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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

After returning to your world, you have time to reflect on the past events that took place. Was it really a dream?

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You’ve always been a fan of the franchise Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. It may not have been everyone’s top favorite, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying it. Recently they've been turning the manga into anime adaptations and you’ve watched them with the loyalty of a fan to the series. After finishing Golden Wind, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Sure maybe your unhealthy attachment to the characters was a little concerning, but you were still pretty upset of their inevitable deaths.

When it had ended it felt weird. You didn’t want to move onto the next part, you didn’t want to fast forward in time by ten years to watch the new Jojo go through their own journey. You didn’t want Golden Wind to end, especially like that. Once Golden Wind was over, it was over. There wouldn’t be as much hype for it as it was during their release time. You would never get to see the characters you held dear to your heart, it was sort of like a one hit thing. Their story never to really be elaborated about again.

You grew to love these characters, how each struggled with their own personal hardship and overcame it astoundingly. Turning themselves into who they were present day and the pain they had to endure to get there. They were all so unique and special to you, only for them to become some of the sacrifices that were part of the whole franchise anyway. They all felt a little too real, their problems, mannerisms, it felt like they could be an actual person you meant anywhere. Yet no matter what, they were still people you found captivating.

Giorno, the main Jojo of the part with a kind and noble soul of becoming a gangstar. He always looked so elegant with his three-part swirls in his hair that went down to become a sophisticated braid. His backstory left you sympathizing for the poor teenage boy, and knowing the hardships he had to overcome was also sorrowful with the death of his comrades. Yet in the end he managed to become a refined don of Passione carrying the spirits of his dead friends.

Bucciarati, the classic jobro to go along with the Jojo of this part. He was as well distinguished and alluring as the others. His will to come back from the afterlife to assist his teammates from the corrupt boss made you almost alone cry with tenderness for the 20 year old man. His noble sacrifice was one that wouldn’t go in vain, he should have lived to see his righteous decisions be played out to the very end.

Mista and Narancia, they were the goof-balls you loved the most who were able to bring smiles to everyone's faces in the most terrible situations. They were as stunning as the others just in their own quirky way. It was a shame Narancia had to go at such a young age after finding out what he had wanted to do in life and planning what would happen after the bosses defeat.

Abbachio was different, but in a good way. He stood out amongst the others with a backstory just as jarring as the others. It made you feel bad for the ex-cop and wish he had a chance to actually smile in his life.

Then there was Fugo who had left too soon. He was just as remarkable although he would have been a major help in battle against the boss. Sometimes you thought that there might have been less character deaths with him around. Even so, he was not to blame. He had his own virtues and he followed them even though in the end, they were wrong.

Regardless, they all held a special place in your heart and you were sad to see the golden wind end. Never again in the future to really get the spotlight as it once had during its run. You truly were going to miss it. All you wanted was the chance to make them happy and yourself knowing they would be alive and well…

That’s where you came in.

Your strong heartfelt emotions for them were able to manifest a way into their world, and with that you were able to change the inevitable storyline. You formed strong bonds with all of them, gave them pointers, and most importantly stopped them from meeting their end. The time spent with them was breathtaking and taught you the beauty of life. Even so, you saw them grow as people and overcome their hardships together which made you feel like you have done actual good in the world. Good that contributed to helping others in need.

You woke up in your regular bed, not the sofa you’ve grown used to sleeping on in Coco Jumbo. Ever since you came back to your own world, you’ve found out nothing has changed. You checked your manga’s, skipped to certain parts of the show. It was like you were never there. Was it all really just a dream? A really lucid dream at that? You swore that you sat next to Giorno himself, you swore that you pushed Narancia out of the way before he could be killed, getting cut in the process. Pulling the white t-shirt you wore up, you checked your hip for the scabbing of the wound. Yet there was nothing there. What had really happened? It couldn’t have been a dream.

Slumping back on your bed you let your tears out. It felt all too real to be a dream, you didn’t want it to be a dream. You talked to them, told them how amazing they were, gave them another chance to live. Your fear has become reality…

It really was a dream.

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It had been a few weeks since your ‘vivid dream’ with the events of Vento Aureo and the struggle to save Bucciarati’s gang. You had continued on with your life, working and attending your classes. You had your best friends along with you to help you out of the whole situation. By helping out, just making fun of your very imaginative dreams. You were mildly upset at first, but came to terms with it knowing who they were and how easily they could make you laugh. Soon it all became a dream to you, a dream you wish you could have again.

