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rougepancake · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒

FT. Dio Brando; AFAB! Reader

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My submission for @dolcezzzza’s cabin collab event

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Vampire Dio, rough sex, marking, Dio’s sexy vampire fangs, extremely dubious consent, creepy Dio, non-consensual touching, noncon themes, gore, religious & sacrilegious themes, Dio being treated as a god, slight soft sex??, implied breeding, implied objectification

SUMMARY: You and your… rather odd friend get snowed in a cabin together in the middle of summer. What you don’t know is that he’s withholding some rather interesting information from you. Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?

Snow. What a beautiful sight it is when it’s falling from the sky. How gorgeous it can be when the light reflects off of it just right. It’s glorious in its own right, as is life.

Regardless of the time of season, snow perseveres. It thrives at the tops of mountains in the coldest of temperatures, shining brightly at those who seek it out.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin. Where one can do as they please and sit up in their chair with a book and a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

Though, for whatever reason, your friend was incredibly sensitive to the sunlight. He claimed that he would simply burn alive if he were to ever come into contact with it. This ‘allergy’ of his was the main problem for you while you were trying to book a cabin. Because how in the world were you supposed to find a cabin with little to no sunlight??

“It’s a shame that Jonathan and Erina couldn’t join us.” You looked up from your book and over at your friend, who was sitting in the dark corner of the room, watching the sunset in disgust. He ignored you completely, his eyes fixed on the window. “Oh. Do you want me to close the curtains?”

“It’s snowing.”

“It is indeed.”

A long, pregnant pause followed.

“It’s summer.”

“We’re in Lapland.”

It always snows in Lapland, he ought to know this by now. Actually, he simply just ought to know better. You were the one that paid for the whole thing, and he didn’t seem to respect that one bit. A part of you wanted to think that he expected it of you, but you shut it down immediately. He was your friend. And as much of a douche bag as he was, you didn’t take him as the type to take advantage of you. He wasn’t supposed to take advantage of you.

Your friend sighed heavily and rose to his feet, retreating further into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk this over with you. He was acting like it was your fault that it was snowing, when, clearly, there was no way for such a thing to be possible. His attitude towards it was really starting to get on your nerves, especially since this vacation was his idea.

“Dio come back,” you frowned as he left. The sun was now setting, which meant he would want to go out soon. Though, you didn’t know why. You never knew why. He’d often leave in the middle of the night, coming and going without saying a word. “Come now, Dio. We can wait for the sun to set together.” You watched him slide on his coat and reach for his boots. “What are you doing?”

“It’s snowing. I want to make sure I can leave later.” With a huff, he leaned against the wall and forced his boots onto his feet. “I do not wish to be stuck here with some harlot. Especially when-” He cut himself off, avoiding your gaze. It was bold of him to call you a harlot when you were the one with the money.

And boy did Dio love money.

“Especially when what, Dio? Do not forget that you’re the one who wanted to come on vacation with me. I’m not going to listen to you bitch and moan like a child, do you understand?” You placed a hand on your hip, your eyes following his movements. He scoffed and shrugged off your comment, his hand resting on the doorknob. He could feel the cold through the wooden door, and he frowned at the thought. Would he really be stuck here with you?

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Dio opened the door and was met with a wall of snow, one that towered over the doorway and ensured that you were stuck with the blonde. Silence swept over the two of you as you took in the awkwardness of your situation. He was clearly upset, slamming the door shut with a grunt before turning to meet your gaze. “Why didn’t you check the forecast?” He growled. His tone of voice caused you to shiver, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he so mad all of a sudden? What plans did he have that were so damn important that he just had to leave right now?

“Why didn’t you do it yourself? You’re the one who stays cooped up in his room all day and doesn’t leave until night.” You returned his tone, giving him a frustrated look as you spoke. “What do you even do at night, hm? Flaunt around to get laid? I don’t wanna hear it from you. Actually, I don’t wanna hear anything from you for the rest of the trip. I’m the one who paid for it, so suck it up,” you scoffed and stormed off. Your book was waiting for you, as was your peaceful vacation. You weren’t about to let his mood ruin your day.

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the den of the cabin. They practically bore holes into your back, searing straight through your clothing along with your skin. What you had said definitely struck a nerve.

“I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it,” you mumbled to yourself as you reached for your book once again, taking a moment to admire the beautiful summer snow outside of your cabin. Though, the thought of reading now bored you. In fact, you’d much rather chat with that jerk that you called a friend, but he was in too much of a bad mood to allow such a thing to happen. It was a shame that Jonathan hadn’t come, maybe then he’d be able to help you deal with Dio. Or at least he could help you learn how to appease him.

With a huff, you rose from your seat once again. You wanted to head to the kitchen, but you didn’t overly feel like cooking, so you opted out and headed to the conservatory. The snow made the room look brighter as it clung to the windows, reflecting the setting sun beautifully. Damn that snow, leaving you trapped with Dio. What did he even do at night anyways? Was he some form of vampire?? You scoffed at the idea. Vampires didn’t exist, after all. They were merely tall tales created to scare tourists away from historical areas. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though, there were many times where you found yourself questioning if Dio was even a human. It was all in the way that he acted. He carried himself in a way that simply exuded confidence, far more than any other person you’d met. He was incredibly strong, and way more intelligent than Jonathan. Sure they sound like normal things, making him sound like some random try hard from England, but to you that wasn’t the case.

In your mind, Dio Brando was an enigma, about as well understood as God. No one really questioned his actions, because no one was brave enough to challenge him. And it surely didn’t help that he was as intimidating as he was beautiful. His body looked as if it were chiseled and sculpted by the finest of artists, as each muscle was defined in such a sickeningly gorgeous manner that made him hard to ignore.

Regardless of how you felt, you knew that it would be best to push your feelings to the side. Sure he was hot, but he was also an inconsiderate prick. About the only time he cared about anything was if it affected his wellbeing. Though, you and Jonathan were used to it by now.

The more you thought, the more guilty you felt for getting upset with him. It’s not his fault that he can’t go out in the sun, so why blame him for it? That wasn’t fair of you. It was a low blow, really. Maybe you should apologize—

Just then, a rather loud thud came from upstairs, startling you out of your thoughts. The sun had completely set by now, with the full moon shining brightly in the sky behind you. It alarmed you to hear something so disruptive. And as your panic set in, you made your way up the stairs, praying that you wouldn’t find your friend dead on the floor.

“Dio? Are you feeling alright?” You called out, peeking up into the hallway anxiously. Silence met you in response, only to be interrupted by a loud groan from Dio’s bedroom. “Hello? Dio please answer me-“ You scrambled up the stairs, your eyes wide. All you could really hear was the thrumming of your own heart, as it was loud enough to overpower your racing mind.

“Go away.” His voice rang out and you froze. What was with his tone? Had he injured himself? Either way, it drove you to get closer to his room.

“C-Come on, Dio! The most you could do is let me help you!” You paused. What were you saying? You didn’t care about him that much, did you? Hesitantly, you placed your hand on the doorknob to his room. “Dio?” You were answered with another groan, this one seemingly more strained than the last. It was beginning to make you nervous. “I’m coming in-!”

“Did you not hear me wench?!” He shouted at you, his voice seemingly farther away than before. “I said go away!”

His tone caught you off guard, causing you to shake. Was his voice… wavering? No- it couldn’t be. Dio would never show any form of weakness to you, regardless of how close you are. He knew better than that.

You frowned and glared at the door, lowering your hand from the doorknob with a frown.“Fine! Fucking be that way you dick!” You stomped your foot and huffed angrily. Why did you even bother? All your kindness would do was backfire, so there was no point in trying to be nice to him. But you tried anyways, which upset you further.

The sudden sound of his bedroom door flying off its hinges caused you to scream loudly, pure terror spreading throughout your body and forcing you to freeze. His heavy breathing along with yours echoed in the hallway, his heavy steps echoing loudly within your ears. That strength… it was inhuman.

“What did you just call me?” His voice was low, just quiet enough to be menacing. “Don’t be shy, say it again bitch.” He was behind you now, bent over so his lips could hover above the skin on your neck. This was a side of Dio that you had never seen before, and it frightened you. He was much bolder than usual, his hands wandering along your sides as he waited patiently for you to respond to him.

“I said you’re a dick, a real son of a b-bitch,” you didn’t know what came over you, and your body tensed further when his long fingers caressed your throat. You felt like a woman in a medieval painting, cradled by a monster who was too beautiful to be the same creature as you.

“You know, your veins are really something…” Dio trailed off into silence. It was incredibly hard to ignore his lustful tone, and it took everything you had to not turn around and meet his lidded eyes. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a whine to pass through your lips. You couldn’t believe this was real. Was he really this close to you? Honestly, under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded.

For Dio Brando was simply that divine of a being.

“Your blood must taste as amazing as it smells…” The words caught you further off guard, and if you could, you would have run away and never looked back. But why? Dio was supposed to be your friend, someone you could trust to protect you if need be. You shouldn’t be afraid of him. It just didn’t feel right. Even if he was a monster, it didn’t feel right.

Your instinct, nine times out of ten, was right. And you should have listened to it and run, but as Dio led you into his bedroom, you knew it was over. Lines had been crossed, and each step he took dragged you closer to the point of no return. The regret pooling in your stomach was almost great enough to drown out the pain of Dio’s fangs breaking your skin. His sharp nails tore through your clothing, and he wasted no time in tossing them across the room. With every move he made, a plea escaped you, but you argued in vain. Dio couldn’t have cared less, you knew this.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He whispered into your ear, his left hand trailing down your bare stomach at a tauntingly slow pace. It stopped at your core, hovering over it as if to prove a point.

His fingers slipped into you with ease, relentlessly stretching your cunt so that you stood a chance at being able to take him. Horrible things were whispered to you, things that made you tighten around his fingers helplessly.

“H-Hah- Dio- don’t stop, please—“ You grabbed his arm and squirmed, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your high building up. It was an all too familiar feeling, and it was stolen from you within seconds by the monster behind you.

“That’s Lord Dio, to you, got it?” His fangs grazed your neck at the same time his thumb discovered your clit. A whine escaped you, loud and shameful. You couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence, your mind going fully numb as your hips bucked upwards for more friction.

“Yes-! Lord D-Dio, I- ah-“ His thumb pressed down harshly onto your clit, purposefully interrupting you. At this point, there was no telling what his goal was.

“Now, where were we?” Dio rolled you over effortlessly, shoving your face into the pillows with a shit eating grin. “Ah yes, I was about to make you my bitch.” He forced his cock into the heat of your cunt, a low groan escaping him in the process.

Screams and cries echoed throughout the cabin, a cruel reminder that you were alone with the mythical Dio. Yet you couldn’t seem to drown in your remorse, not when he was making you feel so horribly good. It was almost as if you were thankful that he fucked like the god he pretended to be.

A loud groan left him, and he threw his head back in pleasure. His lips were parted in bliss, sweat coating his forehead as his hair fell into his face.

“My my, you took me so well…” He released his grip on you and allowed you to turn around and look at him. His eyes flickered with lust at the sight of your fucked out expression. It was as if the sight of your beauty had stunned him into silence. Was he just now noticing how gorgeous you were?

“L-Lord Dio…” You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. His cock was still buried deep inside you, causing a bulge to form on your stomach. It was something you could get high off of.

He leaned in quickly, his eyes shining brightly as he observed you. How many people had he slept with again? And yet, not one of them was able to make him feel this way.

“I could make you a goddess, you know,” Dio whispered, his tone anything but soft. His breathing grew to be heavier than usual, as if he was waiting for you to agree so he could continue blowing your back out. “You would be my queen…”

His hips began to move once more, slower than before so he could feel you better. His eyes didn’t dare to leave yours, his fangs peeking over his lips as he fucked you.

“From now on, you shall be mine. Got it?” His voice was low and quiet, soft grunts escaping him here and there as he picked up his pace. He had reduced you to a whining mess, objectifying you in just about one of the best ways possible.

You thought, at least.

“Let me fill you with my seed, you filthy being,” he called out, his thrusts sloppy and erratic. “Bear my child, give me an heir.”

Rumor has it that what happens in the cold mountains of Lapland is to stay there, forever lost amongst it’s beautiful scenery. No one speaks about what they’ve seen, for they immediately forget once they lay their eyes upon the glorious yearlong snow.

Ah, snow. It gleams underneath the summer sun, as if to smile at its enemies. How beautiful it can be in its perseverance, spreading its numbing cold to the areas around it effortlessly.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin, where one can kick up their feet and read a book beside the fireplace with a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

#feel like I got a little too poetic here but oh well #not me listening to beautifully orchestrated music while writing this #I’m channeling my inner mozart or something but it’s inspiring for sure #x reader #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #dio x reader #dio brando #dio brando x reader #jjba dio #dio smut #jjba smut #jjba x reader #vampire x reader #vampire #vampire smut

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing well! If possible, may I please request some Jojo headcanons for Jonathan, Erina, and DIO with an S/O who has a stand that, much like [The World], has the ability to stop Time and… they use it for the most mundane of purposes? Like, no evil plans or anything, they just use it to help them out perhaps? Like if their missing something, they suddenly have it in their hands, etc? Also, I love the idea of non-stand users just meeting a stand user, DIO is there because he’s… DIO lmao.

My first and last ever JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure request! So, let’s do it! Phantom Blood characters. Def favs were Phantom Blood and Battle Tenacity! Joseph is my hero! Thank you dearly

Joestar Jonathan

Jonathan is just shocked and so fascinated… Simple as that; nothing more, nothing less. Are you magic? No. He saw you just sitting there and now, there is a water bottle in your hands from literally nothing? How is that possible!

Jonathan is so intrigued by your ‘invisible hands’ that he asks questions. How does it work? Is it magic? Is it psychic? Can anybody get such abilities? Is it like vampirism? He becomes a curious, cute little child as his blue eyes sparkle with hope to learn

Jonathan won’t ever try make you do anything you don’t want but he would be interested to see your invisible hands fight and he even tries to touch your STAND. He simply encourages you and compliments you about your amazing ability in the STAND! You have additional greatness, alongside your amazing personality

Jonathan is mainly just so interested and curious to learn more about a STAND user, everything they haven to offer

Pendleton Erina

Erina is frightened by how you’ll be in one spot before she blinks but once she does, you’re somewhere else. She can’t be seeing things! That’s impossible… so what are you doing? She is kinda too shy to ask about it but the way she acts, it’s obvious she wants to

Erina wonders if this magical ability of yours is dangerous or not as you insist to her it’s harmless whilst making a object ‘float’ in midair. She can’t see it… so what are you referring to? She does believe you as you speak, but at the same time, she just wants to see this creature you have described to her herself

Erina is such a polite girl. So, she keeps most of her questions to herself and she tries to keep out of the way of your STAND but if you have it pick her up from falling over, she will be frightened by the invisible hands but thankful to your own kindness. If you let her, she’ll try touch your STAND

Erina may be a bit suspicious about such a existence, but she does believe you and would love to learn more about a STAND user

DIO

DIO cannot believe your STAND is so much like his The World that he is completely interested in you straight away. You can stop time as well? He must know exactly the limits and abilities of your time-stopping STAND to figure out how it ties to The World

DIO is annoyed by how you don’t use your STAND for the right reasons but for such nonsensical reasons. STANDS are built for battle and you’re using your extremely powerful one to do such mundane tasks since you proclaim; “it is more comfortable for you”. Don’t be such a moron!

