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CONGRATS ON 1K!!!! 💕💕 may I request 'what if I barked at you' with Kaeya pls 🥺👉👈 hope you'll have a great day!!! ✨✨✨

bark at you

pairing — kaeya x reader

a/n — let me add a little bit of spice

warnings — suggestive

[ 1k followers event ]

(( if i haven't missed the 1k event )) may i request sentence starter #2 with venti, or sentence starter #21 with Childe? whichever sparks more joy!

enemies to lovers?

in which you decide to ask the question you both have been avoiding

pairing — childe/tartaglia x reader

a/n — guess who's doing requests instead of studying for her test tomorrow lol

warnings — suggestive

[ 1k followers event ]

HOW THE MORTALS DO

— CHARACTERS :: Xiao x Adeptus!Reader.

— SUMMARY :: You have always been fascinated by the mortals and their traditions, and Xiao can't help but take notice of this. So, he surprises you with a typical human tradition when they like someone.

— WARNING :: None.

You sat perched on a roof top, watching with the utmost interest as a young woman recieves a flower from a handsome man. She takes the flower in her fingers, a smile gracing her lips as she looks up to meet the mans eyes. He says something you're unable to hear, but whatever it was made the woman smile even wider before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing the man. "Oh!" You look the other way, up at the stars before glancing back and seeing their hands now linked together and walking away. "Hmm... Mortals are so fascinating." You stand up, stretching out your limbs before deciding to return to Xiao, who's likely waiting at the Wangshu Inn for you.

"Were you waiting long?" You call out, stepping next to your fellow adeptus.

"No." Xiao's eyes don't leave the horizon. "...Where were you?"

"At Liyue Harbor," You tell him, "Watching the mortals! I witnessed something so intriguing! A man gave this pretty woman a flower," you glance at him, trying to watch his face for any reaction but it remained neutral. "And then they kissed!" His nose crinkled in disgust.

"Why?"

"Why did they kiss?" He nods and you hum, leaning against the wooden railing. "I think... Because they love each other." You weren't looking, but his eyes widened a fraction. Love. That was something that had been on his mind for quite sometime now. He swallowed down the want to ask for more- what is love? why was he so fascinated with it suddenly? was it the warm feeling he got in his chest when he saw you?

"I don't understand your fascination with them." He says quietly, eyes falling to the scenery below. "Don't you ever get bored of their interactions?"

"You just don't see it the way I do." You pout, looking over at him. "I wish you could see them through my eyes, then you'd see how captivating they are! I wish I could recieve a flower from someone who loves me..." You grumble, looking back at the horizon, the moment from earlier filling your mind.

"Mmm..." He looks over at you, thinking for a moment before deciding to leave for the night. "Let's meet tomorrow. Here, same time."

"Wait-" Before you got the chance to ask why he was suddenly leaving, Xiao disappeared. You sigh, grumbling about how he always seems to leave a little too early for your liking.

But, just as he asked, you returned to the inn the following night. Returning to the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn earlier than normal, you found he wasn't there. "Hm, he's always here before me..." You wait a while longer, not recognizing his presence until he spoke up.

"Y/n?" You jump at his voice, turning to face him- You go to scold him only to stop and stare at him with wide eyes. Although trying to act nonchalant as he holds out the Qingxin flowers, Xiao's heart is pounding against his ribcage. "These are for you." Your eyes swirl with adoration as you take the flowers from his hands, your fingers sparking with electricity as they graze his fingertips. You giggle, smelling them like you've seen the mortals do.

"Xiao! Thank you!" You smile brightly, looking up at him to see his ears and cheeks are tinted red. You hum, taking a step forward and cupping his cheek gently before pressing a kiss to the other one. You take a step back and you can almost see the steam that radiates off of him.

"I-It was nothing," he looks the other way, unable to meet your gaze. "Yesterday you said you wanted flowers, and I just happened to see them."

"Is that so?" You pluck one of the flowers off of the stem and then placing it behind his ear. "Oh wow," You whisper, "You're so pretty, Xiao!" Maybe you wanted to give your fellow adeptus a heart attack or maybe you were entirely oblivious to how he was affected by your actions, but either way, Xiao was trying his hardest to act unaffected.

"You..." He huffs, plucking the flower from behind his ear and tucking it behind yours. He softens a bit, "It looks better on you." Your pretty sure your cheeks are on fire after that, and now its your turn to look the other way. You clear your throat, wondering if you should say what was on your mind or not but before you could Xiao spoke. "These mortal customs aren't... aren't terrible."

And you couldn't deny that you agreed. Instead you leaned forward, and with a coy smile you say, "Shall I teach you some more then?”

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HOW THEY REACT TO : CALLING THEM "PRETTY BOY"

— CHARACTERS :: Kaeya , Diluc , Venti , Albedo , Bennett , Razor , Aether , Childe , Scaramouche , Zhongli , Xiao , Xingqiu , Chongyun.

— SUMMARY :: How they react to you calling them "pretty boy."

— WARNING :: None.

☆⌒ KAEYA : You walked up to him, cupped his cheeks, and smiled as you said, "There you are, pretty boy!" Kaeya's eyes widen, before a small chuckle leaves him, and he places his hand over yours before turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Here I am." He replies breathlessly, his charming smile appearing. He adores being called pretty boy, and if you add 'my' in front of it? Well, Kaeya truly wouldn't want to be referred to as anything else from you!

☆⌒ DILUC : "Pretty boy, with me." You say, walking away before stopping when you realized Diluc wasn't following you. He'd point to himself in slight confusion and shock. He's pretty boy? He'd shake his head at your words, sighing as he catches up with you, but if you pay close enough attention you can see the red that tints his ears. Pretty boy? Him? You really think so? Subconsciously he lets a small smile form and his chest puff out in pride.

☆⌒ ALBEDO : Doesn't know how to respond, so he doesn't. You call him your pretty boy after finding him studying some old texts, and he'll just nod at you before going back to his work. Weird, his heart is racing, could this be because of your words? He'll have to check into that later though he doesn't have time right now– if you're looking for a big reaction, Albedo isn't going to give one anytime soon.

☆⌒ VENTI : "Not bad, pretty boy." Venti will definitely be a bit awestruck. "Thank you~" He'll grin, giggling as he follows after you. Congrats, you've got the archons attention, and it's unlikely you'll lose it anytime soon! Venti will want to hear you call him a pretty boy again, especially if he's your pretty boy! Scratch under his chin and call him pretty boy and he'll be putty in your hands, although there is a chance he'll tease and call you his pretty boy/girl/person right back!

☆⌒ BENNETT : "Wha– You think I'm pretty?" He's so caught off guard! You think he's pretty? He'll laugh, smiling before saying "Thanks! You're... You're pretty too!" Definitely a bit blushy, very smiley! Feels like he could take on the world after you calling him pretty boy! Might run off to take on a commission or something bc he feels so lucky and in such a good mood!

☆⌒ RAZOR : "Razor pretty?" He points to himself in confusion. When you nod, ruffling his hair or giving him a soft smile, Razor will smile and nod. "Thank you. Y/n pretty too." Razor doesn't much understand the whole being pretty thing but it does make his inside warm so he doesn't mind it.

☆⌒ AETHER : His eyes widened in slight shock and he looks around. "Me?" You nod, laughing and cupping his cheeks. He'll smile softly, leaning into the warmth of your hands. "Yes, you're my pretty boy, Aether." He'll hum, he just wants to enjoy more of these soft moments with you.

☆⌒ CHILDE : "Ah, pretty boy, I was wondering where you ran off too." Childe will quirk a brow, a small smirk forming. "Pretty boy, huh? Don't go falling for me," He'll tease. Childe definitely adores being called pretty boy, but only by you. Anybody else and he'll glare daggers at them. If you pat his head and cup his cheek, he'll melt and lean into your warmth. He could get used to this~

☆⌒ SCARAMOUCHE : Sneers in disgust. "I am not a pretty boy." It'd be best to stop there, but if you persist, continuing to call Scara you're pretty boy, he'll huff in annoyance and leave whilst grumbling curses. Be lucky he has a soft spot for you, or else he might have beheaded you!

☆⌒ ZHONGLI : "Pretty boy? Me?" Zhongli will chuckle heartily, that certainly isn't something that he was expecting you to say– none the less he appreciates the compliment and will say a polite 'thank you.' He enjoys your affections, and if you continue to call him pretty boy, well he's not going to stop you!

☆⌒ XIAO : "Pretty boy! You've returned!" Xiao doesn't exactly hate it but... "Don't call me that." He'll grumble. Even though he says this, please do continue to call him pretty boy. Xiao doesn't really care about his appearance all that much, but hearing you call him pretty boy does make him smile softly later when he's by himself.

☆⌒ XINGQIU : "Do all pretty boys spend all their time in the library?" You ask, and Xingqiu almost doesnt process you (too lost in his book) but he does and his cheeks and ears burn a little. "Did you just call me pretty boy?" He asks, his heart skipping a beat when you nod. Xingqiu definitely doesn't mind being called pretty boy, and most certainly doesn't mind if it's falling from your lips!

☆⌒ CHONGYUN : Gets so shy. He'll try to avoid your gaze, but eventually he'll muster up some courage to mutter out a 'thank you.' and then he'll try and change the subject- "lets go exorcise some spiri-" "you get even more pretty when you're flustered, Chongyun!" Please, let this poor boy be or you’ll flare up his condition!

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Please Title your x readers with fem! if they are.

I am so sick and tired of finding fanfictions that look interesting, and going in hoping for GN readers, only to be figuratively slapped in the face with a female reader. It sucks as someone who isn't comfortable with she/her pronouns or titles when you see that in a fic without expecting it.

Please just make it clear. I am so tired of getting excited by a fanfiction, only to be hit the face with a fem reader- there's nothing wrong with fem readers. But please, just make it clear. I'm tired of this.

