U Still Here?

u still here?

i am very much still here.

i just haven’t been active because i’ve had a busy past year. i had graduated, dealt with family things, and spent quite a bit in europe. i didn’t have much time as i see this as a outlet and hobby.

i do apologize for not being active, but i have settled with my current life and now have the time to start writing again.

thank you for anyone who is still here and reads my work!

i love you all and appreciate you sm ❤️

i mean *tucks hair behind ear*

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Yandere scenario prompts

I'm not taking requests rn, feel free to use

Yandere surprises their darling by cooking a nice meal or at least attempts to.

Darling is stuck with Yandere on a long trip.

Yandere comes home from an exhausting day at work to find their darling that they've had an eye on is on the bed tied up with ribbons.

Yandere buys some clothes for their darling.

Darling is sick/injured and yandere has to take care of them

It's been ages since their darling escaped. They've looked everywhere but when all hope was lost, darling accidentally bumps into them.

Darling receives a strange package for yandere.

Yandere meets his ex and his love for them is rekindled but darling still holds some resentment.

Yandere and their darling are good friends until darling accidentally finds something in their room that reveals what the yandere's intentions really are.

Daring finds out about yandere's murder/s.

Yanderee saves darlings life.

Yandere watches darling sleep and imagines their future together.

Yandere gets the perfect photo op of darling.

I read your works and I really love it! Is it okay to know who's your fav member from bucci gang and what are your fav or iconic moments about them?

BUCCI GANG IS LIKE SUCH A LOVELY LITTLE GROUP

I literally can’t help but want to be around them because the dynamic in that group o is just immaculate.

First of all before the questions, thank you so much! When people like my work it really makes me happy. Even though I do this as a free time thing and use it to vent my ideas, I get really surprised to find people who enjoy my work. I’m glad people can find joy or excitement in it. It gives me even more motivation to keep writing. I am also sorry for being inactive lately, I’ve been working on school stuff because it is my final year and wanna finish it with a bang!

Onto the questions hehe~

My favorite member of the Bucci gang would have to be Bucciarati himself. I mean I feel like he is my favorite because I am low key just attracted to him and just how sweet he is. If I were to probably be for real and choose by character it would most likely be Abbacchio. His backstory to me and his character compared to the others really stick out to me. Also have you’ve seen his purple lipstick?!

I think my most favorite iconic moments were the small moments the group had to themselves like little slices of life. For example when they just betrayed the boss and they went to the restaurant to eat, I thought it was really cute. Especially when we were first introduced to them when Giorno joined. I like those small moments we get to see of them without always being hunted by a stand user or facing another problem.

Thank you so much for your support! I get all giddy when you all ask me questions hehe >.<

I hope you all have a nice day or night !!

Game over

Tw: poorly written

The cashier looks you up and down, then back at the game you were purchasing. "You sure ya' want this game?" she questioned in a judgemental tone. You scowl at her attitude, "yeah. My friend has been bugging me to get it." you weren't lying, but this wasn't the game your friend bothered you into buying. This game intrigued you more than the game you were originally meant to buy.

"Dating in Morioh Cho." the cashier reads the title out loud. Her expression changes, "ah, I remember this game. The boss found it in an old box of games. If I remember they were from Japan in the 90’s." she scans the game case and places the game into a small plastic bag.

You grab the bag and walk towards the exit, you halt your next action when the cashier shouts at you, in an attempt to grab your attention. "Hey, the game may not work. Feel free to bring it back whenever."

The breeze of the A.C greets you at the door when you enter the house. It felt so nice to be in a cool environment; the summer heat was unforgiving most of the time. No matter where you were, you found yourself melting from the sun's radiation. The only time you weren't an ice cream melting into a puddle was when you stayed inside your house, where the A.C was.

You grab cold water from the fridge and walk towards your room. As soon as the door opens you flop onto your bed, the chilly untouched sheets cool your skin. You grab the plastic GameStop bag and take out the game. The cover of the game is pretty interesting, the cover has a purple heart with an arrow piercing it, in bold letters the title says "Dating in Morioh Cho."