DIO may have a matching ability to yours but not even he can predict nor notice you using the time stop. You’ll be somewhere as he turns away then you’ll be gone from the room when he turns back. DIO knows to always be ready as your STAND and The World can openly clash

DIO knows of STAND users but a STAND user with the same ability as his has his undivided attention and fascination

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thornybubbles · 2 years

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The JoJos: Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro)

NOTE: Going to make a part 2 to this including Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny. The weird issue I was having with this post seems to have gone away. Though if anything looks weird or incomplete, let me know, please.

Jonathan

Jonathan's been through a lot. Thanks to Dio, he's spent much of his childhood feeling alone and unwanted. Dio stole his father's love, turned everyone in town against him, brutally killed poor Danny, and even drove his beloved Erina away from him. You’re the only one that stayed. You're the only one that continued to stand up for him when everyone else gave into Dio.

So that's why when he sees you looking at your friend with eyes filled with such fondness and adoration, it stirs up a dark anger in him that is so intense that it frightens him.

Jonathan does an excellent job of reigning in his emotions. You will only see that same sweet smile he always has, but you won't see the way his smile drops into a scowl as he excuses himself and turns away from you and your friend. You won't see the way he grips the doorknob so hard his fingers leave dents in the brass.

Jonathan hates the way he feels. He has no right to try to lay claim to you. He will just have to accept that fact that you will only ever see him as a friend. So that was that. He was going to lose you,too, and then he really will be alone. His anger dissipates and he goes into a depressive state that lasts for weeks. During the day he wanders far away from his father's property and into the forest. He can't bring himself to go into town for fear of seeing you and your friend together somewhere. Staying home is out of the question. He can't take Dio's constant questions. Even though they've started acting more civil with each other, Jonathan can't bring himself to ever fully trust his adoptive brother. Dio seems far too interested in his relationship with you for his liking.

"Why don't I see you with your little friend anymore, JoJo?" Dio asks. "You seemed so close as children. Did something happen?"

Jonathan isn't sure but he thought he heard a hint of glee in Dio's voice as he asked that.

Jonathan makes an effort not to snap at him. It's not his fault that this is happening. Not this time anyway.

"Sometimes people grow apart when they grow up. The responsibilities of adulthood can distract one from childhood friendships. That's just the way life is. And if you'll excuse me, I don't wish to speak on the matter anymore." Is Jonathan's reply before he exits the room.

Dio doesn't miss the misery in Jonathan's voice and he revels in it.

"If you say so, JoJo."

Jonathan ends up spending most of his time in the part of the forest where the two of you would play games, tell stories, and just laugh and chase each other for hours. Erina would join you sometimes… before she started avoiding him.

And now he lost you, too.

Of course. Why should he ever be allowed to be happy? Even without Dio being the cause of his misery, it seemed life itself was against him. He slumped to the ground and propped himself against a tree. He was sure his father would scold him for getting dirt on his clothes but that was nothing new. His father was always scolding and shaming him for something. That is, when he wasn’t singing Dio’s praises.

Jonathan sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the tree trunk. He wasn't going to think about that. He wanted to think about you and the short time you spent together. He would think about the time he tried to scare you with a bug only to have you laugh at him and hold the bug in your hand like it was nothing. He wanted to think about the time you fell out of the tree you were climbing, got up, brushed yourself off, and went right back to climbing. You didn't cry at all. He wanted to think about the time you looked Dio right in the eyes and told him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine (mind you in a much more ladylike manner).

You were both a gentle hand and a fist of strength, perfectly balanced in every way. You gave him a sense of hope and courage in one of the darkest times of his life. He could sit here and bask in the warmth of your memory until he just stopped living. That would have to be enough. He couldn't have you, but nothing could rob him of his memories of you. Not even Dio.

He must have dozed off at some point because he found himself being shaken awake. He may have been imagining it, but the person shaking him sounded an awful lot like you.

"JoJo! JoJo! Wake up!"

Jonathan's eyelids flew open. It was you!

“Oh… what?” he rasped. His voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was on fire. He didn't care though. You were here with him and that's all that mattered.

“Why… are you… here?” He asked, genuinely confused by your presence. Shouldn't you be with your friend?

“Why am I here?” you repeat. “Why do you think? I came to find you, you ninny!”

Jonathan just blinks up at you in confusion.

“I haven't seen you in weeks and when I asked your father about you he told me that you've been acting strangely. He said that you wandered the house at night instead of sleeping and that you haven't been eating. So I started looking for you and I found you out here sleeping in the woods!"

“O-oh…” Jonathan couldn't say more than that. He didn't really know how to answer. That, and he felt horrible. He was achy all over and his head was hurting.

You placed a hand on his forehead and he froze at your touch, mind going numb.

“Jojo, you're burning up! How long have you been sitting in the cold like this?” You asked.

Was it cold? Honestly Jonathan hadn't even noticed that the temperature had dropped. It was already night time. Had he really been out here for that long?

“Why have you been doing this to yourself?” You ask, your voice hitched with worry. “Has Dio been bullying you again?”

Jonathan said nothing. He just shook his head.

“Then why?! Was it something else?” You ask. “Was… was it something I did?”

Jonathan caught something in your eyes when you asked him that. It was something that opened up a very dark place inside of him. Guilt. You felt guilty. You were blaming yourself for his pitiable state.

"I just... I didn't want to interfere." He says.

“Interfere?” You ask. “Interfere with what? What are you talking about?”

“You… and your friend.” He says. “I see the way you look at him…”

Your face flushed.

"I-I don't l-look at him that way!" You stuttered out in embarrassment.

“You don’t have to hide it.” He says, trying to speak up. The action was putting a strain on his voice, making it sound worse… just as he intended.

“JoJo…” you start to say, but he doesn't let you finish.

"Listen... I never told you how I felt, because I thought it would put a strain on our friendship... We've been friends for a long time, haven't we? You were there for me for some of the most difficult times of my life and I adore you for it... It's because I love you so much that I'm willing to let you be happy with someone else... even if it means I'll never see you again . I just want you to be happy …” He ended with a very real, but perfectly timed cough.

You grabbed him by his flushed face and made him look at you.

“Don't say things like that, JoJo!” you cry. “You make it sound like I plan to abandon you!”

He grasped one of your hands weakly. “I don't matter, dearest. I told you, if he makes you happy…”

"That's enough!" you said sternly, placing a finger over his lips and silencing him. "I don't want you to say such things anymore!"

Your face was etched in anger, but your eyes glistened with unshed tears. It was working. As much as he hated stooping to such deplorable tactics like guilt-tripping, but by God, it was working! He could hate himself for it later. Right now, he was basking in your attention.

You removed your finger from his lips and he smiled up at you in a state of mindless bliss.

"Yes, ma'am." he rasped, before going into a coughing fit.

You let him go and stood up. He whined pathetically at the loss of your touch. You assumed it was due to his sickness. You got to your feet with a determined look on your face.

“I'm going back to get your father and some of the servants. They're going take you back home so you can get some rest. Then I'm going into town to fetch a doctor.” You stated.

Then you leaned down and planted a kiss on Jonathan's warm forehead. Jonathan could've died right then and there and died happy.

"Don't move from that spot, JoJo!" You said as you hiked up your skirt and began running towards the Joestar Mansion.

“I'm not going anywhere.” JoJo tried to call after you but his voice was too hoarse and you were already out of earshot.

"And neither are you..." He added under his breath.

Joseph

While Jonathan tries to hide his jealousy, Joseph puts his on full display, but he plays it off as a joke.

"So you're going out with him, again!?" he says with a pout.

"Yes, JoJo. I have other friends besides you, you know." You say, tired of having the same old argument every time you go out with someone that isn't him.

Joseph whines like a child and plops down on your couch. He crosses his arms and stares at the wall with a sullen expression.

"I don't have a problem with you having friends, it's just that ever since you've been hanging out with that weirdo you act like I don't even exist! I hardly ever see you anymore!"

You almost felt sorry for him until he called your friend a weirdo.

"JoJo! That's enough! I know you don't like him but I won't have you calling my friend names!" you scolded.

JoJo huffed but continued pouting on the couch in silence.

"Why do you act like such a child? We have this argument every time I go out with someone else. It's exhausting! It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything!"

Ouch. Okay, while what you said was true, you didn't have to just blurt it out like it was nothing. Joseph gives you a hurt look before suddenly doubling over in pain. He clutched his chest, fell off the couch and lay on the floor writhing in agony.

"JoJo! What happened? Are you okay?! JoJo!!" you say in a panic. You drop to your knees next to him.

"JoJo, tell me what's wrong!" you cry.

"I don't know!" He groans. "I just suddenly felt a terrible, sharp pain in my heart! I... I think it's the knife you stabbed into it when you said that just now!"

At the realization that he was faking so he could pick on you, you became furious.

"JOJO! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!" you shout, slapping him in the shoulder.

Joseph curls up trying to protect himself from your slaps, but he's giggling the whole time.

“I thought something was wrong with you, you silly ass!” you shout, a slight sob coming through in your voice.

Joseph sits up, his grinning face only inches from your own.

“Ah, so you do care about me!” he teased.

Your face immediately turned red and you scooted away from him, unable to look at him with him grinning at you like that.

“Shut up, you pain in the neck.” You mumble feeling shy all of a sudden.

Joseph was infuriating, but when he teased you like this, you couldn't help but fall for his charms... just a little. Up to this point, you had only ever viewed Joseph as a friend, but lately you've begun to see him in a slightly different light.

The problem is that Joseph knew that.

“I'll make a deal with you, JoJo.” You said after regaining your composure.

“If you quit complaining every time I go out with my other friends, then I'll make it so Saturdays will be the day that I hang out exclusively with you. Does that sound fair?”

You have Joseph's full attention now.

“Really?! Just you and me?!!” He asks, getting more and more excited by the minute.

“So….does this mean… um….” he stutters, looking around nervously as if he isn't sure that he should say what he wants to.

“Does it mean what?” you ask.

“If we’re going out every Saturday… and it’s just the two of us… can we say that… we’re dating?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

Your face flushes again and you look away from him, irritated at how cute he's being right now.

"Fine." you sigh. "I guess you can say we're dating."

Joseph lets out a whoop of joy before sweeping you into his heavily muscled arms.

"Thank you! You won't regret it I swear!" he promises.

As he pulls you to his chest, you don't see the smug, self-satisfied smirk he has on his face. He's finally got you right where he wants you. It took a while, but he finally got you to like him enough to go out with him. And every Saturday?! This was better than he hoped for! You'll have so much fun hanging around with him that you'll forget all about that weirdo friend of yours.

Check and Mate, darling.

Jotaro

Jealous Jotaro is all cold glares and quiet fury. Every time you and your friend are seen together, Jotaro always seems to be hanging out in the background, staring daggers into the back of your friend's head. You don't know what your friend could've done to earn Jotaro's disdain, but it's very clear that he doesn't want you to be alone with him. The problem is that Jotaro won't tell you anything. Any time you confront him about it you're met with the same response.

“I just don’t like the guy.”

You don't understand why and Jotaro never explains. Your friend isn't even a Stand user, so it can't be that he suspects him of being an enemy.

Your friend may not be a Stand user, but you, unfortunately are. So it takes all of Jotaro's willpower to keep Star Platinum in check when he's around the two of you. Jotaro can feel his Stand's rage stir up any time your friend gets a little too close or handsy with you. There's really nothing suspicious about the way your friend interacts with you. His touches are only of the platonic variety, but each hug, head pat, or playful shove send Jotaro into a silent rage.

He'll chomp down on his cigarette, nearly biting it in half and almost has an aneurysm from trying to keep Star Platinum from popping out and punching the guy's head off of his shoulders.

But none of that matters, because Jotaro already has a plan in play. He just needs to be patient and careful.

For the next few weeks, you start getting an uncomfortable feeling that someone is watching and following you. You often try to find the source of this feeling, frantically looking over your shoulder and seeing no one. You even send your Stand to search around, but it comes back to you shrugging its shoulders after failing to find anyone. You tell Jotaro about it and he gives you a serious, concerned look and tells you to be careful.

"Just because DIO's out of the picture doesn't mean some of his lackeys aren't still around looking for revenge. Just stay alert and let me know if anything suspicious happens." He says.

You nod your head and go about your day, casting worried glances into every shadowy corner.

Jotaro understands your concerns, but he's fully aware of what's really happening, so he's not too worried about it. He watches you until you are out of sight, then he lights a cigarette. He's been thinking about quitting, but he needs the nicotine to clear his head right now. The first part of the plan was taken care of, but he still had work to do.

A few days later, you come to him with a worried expression.

“Someone's been in my house.” You tell him before you even say your morning greeting.

“How do you know?” He asks, instantly alert.

“My diary's missing.” You tell him.

"Your diary?" he says, curling his lip with a disdainful sneer.

"Yes!" You say, annoyed with his attitude. "It wasn't in my desk and I can't find it anywhere in my room or anywhere else in the house."

Jotaro thought for a moment.

“What did you write in it? You didn't write anything about Egypt did you?” he asked with a serious tone.

“Of course not! I wouldn't dare! I didn't put anything important in it just in case someone did find it and read it.” you say.

“Then why would someone want your diary?” He asks.

"I don't know, JoJo! I just know that I can't find it." You shout, frustrated that he doesn't seem to be taking it seriously.

“Did you check your locker?” He offers.

"I don't bring my diary to school, JoJo." You sigh in exasperation.

Jotaro huffs at your tone.

"Don't get snappy, I was just asking. Good grief. If you're that worried about it, I'll come by after school and help you look for it." he says.

You agree to that and go to class feeling a lot better.

You don't find your diary, but for the next week or two, you do start finding pictures of yourself on your windowsill. Fortunately, none of the pictures are compromising but they are worrying. Whoever took them seems to have been following you all over town and at school. So your feeling about being watched had been right. How your Stand hadn't been able to find your personal paparazzi you didn't know, but Jotaro was going to hear about this. You took the pictures to school to show him. He wasn't happy.

“Where did you find these?” He demands.

"On my window sill." You state. "Whoever's stalking me wanted to make sure that I knew it. I'm not gonna wait for their next move. I'm going to take those pictures to the police."

“Don’t bother.” Jotaro says a little too quickly.

"Why not? I need to..."

He cut you off.

“The police won't be able to do much. Stalking cases are tricky and require a lot more evidence than just a few pictures. We don't even have a suspect, so they won't have anything to go on except for what you tell them.” he says.

“So what am I gonna do then?” you ask.

