#Cesear x reader

[baby-im-a-hallucinationnn]

Me: "Oh, I've got all these ideas, I'll write about these."

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure addiction:

Anywho, time to talk about JoJo OCs under the cut that'll happen eventually:

BTW starting at part 3 they all get 1 power cause Goldsboro blood or smth I just wanted to

Part 1: The Sun and the Mask (Don't know how I feel about this title)

Basic background to other parts cause I want a developed character backgrounds cause I swear I wasn't high when I wrote out these characters but it looks like I was

OC: Rebecca "Becca" Goldsboro

Lemme put it this way; if it wasn't 1890 and she knew diddly-squat about the LGBT other than "SIN!" She would be Trans-masc. Jonathan is the only one nice to her too.

Part 2: Roses and Bubbles (I'm working on the title plz leave suggestions cause it sux rn)

Cesear Zeppeli x OC

OC: Rose "Rosy" Goldsboro

Yeah, she just kinda vibin and occasionally saying sus stuff.

Part 3: Lightning (Title also sucks! I'm coming up with them as I write this :D)

Jotaro Kujo x OC

OC: Kasumi "Misty" Goldsboro

Crackhead energy. 1000% crackhead energy. And with a fast af electricity stand called Blue Lightning. Also in a band, cause... why not. Weird power is that she can like see dead ppl in her sleep but like... important to plot ppl. Like her grandfather, Cesear.

Part 4: Angel with the devil's eyes (This one kind of works ig???)

Josuke x OC

OC: Usagi Goldsboro

Crackhead energy 2: Electric Boogaloo. Also will murder anyone who talks shit about her friends on site, but you would never fuckin guess it cause she's got that petite Kawaii girl energy. Her stand is called Pink Thunder and it yells really loud. Her dad works out of country (Italy, hint hint nudge nudge). Weird power is that sometimes she'll just sit down to draw cause she's an artist and she'll draw past events (Bonus: Jotaro saw her just randomly doodling Kakyoin right after he died and that was... and experience.)

Part 5: Red-eyed hacker

Giorno x OC

OC: Georgia Silverthorne

Chaotic Gremlin + Crackhead energy 3: Syrup Village Arc. U totally thought she wasn't a Goldsboro, didn't you? Yes, but actually no. Her mom is Usagi's. She's just raised mostly by her mom who's incredibly abusive and she doesn't know who her dad is. Also it's "Red-eyed" bc everyone else so far and continuing on has bright ass Green eyes and hers are red. Normal eye color is boring. Her stand is called Techno Glitch and it's like normal stand, but it has to be programed by hand from a floating computer cause it sounded cool in my head so I said "yeah that." Weird power is that she sorta sleepwalks into the other 2 living Goldsboro's heads, like Usagi'll be dreaming and the 2 knew each other for a long time cause they have the same mom and stuff and Georgia will go "Ayo, what u dreaming about?" And Usagi will jump like 6 feet in the air.

If you can't tell by the length of that wall of text, she's my favorite

Also I'm skipping part 6 cause Jolyne is literally Kasumi's daughter, we don't need to sweet home Alabama this stuff

Part 7: Oh, to be young again

Johnny Joestar x OC

OC: Lucie "Lucky Lu" Goldsboro

Has that "popular yet still a good person" energy rarely found in my generation, or at least just in my school. Her stand is called Boomerang, and I'll let you figure out what it is. Only thing is that it's a person holding them, not an actual boomerang. Also 110% horse girl energy, but not in a cringy way Her weird power is that she has an insane amount of luck, hence her nickname.

Part 8: Rock n roll all night

Gappy x OC

OC: Rin Kaneko

Crackhead energy 4: Tsuzumi Mansion Arc, mixed with small but noticeable amounts of Undertaker from Black Butler and Hu Tao from Genshin. She just woke up next to Gappy, no memory of the last 2 months, and went "Ima just follow around this dude and help him remember his shit first." Her stand is called Ragged Glory and it's a guitar, but it doesn't just play music if you pull the strings, nonono, it also generates a random effect from a defined list because I only have so many sides on a die, and it's great. Her weird power is that she is well aware of the TimeLine reset in the end of part 6 (The one that left me crying cause all my Husbandos are gone now) and the memories and experiences of our past characters live in her and just surface at random.

I might make one for JoJo lands, depends on how I feel about it, dunno

[collecting-stories]

Vegetarian - Steve Harrington

Request: If you feel like writing it steve harrington x reader where she's vegetarian and they're having dinner at Steve's house and his parents (specially his dad) tries to convince her to eat meat, she's uncomfortable and Steve gets mad at them

A/N: I’m a vegetarian myself and my stepdad always rags on me about not eating meat. 