Today you went to your classes and had work immediately afterwards, just like any other day. Class left you tired as always, yet today made you feel drained more than ever before. All day you’ve had a strange feeling something would happen and Nana, one of your best friends, caught on. Shakily you dismissed it saying it was probably the upcoming essay that was due way too soon for anyone to comprehend. Letting out a groan you leaned against Nana who was sitting there scrolling through different social media apps she owned. “I don’t wanna go…” You moaned up, shutting your eyes fully relaxing on her still form. “Well you still owe me ice cream from last time and you need to pay your rent. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” She stuck her tongue out and moved away letting your body hit the concrete bleacher. “Why must you attack me like that? Fine, I’ll go. By the way I don’t owe you anything!” You smiled and gave a wink before slinking off towards your workplace.

Work was terrible. If anything could go wrong, it would have been today. A old grandmother with a stray cat came into the cafe accidentally letting it go, leading it into destruction of the front display. Not only that, but your boss decided to cut everyone’s hours because of his belief that he was paying everyone too much. Clocking out, you grabbed your sweater and made a bee-line home. You lived alone outside the school, preferring not to stay in the dorm rooms by how crowded and messy they got.

Standing in front of your door, you reached into your handbag and took out the keycard to your flat. Swiping the card in place it blinked green verifying your access. You were greeted by a dark living room of silence. Flipping on the lights, you set your bag next to the door and slipped off your shoes leaving you in your socks. Humming your favorite song you turned to walk further into your apartment until you heard a little thump. You stood still, eyes widening from fear. You grabbed the closest thing next to you, which was a tiny succulent plant in a thick terra-cotta pot. You moved closer to your bedroom where more thumping and mumbling. Slowly opening the door and flicking on the lights made you stop in your assault. There stood the six men you spent three weeks in 2001 Italy with, standing right in front of you.

“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?"

Happy holidays! Can I ask a yandere risotto or mista spending Christmas with darling please?🎄🎄🎄🎄

happy holidays! i hope your having a wonderful holiday season so far! 🥺💝💖

Yandere!Mista x Reader

It’s a cold holiday evening and s/o is in need of some warmth from her loving loving boyfriend.

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The crackling noise of the fireplace broke the silence of the small room. It was a relatively brisk day in Naples, snow was rare which left the city in cold almost fall-like temperatures. A tree with wrapped around lights was the only thing illuminating the room besides the fire being the only thing to keep you warm. It was decorated with lovely ornaments and a garland messily wrapped around it. Everything about it screamed ‘festivities’ and ‘holiday fun’ ranging from the Christmas lights and beautiful tree toppers.

You were shivering with a thin soft blanket wrapped around your shaking form. Your teeth chattering as your hands were planted by your curled up form to keep them from becoming colder than they already were. You eagerly waited for the arrival of your loving ‘boyfriend’ who would give you love and warmth in a heartbeat. Even though he forbade the use of the built-in electric heater, he was still such a loving boyfriend. Even though he never let you leave the house or communicate with your family, he was the best boyfriend a girl could ever have.

The jiggling of keys and rustle from the doorknob signified his arrival. All you could do was sit there waiting for him to approach. “Baby I’m home.” Mista, your loving boyfriend had called from the doorway. The thumping of footsteps grew closer to you and before you knew it, warm built arms had wrapped around you. “Aw babe, I’m sure you missed me huh? You're freezing! Here let me warm you up.” He whispered closely in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your cold spine. Mista pulled you close into his chest, his steady breathing calming you down and letting your body let out a sigh of relief. His warmth began to seep into your frigid form leading you into leaning more into his relaxing touch.

Mista let out a low chuckle which vibrated throughout his body and broke the longing silence. “Look at our little Christmas tree. It’s shining bright and beautiful just like our relationship. Whaddya say about that sweetheart?” Mista spoke, pointing his slightly tanned finger at the decorated tree. You smiled in response, leaning your head to nuzzle it between the nook of his neck. Mista let out a satisfied hum at your loving gesture and rested his hands at your waist. “We’re gonna have a very Merry little Christmas aren’t we?” Mista hummed, giving your waist a little squeeze before lowering his hand below the waistband of your pants. “You know, with how cute you are there’s gonna be something even more merry than the holiday itself…”

“So what about it, let’s take this to the bedroom yeah?”

can I have #13, #21, #27 with kakyoin, you can whatever you want 😏

Yandere Kakyoin x Reader

Prompts #13, #21, #27

The past cannot stay dead forever.

