his debt, and he certainly understood that alot more than you could ever imagine.

“let’s skip this petty small talk, shall we? if you tell me where the others are, i shall spare your pathetic life.” he scoffs down at you, before adding one sly comment that sent shivers down your spine. “and let you join me.”

you were cold and confused, obviously wanting nothing more than for the bulky man infront of you to either leave or end you now, as his request was pathetic.

“why do you think i would tell you that of all people? jojo and his allies are my best friends, if not family. i am more than willing to let them live, even if that means taking my life for them. they deserve a second chance.” you growled at him through bared teeth, however you only received a skeptical look from dio; who took a few steps forward before crouching to be at eye level with you. he sent one of his cold-blooded, murderous hands up to your left cheek, pinching the fat in between his course fingertips in order to force you to look at him.

“i don’t expect you to tell me willingly. where would be the fun in that? but, i do have ways of persuading you if needs be..” he threatened in a deep voice.

“fine, as i said. throw whatever you want at me. i would sacrifice my life for theirs any day.” you spit at him, not going down without a fight. dio smirked at you, very amused at your dedication to your friends. his hand swiftly left your cheek, leaving an uncomfortably cold feeling in its place. he took a step back, fully standing up again and began to slowly circle you like a hawk. his eyes ran over you from head to toe, as if he were analyzing you. you, who was attempting to shrivel up as small as you could to get out of his line of sight.

"you seem oddly dedicated to those fools. i can see that you'd happily give up your life for them.. so tell me, why do you hold them in such high regard?" he genuinely questions, maintaining his strong gaze on you.

you shift uncomfortably in your seat, before answering with what you really thought.

“well, firstly i respect jonathan for putting up with all of the shit you made him endure. i respect speedwagon for his loyalty and sacrifice towards our community. and i respect zeppeli for his hard working nature. if you cared so much.” you sneer at him, making sure that the words soak in.

dio chuckled at the sneer you shot him, finding it almost amusing how defiant you were being towards him in this situation. he began to walk away from you for a second, before sitting on a nearby chair, never removing his eye contact as if it were an unbreakable diamond. he leaned his arms back against the arms of the chair, his gaze continuing to be fixated on you. it was clear he was still analyzing your every word, every movement, every minute detail.

“i see. so, you admire their strengths, their loyalty, their work ethics. you respect them. but that's not love, is it?” he suddenly throws at you.

“pft. who ever mentioned anything about loving them?” you scoff at his childish antics.

“oh, so you don’t love them? not even one of them?” he snaps back just as quickly as you did, almost as if to tell YOU that you were wrong. this small back and forth between you two had his smirking melting into a mischievous grin, and he simultaneously leaned forward in his chair to rest his hands in his lap so that he could continue to survey you with his glowing red eyes.

"so then, let's see… considering that you said you respect jonathan, speedwagon, and zeppeli, correct? and then yet you deny loving any of them. that leads me to believe that you love someone else entirely.." he pressures, evidently amused as he huffs out through his nose.

“maybe i do. maybe i don’t.” you shrug, almost too comfortably for someone in a situation such as this one.

"oh, you've always been a feisty one, haven’t you? never willing to spill your secrets so easily? very well. as i said, i appreciate a challenge." he muttered as he stood up from the chair, slowly walking closer to you, his footsteps barely making a sound. the giant stopped right in front of you, his gaze locked onto your embarrased face.

dio had never been the type to pressure as much as now, and for some embarrassing reason, you felt inclined to lie to him.

“you wouldn’t know them.” you lazily sneer, beginning to grow tired of his constant pestering about something that has nothing to do with your friends that were constantly in danger the longer you spent here. all that dio did was chuckle darkly, finding your defiant manner oddly intriguing as he never normally saw this side to you. he reached out for your cheek again, this time handling you much more gently and guiding you to look directly at him, rather than forcing. his gaze was just as intense as before, as if he was trying to pierce through your defiance and extract the truth from you.

