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#yandere giorno
lliminall · 11 months
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libera me, dies irae, requiem aeternam
[yandere!GER x reader x yandere!giorno]
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word count: 1.8k
tags: fem reader, yandere, ignoring canon to make my silly little stories cooler, read a bunch of those poetry tiktok slideshows beforehand and now I think I can write like richard siken or something
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In the dream, you wake up in the void. It’s the only dream there is, ever since he brought you here. The dream always begins the same.
There is nothing in the void. Not a body for you to kick and flail with, not a voice for you to call out. There is only you, floating, and the prickling sensation of something watching you all the while.
You learn to accept it. The emptiness. You learn to tell yourself that you’re only dreaming, that it will pass as it does every other time, that you can simply ignore the clawing, gnawing feeling that you are being watched with the intensity of a predator stalking the sole object of it’s attention. It works, even as you begin to hear echoing whispers of words you can’t quite make out.
The voice is distantly familiar, the smooth tenor being one that you hear nearly every day, since he brought you here. If it would just come closer, speak a bit more clearly, maybe you could finally make out the words it speaks to you. Maybe they would be familiar, too.
You learn to manage, in the void of the dream that’s always the same, until the night it changes.
When you wake in the dream, you are in his bed, in the room he brought you to. It’s quiet, dark, and when you turn to face the other side of the bed, he isn’t there (you don’t like to say his name). You think you’re awake, really awake, until you glance out the window and see that it’s black outside. Not black with the night. Not black in the absence of light. Black in the absence of anything.
Your skin prickles. You are being watched.
You roll back onto your side quickly and the sound of rustling sheets is the only noise in a room far too quiet. There is something in the room with you, a shape in the shadows at the far end, rigid and unmoving. Your eyes strain to adjust to the darkness. At the top of its form, where its head must be, two eyes stare back at you, wide and unblinking and nearly glowing. Blood rushes through your ears. Your body is frozen, and you cannot look away. The eyes pin you where you lay.
“You are always afraid,” it begins in the familiar voice, “when we meet.”
Your tongue is heavy in your throat. You couldn’t respond even if you knew what to say. The figure begins to move, the eyes and the blurry shape of its body stalking slowly along the lines of the wall. It’s stays within the darkest throws of shadow, approaching you as if you would bolt at the slightest startling movement. Maybe you would, if there was anywhere to go. If you could feel your fear-stricken legs under the sheets.
“You have no need to fear me,” it says. It’s mechanical voice seems to soften. “I could never harm you, as my user could never bear to cause you harm.”
White-knuckled fingers clutch the sheets to your chest, and you take a long steadying breath as you command your body to move, speak, anything.
“Wh-who-“ your halting voice begins. “Who are you?”
The figure comes to a stop across from your bed. It regards you quietly for a moment, it’s unblinking eyes flitting over your body, your fists, your face. How helpless you must look below it.
“I will never harm you,” it says, it’s voice hardened and determined. It’s making a promise to you. A vow. “I will never leave you. My devotion to you will never wane.”
It takes a step toward you and your fingers lock again. It stops before you by the bed.
“There is nothing and no one that can take you from me, or from my user.”
It leans over your body and in the dim light of the room you can finally make out its face. Its smooth, hardened features. The crown of its head. The arrow shape pressed into its brow and its piercing, doll-like eyes. A mimicry of a human being. Something only half-way there.
There is no heat coming from its skin, you realize as it nearly cages you in. There is no warmth, no coldness, as if it occupies no space at all.
“In every eventuality, in all of life’s diverging paths, I will keep my promises to you.” It raises a pale hand to your face, and you realize that you’re crying at it wipes a tear from your cheek with a single finger. Not warm. Not cold. Not quite there.
“You will understand,” it says, in a voice that’s softer somehow. “In time, you’ll come to understand why we do what we must. I’ll see to it.”
A trembling breath rattles through your chest. It raises its hand in front of your face and you see that there’s a flower between its fingers, small and delicate. It tucks the bloom into the folds of your hair.
“I will see to it. No matter how many times it takes.”
The tea in your cup is getting cold. The china has been switched out today for something more colorful and ornate. To match the coming spring season, you suppose. He always is attentive like that (you don’t like to say his name).
“Should I have another drink brought out for you?” he asks. His voice registers somewhere in the back of your mind. Smooth tenor. Not mechanic. Familiar, in more ways than one now.
You take a steadying breath. You remember waking up in his bed this morning. You remember feeling the residual warmth of his body on the sheets he had just left. You remember the sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your skin.
You remember picking flower petals out of your hair and gagging over the sink. You’re awake. Not asleep. Not in the dream. Awake.
His hand slides into your peripheral and you hear the soft clinking of a knife as he spreads jam onto a pastry for you.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
The sunlight is warm on your skin. The scent of his coffee is light in the air. His hand dips into your view again to set the pastry onto your plate. You’re awake. You’re awake. You’re awake.
In the back of your mind you register his sigh. His hand comes to rest tentatively over yours, and you finally give him the eye contact he wants (you don’t like to look at him. You don’t like to speak to him or be touched by him or sit in the parlor and have breakfast with him either, but he doesn’t always give you the choice).
“You can tell me if you’re having trouble sleeping,” he says. “You know I’ll help in any way that I can.”
His blonde hair sits in perfect curls against his face. He’s trying, you can tell, to school his expression into something relaxed and amicable, but you can also tell it’s taking more of a strain than he would like you to see. You are driving him mad with worry. You know, because his face is beginning to look a lot like yours. Sunken, dark-eyed, bleak.
“I’m fine,” you say, and move your hand to take the biscuit from your plate. You begin to eat, finally, and his shoulders seem to relax a bit.
“I’ll bring home a supplement for you. Some melatonin, perhaps,” he says. “And you can tell me if there’s anything else you need.”
His voice is too familiar. But his hand was warm on top of yours and there’s sunlight in the windows and food in your mouth. Awake, awake, awake.
“Thank you,” you say, and raise the beautiful cup to your mouth. Your tea has gone cold.
Giorno wakes late into the night with a tug on his soul. His stand is out, and up to something.
He rolls to his side to see the stand crouched low, eyes locked on his, it’s face close to yours and it’s fingers threaded through your hair. It isn’t the first time he’s caught it like this.
The stand pets your hair in long, affectionate strokes, and you don’t stir under its ministrations. You had been so good for him that evening, sitting quietly at the dinner table as he sorted through paperwork, tucking yourself into bed and accepting the melatonin gummies he handed to you without fuss. He knows you’re only being so cooperative because you don’t have the energy to put on a stubborn face anymore. You haven’t been sleeping well since he brought you here.
The medicine seems to have done it’s work and then some. Giorno can see lines imprinted in the skin where your cheek was pressed into your pillow. Your hair is splayed around your head in a mess of a halo, and you don’t stir as he props himself up an elbow to better look at you.
They sit in silence, he and his stand, watching your peaceful visage. It isn’t an expression they often have the privileging of seeing any other time.
Giorno is often struck with the sense that are things going on beyond his awareness. That his stand, powerful and intelligent in ways he doesn’t yet comprehend, is pulling strings he cannot see. Often, he is struck with the sense that his ultimate weapon is not as well under his control as it allows him to believe.
The stand removes its hand from your hair and looks at him. The hand trails lightly across the length of your body, curving over the lines of your shoulder, your waist, ruffling the fabric at your hip. It watches him expectantly, and Giorno’s fingers twitch.
The stand removes its hand and Giorno raises his own, guilty like a child reaching out for what’s been forbidden. He starts at your shoulder, smoothing the sleeve of your shirt and feeling emboldened when you don’t so much as breath in response. He flattens his hand against your warm skin, brushing down the dip of your waist, the hard line of your hips, the soft flesh of your belly. There are inches between his chest and your body. It’s the closest he’s ever been to holding you.
His heart swells with adoration, every little interaction a blessing that renews his devotion to you. He looks at his stand that has not broken its line of sight with him, and wordlessly they come to their constant understanding.
More than anything, he wants to keep you safe. More than anything, he wants you to understand that he loves you, and selfishly he wants your love in return.
Giorno lays down beside you, his arm draped over your form. He thumbs at the sliver of skin where your shirt has ridden up over your belly, and trusts that whatever his stand may be doing, whatever hidden things lie outside of his control for the time being, it’s all being done for their sake. It’s all being done for your sake.
He closes his eyes and leaves you under the watch of his unblinking Requiem.
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thornybubbles · 1 year
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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The JoJos: Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny)
Josuke
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Jealous Josuke is an emotional wreck. He’s rage and paranoia personified.  He wants to be a good boyfriend. He really does, but every time he sees you with that guy, he feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s in constant flux between flying into a rage and having a full on panic attack. You love him, right? So why hang all over that guy so much? Are you cheating on him? You wouldn’t do that to him, would you? He sure hopes not because he doesn’t know what he’d do if that was true. He’s pretty sure he’d go insane though. Every moment you two aren’t together he’s wondering if you’re with that guy or not. His imagination goes wild, taking his thoughts to places he doesn’t want them to go. 
Are you in love with that guy? 
Are you going to leave him? 
Are you cheating on him? 
Are you cheating on him right now? 
Are you cheating? 
Are you cheating? 
Are you cheating on him?!!!
It was lunch break. Josuke had left the classroom to roam the mostly empty halls. He couldn’t sit in the classroom with Okuyasu constantly asking him what was wrong. He needed to be alone to think. He needed to decide what to do. He just needed to calm down first. It was proving very difficult to do so, though, as thoughts of you in the track star’s arms kept popping into his thoughts. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache that was forming. HIs hair was a mess and for once, he didn’t even care. 
He was startled by the feeling of a hand touching his shoulder. He whirled around and his bloodshot eyes locked onto the form of Yukako. 
“Koichi is worried about you.” She said with a stern tone, almost as if she was accusing him of something. 
It took a few moments for her words to sink in for Josuke. 
“Huh? Worried? Why?” Josuke asked. 
Yukako ran her fingers through her long black locks in a casual manner before she answered. 
“You’ve been acting like you’re on the verge of a mental breakdown for days now. I’ve noticed it as well.” she said. “What’s going on, Josuke?” 
Josuke sighed. First Okuyasu, now both Koichi and Yukako? He guessed he wasn’t really hiding his feelings very well. Well, he wasn’t really trying to.
“I think she might be cheating on me.” he blurted out before he could stop himself. He gritted his teeth and his hands began to tremble. Just saying it out loud made him want to go on a rampage. 
Yukako noticed the way his fingers twitched and the way his jaw tightened. She knew that level of fury all too well. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. 
“You mean your girlfriend? Cheating with who? With that muscle head from the track team? The one with the terrible bleached hair? The one I always see her talking with when you aren’t around?” she said, bracing herself for what she suspected would come next. 
Sure enough at the mention of the hated rival, Josuke’s rage exploded like a volcano. He slammed a fist into a nearby locker, caving the door in to the point that it popped off of the hinges. He stood there panting heavily for a moment before summoning Crazy Diamond to fix the door. He didn’t know whose locker it belonged to, but he figured that a random student shouldn’t have to pay for his tantrum. 
Yukako felt a drop of cold sweat run down the back of her neck. She wondered if her own tantrums had that same effect on those around her. Poor Koichi. She waited for Josuke to look calm enough for it to be safe to speak to him again. 
“I’m not the type to interfere in the problems of other couples, but seeing you like this upsets my Koichi, so I’ll give you some advice…” she began. 
Josuke thought Yukako was the last person to have any business giving anyone advice on romance, but he listened to what she had to say anyway. It wasn’t like he was coming up with any solutions on his own. 
“Kick his ass.” she said simply.
Well, he should’ve seen that coming. 
“Let me rephrase that… Give him a warning. One warning. Tell him to stay away from what’s yours, and if he can’t follow that one, simple request… kick his ass.” she said, her eyes and voice taking on a steely edge.
Josuke mulled over what she said. It was such a simple answer, he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it. Of course he couldn’t just beat some dude up for no reason… but he did have a reason, didn’t he? That lowlife spent way too much time with his babe for his liking. Always stealing her time from him… giving him a warning first made things fair… Surprisingly, Yukako’s advice made perfect sense.
“Don’t just think about it, Josuke. You need to confront him. Tell him to back off and enforce it if you need to.” 
Yukako turned and started to walk back to the classroom before turning back to him and adding, 
“And then you need to talk to her. Remind her of who she belongs to. If you don’t set her straight… you’ll lose her.” 
Those last three words chilled Josuke to his very core. He stared after Yukako as she walked away from him. Putting the jock in his place made sense, but was Yukako implying that he needed to… “get rough” with you? Josuke wasn’t sure that he would, or could, take things that far. He did plan to talk to you about it though. He was going to have to explain to you how you made him feel whenever you spent too much time around other guys. More than that, he had to make sure that all these fears of you cheating on him were just in his head and not a terrible reality. 
Josuke made up his mind. He was going to take Yukako’s advice. He’d find out where that bleach tipped jock hung out and confront him after school. He’d have to be careful, though. If he ended up having to pulverize him, he didn’t want word of that getting back to you. You were understanding, kind, and open minded, but he didn’t think you’d be happy to hear that he’d beaten one of your friends to a pulp. Why were you friends with that guy anyway? Wasn’t he enough? 
Josuke shook his head furiously. No, he couldn’t go thinking like that again. He’d work himself back into a frenzy. He needed to think clearly. He was going to have to be patient and wait. He’d feel a lot better once he’d made sure that scumbag left you alone for good. He was going to hate it, but he needed to avoid you until then. As much as he needed to bury himself into your embrace, he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. He was still angry and the last thing he wanted to do was blow up in your face, blaming you for doing something he still wasn’t sure you were guilty of yet. He just didn’t know what he’d do if he found out anything funny went on between you and that piece of shit. He would go insane. He’d go insane and it would be all your fault. 
He spent the rest of the school day twitching with barely restrained fury. 
Finally the end of the school day came and Josuke couldn’t get out of the classroom fast enough. He spotted you briefly but was careful enough to stay out of your range of sight. He spotted his true target talking to a group of boys coming out of the gym. That was him! The guy you were (might) be leaving him for. There wasn’t anything special about him. Sure he was a bit on the buff side, but Josuke’s muscles were just as good! Besides, it didn’t matter whose muscles were bigger, Josuke could still win in a real fight. All this guy could do was run. What could a mere high school athlete do against someone who fought with the most dangerous people in the world on a daily basis? What could he do against someone with a Stand like Crazy Diamond? Nothing! That’s what! And Josuke was going to prove it! Tonight! He waited for the other boys to leave before he made his move. 
“Hey, you!” Josuke called to the track star. 
The boy cast a confused look at Josuke, not understanding the cause of the hostile tone he was being given. Josuke told him to meet him at sunset out in the rice fields, describing the same one where Jotaro had taken him to hunt the rats, explaining that he had something important to talk about. Those fields were far from prying eyes. No one ever went out there except the farmers during harvest and planting season. There wouldn’t be any witnesses to what Josuke was going to do to the chump… if he had to. (He really hoped he would have to.) The boy agreed to meet Josuke, already feeling that the delinquent was challenging him to a fight for some unknown reason. The boy rose to the challenge eagerly, refusing to be intimidated by Josuke. 
Josuke stood in the middle of the field, staring out at the horizon as the sky changed colors. The sun had fully dipped behind the treetops, but its light still hung in the sky, not wanting to give up the fight against the nighttime so easily. Just like him. He wasn’t about to let some lunkhead steal you away from him. And he wasn’t letting you go for anyone else either. He wouldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give you up to anyone!
“What’s this about, Higashikata?” 
Josuke looked over his shoulder at the boy, his expression a cold look of contempt. 
“I want you to stay away from my girl. Don’t hang around her. Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her.” Josuke said simply.
What he did next would depend on how the boy responded. If he agreed, there wouldn’t be any problem. If he didn’t, well…
The boy gave Josuke a confused, disgusted look before letting out a sharp bark of a laugh. 
“Oh my God.” He said. “I never pegged you to be one of those types of boyfriends!” 
Josuke turned to face the boy fully. 
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded, his anger starting to simmer to a boil. 
“It means that you’re an asshole, obviously.” the boy scoffed with an obnoxious roll of his eyes. 
“What kind of boyfriend I am isn’t any of your concern. I told you to stay away from her. So what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna leave her alone, or am I gonna have to get my point across in a different way?” Josuke said in a warning tone. 