Stranger Things Masterlist

It wasn’t like you hated going to the Harrington’s. You and Steve had been dating for a while and you’d been to his house a handful of times but each time was arguably worse than the last. Not because of him, honestly, Steve was the sweetest guy you’d ever dated and you couldn’t believe you’d almost let other people’s opinions of him stop you from going out. No, definitely not because of him...because of his dad. Steve Harrington’s father was a staunch believer in meat. So much so that you were half convinced it was a religion to him. He talked about prime cuts and hamburgers and smoking meat and special rubs and anything that made you recoil in disgust. You’d been a vegetarian since a fourth-grade trip to a farm and he made the commitment even harder every time you set foot in his house, as if challenging your view of the food group was somehow his civic duty.  

“Hey!” And when Steve invited you over for a “barbeque” his mom was hosting in the neighborhood you almost wished that you were better at telling your boyfriend no. His dad’s booming voice over the sound of other dads chatting around a grill made you grimace. “Look who it is! Veggie Princess.”

“Hilarious.” You deadpanned as Steve got up from one of the loungers by the pool, cutting you off before you could get further into the backyard. He always acted like he was refereeing a game when you came around his house but more often than not, he was just giving points to his dad.  

“Sorry,” Steve always apologized for him too. “My mom got like four different kinds of salad though.”  

“Are they all macaroni?” You joked, mood lightening as Steve led you over to the buffet table his mom had set up. She’d laid out enough food to feed four neighborhoods, her usual over-the-top escapades seemingly grander for this party. You wanted to ask if there was an occasion that you forgot about but you also didn’t want to hear either of Steve’s parents latch on to the opportunity to tell a story. His mom’s never ended and his dad’s somehow always wound back around to you and your insistence to abstain from meat.  

“This one’s cesear.” His mom piped up, appearing at the table beside you and already starting to ladle some salad onto a plate for you.  

“No meat?” You asked, cautious as ever.

“A little meat never hurt anyone! You think all those athletes in the Olympics worry about meat this much?” Steve’s dad shouted from his place at the grill. He lifted the lid, a billow of smoke pouring out as he continued, “Of course they don’t! They need protein.”  

“I get plenty of protein Mr. Harrington, thanks for worrying though.”

“Can’t get protein if you aren’t eating meat.” He replied, getting nods of agreement from the other dads standing around him. Apparently bullying a teenager into eating meat was a group activity they could all agree to.  

“Dad, lay off.” Steve groaned. Despite his usual avoidance of these arguments, he really hated that he couldn’t have you over without his parents bullying you for your food choices.  

You turned away from the grill and took a bite of salad, your face scrunching at the unfamiliar taste. This wasn’t the cesear salad that your mom made and you realized a moment too late (a bite too late) that what you were tasting was fish. “Are there anchovies in this dressing?” You balked and Steve visibly paled beside you.  

“Of course.” His mom seemed to totally miss the point though you were sure she knew well enough what she did as she played dumb. “I figured you knew that.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t eat fish either!” Mr. Harrington called.  

“You know she doesn’t!” Steve yelled, completely frustrated. “She’s been here like a million times dad, you know she doesn’t eat meat and you know she’s vegetarian and no one is laughing at you bullying my girlfriend every time she comes over for dinner.”  

There was no doubt in your mind that you looked absolutely shocked as Steve tore into his dad. You’d definitely never heard him disrespect either of his parents like this. Usually he just made excuses for them.  

“Steve,” you urged, grabbing his arm, “Steve, look it’s fine, it was just one bite.”

“No it’s not!” He insisted, “it’s constant harassing and bullying. I let you put up with it all the time and it’s not fair.”  

“I mean-”

“Bullying is a stretch there Steven,” his dad called, “we’re only teasing her.”

“It’s not just teasing when you say ‘I’m gonna switch out your food with meat’ or when you give her salad that had fish in the dressing!” Steve snapped. He gripped your hand in his and started to walk, pulling you toward the sliding glass door that led inside.  

“Where are you going?” His mom called.

“Leaving!”  

Steve didn’t stop until you were both at the front door. He finally slowed his steps, stopping just before the door and running a hand through his hair. You weren’t sure if he was more upset with himself for flipping out like that on his parents (especially in front of all their friends) or if he was just annoyed that this kind of trouble always seemed to follow the two of you around when you were at his house.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized, “I feel like this always happens.”

“Yeah, cause my dad has no respect for anyone! You shouldn’t have to listen to him give you a hard time every time you come over.” Steve replied, “you’re my girlfriend and they should show you some respect.”

“It’s alright, Steve, I know how your dad is.”

“That’s not an excuse!” He insisted.  

“Come on, let’s go get some pizza...I’m not really in the mood for barbeque anyway.” You suggested, wanting to be out of the house more than anything else.  