An alternative ending to this. Where instead of walking out the office reader just fucks Childe

Horny jail rn for me right now

Pairings; Childe x reader

Warning(s); horny childe, hate fuck, not sfw, dom reader, lack of aftercare, swearing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, begging, degradation 

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Is it alright if i req hcs of kaeya, diluc, zhongli finding out they have a vampire s/o and they have all these cool vampire abilities and can be a bat and etc? Thanks 😊

Vampires go brr is all I say

Requests are back open! I’m planning that nth-hundred special thing soon but for the time being I’ll take more requests <3

Pairings; (Seperate) Kaeya, Diluc, and Zhonglii x reader

Warning(s); no explicity nsfw just mentions

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Kaeya

Man if he wasn’t already whipped for you the added fact of you’re a vampire is so cool to him. If it’s not a secret he’s definitely like “check out my s/o everyone rn, okay, do the bat thing”

Hickeys are interesting and Kaeya is far too down bad for it. He loves the feeling of your fangs literally anywhere on his body

He also loves the feeling of your fangs brushing up against his lips

If you turn into other animals Kaeya is just there like ‘holy shid my s/o right now’

Yelling ‘down bad’ at Kaeya is just apart of your common lingo at this point

Thanks to your aversion to sunlight midnight exhibitions and explorations are the best thing to Kaeya

He wants to know everything you can do and will likely test your limits

If you’re the floaty kind of vampire Kaeya loves being held in the air

If you’re the kind of vampire that can turn into mist please prank him when he goes into a hug, it’ll be funny to watch him eat shit 

Give him a kiss after though. It doesn’t matter how funny it is just remind the man you love him

If you’re particularly older than him expect him to ask what certain aspects of the past really are true and what’s just made up to keep the calm 

Do you still pray to the god of your homeland, be it Barbatos or any other. If not why? 

How were you turned? Were you born a vampire? Were you born in Teyvat or Khaenri'ah? If you’re from Khaenri'ah was it before or after the gods betrayed the people?

If you’re as secretive as Kaeya it’s interesting to see how much you can reveal while he continues to keep his cards to his chest

Diluc

He has to be sure you’re not a threat to Mondstat before he even thinks about forming a platonic relationship with you, let alone a romantic one

Diluc isn’t sure what attracts you to him, probably the thrill of danger. The act of placing his life into a person who could snap him like a twig

Every brush or your fangs or scratch of your nails is a reminder of his fragility compared to your superior strength. 

He’s into it way more than he’d like to admit and you know it.

Your days are often spent sleeping, and usually Diluc will sleep the mornings with you sleeping, afternoons and evenings are strictly business time to him

If you help out with his Darknight Hero rounds he’s more than happy to have you about. And he loves seeing your raw power tear through Abyss Mages forcefields quicker than he can with his vision

It’s funny watching Diluc skirt about questions about your past, especially once you’re in a relationship. Though unlike other vampires, you’re more open to sharing your secrets with Diluc than others.

Diluc being a secretive person himself doesn’t speak of your own vampiric abilities

Diluc is the original hypeman in the shadows. Anything you do is immediately met with praise, especially when it comes to your vampiric abilities;

Turn into a bat or other animal mid battle to move the battle to your advantage after he’ll just tell you how cool the move was

Turn into mist to fuck with the abyss mages like they do everyone else? Hell yeah payback bitch

Teleport into an abyss mages forcefield to take em down? Number 1 hype man right here

Diluc will compliment you on all the cool things you did on the walk back to the winery and man seeing his face light up his the best thing

You can guess this is what he was like before his fathers death, this cheery smiley man. It’s a shame you don’t get to see it more

Zhongli

Zhongli knew there was something different about you, something not human and once he finds out about your vampiric status everything kind of melds together. The reason why you are never seen on lovely bright days

Though the fact you’re seen at all during the day is something to behold actually and the first question to leave Zhongli’s mouth is ‘why can you go outside during the day?’

You explain that you’re a particularly old and strong vampire, rivalling some of the youngest gods in age. You had once had a coven but many of it’s members but your kind had been hunted to near extinction by archon loyalists who saw you all as blasphemous 

Sitting at the table with other historians is always so much fun for both of you, especially with your contradicting opinions on the geo archon. Though your opinions aren’t necessarily bad but it’s more like you see them in a different light considering your age and knowledge of the world

Zhongli enjoys talking to you about divinity. So much so that you think that Zhongli is constantly dropping hints that he is the Geo Archon himself

You don’t question him but instead drop hints back at him that you know, small things that makes him question internally about it.

Its not often you or Zhongli go about fighting, the two of you much prefer to sit, drink tea and have a good chatter

Though the centuries of battling shows when the both of you are thrown into battle, you often bounce off of each other with ease. And with the added flare of your shapeshifting abilities your enemies will always perish

Around Liyue Harbour both you and Zhongli are friendly with the kids, often treating them to popsicles or games of tag and hide and seek. Despite the fact that the two of you don’t look a day over 30 many of the children give you sweet nicknames with any kind of relation to grandparents

The other vampires you have left you will visit often, usually when Zhongli is visiting his adepti. Seeing your children thrive in all corners of Teyvat without the security of a nest of vampires is admirable. Its no wonder they have survived this long

While you’re not as lively as the younger vampires both you and Zhongli cause your fair bit of trouble and have the most fun you can possibly can have

Diluc x Chaotic! Baker! Reader

"What're you doing?"

"Mind your fucking business, fire pubes!"

Diluc had awoken late into the night to hear banging all the way from the kitchen. It was so late that all of the maids had retired to bed. So why were you up? In the kitchen with a bunch if pots?

"It's sad boi hours!"

Ah, that's why. Diluc is no stranger to your late-night intrusive thoughts, but coming to the kitchen to bake is new.

"And so you're making a cake?" He asked, crossing his arms and gazing at the mess of batter, eggs, mixing spoons, and bowls.

"It's better than jumping off a cliff, isn't it?" You retorted. Lack of sleep and frenzied emotions making you a bit more snappy than your usual self.

"I can't say eating away your feelings is a good idea either, but it is a significant step up," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, freed from its usual ponytail. "Well, do you want some help? Or perhaps some company?"

"Yes."

Diluc hummed, a slight smile as he made his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you mixed the cake batter. He knew you would talk about what was bothering you when you were ready. Sometimes you didn't talk about it at all. He didn't care as long as you never hurt yourself and did the correct things to make yourself feel better.

"It's like a reward," you mumbled. "I work through things and I get a treat."

"And cupcakes is your treat for today?" Diluc questioned, eyeing the bake pan already prepped with liners.

"Black cupcakes," you corrected, adding food dye. "It's like I'm eating my bad thoughts, making sure that they don't hurt me anymore."

"Well, that's actually a lovely way of putting it." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, drowsiness starting to take hold of him once again.

"Why don't you go back to bed," you tempted, feeling bad for waking him up.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, starting to sway your bodied to a silent rythm. "I like you too much to just go to bed alone."

Wow, being tired sure did bring out a softer side of Diluc. You unwrapped his arms from your waist to put the newly poured cupcakes into the oven, taking the previous batch out.

"Say," you started, turning towards the man of your dreams, seeing him watch you while he leaned against the counter. "I sure have made a lot of cupcakes... Do you think you'd be willing to give them away at Angel's Share?"

Diluc smiled softly, "Sure. If there's one thing drunks enjoy other than alcohol, it's food."

The rest of the baking seemed to go by quickly. Once Diluc came in, you stopped mixing batter, so once your final batch came out of the oven, you put them to the side and turned off the appliance.

"I'll decorate them in the morning," you announce, wiping your hands on a towel. "I've kept us both up for too long."

You took Diluc's hand, turning off the light, leading him out of the kitchen, and back up to your room. Snuggling back under the covers, you got comfy up against your lover, looking up at his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

"Yea," you smiled. "I might bake more often, not just to distract myself. It's really fun."

"And messy," he teased, scrunching up his nose with a silly smile.

"So I'm not the cleanest. You still love me."

"I do, very much so."

He leaned in and placed a gentle peck against your lips. You two then hunkered down once more for the night.

The next day, while tired from your late-night escapade, fulfilled your promise of decorating your cupcakes, while Diluc fulfilled his own by taking your creations to his tavern, leaving some for you and the help. Many of his patrons were overjoyed at the baked goods and even more excited at the fact that they were free. When asked why, he simply said they were a gift to his customers from his partner.

After that, you got more into baking and started doing it as a hobby. Eventually with how often and how much you made each time, Diluc suggested partnering with him, selling your goods at his tavern or even opening up a small kiosk in the city. In the end you turned that idea down, saying that you enjoy making people full and happy, their smiles more than enough payment. Of course, Diluc rolled his eyes at that, but didn't pressure you to sell anything.

Totally not at all inspired by the fact that i baked cupcakes at 1 am because of sad boi hours

And no they weren't good

But god what i wouldnt give to be a little bakery bitch with a wine tycoon for a boyfriend

-mod ein

albedo, diluc + xiao with a taller s/o

character x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw

additional notes: i’m pretty tall myself (please i practically tower over everybody in-game besides diluc, kaeya, zhongli and childe) so this request was a big yes for me!! requested by a lovely anon. thank you for requesting ♡ i feel like these are too short but i hope you like these hcs!

albedo:

albedo doesn’t even bat an eye at your obvious height difference

height or any physical feature doesn’t matter to him in a relationship, he’s more interested in personality and compatability in terms of hobbies

try your best to tease him and poke fun at his height but he’ll just offer you a deadpan expression

has no shame and will bluntly ask for your help. unfortunately, you’re his new step ladder and you are obliged to help him at any time, whether you are in the middle of an important task or if it’s dawn and you wish to sleep 

will appear randomly and drag you to his workshop, ignoring your protests

“ah, there you are. i need you to help me reach the jar of sweet flowers.”

secretly loves it when you backhug him! it makes him melt into your arms and if you’re lucky, you might see the tips of his ears turn pink. he can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy in the security of your embrace, especially since you’re tall enough to perfectly rest your head on his

if you’re walking up a flight of stairs together, albedo will stop abruptly on a higher step and steal a kiss. 

he’ll smirk smugly, his mischievous side showing through, while watching your jaw drop, face turning progressively redder when he leans in to kiss you again

naturally curious, and probably has some strange experiment involving your height, pestering you with question after question, speaking so quickly that you have to remind him to breathe

when you walk together, you tend to speed up, and albedo will sometimes struggle to keep up. he’ll tug on your hand, his way of asking you to slow down, and no words need to be exchanged for you to understand immediately

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Hi! Can I request headcanons or scenarios about Childe and Kaeya(separately) reacting to this:

Reader : asks to be hugged

Childe/Kaeya: says something like "oh? You really want a hug from me?"