"oh, so you think that i wouldn't know this mysterious person you have feelings for? oh please. everyone in this town knows who i am, i’ll track them down sooner or later. but, what’s attractive is how confident you are behaving.” he began to slowly trace his thumb over your bottom lip as he spoke, his touch almost teasing. however, you instantly flinch away from him, and that left a lonely tingle in your chin like a rash, instantly resorting to shooting him a dirty look.

“as if you’d care anyway. the only thing you want is to find out where jonathan is.” you finally spit, getting back to the main conversation at hand.

dio almost laughed at how you flinched away from his touch, clearly finding your reaction incredibly amusing. he dropped his hand away from your chin, for once in his life taking a hint and backing off of you; but not without one of his usual comments. it’s not his fault, he just could not have a serious conversation with you whilst you looked so perfect tied up to his chair like that with your hair in its most wild and natural form.

"you're right. my primary concern is finding jonathan, and nothing else. but, that doesn't mean im not allowed to be intrigued by the mystery that’s surrounding this little 'crush' of yours, is it?” he explains, whilst beginning to circle you once more, his eyes locked onto your every movement, waiting for your next reaction. you, however, were far past his playing by now.

“for fuck sake, dio. just kill me now i swear to god.” you sarcastically whine, rolling your eyes and refusing to make eye contact with him.

the chuckles at your whining and eye-rolling showed how he was clearly amused by your bratty behavior. that was, until he stopped behind you, making it unable for you to see him. despite the fact that you had been avoiding looking at this man for the whole duration of the conversation, the sudden blindness only threw you even more on edge around him as you couldn’t calculate his gaze.

"oh, don't be so dramatic, darling. i can sense the fear in you all of a sudden, yet i have no intention of killing you just yet. there is the deep feeling of mine saying that you'd be far more useful to me alive." he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper near your ear. “besides, im not quite done teasing your little secret out of you just yet.”

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling your secret begging to crawl up and out of your throat. however, you managed to quickly change the subject. “i-i won’t give you their location..” you say somewhat firmly, struggling to hold down a gasp.

dio, however, noticed the way that you shifted in your seat yet again; clearly sensing that you were on the verge of cracking under his relentless interrogation that he’d been perusing. he continued to remain stood directly behind you, his hand resting surprising gently on your shoulder in a gesture that could almost be seen as a display of mock kindness. but of course, his true intentions were anything but kind.

“oh darling, you're starting to crumble. i can feel it. you know you want to tell me who it is that holds your affections. go on… let it all out." he says through a smirk, completely abandoning your previous comment.

“after all, it’s your ‘friends’ who betrayed you, was it not?”. and, it was that final snarky comment that pushed you over the edge.

“no. they didn’t betray me. you did.” you snap.

dio seemed a bit surprised by your unexpected statement, his grip on your shoulder slightly tightening out of instinct. he further paused for a moment, letting your words sink in before responding in a low, mocking tone.

“betrayed you? oh, you're mistaken, darling. i never made any promises. i never lied to you. i never pretended to be someone i'm not.", his voice taking on a dark, almost sinister edge. your eyes instantly widened at his manipulative statement, and all of a sudden you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you fire out,

“well clearly you did. because my lover is you. except, the OLD you. the you who would try his hardest to keep me happy when there was so much hassle with your friends. the you who would spend time with me in the library or even just watching tv. the you who would argue with jonathan about who she liked more. now you’re.. evil.” you spit the last part, hoping and if not praying that at least one of your arguments made its way into dio’s heart. dio, who was stunned into momentary silence at your confession. his grip on your shoulder loosened as he processed your words, his expression shifting between surprise and something else…

“w-wait, wait, wait. you're telling me that i am the one your heart desires? the one you have romantic feelings for? despite everything i've done?" he sounded almost disbelieving, as if he couldn't fathom the idea that you could have such feelings for him, despite the cruel and monstrous path he'd taken.

that almost, very almost, made you laugh out loud.