“I won’t have to leave her alone.” the boy said with another scoff. “If you’re this pathetic and clingy, she’ll end up leaving you anyway.” 
Josuke felt something inside of his mind give way and a flood of the most horrible thoughts and feelings rushed forth like a tidal wave. None of it showed on his face though. Only a slight look of disdain as he raised his chin slightly to look down his nose at the subhuman pile of dogshit in front of him. 
The boy fell to his side as his right leg snapped like a dry twig. The lower shin bone jutted out of the flesh of his leg gruesomely. The boy screamed, clutching his ruined leg and writhing in pain. Crazy Diamond hovered over the boy waiting for the mental order to break his other leg. 
Josuke sighed, closing his eyes in mock frustration. 
“Man, you really know how to say the wrong thing, don’t you?” he said, ignoring the boy’s screams. 
He was answered with more screaming. Josuke just stared at the boy, his blue eyes empty and cold. Normally, he wouldn’t be able to handle the sight or sounds before him. He didn’t like watching people suffer. This was different though. This wasn’t a person in front of him. It was a thing. A nasty, squealing thing that was trying to take his happiness away from him. It was a worthless speck of filth that wanted to dirty up his world. He wanted it to hurt and scream and bleed and DIE!!
“All you had to do was say that you’d leave my girl alone. That’s it. I don’t think that was really too much to ask, was it?” Josuke said, his voice as expressionless as his face. 
“But I’m feeling a little bit lenient today, so I’ll give you a chance. I’ll let you go if you can outrun me, but the trick is that you have to do it on that broken leg. I’ll even give you two chances, but only two, because you don’t really deserve three. If you fall over, or I catch up to you, then you lose and I punish you. Strike one, I break your other leg. Strike two, though, I break your spine. So you better be able to get away from me or you’re gonna permanently lose your title of track star.” 
The boy stared up at Josuke through terrified, tear-filled eyes, unable to process the madness of what he’d just been told. 
“On your mark…” Josuke said. 
The boy braced himself in a stance as best he could on his shattered leg. This was insane! He knew he couldn’t get away, but he had to try. 
“Get set…” 
The boy wobbled dangerously, his leg throbbing with pain and bleeding everywhere. He felt like he would throw up any moment.
“GO!” 
The boy flopped over, unable to even stand on his ruined leg. 
Josuke shook his head. 
“Didn’t even make it past the starting line. I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” He mocked. 
The boy tried to crawl away as Josuke loomed over him. His left leg arched upward in a grisly way as Crazy Diamond stomped down on his kneecap, reducing it to powder. Another round of tortured screaming issued forth from the boy. Josuke just looked on with an uninterested gaze. 
“Ready for round two?” Josuke asked. 
The boy stopped screaming and began to shout at Josuke. 
“You insane fuck!” He cried. “You psychopathic piece of shit!” 
The boy didn’t have any clue just how Josuke was putting him through this torment. He was just standing there! How could he hurt him without even touching him? 
Josuke raised an eyebrow. 
“Hey, I’m giving you a chance here and now you’re gonna swear at me? Not sure if you deserve a second chance. Maybe I should just break your spine anyway?” 
“Go ahead if you think it will do anything!” the boy screamed at him in a moment of defiance. “Paralyze me if you think it matters, but when I’m lying on a hospital bed, I’ll make sure everybody knows that it was you that did this to me! Everybody will know what a fucked up monster you are, including that girl of yours. She’ll hate you! She’ll be so sick of you for what you did that she’ll leave you and--” 
He was cut off by Josuke’s fist slamming into his jaw, cracking it. 
“YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT THE HELL UP, DO YOU?” Josuke thundered, his face contorted with so much rage that he looked downright demonic. “LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH THROUGH A BROKEN JAW! HUH?! YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY NOW?! YOU SACK OF SHIT!!!” 
What did this guy know? You weren’t going to leave him! You wouldn’t! You couldn’t! This loser didn’t know what he was talking about!!
He wanted to keep hitting him. He wanted to pummel his stupid face until there was nothing left of it but scraps of meat and bits of bone. He wanted to splatter his brains all over the ground and soak the dirt with his blood. But he didn’t. Somehow he managed to reign in his anger. He knew that if he kept hitting him, he would kill him. Not that he cared about the punk’s worthless life, but his reputation (especially with you) would be in shambles. His friends would never forgive him. His mother… he didn’t even want to think about how she’d react. You, though. You would hate him and fear him. He couldn’t live with that. 
So instead, Josuke had Crazy Diamond methodically torture his rival. His spine was broken, as promised, but so were his ribs, his arms, the tiny bones in his hands and feet, his fingers, his toes… each bone was slowly and methodically shattered, until the boy was begging for it to end. That’s all Josuke needed to hear. 
He allowed Crazy Diamond to heal the boy and the Stand did so, though reluctantly. The boy was stunned. Taking full advantage of his now healed legs, the boy clamored to his feet and started to run. He was grabbed by Crazy Diamond. 
“Ah! What is this?” He cried. “What’s happening?! Something’s got me!” 
He struggled to break free from the invisible hold, but it was too strong. He shrank in on himself as Josuke approached him. 
“Y-You were breaking my bones without touching me… Then suddenly I’m healed and now I feel like I’ve been grabbed by something I can’t see! How are you doing this? W-what the hell are you?” he said with a whimper of terror. 
Josuke glared at him. He was afraid. Good. Maybe now he’ll finally listen to reason. 
“Doesn’t matter.” Josuke answered. “All that matters is whether or not you plan to keep pressing your luck. Are you going to leave my girl alone or do I have to give you another round of pain?” 
“I-I’ll l-leave her alone. I’ll do what y-you say. Just… please… l-let me g-go…” he stammered, exhaustion evident in his voice. 
Crazy Diamond released the boy, and he dropped to his knees. He looked up as Josuke stood in front of him. 
“Now, you’re gonna go about your life pretending that this little encounter didn’t happen.” Josuke warned. “If word of what happened today gets out, I’m not gonna be happy with you. Especially if my girl finds out about it. If I find out that you talked, I’ll find you. And you won’t like what happens when I do. Do I make myself clear?” 
The boy nodded. 
“I won’t tell. I w-won’t tell anyone.” he stammered. 
Josuke’s expression suddenly brightened. His lips stretched into a deceptively friendly smile. 
“Good! Now run home, and forget all about this.” 
The track star did just that, putting his well trained (and now unbroken) legs to good use. He ran the entire way home.  
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Things had been very strange for you for the last few days. First of all, Josuke seemed as though he was actively avoiding you lately. When you spoke to him, he always seemed to have a manic look in his eyes, as well as a need to rush through the conversation in order to get away from you as soon as possible. Okuyasu told you that Josuke was acting like that around him and Koichi, too. Today was really strange, though. You hadn’t seen Josuke all day and for the last half of the day, Yukako kept giving you suspicious looks. You had no idea what you had done to have her keep looking at you that way, but you made it a point to stay out of her way for the rest of the day. For all you knew, you probably accidentally gave Koichi too many compliments or something. You were more worried about your boyfriend and what you could have done to make him act like he wanted nothing to do with you. You were going to have to talk to him about it. You had a terrible feeling that he might be planning to break up with you. 
Imagine your surprise, when Josuke showed up at your window later that night. He looked disheveled and had a wild look in his eye. His precious pompadour was in a disarray, long, loose, strands had broken free and dangled in his face. Curious, you let him into your room. Once he climbed all the way into your room, he was all over you. He grabbed you up in a tight embrace and planted a desperate, needy kiss on your lips. When that kiss ended, he kissed you again, and again, and again. 
“I missed you.” he whispered. 
“I can tell.” You quipped. “Here I was, thinking you were sick of me.” 
Josuke let go of you. 
“You thought I was sick of you?” he asked, sounding surprised. 
“You’ve been avoiding me for days now.” You explained to him. “Every time I talked to you, you acted like you wanted to be anywhere else but near me. You stopped calling me and you wouldn’t pick up the phone when I tried to call you. Your Mom would answer and tell me you were busy. Then, today I didn’t see you at all. Is there something going on, Josuke?” 
Josuke gave you such a desperate look just then. He grabbed you by the shoulders and led you to the bed where he made you sit. He sat down next to you and grasped your hands. 
“I need you to be honest with me.” Josuke said. 
You gave him a concerned look but nodded your head. 
“Sure, Josuke.” You said, growing worried. 
“Would you ever leave me for someone else?” He blurted out, not even hesitating to confess his worst fear to you. “Would you cheat on me?” 
You stared at him in disbelief. That was why he’d been avoiding you? Did he suspect you’d found someone else? Had he truly lost his ability to trust you? What on earth had happened to make him feel this way?
“Josuke…” you began.
“Just tell me the truth!” He shouted, a frightened, anguished tone to his voice. “Please, babe! I need to hear you say the words!!” 
You sighed. He needed confirmation of your loyalty. It hurt your heart to think that he felt that you would do something so deplorable as cheat on him, but that miserable look on his face made it impossible to hold it against him. For someone that seemed to be as tough as diamond, his heart could shatter so easily. 
“Josuke, I love you to pieces.” You say plainly. “I don’t know what I could have done to make you lose your trust in me, but I’m sorry. I would never do something like that to you. I’d never even dream of it.” 
Josuke seemed to deflate like a balloon and collapsed against you. You almost fell over from the sudden weight. You put your arms around him and held him close. His chest was heaving and you could hear his breath hitch. He was crying. 
“Jojo?” You asked, using his nickname for once. Sensitive as Josuke was, he hardly ever cried. It took something really bad to make him like this. It must have been bothering him a lot. 
“Thank God.” he sobbed. “I thought… I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the only thing in the world that makes me feel sane anymore. When I’m with you, I can feel normal. I don’t have to think about how it feels like my life’s gone to shit. I get so tired of how crazy everything is now. I just want to feel like a normal human being again!” 
His words caused a thrill of discomfort to shoot through your very soul. That sounded… well… not very healthy. You opened your mouth to say something to him but you found yourself suddenly staring up into his tear streaked face. He wore a manic expression that chilled you to the bone. 
“Promise me that you’ll stay with me forever!” he said. It was a demand. There was no option to deny him. 
“I-I promise, Josuke.” You stammered, shocked at how unhinged he was behaving and beginning to fear for your safety. 
“You’ll promise what?” Josuke ground out, his voice taking on a threatening tone that caused goosebumps to break out across your skin. 
“I-I promise to s-stay with you forever, Josuke!” You said. 
He sighed in relief and closed his eyes tightly, before crushing you to his chest. 
“I knew. I knew you wouldn’t betray me like that.” he said. “I just had to hear you say it. I had to be sure. I knew you’d tell me the truth. I knew you’d never lie to me, would you, babe?” 
“Of c-course not…” you said, terrified of what he’d do if he didn’t like your response. 
“Of course you wouldn’t.” He said, holding you so close that it was starting to hurt. 
“If you did… if you lied to me… or tried to leave me… I’d lose my damn mind.” he said, his voice shaking and sounding completely unhinged. 
“Then… I just don’t know what I’d do.” 
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Jealous Giorno is going to do anything he can to bring your attention back to him. He’ll be like a peacock spreading his feathers in a not-so-subtle attempt to earn your affections. He’s had his eye on you since he became Don, and seeing you always hanging around that lowly con man set his blood on fire. He made it a point to use whatever methods were at his disposal to find out exactly what kind of men you found attractive. You liked men with long hair? He stopped wearing his hair in a braid, letting the long, blonde locks flow over his shoulders. When he found out what your favorite color was, he had all of his new suits tailored to be in various shades of that color. After a while, he noticed, to his delight, that his efforts were having an effect on you. 
“I see you started wearing your hair down, sir.” you said, feeling awkward about starting a casual conversation with the most powerful man in Italy. 
Giorno turned to you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. You were actually speaking to him! Though, he didn’t care for your formal tone. 
“You may call me Giorno, if you like.” He said. “Do you like it? My hair, I mean.” 
“Uh, yes… it looks very nice.” You stammered, trying to keep your composure but failing miserably. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You were embarrassing yourself in front of a very dangerous man and you hated yourself for it. 
Giorno felt like his heart had sprouted wings. Your shyness was very unbecoming of someone in your profession, but to him, it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. 
“No need to be so shy.” He said, teasingly. “You don’t have to be so stiff and formal when you speak to me.” 
He motioned for you to sit, waving to the ornate chair in front of his desk. 
“Here, sit. Would you like some tea?” 
You timidly took a seat as you were told. 
“Yes. Thank you.” You answered. 
This went on for a while, with Giorno making subtle changes to himself in order to gain your favor. But he was becoming frustrated. No matter what he did, you still stubbornly stayed by the con man’s side. Why? What was he missing? What else did he need to do? You couldn’t actually be in love with that low life, could you? What could a man like that possibly give you that he couldn’t? What could possibly be keeping you by his side?
A little more research into your life and he found the answer. Ah. So you were the con man’s bodyguard. And… you were a Stand user. How interesting. Once he found that out, GER seemed very interested in meeting your Stand. Giorno realized he wasn’t the only one with a crush. 
Giorno decided to get in touch with your current employer to see about discussing an exchange. Money solved most problems, didn’t it? It shouldn’t be too hard to convince your boss to relinquish your services to him. 
Once Giorno had the con man in front of him, it took so much effort and all of his sense of professionalism to keep from scowling at him. He was a wormy, greasy snotball of a human being with a cowardly disposition. His nervous eyes flicked around the room to where Mista and a few other gangsters in Giorno’s employ stood up against the walls, staring back at him menacingly. 
A suitcase was placed on Giorno’s desk in front of the con man. He eyed it suspiciously but made no move to open it. He looked up at Giorno with worry in his eyes. 
“If I give you my bodyguard, then I won’t have anyone watching my back” the con man whined “I’ve scammed a lot of people in my day and some of those guys are dangerous. Dangerous and pissed off at me. I can’t afford…” 
“Why don’t you actually look at what I’m offering you before you complain about what you can’t afford?” Giorno interrupted, trying his best to quell his growing irritation. 
The con man glanced from Giorno down to the suitcase. Timidly, warily, he loosened the latches and slowly opened the suitcase. His eyes lit up like the New York skyline. 
“You can have her.” he said, digging his hands into the cash. He pulled out stacks of bills and looked at them like they were rare works of art. Giorno’s eyes darkened at how easily swayed the man was. He was just another greed driven criminal that viewed human lives as nothing more than tools or products to be bought and sold. Of course, Giorno was no better. He was the one buying you after all. Still, to think of you working under such a man made his skin crawl. 
“Then I suppose we have no more business together. You may take your leave.” Giorno said, wanting the speck of living filth out of his sight as soon as possible.
The con man put the bills back in the suitcase and slammed it closed. He snatched it up and grinned at Giorno.
“With this much cash I won’t need a bodyguard anyway! I’ve got enough money to buy my own personal army now! It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Giovanna!” he chirped happily.
“The pleasure is all yours, I assure you.” Giorno muttered under his breath. 
If the con man heard him, he didn’t acknowledge it. He held the suitcase under his arm and started for the door. 
“Don’t know why you want to spend so much money on her anyway. She’s a great bodyguard, but not good for much else.” the con man said over his shoulder.
“What do you mean by that?” Giorno said. His eyes narrowed dangerously. 
“Bit of a prude. Not interested in having any fun, if you know what I mean.” Said the con man while making a lewd gesture with his hands. 
Girono felt his teeth grind against each other. 
“Yes I think I know exactly what you mean.” he growled. “I believe you were on your way out.” 
The con man cast him another grin and left. 
Giorno snapped his head in the direction of his second in command. 
“Mista,” he said. 
The gunman gave a nod and headed for the door. 
“What? Really?!” came a cry of surprise by one of the other gangsters. “But he took the money!” 
He was a rookie in the group, but he should still know better than to speak out of turn. Giorno affixed him with a glare that had him snapping his jaw closed and staring at the floor. The two thugs on either side of him sidled a few inches away from him. The rookie seemed like he was trying to become one with the wall, but he didn’t say anymore. 
Giorno turned away from him. He would discipline that fool later. 
A day passes, and you get the word that your boss has been murdered. It’s assumed that one of his past victims finally caught up with him. It wasn’t long after that that you were contacted by Giorno. Now, you found yourself sitting in front of Giorno as he offered you a small smile. His eyes were alight with something that resembled glee. You couldn’t imagine why he seemed so happy and you weren’t about to ask. 