The trip to Egypt crushed you and your remaining companions. Not only had your friends lost their friends who were like family to them, you had lost the love of your life. It had all happened so fast. You all had confronted Dio with you first up to bat to stop him in his tracks to destroy your teammates, the next second you were knocked out on the cool concrete of Egypt’s streets. During that time of forced slumber, your lover had taken a fatal blow and had bled out on the rooftop above you. By the time you woke you were in an ambulance next to your best friend and his grandfather. The breaking news hit you like a train leaving you in a sobbing mess. To think that one minute you were cheering each other on and showering each other in sweet fantasies, the next to never be able to feel his sweet touches of love. It was over. You could never get it back, you could never hear his sweet words of love and adoration.

When you all arrived at the airport to part with each other, you all promised to stay in contact and visit from time to time. Yet after a few months of on and off calls and greetings, that promise was broken too. They were your only support after the aftermath of Dio’s plan. The only support you had was gone, just like Kakyoin.

You sat in your studio apartment, the place cluttered with paints of all sorts and small mini cartons of noodles to satiate your hunger. A freshly graduate student and freshman into a college of arts you were. You carried your distant lover's dream and painted what your heart yearned for. You’ve come to learn that Jotaro had gone to study marine biology and had meant an American woman. At least someone was lucky in the field of love.

Currently you are laying on your twin sized bed in the corner of your apartment. Lately you have been getting odd senses of deja vu and the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. You looked around your studio apartment for a lurking pair of eyes, to see nothing. Summoning your stand, you were not able to locate where the watchful pair of eyes had been coming from. Letting out a sigh and shake of your head, you slump down on the bed once again. Maybe it was the paranoia getting to you from all the stress of your deadlines, or maybe it was the effects of post-Egypt trip.

Getting up, you threw on a reasonable outfit for the day and got ready to look presentable for your classmate who was going to help you on the assignment which was due in the next few days. You had only known Masaru for a few weeks, but he was a lovely guy who was also reasonably attractive. Maybe it was now time for you to move on after your past lover, he probably would have wanted you to move on as well.

Exiting your apartment with keys in hand you heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you. Snapping your head around you saw nothing behind you. Picking up your pace again, the footsteps continued until you stopped to turn around again. You called your stand your and began to book it towards your destination. The footsteps in sync with yours as your legs moved back and forth speeding you up. Once you finally got to the small cafe, you opened the door and hunched over catching your breath. “H-Hey (Y/N) are you alright?!”

You looked up to see Masaru looking down at you in concern. His eyebrows hunched together as he drew closer to you to help you stand straight. Approaching you, he seemed to have slipped on something causing him to face plant into the ground next to your form. You immediately bent down to the male on the floor next to you exclaiming your concerns for him. “I-I’m fine…I don’t know what happened though?” Masaru expressed confusion as he looked over to the place he had once stood. “There’s nothing there?”

Laughing a little helps steady your ragged breathing as you reach your hand out to the floor-grounded male. “Here you klutz. Next time you fall don’t blame it on the imaginary object on the ground” You chuckled putting a hand up to your mouth to stop laughing any harder than you were. “Wait! I promise t-there was something there! Something wrapped around my leg and tripped me!” Masaru yelled trying to get the girl to believe him. “Sure it did, some ‘imaginary’ tentacles came out and started to seek revenge on you!” You laughed again causing the male to turn red from embarrassment. “Whatever, let’s go study now kay?”

The study session primarily went well, some moments were of confusion and others of off-track laughter. Overall you two had finished and submitted the assignment before the due deadline. Although throughout the study session, odd things kept happening that the two of you couldn’t explain. One moment Masaru’s coffee was next to the window being the furthest away from the edge, then next it was on the ground a few feet away. You were even more clueless believing it was some sort of stand doing, yet there was nothing.

Walking outside together laughing about the next funny sensation in the tabloid magazines, Masaru suddenly stopped leaving you to continue walking until realizing he wasn’t following you. Turning around you gazed upon Masaru as his hands were intertwined with each other looking quite nervous. “Hey (Y/N)...” Masaru broke the silence. “Hmm what is Masaru-kun?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

All of a sudden Masaru was on the ground clutching his cheek. You immediately ran to his side, bending over to see what the problem was. A red mark adorned his clear white skin, a red handprint the only thing visible tell-taling what happened. You shot up looking around only to see nothing. You two were the only people in the small park, no one else besides the two of you. “Masaru-Kun l-let me help you-” Then again Masaru was thrown on the ground almost as if someone had kicked his hunched form. Love Generation- you called out for your stand. She appeared next to you ready for combat, yet there was nothing to fight.