“no, dio. not you. i’m talking about the old you.” however, his expression only darkened at your words, obviously not liking the distinction you were making between his current self and his former self.

“the old me, you say? you mean the me who was weak, pathetic, and naive? the me who clung to foolish ideals and let life trample him down?" his tone was laced with, your preference for his past self only serving to anger him further.

“no. i mean the you who was caring and compassionate. to an extent.” you mutter under your breath. “the you who would do anything to protect your friends, before the power went to your head and you realised that you could just drop them like flies because no one could harm you. and that’s all you cared about.” you sneer coldly at him. you heard his annoyed scoff, clearly not amused.

“caring and compassionate, you say? ha! i was a fool then. i let people take advantage of me, i let others use and abuse me. i was weak, spineless, easily manipulated. that version of me was nothing but a coward." the grip on your shoulder tightened again, almost possessively so as he continued to stand directly behind you. as much as you attempted to keep what you really wanted to say down, you just knew that it would be said eventually, so why not now?

“why are you doing this to yourself? why are you constantly putting yourself down? just admit that the version of you before all of this abuse of power was enough to keep someone satisfied.” you tell him somewhat softly in contrast to your previous tone, wanting nothing else than to get that message into his head. dio fell silent for a moment, your words hitting him hard. he seemed genuinely taken aback by your statement to him.

he let out an incredibly shaky breath, his grip on your shoulder gradually loosening until you felt it no more. he evidently took a moment to compose himself, and then walked around your chair to look into your eyes.

“do you… really mean that? despite everything i've done, despite everything i’ve become, you truly think that the old me was more than enough?” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, if not vulnerable now, as if he was genuinely seeking reassurance from you.

“yes, dio. of course i mean it. you didn’t need to change yourself so much just to become stronger, you were already so perfect.” you say to him, trying not to sound overly desperate for the man. although, dio's breath hitched in his throat as you spoke. he couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely complimented him, and he knew for sure that no one had told him that he was 'perfect'.

he slowly took a small step back as he tried to compose himself once again. his expression was a mix of shock, disbelief, and a hint of something else…

"perfect…. you thought i was perfect?" his voice was barely above a whisper. however, as you watched him try and grasp the concept of your old love for him, you let your jaw slack.

“why then for the love of god- why did you think i way aways hanging around the joestar mansion? did you think it was to hang out with jonathan? no. it was for them sweet sensual moments that i had with his adopted brother. the moments when it was us talking with no filter. when we would roam the hallways for hours. when we would be playing hide and seek with jonathan, except we would hide together.” you say in an almost pleading tone.

dio was rendered speechless by your confession, the memories you brought up causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over him. he remembered those moments all too well. the quiet conversations, the stolen glances, the stolen moments of laughter and joy together. they seemed like such distant memories now, overshadowed by the darkness he'd embraced. his expression softened slightly, his cold exterior faltering for a moment as he spoke.

"you… you did all of that, just to spend time with me? because you genuinely enjoyed my company?" he stutters.

“as i said, you were perfect.” you say simply, not having to elaborate a whole lot. the 6’5 man infront of you was stunned into silence once again, your words continuing to have an affect on him. no one had ever spoke to him that way, had ever expressed such… affection towards him. up until now, that it had proved too much for him to process. he took one large step towards you, saying in a suppressed pleading tone;

“leave.” his expression was flat, his tone anything but. that sudden statement caught you off guard immensely.

“w-what?” you stutter and slur over your words. your usual deep breathing was removed after he flung the chains baring you down onto the floor, allowing you full access to your lungs again.