“I'll take care of it.” he says plainly.

Another few days pass and Jotaro hasn't told you much. You've been worrying and fretting but you know Jotaro wouldn't tell you that he'd take care of it unless he had some kind of plan. Sure enough, you found yourself playing the part of bait while Jotaro followed along behind you in secret. You could spot him every now and then behind parked cars and buildings; black coat fluttering in the wind. It gave you a sense of calm even though you could feel that extra presence behind you. You didn't bother to look behind you. You knew you wouldn't see anything. Finally, just when the tension was getting unbearable, you heard someone yelp and you whirled around to see Jotaro holding your friend up by his collar.

"Jotaro? What on earth...?" you said, wondering why Jotaro was attacking your friend. Unless... no. It couldn't be!

“Empty your bag.” Jotaro said. It was a command not a request. Your very frightened and confused friend let his book bag drop from his shoulder. Its contents spilled out onto the sidewalk. Among the items were more pictures of you and your diary.

"It was you!" you shouted, unable to believe your friend could be guilty of something like stalking.

Your friend tried to defend himself. He tried to convince you that he had no idea how that stuff got in his bag. When Jotaro asked him why he was following you, he just said that he was going to the convenience store to buy some sodas . He didn't even know that it was you in front of him. You weren't buying it and neither was Jotaro. The taller male grabbed your former friend by the hair and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"I don't know what your game is, but if I catch you anywhere near her again, they'll have to use your dental record to identify you when I'm through with you."

The statement wasn't a threat or even a promise. It was a guarantee.

Jotaro dropped the boy to the sidewalk where he scrambled to gather up his things before running for the hills. Jotaro glared after the boy long after he was out of sight. After a moment he turned to you and asked,

"You alright?"

"I-ah... no. Not really." you said.

You couldn't help but think back to all the times Jotaro gave the boy dirty looks whenever the two of you hung out.

"You knew, didn't you?" You ask.

“Knew what?” Jotaro says, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He took a drag off it and blew the smoke into the sky.

"You knew about him. That's why you said you didn't like him. You knew he was a bad egg from the start." you say.

Jotaro just shrugs.

"I had a feeling, yeah."

You rub your hand down your face.

“Dammit! I should have listened to you. Your gut feelings have never been wrong before. Not back in Egypt and not now. I should've stopped hanging around him the moment you said you didn't like him!” You say with a huff of frustration.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. You couldn't have known." Jotaro says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

You stand there, fidgeting. Your emotions are going haywire. You feel betrayed by your friend, angry at yourself for not seeing the signs sooner, and oh so grateful to Jotaro for always being so reliable.

Jotaro's hand on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Why don't you come over to my place for dinner. I can get Mom to make that stuff you like.” Jotaro offered.

"Yeah. That sounds good." you say.

Jotaro smiles to himself as the two of you begin the walk towards his house.

That went smoother than he thought it would. It took a little bit of time to set it up but it worked out beautifully. Of course it was him that had been stalking you and taking the pictures. He knew your Stand's abilities and weaknesses like he knew Star Platinum's. It was as easy to avoid its notice as it was for him to avoid yours. Having his Stand get his hands on your diary was even easier. All he had to do was hang around outside your window until you went to sleep and have Star Platinum grab the diary from your desk drawer. Of course he read it. He couldn't help himself. He was delighted to know about your little crush on him. After that, all he had to do was place the pictures on the window sill for you to find. As for framing your deadbeat friend? It was a simple matter of having Star Platinum slip the “evidence” into his bag when no one was looking at the end of the school day. Of course, there was the danger of him finding the diary and the pictures, but what would he say about it? If he brought it to your attention he would essentially be doing Jotaro's work for him. Setting up the “stalker trap” was a little bit tricky, but it was a simple matter of having you walk down a path he knew your friend took on a regular basis. He always went to that particular store to get sodas at that particular time. The rest was child's play.

Jotaro had decided at some point during that 50 day trip that you were his. You had no incentive to join the hunt for DIO at all. You weren’t a Joestar descendant. You weren’t a friend of the family, and Jotaro hadn’t saved your life, so you didn’t owe him anything. You were simply ready and willing to put your life on the line to help a classmate save his mother’s life. That’s all, and that meant something.

Jotaro wasn’t about to hand you over to some wormy little nobody that just showed up out of nowhere. You belonged to him. He already decided.

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: Any JoJo characters you want with a darling who is terrified of them and genuinely believes they're out to hurt them because they know them for having a bad reputation or they saw them following them around.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, stalking, threats, manipulation, control, abduction

Darling is terrified of them

Dio Brando

🩸Everyone else seems to be utterly charmed by his charisma yet you are one of the few that stray away from the young man. You've heard the stories from Jonathan and Erina and know that both of them would never lie so you do your best to avoid Dio. You're loyal to your friends which is something Dio takes notice of and as admirable as your loyalty might be, he wants to make the Joestar's life a living hell so he wants to steal you away as well, one of the very few people who still stand up for him. Initially he just goes on about it as usual with his charm and his charisma yet you reject him, flee from him since you're scared of the man. He's more amused initially, sees it as a small and fun challenge you provide him with. Your fear of him is adorable since he loves being in the domineering position yet he wants to change that attitude of yours into one of adoration. You suddenly receive much attention from him as he seemingly pops up wherever you are and it freaks you out.

🩸He's beloved in the town so he uses all of his supporters to get closer to you, your friends are soon after his admirers as well as he infiltrates your circle of friends. They end up dragging you along when he hangs out with his admirers though his attention stays most of the time on you. They adore him which results in you breaking contact with them since they're unable to understand your fear yet running to the Joestar will be futile, Dio makes sure. You're alone and defenseless, perfect for him since there's no one who could interfere now. He still portrays himself as charming as ever, offers you to walk you home on late nights which never requires your consent since he does it anyways. Sometimes he's especially extravagant, gifts you red roses or other fine presents which you reject and throw away. Dio is terrible as he even starts seeking out your parents who end up urging you to get to know this fine gentleman better and it's then that you're convinced that he wants to ruin your life as well.

🩸As amusing as this game is where you play the frightened and adorable mouse, at one point Dio grows a bit frustrated with your constant rejection and fear since he is rather arrogant and his ego takes a few scratched because you don't fall for his charms. He grows obsessed with the thought of having your affection for himself, your love for himself. He's suddenly more possessive, grows spiteful if you ever mention Jojo in front of him, ends up mocking the Joestar and boasts that he's better, that he's taken away everything from him. Forceful and hungry kisses from his sides as he starts following you everywhere. Sugar-coated threats to stay with him and spend more time with him or otherwise he will end up humiliating that precious friend Jojo of yours even more. Imidiate abduction the moment he's turned into a vampire who fawns in a sickenly sweet way over your clear fear of him. Dio is stronger now though, has an army of underlings and is sure that he can manipulate you into adoring him.

Kars

☀️You're screwed in every sense the moment you catch the interest of this Pillar Man here. Kars is an individual shown to have absolutely no remorse to fulfill his goals and is more than willing to ruthlessly cheat and use all means necessary to obtain what he wants. Precisely why his darling is finished when he grows so obsessed with them since he sees himself as superior, won't take their own feelings into consideration and just kidnaps them. He's awfully possessive, wants to own you for himself. Whilst he knows what your first reaction will be after being kidnapped, he somehow expects you to understand your position quickly and obey him. You're only a human after all whilst he is incredibly close to being the perfect being, a god. You should consider yourself honored that he has decided to keep you by his side to watch how he conquers the world for himself. Kars is more sadistic so he probably enjoys your fear if it means that you don't go against his word.

☀️He doesn't mind a little bit of fear, in fact he might even prefer it that way. Only plain fear isn't his ultimate goal either since similar to Dio, he also wants that his darling at least adores him a bit. He is less charming about it though, you already know what he is after all and he is more forceful anyways. He teaches you very much like a owner teaches his pet. Whilst he does look down on you for being a mere human and gives you due to that the clear impression that he looks down on you and doesn't respect you, if he discovers over time something he admires about you he might tend to see you a bit better than the average human though you're still under him. Initially you just get this terrifying grin of his when he notices your fear, is definitely not above mocking you for your weakness and expresses the difference in power on multiple times by literally forcing his touches on you.

☀️You have no chance to escape him anyways, not when he has Esidesi and Wamuu by his side, though Kars alone is a force to be reckoned with. The Pillar Man struggles when he realizes that he might desire more than just your obedience, he might get somewhat snappy for a while, especially when with you, when he catches himself growing softer when you're actually genuinely nice and don't only look at him in fear. He despises the soft spot he develops and how he actually feels sometimes guilty for installing so much fear into you to the point where you genuinely believe he is going to kill you. He grows to care a bit more and start viewing you as something more potential than just a little pet. He attempts to be a bit more nicer by giving you presents and being more friendly around you yet there is this annoyed scoff on his face when you hurry away from him out of fear. He'll somehow make you love him though, no matter through what methods.

Kujo Jotaro

🌌Jotaro has a certain reputation for being a violent delinquent, he's even been arrested once before. So even despite his good looks and most girls in school swooning for him, you can't help but feel intimidated by him. You just can't read him besides the few times where he snaps at someone if they bother him, decide it's best to just avoid him. So when you start to realize that his eyes constantly seem to follow you around whenever you enter his field of vision, you start to break out in cold sweat. Even if he isn't talking with you, the sheer intensity of his stare alone has you already shivering whilst you try to think about something you might have done to potentially annoy him somehow yet you can't think of anything. So you try to avoid him even more, flee to the toilet or outside as soon as you spot him in the crowd. You try to somehow ignore him and the few times you dare to turn around, you shrink as soon as you two meet eyes. Those unreadable and hard eyes which seem to drill through you.

🌌Jotaro is a perceptive guy, one who appears to be somewhat conflicted about his growing obsession. He keeps his distance due to that, mainly observes you from a bit further away. He's most likely aware of his cold and intimidating exterior, knows he has a bit of a bad reputation yet when he notices how you quickly turn around and run away as soon as you see him, he can't help but feel a bit let down. The man has troubles expressing himself, tries especially hard to not let anyone notice his obsession over you which is why he often comes over as rude and cold as he is yet he doesn't wish that you feel scared of him. He always feels a bit hurt when you hurry away as soon as he tries to approach you, how you can't even muster the strength to look him into his eyes and how your voice is quiet when you do talk to him for a bit only to cut the conversation as short as you can. He's more patient yet the growing frustration gnaws his patience slowly away.

🌌He really does attempt to show you that he doesn't plan to yell at you or hurt you, he's quite hurt when he hears from others what you think of him. He tries to help you with school stuff, offers you to carry something when you struggle to do so alone. But all of his approaches are shut down quickly, no matter what he attempts to do. He bottles all of his frustration up even if he comes over as even more rude if someone gets on his nerves due to his supressed frustration. Jotaro at the very least tries to not snap and be rude when you're somewhere around though so he doesn't worsen your image you have about him even more. Eventually his patience runs dry though and he decides to be a bit more forceful. He drags you somewhere where the two of you are alone, makes sure to trap you so you don't run away and forces you like this into a conversation. He admits that your irrational fear of him hurts him and that he wants to get to know you better.

Yamagishi Yukako

💇‍♀️Her mere presence around others, normally very aloof and unwelcoming, is probably enough to make you a bit scared around Yukako already. She just appears as such a tough and cold woman yet you freak out even more when she suddenly starts following you anywhere. Her cold exterior seemingly disappears around you as she becomes sweet and coddling around you in an excessive way which freaks you out even more. Lunchboxes are prepared for you which she feeds you herself, any struggles in school she ends up helping you in frighteningly scary and strict ways and worst of all is her prone side to lashing out when something doesn't go her own way. Yukako seemingly lives in her own world where she expects you to do as she says, reciprocate her feelings and let her coddle you as she does. But instead she becomes a living nightmare for you since you are terrified of another violent outburst from her side even if she snaps out of it for a moment upon realizing that she slipped up and returns to her sweet and shy act.

💇‍♀️You should know though that trying to avoid Yamagishi Yukako will end in terrible results. You anger her immensely by avoiding her like you do and she is a short-tempered woman so you increase the danger of her next violent outburst only tenfold. She is a girl who seeks out what she desires though so she quite literally hunts you down. When she sees you hanging out with someone else, she becomes crazily jealous and isn't shy to use her Stand Love Deluxe against anyone she thinks stands in her way of capturing you. Whilst she might try to keep up her sweet act for a while in an attempt to guilt-trip you, she's quick to abandon it and reveal her true nature if you were to ever tell her that you're absolutely terrified of her and fear that she might end up hurting you due to her ugly temper. Her left eye twitches in irritation before she loses it, blames you for seeing her in such a terrible light when she only tries to love you. She can't see the fault in herself, instead blames you and everyone around you.

💇‍♀️She kidnaps you after you reveal how you truly feel about her, is determined to teach you better than that. You shouldn't talk to your lover like that after all, seems like she has to educate you a bit more. That is just basically brainwashing you into returning her affection and she is insanely strict with it. Your meals, your drinks and whether you have access to the toilet or not depends on how good she deems you to treat her. If you end up continuing to express your scared attitude around her, she tends to lose her patience and lash out loudly at you again though at one point she notices that she only scares you further with this and attempts to revert back to her nicer act. You're trapped inside her house as long as she doesn't think that you deserve to go outside so as long as you are immensely scared of her, you continue being a prisoner who is forcefully trained inside her house. Yukako ends up forcing all her affection onto you too since she sees it as the only way to get you used to it so you stop to feel scared.

Narancia Ghirga

🧡He falls so incredibly hard for his darling, is a lovesick puppy yet Narancia's upbringing has caused him to develop a certain behavior that ends up terrifying you. As endearing as he might be at first, his emotions are a mess and his darling notices that quickly. He's overly aggressive, prone to attack someone and you've heard the rumors about him threatening and even hurting people you might have met somewhere before. He's literally a timebomb and you are his trigger. Stay with him and pay attention to only him and he's merely a clingy and affection-starved mess, leave him and spend time with someone else instead and you have him already growing violent. You notice with horror how he ends up stalking you messily, follows you around everywhere and seems to cling onto a kind gesture you did for him once as some sort of confession from your side. He's emotional, cries and begs for you to stay and manipulates and guilt-trips you to only spend time with him.

🧡Narancia is in despair when he realizes that you are terrified of him, the look you give him shatters his heart and he most likely bursts out in tears sooner or later. He despises the fear in your eyes since it hurts him terribly. He might grow frantic, run to you and try to explain frantically that he'd never hurt you. He adores you way too much! Unable to understand that his behavior might creep you out since he's oblivious to his obsession, he turns his ire for a while to everyone around you. Surely they must have told you bad things about him which results in even more aggressive behavior from his side. It isn't until you yell at him one day when you catch him following you again that he creeps you out and that you are horrified due to his violent outbreaks and terrifying clinginess, that you want to be left alone from him since he's insane. He's frozen in his tracks as you hurry away from him, starts crying frantically soon after and you don't dare to turn around when you hear him shrieking your name.