“Masaru, go home right now, we need to leave.” You announced, clutching your bag closer to you ready to book it. “B-But my question-” Masaru spoke before you interrupted him. “Oi that’s enough! Can’t you see that we’re in danger?! Leave!” You exclaimed, making the male hastily get up to run away. You ran as well towards your lonely studio apartment, the footsteps from this morning making an appearance again causing you to run even faster.

When you made it to your apartment, you swiftly took out your keys unlocking the door. Once inside you slide down the door closing your eyes easing your aching muscles. In those few moments of silence you saw a flash of green behind your closed eyelids. Snapping open your eyes you saw a faint green glowing hue in the corner of the room. The glow being the only thing combating the rest of the darkness in your apartment. You jumped out and slowly approached the light, the darkness around you not doing anything to ease your fears.

“Even after all these years, you're still as cute as I remember.”

In a flash, all the lights had snapped on making you squint your eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly opening them stood a figure, a green gakuran you remember all so in front of you. “Darling , did you miss me as much as I missed you?” All you could do was sit there in shock, your eyes wider than they could ever be in fear. There he was, your ex-boyfriend, Kakyoin Noriaki. He looked the same as you remembered except the gaping circle that was present in his torso. You could see your beige painted walls straight through him. “My darling, why are you looking at me like that?” He interrupted your panicking form. “H-How, how are you here?! What happened to you?!” You screamed, feet glued in their place. “Why is that a little rude especially since it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. A lover’s reunion I shall say.” He smiled, a playful glint appeared in his lavender eyes.

“I came back to you, shouldn’t you be happy? I’ve spent so long bending my arm and leg for you, only to have you look at me with such disgust. Afterall all, shouldn't it be me? You were with some other man cheating on me like I never existed. He even tried to ask you out, you would’ve said yes wouldn’t you?” Kakyoin spoke, similar sounding footsteps proceeded towards you before finally making it in front of you and wrapping his arms around you. The comfort you once found in them, gone. “I want this moment to last forever. You in my arms, forever for all of eternity.”

Putting two and two together, you finally gained control of your body. “It was you wasn’t it?” Kakyoin titled his head in response. “It was you wasn’t it? You hurt Masaru didn’t you? You were the one following me, your footsteps. Then after that, once I got to the cafe you started messing with him. Throwing his coffee all over the place, tripping him, the suddenly ‘unreadable’ documents…it was all you?! Not only that, you are the reason I’ve been feeling like I’ve been watched, because of you.”

Kakyoin let go of you, stepping back in order to see your face. “Why are you so upset? He was only in our way. We are lovers, we are dedicated to each other, promising to be by each other's side no matter what. I only did what was right.” He spoke, delusion filling his cold lifeless eyes. “What do you mean ‘you thought was right’? I should be happy I got to see you again after what happened, but what you did was wrong. How your thinking is wrong. Yes, you and I were in a relationship before…I was heartbroken when you died. Kakyoin, you're dead. That was three years ago. You can’t all of a sudden just come back and pretend to leave off where we left off. You hurt someone Kakyoin, someone who didn’t deserve it, someone who-”

“What’s so special about them? What makes everyone else so special and deserving of your love more than me?” Unexpectedly you saw pairs of green tendrils grab ahold of you, keeping you firmly in place.

“I’ ll make sure we are together forever…no matter what.”

Hello there! I saw that requests were open! I hope I don't sound rude but is it possible to have a scenario where Josuke and Giorno have nightmares of being a yandere and when they wake up, S/O comforts them?

awww ur not sounding rude at all! i love answering requests and stuff! i would have my requests closed if i didn’t want anyone to request anything so don’t worry! (о´∀`о)♡☆

Yandere!Josuke & Giorno

Josuke and Giorno have a terrible nightmare and get awoken to be comforted by s/o.