“go. now. back to jonathan.” he demands, his arm already motioning to the door. for some reason, dio was allowing you to leave unharmed. you never told him the location of your allies, so why was he letting you run back to them so easily?

well, because you had finally spoken about your true feelings for him. the pair of you shared some unexpected mutual respect for the other, and it was evident in the immense eye contact that you created. as eager as you were to rejoin your friends, these final moments of silence with dio was what reminded you of the old times with him.

that was what finally pushed you to do it, to run up to him and latch your lips onto his in a slow yet passionate kiss. it wasn’t just a kiss of strong attraction, it was a mutual passing and acceptance that the next time you see eachother you will not be able to have such a civil conversation. you would be fighting eachother, most likely. your kiss with dio forced you to crane your neck up high to accommodate for his height, but that was nothing compared to the ache that followed after pulling away from his lips. in that moment, it felt as if time had stopped, until you followed his exact orders.

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you left, and you did not turn back.

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[joestarssluttybunny]

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

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

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

rating -> SFW.

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

wc -> 2.2k

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Jonathan Joestar:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Joseph Joestar:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jotaro Kujo:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“take it off.” he demanded.

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

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

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

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Josuke Higashikata:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Giorno Giovanna:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jolyne Cujoh:

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

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

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

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

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

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[joestarssluttybunny]

how the Stardust Crusaders would react to you getting mad at them over something silly 🎀

-> fake imessages <-

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summary -> the sdc went out without you, but at what cost…

characters -> jotaro kujo, joseph joestar, noriaki kakyoin, muhammad avdol, jean polnareff, reader.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> fake imessages between you and the stardust crusaders! i hope that they look realistic enough for you guys as i’ve never made anything like this before <3 please lmk if you want any more of these or send in any recommendations and i’ll try my best to write them for you guys 🎀

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[joestarssluttybunny]

Noriaki Kakyoin relationship headcannons <3

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summary -> relationship hcs for our boy kak because he deserved better💕

characters -> noriaki kakyoin, one use of y/n.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> highkey miss seeing my main man from part 3😕there aren’t enough works on here to fulfil our kakyoin cravings so i hope you enjoy!

wc -> 650.

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˙⋆✮ always ties your trainers for you because no matter what form you twist the laces into they always come undone, and he’s waiting for the day that you trip over on them and injure yourself. teaches you how to actually tie them when said day arrives.

˙⋆✮ if you go out partying with your friends and end up having too much to drink, he wouldn’t complain in the slightest. he would take the upmost complete and perfect care of you, whilst you try and drunkenly fight him or waffle about complete nonsense. he would pretend to listen, as he’s a bit preoccupied ensuring that you don’t become more of a hazard then you already are. he would definitely attempt to take your makeup off with a wet paper towel, but it’s the thought that counts.

˙⋆✮ would teach you how to play his favourite video games, and will only get slightly aggravated when you don’t understand his shitty instructions (you got him shaking through rage on the inside). but then would be so so proud of you if you win.

˙⋆✮ helps you with homework like a dad would and has you sobbing because his explanation skills just aren’t there 😭

˙⋆✮ but dw that IS just for his explanations, if you two ever have an argument or bicker then he would give you time to cool off (he would definitely be crying during this time for upsetting you), and then come back with an apology through his sweet words.

˙⋆✮ obsessed with your hands. (not in a kira kinda way). but would constantly want to feel your hands on his leg or tucked around his arm whilst your in the car or sat down next to each other. he’s not too big on pda but knowing that he has your hand in his whilst walking around in public is enough to ground him and keep him happy.

˙⋆✮ lets you curl/style his hair for fun in any way that you like, as in plaiting his floopy strand or slotting in any cute hair clips that you own, just to see the smile on your face.

˙⋆✮ the whole reason that you two got together is because whilst on the trip to egypt, joseph overheard kakyoin telling jotaro how he truly felt about you. of course, this led to joseph taunting and joking to kakyoin about spilling his secret, which only put the poor boy even more on edge; causing him to agree to asking you out after the mission goes successfully in order for him to just STOP. (let a girl dream it went successful, ok?)

˙⋆✮ absolutely LOVES neck kisses.