“It’s come to my attention that you are in need of a job,” he said. “I’ve decided to offer you a place by my side… as my bodyguard!” he said, adding the last part rather quickly. 
You looked up at him and he had such a calm, placid look on his face. His eyes though, had a strange urgent look to them. It was almost as if he was trying to mentally will you to say yes. You thought for a moment, weighing your options. The thing was, you really didn’t have any options. Your original boss was out of the picture, and as much as you didn’t like the man, he paid well. And strangely, nobody else had been willing to hire you within the organization. They kept saying things like, “You don’t have the credentials” or “You don’t have enough experience”. Lies. Not only that, but they all seemed very nervous about your presence. They all seemed like they just wanted to get rid of you. You don’t know what could have happened to cause your reputation to plummet so severely that no one would hire you, but it put you in a very bad position. You owed people money. You owed very dangerous people a lot of money. You looked back up at Giorno. 
“When do you want me to start, Mr. Giovana?” you asked. 
It seemed like the entire room sighed with relief, even though only you and Giorno were in the room. 
“I’m very glad to hear it, though I believe I told you to call me Giorno,” he said. His smile was friendly enough, but there was a slight edge to his voice that made you feel that the request was actually an order. 
“I’m sorry, Giorno.” You said, correcting yourself. 
His smile brightened. 
Once you were actually in his employ, your life suddenly took a turn for the better. Everyone you owed money to, suddenly dropped any obligations you had to them. Your bills were paid, and even your groceries were bought for you and delivered to your door. You were provided with expensive and opulent jewelry, clothing, and anything else you could possibly want or need. No one else that you worked for ever went this far for you. And as much as you appreciated what he was doing for you, you were starting to feel a little suffocated. 
There was another problem with your new job. As time passed, you could feel yourself developing feelings for Giorno that went well past what was professional. You stifled it as best as you could but with every moment you spent by Giorno’s side, it became more and more difficult. Developing feelings in a job like this was dangerous. Love dulled a person’s sense of reasoning, and you couldn’t afford to lose focus. It could cost you your life. Not only that, but there was always the risk of losing the one you loved. You didn’t think you could handle losing someone you were really in love with. Furthermore, you didn’t want to die and leave a grieving loved one behind.
Giorno seemed adamant about developing a friendship with you though. You thought it odd. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever worked for. When he asked your opinion on something he seemed genuinely interested in your thoughts. Sometimes he would even make changes based on your opinions alone. 
Giorno seemed to have three sides to him. One was the cold, business like persona he presented to his underlings. The second was the persona of the old friend that he showed only to his closest and most trusted allies. The third was the persona he showed only to you. This side of him was the strangest. He would only reveal this side of himself when it was just the two of you and on days where there were no pressing matters to deal with. He would talk with you for hours about all kinds of things. Eventually, these conversations between the two of you began to get more revealing. 
One night, when the two of you were alone, Giorno opened up to you about something he had never shared with anyone. He told you about his neglectful mother and his abusive stepfather. He told you about wanting to find out who his real father was and even showed you the picture he had in his wallet. The image of the mysterious man gave you shuddering chills that resembled the one you got whenever Giorno gave someone that certain glare that he had. After being told something so intimately private, you found yourself opening up to him as well. You told him about your own lack of a father and your drug addicted mother. You told him about how as a small child you would scream and beg for her to feed you only for her to stare you dead in the eyes while she wordlessly jabbed another needle in her arm. You told him about how you came close to starving to death many times. You told him about how you found your mother dead from an overdose one day and had to live on the streets. Then one day, you got so sick you thought you were going to die, only to miraculously recover and find that you had developed your Stand. From there, you began using your Stand to do odd jobs to keep yourself fed and rent an apartment. You eventually got swept up into mob business and the rest is history. 
You never told anyone else that story, not because you didn’t want anyone to know about your past, but because you didn’t think anyone else would care. Giorno cared. He told you about how he got involved with the mafia in the first place. He told you of how he met Bruno Bucciarati, and how he planned to rid the streets of illegal drugs. He vowed to you then and there that he would make sure that no other child would have to endure what you went through due to your mother’s addiction. 
From there, the relationship you had with Giorno became less and less professional. Of course the two of you maintained a respectable distance from each other when around others that weren’t a part of Girono’s inner circle but, behind closed doors, when it was only the two of you, Giorno seemed to revert to being a needy child. He started making more and more physical contact with you, and for once, you allowed it. It wasn’t the first time a boss of yours tried to get physical with you, but their touches disgusted you and you refused them everytime. Giorno’s touches were so innocent and timid. It was almost as if he was afraid you would strike him if he got too close. He never did anything to make you uncomfortable and his touches were always gentle. He would only ever touch your hand, or hug onto your arm in the beginning. Eventually he got bolder and would embrace you in full hugs or lean up against you, resting his head on your shoulder where he would end up falling asleep. The level of trust he put into you if he was willing to fall asleep in your presence was touching. In this line of work, trust was something you didn’t sneeze at. 
Giorno never attempted to cross the line with you. So when he ever felt the need to initiate physical contact, you would freeze up and let him do so at his own pace. You treated it as if you were being sniffed by a deer or rabbit or any other skittish and easily frightened animal. Giorno was certainly frightened. He feared rejection. Your rejection. So you made it a point to never push him away. And for his part, he never gave you a reason to. It was safe to say that your feelings for him had fully developed past a simple crush. 
Apparently you weren’t the only one who felt that way. One night, you entered Giorno’s office to find that the lights had been dimmed and there were candles everywhere. Giorno’s desk and the other furniture  had been rearranged to make room for a table and chairs. On the table was a lavish meal with wine and even dessert. Giorno sat in one of the chairs, looking at you expectantly. He wore an opulent version of his usual suit (in your favorite color) and his hair was impeccable. It framed his face beautifully. The ringlets that usually adorned his forehead had been loosened and hung in curly strands against his face. You blushed at the sight of him. 
He proposed to you that night. You were surprised, but you didn’t hesitate to say yes. That’s how you found yourself on a yacht headed out to a private island with him for your honeymoon. Little did you know that once you got to the beautiful and sprawling villa he had set up there, you would not be leaving. Now that Giorno finally had you, he decided that he no longer wanted you putting yourself in harm’s way for him. You were his bodyguard no longer. You were his wife and he wanted you to live in luxury and safety. So he would clip your wings and put you in your gilded cage. You would be cared for and provided for and have nothing but the best of everything at your fingertips… but you would never know freedom again. 
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Jealous Johnny is hostile and passive aggressive. 
“What the hell is he doing here?” Johnny spits as you bring your friend to the camp. 
Since you joined up with Johnny and Gyro in the Steel Ball Run race, Johnny’s mood has improved greatly. You’ve given him a new lease on life and make him feel like he’s actually got something to live for again. It helps that you talk to him as a person and not just treat him like a helpless invalid. 
So when that rancher starts showing up at all the races and taking all your attention, it gives him such an uncomfortable, sour feeling in his belly. Don’t you know that guy isn’t just a fan? His crush on you is so painfully obvious it’s sickening! Why can’t you see how he’s manipulating you? Always buying you expensive dinners and clothes and things! You’re in a race through wilderness and rugged plains, for Christ’s sake! What do you need a velvet shawl for? All that jewelry will make you a target for bandits! It’s so obvious to Johnny that the rancher is trying to steal you away from him!
Johnny doesn’t know how to handle his jealousy. He becomes moody whenever you aren’t around and Gyro worries that he’ll go back into a depressive state. Johnny’s demeanor always brightens when you’re back with them though. Of course, when you keep talking about your fancy fanboy, Johnny starts getting snappy. 
“Do you ever stop talking about that guy?” He grumbles. “Why don’t you marry him already, since you like him so much?” 
“He’s already asked me to.” You say. Johnny almost falls off of Slow Dancer, while you and Gyro laugh your asses off. 
Johnny doesn’t think it’s so funny. Once he gets himself back in the saddle correctly, he sends a glare your way. 
“Tell him no!” He all but screams at you.
Both you and Gyro stop laughing to give him looks of shock. Johnny takes a few minutes to compose himself before he explains. 
“At least… at least wait until the race is over…” he said, not making eye contact with either of you. 
“Well… that was the plan.” you responded, giving Gyro a confused look. The Italian just shrugged and returned your expression. 
“Besides, I don’t even know what I’m going to tell him. I’m not even sure I feel that way about him.” 
Johnny didn’t respond. He stared straight ahead at the road over the top of Slow Dancer’s head. Her ears flicked nervously, as if she could sense her rider’s feelings. Johnny’s mind was churning with all manner of unpleasant things. The thought of what you would do after the race was always on the forethought of his mind. Gyro would go back to Italy, that much he knew. There was always that part of him that didn’t want Gyro to go, but Johnny didn’t really feel it was his place to keep his mentor away from his previous obligations. You were a different story. You were in the same boat as Johnny, disowned by your parents and all alone. You didn’t have a reason to leave once the race was over. Where would you even go anyway? 
The rancher was a problem. If you decided to marry him, you’d have a reason to leave. You’d run off with your rich fanboy… and he’d never see you again. He’d be all alone… just like always. Johnny felt his heart clench. For the rest of the day he’s unable to even look at you. 
When you had the gall to bring your rancher friend to the camp, Johnny was not happy. When you suggested that the rancher join up with the group for the duration of the race, it took all of Johnny’s self restraint to keep from shooting both you and your rancher fanboy. Fortunately, Gyro seemed skeptical about the idea as well. The Italian pointed out that they didn’t need an extra party member. Not only that, but they had no reason to trust the rancher. Gyro thought it very suspicious that he was always in every town they went to. He thought that the idea of the rancher being merely a fan of yours was too convenient of an excuse. 
Good ol’ Gyro, always coming through! Johnny thought. 
But the rancher pulled Gyro aside and had a long conversation with the Spin user. The longer Gyro spent talking to the man, the less of a suspicious scowl he bore. By the time they were done talking, Gyro was smiling. In a matter of moments, Gyro was loudly welcoming the newcomer to the group. Johnny made no attempt to protest. He just fumed in silence. 
Dammit, Gyro! He thought. You were supposed to be on my side!
Johnny’s insides felt like they had turned to lava. His stomach and chest burned and this time it wasn’t due to Gyro’s cooking. It had been a few days since the rancher had joined the group and it seemed that both you and Gyro had been won over by his charms. Johnny was forced to watch as you and Gyro trailed along beside the rancher, hanging on his every word. Johnny rolled his eyes at the sight. You both looked so pathetic following him around like puppies. What’s worse is that he seemed to be the only one doing any work anymore. 
“Sure, I’ll put up the tents all by myself!” he yelled, bitterness very clear in his voice. “You guys can just have your little chat. Just let the guy in the wheelchair do all the work. That’s fine.” 
You and Gyro seemed to break out of your trance, realizing just how long you both have been neglecting your chores. Gyro went about setting things up for the nightly meal while you started gathering firewood. Johnny sighed to himself, satisfied that things were starting to go back to normal. That’s when the rancher took it upon himself to walk over and start helping Johnny with the tents. 
“You know, I get the feeling you don’t like me very much, Mr. Joestar.” he said in an irritatingly good natured tone. 
“Oh, you noticed. Here I thought I was hiding it.” Johnny said sarcastically. 
The rancher had the nerve to laugh at his response. Johnny scowled and turned away from him. 
The rancher began to ramble on about things Johnny didn’t care about, but at some point, the conversation turned to you. 
“I guess I haven’t been hiding my crush on your friend too well.” He said. “I know how you must feel, but I assure you I have no ulterior motives.” 
Johnny stopped what he was doing to glare at him. The rancher just beamed at him with the biggest smile he’d ever seen. 
After a moment, Johnny’s glare faded and he sighed. 
“Can you blame me for worrying though?” Johnny said, all hostility gone from his voice. Fine. He’d play along. Just until he knew what this guy really wanted. 
They talked for another hour or so until Gyro called them to come to dinner. Johnny sat, slowly sipping at his stew. The rancher turned out to not be the kind of person he thought he was. His motives were genuine. Wouldn’t you know it? He was actually a decent person. He was probably one of the nicest people Johnny had ever met. He had begun to understand why you and Gyro liked him so much. 
And Johnny still despised him. 
Nice as he was, the rancher still planned to get you to marry him. He still planned to take you away. Johnny would never forgive him for that. If not for that, Johnny may have been willing to forget about his plans to get rid of him. Ever since the rancher joined the group, a dark plan had been forming in Johnny’s mind. He wasn’t sure how he would pull it off without alerting the suspicions of either you or Gyro, but he was sure that by the end of the week, he’d have something figured out. 
His plan came to fruition when you found yourselves traveling down a trail that bordered a rather steep cliff. It wasn’t an especially long fall… but it would do the trick. Johnny had to be careful though. He could use Spin or his Stand and you wouldn’t notice, but Gyro had far more experience in using both. He would notice… well he would if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny had been practicing and perfecting his own Spin technique and testing it to see if Gyro would detect it. At first Gyro noticed every single time and wanted to know what Johnny was trying to do, but Johnny would always have a convincing excuse. Eventually Gyro stopped noticing. Even when Johnny was trying to get him to see, Gyro never did. The technique was subtle. Just a slight tipping that would cause whatever was affected by it to go slightly off balance. All it took was to affect the hooves of the rancher’s horse. The man was a decent rider, but not to the level of the three of you. His horse wasn’t as disciplined as a race horse normally was, either. It wouldn’t raise any suspicions if his horse suddenly got a little clumsy. 
“Whoa, boy!” The rancher “Steady now!” 
Johnny turned back to look at him, making an effort to feign concern. You and Gyro turn around, too, just in time to see the rancher lose control of his horse as it stumbles over its own feet. Both horse and rider plummet over the side of the cliff. 
You scream. 
Gyro swears. 
Johnny doesn’t make a sound. He doesn’t even blink.
He remembers people would always talk about traumatic events happening in slow motion. That didn’t happen here. One second the rancher and his horse were there, then they weren’t. It happened so fast that no one could have done much to stop it. Exactly how Johnny planned it. 
The three of you ride up to the edge of the cliff. You start crying. Gyro mutters something in Italian. Johnny just stares impassively upon the body of the man he just murdered. He should feel sick and horrified by what he’d done, but he doesn’t. He feels justified. Accomplished. Satisfied. It isn’t until he sees you dismount your horse to run from the scene that he feels anything that could be considered guilt. 
Gyro places a hand on his shoulder. 
“Go to her, Johnny.” He says solemnly. “I’ll… I’ll take care of things here.” 
Johnny looks into his mentor’s face seeing no trace of suspicion or accusation. He only sees the slightest hint of grief. He couldn’t imagine why. Gyro hadn’t even known the rancher that long. He supposed that it was just sadness at the situation that Gyro felt. Regardless, the only thing Johnny cared about was that Gyro didn’t suspect a thing.  
He steers Slow Dancer in the direction you ran to. He finds you sobbing into your hands while leaning against a tree. He rides up on Slow Dancer and slides off of her to plop onto the ground next to you. 
He doesn’t get a chance to say anything before you’ve flung your arms around him and are soaking his shirt with your tears. He pulls you closer, trying his best to not grin. He missed this. You and him being close. 
“I’m sorry,” he says. 
Johnny doesn’t know why he said that. He isn’t at all sorry for what he did, and he isn’t sorry for your loss either. He’s glad your annoying fanboy is gone. Though, “sorry” is what you’re supposed to say in situations like this, right? Though the longer you cry and wail, the more annoyed with it he gets. It isn’t your crying that bothers him so much as the reason you’re crying. Why were you shedding tears over that guy? You’ve known Johnny much longer. He should mean more to you than that guy ever did. Why are you carrying on like this for a guy that was little more than an acquaintance? 
It wasn’t that Johnny didn’t care about your feelings, he just wanted you to remember your feelings for him. You did have feelings for him, didn’t you? Maybe that was the problem? Maybe you needed to be reminded of just how important Johnny was to your life? Maybe he needed to show you just how much you needed him? 
Yes, Johnny knew how selfish and awful he was being, but he didn’t care. He’s always been selfish for as far back as he can remember. It’s probably part of the reason people kept abandoning him. You would never be allowed to leave him though. Even if you didn’t love him… even if you hated him… Johnny would make sure you never abandoned him like everyone else. The dark determination within him had never burned brighter.