Warnings: Gore, Suicide, Bone-Breaking

Josuke:

The repeated noise of a banging body echoed throughout the house. Josuke let out a little sigh before shaking his head and completing the finishing touches of the good morning breakfast for his sweet girlfriend. His large hands grabbed the side of the tray handles and made his way up to the far room in the house's corridor. Summoning Crazy Diamond, it opened the door for him allowing him to make way to the plushy bed in the small room. “Hey babe you have to stop throwing yourself against the wall like that. Ya know if you keep doing it mom won’t be happy and will throw us out…you wouldn’t want that to happen to us right?” Josuke asked, looking over at the tied up gagged girl in the corner. Her head shaking side to side in response to his outrageous remark. “Of course you wouldn’t! What kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t love me? Anyways, I made you breakfast in bed. I made sure to make it the way you liked it that day when you, Okuyasu, and I went to Deux Magots. Gosh the look on your face that morning was the cutest.” Josuke set the tray of food down at the head of the bed before walking over towards the tied up girl. His baggy school uniform crinkled as he got on top of the bed trying to pin the girl down in order to take her restraints off.

Josuke gave one of his diamond smiles before unwrapping the gag around her swollen pink lips that had been irritated from the excessive amount of time the gag had remained in place. “I-I don’t want your food-” “Of course you do, I made it with love and care! It will help give your body more strength after what happened last time, baby. We don’t want that to happen again do we?” Josuke asked, still beaming at the girl like nothing he had said had been wrong. The passive aggressive threat made the girl go rigid and silently huffing away from the muscular male. “Whatever, just give me the damn food anyway…” You grunted, turning away not to meet the ocean blue eyes staring in adoration. “See I knew you were hungry. Now open wide.” Josuke uttered while bringing the fork of scrambled eggs towards your swollen lips. After a moment of no compliance to his demand, he brought his left hand upon your left leg. A shriek of pain escaped the poor girl's lips and eyes squinting resulting in the pricks of tears coming out on the corner of her eyes. You scooted away as fast as your bounded limbs could take you before you felt a large firm hand gripped your waist. “Come on now if you want me to heal that nasty wound of yours from last time, you better be a good girl and open wide.”

Slowly you opened your mouth allowing the lukewarm spoonful of food to enter your mouth along with the mixture of bitterness from your tears. “See it wasn’t even that hard? We may have had a rough start but keep doing that and you may even get to come out of the room today. Only for a little bit thought since ya know mom will be coming home eventually.” Josuke continued to feed you spoonful by spoonful until there was nothing left on the porcelain white plates. Josuke, coming closer, planted a faint kiss on your lips. His lips moving in a passionate motion trying to convey his deep love for you into one gesture. Pulling away, he gazed at the sight of you on his bed all tied up for him.

“Babe you wouldn’t be tied up like this if you just didn’t stop lying to yourself now.” He voiced. He then shifted his gaze down to your blue and purple disfigured leg. Ever so gently he brushed his calloused fingers upon your bruised skin causing you to wince in pain and gain slight goosebumps from such the delicate touch. “You know…that hurt when you betrayed my trust like that. Pretending you loved me just to toy around with my feelings so you could escape.” His hand then trailing to the other unmarked leg. “ I just want to live in this world of you and me, everything I imagined our relationship to be to play out. It hurts you know, having to be forced to come to the realization that my sweetheart didn’t wanna be with me. It’s okay now, because you love me right? Tell me how much you love, tell me right now!” Josuke screamed before a sickening snap was heard throughout the room followed by an excruciating squeal. “Oh baby I’m so sorry, but you should have told me you loved me.”

Suddenly a jolt ran through him, making him shoot up the bed. His eyes frantically looking around the room before looking at your worried eyes gazing upon his sweetened form. “Josuke w-what happened? You started screaming in your sleep a-and stuff.” You muttered underneath the fluffy duvet. “A-Ah sorry babe I just…I had a rough dream ya know? You were hurt and I caused that hurt. You didn’t love me and wanted to leave me…” Josuke uttered before sweeping his diamond blue eyes to look at you. “Whatever you were dreaming about never happened, look where you are in your bed right now sleeping. We have to wake up early tomorrow so we should get some rest my love. You wouldn’t wanna mess up your hair right now, so come on Josuke lets get some rest” You voiced before pulling his large form down and snuggling into him. The boy let out an exhausted sigh before adjusting you in his grasp. “Hey baby…tell me you love me.” Josuke whispered. “I love you Josuke.”

“I love you too baby, I love you too.”