You open the case, hurting your fingertips in the process. Inside was a filthy disk covered in dust and smudged with fingerprints from someone's dirty hands. You take the hem of your shirt and clean it off. Now that the disk was clean, you place it into your console.

Before anything appears on the screen, sentimental music fades in setting the mood. You could only describe the music as watching the sunset with a significant other. The sky is a blend of yellow and pink, you have your head laying on their shoulder: Something nostalgic in an old romantic movie.

The opening starts and shows a Japanese school. Four options pop into the screen: Start dating, settings, new game, and chat.

You were confused why there was a chat option. This was a dating simulator. Why would you need to chat with anyone? Not wanting to think much about the weird option you press the 'start dating' option.

Narrator: Your legs start to burn as you pedal your way towards school. You needed to make it before you were tardy. Due to the rapid speed of your bike, you began to lose control. You swerve left and right to give you less of a chance of crashing or getting hit by any incoming cars. A rock in the road causes you to fly in the air; you close your eye awaiting the pain from hitting the concrete. Unexpectedly something catches you before you hit the ground.

???: are you okay?!

Narrator: you open your eyes to get a look at your Savior. He had deep blue eyes and a unique well-kept haircut. wait a minute, this was Josuke Higashikata, the most popular boy in school.

Josuke: hey, are you okay? You could have gotten hurt.

Before josuke's character's lips moved while his dialogue auto-played. But his character just looked at you in awe. "Maybe it's a glitch." Josuke's character quickly pulled itself out of its trance as his lips moved as the dialogue played.

Josuke: You're new. What's your name?

Enter name; (y/n)

You have entered the name y/n.

Josuke: wow! You have a pretty name.

Narrator: A smile expands on the teen's face, he had seen you around school a few times. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to you. He helps you onto your feet.

Josuke: Wanna walk to school. I'll carry your bicycle.

Y/n: yeah, I don't mind.

Narrator: the two of them start to walk to school, they introduce themselves to each other. They found themselves in a conversation about their interests, surprisingly they both enjoyed prince and fashion. They became so interested in the conversation they didn't notice they had already arrived at their destination.

You became obsessed with the game after a few months. The bizarre thing was no one recognized the game you spoke of. You decided to look online for the game, maybe there was a fandom. All the results google gave you told you the game ceased to exist, which confused you since you had the game, whatever.

Josuke and you had passed the friends stage, now you were on your first date. Tonino's restaurant was the first background in the game that wasn't the school. It was refreshing to have more scenery.

Josuke: I and my best friend Okuyasu used to come here often. We don't anymore, he's a phony now. All the people here are fake, except you and me.

Y/n: Don't worry JoJo, I won't leave ya'

Narrator: Josuke flushes at both the nickname and your words. He attempts to cover up his red cheeks by turning around where his back was facing you.

Josuke: thanks...It gets lonely at times.

Narrator: Not soon after Tonio arrives with a plate of spaghetti. When Tonio read your palms he decided to give you a plate of spaghetti because, in his words, "you both remind me of the tramp and the lady."

Narrator: The two ate their food, trying their best not to maintain eye contact with each other. It was a bit embarrassing they were eating from the same plate, both fighting over whom gets the next meatball.

Josuke: oh, I forgot. If you are too tired to play the game, you can chat with me. You can chat with me by clicking 'chat' in the menu.

Now it made sense for the reason the option was there. Not only that, you wouldn't have to wait for everything to load. It was clever.

Josuke: anyway, I don't think I've ever said this but-"

Narrator: Josuke shifts his position and places a hand on his cheek while he stares deeply into your eyes.

Josuke: you're beautiful. Everything about you is; your hair, smile, eyes. Hell, I really think that (band name) shirt is cute on ya'.

You paused at the mention of your shirt. How'd he know what shirt you were wearing? You carried on with the game. To you, it could have been some bizarre coincidence. 