And then reader just says "oh, sorry. I didn't want to bother you" and starts leaving. Reader is just pretending, because he's tired of their teasing and wants it to backfire! He want's to see their reaction too! Hope this makes sense! Male reader. Fluff. Thank you!

This makes a lot of sense! Very fluffy, I love it :)

Childe

-asking this man for a hug fills his ego

-“oh? The pretty boy wants a hug from a handsome man?”

-smug man thinks he’s gonna see you flush when he smirks up at you

-Childe thinks he’s gonna make his boyfriend turn bright red with embarrassment but he’s shocked when he sees your reaction

-“then I’ll just go ask Scaramouch, since he’s ya know, a handsome man.”

-his jaw drops to the floor when he hears that

-“what do you mean baby? I’m right here??”

-look him up and down for dramatic affect

-Childe can’t hide his true emotions from you so it’s very obvious that he’s freaked out

Kaeya

-this man gets so giddy whenever you ask him for hugs

-any affection from his cute boyfriend makes him so happy

-except this time this smug cyro user decided to get cocky and tease you

-“hm? Asking me for a hug? You want me to warm you up? Just say so,handsome~”

-he was so confident that he would get a flustered yes and then pull you into a loving embrace,but no

-“well,with your vision it might be hard to warm me up...I’m gonna go see if Diluc is busy

-“HUH????”

-man is so shocked he literally throws himself at you and starts to beg

-he might even start to sniffle before you can explain yourself

Hi! May I request headcanons about Childe Kaeya Zhongli and Bennett reacting to male reader saying "it's so nice being hugged by you" or "you're so warm" (basically anything cute) when they hug him?

Sorry if I'm sending this the second time, I'm just not sure if I sent it/it got sent! Hope it's ok! If you already got this request, don't take this as me trying to rush you! Absolutely take your time!

This is actually one of the ones I accidentally deleted while working on so thank you for re sending this!

Genshin boys x male reader saying cute things while hugging

Kaeya

-as smooth as he is you say one cute thing to him while he’s hugging you and he’s gone

-“your hugs are the best...”

-turned to love sick goop

-definitely squeezes you gushing about how cute his boyfriend is

-he may squeeze the air out of you

-you could say the most simple thing and he turns into love filled mush

-“I have the sweetest boyfriend ever!!”

Zhongli

-when he hugs you he loves it when you say anything

-he just loves hearing your voice so close to him

-and then you go and say that he’s nice and warm?

-he would squeeze you a little harder and hide his face in your shoulder

-would mumble about how he needs a warning before you say something so sweet

Bennett

-he already gives very tight hugs

-so if you say anything cute, you may be risking your life

-even something as small as, “I love your hugs” will make him trap you in a deathly love squeeze

-be warned

-he sequels about how cute his boyfriend is and will brag about anything you say

-he thinks your word is law because you are a god to him

Childe

-SMUG TO THE EXTREAM

-you give him one cute sentence and he wants more

-“your really warm,Childe.”

-“oh? Then how about I become your only heat source~”

-he will never let you forget any of the cute things you say

-has and will rank them by how cute they are

-sometimes even gives you scores just to mess with you

Cioccolata: Secco, go get them, boy!

Secco:

happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction

happy 420

*taps mic* gyro and johnny are definitely furries

it goes without saying that diego is a scalie

no i don't take constructive criticism and neither does gyro when it comes to his hideous fursuit.

dio’s fuckhouswe

May I request bucciarati gang headcanons with a female s/o that is a maladaptive daydreamer which also makes it hard for them to focus? I'm like this and I noticed that I daydream much more often when my family's fighting again and I feel lonely and sad, because nothing's more comforting than feeling loved and comforted by somebody—even if they were not even real. I also sometimes talk out loud to myself during my daydreams and make expressions. This just got a little creepy...I'm really sorry.

Hey, daydreamers gotta look out for each other, right?

It's okay to have a bubble to escape reality, my beautiful gangster.

Bucci gang w/ a daydreaming S/O.

Bucciarati:

It's a bit of another stress for him.

But that's just because he's scared to lose you if you don't focus on the missions or don't listen to instructions properly.

When you're all together and he sees you stay in your corner, staring off into the distance, he just comes up to you.

He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head gently. He knows what you're thinking of.

"We're your family now, you don't have to think about the past anymore, amore."

He makes you feel so loved and so at home, you feel like a new life began for you.

Will be touchy with you if needed and his touches are so gentle and tingly, it makes you crave his presence and you immediately focus on him.

"Eyes on me, carina. Listen to my voice."

Yes capo.

He never judges you, no matter how much you feel like a weirdo. Still, he is a bit of a tease about it.

"Are you perhaps dreaming about me~? Now, don't be shy I'm just teasing you."

Abbachio:

Surprisingly, he was a lot like this too.

Before he met Bruno, he was still tormented by the memories of his partner, and he still is to this day.

He realizes very soon that it may be a sign of PTSD and he wants to help you recover.

There's only so much he can do, but he's very down to earth, and know to bring you back the moment he notices that dull, dazed look on your face.

"Snap out of it, Y/N. You're with me."

Has convinced Bucciarati to let him be your designated partner.

Is always open to talk about what's making you feel so blue over a glass of wine, or any drink of your choice.

You get into a dissociative state and he doesn't waste any second putting his headphones on your ears, pulling you close.

You're pleasantly surprised to hear some alternative Rock music that's neither too aggressive, nor too soft.

Abbachio is a big comforting figure for you and he makes you feel understood.

Giorno:

When he learns about it, he is so intrigued.

He can be a bit dreamy too, but he's impressed by how easy and quickly you get out of focus.

He knows it can be dangerous on missions, so he tries to do something to make sure you keep your head in the game.

"Hold my hand and don't let go, Y/N."

He gives your hand gentle squeezes and if you don't squeeze back, he just squeezes harder.

He sees you frown and pout when you dream of something that is upsetting you and he makes flowers pop out in front of you.

He loves it when you jump and flinch, especially if you were talking softly to yourself.

"I love that distraught look on your face. It's adorable."

May or may not prank you by putting spiders and snails over your hands to wake you up.

He apologizes right after, but he still keeps on doing it.

Braids your hair until you wake up, surprised when your hair is a mess of african braids bundles and twists.

Mista:

Super fun about it.

He knows it can be serious, but he is a big jokester about it.

Everytime he sees you don't pay attention anymore

"WE'RE LOSING HER, WE'RE LOSING HER, STAY WITH ME Y/N DON'T GO TO THE LIGHT. DON'T. GO. TO THE LIGHT!!!"

He is so stupid it makes you laugh and forget what you were even dreaming about.

If he's not there, Count on the pistols to come harass you and snap you out of it, because at this point, you might as well be their mom.

He lends you his gun and makes you practice shooting.

He swears it's to help you learn to focus on the target and stay still!

But that's probably an excuse to come behind you and hold you close to his body as he corrects your stance.

"Hmm? You know you shouldn't be so absent-minded around a man. Who knows what I might do to yo-owowow!! I WAS JOKING STOP HITTING ME OW-!"

True to his words. Will, and has kissed you when you expect it the least.

Narancia:

This boy won't ever leave you alone.

If he ever sees you distancing yourself from the group and look all gloomy, he will DRAG you to them, whether you want it or not.

Loneliness? With Narancia? Don't even dream about it.

"Huehuehue, get it??!! “Dream” ! Krrrrkrkkr Pffftt!! Hahaha!!! I'm so damn HILARIOUS!"

He is always finding new ways to stimulate you so you don't start dreaming off and lose focus.

You start looking off to somewhere and he immediately grabs your arm, telling you to rate his rapping skills or whatever.

"Hey Y/N, you want me to teach you a super cool choregraphy?! It's called Torture dance, check this out!"

He just won't shut up and comes right up into your face obnoxiously.

"Pay attention to meeeee!"

May not fully grasp the extent of your struggle, but he definitely wants to take advantage of it to cheer you up and make you forget.

Sometimes he leans against you and joins you in, cuddling mindlessly with you, dreaming in each other's arms.

Fugo:

At first he is so infuriated and frustrated with you.

Why wouldn't you just focus? You were even worse than Narancia!

But when he notices how solitary and quiet it makes you, he can't help but relate.

He doesn't know what to do, but he is a good teacher and he will make sure his students focus.

He may be a bit harsh on you sometimes, but inside he is so curious.

You are such an enigma to him, he wants you to share all the secrets lying in the depth of your mind.

You show him a bright smile, sheepishly telling him to repeat what he said, but he's just so desperate.

What's on your mind? What are you dreaming of? What lies beyond your silence? What could possibly be more important than the current mission?

He finds little exercices to train your brain into focusing more. He gives you puzzles to do and makes sure you don't give up trying.

He grabs your face and makes you look into his eyes. He doesn't let go until you get flustered and blushy. But he's proud that you're making progress.