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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 10 months
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A little donut - Yandere! Giorno Giovanna x reader
So I did a darling playing with Josuke’s hair some time ago, and now I’m having brain rot thinking about Giorno’s hairstyle. In short American darling seems to have a psychotic break, compares Giorno’s hair loops to donuts and then he proceeds to fluster them in return. Specific donuts mentioned are the preservative filled hostess powdered donuts. This is just a fic for funsies
He was puzzled at your request for these things considering he could literally get you the best dessert in Italy with a snap of his fingers. However he decided to indulge your craving for these artificial things, it involved little work to get them and didn’t involve you going out. Also you actually spoke to him for once since he brought you into his home, which caught the blond just slightly off guard. Perhaps your walls were ever so slightly beginning to crumble?
Nevertheless you received your treat from overseas within a week or so. Made sure to be fresh (as far as they could be in his eyes anyway). A slower afternoon when he wasn’t deep into work, you were with him on a small table. Everything set up for tea, including your selected indulgence for the day. You weren’t quite as anxious as you usually were when the two of you ate together, your eyes clearly fixated on your newly obtained prize. Giorno couldn’t help but purse a small smile, it was like observing a cat with catnip almost.
He noted you had played about three of the small confections on your plate. Before gently pinching up one with your index and thumb, a bit of the powder flaking into your dish as you did so. A bite or two later and the first one had vanished, but you didn’t proceed to grab the second.
“You know your hair reminds me of donuts…”
The blond about choked on his spit, at the seemingly random nature of the question. There was a snort of laughter from a distance where Mista was sitting. Giorno paid no mind, honestly it was rather amusing. After a few stunned seconds of blinking, and soaking up this attention he chuckles.
“That’s a rather cute comparison” He responded
“The way you style it…” you squirmed in your seat “just reminds me of that, and I was wondering how you, do it”
“I could show you if you’d like” He directly offered to satisfy your curiosity.
Cautiously you accept the offer, knowing it was feeding right into his obsession. Though it was exceedingly difficult, even outright impossible to get any outside human interaction. So this event would have to suffice.
The following morning he woke you up to see his routine, you were absolutely not used to his messier than usual hair. Nor the fact it was all cascading down slightly curly from the braid he usually kept it in. You weren’t going to lie, his golden locks were attractive just sitting around his shoulder blades.
“You know, you should help me…” He mused to you while brushing his hair out in front of his bathroom mirror.
“I don’t know about that, I uh…don’t want to ruin your hair before you talk with whichever people you meet” You awkwardly deflect, however you see the slight mischievous look in his eyes.
“If I show you how, there won’t be a risk of messing up, I’ll walk you through everything” He hummed gesturing you closer
As much as you wanted to back up, something unseen to your own eyes was allowing no exit. You sigh at the grave mistake you had made yesterday. This is what you get for teasing the mad man who kept you under lock and key. How else were you supposed to keep your sanity? You didn’t want to admit either that Giorno probably knew this would’ve been an inevitability.
You jumped as a gentle touch of one of his arms drew you closer. He firmly asked you to hand him one of the items on the counter. Before shortly asking you to help with certain gestures and guiding your hands through certain bits of his hair. You were momentarily in awe at its softness once touching it.
“Do you enjoy my hair now that you get to feel it?” he mused casually You weren’t sure if you should respond to that.
“I do think we should do this more often however, I think I like the way you put my gel in my hair and of course your braiding is gorgeous y/n” He continued on.
You could tell he was slightly teasing and you were internally freaking out how much your hands would touch. As if he hadn’t been laying in bed a time or two with you.
“dammit…” you mumbled under your breath,
This is where everything falls apart.
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ophelian-darling · 11 months
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hiiii!! can you write something with giorno with prompts 46 and 63? in which giorno lets darling out after months to meet up with some old friends (of course he has to be there too) and one of them (either girl or boy, it's up to you) is wayyyy too touchy with darling? and he gets jealous and possessive, wanting to go home as soon as possible.
and darling tries to calm him down, telling him that she only loves him and they cuddle & kiss aajahhaaha
you can also do it with gn reader, but i would like female. how you are more comfortable with!! much love <3
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"I don't like them, don't ask me to be nice"
"A friend ? you call them a friend when they have their hands and eyes all over your body ?"
TW: Jealousy, Obsession, Possessiveness, Implied emotional manipulation.
enjoy ♡
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The room basked in a warm shade of morning sun; casting its joy through the air to your smiling face as you stood in front of the vanity mirror, admiring your dolled reflection with glinting eyes. Giorno blessed your morning with good tidings: you were finally allowed to go out- not exactly what he told you, but it meant having some gentle breeze and sunshine caresses nonetheless.
Your Sweetheart said that he had an important matter to attend to, and it would be nice if you accompanied him (There was no way you'd refuse, memorizing the corners of the Villa exhausted your mind) and you gladly accepted. He mentioned the presence of his most trusted subordinates and close friends, and you couldn't be happier, a sweet excitement blinking in your eyes.
"Aren't you the prettiest?" it fell from his tongue, sugary in words and adoring in tone. Everything he says casted a certain magic on you that made you forget how intolerable he was with his jealousy and strict with his instructions concerning you: from your clothing, choice of words and comportment. Blamed be anything that pulled on the strings of his head whenever it was about you: other people's stares, pricks of the tiniest thorn or could be even a drift of air; to him, you were something that meant to be put on a pedestal, more of a porcelain marionette that its sob was a shatter. 
A shy smile toned your lips while a heat bloomed on your cheeks. These simple words felt like a pink cloud; soft and loving in a way so special another human couldn't know how to offer. Despite all of his thorns, Giorno carried a constant love for you, for all your flaws and each speck of dust you stepped on, for every breath you took and word you uttered. His tiring Jealousy was dark, but a side to the brightness of his affection's moon; none of it was out of pure malice.
He plastered a quick kiss to your cheek "We're not going to take long, just five minutes and we will come back home again. If you're a good girl, I'll consider taking you somewhere nice" 
You nodded. the same dreamy smile contouring your face with warmth. 
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"Buongiorno, Don Giovanna!" a brunette greeted, with a soft voice of a spring rain. as you both stepped into the small orchard, her appearance welcomed you next.
Lovely. She was lovely, in every letter of the word and in every meaning of a tongue. 
Her skin, tan as a cloud's shadow, glowed under the morning's sun, refined as fine silk and smooth as fair sand. Her eyes sang for most of her loveliness- sorrel shade of brown, one of a rosewood or an orchid flower. you couldn't help but to stare. she smiled at you, revealing a row of pearls in her mouth.
"Welcome, Signora Giovanna, it's a pleasure to see you at last!" she swan gracefully, showing her full front; up from her amphora-shaped neck, middling to her tender cleavage and down to her hips that wrapped felinely under a pencil skirt.
Your shy smile must have conveyed something else for her. as she extended her hand for you, you took it a little stronger than you intended, causing her to pull you a little bit closer as to ease your nerves with a friendly gesture. Now looking at her through a distance she deserved to be beheld at, you noticed how a dark mole complimented under her left eye, as if it was a speck of black pearl's dust.
"Nice to see you Belladonna" 
"T-thank you" you gave her another grateful smile. 
"You're as pretty as I heard. no wonder that the Don is being such a genie" she chuckled, pulling on your heartstrings even more "He has quite a fair treasure. you're really something yourself, Signora" 
A laugh was all that you had to offer, words on your tongue weren't enough to mirror her flattery, one that kissed heat on your cheeks. She was just so sweet. 
"Tesorina?" It jumped to your attention now that her hand was still on yours. 
You glanced at your side, where Giorno stood up: his face twisted into sullen lineaments, green eyes darkened just a tad under. you conned all of his expressions as much as you remembered the palm of your hand; your heart sank at how a pleasant walk outside was bound to be ruined from the very first minutes, all thanks to a woman you barely knew. 
He pursed his lips in one tight line. as he ushered with his head to his side, you caught the drift and walked up to him.
"We're going home, now" 
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"You do seem eager to gloat yourself in other people's attention, as if I don't give you enough already" 
"She was just being nice! none of what you're thinking was actually happening!" 
"Now having the audacity to lie in my face and deny what I've seen?!" 
"Nothing actually happened!" your hands flew around your head, while you did your best to compose your tone to be still. While he maintained his own anger at times you argued, he didn't want to hear your voice get louder at him in return. experiencing quarrels with him many times before, you knew that you were able to pacify things from your side by not fighting back, and saying what he wanted to hear the most.
"Gio…" you drew a meek smile "I don't have eyes on her at all. in fact, I don't see anyone else aside from you" 
His face remained still, clearly unimpressed by your words. you had to try better than this, and taking a step closer to him would start it.
"I'm really sorry if you've seen something you didn't like, but please believe me when I say that she didn't do anything direct to me, nor did I like her in any sense. She was just acting like a friend" 
He quirked an eyebrow "A friend? you call her a friend when she has her hands and eyes all over your body? you can't be this naive"
You felt a flutter in your heart. surely his paranoia was concerning ; yet you couldn't help but to feel a pang of guilt at letting him think that you weren't interested in him anymore. The idea of you preferring someone else over him was still carved in his head, and probably will never be erased unless you manage to prove your true loyalty to him. 
"Did she? I didn't notice at all. but can you please be a little nicer next time in front of others? it was rude to treat someone like that" you rested your palms on his shoulders, now looking straight through his eyes.
"Don't ask me to be nice, everyone knows who you are and who I am. I don't like how she expects you to simply speak to her as if you aren't my wife" 
"Aww!" you just laughed, planting a kiss in hopes of softening his rigid face. He is handsome- a smile on his lips meant a heaven full of stars to you.
Warmly, he enveloped you in a tender embrace, thumbs cosseting the sides of your cheek. You let yourself melt in his form, feeling his lulling pulse and kneading lips on your ribs and face, never feeling so revered than ever. 
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The description of the female character included in this piece was inspired from this oc.
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bygiornogiovanna · 11 months
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Back to what we were
a small yandere! giorno one shot because I love this man so much
actually, it isn't small at all oopsie. I got carried away.
warnings: implied yandere themes, implied stalking, giorno still considers you are together, manipulating
also, i don't know if my previous post was seen, but my requests have been opened again. send me your ideas!
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Everything went quiet.
The chatter stopped the moment he opened the door.
You felt your knees getting weak when you saw his tall figure. It felt like time stopped the second he stepped inside the room.
With his blonde locks resting gracefully on his shoulders and his head held high, he exuded a superior air. The power he gave off was intoxicating.
His presence was overwhelming.
Every pair of eyes was laid on the influential man walking across the room. Even you couldn't break away from his spell over the public.
You, who weren't supposed to be there.
Actually, he wasn't supposed to be there. Because you worked there and he didn't.
You and Giorno broke things off a long time ago. At least, that's what it felt like.
In reality, only a few months passed. And, during those months, you couldn't say you were the happiest without him. You missed him much, but your pride kept you from returning to him. Especially since you were the one that broke the relationship.
Your gaze dropped as soon as he stared around the meeting room as if searching for something. His vigilant eyes quickly caught your figure, but he kept up the show.
"Is L/N Y/N here?" His voice rang through the room, pretending to not know exactly where you were, hiding behind your documents.
Your best friend leaned to you, his gaze moving between you and the blonde. He whispered- "Why is our new boss searching for you?"
Wait what? New boss? How?
Even though that would explain what he was doing here.
"New boss?" you whispered back, almost inaudible. Your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest that you were afraid it would get out.
"Yeah, how didn't you know? Mr. Giovanna became our boss a few weeks ago. It's said he bought the company from Diavolo." Before your friend could say anything else, Giorno's suave voice was heard again.
"I'm not aware of how the last boss let you treat him, but when I ask something, I expect answers. Immediately. I also hate repeating myself."
You rolled your eyes at his remark, but you remained quiet. You didn't want to speak with him. You preferred him being mad at everyone in the room, rather than seeing him for the first time in so long.
However, your plans were ruined by one of your coworkers, who almost yelled - "Yes, they're right there!" while pointing to you. You shot a deadly glare across the room, from where your coworker sat.
"Y/N, stand up, please. I can't see you." Giorno said, but the words sounded more like an order. Not wanting to make a scene, you sighed deeply and got up from your seat. "Good. Thank you for telling me, miss Hannah. You, come with me."
You shot another glare in Hannah's direction and got your things. "I'll be back." you murmured to your best friend and followed Giorno outside the meeting room.
Not a word could be heard until you got into what you supposed was his office now, and even then, he didn't say anything. He sat down in his chair, his emerald eyes eating you up.
"Okay. What the hell is happening here? Why are you here? How did you get this position? Why don't you leave me alone?" you said, trying to sound like you were mad at him. Honestly, you were just confused.
The corner of his lips rose, forming half an arrogant smile. You felt your heart flutter, and you bit the inside of your cheek.
"That's no way of speaking to your boss, is it now?" he said calmly, but your head was spinning with the need to know, not giving a damn about his role now.
"Cut the bullshit! I didn't even know you were my boss until like, what, five minutes ago?" you kept your attitude while Giorno just extended his lips into a full smile. However, his eyes weren't smiling back at you.
"I suggest you lower that tone of yours and change your attitude, sweetheart. If you are not aware, I'm the one who is in charge now. I could fire you any second. Perhaps, I should." The coldness hidden in his calm voice sent shivers down your spine.
You roll your eyes, annoyed, and he signals you to sit down. He was right. He did have the power to do it, given his new position. "Fine, I apologize for my behavior. I'm just...confused, to say the least. You were okay with us breaking up, and now you are in my life again. As my boss, but still. I thought that's where our paths diverged. Why are you here?"
"Well, I think you know my dream is to make Italy a better place. Meaning I need to absolutely get rid of drugs. And I'm pretty sure I never agreed on our break up"
"What does that mean? I asked you if you are okay with us parting ways and you said yes!" Probably the combination of shock and confusion that was displayed on your face right now was more than funny, considering the giggle that left his pretty lips.
What am I thinking?!
"Oh, my silly little bunny...You are so funny sometimes."
You raised your brow at his remark.
"What do you mean? I'm pretty sure you did agree." After he realized you were serious, his smile dropped. You felt shivers running down your spine and it suddenly felt like the temperature went down.
"I told you I'm only giving you a break. You really thought I'll let you leave forever?"
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thecw-unicorn · 1 year
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Yandere! Giorno Drabble
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The lovely, beautiful, stunning, and amazing @mrsgiovanna is hosting a Giorno month for his birthday in April, and as soon as I saw those yandere prompts I just HAD to write something so here’s my contribution!!!
TW: toxic behavior/relationship
He had given you another gift.
It was too much. The way he’d look at you. The way he’d talk to you. So loving, so sickening.
As if he wasn’t responsible for the panic attacks, the endless hours of weeping, begging to be let go. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly incapable of being broken.
You often cycled between sadness and anger most days, often accompanied by helplessness. Every day was a battle to find the will to even get out of bed.
The locket sits in front of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, intent on an answer. “…it’s lovely.” You answer. It was the truth. A rose shaped locket, with delicate moonstones as the leaves surrounding it. It was beautiful, and yet you couldn’t stand to look at it. “I really don’t need it, Giorno. This is too much.” You were surprised at how fast the words came out. As if the barrier holding you back had suddenly burst. Giorno chuckles slightly, leaning forward and gently grasping your hand, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain. “I just want you to have the loveliest things, amore.” He mumbles. He gives you a sweet smile, and raises your hand up, and places a small kiss on it.
“Would you like me to put it on?” He asks. “Umm..sure” you quietly reply. He smiles, then steps behind you, taking great care to gently sweep your hair over your shoulder. He takes his time to place the necklace around your neck, and clicks the button in place, straightening it up one last time, and smoothing out your soft hair. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to admire it. He’s always loved your hair, and frequently insisted on styling it for you, opting to braid it most of the time, with specific flowers threaded throughout. His action causes heat to spread across your face, silently thankful he was behind you.
He never failed to make you blush, much to your annoyance. He could cause your anguish and deep bottomless pit of despair, and yet would be the only one to comfort you. He’d give you the most beautiful and unique flowers. He’d hold you in his arms on the worst nights. You hated it. You hated how good it felt. You hated how he would cause you to retreat to your room, trapping you with nothing but your emotions (most prominently your sadness and anger), and how after a few days, he’d lure you out with sweet and cooed words without fail. You hated the confusion of it all.