Giorno:

It was his fault. You were another person he cared about to leave him behind and get swept up by that cursed infamous golden wind. The only thing he had left was himself, him alone with the weight of the underworld of Italy on his shoulders. Everyone who had come to be dear to him was all gone.

The whimpering and sobbing of a hundled form reminding him of this as a puddle of blood leaks from the figure. It was all so sudden, so fast. One moment he came back from a long day in the office signing contracts and making deals seeking the comfort of love from his darling. Then the next moment was a short monolog of how much of a terrible person he had been and now she was going to end it herself. Not only did his beloved elaborate how the sweet kiss of death was better than a kiss from him and that he was to blame for their teammate's death.

Before Giorno could interject or summon Golden Experience Requiem to stop what was going to happen next, a box cutter from god knew where it was in the eye of the one he oh so wanted to protect. He quickly ran over to her checking her injuries and pulse to find that nothing was there, empty just like the shell of Narancia’s body. Giorno stared at her body for a few moments letting her passing sink in. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he bellowed out with a loud raspy cry. Giorno, not being able to look at her body, began to shrivel his way into the corner of the luxurious room. Instinctively he began to curl up into a small ball as he once did whenever he felt stressed or scared as a child, as Haruno Shiobana. The side of him he always wanted to suppress came out quicker than a bolt of lightning, quicker than the death of his companions. All he ever wanted was to protect his remaining light in the world from being tarnished by the ones who wanted to tear them apart before when the gang was together. He never wanted them to be hurt and scared like him, but here she lied…worse than he could have ever imagined.

Giorno’s emerald green eyes began to flicker around the room, the once bright eyes that looked around the world to try to change it for the better had finally lost all the light luster that was left in them. He dragged his way over to his beloved before touching the blade that stuck out of her eye turning into a pure white lily to represent his pure undenying love for her. In a matter of minutes the room had been engulfed by white lilies. A delicate flower bed once like Narancia’s surrounded his dearest, hiding the stillness of her chest. It looked like she was a sleeping princess ready to be woken up any minute by her prince charming. Quietly he took a black ball point pen out of his black coats jacket before gazing at it then over to his love.

“Do not fret cara mia, we have a chance to live again although…forever” Giorno said, driving the said pen into his throat.

Before the pen came in contact with his skin, he let out a loud gasp and was roughly rustling on his side. “Giorno, Giorno wake up! Stop y-your scaring me, wake up-” You said, tears pricking out of your eyes and onto your arms as you held Giorno close to your chest. Giorno could only stare at (Y/N), eyes widened in disbelief after the vivid scenario he had to live through due to what his scarred mind had created. “Amore…you're alive.” He mumbled out, raspy gasps for air in order to comprehend what was happening in the current moment. “O-Of course I’m alive, I’ve been right here the whole time…GioGio what happened? Why are you looking at me like that?” You shakily asked.

Giorno began to curl up into your touch, just trying to intertwine his body into yours making sure his beloved was actually alive and well. “C-Cara…you hated me, you blamed me for everything that happened. T-Then you killed yourself saying it was my fault as well, you never loved me. You s-said you would rather kill yourself than l-love me. I-I love you so much care mia I just want you to love me b-back. You killed yourself I-...you w-would never do that, right?” Giorno quivered before tightening his grip on your body trying to shovel as much of his darling as he could to himself. “No, why would I ever do that? All you have ever treated me was kind and I adore you. I would never leave you and point the blame at you, afterall we all knew we were in danger but kept up our sense of justice to defeat that thing we called a boss. Giorno looks at me…I’m right here and never going anywhere.” You said with a delicate going up to cup his moistened tender tear-streaked cheeks and caress it with care. A weak smile was all you could feel against your hands as he nuzzled his face into your touch, sinking into the bed to relax once again.

In the corner of the room under the moon lite gaze was a pair of iron bonds enveloped by yellow daffodils.

Thank you all so much!

I hit more than 100 Followers!

I know it isn’t much but it’s so much to me! I started writing because I love writing about my bizarre ideas and writing for others. It relaxes me and give me a chance to interact with everyone of you! All the things you all request, gah I love you all so much ♡

You have no idea how much this means to me all and I hope you all will continue to request and basically just be amazing. kith kith u all

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Merry Christmas!

Awww Merry Christmas cutie!! I hope you have a blessed holiday and New Years as well! It’s been a rough two years but I’m glad that things are becoming somewhat normal! Happy Holidays to everyone else as well ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪♡🎄✨