"You actually did it, I'm... Impressed..."

If you complete a task without losing focus, who knows, he might reward you...

Trish:

When you tell her you tend to doze off into daydreams, she can't help but wonder.

"Creative people and artists are big daydreamers! What's your thing, bella?"

Asks you if you draw, or dance, play music or anything creative, and if you do, she absolutely wants to see your work!

May join you with singing if you do something related to music.

She teases you a bit when she notices you're not focused and start making expressions.

If you start mumbling, she leans in close to listen to you, and joins in the 'conversation'.

"Girl, same. I agree, hmm. Hmm. Ugh, I know, right? Hate when that happens."

She doesn't even know what she's even agreeing or responding to, but just looking at your confused expression afterwards is a sight to behold to her.

If you happen to smile in your daydreams, she's in heaven. You just look so cute when you lose yourself, she wants to snap 20 pictures.

She comes up from behind you and softly blows on your ear to see your reactions and you surely don't disappoint.

"Aww you're blushing like a little rose!"

Bucci gang hc with a female team member that's always tired and sleeping but has lightning fast reflexes? Like, she's always tired and sluggish but she always manages to survive and complete missions. Every. Single. Dang. Time.

Didn't write dialogue for Abba because his HC was so long already.

Bucci gang w/ a chronically tired S/O HC

Bucciarati

The least worried of the group, but still somewhat concerned.

He knew what you were capable of. He took you in after seeing the extent of your abilities. It didn't matter what the gang thought of you at first, they would eventually understand, was what he told you.

He's never seen someone so physically drained in his life and he'd love to believe that you may have a clinical condition that explains it.

Gets so frustrated when you don't listen to him during briefings and go to do your things on your own in missions.

It's so dangerous and he gets so scared. Even if you always succeed, sometimes without a single scratch, he still can't help but worry.

He stomps to you and when you think he's going to yell at you or slap you for being so reckless, he instead takes you in his arms, relieved.

"It's only a matter of time until something happens to you... God you scare me..."

Otherwise, he has no problems letting you lean onto him when you're feeling spent, or want to nap on him in the car.

Abbachio

Really? That was the new member Bucciarati trusted and brought in?

He was so pissed and frustrated whenever you laid halfway onto the table during meetings, or dozed off when someone reported for duty.

You were so lazy, undisciplined and churlish he couldn't stand it at times.

Some people, like him, worked their ASSES off to get to where they were, and you were just hunched over and drooling?

He was okay with a member feeling a bit sick or tired occasionally, especially if it was Bruno who overworked, but you were just too much!

He constantly slaps you to wake you up or get your attention and scolds you for it.

The way you handled the missions with such endeavour and skill was so contradictory to your usual slow attitude, he was so surprised.

To be honest he's terrified. How could someone be so two-faced?

But now he finally understood why you had been taken here by Bucciarati. You were indeed a valuable addition to the team, he had to recognize it.

It takes time for him to actually trust you and make sure you won't betray them, but he's still very admirative.

Giorno

He wouldn't show it but he was a bit worried. About the gang but mostly about you.

He guessed that you had some vitamin defficiency or anemia maybe? That would explain it, but he was no doctor.

He likes to believe that you're not just plain lazy and careless. If Bucciarati took you in, it was for a reason, he wanted to trust you.

And he was absolutely right.

He had been stuck, alone and in the verge of death on one dreadful mission. Nobody was there, and he couldn't call out for help.

He had used Golden Experience as a desperate last resort to call for one of the members, but he had no hope of anyone coming just in time to save him.

He was beyond shocked when, barely a few minutes after his call, you bursted through the place at lightspeed and took him away, not letting anyone even find you as you brought him to safety.

How did you come in so fast? Where were all the enemies? Did you... take them out all by yourself?

"Thank you, Y/N... I... I owe you my life..."

Otherwise, he puts a bunch of flowers and leaves on your hair when you nap.

Mista

He was pretty laid-back and lazy himself sometimes too. When he sees you chilling, sleeping, looking all jaded he just chuckles and join you in.

When you join the gang at first, he doesn't doubt that you could be a great spy, or a healer, maybe you could spot enemies like Narancia?

Surely he was NOT prepared for what kind of abilities you truly hid behind your tired and deviant facade.

The way you were fighting and the speed and clarity in your movements, he couldn't even catch everything with his two eyes.

The pistols had called for you, as Mista was in a dire situation and surely enough, you were there mere minutes after. He wondered if you had teleporting abilities or if your Stand gave you some kind of hyper speed. Turns out, you were just that fast.

You told him to hang in there and took his gun to finish off the enemies. Taking them one by one.

Your tone and the energy you had in your voice sent electricity down his spine. You were so... Different than what you has used him to.

You patch him up with expertise and he can't help but stare at you like you were a Godly revelation.

"Not gonna lie Y/N, that was kinda hot..."

Narancia

Pranks you all day. And I mean ALL DAY.

There's a recurring joke about how you're going to be the first one to die because of how lazy you are and how you're probably gonna fall asleep mid-fight.

Bucciarati does not like those jokes, at all.

Takes great pleasure in waking you up in the loudest and most obnoxious way possible just to see you flinch and panick.

"Giorno, put a centipede in Y/N's ear. Come on it's gonna be fun!"

How do you manage to sleep with him, Mista and Fugo fooling around next to you all the time, that was a grand mystery.

He brings you pizza, claiming 'you need vitamins'. Because everyone knows pizza have the perfect amounts of nutrients...

He's so impressed and admirative of you when you absolutely kill it during missions. It's like you're a completely different person, he doesn't recognize you.

He's your number 1 fanboy, please sign him an autograph because wow, you're so incredible he can't believe you're real.

It's incredibly funny how you immediately start to yawn and sleep in the car right after the Tom Cruise stunts you just pulled 5 minutes ago.

Fugo

He thinks you're just lazy and he doesn't feel comfortable with you here at first.

Like Abbachio, he wonders what went on Bucciarati's mind to even recruit somebody like you?

But at the same time he's very curious. Did you have some kind of strange disorder he's never heard of?

Every time he saw you, you were either sleeping, slumped over, or just plain out of it.

Are you doing this on purpose to mess with him or piss him off? Because if you are, it's working.

He forces coffee, orange juice, soda, anything down your throat to keep you awake and focused on missions, and when you refuse, he starts biting his nails.

"You better stay focused on this one I swear to God...!"

He's so scared and anxious you're gonna fuck it all up and get someone, or worse even, yourself killed just because you're a careless slug.

When he sees how operational and strong you were and how incredibly fast you acted during missions, his view on you does a complete 180.

In the end, your down-toned presence was very cooling for his angry soul, and he couldn't afford to lose you so stupidly and easily...

Trish

The first time she saw you she wasn't too surprised to see you napping and being a bit slow.

You were in the mafia after all, not necessarily the calmest and chillest occupation. It was okay to feel sleepy once in a while... Or all the time.

She even believed that you weren't just tired physically, but rather maybe you were tired of them.

And honestly? She relates.

But when one day on a mission you went from dragging your feet slowly like a drunkard to swiftly grabbing her, lifting her in your arms like she weighted nothing and running like a freaking cheetah a second after hearing gunshots, she was FLABBERGASTED.

First of all, WHAT? Second of all, HOW? She is so shaken and her eyes couldn't possibly get any wider. You went from 0 to 100 REAL FAST.

She's even wondering if that's really you holding her right now or if you have been possessed or something.

When you show her a characteristic tired smirk as you run, all her doubts are wiped and she's so charmed and impressed, you litterally and figuratively sweeped her off her feet.

"You... You're amazing Y/N..."

imagine mista intentionally dropping things so he can bend over and show off his massive earthquake causing ass to you like the cheeky bastard he is like "whoOp,,my bulletsghdf,,,it fell,,UhoH guess i have to GET it," no you thot you did that on purpose now stay still and let me smack that oversized wagon of yours hold on lemme get my strap

lmao lksjgkljsd8uj the entire way you wrote this ask is perfect and i have nothing to add except: you’re right

can i have some super fluffy sdc dio headcanons? i hope i'm not bothering you!!

You definitely are not bothering!!

Dio fluff hcs

Dio acts all high and mighty, but he is very soft for you. Less so if there are others present, but in private, he is very affectionate

He hasn't really known love since his mom died. Since then, no one ever loved him and he loved no one. That is, untill he met you

You immediately caught his attention, he wanted to see more of you. So, he offered you to come work for him. How could you refuse?

It was clear he was favouring you over everyone else, you could get away with things that no one else could. Soon his interest grew into something more

The moment he realized he might have feelings for you, he set out to make you his. He wouldn't admit it was anything more than fascination, though. Of course, he, Dio, doesn't fall in love. You're simply a play thing to amuse him for a while. He's good at lying. To others, but also to himself. He is head over heels.

Over time, once you've been together for a while, he will start admitting to himself that you're important to him. He doesn't like it. It's a weakness, but he can't help it

He learns that he likes being in love. He likes loving someone and being loved in return, in a way other than worship

Dio is surprisingly cuddly, but he tries to hide it by acting like he's only doing you a favour. In reality, there's nothing he'd rather do than spend the day with you in his arms

He loves to spoil you. You want something? No matter how rare or expensive it is, you say the word and you have it. You'll never want for anything as long as you're with him

But it's not only material things, if you want to simply spend the day—or night—with him, he'll happily indulge you. You want to have a movie marathon together? Oh well, he could do with some more mordern knowledge

Dio is very observant. If you casually mention in a conversation that you miss a food from your home country, a few days later he surprises you with it. He often does little things like this for you. It shows he cares

You're one of the only people who he has ever told about his past. He trusts you. It comes easy to him to talk to you

Sometimes he takes you on seemingly impromptu dates, which he actually planned out days beforehand, but he won't tell you that. One of the more romantic ones was a picnic at night on a rooftop on a clear night. Having conversation and watching the beautiful night sky while enjoying the food and each others company

After a few years, he's gonna ask you to turn into a vampire. He can't imagine his life without you. The choice is yours, but he begs whatever gods are out there you'll agree

Ciao! Can i ask for NSFW headcanons for abbacchio and rohan with a smaller male S/O?