“Is everything all right, cara? You seem distracted.” Giorno asks, jolting you from your thoughts. He’d already sat back down in front of you. He could always tell. Know every single thing about you in that one moment. It made you feel hopeless, or like a glass statue, made to be seen through. “I just miss my family.” You said, doing your best to seem as sad as possible. He always got overwhelmed by your tears. That was the one thing you felt you had over you. He may have just about all of Italy in the palm of his hand, but you held his heart. At least, that’s what he told you. It was hard to believe, with the extreme isolation from anybody that wasn’t him, or his immediate close friends. He’s always treated you gently, almost loving. Despite this, you didn’t trust him. Physically, he can do anything to you whenever he wanted, although he vehemently swore to never ever raise a hand to you, and that promise has remained truth in your time with him. But still, his muscular and tall, imposing figure still kept that fear alive.
You heard him exhale sharply, and can see the clenching of his chin. Whether it was from your sad tone, or the mention of your family, you weren’t sure. You knew how much he didn’t like it when you brought up your past, especially your family and friends. “Amore, we’ve been through this.” The annoyance was clear in his voice and face. You could feel your blood running cold. Would this be it? The final straw? He hated repeating himself, he told you, and you’ve mentioned your family a few times. How much more of this talk would he handle? You shudder to think what he would do if you had pushed them too far. He sighs. “They have their own lives. And we have ours here together.” He says after a tense and uncomfortable silence. He sees the impact on your face, the way your shoulder crumbles in defeat. He didn’t hate your family, not truly anyways. He merely wished you would stop concerning yourself with them. It’d only cause more heartache.
“Can’t I just see them? One last time, to say goodbye. Then I won’t mention them ever again. I promise. Please.” You emphasized, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help them, but you knew they would affect Giorno even more so. He closes his eyes and turns away, not able to stand the sight of you crying as you suspected. He hated it when you begged. It reminded him of all the other people who would come to him, begging for his assistance with whatever task. How they’d go on their knees, particularly sobbing and swearing to do whatever for him. Seeing you begging like the others made his stomach churn. You were different, you were special. The others most of the time were by no means decent. You were, and so much more. You shouldn’t have to grovel the way the others did for his attention and aid. You are so much more special than the others, and you couldn’t even realize it most of the time.
“Cara…” he starts. “You know I would give you anything and everything your heart desires. But that is too dangerous.” You shouldn’t have been surprised. Anytime you asked about your friends or family, or going outside the villa, you were always denied on the basis of the danger. Not once have you ever seen or heard of these so-called dangers he feared so greatly would come upon you. “You are my wife. I vowed to keep you safe, and I will do anything to achieve that.”
You cringed, feeling your stomach turn. You detested when he referred to you as that. You didn’t consent to this life, to this mockery of a marriage between the both of you. You remember that day. Or specifically, that night. You were dreading the idea of getting intimate with him, and could hardly eat any of the finely prepared food that was served to you that day. That night, the both of you retreated to your luxurious hotel room, Giorno had attempted, (for a lack of a better word) to consummate the marriage. He’d kissed you gently, several times, patiently waiting and seeing if you gave consent, and attempted to rouse you, slowly sliding your dress off. You couldn’t remember what happened next, everything being an emotional blur. Whether he said something, or the reality of it all came crashing down, you were then sobbing, retreating to the bathroom, and spent the rest of the night hiding. You could barely face him the next morning. After that, Giorno hadn’t tried to be any more intimate than a kiss.
“And yet, there’s been no threats. Ever.” You said, it coming out much more spiteful than intended. “That you know of.” Giorno adds. “I may not tell you much, but believe me, there is much more happening than you realize.”
Of course there was. You thought. Of course, there’s some big bad guy out there who wants to do nothing more than to hurt me.
“I don’t want you worrying about those things. You don’t need to know. You tell others I’m nothing more than a monster, when all I do is try to protect you!” He said, desperate to get you to understand his point. He had one final gambit for your understanding.
“Just today. There was an intruder in the gardens.” He quietly revealed. “He had pictures. Of you. He obviously had help and there are others…but the goal is clear. He is just the first.”
You were stunned. Is this true? Surely, it couldn’t be. As if reading your mind, he pulls a folder from the drawer of his desk. Inside, you quickly identify photos of…you. He wasn’t lying to keep you here. He wasn’t exaggerating to make you frightened of the big, bad, scary outside world. You could see the various angles of you. In the garden, mostly. Reading, looking at the flowers, or just staring off in the distance. The images of you were brief, mostly obscured by the surrounded area, as whoever took the photos did their best to remain hidden and unidentified. You could feel the fear creeping in. You really were in danger. There really was people out there who wanted to hurt you for no reason other than to hurt Giorno.
Speaking of, he immediately picks up on your change in demeanor. You couldn’t remember what happened next, only that his warmth enveloped you, keeping you upright so as to not let you fall. His cologne filled your senses, now more comforting and familiar than ever. He gently strokes your soft hair, inhaling it’s scent. The action is awkward, as if he could barely keep his own hand from shaking while attempting to comfort you. “Don’t worry;” he cooed, “I won’t let them hurt you. I swear to it”. You could feel the tension easing from your shoulders, giving into him. The tears that fell from you had buried into his clothing. Was he always this way? You wondered. Have I been so blind in my hate and despair? His presence now comforting, as opposed to irritating and overwhelming like before. Maybe he was right. Maybe he is the only one meant to take care of me…
Giorno quietly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to awaken you. He had spent the better deal of the remaining evening and night dealing with the trespasser who intended to take you from him. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hold back on someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt you. You, an innocent, a bystander who’s done nothing to nobody to warrant any kind of harm. The thought of others out there still watching made him enraged and sicken to his gut. He didn’t want to rest, not now, not when there’s others who know of your existence.
You roll over, mumbling slightly in your sleep. He’s spent many a night watching you sleep, often when sleep can’t and won’t find him. He watches as your chest slowly moves up and down, making sure nothing is amiss. You were almost at peace, save for the information he told you earlier, far away from his mental anguish and turmoil at this situation. It hurt him, truly, to see you so frightened and upset, but it was the only way for you to understand. You’d be frightened before, when you first arrived, fearful he’d take your body, your life from you just for the sick pleasure of it. Caging you wasn’t for the sake of keeping you to himself, but for you to be safe from his world of deception, lies, and backstabbing. One he couldn’t have you coming into at any cost necessary. It took time to build some wavering form of trust between both of you. While Giorno would’ve preferred it to happen sooner, knowing you were here and safe made him content enough.
But even now, you weren’t safe. Not in the one place he thought you could be. Not when it was the sole reason he’d brought you here. The knowledge cut deep, to his core nearly. He swore to you, to himself, and the universe he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy. No matter what. He couldn’t help be recall the song he’d once overhear you listening too.
May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds
May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds
May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds…
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yanderememes · 2 years
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Darling when going to a wedding and somehow got the bouquet from the bouquet toss and look at the jojos like 👀 uh oh
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RUN 🏃‍♀️
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aybatz · 15 days
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soft yan! don! giorno giovanna x fem reader
tw: mommy and daddy issues 4 gio and reader. inability to express oneself. mentions of violence and child neglect. yandere prompts used. minors & ageless accs dn interact.
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it was sometime late into the night. the big moon illuminated the room through sheer drapery, highlighting bits of the dressing table till the anatolian rug on the floor. you shuffled under the layers of sheets when you got a glimpse at the dark ambience. then, something else struck you.
his back was hunched, somewhere near the edge of the bed. you couldn't tell if he still had his suit on.
"giorno?" you had never witnessed him sitting unlike the upright posture he always kept.
his back tensed up but at once straightened. he cleared his throat. "yes, mia amata?" you slightly raised your brows at the hesitant note at the beginning. giorno had already twisted his upper body to face you. only the silhouette of his hand on the coverlet was visible.
you tried to hold yourself back. should you just ask or forget about it? sleep through it like any other night? it would feel horribly wrong to offer your voice when you yourself would get nothing in return. but no matter how much you talked yourself into just letting it dissolve in the dark, you couldn't.
you sometimes despised yourself for how fast you softened up at the tiniest emergence of emotions. how it would stop you to think rationally, even with people who didn't deserve your worry nor pity. an aspect of empathy you wouldn't get over.
you walked over to the moonlit desk. the water inside the jug would taste bitter from standing there since the earliest hours, yet you still poured a glass.
"thank you" he phrased, his voice differing from his usual tone. flat. nevertheless, the gratitude in his language didn't go under. after quick but steady gulps, you took the glass from him.
from the desk, you gave him a close look. he had the hallmarks of tiredness and restlessness. his arms were placed on his thighs, limply resting there. it made you think he didn't know what to do with them. looking down, occupied with his own world.
you would hate yourself from that night on for what you would do next. you didn't have a process in mind, not even a real reason when you sat down silently next to him. it felt very foreign... being in the darkness with him all alone, not a single word coming from his mouth. he was the one who would regularly try to keep a conversation, the enthusiasm one-sided.
"... are you okay?" his face was more defined, blond strands gleaming, nose and mouth all in the open. your gaze lingered on his lashes, thick and long. he turned his head to your side. there wasn't a term you could categorize his expression to. not the one you saw him wear around his men - serious and focused. nor the caring side he would offer to you without a single thought.
rather, it was a blank canvas whose monotony took you by surprise. by trying to read what laid behind those green eyes, you wondered how peculiar they looked. dull lashes cornering matt green globes.
he lowered his face. "i..." he waits, giving the impression that he was searching for the right words. "i'm having difficulties out of late." thick silence. "...my thoughts plague me- this is ridiculous," he mutters, lips raised in self-pity. "i can't explain why i'm acting like this - this has nothing to do with you. my apologies, tesora." he shakes his head.
meanwhile you were observing his face - how he bitterly chuckled, mouth agape before entirely shutting. his hand would wash over his countenance. from how much - or less - time you had spent with him, the potential stigma of him freely expressing himself never striked you as a problem. he just didn't want to annoy you. you knew so well yourself. the tension in your shoulders mildly subsided.
"you don't have to force yourself... if there's something you want to get off your chest, i'm all ears, gio." you would have bitten down on your tongue but it didn't matter, really. it strangely happened to be the only route you could have taken.
his eyes lightened up, neck crooked as he watched you in awe. whatever went through his mind - you were positive he was taken back. you had never used his nickname before. it was for the sake of help - in your eyes.
"dolcezza..." he silently swallows. "i'm so grateful. i... see a lot of my past memories resurface." he furrows his brows, concentrated gaze planted on the ground. "it's nothing new, but... this time they've gotten more frequent..." a pregnant pause. "my mother... i never had a close bond with her, yet i can't shrug the thought of her off."
you listened quietly, not knowing what the core reason was. you never cared to ask him about his family, not wanting to risk having his false hopes up. his mother - you had questioned what she looked like, how she carried herself. blonde hair? brown or green eyes? also the obsessive type, with binoculars in her hand, following every single step of her son? or busy in milan with the newest designer brands, living off her son's wealth?
"...i've spent most of my childhood with my stepfather - to my misfortune." he makes a grimace. you imagined the worst when his words reached you. "he would take his anger out on me. i quickly learned how to asses his mood - if he was having problems finacially with mobsters until... it once and for all stopped."
you didn't know how. with how much information you got, you couldn't care less. in a trice, the material of your pyjamas got on your nerves, all icky.
giorno watched you. a quiet scoff made its way out of your mouth, silently billowing in the air. you scrutinized the wall, the ceiling, the wardrobes. suddenly, a soft palm placed itself on top of yours. you were perplexed but swiftly relaxed. the gesture lifted the layer of loathing, a reminder that two could carry the burden.
"tesora, i'm sorry for the ruckus. are you alright?" worry and regret splashed from his voice. "no. it's just... i understand you, giorno. i really do." you eventually gave him permission to read your face - annoyed but adamant. his at the other hand was melancholic, a tad shocked.
"say giorno... what about your mamma?" he could have shrugged it off and told you it was not of importance what little she had contributed in his life. however, he knew you were determined to get to know that part of his story. and so when he uttered the last words, also verbalizing the last time he had seen her as a teenager, you just sat there in utter disbelief.
memories of your own household flashed before your eyes. the violence that haunted you, a routine that showed the only possible way of living. if something was done wrongly, punishment was around the corner. without it, there was no discipline, or else repetition inclined. daddy truly wants what's best for you.
your eyes had adjusted so much, you didn't mind having to blink around. a further squeeze was all it took to pop the bubble. that hand wouldn't be there if it weren't for your pulsing head. you were sensible of how near he was, sticking to your side. warmth and the suave aroma of floral fragrance radiated from him.
so you just sat there, occasionally spotting between him and the floor, paying attention to his face. he was biting down on his lip, looking at the carpet. "giorno," you called his name. with how near his face was, you didn't say any more. he looked down to your mouth, then your orbs. there was little reaction from your side, all warm and fuzzy.
on the spur of the moment his warmth intensified. your heart beat faster, hitting rapidly against your chest when he put his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry amore. sometimes i forget how many of us experience a similar fate... although we never chose it. please, forgive me."
everything around you was thick and vibrating. your chest was heaving, eyelids automatically shutting to avert your view. "love is such a foreign concept for my kind, i hope you’ll teach me how to love, tesora. i'm certain you're more suitable to understand than i'll ever be." his eyes were closed. the statement had the air of total disarrangement. yet, at the same time, he let it go, words leaving the slight upturned curves of his lips.
you were at a loss for words. your brain fumbled to assemble any type of response. “i know how messed up this is. it’s just―there’s no other way I can keep you safe. you make my cold, dead heart feel like it’s beating again.” the same emotions of resentment resurfaced in you, too. your eyes opened up, eventually detaching yourself from his skin.
the sudden loss challenged giorno, the lack of touch making him uneasy. whatever you two had going on here - you weren't going to give in. quite on the contrary - his presence was a constant reminder of him being the innocent lamb of his own vicious cycle.
a soft thud echoed in the bedroom when you laid on your back. you felt sorry for yourself for how little you could indulge the softness of the matress, arms open like a snow angel. you tried not to concentrate too much on the chandelier's weird blue colour or how comically bend the ceiling appeared. nothing really mattered.
you didn't see that giorno was up on his arms. he gradually crept up until he hesitantly laid his head against your spread arm. for how chill you were, you admittingly did not want him heavily weighing on you - until he curled up. his hair dangled from all possible sides, tickling your skin in the process.
you failed to say his name, warning him by moving your arm out. no matter how hard you tried to deny it, there was some tie between you that was not inherently bad. the realization of how similar you were even appalled you. it this with whom you had to work it out?
the roots of his hair felt like silk against your finger pads. minutes passed until he finally loosened up. sometimes he couldn't smother tiny moans, aplogizing quickly with a hand over his mouth. you yourself couldn't quell the longing to relish the warm touch against your chest and side as your joint started to weaken.
“i love you so much i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t here, mia amata."
i hope all the ppl who are victims of child abuse and any other type are safe 🍓 we got this :)
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dark-side-blog3 · 9 months
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Giorno would be one of those yanderes who no one would suspect of being one because of how calm and composed he is most of the time, but it becomes obvious once you look at all the subtle hints in his behavior (overprotective, doting on his darling by gifting out things that he noticed greatly caught their interest, etc.).
Giorno is really weird, if you go back and watch/read from the perspective of people around him (no internal monologue, no moments of Giorno figuring out shit. Just observe as if you are Polpo or Narancia or anyone but the omnipotent reader/viewer).
Giorno is eerily calculating. He doesn’t express emotions the same way everyone else around him does, and he’s good at dismissing the creepy vibes he can’t help but give off. Something is wrong with Giorno, you instinctively know it when you see him, but he’s so good at covering up how cold and calculating he is that everyone just assumes there’s a less sinister reason. Almost everyone, anyways (Leone was onto something, in my opinion).
What it really is that makes Giorno likely to get away with extorting, stalking, blackmailing, and kidnapping his darling is that he’s such an obvious choice for emotionally-challenged-guy-snaps-and-kidnaps-someone that he’s discredited immediately.
Everyone assumes that if Giorno even had the time to develop feelings for someone, it would have to compete with his need for power. And nothing can compete with Giornos obsession for power.
But what they might not think about is that power is power— even if power from complete control over a relationship is considered lower stakes power than running the biggest mafia.
Giorno is just one of those people where it’s so obvious he’d be a possessive megalomaniac that people can’t be bothered to think about it much harder.