🧡Congratulations, you've done it! Narancia has abandonment issues, is absolutely terrified that his darling might leave him so he's bound to break at one point. He can't handle you fearing him and avoiding him, his heart is already a bloody mess so he can't take anymore. He's especially frantic due to him being aware that he's your biggest fear. Somehow he manages to convince himself that by kidnapping you and keeping you to himself, he can clear up the misunderstanding you two have going on. Somehow he will find a way to fix this broken relationship and your perception of him yet he can't help his cries when you express your fear against him especially strong. He's paranoid, ties you up so you can't run away and constantly clings onto you to show you that he won't hurt you. Occasionally he might suffer from another small meltdown though where he cries and shouts at you that you don't even give him a chance.

Narciso Anasui

💓You've been warned by fellow inmates about Anasui, you've been informed about his weird tick to disable everything and how he murdered his girlfriend and the man she was cheating with. Even as another prisoner, you can't help but fear him a bit as well and even if you two might be separated due to s/o being female and him being normally very quiet and aloof around others, you can't help but get slight shivers. Unfortunately for you it only takes a small thing for Anasui to gain interest in you. Don't think that distance will save you since he finds a way to stalk you and steal your things. Even if you have no proof that it's him, you still know that the sudden disappearance of your things and even the loss of a few strands of your hair is his doing. You just have a gut feeling whenever you two meet eyes and he gives you this besotted smile of his, whenever you hear him calling your name as if you're his everything. What he perceives as utterly romantic, you perceive as utterly obsessive.

💓Anasui may try to play the noble and romantic guy as much as he wants, you are not blind to the stares he gives anyone who gets too close to you, a scary glimmer in those pink eyes of his. You know well that he's at fault whenever an inmate you got along especially well with or someone that attempts to flirt with you suddenly disappears and at the very best a few scattered limbs of them are found. You fear that his mere obsession might lead to him committing the same crime against you he committed before against his previous lover. Taking his fascination with disabling things into consideration, you think that you have a valued reason behind your growing anxiety. You try to avoid him as good as you can, spend most of your time gladly in your cell if it means that you don't have to face him. You only hear the stories from others of how Anasui seems more irritated and more aggressive which only increases your fear. The male grows more violent the more he doesn't see you which increases his longing.

💓Sadly he is not one to give up, instead he starts planning how he can lure you out of your cell to see you again, uses Diver Down mercilessly to his advantage. Once you two cross paths, he's quick to use his Stand to prevent you from running away from him, catches you as you are about to trip and fall down. You poor thing are shaking in his arms, terrified of the man who is tightly holding onto you and whispers sweet words of love and promises of a future together in your ear and how he's terribly missed you. His touches and his closeness is highly inappropriate yet he doesn't see the wrong in it. You might express your fear as much as you want, it completely flies over his head and instead he only seems to dote on you even more. In the worst case he shuts you up with a kiss which he will enjoy whilst you might want to burst out into tears. When you two are forced apart, he tells you that he'll always watch over you which only adds to your growing paranoia as you realize that you're not even in your cell safe.

#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo no kimyou na bouken #yandere jjba #yandere dio #yandere dio brando #yandere kars #yandere jotaro #yandere kujo jotaro #yandere yukako #yandere yamagishi yukako #yandere narancia #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere anasui #yandere narciso anasui

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ask-sister-solaris · 6 months

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I can’t find the master list thing I did so a new one IG:

My commissions are open! Here’s my Ko-Fi

For now I am only doing busts of OCs and canon characters. Doing full bodies took a toll on my mental health, though I might do waist up if you ask nicely /hj

𝐏𝐟𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠: @kabukiaku

NSFW asks now open! Now I’m officially 18 and have full control of my account.

Things I won’t do:

- incest

- r@pe

- sexual assault/harassment

- non con

- pedophilia

Ghost Band

- Primo

- Secondo

- Terzo

Cook!reader

Aftermath with Terzo

“Amore mio your as beautiful as the day I met you”

“See something you like amore?”

“Now and forever Amore”

“I’m always here amore”

- Copia / Frater Imperator

Copia with an s/o that’s practically a soundboard

Copia meets your friends

Dracopia

Copias chaos!ghoul

Copia Confessing to you

Copia X buff!reader

Antichrist Copia

“Stay with me”

First meeting copia (he gets aroused)

“I’ll never leave Amore”

“Choose to run away with me?”

Dracopia Angst

“SOS he’s in disguise”

“Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me”

Copia with a buff!reader

RHRN Copia angst

RHRN: Don’t you forget about your friend death

“Lucifer, whispering silently into your mind”

“Eyes on me Cara Mia” (18+ MDNI)

- most of the ghouls

- ocs

- Young Nihil

“No your never alone”

“Satanas your beautiful”

“Just wanna be with Chu in the moonlight”

- Mixed Headcanons

Touch starved s/o

Ghostbusters

- Ray Stantz

“Back off she’s a scientist and my girlfriend”

“It’s ok we can fight it one little bite at a time”

“Comfy”

“Wait me?”

- Peter Venkman

“He’s a slime ball”

- Egon Spengler (my beloved)

“It’s called a floor nap”

“What. Just. Happened”

“What’s Up Doc?”

“Spengs got a date before Venkman”

“Baby Fever”

“How can you just…stand there?”

“Your arts amazing”

“Your doing good, I’m proud”

“I promise your ok dove”

“Breath with me dove”

“Radio Static”

“Don’t you dare fucking leave me again”

“Peppered Kisses”

“You messed with the wrong scientist”

“I told you so..are you crying?”

- Winston

- Phoebe Spengler

- Old man Egon

“See you again”

- Old man Ray

- Old man Peter

- Old Man Winston

- Polyamory with the ghostbusters

“I promise you’ll be safe with us”

“We love you, and each other”

OCs:

- Sal Stantz (Ghostbusters)

- Janet Venkman (Ghostbusters)

- Violet Brett (Ghostbusters)

- Green Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Plum Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Queen Bee/Janet Carter (BATIM)

- Sei Emeritus/Papa V (Ghost Band OC)

- Sen Morrison (Later Emeritus) (Ghost Band OC)

- Ophelia (One Piece OC)

Baby Boom

- Steven Buchner (Harold Ramis’ character)

"Lets just focus on the dinner..and us"

Steven Universe

- Pearl

- Garent

- Amethyst

- White, Yellow and Blue Diamond

BATIM

- currently nobody romantically

- most of the characters platonically

One Piece:

I haven’t seen a lot of it but I’ll be writing as I watch.

Anime:

- Monkey D Luffy.

- Rorona Zoro

- Nami

- Usopp

- Sanji

- Buggy The Clown Pirate

- Smoker

- Ace

- Princess Vivi

- Chopper (in a platonic way)

- Dracule Mihawk

Live action:

- Dracule Mihawk

- Buggy The Clown

“I promise I’ll do better”

- Vinsmoke Sanji

“Kitty Claws”

- Shanks

- Zoro

- Nami

JJBA

Part 1:

- Jonathan Joestar

- Dio Brando

- Erina Pendleton

Part 2:

- Joseph Joestar

- Caesar Zepelli

Part 3:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Old Joseph Joestar

- Old Caesar Zepelli (AU where he’s alive)

- Noriaki Kakyoin

- Jean Pierre Polnareff

- Muhammad Avdol

Part 4:

- Josuke Higashikata

- Nijimura Okuyasu

- Rohan Kishibe

- Older Jotaro Kujo

- Older Noriaki Kakyoin (AU where he didn’t die)

Part 5:

None as of yet, as I haven’t watched it.

Part 6:

- Jolyne Kujo

- Old man Jotaro Kujo (again fuck canon he doesn’t die)

- old man Noriaki Kakyoin (fuck it he doesn’t die)

Live action Part 4:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Nijimaru Okuyasu

- Josuke Higashikata

- Koichi Hirose

Doki Doki Precure:

- Mana Aida/Cure Heart

- Aguri Madoka/Cure Ace

- Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond

- Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword

- Alice Yotsuba/Cure Rosetta

TMNT:

2012:

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Rise

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

April O’Neil

Casey Jones

Casey Jones JR.

Bayverse Movies

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Casey Jones

That’s it..

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jojikawa · 1 year

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𝘋𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 — 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸

art credits • dividers • The Bride of Dio

Maron’s Notes: This takes place AFTER The Bride of Dio (even though it is still on-going as of July 2023) I planned on making a post-JoJo Part 3 Series and this is a snippet of the beginning of it. It doesn’t spoil the events of the current story. You just need to have watched JoJo part 3 to kinda understand what’s going on!

This is where we begin to diverge from the ending of Stardust Crusaders and more into the territory of my own original content with my favorite characters. Thank you for supporting me and I hope you enjoy what I’ve been writing so far.

Started: May 6, 2023 at 3:53 PM

All of his life, Dio Brando, was described to be a demon. His methods, attitude, state-of-mind was reminiscent of the Lucifer himself. In the slums of London, he was once told that “the devil smiles upon him” through the birthmark that could be found upon his ear by a fortune teller. Then again by his associate named Enyaba. His actions for the rest of his life seemed to prove this fortune true. Dio became a menace.

Dio was always self-destructive and acted in self interest. He cared little of who he hurt, as long as he would get what he wanted from whoever he was taking it from. This caused him to ruin every good thing he’s ever earned in his life. The most notable thing being his wife. She was the only person that ever lived with the strength to love a hellspawn like him.

And he knew that.

Dio wanted nothing but to give her the world—in his way. He didn’t want to settle for mundane life with her. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to be a King—A God; her his Goddess. He wanted his beautiful wife to be just like him. He wanted her to be just as ruthless and cold to her subjects and enemies. She would mother his children; any that he gave her. They would all rule the world while his kin were able to take whatever they wanted for themselves.

It didn’t turn out that way…and it was the fault of the Joestars. The JoJo that he failed to kill: Jotaro Kujo, empowered with a stand reminiscent of Jonathan Joestar himself. Dio swore, that in his final moments, he could see Jonathan’s face of disappointment within Jotaro. The only thing he could think was that he should’ve killed Erina too.

But what of you, his wife? Well, Dio didn’t know. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again. You most likely didn’t want to. Now, that he has learned that there is indeed an afterlife, he assumed you’d be in Heaven. Your crimes compared to his were mere child’s play. Any sims you committed could easily be forgiven. The two of you had been separated for some time. He didn’t think the day would come where he would see the end of his suffering…

…but it did.

Dio Brando atoned for all the sins he committed in his lifetime and was now allowed to go to Heaven. The Devil wasn’t as kind to Dio as he had been gaslit to think his whole life, no, he was treated the exact same. (If not, worse.) Perhaps, Heaven prove to be sweeter to him.

From the pits of Hell, Dio was rescued by an Angel that brought him to safety. He wasn’t able to see his Savior until the blood red sky he was so familiar with turned into one of baby blue. The Angel was abnormally big, being of blond hair and olive skin just like him. They were male presenting with enormous wings and a spotless white robe, carrying Dio as if he were a sack of potatoes. The two of them reached Heaven’s entrance where he was then thrown to the ground.

“Stand, worm.” The Angel’s voice was deep as it rumbled the ground. Dio, on his hands and knees, could only take in the scenery around him. It was beautiful. The sky burned his eyes before they were adjusted to the sudden change. Around him were clouds that you could stand on, white marble pillars and structures. This was Heaven?

Suddenly, an anger filled Dio that not even the seven Hells could contain. His ego was too strong to be humbled by Hell itself. His eyes narrowed at the Angel, his nose scrunching up in disgust as he jumped to his feet. He wore clothes that were torn, tattered and he was barefoot as well. Hell sure didn’t care about your quality of life.

“Worm!?” Dio repeated. He approached the Angel before him, not at all caring about how less intimidating he looked compared to this supreme being before him. “How dare you!?” He grabbed a fist of the Angel’s garbs. He pulled him closer as he screamed in his face. “Do you know who I am!? I am—“

Dio was struck across the face, once again being leveled with the ground. The man had only been hit a few times within his life but this was like no other.

“You are a worm. You are a sinner. The only reason why I have brought you here is through the request of another.” The Angel spoke through his clenched jaw, voice laced with venom and hatred for the mortal before him.

‘…request of another…?’

“Now, go before I change my mind and drop you back down there.” The Angel shoo’d Dio away, gesturing towards Heaven’s gates in front of him. They were marvelous and just the way they had been imagined in various medias in the world of the living.

With much uncertainty, Dio climbed to his feet and made his way through the gates. He suddenly felt more at ease, the same way one would after putting on nice clean clothes after a shower. Looking down at himself, he saw that his clothes were no longer shredded rags. They were now reminiscent of the things he wore as a young man. A white dress shirt and beige colored bottoms. It was definitely his style as he was unable to let go of the Victorian style fashion that he grew up in.

There was no one else around him and no directions. He would only put together that he needed to keep walking forward; and he did. Dio didn’t cover a lot of distance before he heard faint voices talking. He wasn’t able to tell what any of them were saying until he got closer.

“Calm down, child. You mustn’t worry yourself with such trivial things. I’ve already sent Azriel.” A feminine voice, one that sounded of a mother; a tone that anyone could recognize. “But you told me that he would arrive today!” The second voice was also feminine extremely familiar. Dio could recognize that whining anywhere!

Then he heard a male sigh. “Angela’s right, (y/n). You don’t need to be upsetting yourself. We don’t know when—“ the man then gasped. “There he is! Dio!”

It was you and…Jonathan.

“Dio!?” You perked up, looking to your far left to see it was none other than your husband. A well of emotions bubbled inside of you once you saw him. You gasped as well, running over to him for a sweet embrace. Dio looked extremely confused, hesitant to wrap his arms around you.

“This isn’t an illusion…?” Dio rested his chin upon your head, feeling your warmth once again. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course not, Dio!” You pulled away, holding his hands and intertwining your fingers. “I missed you so much.”

Dio’s eyes widened. You missed him?

Hi, again! This is just a tidbit for now. I kinda work ahead whenever I get stuck. I wish we got more Dio content in JJBA so I had more events to insert the reader into. Coming up with original content and scenarios is hard 🗿

#jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo imagines #jjba headcanons #dio x black reader #The Bride of Dio #dio imagines #dio headcanons #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #dio x you

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sebaztianlovesgeek · 10 months

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(don't read if you don't want to be spoiled for Black Butler or JoJo's Bizarre Adventure part 1)

The best thing about being both a black butler AND a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure fan is because of the potential the 2 stories have in a crossover fan fiction.

Think about it, JoJo's part 1 (Phantom Blood) and the first few arcs of Black Butler take place IN THE EXACT SAME YEAR (1888), they also take place in the same country and the same city and they both have sort of the same supernatural and horror elements in it.

Not to mention in both stories there's a part where the characters are on a happy boat cruise and suddenly a bunch of zombies start attacking them.