I really, really love this. Abbacchio and Rohan are two characters I headcanon lean more toward attraction to men and I like both of them with smaller men than themselves because they’re both giants.

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S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever) 

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping. 

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms. 

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind. 

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret. 

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out. 

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm. 

-(He do be warm tho ngl) 

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him. 

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.) 

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you. 

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it. 

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off. 

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair. 

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it. 

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo: 

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you. 

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over. 

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute. 

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something. 

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds* 

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie) 

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.) 

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.) 

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held. 

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper. 

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on) 

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay. 

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you. 

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms. 

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft) 

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up? 

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her. 

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.  

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds 

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same* 

-It’s revolting and I love it. 

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”)  But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up. 

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders. 

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now. 

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy. 

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.) 

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you. 

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him 

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the subtext of dio is so funny like hes never explicitly hilarious but he just lounges around his mansion fucking feeding and looking sexy just in case his grandnephew checks in on him and he has a pet falcon

i want dio 🥰 to pick me up 😳 and launch me into a wall 😝 killing me instantly 😩😍

wow honestly a MOOD - nothing can come even close. pls lord dio, end the bane of my meager existence for i seek the comfort of the void, i seek the end from your hands

Hello, this is a bit of an odd request so i hope it isnt bad, could you please write for Kakyoin, and an s/o who has a groundhoh day type stand that, whenever used, will put its user into a time loop until an objective is complete, and is using it to try to save Kakyoin's life in the final day of Egypt, and Kakyoin noticing just how different his s/o seems due to the exhaustion of trying so hard for so long without sucsess (maybe even at the end they will succeed?) thank you very much!!!

This was the longest thing I’ve written and honestly I’m happy with the first half but I’m not sure about the second half. I apologize if the ended is kind of rushed. Also there’s probably going to be some errors because I’m finishing this before I go to bed

Also, let me just tell you how much fun I had writing this. There were so many ideas I wanted to incorporate but didn’t have enough time. This was a lot of fun though!

Warning: There’s going to be a few mentions of family death, language, and very unhealthy musing towards death(I reference s*icide once) so be careful

Over and Over (Kakyoin x Reader)

Thick arms gripped your waist, holding your thrashing body against a strong chest. You couldn’t hear a single thing over the blood rushing in your ears- or maybe that was the sound of gallons of water gushing from the crumpled water tower, flooding the streets below. Water that was tainted a crimson red. A red that shouldn’t have been there.

“Let me go! I have to go help him. God damn it Joseph just let me go! Kakyoin will be okay, he has to be!” You screamed while you whipped your head back into Joseph’s nose, using all your strength which resulted in a sickening crack.

“Damn it, (Y/n)! You’ve got to keep calm, we still have to defeat Dio! This fight isn’t over yet, we can’t afford to worry about Kakyoin right now!” Joseph shouted, resorting to restraining you with Hermit Purple when you threatened to break through his hold. The old man’s eyes widened at the blood curdling roar that tore itself from your throat at those words. 

Joseph felt his heart shatter at the emotions he knew you must be feeling. Devastation, denial, hopelessness and most of all rage. So much rage that it surely felt as if your body would explode from the pure force of it. This was a rage that you never expected to feel in your life but if you're one of the unlucky ones then you became intimately familiar with it. It rushed you like a linebacker, knocking the breath out of you and leaving you paralyzed with no hope of gaining your footing.

It was like a faulty wire that sparks a blaze inside of your house and every frantic second is spent trying to navigate your way through the flames but quickly you feel the flames licking at your heels. No matter how fast you run or how far you go, you know that you’re cornered from every angle. Your only option is to succumb to the flames and lose yourself amongst the heat.

Joseph knew the exact feeling you were experiencing all too well; It killed him to have to be that voice of reason, but he knew that if he lost himself then the two of you were as good as dead. In the back of his mind he could hear the cool voice of his mother, doing her best to keep her stoney facade in the face of his breakdown in front of the pile of rubble that had stolen his friend’s life. He could remember the rage he felt at the way she appeared indifferent- as if Caesar’s sacrifice was something that had been expected. It had taken him so long to realize that it was for his sake. He needed a calm presence in that moment to steer him the right direction lest he rush into a battle half cocked with no plan, only fueled by rage and determination alone. Looking at the young adult currently trying to burst from his hold, he knew that you needed that same presence. 

“Gahh! Could you just listen to me for a second?!” So much for being that calm presence 

In one final burst of strength you broke free from Joseph, your own stand tearing Hermit Purple’s vines to shreds as if they were a flimsy sheet of paper. In all of his time traveling with you he had never sensed such strength from you until this moment.

What wonders a broken heart could do.

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A dull thud resonated through your body as you fell to your knees, elbows leaned against the ledge of the building. He was so far away. You could reach him! You had to reach him, Kakyoin had saved your hide more times than you could count, there's no way you could just leave him behind. He had taken care of your wounds, had encouraged you and helped you to grow not only as a stand user but as a person. What had begun as a trip to help some strangers kill a man you didn’t even know had turned into a journey of self-exploration and growth. The last thing you were expecting was to walk out of this with a newfound confidence, but much less to fall for one of your companions. 

Tears clouded your eyes, blurring your surroundings into nonsensical masses of shapes and colors. Your beloved was a speck of green and red, sticking out from the crumpled metal of the water tower. Your hearing was coming back to you in which you became aware of the chilling scream ringing through the air. Wait, was that coming from you?

The moments following you were a blur. You remembered feeling Hermit Purple wrap around you again, yanking you back into Joseph’s arms before you were forced to flee with the older man.

The last thing you could see was the stark gold of those evil eyes, narrowing at you. Taunting you. ‘You won’t win’ Is what they said.

You were beginning to believe them.

----

At the age of 7 you discovered your stand in what had been a complete accident. 

As a child, you could be pretty unruly especially when you and your brother would horse around. Time after time you had been yelled at to not run in the house, threatening a whipping if you were to break anything. You didn’t listen though. Why would you? Children never thought of what could possibly happen so when your brother bodily shoved you into the wall you hadn’t expected the aftershocks to send your mother’s favorite antique doll tumbling to the ground. The shattering porcelain skated across wooden floors, the quiet scraping echoing in your ears along with the pounding of your heart. You were beyond screwed. If your mom found out about the accident she would kill you!

“What are we going to do?!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes. Your watery gaze met your brother’s. He was the one that caused this, so he had to be the one to fix it! 

It happened in a flash, almost faster than you could see it, but you could have sworn you had seen some sort of creature behind your brother and for a fraction of a second you felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as you opened your eyes in your bed, vaguely aware of a single bell’s chime coming from seemingly nowhere. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t have been, you remembered waking up this morning. Your mother had come to fetch you for breakfast, knocking on the door three times before peeking her head into the door.

Almost like the universe was laughing at you three knocks sounded at the door, and sure enough your mom opened the door with a soft, “(Y/n), come on or else your breakfast will get cold”, going on her merry way. She was blissfully unaware of the confusion that was clouding your brain. Was she messing with you? Of everyone in your family she had the longest mean streak, having a tendency to pull small jokes on you from time to time. Knowing your luck you had passed out from fear, been found and now the woman was biding her time until you confessed that you broke the doll yourself.

You thought it was odd that she would choose to trick you into believing it was morning again but your mother was an odd woman. 

Throwing back your blankets you found yourself dressed in the same pajamas you had worn earlier. Looked back towards your clock you even noticed that the time had been set back to 7am. Changing you into your pajamas was one thing but going so far as to set your clock back was just weird. You were still under the impression that this was one big joke, and as you suffered through another family breakfast- living through the exact same conversations you had already heard, everything the same word for word- you could fill the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. This wasn’t some sort of prank but you had no clue what it was.

You were brushing your teeth when you entertained the dream theory again. It should have been impossible that your dream would so accurately predict the future but you had heard of weirder things. To hear your aunt say it she had known that your mom was pregnant with you before she even knew. She claimed to have seen it a dream, announcing the pregnancy in a similar manner to how it happened in real life. (To be fair though, it wasn’t uncommon to announce a pregnancy by phone, so you weren’t sure how much stock you put in that experience.) Whether it was from a need for some sort of answer or a desire to just put a reason to this odd occasion, you managed to convince yourself that you had just had an incredibly weird, vivid dream. So you pushed it to the back of your mind. You didn’t think about the weird dream, or the weird creature that you were pretty sure that you had caught a glimpse of, but if it was just a dream then that made sense right? You saw a lot of monsters in your nightmares; this could have just been one of them. 

Everything was perfectly fine until your brother was chasing you through the house again. The deja vu was overwhelming, seeing flashes of shattered porcelain in your mind’s eye. You felt the terror that had coursed through your veins when you had thought that you and your brother were soon to be punished. You felt the phantom sensation of tears stinging your eyes, and that might have been what had brought you to change your course at the last moment. You dashed into the kitchen, barely missing that shove that would have destroyed your mother’s prized possession. You escaped punishment, the worst thing you had to deal with had been a shout to take your games outside. 

The day went on like normal from then on. Your ordeal was forgotten by the very next day.

----

Over time you found a name, and even a face, to put to what had happened to you. You became aware of this odd humanoid creature that stood at a similar height to your own. Curly brown hair was slicked back, against its neck. It didn’t look like hair though, there was sheen to it, almost like polished wood. You were sure if you were to reach your hand out it would feel like running your hand over the smooth, cool wood of a grandfather clock. It was dressed almost as if it had come from the Victorian era, wearing a stunning yellow waistcoat on top of a white dress shirt, complete with a pendulum-like tie. It wore a simple pair of beige slacks, and honestly if you didn’t know any better you would have believed this to be a normal person. I mean, they were even adorned with two large cylinder shaped earrings.