˙⋆✮ because he can get shy when it comes to physical affection, when you two share a bed together he overthinks every single little movement that he makes. however, thankfully the ever needy and incredibly chalant hierophant green sends you to sleep by running his hands through your hair (no matter how hard kakyoin’s attempts are to draw him back in).

˙⋆✮ during battle, he is always there to cover your back and expects you to do the same. however in egypt, he agreed to put his life on the line for holly- just a classmate’s mother. so for the gorgeous, sweet and caring girl that he’d fallen in love with? he may as well have walked into dio’s mansion with a label reading ‘y/n’s shield’.

˙⋆✮ never mind his 17 years of loneliness. once he had you, the amount of loving memories that were created in such a short space of time brought him such a strong bond that he felt like he’d known you since birth.

˙⋆✮ overall, kakyoin is just such a sweet, caring and charming gentleman. he would never hurt your feelings on purpose- but don’t think that you��re safe from the playful bullying. he appreciates you more than you will ever know, and whilst you both may be young, he can definitely see a future with you.

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[joestarssluttybunny]

Part1!Dio Brando x Reader

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summary -> you are walking home on a peaceful day, up until you bump into dio and his friends…

characters -> dio brando (PB), jonathan joestar, dio’s (unnamed) friends, reader.

rating -> SFW.

notes -> this is the first fic that i am ever posting! reader is described as female, however there are no depictions of her appearance. the fic isn’t too lovey dovey but it depends on which way you imply it, there may be some readerxjonathan if you squint??? i hope you enjoy!

wc -> 2k.

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you and dio brando had always had a rocky relationship. it wasn’t exactly friendship, nor could it be described as hatred. being jonathan joestars high school best friend, the way dio perceived you has always been destined to go one of two ways.

he would either want you endlessly (to get one over jonathan), or despise you for being your beautiful and easy-going self, in turn distracting him from his one and only aim. unfortunately, you struck gold and ended up with both outcomes.

he wasn’t always an evil boy. he would walk you back from school during the time jonathan broke his left leg after falling down the stairs (dio pushed him), or when you would be sat watching the tv with him in comfortable silence. sometimes he offered to help you find certain books in the grand joestar library, and even sat by you to help pronounce certain words that you struggled the most with.

although, most importantly, he would defend you from the waste of space that can be associated as his friends. they were disgusting and cruel, always openly harassing girls because they knew full well they were too high up the pecking order to be put in their place by anyone else. (other than dio, that is. but cmon. he loved joining in.)

however, today he clearly must have been living and experiencing that devils luck.

you had decided to take a stroll through the park gardens whilst on your walk home from a short shift at the town’s bakery that you work at. the sunset was beaming and a slight breeze tickled the hem of your knee-length dress. it was almost perfect, until you heard the demonic snickers of dio and his group. you knew that they were trouble, so understood that it was best for you to stay clear of them and attempt to avoid ending up in a bad situation.

you kept your head down, thankful that your h/c hair could cover some of the features that dio of all people would recognise you by. just as you get past the group of boys, you hear one of them call out to you.

“oi lads, look at that sly lass that tried to sneak past us without a warm welcoming! come over to us girl; we don’t bite.” he chanted in a gruesome tone that was anything but friendly. you hold down your panic as much as possible, and turn around before politely responding a rehearsed speech that normally gets you out of these situations, “i’m okay, thank you for the offer tho sir.”

although, dio and his friends only chuckle at your reply.

"oh, aren't you a little sweetheart." one of them coos.

“yeah, come on, no need to be shy. come a little closer." another one of them says, beckoning you over. the words sent shivers down your spine as you slowly came to the realisation that they were not at all joking.

“like i said, i’m alright for now. i really need to be getting somewhere right now… sorry… maybe next time?” you pathetically offer whilst simultaneously taking one step back as they take one closer. however, all they do is laugh at you, relishing in the look of fear you so openly display on your face like a deer caught in headlights.