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Every day after school, you and Josuke chated online. He was fun to converse with. You wanted to talk to him more than you wanted to speak with your actual friends. Embarrassing as it was, you started to develop a crush on Josuke. But in your defense, Josuke seemed so human. He responded to your massages felt like a random teen boy who definitely wasn't a video game character.

The more time you spent with Josuke, the more Josuke became...obsessive. If you didn't reply to Josuke's texts he'd text you every two seconds, "y/n why aren't you talking to me?" "Stop talking to that asshole and talk to me!" "Who are you with?" These questions and texts freaked you out. How would he know you were talking to a guy?!

Random times you would find your computer screen on with Josuke staring dead at you. Did you leave the game on unconsciously?

Even though you had already looked up the game and got no results, you had to look up Josuke's name. Many articles popped up. From reading most of the articles, you got the story. Josuke Higashikata was a student in Morioh Cho. One day he vanished with no trace left behind.

Your eyes widened when you saw an image of the boy. Josuke looked just like the Josuke in the game.

This game was possessed. That was all you needed to take it back to the GameStop.

You paced around in circles in your room while you clutched your phone. "Gamestop is closed?!" you repeated your friend's words in disbelief. "They don't close today!" this situation was freaking you out. All you wanted to do was get rid of this cursed game. "Fine, I can wait. I'll get rid of the game tomorrow." with that, the conversation was over.

You walked over towards your computer with the game case in hand. You reached over to the disc but stopped when you saw the computer screen in the corner of your eye. "Josuke...?"

Josuke stood still as he watched you, his chest lifted up and then down like he was breathing. His eyes held no sign of life in them, which scared you. "Y/n, what are you planning to do tomorrow?" Josuke spoke for the first time. His voice was pixelated and hard to understand.

By instinct, you rushed to unplug the computer. When you looked back at the computer, Josuke hadn't left his spot. He seemed more pissed off than he was before. "You're taking the game back, aren't you." he grits his teeth. "How are you talking to me?!" you asked searching around for something to whack the computer. “I’m a real person y/n. I’m imprisoned in here.” You began to back away from the computer once you realized Josuke was getting closer.

Josuke’s hand extended out until his hand came out of the computer screen. His pixelated hand turned into a fleshy hand. He was coming out of your computer! You flew to the door, slammed it open, and raced down the flight of stairs.

Josukes shouts of your name were close, you couldn't care. You made it to the front door, “How?!” you cried out. The door was boarded up. You obviously didn't do it. Was Josuke always able to leave the computer?

You didn't have time to think. Josuke’s stomping was getting closer by the minute. Running out of choices, you hid in the laundry room. You open the dryer and crawl inside. It was uncomfortable. But you could deal with it.

It had been a while since you had heard Josuke. How long? Possibly about 15 minutes. Your legs were sore from the cramped space you had been sitting in, and all you wanted to do was escape and stretch. You decided to escape through the window upstairs. You reached over to open the dryer until you heard the sound of knocking.

“Babe, I know you're in here. Be good and come out. I promise your punishment won't be as bad.”

Let the Dead be Dead

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸

(ʏᴀɴ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Waking up from the unexpected attack, you are also give an unexpected ability to good to be true.

┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧

Groggily opening your eyes, you squint trying to shield your eyes from the attack of bright light. Blinking several more times you remembered the events that happened prior to your sudden blackout. Frantically sitting up, you brought your hand to your neck to feel around for the fatal wound that was inflicted on you beforehand. Feeling nothing you let out a sigh of relief, slumping over to look at the cracked concrete ground beneath you.

You were utterly exhausted, but you had another problem to look out for. You wondered where the attacker’s whereabouts were, they could be anywhere waiting for you to get back up and fight. Yet you were also confused due to how sure you were stabbed and flew to the ground from it. You even remembered the awful feeling of gargling on your own blood as you desperately cried out for air. Trying to summon your stand you saw nothing. No matter how many times you called out its name, it wouldn’t appear by your side.