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depravitymoon · 26 days
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How long would the the Bucci Gang members harras-I mean court their senpais prior to the kidnapping phase? Under normal circumstances, who would be successful in hiding the yan part of their affection, and who would inevitably slip up during this courtship phase?
Oooo, this ask fits well into talk about mental instability.
60% of this will based on their mental stablilty, 10% is how manipulative they are, and another 10% of it will be based on their own personality, 20% is based on how hard or easy it is for them to go yandere. (Sorry for the math lol).
Tldr: For most of the them, it just depends on when you trigger their Yandere side during the courting phase instead of a time frame. Trish is the best at hiding her yan side. Narancia, Mista, and Fugo will slip up the fastest.
The longer version:
Narancia never really hides that he's yandere. You would just end up brushing off his yandere tendencies as being friendly until he crosses some lines, but once he does that, it's too late. Narancia wouldn't kidnap you, but he will not leave your home when asked to. You probably wouldn't know Narancia was courting you being he's always acted like an over affectionate friend within the 3 to 6 months you knew him.
Mista will kidnap you once to show that he can, but he really just wants to have a 'normal' relationship with you. The reason? Because you found out he's a ruthless mafioso and you wanted no part of Passione nor his violent life. When do you find out? I would say within a year. It's going to make for an awkward 1 year anniversary.
As soon as you wont give Bruno the family he wants, he's kidnapping you. Otherwise, Bruno would just use manipulation tactics to keep you close to him. As long as you do what Bruno says, there will be no need for kidnapping. I would say Bruno's one of the more successful Yandere that can hide it, but he'll slip up when his baby fever shows and he gets too overprotective of you.
Trish plans on kidnapping you as soon as she falls in love with you. Well, not kidnapping. More like ruins your life so feel compelled to only rely on her. She's very good at hiding how yanderu she is thanks to Spice Girl. In fact, it's mainly Spice Girl pulling the strings while Trish can focus on courtship you properly.
For Abbacchio's yandere side, it really depends. Ultimately, as soon as he thinks you're in danger. What makes him yandere is his paranoia of losing such a good person like you to some tragedy. He refuses to lose you like he lost his partner. Abbacchio might be too tsundere to properly court and just stalks you with Moody Blues. You most likely didn't even know he had a crush on you at all.
Yandere Giorno is someone I imagine is successful hiding his Yan tendencies. However, he'll slip up because he does have a power trip thanks to being Don and having GER. You can date Giorno for years and not know what he's really like.
As soon as you piss Fugo off, his Yan colors show. This one I truly have no timeline for because it all depends on what type of darling you are to Fugo. However, Fugo will definitely screw up and will be forced to use yandere tactics to keep you near.
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NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader
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"Come up everyone! This is one of the beautiful sceneries of Naples!" You pointed out, everyone made a wow sound as soon as they saw the beautiful view of the city of Naples, "Wow miss Y/N.. this is such a beautiful view!" a woman spoke, "Of course it is signora.. it's not as beautiful as you though!" you winked, everyone chuckled and the woman was surprised of what you said, "Hey don't steal my most beautiful darling here!" your lover comes up in front of you to face the woman, "Oh I won't sir." the woman giggled,  "I must admit truthfully from the bottom of my heart, both of you are the most entertaining tour guides I've ever found." a man spoke as he walked over to the side of the woman, "Oh really signore? I'm very glad we're the most entertaining ones here." you replied, "I think miss Y/N is better than that fart guy!" a child spoke while they were hugging the woman's leg, pointing out your lover. "Hey Maya that's bad to speak!" the woman scolded, you laughed as your lover reacted like he was devastated, "How dare you call me the fart guy here..!" he cried out sarcastically, "Manners Maya." the man spoke with a sharp tone, the child soon stopped laughing and listened to both of their parents, "We apologize for their behavior.." the woman said, "Oh no, it's fine signora!" you replied with the tone of assurance that it's alright, "Oh my feelings are crushed~!" your lover whined, "You're sounding like a baby here." you scoffed, "A giant baby-" everyone held their laughs except your husband, "Stop the humiliating me!" your lover puffed out their cheeks, "Aw I'm sorry.." you pinched their cheek and shake it a bit, "Speaking of a giant baby, we're done for our tour for today!" you announced, "It was a very nice tour miss Y/N, we hope to see more beautiful places tomorrow." the woman smiled, "I'm very excited to go on another adventure with all of you tomorrow." you spoke, "We'll stay here for around 35 minutes.." the woman said, you and your lover both nodded, "I'll go drink a soda around a vending machine here- I'm thirsty!" you walked off, "Grab me a soda too please!" your lover shouted, you extended your arm out with your hand gesturing a thumbs up as a reply of approval from what your lover said.
While walking your body slowly slumped the more you walk out of distance, you've been in this place for goodness how many times was it? You couldn't count anymore, your eyes turned from looking so lively to instant glare of death. The tour tired the living hell out of you, acting so cheery was especially the most tiring part out of walking in all sorts of places, you were glad your acting skills kept ahold in that moment- in fact never did anyone noticed that you were acting for the past years, a fake personality, a fake smile, fake acting. Even your lover doesn't know you're acting too, 'God my throat is so dried..' your thoughts said, still searching for a vending machine you finally found one, quickly walking to the vending machine pulling out your wallet to get cash, "How much was it again..?" your vision was blurry for a moment out of exhaustion while you tried to look more closer at the displayed price on the vending machine, "Uhmm.." you squinted your eyes trying to look more closer, "Good evening Signora." a voice of a man suddenly spoke from behind, you flinched and quickly turned your head to where the voice came from, "I apologize, did I disturb you?" you saw a man with long golden blonde hair with a strange hairstyle, his outfit that revealed his chest out with the symbol of a huge heart on his clothing- he looked very beautiful and elegant at the same time, you gazed for a moment but shook your head out of your thoughts. "Ah no Signore.. you can use it first!" you nervously chuckled extending both of your arms in a welcome gesture, pointing it to the vending machine, "If you insist." the beautiful man walked to the vending machine starting to pick out what he wanted, you sat over the bench just beside the vending machine and waited, your mind was getting foggy and your legs felt numb, you wanted to relax for a while before going back but remembering you have to go back to give your lover the soda he requested, 'Ugh I wish he magically walks over here..!' you whined in your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowed together while you tap your foot on the ground. The beautiful man suddenly sat beside you and offered you a can of coke, "I hope this is to your liking, please accept it if you do." the man calmly said.
You were taken aback by his actions, you didn't know what to say or do, I mean you did need the soda because of thirst but taking one made you think to yourself that maybe you're being too greedy. Quickly thinking of what you decided to take his offering, you grabbed the soda out his hand and immediately opened to drink it, you gulped the soda as if you were drinking for your life, "Aaahh~" you exhaled out after drinking the can of coke, you realized that you drank without even thanking the man who gave you the can, "Thank you for the soda Signore!" you thanked him loudly, the man was flinched a little from how you thanked him, "It's my pleasure." "Why did you give me one though?" you asked, "I just happen to saw you and noticed how exhausted you were, If I may ask is everything alright?" you turned your gaze to the soda you were holding on your lap, "Well-" you stopped for a moment and sighed, "Just from my job that's all.."  you took a sip from the can, "I've been acting so differently from my job and outside of it- It gets me quite tired easily." you lightly chuckled, "I'm listening." the man spoke and took a sip on his can, "I dislike how I have to fake everything, I want to be like myself in any platform- but being a tour guide and entertaining the people at the same time can prevent me from doing it." your eyes felt like it was growing tears at the corners of it, "I see.." the man replied, "Signora, I do not know what your next intentions are, but please do know to always look over yourself.." you turned your head to him, seeing his green emerald eyes staring at yours, "I will signore, maybe someday I will, who knows?" you shrugged, the man's expression turned into worry after you've said that, "Do you have anyone to look over you? You're a beautiful woman I have to say, but hearing those words from you grows my worry." the man said with a sharp tone, you held your laugh with your cheeks visibly puffing out, "What are you holding your laugh for?" the man asked, "Oh- nothing! It's just that we're strangers, we just met though you're worried?" you laughed, the man's eyes widen from your response, "You don't know who I am signora?"
"No..?" you raised a brow, "Who are you anyway?" the man smile "I'm Giorno Giovanna, How about you signora?" your lips made an O-shape after knowing his name, "I'm Y/N L/N." you introduced, "Giorno huh.." you rubbed your chin, Giorno looked at how you stared at him- you expression making it look like you're suspicious of him, he felt so nervous- what if you knew he was a Mafia boss? He hoped you didn't recognize him, otherwise if you did he thought you might ignore him and run away. You clapped both of your hands together catching Giorno's attention back, "Oh I know!" Giorno tilted his head a little, him confused. "How about I call you Giogio?" you widely smiled, Giorno was speechless, was he really getting a nickname from you? This was rare, no one ever gave him a nickname ever since, meaning this was his first time to ever have someone give him a nickname, "R-really?" Giorno pointed to himself while stuttering in his words, "Me? Giogio..?" he asked with his eyes filled with amusement, "Yeah! isn't it a cool nickname?" you answered, Giorno's heart felt like it was stirring in excitement, his stomach felt like it had butterflies, "Yeah, it sure is.." Giorno replied, "Alright Giorno Giovanna, you're Giogio from now on!" you offered a fist bump gesture, Giorno was confused from what you were offering- "Come on fist bump fist bump!" Giorno raised his hands slowly- still confused on what to do, he imitated your hand gesture but still not knowing how it works, you took his wrist and bumped his knuckles on yours, "There a fist bump!" you chuckled, "That was a.. fist bump?" Giorno asked confusingly, "Yeah! How do you not know what it is?" Giorno knew to himself that he spent his days on work and education at the same time, he wasn't aware of what's happening outside so this was new to him. Before you could speak again  you remembered your tour, you quickly took a look at your wrist watch seeing it was almost 10 minutes before the tourists leave, "Ah! I have to go now-" you stood up, Giogio flabbergasted he asked "Where are you off to?" with a hint of worry in his voice, "Going back to work and my lover is waiting so.." you answered, "Welp I'll see you later! Or someday perhaps?" you giggled, "So long Giogio! it was nice to meet you! And so then Giorno watched you disappear in the distance.. He hoped to see you again, though he wanted to find out who was your lover, he'll just have eliminate them if they ever find out.
But if fate denies, he has no choice but to twist it.
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After returning the family back to their hotel location, you now sat with your lover at a hill, gazing at the stars above in the night sky, "What took you 20 minutes in the vending machine?" your lover asked, "Hm? Oh, I met this man.." your lover suddenly concerned, "A man? Did he do something?" you quickly turned your head to him and shook both of your hands in denial, "No no! He was very nice, he even bought me a soda." you returned back to gazing at the stars, "His name was Giorno Giovanna, and let me tell you he had a weird type of clothing!" you chuckled, "Giorno Giovanna huh.. that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard it around my neighborhood before but can't clearly recall it." your lover shrugged, "Hmm is that so..?" you nodded multiple times in acknowledgement, "Yep, anyways let's go back- it's getting cold here and I am shivering!" your lover whined and hugged your arm, "How about we watch a movie when we get back?" you asked, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea!" your lover responded, "Let's go to a nearby convenience store here and buy food!" your lover offered, you nodded in response and both of you stood up to go to a convenience store. 
Meanwhile in the convenience store, you and your lover both picked up a few chips and sweets- along with soft drinks and juice boxes. After purchasing your lover carried the bags and you both walked out of the convenience store, you both talked about the random stuff both of you can think about, animals, nature, zodiacs, art, you name it. You were both a few more miles close to returning back home, while walking you both heard a loud sound, almost as if it was a scream of a man in agony, though you both thought that maybe you guys were being delusional? "Should we check where it came from..?" you asked, your lover only stood silent for a moment "Yeah I think we should.. let's sneak." your lover spoke, you both nodded and sneaked over to where it came from, you both assumed it was at a nearby corner behind an apartment, you both slowly walked over to the corner- not daring to make a sound, you both heard a crying man pleading for mercy "Please I won't sell anymore I swear!" suddenly a sound of a loud punch arrived, "This is the 4th time and number 4 is a curse!" a different voice spoke, "That's enough Mista, I think I've heard enough of his words."  another voice spoke, though that voice sounded familiar- you pushed your lover back and tried peeking out the corner, slowly peeking you saw a man on his knees blood all over his face- he looked like he was beaten up, you saw another man stood with his back facing your direction, his hair looked familiar- long and the color of gold and blonde, along him was a man with tiger pattern clothing and a crop top with patterns of an x all over. The long haired man turned his head at the side, then you saw a glimpse of his face- leaving you to immediate shock and fear, his face looked like the man you met earlier, it was way too much like him, just from his hair it proved it was him. Your breath hitched and you quickly held your lover's hand and ran back, "Wait- wait what's happening?!" your lover said while you still held his hand tightly- sprinting fast as you could, "We're in danger- we need to get back as quick as possible." your lover was speechless, he didn't know what to say anymore at this point, all he could ever do was run with you as fast as he could. After that night, you both didn't dare to speak about it again, it both terrified you to the guts, especially you witnessing it with your bare eyes.
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It was the afternoon of the day, touring your visitors of Italy, it was  the 5th day of their vacation in Italy. "Is everyone hungry here or is it just me?" you joked, but in fact you were actually hungry as it was exactly 12 in the afternoon, "Today everyone we'll be going to Italy's famous and delicious restaurant!" you announced, "Yay! Mommy are we going to eat pizza?" the child spoke excitingly, "Little one, fact here we Italians love pizza! So of course there's pizza." you smiled, the child became more excited and happily jump around on their seat in excitement. "Looks like someone's extremely excited." your lover chimed in while driving, "I've tasted Italian food before I actually went to this country-" the man said, "Really? What food is it?" you asked, "I think it was called black ink squid pasta-" you clapped both of your hands together, "Oh that! That meal taste so good I can never get tired of eating it!" you responded, "I'd sure love to taste one too if there is one." the woman spoke, "Surely there is one in the menu, that food cannot be missed by the visitors of Italy!" suddenly feeling the car stopping you all arrived at the restaurant, you immediately went out of the car to open the door for the tourists, "Wow this restaurant looks so luxurious!" the surprised woman spoke "Agreed." the man replied, "And that's why it's rated as one of the best restaurants!" you happily spoke, as soon as everyone got off the vehicle you and your lover both opened the door for them to enter and both led them to the booked seats, before you both could leave you were stopped by the woman and offered that both of you should eat with them, well both of you and your lover could use some energy to restore- so you both agreed.
After food arrived you all peacefully ate, it had been a long time since you ate in 5 star restaurant, the best part here was it was free because it was offered to both you and your lover, "This food taste so good!" the child spoke with the pasta sauce all over their face, "We can totally tell." your lover responded, making everyone giggle. You loved eating with people you get along, this was like a family reunion or meeting your friends back in college, while eating another vehicle arrived at the front of the restaurant- surprisingly the car was a black limousine, you assumed this person was very rich as hell, the door opened and you saw a foot land out, the person stood up and entered the restaurant, "Good afternoon signore Giorno Giovanna." At that moment you were at the edge of almost choking on your food, there stood the man named Giorno Giovanna, wearing the same clothes you met him before. Your eyes quickly became terrified- the flashback of what happened last night came back, you tried to calm down when you were already panicking as soon as you saw him, you grabbed the menu nearby hoping that he won't recognize you from afar, 'Out of all the places this is what he picked?!' you internally cried out, you tightly hold the menu right infront your face, scrunching your shoulders hoping to be more hidden. But unfortunately  he did saw a glimpse of your face and approached your table, 'Shit shit shit- please don't be here!' "Good afternoon Signoras and Signores." a familiar voice spoke, 'Ah uccidimi..' "Oh! Good afternoon sir." the woman spoke, "Wow this guy looks so cool!" the child pointed out, "Is that you Y/N?" you flinched as he said your name, slowly sliding the menu down you saw his face "Oh- heyy.. Giogio..." you said in an awkward tone,"Giogio? wait- wait Giorno?!" your lover said spoke as if he was very shocked, "This was the man you met?! The don of Passio-" Giorno made a loud ehem sound- making your lover instantly stop speaking, "Don of what?" you questioned, not knowing what a don was. "It's so nice to see you again, Y/N." Giorno smiled at you, seeing him right in front of you sent chills in your spine, you just saw this man watching his ally beat someone up now he's right here right now?!