I think the only thing that drives these 2 universes apart is the fact that Jack The Ripper is different in both stories. In Black Butler he (or she) is both Madame Red and Grell working together, in JoJo's he's just a random dude who later is turned into a zombie by Dio (and then is killed within like 5 minutes lol).

But I guess that can just be excused by saying Dio found the wrong Jack the Ripper and just found a random guy who coincidentally also killed prostitutes, and meanwhile Grell and Madame Red were doing their own thing.

I'm honestly very confused why I barely see any JoJo's x Black Butler fan fiction, I'm not sure if it's me just not looking hard enough or if not many JoJo fans are also fans of Black Butler or vice versa. I've met some people who are both JoJo and Black Butler fans (mostly online since where I come from, anime and manga, especially less popular stories like Black Butler, aren't well known) but most of the time when I meet someone who is a fan of one of these, it's just the one and not both.

Anyways, I'd also just love to see the interactions between the Black Butler and JoJo characters. I know a lot of the characters in JoJo's part 1 are less memorable than those in other parts, the only really memorable characters are JoJo, Dio, Speedwagon and Zeppeli, and sometimes people can remember Erina, Poco, Dire and Straizo but they usually only remember the first 4.

(I actually like a lot of the Phantom Blood characters, and despite it being one of my least favourite JoJo parts I still like it, I love the aesthetic of it, plus if Phantom Blood never happened we would have never gotten better parts like Stardust Crusaders or Diamond Is Unbreakable.)

Black Butler, meanwhile, has a wide range of amazing and memorable characters, though this is probably because Black Butler is a lot longer than JoJo's part 1 for obvious reasons:

Phantom blood was the first part of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, and is the shortest part, in the anime only being 9 episodes long while most parts are 20-40 episodes long, JoJo's is a story told through different parts which usually take place years and eras apart, every part also often takes place in different countries and every part the main character (or as the JoJo fandom knows them as... The JoJo's) changes because each part is the story of someone descendant of the Joestar family.

So therefore in each part we mostly get new characters and only a few reoccurring ones.

Black Butler was designed to only be told within one whole big story line, with the same main characters, therefore we'd be seeing the same characters every arc, the story mostly takes place in one main setting (London city, England) but on occasion the settings can change:

Like when Ciel and Sebastian joined the circus and left the city, the anime only version when they went to Paris, the emerald witch arc which takes place in Germany, we also sometimes get flashbacks to other countries like India.

So how would the Black Butler and JoJo's characters interact?

This question can be interpreted in many ways depending on how you see the characters from both stories.

Ciel and Jonathan are quite similar, they're both rich nobles who live in Victorian era London, their parents died, their mansion burned to the ground, their brother is an antagonist in their story. Heck they both even have blue hair (well in the anime for JoJo's at least because apparently in the manga Jonathan's hair is brown).

Personality wise though, Jonathan and Ciel are very different. Jonathan is a kind, loyal gentleman who just wants to protect his friends, family and the innocent, meanwhile Ciel has experienced a lot of trauma from a young age, his family was killed, he was kidnapped, abused, watched his twin brother die, made a deal with a demon who only wants his soul and so much more I could write a whole other post on.

Because of this trauma Ciel, despite being 12-14 is a cold, miserable, depressed and sometimes a bit cruel.

Of course Jonathan went through a lot trauma during Phantom Blood but since most of it didn't happen when he was a child, him and Ciel react to their traumatic pasts differently.

Jonathan would probably want Ciel to open up to him, but Ciel just isn't having it, this could lead to some interesting dialogue between the 2 protagonists because of how similar but also different they are character and personality wise.

What about other characters, more evil characters such as Dio and Sebastian?

Now I don't think these 2 would get along, because since in my mind Ciel would be an ally to Jonathan, Dio would want to be rid of him as well, so Sebastian would have to protect Ciel at all costs.

However, these 2 are both supernatural creatures (Sebastian being a demon and Dio being a vampire) so they'd probably like.. I dunno tease each other when fighting? Like they wouldn't just be yelling angrily at each other they'd make fun of each other.

(okay maybe Dio would yell angrily if he starts to lose because in Phantom Blood he's a bit of a manchild compared to him in Stardust Crusaders in my opinion, I don't hate Dio, he's in fact my favourite JoJo's character ever but we can definitely see how his character developed after all the mistakes he made in Phantom Blood)

Sebastian probably knows about the existence of vampires, the mask, hamon and the pillar men, he's existed for thousands of years afterall, possibly since time began itself, heck he may have even been friends with some pillar men.

I don't think demons are affected by hamon, since hamon comes from the sun and we see Sebastian and other demon characters are definitely NOT affected by the sun unlike vampires.

Undertaker and Grell would probably both be interested in Dio, for different reasons.

Grell would probably be attracted to Dio romantically and sexually, because...

1: she's a simp

2: Dio is canonically very charismatic and handsome which is why he literally has so many servants and minions in part 3

Dio would probably be annoyed by Grell, but Grell is a fairly useful and strong character with her being a grim reaper and her thirst for blood, so he'd probably manipulate her and just try to put up with Grell being an obnoxious fangirl

Undertaker would probably be interested in Dio's ability to turn people into zombies, I don't think he'd want to join Dio's side but he'd probably do it anyways for his own gain. He wants more knowledge on the cinematic records, he may even kill one of the zombies to see what their cinematic records are like, if they ended when they became a zombie or if they continue since they're neither dead or alive. Undertaker also wants to get inspiration for his own bizarre dolls and how to make them more life like.

The grim reapers in general probably also know about vampires and hamon (though I'm not sure if they'd know about the history with the stone masks and pillar men) and would probably treat them the same way they treat demons, obnoxious creatures who interfere with soul collection.

You're probably wondering "But vampires and demons are not the same, the reason the grim reapers hate demons is because they eat souls, and therefore don't let the grim reapers collect them. Vampires don't eat souls, they drink blood"

Well I feel like when vampires turn people into zombies, it sort of corrupts both of the cinematic records and the soul, the zombies still have records and a soul, but after being turned they're just broken and not worthy of the reaper's time unless it's for experimental reasons when it comes to characters like Undertaker.

I feel like if Black Butler and Phantom Blood were to ever have a spin off crossover anime show (which definitely will NEVER happen because they're both owned by different companies and both Hirohiko Araki and Yana Toboso probably wouldn't have an interest in that, but pretend we're in an alternative time line where Araki and Toboso's works are owned by the same companies and they are both very interested in each others works and have all the legal rights to make a crossover series) It would definitely be a lot longer than Phantom Blood, not as long as Black Butler is but probably about 20 episodes+ , I'm not sure how many seasons or arcs there would be, but I'm guessing 1 or 2 seasons and a few arcs.

So I'm guessing they would be in Japan specifically, in other countries? Well despite me coming from the same country as Jonathan and Ciel (England) both Black Butler and JoJo's are sadly not that popular here, it's a pain in the arse trying to find merchandise for both animes even in anime based shops, the most I usually find of them is manga, and even then they usually don't even have majority of the volumes.

Would it be popular? Well JoJo's and Black Butler in Japan are rather popular (JoJo's is definitely a lot MORE popular with some describing it as around the same amount of popularity as Star Wars does in the West in Japan, but Black Butler is fairly popular as well, I'm guessing JoJo's is more popular because it's been around since the mid 80's and Black Butler has been around since the mid-late 2000's)

I just think this whole concept is really cool and I'll probably talk about it a lot

#jjba #phantom blood #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure phantom blood #black butler #kuroshitsuji #anime #crossover #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover fanfic #Jonathan Joestar #Dio Brando #Ciel Phantomhive #Sebastian Michaelis #Grell Sutcliff #undertaker black butler #idea #rambling

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moriohradiojanitorroom · 7 months

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Hi, I stumbled across your blog and I'm really excited to try the match-up✨

Sorry if I write anything wrong, this is my first experience

I have always been told I am a very kind, caring and compassionate person. I think this is true, I always try to help people around me. I am also very optimistic and always try to think of the best. I am still a very shy, insecure and irascible person, but my bad moods pass quickly. If this helps you I am pisces and infp

Speaking of hobbies I really love my favorite manga and anime and cooking. Although some of my recipes sound suspicious but the dishes turn out really delicious. I can't imagine my life without music, I listen to it all the time. I think it's a bit funny, but I do know a lot of facts from many different fields

Oh, I'm afraid I've written too much. If something is unclear then please apologize, English is not my native language. Anyway thanks and good luck, looking forward to your reply💐

Hi there!!! Thanks so much for this request, I was really excited to fulfill it! And don’t worry about too much info or anything like that, this is great! This is also my first time writing a matchup so I hope it’s alright dkdnjsmd You didn’t specify an age or any preferences, so I’m gonna give you a canonically adult character & assume you don’t have a preference for other stuff, like gender or what part they’re from - if you’d like to resubmit with that in mind tho, that’s okay!

With all that in mind, here are some honourable mentions:

Noriaki Kakyoin was the first to come to mind when I read your request, but with the age thing in consideration, I decided to choose someone else.

After that, I considered Jonathan Joestar, Erina Pendleton, and Mohammad Avdol! Ultimately, though, I ended up choosing:

Robert E.O. Speedwagon!

Your positivity and kindness hooked the man in faster than he could even blink - we all know exactly how loyal he is and how quickly he can tell who deserves that loyalty. It only took him a few minutes to read that you’re one of those people.

He’s also pretty intrigued by how much you know. He likes to exchange little bits of knowledge and stories with you, especially after he’s done some travelling and has a wider expanse of knowledge. Even before that, though, he always keeps your words in mind - who knows, one day one of those facts might just save a life!

He also very well understands the difficulties of insecurity and hotheadedness, having faced them himself. He does his best to keep you grounded, and encourages you to leave your comfort zone now and then - it’s key to growth, after all - but he knows when to back off. He can be a little stubborn, especially if he’s enthusiastic, but in the end your comfort matters more. If you’d rather stay at home with him than go out and dance or something, that’s fine by him. Hell, with all the travelling he does, he may actually grow to prefer that more relaxed atmosphere.

On that topic, Speedwagon’s pretty good at reading people’s moods and actions. On top of knowing when he needs to let you chill, he also knows if/when he should make somebody else do the same. If he sees something or someone bothering you, he’s quick to swoop in and do whatever he can to settle the situation, whether that’s just to comfort some insecurities or get a particularly annoying person to back off. If he knows that you can handle it, though, he’ll take a backseat and play cheerleader. In fact, it makes him proud to see it.

Also, this man grew up on the most dangerous street in London. He’s no stranger to meals with some odd ingredients, and frankly, he’ll be even happier to learn how good they taste! He’s not the best cook himself, he’s the type of man who uses whatever he has on hand to try scraping together something reasonable, so a good meal will go straight to his heart.

For the sake of anime and manga, I’m gonna go ahead and pretend we’re a little more modern day for the next few. I feel like Speedwagon is more of a reading guy than a television guy. After a long day, he’ll to sit down and read with you, manga or not. He’ll watch a show too if you ask, but there’s something quite romantic about cuddling up and sharing a book that he feels can’t be matched by much else.

On that note, please forgive him ahead of time - if you do get him to sit down and watch your favourite shows, he will have a lot of commentary. He’s the type of guy who will interrupt a scene to enthusiastically declare something like, “So THAT’S why the bugger carries that chain around!”, or confoundedly question what a character thinks they’re doing. He’ll probably do this while reading too, just maybe not as often. He’s not trying to interrupt, he just gets excited - if you tell him to settle down, he’ll do his best to accommodate, but he might slip from time to time.

Also, (and this is another one of those modern day ones) depending on your music taste, he may or may not buy vinyls or discs of your favourite bands and try to get you to dance with him to them. He’ll probably suggest a concert at least once - something tells me that he’s the type to prefer live music.

Knowing that you’re passionate about something makes him passionate, too. He’ll try his best to look into your interests on his own time, and try to involve you in whatever he finds - maybe he asks an older lady he knows for interesting recipes to show you, or he scours a book store for a series he hasn’t heard you talk about yet. He’s doing his best to match your love for these things, even if they’re sometimes new to him.

Your bright outlook on life, your compassion, your love for the things you enjoy - they’re all astoundingly inspirational to this man. He may sometimes worry that you deserve better than an Ogre Street ex-thief, but by god, will he use all the motivation you give him to make a good life for you.

Okay - I think I might have rambled a bit there, but yeah, thank you so much for the request!! It’s the first one I’ve gotten anyways so I hope you’ll forgive all the babbling jehdjjfs

This was a ton of fun to write, and I hope that you’re happy with it!

#anonymous #matchups #jjba x reader #speedwagon x reader #robert e.o. speedwagon #thank you so much for sending in a submission!#Ik I kind of fell into writing headcanons too but I couldn’t help myself #just felt right #believe it or not I actually tried to trim this version bc it was too long originally LOL-#okay yes thank you again! Enjoy!

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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years

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You know, your Golden Child AU reminded me of a similar AU I made, where Jonathan, in his dying moments aboard the ship, is suddenly sent back to the past, a month or two after Dio arrived at the manor.

And for a while, he wonders if this is some kind of hallucination before death or life flashing before his eyes, and eventually he realises that this is all real.

The first thing he does is go over to the mask on the wall and smash it into pieces.

(George was so upset, especially since the mask belonged to Mary, and punished him for that. But it was more than worth it.)

Jonathan had long since learnt from Speedwagon and Erina that the way he was treated by his father was wrong and he never deserved that, but still... he wants to try and do things 'right' this time. He hadn't been sent far back enough to stop Dio from assaulting Erina, or to save Danny, but he's determined to make the most of it. Maybe... if he could excel in his studies and act like a proper gentleman, he could prove himself to George. He has better coping mechanisms for studying now- and he knows most of the basic education stuff, so he doesn't need to stress so hard over studying anymore!

And maybe, just maybe, he could stop Dio from going down a dark path, if he kept trying to befriend him and get to know him better.

Missing the ones who truly loved him as much as he did them, he also took a risk, sneaking out of the house during his grounding for breaking the stone mask, finding his way onto Ogre Street.

Speedwagon, recently crowned king of Ogre Street, was very confused about this weird lost kid who seemed completely unafraid at being held at knifepoint (and seemed a bit too happy to see him?). But eventually he hears him out. Jonathan comes clean about everything, and wasn't too surprised to be believed, but having someone on his side still made him really emotional.

Unfortunately, back home, nothing goes right. Dio absolutely resents Jonathan's newfound confidence and boldness, and the more he tries to reach out to him, the harder Dio tries to hurt him back.

Jonathan also soon realises nothing he does will ever be good enough for his father. Even when he doesn't slip up, George always finds fault in everything he does, and would not listen to anything he has to say. The revelation leaves him heartbroken but also frees him from fighting so hard for his approval.

He ends up leaving the house frequently to spend more time with Speedwagon. When he finds out he's able to generate Hamon, he uses it to heal the sick or injured who are unable to see a doctor.

That's about all I have for now. Maybe vampires might still happen, there are a lot of masks, and what if someone heard about George losing a memento of his late wife, and gifts him a stone mask uncovered from a different location? Heh heh.