“next time? we’re trying to talk to you now, though. why wait until next time?” a new one pops up. when will they be satisfied? you shake your head quickly, taking one more large step back, only to accidentally collide into a strong-framed figure you only know too well. dio.

all of his cronies laugh as you bump into him, knowing that they have you fully cornered now. dio looks down onto you with his piercing golden eyes, an amused smirk etched into his gaze.

“and where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” he practically breaths down your neck, before you forcefully turn your body away from him and slither through a gap under his open arms. ignoring all of his friends mockery, you recover some of your known confidence when confronting dio- due to your history with him.

“back to my house, as i have previously said.” you growl, getting more and more angry with each passing second. “and if you try anything dio, i will be informing jonathan.” you clearly state with your chest, causing dio’s expression to flip entirely. whilst they have never been on the most friendly of terms; causing dio to predominantly get his own way, even he knew that jonathan would use the world to protect you. so, that triggered his next response.

“fine. you can go.” he spits, stepping aside and dismissing all of his friends’ annoyance. with that chance, you quickly recompose yourself and throw a slight nod to dio as a thank you before rushing to walk home again.

dio watches as you walk away, whilst his friends chuckle as they witness your escape. “looks like you got soft for a moment there, dio.” one of them says, only to evict a scoff from the blond boy.

“shut up. she mentioned jonathan, that’s the only reason i let her go.” he rolled his eyes, hoping that it would also push down the truth of what his friend had said.

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the next day, you had plans to meet jonathan joestar and spend the day in his mansion- just like the two of you would do for weeks on end when you were children. you walked into their glorious home, with your only aim being to avoid dio at all costs; he’d had his deserved thank you so he certainly was not receiving another any time soon. jonathan, who was directing a maid in the right-wing hallway, noticed you walking in and immediately beamed.

“y/n! you’re here!” he says welcomingly, his tone of voice smooth enough to butter bread. he softly excused himself from the maid and jogged over to you, hugging you affectionately.

“jonathan! hello! it’s been so long.” you giggle as you hug him back with just as much intense, unknown to you that dio was somewhere behind you yet again. as you and the original joestar began to dive deeper into conversation, unbeknownst to you dio had been silently following and was at this point standing nearby, yet just out of your line of sight.

“jonathan, there is only one thing i should tell you about… it involves dio…” you gulp, you hadn’t originally planned on snitching on dio to his brother so easily or quickly but the pent up anxiety had caused the situation to come tumbling out of your mouth quicker than expected.

“why, what has he done y/n? are you alright?” he immediately asks.

“yes, well… just about. i was walking home after work and him and his friends cornered me, i honestly don’t know what would’ve happened if i didn’t manage to talk my way out of it.” you mumble quietly with your head sunken down, still rather shaken up about the situation.

you quickly add, “i promised that i wouldn’t tell you if he let me go, but i feel like you needed to know.”, to which, jonathan shook his head through appreciation of your honesty.

“you shouldn’t have to worry about dio’s gang treating you like that, and for himself, i’ll have a little chat with him and make sure that he knows better than to mess with you like that again.” he says as he brings up a soft hand to stroke your hair.

“thank you..” you smile up to him, your nerves beginning to calm. that was, until you saw the man himself. dio. creeping up behind jonathan, having heard your entire conversation with his brother.

“well, well, well. look who went and squealed to jonathan.” he sneered, taking two steps closer. you cower behind jonathan, who instinctively steps in front of you as if shielding you from dio’s wrath.

“i-i’m sorry..” you whisper, despite it coming out as more of a whimper.

the broad blonde infront of you just throws a dirty scoff in your direction.

“sorry, huh? you’re only sorry because you got caught running your bratty mouth to jonathan.” his eyes welcomed a tint of red, practically shooting sharp daggers into you. despite all this, jonathan still held his ground.

“back off, dio.” jonathan says firmly, however you knew deep down that you needed to take matters into your own hands or else this would never end. with your slightly increased confidence,

you spit at him, “i know i said i wasn’t going to say anything, but what else did you expect dio? you didn’t even try to stop your friends.”. however, dio only sneers at your attempt.