This wasn’t a person, however. At first you thought it was a delusion. This thought was only furthered when after a nightmare you had run screaming to your parents about this weird person that had showed up in your room. Although, to you the being was as real as could be; Your father had been the one to stare at you like you were crazy, looking at the very spot you were pointing at. He saw absolutely nothing. To him all he saw was a scared child whose imagination was running rampant in the late hours of the night. Your father had walked you back to your room, ignoring every tearful shriek of how the thing was following right behind you.

“Nothing is following us, it was just a bad dream” The older man grumbled, he was visibly frustrated at the screaming. No doubt he was a little upset at having been woken up at such an ungodly hour. Probably not as upset as you, considering for the rest of the night you dealt with the impromptu staring contest with this weird little thing. 

You don’t remember going to bed- you were sure you ended up passing out from exhaustion- but when you woke up that creature had disappeared. Maybe it really was just a hallucination brought on by your bad dream. Sure, you’ve had occasions where you had mistaken a rogue tree branch to be someone knocking against your window so it should have been easy to write off. You were a scared child, it made sense. It was common for the brain to play tricks on the eyes in the dark, convincing your young mind that there was someone hiding in the shadows waiting to drag you away, but it wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a trick of the mind, or any kind of delusions. Your clock-like companion would go on to make many more appearances- mostly in times of stress, you would come to learn. 

It wouldn’t be until your teenage years when you would begin connecting the dots. This being was a part of you, you learned. Gradually you learned how to summon it at will and by now it was basically second nature to you. It was an extension of your body and, even stranger, you figured out that you could even feel the things that it did. If you used it to grab a book for you the faintest sensation of a hard cover would fill your hand. You could remember spending hours examining it, trying to make sense of this odd manifestation; your fear had been replaced by an eager curiosity, poking and prodding at it. Luckily it didn’t seem to mind too much.

However, your most important discovery was the time loops.

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Bells. Bells were the only thing you could hear. 5 chimes. 10 chimes, transitioning into 15 chimes. 20, 25 chimes now.

  Where were they coming from? The clock tower was in the middle of Cairo, you were too far away for the chimes to be so loud. They were so loud. 

Why were they so damn loud?!

“Kakyoin!”

Your eyes snapped open, nausea building in your stomach as you took a deep breath. The chimes had finally ended but your ears were left ringing in their wake. No one else seemed affected by the deafening noise. They couldn’t hear them, no one could except for you. Your stand Second Chances was on odd one but really, when you’ve just spent the past two months fighting stand users that could do things such as steal souls and reverse age then really nothing was weird anymore. Not even your time loops.

You see, you had a chance that a lot of people could  only dream of. After activating your stand you were transported back to the beginning of the day. It was like pressing restart on a video and getting sent back to the beginning of the level if you failed an objective. You had a fresh start, a new opportunity to step back and try again. Unfortunately while with a video game you have the choice to walk away when you get frustrated, you don’t have that luxury. Even upon failing you were sent back to the beginning of that day. You were trapped in the loop until you were able to accomplish your objective and each new day was punctuated with a new bell chime. You supposed you should be thankful for the bells since they were your only means of keeping track of how many times you had lived through this hell again. Your current count was at 26.

You have seen Kakyoin return 26 times already. You’ve witnessed Iggy lead your miserable group to their fates time and time again. 26 days of pain and loss and suffering. You were nearing the end of your rope, unsure of how much more you could take. Although that didn’t really matter did it? Your last day in Egypt would continue to rewind for eternity. You had to accept that you couldn’t save Kakyoin from his fate, no matter how hard you tried he was destined to die.

“(Y/n) are you alright? I’m surprised, you’ve been moaning about how much you miss Kakyoin. We all would have thought that you’d pounce on him the moment you saw him.” Polnareff propped a hand up on his hip, waving his hand in front of your face with a snicker. “Hey, earth to (Y/n), are you even listening?”

You could have slapped the French bastard. How could he joke like this when the seven of you were walking into a death sentence? You thought that of all people Polnareff would take this the most seriously. His whole motivation for tagging along had been purely to avenge his sister, so why would he be so lighthearted in the hours preceding three of your comrades’ deaths. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to beat the shit out of him for being so insensitive. It wouldn’t be fair to him though. He had no clue of what was to come.

Truth be told none of them did.

You were the only one that was aware of the restart. To everyone else it was just that same day, they were still filled with that original determination. They still had their eyes set on that goal that is oh so close. You would give anything to be like them again. To have that spark in your eyes, that strength in your stride, and that confidence that nothing would go wrong. That belief that as long as you all have each other then nothing can go wrong. Despite every misfortune, every accident, every sacrifice the group had gone through up until this point there was still a blind hope. It was useless and idiotic but you would kill for that blissful ignorance right now.

“I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate something wrong last night” You lied flatly. You couldn’t even remember what you’d had for dinner the night before.

“You better not get cold feet on us now, we’ve come all this way now.” Narrowed green eyes met your own, prompting you to shake your head with a sigh and respond with a fake smile and “I couldn’t back out even if I wanted to,” 

And god did you want to.

Joseph smirked at you, right hand coming up to adjust the hat atop his head, “That’s the spirit” He said simply. Sure it was.

----

Kakyoin fancied himself to be rather perceptive. All of his life has been spent watching others, their reactions and their actions. When you had no friends there was really nothing else to do with his time. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d sat alone at lunch just watching the kids his age. He noticed how the shier children would stick to the outskirts of the lunch room. They were most comfortable near the exit points- seemingly ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded. These kids were considerate enough to space out their seats with an empty chair between each kid. It was interesting how even at such a young age they were already exercising their ‘If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone’ mindset.

On the flip side the extroverted children were more than willing to cram against each other at their tables, to the point where their attendants would have to bring the tots over to sit at some of the other emptier tables. There was no shortage of conversation. Small, high-pitched voices filled the lunch room with a certain excitement that only young children could really emanate. Sure there were a few squabbles- especially when someone tried to snatch a piece of candy away from their friend’s lunch, or if someone had their seat stolen- but those were to be expected when dealing with lively children. They gravitated towards their groups as if on instinct and were visibly displeased if they were separated for whatever reason.

Kakyoin wouldn’t deny the resentment that he became oh so familiar with at a young age, but if there was anything he was grateful for it was his ability to read people.

He could read people like a well loved book. Pretty well, in fact, that it was hard not to stare at people and try to dissect their mannerisms. He’d never admit that he’s spent more than one night watching Jotaro in an attempt to crack some sort of code with the other student. Jotaro shared absolutely nothing about himself, the information he let slip through his actions looked like it was carefully calculated and it was glaringly obvious that he had no intention of opening up. Honestly, Jotaro was interesting to him in the same way that a magic trick was mystifying. He wanted to dissect his traits, figure out the way he worked.

You, however, were a different story. In Kakyoin’s experience everyone had something to hide. That was just how things worked. No matter how often someone like Polnareff or Mr.Joestar opens up to him there would always be information that they would keep from him, but you didn’t do that. It was odd in and of itself. You opened up completely as if no piece of information was too small or too personal. 

He could ask you any question and he would receive an honest answer regardless of whether he had just asked how you take your coffee in the morning or if he had asked how your grandparents had died (yeah, that example was morbid but he has a point to prove.) 

He thinks that maybe it was your honesty that drew him to you in the beginning. You carried yourself as if you had nothing to hide. Kakyoin didn’t even have to try to read you because everything was laid out bare already. Try as he might, the redhead just didn’t understand. After a while he just stopped caring, stopped trying to figure you out because that would always lead to sleepless nights, sitting out on the balcony of whatever hotel they were crashing at that night. 

The arid desert wind caressed his hair, blowing softly as he looked to the empty ledge beside him. He could see a sliver of light peeking from underneath the curtain. Ah, so Polnareff and you were still awake. It was pretty late so surely his two teammates should be asleep by now.- they would all need their rest for the upcoming days of travel. Kakyoin wondered what was going on in the room. He should have chastised himself for having such prying thoughts but he couldn’t stop himself. 

Were you as open with the French man as you were with him? Did Polnareff know about your favorite movie? Your favorite music? Did Polnareff pay attention to the way that your noise would scrunch up when you were displeased, or did he notice how you would lace your fingers behind your back while picking at your nails when you were nervous. Or maybe the infamous flirt knew about that twinkle hidden in your eyes that was only exposed when you were feeling particularly playful. Did he know of the softness of your lips, the slow, smooth rhythm you would mo-.

Kakyoin threw his face in his hands trying to ignore the wildfire blazing on his cheeks. He had no right to think such deviant things about you, especially involving his obnoxious lively friend. Whether he had a right to or not that didn’t stop him- which of course he would never admit to. Kakyoin had grown used to your presence. He took comfort in it; The student had become addicted to having someone entrusting him with so much information. He could be...well, awkward was the only way to describe it. Kakyoin definitely had his moments, while in public he gave no indication of social ineptitude. In fact he enjoyed interacting with so many strangers over the course of his travels. With a craving for social interaction he found that itch scratched nicely, and his spirits had only climbed when he met Jotaro, Avdol, and Mr.Joestar. For once, he didn’t feel like an outsider. He finally felt understood.

So in all honesty Kakyoin wasn’t some bumbling fool when it came to talking to strangers and to another degree: attractive people. Contrary to what the group (mainly Polnareff) chose to believe, Kakyoin wasn’t a complete virgin. I mean, he was but it’s not as if he was completely clueless. He was a hormonal teenager, it was only natural for him to want to explore himself and his sexuality. Of course the most exploration he’d really done had been with his right hand for kind of obvious reasons, but that wasn’t his point! His point was that he wasn’t some stuttering fool that would roll over at the first sight of the first beautiful person he met.