Y E S S S S S S S S S

TIME TRAVEL FIXITS MY BELOVED-

oh Jonathan oh sweetie oh baby-

oh my god I'm LOVING this idea though

what if smashing the mask was an incredibly impulsive decision. He suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night in a body that's much too small in a house that doesn't exist anymore in a room that was too big and empty and everything hurt his skin was burning and crawling and itching he needs to run to hide to leave, everything's on fire he feels the smoke on his tongue, in his lungs

the next thing he knows he's running through the halls of the manor, tears flowing like rivers down his face. He doesn't know how but he manages to get to the main room and the mask is there sitting on the wall cold stone empty eyes sitting there tainting him mocking him it can't be here it ruined everything it can't be here it can't be here-

The next thing he knows, a servant is pulling him back from a pile of rock in a firm grip and restraining his bloody, broken hands and speaking to him in soft, desperate tones

it had been so long since he'd been small enough to be held in this way, and that combined with everything else it's no surprise Jonathan breaks down

Jonathan is completely mentally gone when his father scolds him. His brain is far away somewhere else freaking the hell out over the insanity he's managed to land himself in, debating whether everything was a dream or if this is a dream or if he's finally lost it, on and on and on spiraling further and further into his head

barely a few days later with his hands still bloody and broken he takes a trip to Ogre Street to find proof what he remembered wasn't a dream, and he finds it

Speedwagon is...... definitely weirded out by this strange kid and just how much he knows about him, but he seems to be a genuinely good guy and also he's clearly telling some truth if the weird magic healing lightning he can use is any indicator. He even offered to teach him! .......also the guy generally looks like he could use some help, he honestly looks like he's going to burst into tears at any moment

speaking of Hamon, despite the danger of the Stone Mask now being presumably dealt with, I can see Jonathan continuing to practice it. It's comforting and good repetition, plus it's nice to have some insurance just in case things go poorly. Zeppeli's gonna be in for such a surprise when he shows up-

Also yesssssss with the replacement masks, Pillarmen shenangians are going to be insane

#initial thoughts #bloody memories #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #phantom blood #phantom blood spoilers #jjba part 1 #jjba jonathan #jonathan joestar #jjba dio #dio brando #jjba george #george joestar #jjba speedwagon #robert e.o. speedwagon #jjba zeppeli #will zeppeli #sb answers #schadenfredde

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victimsofyaoipoll · 8 months

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Round 1

Propaganda under the cut

Ginny Weasley

Okay hold on I know Harry Potter is bad its awful I KNOW BUT LISTEN- the way drarries have BUTCHERED and KILLED her character is something that truly needs to be studied because its one thing to make her and harry not date but oh my god they treat her like she is the DEVIL for EXISTING.

Tbh only remember the epilogue where they do a time skip and Harry and Ginny are married then they have a Bunch of kids boarding the train. In fics I see a lot of her either becoming psychotic trying to marry Harry and become lady potter or molly Weasley getting a contract to force a marriage. There’s a lot of m/m ships in the fandom but I think Harry and Draco are the most popular? Just wanted to throw someone different in here

The thing is, the deeper I got into the fics, the worse Ginny got? Like I read plenty of good fics where she was cool, but there was the same amount where for some reason she was controlling, or abusive, or dead. Like for Drarry? Come on! If you think Ginny sucks, I have some *shocking* news about Draco

Erina Pendleton

Erina is SO MUCH MORE than just a "Generic Love Interest" that was brought in the story to continue the bloodline after everything that happens (and it's made abundantly clear time and time and TIME AGAIN that she means everything to Jonathan, to a point that she was his exact reason to standing up against Dio for the first time) but without fail she's only ever allowed to be the supportive best friend. Or a wingman for Jonathan and whoever he's being shipped with. Or simply supposed to sit there and allow her husband to have a male lover (the amount of posts I've seen of ppl using the excuse that 'it was very common back in the Victorian Era for men to keep male lovers that their wives were aware of and quietly accepted so it isn't a stretch to say that Erina and Jonathan wouldn't be the same--especially given how progressive she's written". Or of course my favorite when they completely erase her from the narrative and pretends she doesn't exist Jonathan's got their son for some reason, but nope she ain't there!

a lot of times ppl who ship her CANON HUSBAND jonathan joestar with speedwagon will put her on the back burner of HER OWN CANON RELATIONSHIP in favor of propping up jonawagon, to the point where 90% of the archive for jonawagon/jonawagon(eri) is either erina giving jonathan and speedwagon consent to be happy together while she acts like a #LoveIsLove wingman OR they'll have the audacity to write fics where erina comforts speedwagon at HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL

Our hero’s hot wife who was the first (and arguably) only person to give him the emotional support he needed. She’s the only person who never expects him to fulfill some mythical role, she just loves him for who he is. She’s been his best friend and the love of his life since he was 12 years old. When it comes to hero/sidekick ship, she’s forced to be a wing woman for her own husband, either nobly letting him go or peacefully agreeing to an open relationship but only for him!!! She gets nothing out of it, she’s just a good Victorian wife who is “ahead of her time”. Usually, just so she can provide a womb so that the hero/sidekick can be dads and she can conveniently be offscreen. OR she’s written as a lesbian in order to completely and “justifiably” take her out of the equation but there’s a.) no other woman in her vicinity to even ship her with b.) there’s vaguely some faceless, nameless woman we’re meant to assume she’s pursuing, not even a real OC for her.

#round 1 #poll #ginny weasley #harry potter #erina pendleton #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #phantom blood

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A Happy Headverse Holiday

(Based on @sapphire-heart-tippy 's noncanon Sapphire Heartverse spin-off!)

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Jonathan awoke in his jar with a start.

His surroundings were all the same as they always were, the cold, dimly-lit confines of Dio's fridge for as long as he can remember.

At least, now he was no longer lonely.

Around him were his fellow disembodied heads, in jars of their own, products of failed magical experiments Dio had been performing in an experimental attempt to get their rightful bodies back. Each and every time was unsuccessful, and as the fridge grew more crowded with newcomers Jonathan couldn't help but feel that Dio was just entirely reluctant to give him his body back.

At least now he wasn't lonely.

For many, many years, Jonathan dreaded the prospect of being forgotten, all alone, in the fridge. That one day, the door would never again open, and he would be left in his jar, to languish away for all eternity.

But now he wasn't alone, as the sleeping figures of his fellow severed heads now surrounded him, reclining in their jars and immersed in their life-giving fluid. Some his old friends from a time long passed, others new fellows from years after his life. And of course, a few who were once Dio's agents who recieved the most ironic of punishments for mistreating him. Only Dio himself had the privilege.

Such was the day, every single day, in his routine. But today, he knew it was a special day.

"Wake up, everyone!" he proclaimed cheerfully. "Today is a very special day!"

The other heads began to stir.

"Mmm....is it our anniversary, dear Jojo?" mumbled Erina sleepily, from the jar next to him.

"Or perhaps the day that vampire finds the mercy to give us our body back?" came the irate reply from Zeppeli, in another adjacent jar.

"No, don't be silly!" Jonathan answered with a warm, hearty laugh. "It's Christmas Eve!"

"But I don't celebrate Christmas," piped up a confused Kempo from a lower rung of the fridge. "I'm not of that...seasonal culture."

"Don't fret, mate," reasurred his partner Tattoo from the jar next to him. "You'll probably come to love it!"

"Besides, what's there to even celebrate about?" grumbled Steely Dan from a jar above his level. "We're severed heads in a fridge and you all think about the holidays?"

"Well, since there isn't anything we can do about our current state the least we can do is make the most of it!" Jonathan snapped. "Besides, it's a great relief from our monotonous decapitated life to have something to celebrate, for once!"

"So, what do you plan today, dear?" Erina asked him, sweetly.

"First thing's first," answered Jonathan. "We gotta have Vanilla take us out first."

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Vanilla was in the kitchen, whipping up the ingredients for Tippy's favorite holiday pie, when an off-key chorus of Christmas carols began emanating from the fridge. The other fridge, not the one for food, which grew only louder and more grating the longer it went.

"🎵Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaayyy...🎵"

At last Vanilla could stand the ruckus no more and finally opened the fridge door to give the heads inside a stern lecture.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Vanilla firmly, bending over to look into the level of the fridge and at those of its inhabitants. "If you would please, I am trying to work here. Please do not distract me."

"We could help," Speedwagon offered.

"Not a chance," Vanilla rebuked. "I have witnessed and cleaned up the messes you've made and the holidays are not the time for me to deal with your shenanigans!"

"Well, you could at least let us out of our jars," Jonathan pleaded. "I promise, we won't interfere with your work, but we'd like to enjoy the holidays too!"

"Please, Mr. Ice?" Erina added, giving him the sad puppy-dog eyes in an effort to convince him.

Vanilla's heart softened underneath his stern exterior.

"Alright, I will let you--" He paused as he was interrupted by a cheer from the heads, "--I will let you out! BUT! Only on the condition that you do not disturb Lord Dio in his rest, that you do not interfere with my cooking, and that you promise not to make a mess that I will have to clean up. Understood?"

The heads all sighed and groaned like a class of disgruntled preschoolers.

"Alright, we promise not to, Mr. Ice."

The process took a while, as Vanilla took each head out of their jar, wiped them dry, and brushed their hair one by one before letting them on their merry way. Straizo in particular held up the line as he took great pleasure in Vanilla's service.

"Ah yes! Please straighten up my frizzes, dear servant boy," he demanded. Vanilla frowned and combed away a few tangles in Straizo's hair.

"Move it along, you!" cried Dire impatiently, still in his jar. Once Vanilla had finished with Straizo and let him bounce off, he removed Dire from his jar, and prepared to wipe him dry, only for him to immediately try to hop away.

"Come back!" Vanilla insisted, managing to catch the wayward head before he could escape. "I don't want you dripping elixir all over Sire's fancy rugs!"

"Agh! No! Watch the hair!" Dire complained as he was patted dry by a towel.

Soon all the heads were freed from the fridge and ready to go about their business. There was now quite a lot of them, with all of Dio's failures in his dark magic, and the thumping of their neck bases echoed throughout the gloomy halls of Dio's mansion--ever so slightly less gloomy by the decorations the agents had been putting up.

Looking around, Jonathan could see, of course, Erina, Speedwagon and Zeppeli, his oldest friends and beloved spouse, Steely Dan, Alessi and Mariah, the bullies punished to become heads themselves, Doppio now a head separated from his other half, Zeppeli's grandson Caesar, and the others, in convenient pairs, Sorbet and Gelato, Squalo and Tiziano, Dire and Straizo, Kempo and Tattoo and the sworn enemies Kira and Kosaku, who at the moment were chasing each other around the hall with butter knives in their mouths.

Jonathan couldn't help a small smile from the sight. It was nice seeing some fellow friends, given a second chance, a time to celebrate the joy of family and friendship for the season. It was less than perfect, of course, but who else was lucky to get the chance to live another life again?

With some effort, Jonathan hopped over to a table overlooking a window and, using a footstool, a chair and a drawer as stepping-stones, bounced his way up until he was upon the tabletop, looking out at the window. It was nighttime, a bright moon hanging overhead in the sky, and in the distance city lights twinkled, far away in the unending expanse of the desert.

Jonathan sat by the windowsill for a long time, gazing out quietly. It wasn't long before Erina took notice, and with a bit of a struggle, made her way up to the tabletop to join him.

"Not very festive in the desert, isn't it?" she quipped.

"Oh!" Jonathan exclaimed in surprise, pivoting and wobbling on his neck base but managing to balance himself upright in time. "I didn't expect to see you here too, love."

"I just thought you seemed a little lonely," she added. "I suppose it doesn't snow down here in this hot tropical place."

"Oh, Dio made it snow here in Egypt once with his forbidden spells," Jonathan chuckled sheepishly. "That didn't end...very well."

He looked over to Erina, meeting the gaze of her beautiful blue eyes. Jonathan smiled, remembering how she was brought back the previous Christmas as the most precious gift of them all.

"I suppose all I really need to feel festive is to have you again," Jonathan said, with a slow sigh. "I never thought I'd ever spend time with you again and I'm more than fortunate, I suppose. Guess it's at least better than being dead."

"I suppose you could call this our first anniversary as heads?" Erina joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood. But Jonathan didn't seem his usual chipper self today.

Erina's smile faded. "Is...is there anything bothering you, darling?"

Jonathan sighed, and closed his eyes.

"I wish I could embrace you, dear Erina. I wish I could hold your hand and walk by your side, as we were meant to. But alas, we cannot."

"Don't be so gloomy, Jojo," Erina teased playfully. "Weren't you the one who encouraged me to keep going, in spite of our current state, just to stick it to Dio's face and deny him the satisfaction of making us miserable?"

Jonathan nuzzled her cheek. "I know, I know. Still, it's hard not to think about, isn't it? It's lovely having you back, but it's hard not to imagine the life we could have lived had we not been taken away from each other to begin with."

Erina pressed her cheek against Jonathan's, the best she could do in a reassuring hug. "Well, what's important is that I'm here with you again. And I'll be here with you, no matter what, because after having lived a full life and growing old without you--I'm not letting you go again."

Jonathan returned a warm smile. She really did brighten up his holiday, even if it, like himself and her, were missing something.

But as the two severed heads sat at the tabletop, warmly snuggling, they neglected to notice a pair of bright orange eyes watching from the darkness above. Ignoring the unseen spectator, they paid no heed as the figure retreated back into the shadows.

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"I could uthe a lithle athistance!" Speedwagon shouted in a muffled voice, hanging onto a holiday garland with his teeth and flailing his neck stump uselessly.

"Ugh, get down from there!" Vanilla demanded, reaching out his arms. Speedwagon loosed his grip from the garland and dropped right into Vanilla's grasp, safely landing in his outstretched arms.

"What on earth were you doing?" Vanilla demanded. "I told you to stay put!"

Speedwagon spat out some glitter from the garland. "We were only trying to help you decorate, Mr. Ice!"

"I appreciate the intent," Vanilla admitted. "But your efforts are less than...satisfactory," he said, gesturing to Zeppeli trying to help refill the punch bowl using only a scoop held in his mouth, spilling drops all over the table.

Zeppeli put down the scoop to free his mouth for speaking. "Look, my good man, we may have no hands but we're still trying our best!"

"And you don't need to try at all," Vanilla insisted, wiping the table and Zeppeli's mouth with a paper towel. "Besides, where are the others?"

Over at the balcony Sorbet had managed to pull one of the decorative balloons off with his mouth. He sucked in its contents then released it, sending it whizzing across the room and landing smack on the wall.

"Hey, check this out!" Sorbet said in a tiny, squeaky voice. "I sound like the chipmunks from TV!"

"Wait a sec," Gelato asked. "How does that even work if we don't have any lungs?"

"Beats me," squeaked Sorbet.

Beneath the mistletoe under the windowsill, Squalo and Tiziano shared a passionate kiss in the moonlight.