[writes-eat-sleep-repeat]

Seeing Red

Prompt: PMS days

Pairing: Spooky x Reader

Warning/ notes: Major fluff. Not grammatically correct. Currently on my menses which inspired this one shot. Hope it can comfort other spooky lovers during their time of the month. Enjoy ;)

Summary: Spooky takes care of his girlfriend when she’s on her menses. Just him and her!

Word count: 2063

As you opened your eyes you peered through the curtains of your room and noticed it was a rainy day outside in LA. The sky was somewhere between a light gray and the cusp of a white. They kind of color that hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled over on your back and instantaneously felt the stinging in our stomach. It was day two of your menses. They worst day of them all. often you thought about what it might feel like to get shot and came to the conclusion it couldn’t possibly be any worse than this. While you laid back staring up at the ceiling you heard your phone vibrate. Looking over all you could mutter was “shit” 8 miss calls and 15 text. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to your left 10:00 am. Opening the text you scroll to the top and began reading

‘Hey mama’-3:15 pm

Missed call 3:30 pm

‘Hello’-4:00pm

Missed call 5:00 pm

‘Y/N’-5:30 pm

Missed call 6:00 pm

‘Y/N pick up the phone’- 6:30 pm

The calls and messages entwined like this for the next couple of hours until you guess your boyfriend finally fell asleep. You cant believe you slept for basically 19 hours straight. Aside from a few bathroom and water breaks where you had to use all the power you could muster up to complete those task, you somehow forgot to check your phone. Throwing your arm over your face to block out what little light was peaking through the window you could hear your roommate/ best friend Rebecca getting ready for work. BUZZZZ someone rang the doorbell. You heard him before you saw him. Out in the living room talking with you bestie, ‘where is Y/N’ he asked her. Oh no. He sounds pissed.

You laid frozen with your hand over your arm wanting the earth to swallow you whole. ‘She’s not feeling well’ you heard Rebecca respond. You always avoided Oscar on days like this because you were afraid to get mad and finally scare him away with your crazy . He burst into your room bringing the bright light from the hallway with him. You felt the irritation slowly building. Removing your hand with a sigh you look over to your right at the door. ‘Couldn’t pick up your phone’ he asked with a particular edge to his voice that brought out your annoyance to what seemed to be instantaneously. ‘I was sleeping’ you said letting acid seep into your voice. ‘For a fucking day’ he yelled. That’s it, you thought sitting up it bed which was followed by a gush of blood below causing you further annoyance.

“I’m not dealing with your shit today. 1. I spoke to you yesterday afternoon and its only 10 am meaning it wasn’t a whole fucking day. 2. Becca told you I wasn’t feeling well and instead of coming in here and asking if I’m okay you choose too come in here and yell at me like your my daddy. 3. Your not my daddy 4. My hormones are all over the place and I literally feel like i am dying so unless you plan on helping and not being an ass I suggest you leave.’ Oscar who you never ever send away looked more hurt than even mad that you yelled at him. He never took that kind of disrespect from anyone being the gang leader he is. ‘Okay, well.. what’s wrong? ummm... how can I help?’ he asked. ‘ you cant’ you replied. “Y?N...” ‘I have to go to the store and get some stuff.’ You swung you legs of the bed and tried to stand up only to be meet with crippling pain. Before you could even fully bend over to hold your stomach Oscar was there pushing you back onto the bed. ‘Your not driving like this’ he said. ‘Tell me what you need and ill get it for you’ he finished. ‘ you cant, ok its personal girl stuff’ you replied shyly. ‘ I didn’t ask you what it was. I said to tell me what you need’ he sternly answered. After writing a list that and handing it to him he said he’ll be back in 15 minutes. You took this time to take some pain medication and crawl to the bathroom just barely managing to take a shower while he was gone. Rebecca poked her head in to let you know she was heading out so you knew it was time to leave the shower so you could let Oscar back in. Standing in your room trying to figure out what to wear you decided on a pair of black leggings and one of oscars hoodie that you stole from him. You just needed to be comfy. As you were pulling the hoodie down over your head you heard the door buzzz. Heading out the the front door you pulled it open to find Oscar with 4 shopping bags. He walked past you to the kitchen and put them on the counter. ‘What exactly did you buy Oscar I only asked for a pack of pads and a soda” you asked quizzically, with what you were sure was a confused look on your face.

‘Well you said always overnight but they had 2 different kinds and I didn’t want to call you so I got both and then i got you some Advil, i mean I don’t know if that works for that kind of pain’ he said gesturing towards your stomach ‘but, i got it anyway and the lady at the store said it was good and suggested i get you something sweet and I couldn’t decide on one, so i bought one of every candy and...’ he didn’t get to finish his rambling because you walked over to him and kissed him lovingly to interrupting, he responded by holding your neck firmly in place and meeting you with the same level of passion. Pulling away for oxygen you looked up into the liquid brown eyes of Oscar Diaz and all you could say is ‘I love You’. “Go sit down mama I’m making breakfast” was his response. “Ummmm...I kinda wanted ice cream for breakfast’ you said. ‘Ice cream is not breakfast. No wonder i cant get cesear to eat any real food’ he teased you. Knowing you looked after the younger Diaz while he was locked up. ‘Hey. I eat real food but today my a baby maker wants ice cream so, I eat ice cream’ you joked. Walking over to the couch in the living room knowing he will never let you eat the ice cream first.