"Heh.. same goes to you..! yeah.." you spoke nervously, "I apologize for disturbing your eating session, I just wanted to greet Y/N here." you glanced at your lover who had their face expression still in shock, "U-um, that's too nice of you Giogio! you didn't have to.." you lightly chuckled, "Well have a nice afternoon Signore and Signoras, and Y/N." he gazed right in your eyes when he said your name, both of you had a moment of eyes locked to each other and you immediately broke it off, before Giorno could leave your table he whispered something to your lover's ear and your lover nodded in response. Giorno finally leaving your table you felt a bit relieved, a bit relieved because he was actually going to eat in this restaurant too, you quickly finished your food and told the others that you were going to wait outside in the vehicle, you felt so uncomfortable in that restaurant, you felt like Giorno was watching you while you sat there eating in a haste, it just made you want to vomit everything out of your stomach. You rubbed your temples out of distress but your lover soon came out of the restaurant a while after you, he walked over to your side and stood there silently, his face looked blank which made you worried, "Are you alright darling?" you asked placing your hand on his shoulder, your lover sighed and nodded, you were for sure your lover wasn't okay- trying to find the reason why he wasn't, you recalled of Giorno's whisper to him, "Did Giorno say something to you?" you saw your lover's eyes widen, "No no- nothing bad at all, just something is running in my mind that's all." your lover responded, "Okay.." you went back to standing idly while leaning on the vehicle, waiting for the visitors to finish eating they finally came out and you and your lover went back in action.
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You and your lover finally finished another day of touring the tourists, you laid back on the couch while watching the television while your lover was taking a shower, He told you that he had something to show you, you looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing it was 7pm, what could he be showing this night? Maybe a date night? Some flowers and romantic music in the background, while candles surround the table and a prepared meal on the tabl- you heard a door click, turning your head revealed your lover dressed up, you sat up and asked him, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise darling." your lover responded, you stood up approached him- wrapping your arms around his and both of you went out.
While walking you kept asking him out of curiosity where you both were going but he still refused to answer, you badly wanted to know as curiosity kept poking you, "Pleaseeee can I know now?" you pleaded, "Nopeee~" your lover teased, you sulked as he said his last no, your lover chuckled knowing you were now in a bad temper but as he patted your head you completely changed your mood, you loved your lover dearly so you couldn't stay mad at him. You both suddenly stopped in your tracks, you noticed and looked towards where you both stopped on- and there you saw what you imagined of, the romantic set up- roses everywhere, table on the food, candles, the smell of aroma surrounding the whole place, this was so unexpected! You immediately blushed as soon as you saw this place, "Oh my.." your lover pulled out the fancy looking chair gesturing you to sit down, your heart fluttered and you accepted his offering- you sat down on the chair and he pushed the chair a bit as you sat down, "I love you- but the don gets what he wants.." your lover said, leaving you confused shock- what did he mean by that? Don gets what he wants? What?! "Don Giovanna, she's here now." in the darkness towards you a person walked out, revealing one and only Giorno Giovanna. Instantly your heart dropped, you froze in your seat not daring to break an eye contact on Giorno's form, "Thank you, you're a very loyal one." Giorno spoke to your lover, he soon switched his eyes to you, making your legs tremble from sheer terror.
"D-Darling.. what's he doing here..?" you were stuttering on your words, even your lips were trembling from fear too, "Oh they haven't told you?" Giorno scoffed, "How about I'll explain it all, shall I?" You didn't respond, only silence spoke for you, "Let's say your so called lover, is a loyal member of my mob, anyone in my mob listens to what I order." you turned your head to your lover who stood from afar looking down on the ground, "He's my boss, I have to listen to what he wants- I already pledged my loyalty to him." your lover suddenly spoke, "See?" Giorno chuckled, Giorno approaches you and gently took your hand and lifted it up to kiss the back of your hand, "And I am here to claim what's mine."Giorno said as he kissed your hand, he pulled out a mask and covered it on his face and you saw that your lover did so too, you were so confused and lost, what's happening? You felt so dizzy- and sleepy, "Slee p well princess.." Giorno hummed, you saw smoke filling the place and soon leaving you to black out.
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You woken up feeling unconscious, you felt something silky under you- you rubbed your legs on it and looking down below was a silky sheet all over a massive bed you laid on, the bed looked like it was king sized. You sat up lost in words, in front of you displayed a massive mirror. You saw what you were wearing- you were wearing a two piece pure white colored lacy lingerie. You heard the door click open revealing of a woman who opened the door, "She's awake Don Giovanna." hearing his name once again your heartbeat raced, Giorno entered the room with a black robe and his hair flowing on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the woman closed the door, leaving only you and Giorno in the room, "You may wonder why you're here.." Giorno slowly approached you while untying his robe, "I'll give you the answer for that." Giorno's robe drops to the ground revealing his naked body towards you, you quickly tried to back off but just as before you were going to move you were stopped by vines tied on both of your wrist- making you unable to move, "Please don't move mio cara, this is what fate brought to me, to both of us." you struggled on trying to snap off the vines, pulling it as hard as you could but it didn't work, Giorno climbed on the bed reaching to your struggling form- he touched your lap catching your attention to him, "Please let me go..!" these vines were unbelievably strong, you didn't have time to think where the hell did these came from but you wanted to focus on getting out, Giorno's hand climbed in your inner thigh- instantly closing your inner thigh he stopped the your other thigh from closing with his other hand, both of your legs opened with Giorno's strength to separating them.
"Look how wet you are Cara, your juices are already staining from those panties.." Giorno said, before you could kick him another pair of vines tied your ankles, "Please stop..!" you cried out, Giorno ripped off your panties with his bare hands, revealing your tight wet pussy right in front of his face, Giorno smirked at you and he spitted his saliva on your cunt, he planted his dick on your pussy and started to grind on it before entering, Giorno wanted to tease you for a moment- wanting lust to enter you while his dick was rock hard on your pussy, his cock rubbing your clit then smacking it with his cock- you made little whining noises while he teases you which he really loved to hear, you watched his cock play around your pussy- you could feel it was so hard right now, it was so big in your view that it made you thought that would that fit you? Would this be the death of you right now? "Mio cara, from now on you're mine." Giorno pushed his cock inside making you instantly moan loud, you wanted to close your legs but the vines that were holding you tight didn't budge, he started to thrust inside- making sure his cock fully dominates the insides of your pussy, you could hear small groans as he pushes his cock furtherly inside- experiencing a tight pussy for the first time Giorno couldn't imagine that, especially if it's actually fucking the person he's deadly in love right now.
His cock finally fully entered inside of you, your sweat trinkled on your face, your legs felt like shaking when Giorno's cock was entering, he started to thrust making him make a sharp hiss under his heavy breath, the pain in your pussy was extremely painful- you thought you could have your first time with your lover but taken away by a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. Giorno pounded on your pussy making you squint your eyes and moan in pain and pleasure- Fuck, your pussy was taking his cock perfectly- Giorno loved seeing your face like that, he could read that you were enjoying this even though pain can be felt during the sex, your voice made him excite the most, It was so angelic hearing your moans because of him, his cock making you moan so loud oh how he enjoys it, he wanted to hear more of your voice as you were already his. Giorno made more pounds in your pussy, your juices already being a lube for his cock- "Good girl.. you're little pussy is so perfect for my cock.." Giorno said while pounding you, hearing his huffs each pound he had to do all you could do was moan, you felt so disgusted for yourself- moaning because of this bastard giving you so much pleasure, Giorno started to pound faster making your turn backwards from all that pounding, sloppy sounds filled the room, moans, groans, heavy breathing touched your skin giving you goosebumps, "F-Fuck.." Giorno held both of your thighs tightly, thrusting deeper he shot out his cum inside- making sure you were so filled up with his cum inside of you, you arched your back from orgasm- you could feel his warm cum stirring inside.
Panting from tiredness you were suddenly released from the vines, shit.. just when you were tired you're released? Well as exactly the Don himself planned- seeing you all tired with that sexy lingerie you wore made him so turned on, with your form resting on the bed he raised your other leg extending open your wet pussy filled with him cum- instead of fucking your pussy again he inserted his cock inside of your ass hole, making you flinch because of how fast he had inserted his cock inside, feeling it was so hard he started to thrust again, you made whining moaning noises as he started to pound your hole, he watched both of your breast bounce with each pound did- he wanted to see how much your breasts could bounce from his pounding- he placed your leg on his shoulder and shifted his upper body lower to yours, he gripped the sheets hard and used all his strength to pound your hole, you made such loud high-pitched ah noises with his strength of fucking you, Giorno knew he was doing great in fucking you by the ass- your ass cheeks jiggling whenever he thrusted so hard, you gritted your teeth because of how big his cock was, it feels so good when it hurts so bad, you ended up gripping the sheets to as if you were holding on for dear life- Giorno's cock started to pace faster than before, making you even moan and groan at the same time, fuck his cock made you crazy- his pounds were always so hard and aggressive, he wanted to make sure you could feel what he's feeling right now, Giorno is pouring out all the love he grew for you ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about you that day- he had to make you his, "Cara I love you so much.." Giorno said following another groan, with one last thrust his seed enters and fills your hole once again, you made the longest moan you couldn't ever imagine- orgasm had you all crazy, he pulled his cock out seeing it was still hard, "You're my darling now." Giorno leaned over and removed the strand of hair on your face and kissed your forehead. From this moment, you had no choice but submit yourself to him.
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lliminall · 11 months
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ok but what about yandere giorno who gets jealous super easily to the point where he gets jealous of everything and everyone that has his darling's attention for more than a minute
and when they are meeting up with some of his friends one of them, i don't know, let's say fugo or a random character that you can create, is too touchy for his liking (let's say hugs darling too much or tries to be near them).
how do you think he will react? what will he do?
I live for jealous yans
tags: gn reader, yandere, possessive behavior
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You are late coming into the cafe this morning. Or rather, you are a few minutes behind your usual routine, because you haven’t actually agreed to meet Giorno at the little table by the window you love to sit at each morning. It shouldn’t matter. It’s only a few minutes. But this is the only time he’s able to speak with you, and Giorno has already been deprived of your presence for the last week.
It’s a shame that Passione business often keeps him away for such stretches of time, and a greater shame still that you don’t realize just how out of his way he’s gone to align his morning routine with yours. The warm mug of mocha in his hands is adequate at best. The coffee isn’t the reason he comes to this place.
Another glance at his watch, another minute you’ve yet to arrive, and he really doesn’t have much time this morning before he must get back to work. He thumbs at the tube of chapstick in his pocket. Your favorite scent, the label peeling from its time spent in the pockets of your purse. He could imbue it with life, follow it straight to you, find out exactly what’s happened to keep you away-
Ah. There you are.
Meandering distractedly down the street, deep in conversation with an individual he doesn’t recognize. A man who tugs you to the side of the walkway to lean in close and show you something on his phone. You lean in as well, angling to see the screen, and your face is close to his. Too close.
It’s a position Giorno has found himself in once before. Standing in line beside you as you wave him in to look at the newest pictures in your phone’s gallery. He remembers the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth radiating from your skin, his arm nudging yours.
He knows exactly what this man is doing. It’s what Giorno himself does every time he finds a way into your presence. The need to be near you.
You’re laughing at whatever this man has shown you. The energy of it sends you curling into yourself, further into the space of this…intruder. The man doesn’t look away from you for even a second as you straighten and settle down, distracted again by whatever video is playing in front of you. Giorno knows the look in this man’s eyes. He knows, as well, that you’re as oblivious to it on him as you are of it on Giorno.
There is something cold settling into the core of Giorno’s chest. Frigid. Tight. Bitter. You look up at the man to chatter at him animatedly, and he leans against the wall behind him to gaze down at you with something not unlike infatuation. He settles into your space and his thigh touches yours. You don’t seem to notice. You don’t pull away.
Giorno stands and brushes smoothly past the doorway.
“Ah, signorina,” he greets you as he crosses the street. “I was beginning to think you’d slept in again. And here I was thinking you wouldn’t get to enjoy the croissant I saved for you.”
“Oh my god. You did not,” you say, but your face betrays your excitement. For all your insistence against him paying for your morning meals, you’ve never once turned down food from him.
“It was the last one and I thought you might appreciate it,” he says. Giorno looks briefly at the man standing beside you, who straightens and casts Giorno a perturbed look. It’s quickly wiped away as you turn to face him.
“Carlo, this is my friend Giorno. We both come to this cafe a lot,” you say.
Carlo gives Giorno a short smile.
“Good to meet you,” he says. “I’m a high school friend of theirs. (Y/n) and I got into a lot of trouble together, right?”
You roll your eyes at him. “Whatever. You got into trouble, I saved your ass before your parents could find out.”
Carlo gives you a genuine smile, and that tightness in Giorno’s chest returns.
“(Y/n) does seem to have a knack for doing charity work,” Giorno says. “I often have to remind them to pick their battles. Sometimes it isn’t worth the effort.”
His friendly expression belies the barb in his words. Carlo looks at Giorno for a hard second, as if deciding whether or not he’s been insulted, and whether or not he should do something about it. Giorno takes the opportunity to turn to you again.
“Should I finish off your croissant myself?” he says. “I would hate for it to go to waste.”
“What? No!” you say, and pull away from Carlo with a laugh. “It was nice catching up with you,” you tell your friend as you motion for Giorno to follow you. “I’m starving. But we should finish talking another time!”
Carlo nods and waves you goodbye with a look on his face that hasn’t quite processed what just happened. In the span of a few seconds Giorno has snatched you up again, sparing one last glance at your interloper before turning on his heel and offering you his arm to cross the road.
Giorno holds the door open as you slip inside, falling straight into your usual seat at your usual table and digging happily into the food he left for you. He settles in with his mocha again, feeling the bitterness fade into a subtle thrum beneath his skin.
“I know what you were doing back there,” you say in between bites of food. “If I was feeling bold today, I’d say you were acting a little…” you place your finger to your chin in faux contemplation, fixing him with a stare that’s chastising, but playful enough that he knows he gotten away with it. “Jealous?”
Giorno hides his smile behind his mug.
“Can you blame me?” he asks. “It’s been far too long since I had the pleasure of your company. And your food was getting cold.”
You level him with an unimpressed stare as you chew your cold croissant.
“Giorno Giovanna. You’re lucky I let you bribe me with food.”
He watches you, content, as you finish off your breakfast.
“And lucky that I let you run other men off when you haven’t even asked me out yourself,” you add knowingly.
Giorno pauses with his cup midway to his mouth. His pulse skips, and for the first time he feels as if he’s the one under the weight of your analyzing stare. It’s a nice feeling, to be held under the microscope of your undivided attention. He clears his throat.
“Well. In that case, you’ll have to let me buy you dinner next. So you can tell them you have a boyfriend, and run them off yourself.”
You take a long sip of your coffee and smile at him. “I guess I will.”
The bitterness under his skin thrums quietly, but Giorno presses it down to bask fully in the light of your (finally, finally) shared affection.
There’s a phone in his pocket with a number that can take care of your interloping friend in minutes. There are any number of ways he can excise this miserable emotion from himself. A threat, an accident, a well-placed accusation of wrongdoing on your annoying new friend. Giorno supposes it will depend on his mood once he leaves you here.
But for now, he will let you ramble to him about the work day you have coming up, your plans for the weekend, your new favorite show. He’ll let you lean in close to him to show him that funny video, and he’ll lay his hand over yours to steady the phone as you dip into his space.
There’ll be time to figure out how to deal with this blight, after he’s satiated himself with the knowledge that you’re his, his, his.
The video ends and you curl your fingers into his, entwining your hands on the table.
Lucky, indeed.
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thornybubbles · 10 months
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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Escape (Jotaro, Giorno, Johnny)
Scenario: Yanderes come home to find that the Reader has escaped. 
Reader Beware: Yandere stuff, horror themes, abusive behavior, and very uncomfortable situations ahead. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you choose to read. 
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Jotaro (part 4): Jotaro knows you’re gone from the moment he opens the door. The house has a strange, empty vibe. It’s a feeling he became familiar with every time he came home after his first wife left him, taking his only child with her. As much of an introvert as Jotaro is, he actually despises living alone. You were supposed to fill that void, dammit. He gives the house only a cursory look over before confirming that you are indeed gone. It looks like you didn’t even bother to pack anything. You were so desperate to get away from him that you just left with nothing but the clothes on your back. He sighs heavily and steps outside. He summons Star Platinum and gives the Stand the mental order to use his enhanced vision to search for signs of what direction you may have run in. 