But then he met you.

Kakyoin wanted to say that it was love at first sight. He wanted a cute story that he could tell your children when you got older. He wanted to look his little boy or girl in the eyes and talk about how he knew you were the one from the moment he laid eyes on you. He liked to imagine the wonder in their eyes as he explained the butterflies in his chest when you made your way to him across the busy streets in Singapore, and the pounding of his heart- as if it was going to stop from sheer excitement. That’s what he wanted. Instead he had a story about how you decked him so hard you almost decapitated him, then proceeded to try to kill his friends. 

He would leave that part out. 

You had knocked him off his feet- literally- and he couldn’t stop himself as he fell for you. Kakyoin wasn’t sure if he would have wanted to stop himself if he had the chance to. 

‘Ugh’ He lamented in his brain, ‘I sound like some lovesick fool’

You’d only been traveling with the Crusaders for a couple of weeks, surely that wasn’t enough time to develop feelings for someone. That’s what the redhead tried to tell himself anyway, but here he was, having only known you for a handful of days and having such jealous thoughts that he could feel his blood pressure rise. He hadn’t even confessed to you! You were none the wiser to his feelings so he shouldn’t be getting jealous over the possibility of losing someone that wasn’t even his.

“How long have you been out here?” Jotaro’s gruff voice filled the silence of the night, bolt clicking as he slid the door shut behind him. 

Okay so at least he hadn’t been standing there for too long. Maybe.

“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two?” His statement sounded more like a question than anything. He’d gone outside sometime after Jotaro went to bed and that had been around 9pm maybe. Okay how long had he been out here? “What time is it?”

“Midnight”

Shit.

Alright so he had it a lot worse than he thought he did. Kakyoin turned his head when Jotaro leaned against the railing, his lighter clicking as he lit a cigarette before wordlessly offering one to his roommate. Kakyoin's eyes flitted between the carton and Jotaro’s face. Finally deciding to say ‘fuck it’ and accepted one of the smokes. This trip had more of a chance of killing him than a singular cigarette. If he knew anything he knew not to snub any act of kindness from Jotaro because the hulking teen was liable to take it personal.

The first drag he took from the cigarette practically killed him. He damn near hacked up a lung, having to beat on his chest in hopes of regaining his ability to breathe. When Kakyoin heard the quiet chuckle originating from Jotaro he almost felt like a normal high schooler, sneaking smokes behind his parents back. Part of him expected Jotaro to pull a dirty magazine out from behind his coat but this wasn’t the normal teenage experience- not to mention he wasn’t sure if Jotaro could feel more than one emotion at once.

“You were thinking about them again weren’t you?”

He was also convinced that nothing was scarier than when Jotaro decided to start analyzing things.

“Am I that obvious?” Kakyoin bowed his head, thinking he was slick in the way he snuck another glimpse at your balcony. The light was still on. That sour feeling was creeping back into his chest.

“You look like you’re going to jump across the balcony” Jotaro didn’t turn from his spot looking over the city, “and unless Hierophant is just enjoying the breeze then yes, you’re painfully obvious”

“Wha- when did Hierophant-?” Kakyoin’s head whipped behind him to see his stand seething silently behind him. He pursed his lips as he dismissed his stand.

“Don’t start pouting Kakyoin”

“Stop using Star Platinum to spy on me!” He finally caught a faint glimpse of purple blending into Jotaro’s head. That sneaky asshole!

“Shut the hell up, you’re going to wa-”

“Are you two okay?”

Kakyoin froze when he heard that lovely, exhausted voice. He wishes he hadn’t turned around because he knows the instant he looked at you he got this dumb look on his face. Your hair was a complete mess, tousled as if you had been tossing and turning for a while. Your balled fist rubbed at a sleep heavy eye. Gradually Kakyoin’s eyes drifted down to the loose tank top that practically hung off of your body and then right down to those pajama pants that were hardly hanging on your hips. The teen was conflicted between feeling grateful for having the chance to see your sleepwear once more and letting his envy towards Polnareff take the reins. Seriously, how did the French fucker manage to sign his name first? 

“Go back in, it’s none of your business” Jotaro’s gruff attitude had returned, every ounce of his earlier playfulness having vanished along with the cigarette but he flicked off of the balcony.

“Oh” You hummed, reaching up to scratch your neck, “I just heard a noise and figured I’d check on you guys.”

“W-we’re fine!” Kakyoin answered too quickly, cringing at the volume of his voice “Yeah, it was nothing” He repeated, face as red as his hair.

“Alright then. Well, goodnight Kakyoin. You too Jotaro.” And just like that you disappeared back into your room like a beautiful vision.

“Christ, you’re hopeless” Jotaro grumbled, turning to retreat to his own room now that his nicotine craving had been sated.

Kakyoin didn’t miss the small smirk on his friend’s face.

----

“Are you alright?”

“I wish everyone would stop asking that,’ You didn’t mean to snap, especially not at Kakyoin. He’d been nothing but patient with you. Kakyoin meant so much to you, hell he was the whole reason you were going through this living hell, and here you were snapping at him like it was nothing. Pfft, you shouldn’t get worked up. Kakyoin would forget about the incident by the next loop anyway.

“(Y/n), I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.” 

Violet eyes locked with yours and suddenly you couldn’t stand the sight. You couldn’t see the love that they held for you, or the worry. All you could see was the hollow death that always clouded his eyes by the end of the night.

Something was wrong, you felt it deep in your chest. It was a heavy feeling, like a ball of lead was sinking down towards your stomach, ripping through your guts until you were left clutching your stomach- gasping for some sort of breath while trying not choke on the bile rising in your throat. Flashes of the mangled water tower filled your vision. All you could see was water, bloody water and you could hear shouting. You think it was your own, judging by the pain in your throat. 

The feeling of hands wrapping around your wrists caused you to snap- tearing yourself away from whoever tried to restrain you. To you, you weren’t on a quiet street. You were right back up on that rooftop. You were fighting to get to Kakyoin, you had to get to him! He still had a chance-

“(Y/n)!” A shout of your name and a tighter grip around your wrists snapped you from your panic. Blinking through the tears you were eventually able to focus enough to make out Kayoin’s furrowed brow. He was alive. He was breathing. You couldn’t give up on him, there was a way to save him. Your time loops didn’t apply to unchangeable fates, you knew this much, so the fact that you came back to this day over and over was the only shred of hope you had. The only hope to assure you that there was still something that could be done.

“Kakyoin I-I… Let.. let me go” You tried to steel your voice but you couldn’t help the way it shuddered. You sounded weak. Pathetic.

“What’s going on with you?” Your love whispered, trying to bring you closer to him even as you tried to put space between the two of you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t-

“I said let go!” You cried, finally yanking yourself away again.

In that moment it became obvious that you shouldn’t have looked up. That look of hurt on Kayoin’s face- he looked as if you had just crushed his very heart, and honestly you may as well have. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms, to run your hands through his hair and murmur how everything would be okay. You wanted to warn him about his demise, so that maybe he would stand some sort of chance (You already tried and it didn’t work, the solution was never that simple.) More than anything you just want the chance to hold him in your arms as the sun rises. 

That look of hurt was carved into your memory as you stormed past the rest of stunned crusaders.

----

By loop 40 you could accurately recite every single word of D’Arby’s speech. You found yourself repeating each word under your breath, ignoring the odd looks you received from Joseph and Jotaro as Kakyoin battled for his soul. You could pinpoint the exact moment in which your love admits defeat and his soul is pulled from him by Atum. Even after 40 days of watching the same scene you were still unnerved by the sight of it all. Maybe you should have been desensitized by now but you couldn’t look at his doll. You just couldn’t.

 By loop 60 the lines of reality were beginning to blurr. You were becoming more and more aware of the cracks appearing on the wood-like surface of your stand. Your poor Second Chances had definitely seen much better days. The longest number of loops you’d gone through was 34 and the same stress fractures had began to show up back then. You were wondering what would happen first: Your stand’s destruction or your victory.

You were betting on your stand’s destruction.

You lost count of the chimes at this point. They were lasting all day. You couldn’t talk without the deafening chimes overshadowing your voice. You had to scream to hear yourself; It was only when you would receive bewildered stares would you remember that you were the only one that could hear the bells. Oh well. They’d forget by tomorrow anyway, right? Everything would go right back to normal tomorrow. You would open your eyes in that street once again only to see Kakyoin welcomed back with open arms and smiles. You wished he would have stayed in the hospital. He should have stayed and continued healing; Kakyoing could have been safe and sound, and maybe you would have been the one to die instead. 

Maybe you would have died instead.

----

You felt oddly at peace. Even with the chiming bells to serenade you into hell, you felt as if you were floating. Second Chances was on its last legs, you could see it, you could feel it. You had enough strength in you left for one last fight and you hoped that you would make this one count. You had no choice, Kakyoin’s life depended on you. If you were able to buy him enough time to change his plan, then maybe that would be enough to change his course. 

“Well buddy” You sighed, eyes locked on the bulky silhouette of none other than Dio himself, “Here goes nothing” Your stand made a wonky ticking noise in response and you finally left your hiding spot. 

This was a suicide mission. It didn’t appear as if you had much of a choice anymore though. You had tried over and over again to save Kakyoin and yourself, but every single time he died in the same gruesome way. You wanted your happy ending, you wanted to walk away hand in hand with your beloved but maybe it was time you realized that maybe you just weren’t meant to have your happy ending. Second Chances gave you the ability to complete an objective, to fix a mistake. You were never guaranteed to walk away unscathed.

“What’s this?” 

You held your chin high as Dio turned to focus on you. An immediate cold chill ran down your back. Maybe this was what was meant to be.