“oh, getting a little bit bolder now, are we? and why should i care what my friends do? they know what they’re doing. and besides, it’s just a little harmless fun.” he says slyly, attempting to downplay the situation. you can sense jonathan’s grip on your shoulder tighten as he listens to dio’s half arsed attempt at a reply, and you can tell it’s taking all of his willpower to not lash out on him. you quickly open your mouth to retaliate, but slam it shut just as quickly, as no matter what you say to him he just wouldn’t understand. dio smirks, seeing that you held back your retort. yet, you could have left it there and moved on; if it wasn’t for his reply.

“what’s the matter? lost your nerve, sweetheart?”

he taunts you, taking another step closer and relishing in the sight of you hiding behind jonathan’s body, still. the older brother scowls at dio, his grip on your shoulder becoming almost painful as he struggles to control his anger. without thinking, you quickly shove away from jonathan’s grasp, storming over to dio and getting up close and personal in his face.

“okay, so how do you like it, hmm dio? take your top off, come on, turn around, show me your pretty little face!” you gradually grow louder and louder, the anger and anxiety foaming on the tip of your tongue. you watch as dio's expression goes from amused to completely baffled as you mimic his words from earlier. he stutters for a moment, unsure of how to respond to your unexpected challenge.

“w-what the hell are you doing?" he prods, causing you to use all of your strength to push at his chest over and over again. whilst he was too strong to move an inch, the embarrassment still laced over his face as you continue to shove and berate him.

“this is ridiculous, stop it you brat!” he demands, to which you comply; but not without smacking him hard across the face, his usual cold skin getting intruded with a red hot path as to where your fingers marked him up.

“how do you like it, brando.” you spat in his face, returning back to jonathan with a smug smile. dio is left standing there, rubbing his now reddening cheek, and completely bewildered by your actions. jonathan, on the other hand, is struggling to contain his laughter. seeing you slap dio and stand up for yourself has completely amused him.

"that was incredible, y/n." he says exasperated, still holding back giggles.

“let’s go.” you say firmly, grabbing his hand and not looking back. “something tells me he’s not going to let that slide so easily..” the words come tumbling out of your mouth as you bite your cheek, hard. dio is not the type to take humiliation lightly.

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dio, as expected, was seething with rage. he couldn't believe that a girl had dared to stand up to him, and you of all people? he was determined to get back at you and make sure you regretted your actions.

and trust me, he was definelty going to be back.

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part 2 is now available to read at: https://www.tumblr.com/joestarssluttybunny/791083338315268096/part1dio-brando-x-reader !!!

[joestarssluttybunny]

hello! welcome to my first ever blog <3

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˙⋆✮ hii <3 my name is sienna but my nickname is sise!

˙⋆✮ i am 18 years old, and creating my first blog (very behind schedule i know 😖)

˙⋆✮ my current favourite show is jjba, and fun fact it has been the first anime i’ve watched! ⭐️ yes i was highkey against anime for a very long time…

˙⋆✮ my favourite music artists are lana del rey (🥇), suki waterhouse, tv girl, tame impala, remy bond, billie eilish, sabrina, cas, mac demarco and oasis 🎀 …guilty pleasure is the jjba intros…

˙⋆✮ i have a boyfriend and he is my perfect beautiful gorgeous angel hunny sweetie princess huzz 🤘

˙⋆✮ i am a sagittarius

˙⋆✮ my pronouns are she/her, i am a straight ally

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˙⋆✮ tbh i’m not at all expecting for this blog to go far at all, but i’ve been putting off making a blog and posting some of my fanfic work for YEARS now, so dyk what that’s done? made me crash out on a random sunday and dump me here, making my intro. 😀

˙⋆✮ i hope that you all feel welcome to express yourself as you wish on this blog and find what you are looking for, have a good day/night and remember to eat and drink <3

(also i apologise for my username i made it severely intoxicated and now i fear it’s too cunty to change)