"Ti amo, mia cara," Squalo said, before planting the loudest, noisiest smooch on Tiziano's awaiting lips.

"Get a room, or a jar, you two!" squeaked Sorbet from across the hall.

"EAAAGHHHHH!" came a scream, and all the heads turned to Alessi bouncing around in a panic with his hair ablaze...again.

"Stop, drop and roll, man!" Steely Dan yelled, trying to hop after him while pushing a fire extinguisher with his forehead.

"How do you work thith thing?" Mariah exclaimed, trying to work the extinguisher handle with her teeth.

"In the sink!" Vanilla demanded. "IN THE SINK!" He grabbed Alessi by his smoldering hairdo and dunked him in the running water, extinguishing the flame and drawing a relieved sigh from the head.

"Alright, you all!" Vanilla demanded, pulling Alessi back up from the sink and placing him on the counter. "Do you want me to put you all back in the fridge to miss out on the holidays?"

"NO!!" came the unified reply.

"Yes," groaned Alessi with a defeated sigh, his hair still smoking.

"I don't have the patience for you all right now," Vanilla grumbled. "I'm leaving you in the care of Ramon and Okuyasu while I get my cooking done!"

"Again?" Ramon moaned. Vanilla patted his fluffy hair gently.

"Just for this one time, alright?" Vanilla said reassuringly. "Papa has important things to do, and I did promise to let them enjoy the holidays."

"Don't you worry, Mister Ice!" Okuyasu chuckled. "This is gonna be a piece of cake!"

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It was not a piece of cake.

"Boy, you guys sure are a handful," Ramon gave an exhausted huff as he removed the candy canes from Kosaku and Kira's mouths that they were using to sword-fight each other with, and picked them both up.

"He started it!" Kosaku snapped, struggling in one of Ramon's hands.

"Like you always do," Kira morosely grumbled from Ramon's other hand as the young lad tried to keep them separated.

"Can't you two just get along for the holidays?" Ramon sighed.

In the meantime, at the living room, Okuyasu was preoccupied with dressing up the other heads for the occasion.

"Don't you look splendid!" he cheerfully exclaimed, as he crossed his arms and admired his handiwork.

"Personally, I look downright ridiculous," Dire complained, as he looked in the mirror at his festive elf hat and jingling bell neck base.

"Oh, speak for yourself, dear friend!" Straizo retorted, admiring his Santa hat and fluffy woolen neck base, the closest thing he could wear to a Christmas sweater. "You look beautifully festive!"

Dire frowned and began to bounce away, jingling and ringing as he went.

Ramon gave Okuyasu a friendly pat on the back. "Looks like someone doesn't like your fashion sense, bro!" Okuyasu laughed back, but his face visibly sank at the mention of "bro".

Ramon noticed his friend's slight change in mood. "You okay there, my man?"

"I miss my bro," Okuyasu admitted.

"Oh," Ramon said sympathetically. "Where is he?"

"Oh, well...he, uh...died." Okyuasu sadly explained. "Sure, he was kind of mean and pushy, but...he was my bro, bro?"

Jonathan noticed Okuyasu's gloomy mood and hopped over to his side, tapping his leg with his forehead. "You okay there?" Jonathan asked. "You suddenly felt less jolly."

"I'm okay," Okuyasu answered, trying to smile once more. He looked down at Jonathan, who grinned up at him from the floor with a warm cheerful smile and bright friendly eyes.

And suddenly, Okuyasu had an idea...

"Say, Mr. Jojo, how exactly did Mr. Dio bring back your friends?"

"Oh, he used a strand of their hair and a spell from his Big Evil Spellbook Edition IV, in his dreary dark magic lab, if I remember. Why he once did--" Jonathan paused at the realization. "Wait. You're not telling me you're planning to--"

But Okuyasu had already run off, faster than Jonathan could bounce after him.

"Mr. Zeppeli, Mr. Zeppeli! Which way to Mr. Dio's dreary dark magic lab?" he asked the moustached head, who was hopping along the hall.

"Why would you even ask such a thing?" Zeppeli replied. "You're not planning to do anything, are you?"

"Just tell me and I'll let you have a nice, cold rum when we have dinner." Okuyasu bargained.

"Ah, it's at the second floor near the lounge room, dear boy!" Zeppeli said without hesitation. "See you at dinner!" he added, and happily hopped away with an excited spring in his bounce.

Okuyasu gave a mischievous grin, as he peeked into his wallet and looked at the single blond hair he had found among his old stuff.

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At last, dinner was ready, and the agents, the heads, and all of Dio's villainous guests gathered around the long table for the evening toast.

"A toast, to a wickedly fabulous year in this manor," Dio cackled from the end of the long end of the table, holding up a wine glass filled with what probably wasn't red wine given its bearer was, well, a vampire.

"A toast to another year with my two wonderful husbands!" Tippy cheered, cuddling up to Vanilla and Bel while holding up a glass of bright blue soda.

"A toast to our successful La Squadra businesses that are totally not fronts for illegal activities!" added an unnaturally-happy Risotto, brandishing a cup of Ghiaccio's bubble tea.

"A toast for hopefully getting our body back," groaned a snarky Zeppeli, staring helplessly at his glass of rum. Ramon gave an amused giggle and lifted the glass for him.

"A toast for...whatever it is people of this century and age toast about," Wamuu added, taking a bite out of his wineglass and spitting in disgust.

"And a toast for our kind, generous and compassionate host, Lord Dio!" Vanilla finished off, prompting a subtle eye roll from Jonathan.

"Let's get this party started!" Bel exclaimed, setting off a couple of party poppers.

Slow, classical music began to play on the disc player.

"Hey!" Hol Horse complained. "That's not the proper song!"

"They don't come in Braille!" N'doul complained, fumbling around among the music tapes.

"Let me try," Hol Horse grumbled, and popped in the disk for "Jingle Bell Rock".

"Ah, that's more like it." he added.

In the mansion's main hall celebrants both bodied and bodiless partied the whole night, reveling in the festivities. Heroes and villains called a truce for the night, setting aside their differences for one evening as they instead preoccupied themselves with their festivities and welcoming a new year ahead, of which both Dio and Jonathan had done a hundred times and Wamuu over a thousand.

"No hard feelings, little head man?" Wamuu asked Caesar, giving him a pat on his hair.

"I mean, you did squish me, but it's not like we get anything from being angry about it 'till now." Caesar said matter-of-factly, taking a sip from a wine glass using his lips and spilling them all over himself.

"This salsa is great!" Doppio exclaimed as he messily wolfed down the condiment from atop the table.

"Agh, not the SALSA!" Diavolo cried, as his stomach was linked to Doppio just as Dio's was to Jonathan. "I'm allergic to salsa! Urkgh--" he choked, and fell to the ground.

"Is he...dead?" Ghiaccio asked, poking him with his foot.

"He dies a lot, don't worry," Sorbet reassured.

"He'll be fine in about 30 seconds." Gelato added.

"Say, where IS Okuyasu, by the way?" Ramon asked, noticing his friend's absence.

"Heh, I suppose he'll join us later, I guess?" Zeppeli laughed sheepishly as he delicately took a swig of rum from his glass.

The festivities continued all until dawn, when the sky at last began to faintly brighten.

"Well, it has been a pleasure to host your party night but I must be on my way. Off to bed I go!" Dio concluded urgently before withdrawing to his room before the sun rose. Vampires were most certainly not morning people.

And eventually, tuckered out from all the partying through the night and until morning, Vanilla, with a yawn, began to round up all the heads one by one, returning them to their jars.

"Already?" Tattoo complained. "We were just getting started."

"I suppose we've had too much for one day," sighed Kempo as he was lowered into his jar.

"Straizo, here, Dire, here, Zeppeli, here, Speedwagon, here," Vanilla mumbled as he finished his head-count. With the heads all snugly back in the fridge, Vanilla began to close the door.

"Hey," Jonathan added just as the door closed. Vanilla gave a pause.

"A happy holidays to you, Mr. Ice."

"And to you as well, Mr. Jojo." Vanilla replied, with a warm smile atypical of his stern face, before he shut the door.

Soon it was dark and cold again.

Sleepy from the whole night's party, and from all the merry-making that took the entire evening, Jonathan gave one final happy glance at the now-sleeping Erina in the jar next door, before falling into a deep and restful slumber.

...one so restful that, later that night, he did not even wake as a pair of clawed hands silently opened the fridge door and gently lifted his jar out, with him asleep inside.

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"Wake up, Jojo!" came Erina's voice.

"Huh?" Jonathan mumbled as he scratched his hair with his hand. "How long was I asleep?"

Jonathan paused in shocked realization.

Hand?

Jonathan looked down. At first, he thought he had been laid on somebody's shirtless chest, and whoever that was had been the one to give his head a scratch.

But something felt different.

Jonathan tried to wiggle his neck stump, but to his surprise, the body he was laying on lurched to the side too, tumbling off the bed. He braced himself, expecting to roll away underneath a table and get stuck again, except he didn't roll.

He wasn't laying on top of someone's body, he was...attached to it. Jonathan gasped in disbelief.

"I have a body."

"I HAVE A BODY!" Jonathan joyfully exclaimed as the realization set in.

He thought hard about moving his arms, and to his amazement, the arms, his arms, moved in unison with his thoughts. He thought of kicking his legs, and to his delight, his legs kicked in unison.

"I have a body, dear Erina." he said with unbridled mirth, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. He tried to wipe them off, and clumsily slapped himself in the face.

Erina giggled. "Yes, Jojo. You do have a body. It seems...you're a little out of practice though."

Jonathan gingerly reached out to Erina, careful not to knock her off the bedside table. She gently nuzzled his hand.

"Wait, whose body is this?" Jonathan pondered. He tried to stand up to see in the mirror, but unaccustomed to having legs again, he stumbled and fell to the floor.

He clumsily crawled his way over to the mirror, Erina hopping off the table and bouncing over to Jonathan's side.

He inspected himself in the mirror.

He was wearing a pair of of black shorts (and gave a sigh of relief that he wasn't naked), and slowly he ran his newfound fingers over his muscular form that once again was his. There was no mistaking it--the dark hairs that the body had matched his dark blue crowning glory, the scar across the neck traced where his body had been rightfully rejoined to his head, and, most tellingly, there was the star. The birthmark upon his shoulder that confirmed beyond doubt that Jonathan's body had been returned to its proper owner.

Balancing onto his knees, Jonathan gently picked up Erina's head--or rather, Erina-- and laid her gently across his chest. She smiled proudly at him.

"Now that you have arms...let me give you a kiss, Jojo." He lifted her up to his face, and she gave him a loving peck on the cheek.

"Come on, my dear," Jonathan said. "Let's come and show the others!"

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Tippy, Bel and Vanilla were busy opening up gifts in the living room when they heard a series of loud thumps, coming from the spare bedroom. Tippy thought at first that it was just the heads bouncing around, but this one seemed...louder. Heavier, even.

And, to everyone's surprise, as the noise reached its loudest, out of the corner came--none other than Jonathan.

Jonathan...with a body.

"Dear lord, you're HUGE!" Bel exclaimed, seeing the towering figure that he'd gotten so used to seeing as just a severed head.

"No way!" Tippy agreed, looking up at the six-foot-five former head. Jonathan felt rather...odd, looking down at Tippy who now was much smaller.

Jonathan hopped over to the counter, feet firmly together, and awkwardly placed Erina on the counter with trembling hands.

"Don't be silly, Jojo!" Erina laughed. "You don't need to hop around anymore!"

"Sorry," Jonathan laughed in an embarrased tone. "Force of habit."

"My, you are...quite a sight," Vanilla said, impressed at how tall Jonathan was with his full body. "I do feel you haven't quite gotten used to having a body again, but...congratulations, Jojo."

"He'll get used to it again soon enough."

The voice came from Dio's room, and sure enough the vampire stepped forth from his boudoir, gracefully and elegantly stepping down the staircase.

"Wait a second!" Jonathan said. "If this is MY body, then whose--"

"Don't fret, dear brother. Besides, you haven't even thanked me for the favor I gave you. I heard you weeping all night to her about how you missed your body, and it was pathetic. Unbearably irritating. Now say thanks, Jojo."

Jonathan sighed. "Thank you, Dio," he huffed, just to humor him. "Again, whose...body is that?"

"Oh, of course I wasn't just giving up the convenience of having such a powerful body as yours, as generous as I did feel this year! I found the next best and closest thing there is," he slyly said, turning his back and pointing to the star on his shoulder.

"HEY! You double-crossing blonde bastard! This wasn't part of the deal!" cried an angry voice from the floor, as a very displeased disembodied head came chin-scooting after Dio, tumbling down the stairs and rolling to a stop near his feet.

"JOSEPH?" Erina exclaimed in bewilderment.

"You said you needed my help to give Grandpa his body back!" screamed Joseph's head, rolling around in frustration.

"And thank you for letting me...borrow yours for a while." Dio laughed, picking up Joseph's head and putting him next to Caesar on the countertop.

"Come on, Jojo, it's not too bad being a head!" teased Caesar with a playful bump of his forehead. "Heh, at least NOW we're even!"

Joseph sighed. "Fine! I suppose Grandpa Jonathan does deserve his body back. But you better give back mine soon, you wretched plasma-sipper, or else--"

A loud scream from the kitchen interrupted the exchange caught everyone's attention, as Okuyasu rushed into the room, carrying a noisy bundle under his arm.

"It's alright, bro! Happy holidays!" Okuyasu said in an anxious voice.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY BODY?!" replied a voice from the bundle.

Okuyasu noticed the awkward stares of the crowd. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I'd just like you to meet by brother, Keicho!" he said with a grin, lifting up the struggling and clearly displeased head for everyone to see.

"YOU RESURRECTED A HEAD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!" Dio cried furiously. "Do you know how WRONG you could have gotten that spell?"

"I'm impressed someone like you could actually pull it off," Vanilla shrugged.

"Oh, it's just like playing a video game! He seems alright. Er...mostly," Okuyasu boasted. "Welcome back, big bro, and merry Christmas?"

Keicho's head glared at Okuyasu from his arms. "You have a LOT of explaining to do, young man."

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"So now that Jonathan's gotten his body back, what about the rest of us?" Zeppeli complained.

"I suppose Lord Dio found him an easier subject given he had a pre-existing body to begin with." Vanilla explained. "Yours will be harder, given his magic will have to recreate yours from scratch..."

"What about OUR bodies?" Steely Dan demanded. "They're still out there, aren't they?"

"If we can convince them to come back," Vanilla warned. "Last I heard they were cross-country skiing in Canada!"

A collective groan came from Alessi, Steely Dan and Mariah.

"Sucks to be you!" Okuyasu laughed at the trio of bullies.

"And to be me, huh?" Keicho mumbled from inside his jar.

"Oh, no no!" Okuyasu fumbled at his faux pas. "I promise I'll find a way to get your body back! Eventually..." he gave an awkward giggle.

Meanwhile on the floor, Caesar gave a nudge to Joseph as the latter tried to bounce.