Fear began to tear away in you, like an unwinding thread about ready to break. The large room suddenly felt hot, stifling almost. Tearing off your jacket you continued to look around for the perpetrator. The broken vinyl still sitting a countless few feet away from you, mocking you as you sat there clueless and afraid.

A few more moments of silence went by to soon be broken by a faint chuckle behind you. Whipping your head around at the speed of light, you saw a figure you thought you would never see again. A figure you’d last seen before being planted in the ground to be one with life underneath.

Bruno Bucciarati.

Your stare of disbelief caused another eruption of chuckles from the ‘dead’ man. The blue eyes you loved gazing into and led you to where you were today, was staring at you once again just like they did a few months ago. Confused, you continued to stare back, eyebrows furrowed as you began to rule that this was a sudden hallucination from actually dying when you were attacked.

“I know what you are thinking…your not dead y/n. Although I must say your expression is quite humorous right now.”

Bucciarati let out a chuckle again before leaning down to get a closer look at your shaken bewildered form. Reaching your hand out, you took a clump of his white fabricated suit into your hand. Squeezing it a few times in reassurance, you brought your attention back to his expecting gaze.

“What is the m-meaning of this? Y-You’re dead, I saw you die-I saw you be buried!”

“I’m am dead, but I am here because of you.”

Reeling back in shock, you sat there stiff as a board from the bewilderment of your dead companion. Averting your gaze from his, you looked around trying to focus on the overall aspect of it all. You took notice of the splatters of blood that now adorned your clothing from the stab wound to the neck. Heavy amounts of dried-up blood lay there becoming even more proof of the laceration that was on your neck.

“I still don’t understand Bucciarati, how did I do this? The last thing I remember was walking in this abandoned place and-and…being stabbed. Now I’ve woken up to find my dead capo staring at me and no injury to be seen.”

Bucciarati sat there for a remaining second, pondering on what he was going to say next. His tongue hit the side of his cheek while his lips puckered up thinking of the right words.

“I am not too sure myself. I remember abruptly manifesting here as if someone pulled me here. You were on the ground lying in a puddle of blood with no wound to be seen. Although there was someone above you, staring at you as you convulsed from the trauma that was inflicted upon you. I guess my sudden appearance scared him off, but I was far too worried to leave you on your own to chase after the man.”

“Is that all…?”

“Not quite. While I waited for you to wake, there was a glow emitting from you like you were using your stand. By the time I looked up, behind me was your stand although it looked different from what I remembered. There in its bare transparent chest, was one of my golden zippers that belonged to one of my trademark suits. It was as if it was using it to manifest me, feeding off of it or something…”

Drawing your attention from Bucciarati’s worried look, you peered behind him to see in fact he was correct. Your stand stood there, motionless awaiting for your next command. She looked different with how her eyes were shaped, her armor changing in various ways over her body, then there was her now transparent torso that rested the golden zipper you took with you every time. A faint glow radiated from the small object as if Bucciarati was right using it for greater means.

“I think to believe that zipper is the reason why I am here. It may be using it to keep me here tethered to the living world as we both know I no longer exist in this world.”

Biting your lip, your face scrunched up in frustration from the mystery behind his presence here. You believed Bucciarati was onto something, but you decided it would be best if you could discuss this later. Not lingering in a place you were surely attacked in and have no idea where the perpetrator went.

Standing up, you wordlessly reached down to pick up your bloodied jacket. You then began to make your way to the door of the massive room, stopping and turning around waiting for Bucciarait to follow.

Bucciarati remained there for a brief second, his eyes fluttering back and forth taking in the full view of your form. Letting a warm smile crawl across his face, he stood up and made his way to you. Walking was almost like a foreign concept remembering the good days when life wasn’t so stressful when he could simply enjoy a nice sunny day with his father.

A smile appeared on your face at the warm gesture. It felt as if it was just yesterday when you sealed your fate as you took one step on the boat and he reassured you with that same smile.

Now that he was ‘back’ you could relish in the small moments before fate decided to strike again just like it did long ago.