There were the bells again.

“I knew you were delusional but facing me alone? You must have a death wish don’t you, you fool” Golden eyes gleamed at you in the streetlights. 

As you approached the vampire you wondered how quick your death would be. Dio was a sadistic son of a bitch and you’d be surprised if he spared you the slightest bit of mercy. Of course, that would only mean that you weren’t worthy of his time and that defeated the whole purpose. The others needed time and if you went down in a couple of minutes, well that would be pathetic.

“You’re awfully quiet. What? Are you scared? If you’d like I’ll let you run away, so you can show everyone just how much of a coward you are”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You asked, finally finding your voice. “I bet you’d love to watch me run away just so you could kill me with my back turned. I hate to tell you Dio but if you’re going to kill me then you’re going to look me in the damn eyes.” 

“I’ll take pleasure in feeling your final breath leaving your body” You were greeted by a fanged grin, followed by The World lunging straight at you, going for the kill immediately. You hardly had time to brace Second Chances in front of you, grunting at the force of what felt like a truck running you over.  

Your teeth pierced your lip as you tried to hold back a scream as your left arm snapped with little resistance. You knew you were in bad shape but this was fucking ridiculous. With your injured arm clutched close to your chest you managed to dodge under a punch that probably would have killed you and took off in the opposite direction. If you’d learned anything from Joseph it was how to run.

And you ran like hell. 

You weren’t stupid enough to run back into the lion’s den, and if you were being honest your distraction plan flew right out the window as soon as your arm snapped. Your stand didn’t aid you too much physically so you were on your own as you sprinted through the back alleys of Cairo, distinctly aware of the predatory presence looming not far behind. So this was how he was going to play the game. He could kill you at any moment but he was taunting you. Dio stayed just far enough to set you on edge, but unfortunately all it really did was piss you off. 

“Come on bastard, let’s fucking fight then,” You growled

Here goes nothing.

----

The car was too bright. If he wasn’t painfully aware of the throbbing in his head and entire body Kakyoin would have thought that maybe he was dead. As far as he knew, though, Heaven didn’t look like an ambulance and didn’t smell like antiseptic. All things considered he could have been in worse condition. He was battered up to all hell but compared to Polnareff next to him he was in great condition. He had to give him credit, Polnareff had been through hell and back but he was still kicking. 

The two of them were in Car 1 headed straight to the hospital while Jotaro and the crew in Car 2 still had to get rid of Dio’s remains. He could hear from the squawking on the radio that they were attempting some sort of transfusion. It was easy to hear Jotaro’s voice boom out over the speaker and even half dead, Kakyoin managed to smirk. To anyone else Jotaro sounded pissed beyond belief but the redhead knew better; The other teen was worried sick about his grandfather but would never verbally admit it. It was kind of sweet.

Now there was only one member left missing.

They hadn’t seen you since the fight with Dio began. Kakyoin could have sworn that you had been keeping pace with himself and Mr.Joestar but once they made it to the rooftops you were nowhere in sight. That had been hours ago and any attempt to locate you had turned up empty. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have some sort of divination power like Mr.Joestar. Even if it was for the worst he couldn’t stand not knowing where you were. 

“Kakyoin, you need to get some rest. Your body has been through a lot.” The medic said softly, as he checked over his vitals again. 

All he was able to respond with garbled nonsense, although to himself it sounded more like, “Where’s (Y/n)”, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Maybe he should rest.

The medic could only spare him a sympathetic glance before the radio buzzed to life once more. 

“Car 1, this is Car 2. How fast can we get a third car on scene, we think we’ve found a body. It’s looks to be (Y/n) (L/n)” 

Now that got his attention. Kakyoin groaned as he sluggishly turned on to his side, pulling at his IV in an attempt to maneuver himself into a sitting position while the two medics tried to force him back down. “Let me talk to them! I have to talk to (Y/n)” He cried, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, whether it was from the pain or the relief of finding you, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he needed to tell you how much he loved you, he had so much he needed to say! He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know you were okay.

“P-please, just let me… I ne-need to tal-” He couldn’t keep this up much longer, he could already see the black cloud swimming in his vision.

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was “We can’t get a pulse. (Y/n) (L/n) is dead”

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When you felt yourself begin to come to you were expecting to hear the sharp ringing of bells. You expected to feel the hot Egyptian sun beating down on you and to open your eyes the Crusaders once more.

You didn’t.

Instead of bells you could hear the beeping of a heart monitor. Bright, fluorescent lights blinded you from behind your eyelids and you could feel the scratchy hospital bed sheets underneath your arms. That was weird, this wasn’t part of the loop.

This wasn’t part of the loop.

You shot up in bed with a gasp, immediately crying out when you felt what must have been stitches pulled with the rushed movement of your back. The next thing you noticed was your arm wrapped tightly in a plaster cast..oh yeah. You slung the blanket over yourself pausing when you looked down at your legs. From the knee down your right leg was solid metal. You gave an experimental flex of your toes, cringing at the way the contraption looked. What had even happened to you? You couldn’t remember anything past having your back slashed open. You had attempted to blindside Dio during the chase but he’d ended up nearly fileting you. You were confused on how you’d even survived in the first place. 

You were caught off guard by a startled noise beside you. Familiar red hair greeted your vision and oh god, was that a beautiful sight to see. Kakyoin was staring back at you with wide violet eyes as if he was staring at a ghost. The teen was reclined in a wheelchair, his body covered in bandage upon bandage. It was obvious that you hadn’t prevented him from getting hurt but he was still with you, that’s all that mattered to you.

  “You’re awake…” The teen murmured in disbelief, tears already begging to drip down his cheeks as he rolled himself closer to your bed

“Oh come on, you’re acting like I died or something” You hummed with a laugh, faltering at Kakyoin’s grim expression.

“The last thing I heard before I passed out was that you were dead” Your love mumbled, hands clasped together in his lap. “I thought that I’d missed my chance to tell you just how much you mean to me. I thought- I thought you were-” 

“Hey..” You began softly, reaching your uninjured hand towards him, smiling when he took it. “You should know better than anyone that you can’t get rid of that easily. Besides, I always get my second chance” You smiled, bringing yourself to press a kiss to his knuckles. 

“You don’t understand how scared I was” Kakyoin whimpered through a laugh

“Oh no,” you ground out, “I think I’ve got an idea”

“Hey Kakyoin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you cover my leg back up? It’s starting to creep me out.”

Modern AU // misc Jojo’s x reader texts 

Nonna Chiara (Abbacchio one-shot 3.7k)

gn reader // sfw // yearning and flustering aghh

Who wants a cute Italian granny to take care of them? Raise your hand ✋! Do not underestimate their power, they will smite you! Just like all my Abbacchio pieces, they do be very self indulgent 👉👈😔Please enjoy 💖✨

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Hi hi hi!! I love your writing, I've been binging so much of BNHA fic accounts and you're one of my very favourites!! Could you possibly do a memelord reader and Bakugou who pretends not to understand what she's talking about and catches her off guard and makes her do a snort laugh?? I sometimes get surprised by my super todoroki-esque roommate and I have to hold my nose so I don't snort !! I love u! XXXX

I’m pretty sure I know who requested this and if I’m right, even if I’m wrong just know I love you because the concept of Bakugou with a bubbly jokey s/o is one of my favorites

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

 - Spending any amount of time near Kaminari you just kinda absorb meme knowledge regardless of if you want to or not 

- So naturally Bakugou knows exactly what she’s going on about

- She doesn’t need to know he knows though 

- It’s way funnier to watch her pout when he stares at her with a blank face before walking away 

- She’ll follow him around while complaining about how that last reference was funny and he has no taste 

- “Come on! That one was gold!” “The only thing that was, was complete bul-” “Tsuki!”

- No one is sure how they get along so well 

- Like you’d think he’d find her constant references and insistence that he look at the new meme she’s found/made would annoy him

- But no, he actually thinks it’s really cute 

- She gets excited and bounces around with this goofy little grin

- It’s just really adorable and he doesn’t know how to deal with it so he doesn't 

- There are times when he comes close to slipping up, so he literally just runs off

- She has pretty good sense of humor and decent taste, at least better than Kaminari’s

- Not that he’d ever willingly tell her that 

- He’d rather die than admit he likes her stupid memes

- Although there was this one time, he slipped up 

- She was upset about something he did 

- “Katsu, Baby I love you but I’m this close to killing you” “You can’t kill me I’m a bad bitch”

- He hadn’t even thought about it before he said it, it just came out 

- He was mortified for a minute but then she snorted at him

- Fucking snorted 

- Fuck that’s cute 

- He made an effort to make her laugh like that again afterwards 

- Will only do it when it’s just them much to her confusion 

- “Katsuki, why do you only make jokes like that when we’re alone?” “No one will believe you this way” “Katsuki what the fuck?”

i want you to stop. my fantasy is people not sexualizing minors anymore

Hello anon!!!

First and foremost I would like to say I have not mentioned any ages of the characters I’ve written about. So YOU’RE the one assuming they’re minors.

Two obvious age ones is the spiderverse fic(which is pure fluff♥) and succubus in training. Both take place in highschool, BUT you can be 18 in highschool sweetheart. Also, I hate to be the one to tell you but a lot of BNHA fics (lemon ones too!) take place at UA.

Second, I’m not sure if you know, but BNHA is actually a fictional show. I know!!!! The characters are animated and it’s not based off of real world events. I know how to separate fiction from reality. Do you??? I hope seeing my work doesn’t effect your mindset just how I’m sure it’s not effecting the people who follow me and enjoy my writing♥

Finally, do not tell me to stop on my own blog lmao. I’m assuming you don’t follow me and just stumbled across one of my tagged posts. It’s my blog, I’ll continue to write lemon content for the people who do enjoy FAN-FICTION.

Have a wonderful day ♥