"Ugh! I did NOT expect to spend the holidays stuck like you, Caesarino!" Joseph whined. "Now how can I pull off my Secret Joestar Technique with no legs to run with?!"

"You don't," Caesar stated flatly.

"Don't you have any classes or something to learn how to pull this off?!" Joseph complained.

"Well, I suppose Headucation 101 is cancelled for the semester, now that our lead teacher isn't a head anymore..." Caesar quipped, as he bounced over to the ledge overlooking the guest room, with Joseph clumsily following suit.

There, in the guest room, was Jonathan, dressed in a formal suit for the first time in a hundred years, on a body to call his own. Next to him was Erina, placed atop a mannequin body from the department store where Jonathan had worked as a display dummy when he was a head. She was "wearing" a bright red ballroom gown, and the mannequin was mounted on a set of swivel chair wheels, allowing Jonathan to tow her along.

"May I have the last dance with you, my dear?" Jonathan said, as he reached out to gently hold one of Erina's rubbery mannequin hands. Though she couldn't feel it, she felt his loving touch anyway.

"Of course you can, Jojo," Erina smiled. "I have waited a lifetime to dance with you again."

"As have I," Jonathan smiled. "Perhaps once your true body is restored we may dance together as we should...but for now, this will have to do."

As the festive music played on the radio, Jonathan held Erina's mannequin hands as they twirled about on the dance floor, smiling with pure joy as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Aww, that's so cute!" Tippy quipped.

"And weird," Bel added.

"But mostly cute," Vanilla concluded. "I suppose Mr. Jojo deserves it."

It wasn't quite the perfect way to cap off the bizarre adventures of the mansion, but for once, one problem had been fixed. The rest...would be harder and could come later.

But for now, there was only a moment that had waited a century. And to the two, all that mattered was the last dance put on hold for too long to wait.

"This is the best gift you could have ever given me, even if this mannequin body isn't exactly dance-worthy..." Erina said. "But it's a gift I treasure from the bottom of my metaphorical heart."

"And same to you, dear Erina," Jonathan said as he pulled her in for a hug, for the first time in many years.

"A happy holiday to you, my beloved."

"And to you as well."

#sapphire-heart-tippy #jonathan's head

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Speedwagon x reader

Have You No Shame?

Speedwagon x reader, gender-neutral

fluff, sexual humor, implied NSFW but not explicit

Having suffered vital injuries, Jonathan Joestar had to spend some time in the local hospital. Thanks to the individual care given to him by Erina Pendleton, he didn’t need to stay there much longer. Heck, he was even able to catch a fainting Erina with his broken arm after barely waking from a coma. That man was practically made of steel, and his noble spirit gained admiration from a certain blonde street thug.

"He should be getting out soon, seeing as his injuries are most likely healed by now," Speedwagon said as he strolled beside you. It was a bit over a week since Jonathan was in the hospital. Speedwagon had also suffered a few injuries, though he assured you it was nothing compared to what Jonathan had gone through. It seemed to be true enough, since Speedwagon himself was pretty much in good shape. He chose to abandon the cane he had, but you still offered him to lean on you if needed.

"Alright Robert, you go check on him. I'm gonna ask the nurses a few questions before heading up there myself. Is that alright with you?"

Speedwagon nodded. "Just fine. Like I said, my leg's doin' better now, so don't worry a bit about it." With that, he headed off down the hall.

A few moments after having a conversation with the nurses, you made your way towards the rooms. You checked the numbers on the doors in search of the one Jonathan was in, only to be met with an out of breath Speedwagon rushing your way. He came to a halt before you. "Y/n, I just witnessed something extraordinary!"

"What are you on about?"

"Jonathan's with Erina, and they're in there shagging! Oh it was truly a sight, doing the deed they were! I saw it all through the crack of the door, though I really wasn't counting on it!” He gestured all over the place, emphasizing each word with enthusiasm as he carried on.

"Mr. Joestar raised his pelvis with incredible speed and such precision, you'd think he was a powerful stallion at that rate! He had Erina up in his big strong arms, with the broad chest of a solid brick wall, all while being ever the gentleman as he thrusted his-"

"Woah woah Robert, slow down!" You cut off the man's rambling with a light tug of the tie. He was known to get a bit carried away with his words at times. "As much as I appreciate your detailed narration, I'd like to have a look at this myself! Which way is it?" Speedwagon shook off his adrenaline to pull you along towards Jonathan's room.

Before you two could reach the room however, you spotted a doctor and nurse at the other end of the hall. By the pace of their steps, it seemed they were also headed for Jonathan's room.

"Blimey! By the looks of it, that nurse and doctor are headed right towards Mr. Joestar's room!" Speedwagon exclaimed.

"Yeah, I can see that," you mumbled. Getting a better look at the doctor in question, you realized you recognized the man. "Wait a minute, that's not just any doctor, that's Erina's father!"

Learning this information troubled Speedwagon further. "Oh god, if they find Jonathan and Erina in there, it would be the embarrassment of the century! Who knows what her father would do."

"Quick, we need to make a distraction!" You frantically urged.

"What sorta distraction?" Speedwagon clutched at his chest momentarily, thinking perhaps faking a heart attack would work.

Your first thought was just to shout nonsense. On second thought, you might be deemed a madman and be put into the nuthouse for doing so. You rummaged at the back of your brain until a brilliant idea hit you. Without any warning, you pushed Speedwagon against the wall. "Y/n? What are you-" You were practically climbing onto him. Then, in a rather loud monotone voice, you said, "OH ROBERT MY LOVE, TAKE ME RIGHT HERE AND NOW!"

Robert's face flushed at your sudden behavior. "WHAT!?"

"OH ROBERT, I WANT YOU SO BADLY! Let us make love!" You made sure to project your voice, all while pressing yourself against the confused man. You wrapped a leg around his torso and held onto him, briefly turning your head to look back. Before Speedwagon could further question you, a voice called out.

"Hey, you two! Just what in god's name do you think you're doing!?" It was the doctor. An appalled expression crossed his features. The distraught nurse beside him had a similar reaction as she screeched out, "What impropriety is this? We're in a hospital, for the love of God!"

Speedwagon was starting to catch on to what you were doing, but that didn't take away his embarrassment. Still, he tried his best to play along. "Uh…OF COURSE MY LOVE, I shall take you HERE AND NOW! Nothing can...subdue my urges!"

Hoping your little act was convincing enough, you took Speedwagon's hand and ran off around the corner. The doctor and nurse chased after you in pursuit, shouting something about having no shame or dignity.

Being somewhat familiar with the hospital's layout, you were lucky enough to come across an open door. You dashed inside and pulled Speedwagon along with you. Speedwagon closed the door carefully so as to not make too much noise. The two of you sat in silence as footsteps approached. Your heart was racing, and it wasn’t just because of the running, or the fear of being found by the doctor and nurse. It was the embarrassment that finally caught up to you. It was the fear of what Speedwagon thought of you after the whole thing.

Your uneasy thoughts were interrupted when you heard a familiar feminine voice added into the mix. “Father! I heard the commotion. What on Earth happened?”

“Erina dear, there you are. We saw a couple of shameless hooligans all over each other just now. It was such preposterous behavior. To think anyone would do such a thing under this roof!”

The entire conversation was carried out not too far from the broom closet, so you and Speedwagon could hear it clearly.

“W-what, really? My, how shameful indeed…” Erina’s voice trailed off. To anyone who wasn’t aware of the events that had transpired, Erina’s statement would’ve seemed perfectly fine. Although in complete darkness, you and Speedwagon glanced at each other from the corner of your eyes, as if calling the lady out on her hypocrisy. She best be thankful she wasn't the so-called 'hooligan' her father had the misfortune of witnessing.

“The fools probably ran out by now, but still, do keep an eye out,” the doctor advised. Erina nodded at her father in understanding. Internally, she was thanking the heavens it wasn’t her and Jonathan he had seen. Although she was curious on who exactly he had seen, she let the matter go for now. After all, she was just moments away from being found out herself. She wasn’t even aware her father would be here today, otherwise she wouldn’t have let her guard down so easily.

“Now Erina, you’ve been looking after Mr. Jonathan Joestar, yes?” Erina was startled by the mention of her lover's name, but nodded quickly in response.

Her father didn’t seem to suspect a thing. "Good. I was just on my way to check on his condition myself, so let us carry on now.” The sound of their voices and footsteps soon faded. Once you were in the clear, you and Speedwagon let out shared sighs of relief.

“Bloody hell, that was close. Now let’s get the hell out of here.” Speedwagon stood to open the door. When he turned the knob however, it didn’t budge. He tried again. Shaking the door, still nothing. “Blazes! This damn thing won’t budge. It appears we’ve locked ourselves in.”

You groaned in frustration. “What? How fortunate…” You tried feeling around the room, and ended up finding a lamp. You turned it on, and didn’t know whether to be grateful for the light or not. On one hand, you could get a better look at your surroundings. On the other, you now had to look Speedwagon in the eyes, making your embarrassment flood back to you.

“Well, at least this light works. Maybe we can find a key around here. If not, I guess we can always break down the door?” you suggested rather stupidly while scanning the room in search of anything useful. You were reaching for a broom when Speedwagon set a hand on your shoulder.

"Wait, Y/n, before anything…I wanted to ask you about earlier." Oh no, here it comes. You swallowed a lump in your throat and let the broom fall against the wall.

Speedwagon fidgeted with his tie and averted his gaze as he spoke. "Couldn't you have, OH I don't know- feigned a heart attack, or something other than canoodling with me!?" His cheeks were a fiery color, now matching yours.

You sat there in silence for a while, clutching onto the lamp as if a genie would come out to save you if you believed hard enough. You might not have been granted salvation, but the least you could receive was courage. “There’s a couple of reasons I chose to do what I did ya know," you started. For once, Speedwagon didn't say anything in response, instead waiting for you to elaborate.

“Well for one, when I spoke to the nurses earlier, they said something rather interesting. They told me there were rumors of a young couple getting frisky somewhere around the hospital.” You glanced momentarily at the man to make sure he was following along. As expected, his eyes were trained on you, and you quickly looked away to continue. "So when you told me about Jonathan and Erina, that pretty much confirmed it was them.”

Your reasoning was starting to dawn on him. “Ohhh, I get it! Eventually they’d be found out, unless someone else beat 'em to the punch. Now everyone will just think it’s us.”

“Precisely. I’m willing to take the blame for their sake. After all, it’s not our reputation that matters here.” You knew Speedwagon felt the same way about those two, if not more. You would do anything to uphold their honor, even if their sudden fuck session was uncalled for.

“I don’t think the doctor got a good look at our faces anyhow,” you added with a shrug, followed by a rolling of the eyes. “Honestly, the things we do for those two. Didn’t know this came with being best man or maid of honor, yet here we are.”

Speedwagon was in complete agreement with you. Although it made sense so far, he recalled there was more to the story. Curious to know, he questioned further. “Yes, well you said you had a couple of reasons for doing that little act back there, so…mind telling me the other reason?”

Here comes the hard part. “Oh, right. W-well you see Speedwagon…I did it simply because I desired to do so. I’ve been wanting to for a while now." The increasing beating of your heart was impossible to ignore at this point. "I know these aren’t exactly the most favorable circumstances, but oh well. Blame those two for not being able to keep it in their trousers." You hoped a little jest would help hide your anxiousness, but who are you kidding, you were a mess.

Robert grinned bashfully at your choice of words. “Y-y/n are you saying then, that you feel something for me?”

“Yes, I suppose I am,” you confirmed, setting the lamp down on a shelf. “I’m confessing my love to you in a damn broom closet.” The awkwardness of the situation made you turn away and rest a palm against your face in dismay. The weight of his eyes on you was too much to bear right now. Because of your refusal to properly face him, you didn’t even notice he was smiling.

Although you were already in close enough proximity due to being in such an enclosed space, Robert stepped even closer to you. He lifted the palm that was covering your face, and held it in his own hand. The other was placed gingerly on your cheek, so you could turn to face him. Although his fingers were somewhat callused, the action was a tender one.

“Y/n, broom closet or not, I'm glad you said all this,” he said as he leaned in closer to you. In the dim glow of the lamp, you were the most precious thing to him. He’s sure even in complete darkness, he’d be able to identify your every breath.

How silly it was that not too long ago, you felt bold enough to practically crawl all over the man, but were now flustered by the slightest of his touches. His warm brown eyes held you captive, making it impossible to look away from him now. “What- what are you…”

“I must confess I love you too, dearest.” You froze in place for a moment, until the warmth of his lips melted away any remaining uncertainty. Your mouths moved against each other, a bit out of tune at first. Eventually though, it was as if your lips were fated to meet in a silent symphony.

Once you pulled away, Speedwagon let out an amused chuckle. “I must say, that was rather bold of you back there, saying all those things with such volume and detail. Even I was rattled by it.”

“With such volume and detail? I learned that from you, Robert dear,” you smiled sweetly, running your fingers through his long shaggy hair. You then gave a dismissive laugh to wrap your arms around his neck. “And what’s bold is that Jonathan and Erina! Surely Jonathan’s at least still a bit injured, yet there he was going at it like nothing! Tell me, just how good was it? I’d like to know since I didn’t even get a chance to see, and we’re in this predicament now because of it.”

The image of Jonathan and Erina flashed before Speedwagon’s eyes, and it was still as clear as ever. He didn’t even mean to see, it just happened. “W-well…Mr. Joestar was certainly approaching his conclusion, along with Erina. I assure you they got to their agony of bliss if that's what you're asking.”

“How lovely for them,” you snorted in amusement. “Hm, as long as we’re stuck in this broom closet, what say we do something…exciting?”

With the hint of your suggestive tone, Speedwagon immediately knew what you meant. “Y-y/n! Here, really!?”

“What? I’m just saying maybe we should follow the example of our good friends. Surely, you've still got a stiff one from seeing Jonathan earlier,” you teased.

Speedwagon’s face turned a rosy shade at your inappropriate assumption, but he couldn't deny it. As if that wasn't enough to get him going, you would be the bane of his existence and ruin him further. “W-well, now that you mention it…”

You grin at his response, and slide a hand down to unbuckle his trousers. This would certainly keep you occupied for a while.

“I’ll be right with you Jonathan, let me just go fetch a broom!” Upon opening the door, Erina let out an astonished gasp. “Y-y/n!? Speedwagon!?”

The man in question was leaning against the wall with you knelt before him. You turned to the woman at the door while Speedwagon quickly tried using his coat to cover his exposed lower half.

Her surprised expression made you scoff. “Listen here Erina, don’t act like you weren't doing this with Jonathan just now. Though I suppose it was in a different position, but still.” You then handed Erina a broom. “Here ya go. Do close the door on your way out!"

Erina shut the door, stepping away slowly. Oh, so that’s what had happened. Though she really should've expected something like this to eventually take place.

#robert eo speedwagon #jjba x reader #speedwagon x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #fluff #jojo's bizarre adventure #speedwagon

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