Settling down under the black throw that was on the couch you began to flick through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Settling on a romantic comedy. It wasn’t t long before Oscar walked over with your plate in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached you in Rebecca’s -queen of the kitchen-apron. Your attention then turned on the intoxicating smell drifting off the plate in his hand and settling in your nose. Homemade fluffy pancakes, eggs and fried salami (Oscar knew you weren’t a bacon person). He handed you the plate and placed his on the coffee table before heading back to the kitchen to remove the apron and grab your drinks. By the time he returned you were already half way through your meal. As he sat down to begin his meal. You were full and much more happy, you still couldn’t escape what you could only assume to be a stabbing taking place in your stomach but this is as happy as you were gonna get. You were content. Watching Oscar eat you eyes drifted to the santos tattoo on is neck and dirty thoughts began popping into your head. Just filthy thoughts, scooting a little closer to your man you kissed it midway him bringing some eggs to his mouth. He paused looking at you from the side through those long eyelashes with a lifted eyebrow.

That put your hormones in overdrive, you wanted him now! ‘ I liked the breakfast’ was all you could manage. Shaking his head he returned to his meal. You kissed his tattoo again, then licked it and then began sucking it. You hadn’t realized Oscar had put his dish down when he lifted you onto his lap. You were face to face, sitting on his lap you noticed he was a little hard. Biting your lip and now staring at his lips thinking of all the possibilities you could do with his mouth he smiled. Damnit the dimples. At this point you couldn’t blame the full wetness on the blood. Ugh, why did you have to have a period. ‘Hi’ he said still smiling. “Hi” you smiled back, clearing your throat “ummm... I really, really liked the breakfast” you continued. “I appreciate the gratitude and the delivery of it but, I don’t think you should start something you cant finish right now in your current state” he replied. ‘Oh’ you answered climbing off of him bringing you knees to your chest. You know his rejection was well placed and he was right but with your hormones all over the place it hit you harder than you expected. ‘Hey, hey he said moving it closer to you. You know I would do absolutely terrible things to you Mi amor, but your not at 100 right now and I don’t want you feel like you have to have sex for me to stay. Okay? He asked. ‘Yeah, umm.. that wasn’t for you but, Okay.’ nodding you moved over to curl up next to him as he finished his meal. Peaking up at him every now ad then you started thinking about how you both had changed.

You knew Oscar essentially Your entire life. Your dad’s were cool and so Oscar spent a lot of time in your fathers auto shop learning, since your dad never had a son he welcomed the apprenticeship. You were no tomboy and completely against anything other than reading. It wasn’t that far fetched you and Oscar began dating in high school. You remembered the first time getting your period and trying to explain what was happening to him; you not even knowing yourself. ‘So your bleeding’ twelve year old Oscar asked. ‘Yes’ you replied. ‘From your Vagina’ he whispered. ‘ yes’ you whispered back. “So... why does this happen?’ He asked. ‘Well my mom said when you are growing up it happens when you don’t have a baby. I think’ you replied. ‘So, your body is hurting you because you don’t have a baby?’he asked. ‘Ummm... yeah, I guess’ you answered. ‘So why not just have a baby? Said Oscar ‘ I asked that too, my dad said because he’ll kill me. So I guess I’m suppose to just suffer in silence’ you answered.

The memory bought a smile to your face and a small giggle escaped your lips causing Oscar to glance down quizzically at you now cuddled up next to him with your head on his shoulders. “ I was just remembering the first time I got my period and you thought having a baby would be the answer to all my menses related problems” you answered his unspoken question. ‘It still could be’ was all he replied shaking his head’ Smiling, most likely remembering the memory too. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier’ he continued. ‘It’s just being me...well people... its hard...-I know’ you cut him of. ‘Being you is hard and you not only have to think about you but the gang as well , Cesar....Me. I know you, your head goes to the worst possible scenario automatically. I know how worried you get. I should have checked my phone. I’m sorry too” you said pecking him on the cheek. With a quick nod of the head he returned his attention back to the screen. He wasn’t a man of many words. You two watched movies for the rest of the night. There were far and few instances when you had Oscar to yourself. When he was Oscar and not spooky. You relished these moments, these feelings and saved them for times when being is girlfriend seems less than ideal. For tonight, it’s enough to just cuddle up with your man and watch a movie.