Star finds numerous clues: a few footprints, broken branches on some bushes, disturbed tree roots that you most likely tripped over in your haste to escape, and so on. In moments, Jotaro already knows where you’re heading. 
“Good grief.” He mutters, shaking his head. 
You had no plan at all. You were just running in a random direction and hoping that you would eventually come across civilization. 
You stupid bitch. 
You had no had no idea that you were just running deeper into the wilderness. Eventually you would come across the lake, realize that it was far too big to try to swim across and it would take forever to walk around it. You had no supplies and he knew you had no survival training to speak of. It would take almost a month before you reached anything that resembled civilization. That’s exactly why he chose to bring you to his property way out in the middle of nowhere. Aside from making it harder for enemy Stand users to find the two of you, there were also no nosey neighbors to butt into his business. He was the only other person you would ever see or ever need to see. He made sure of that. He brought you here because he knew that even if you managed to get out of the house, there wasn’t anywhere for you to go. You were stuck with him, like it or not. 
He finds you standing on the bank of the lake, sobbing into your hands. Maybe now you finally realize that you can NEVER get away from him. Maybe now you’ll stop this foolishness and accept that you belong to him and no one else. He stands behind you watching you have your little meltdown with zero sympathy. You brought this on yourself, so he feels no guilt at all. If anything he’s furious. You won’t see it though. If he actually shows you just how angry he is with you… it’s doubtful that you would survive it. 
Jotaro stands there silently watching you cry. After a while you wipe your tears, look up, and fall flat on your ass from the shock of seeing him standing there. 
“JOTARO!” You scream, your voice shrill and hitched with shock and terror. 
You know you’re in for it now. 
Jotaro doesn’t move. He just stands there giving you his trademark glare, looking at you like you were less than shit. After a moment, his lips curl into a slight snarl and he turns away from you in disgust. You shakily climb to your feet staring at his back as he moves away from you.
“You really are an idiot.” he growls. 
He glances back at you over his shoulder. 
“Let’s go.” he commands and walks away. 
You fall into line behind him, staring at the ground and not saying a word. 
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Giorno (Don): Giorno’s men have already informed him the very moment you disappear. By the time he arrives the whole island is in an uproar. Security is rushing around frantically searching for any sign of you, Mista is doing his best to remain calm but failing, Trish is sitting on the sofa in the parlor looking extremely worried. It was her that discovered that you were missing. She had dropped by to pay you a visit and you didn’t greet her like you usually did. She and Mista tried to look for you but couldn’t find you. They thought you might have been with Polnareff but he said he hadn’t seen you all day. 
Giorno wasn’t worried. He knew you so very well. All of your little antics were becoming annoyingly predictable. You were either hiding like a pouting child in hopes to escape when you felt the time was right or you were already outside the villa and heading for the only place you could possibly go in order to find a means to get off of the island. Either way, there was only one place you would go. 
By the time you make it to the boathouse, you find Giorno already waiting for you. He starts berating you the moment you enter the building. 
“Tell me, what was your plan beyond this point?” he says, voice straining with held back anger. “Were you going to try to steal a boat that you have no idea how to pilot? What would you do if you ever made it to land? Where would you even go? My enemies would swarm you the moment your feet touched the shore!” 
You stutter and stammer, trying to offer up an excuse, any excuse, but Giorno isn’t hearing it. You’ve seen him angry before, but never this angry, and certainly not at you. You realize far too late that you’ve really crossed the line this time. 
“How many times do I have to tell you that you are here for your own protection?!” he all but bellows at you. “I’m growing very tired of your antics. Do you have any idea what you may have cost me today? I had to cancel a meeting with a very important client, all because you decided to forget yourself yet again!! I don’t know what it will take to smooth things over with them now! Your continued rebelliousness is going to drive me insane!” 
Tears pricked at your eyes and your throat burned. He never raised his voice at you before. You are terribly afraid of what he has planned for you. After a moment of fuming, Giorno manages to calm himself down, if only slightly. 
“I suppose I only have myself to blame. I’ve been too permissive and allowed you far too much freedom. That will change after today! You can count on it! In the meantime, Trish has come by for a visit. It’s bad enough that you nearly gave her a heart attack but to keep her waiting on top of that is unacceptable. So, stop acting like a child, go back to the villa, and tend to your guest! I need to make some phone calls. Hopefully I haven’t lost the client completely. When Trish leaves, you and I are going to have a very long talk.” 
You run back to the villa as if every demon in Hell was at your heels. When you meet with Trish you apologize for scaring her and keeping her waiting. You make up some excuse for your absence and she believes it. You don’t dare tell her the truth. She wouldn’t believe it. She’d believe whatever lie you told her over the truth that Giorno is a raving lunatic. This is because he has nearly everyone you know believing that you have some kind of “nervous disorder”. So you lie. You tell her that you just had a mild attack and just needed to hide for a bit until you calmed down. You tell her you’re okay now and she seems relieved. She begins the conversation, telling you about the things that she’s been up to lately. As you listen to her, you fold your hands neatly in your lap, trying to hide the fact that they’re still shaking. 
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Johnny: Johnny rolls into the house shouting that he’s come back from town. When you don’t immediately respond, fear grips his fragile heart. That fear turns into panic when he goes from room to room and you are nowhere in sight. He goes into your shared room and finds it in a disarray. The wardrobe doors are wide open and most of your clothes are gone. The dresser is in the same condition. Whatever clothing is left is scattered all over the floor and bed. He goes into the kitchen and finds that some of the canned food is missing from the pantry. The fear in his heart morphs into whatever emotion settles between despair and fury. Tears are running down his cheeks but his expression is that of vicious hate. 
How dare you do this to him! 
He thought things between you had finally smoothed out. You were so afraid of him at first, but then you started being so sweet to him. You let him hold you without trying to push him away. You even let him kiss you whenever he wanted! It was all an act, wasn’t it? You were just playing him for a fool the whole time. You’d been waiting for the moment when you’d gained his trust enough that he’d leave you alone without locking you in the house. He should have known that this would happen. He should have known that you never loved him back. 
That’s okay, Darling. That’s just fine. 
Because he’s gonna find you. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, HE WILL FIND YOU! 
He doesn't care what he has to do, what he has to sacrifice, or who he has to kill. Hell, he’s willing to destroy the whole world if it means bringing you back home. 
He’s so desperate in his need to have you back that he even briefly considers going to Valentine, but immediately scraps that idea. Valentine would no doubt kill him on the spot and take his corpse part. He doesn’t trust that scummy politician even slightly. 
No, he’ll get you back all on his own. 
And when he does, he’ll make sure you won’t be able to leave him ever again. By the time he’s done with you, the thought of escape won’t ever cross your mind again. Maybe he should break your legs or have Tusk tear them off completely? Maybe he’ll shoot his fingernail bullets into your back and sever your spine so you’ll be just like him. Then you’ll be a matching pair. Won’t that be cute? 
Or maybe he should just kill you outright and then roll himself off of the nearest cliff… 
Or he could just hold you close to him and smother you with kisses, emphasis on “smother”, and then roll himself off of a cliff…
Honestly, all those options sounded completely reasonable in Johnny’s warped mind. Well, he’ll figure out what to do with you once he finds you. And he WILL find you! No doubt about that. He’ll hunt you to the ends of the Earth and back again if he has to. Nothing that exists can keep him from you. 
Absolutely nothing.
**Note: Auto correct, for some reason, kept trying to change Trish's name to "trash". Now that's just mean.**
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mrsgiovanna · 1 year
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Imagine Darling is pregnant. Both she and Giorno are certain that the bambino isn't his. So when the baby is born and they see the baby they all go into shock. Just imagine Darling being so excited to have her lover's baby then after 9 months of waiting the baby comes out looking like a tiny Giorno. Not baby Giogio but like a little Giogio.
Ooof nonnie, lolol okay I'm going to try and match the mood here because like everyone knows how much I need to have this man's children 🏃🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🤰🏽also, was slightly confused about little giogio vs baby giogio, and im not as good at imagining infidelity so please forgive me if this wasn't what you imagined and for it being so short.
Tw: yandere behaviour, implied minor character death, fem reader, pregnancy
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39 weeks... that was the reprieve you'd been granted against the smothering attention usually lavished on you by Giorno. Under any other circumstances, he would have been overjoyed... he'd finally have an heir, someone who would learn all he had to teach... however, as quickly as his joy had enveloped him, so did the levity of the situation at hand. You simply weren't as upset as he thought you might be at the prospect of carrying his child... he wasn't a fool, so he followed his instincts and poured over the security footage of the villa for the preceeding few weeks and caught sight of your infidelity... clear as day, limbs entangled and euphoria etched into your expressions, right outside his door. Surely you meant for him to catch you, or perhaps this was his karma for snatching you away from your life and placing you under his care... no matter, the damage had already been done.
From that moment onward, Giorno's demeanor had changed when it came to you, he didn't argue against your protests to spend time with him and his instructions had solely regarded the baby and their wellbeing. At first you welcomed the reprieve from his overbearing nature but when it persisted you knew something was wrong. It didn't help your cause when your lover had disappeared without so much as a goodbye. You hadn't found the opportunity to tell him that you were carrying his child, and worried that he had assumed the worst and decided to leave of his own accord. You were stuck in a precarious position... ask about your lover and rouse Giorno’s suspicions or suffer quietly in your ignorance.
Weeks had turned into months and your bump continued to grow. You had all but given up on your paramour, but you took comfort in the knowledge that you will forever have a symbol of the single thread of actual affection, in your child. Giorno had grown even more distant, your swelling midsection a continuous reminder of your betrayal, however, he couldn't bring himself to put you out or allow any harm to come to the child, the various horrors of his past would never see him become like any of those wretched people.
9 months of pregnancy cravings, stretch marks and swollen feet would culminate in one moment. Your labour was long and arduous, and for the duration you and Giorno had put your differences aside as you tried to bring him or her into the world. Many hours later when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more pain, the baby had made their debut, just as the hour turned... April sixteenth, it was his birthday... what a gift he'd receive or so you thought... the nurses had smiled at the little blonde cherub with his shrill little cry, something dropped within you when you saw his precious little curls springing into place as they had wiped down his hair. To say that you were exhausted was an understatement, but that exhaustion was replaced by shock when they had placed your little one in your arms... piercing green eyes, golden ringlets...
"He's mine..." his voice was too calm, too soft while yours had vanished entirely. Tears formed in your eyes, your hands moving towards the border of the blanket, the little star birthmark on his shoulder had sealed your fate.
"Giorno, I..." you searched his eyes, but they were trained on the miniature version of himself nestled in your arms. Once he had overcome the shock, the gravity of the situation had dawned on him, he had finally had his heir, fate had smiled upon him once more...
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plushienanami · 2 years
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How would Yandere Bruno, Giorno, Jotaro and Josuke react to Y/n having a Stand & while stalking them, seeing them kick ass to defend themselves. Pretty please 🥺
i tried to respond as best as i can. at the end they it kind of just begins to address the fact y/n can fight 💀💀
i still love you anon 🥹💕
Darling who can defend themselves
Ft: Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, & Bucciarati
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Jotaro:
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Jotaro always followed you home no matter how many times you caught him or ‘tried’ to tell him off. He is just a stubborn man.
His stalking isn’t really stalking yet still stalking. You kind of just live with it and it doesn’t really bother you to try to come up with an conclusion if he is stalking you or not.
Jotaro had no idea or even thought that you had the capabilities of self-defense, his big brain macho mind doesn’t even comprehend it.
He likes that you can fight for yourself, you're not weak, and act like a damsel in distress like the other girls in your year.
Although Jotaro would like it better if you did depend on him and him alone. He just thinks (and knows) he is stronger than you. He could protect you and if worse comes to worst, you can somewhat defend yourself.
It’s a win in his eyes, to be honest.
Josuke:
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Josuke is a delusional man and he originally right off the bat views you as someone who needs his protection.
His sweet baby darling
When you prove to him that you are capable of fending for yourself, a part of that delusional makeshift dream he had of you starts to crumble.
He wants you to use him as a sword and shield, not have you go out there and risk getting hurt!
Sure at first, he is happy that you defended yourself against the person who tried to force themselves upon you, but the reality starts to sink in.
It tears and eats away at him at night as he tries to lay his head down on his pillow trying to come up with a scenario of the two of you together to sleep.
If you can fend for yourself, then there would be no need for him to hover over you.
He simply cannot have that.
Giorno:
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With Giorno, it is a touchy subject. He doesn’t want to see someone he cares about so much be put in a situation where they would have to fight.
(I’m going with the plot of Vento Aureo where s/o is part of the gang)
It’s somewhat already a red flag to him when you are a part of Bucciarati’s gang. Something happened that made him think you would fit in with his group of already traumatic people.
During the mission, he is quite thrilled to see you can handle yourself so your not always on the verge of death or literally being shot all the time like Mista.
When the events of Vento Aureo are over and he has claimed the rightful Don of Passione, the need for you to use your skills is gone.
Of course, there are some threats to Passione, but they are nothing that he couldn’t take care of. Not only does he have powerful members of the organization, but his overpowered broken stand.
It would be easier if you were to just sit back and be pampered by him.
Bucciarati:
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I can see Bucciarati in the same predicament as Josuke. He does to have this dream where you depend on him and him alone in the small cottage he already owns.
Yet when he remembers your upbringing and how he was able to meet you, inviting you to his gang…the scenario fractures a little.
It feels wrong to him that such a beautiful person would have to learn such violent acts of display in order for simple defense. Bucciarati thinks that he is enough and should be enough.
There are times he admits to himself that your skills are quite useful with how many stand battles there are. It raises the chance of you not getting literally killed if something were to happen to him if they ever encounter such an invincible stand.
He isn’t toxic like Josuke with how pushy Josuke is to be around you 24/7, he just accepts that fact (dreadfully so) and smiles back at you. He tries to ignore that sick pleasurable feeling of you solely depending on him.
If only he could restrain himself for much longer.
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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year
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Aghhhh almost missed it. Can I request Giorno from Jojo for ijqy? Tysm!
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Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Giorno is a meticulous planner - he’s always several steps ahead of everyone around him. This fact does not change when his darling is involved. Giorno has a meticulous plan in mind the moment his darling comes to be under his thumb. Human nature tells him that his plans won’t always work down to the minute details he’s created, but he pushes his thoughts about his darling’s future on them regardless.
Giorno yearns for something traditional and stable. He never had it growing up and craves that normalcy he missed out on. Though his role as the Don of Passione keeps him busy the majority of the time, he dreams of having the ability to come home and put on the role of doting husband. To that end, though, he expects his darling to be just as devoted to him. Giorno will mold his darling into the perfect house spouse, even if they protest. He wants them as far away from Passione as possible - it’s far, far too dangerous for them. And he thinks, too, that he deserves something special for himself. That something special being another human being held under lock & key is not something he spends time dwelling on the morality of.
Of course, being Giorno’s darling comes with perks - he does want them to be a stay at home spouse, but they won’t have to lift a finger. There will be a heavily vetted and selected staff to attend to his darling’s whims when he’s not there - and it’s likely that Giorno will go as far as to have one of his most trusted personal guards stationed there to keep an eye on things. 
Giorno doesn’t see how his darling could be anything but grateful for the life he provides them. All he asks is that they obey him… and is that really so hard?
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Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Yes. Nothing has ever stopped Giorno from getting what he wants, and his darling is no exception. He’s possessive of them - he wants to keep them pristine and free from the horrors of the world. Giorno is logical, though, and knows that his jealous streak is irrational. Still, it’s hard to tamp down the anger that flares up when he sees his darling interact with someone else, even if it is one of his trusted confidants. He wants his darling’s smile to be only for him. Giorno gives so much of himself in his role as the Don - it’s only natural that he wants something solely for himself.
Giorno, however, is self-aware enough not to place his feelings on his darling. There are other things he may unfairly punish them for, but his own feelings aren’t one of them. He copes by using his position to get away with anything he thinks will tamp down his jealousy. Killing isn’t out of the question. Of course, he’d never kill his trusted friends, but he may send them on far-away missions. Those closest to him, like Fugo and Shelia E., are well aware of Giorno’s raging jealousy issues and are careful to behave accordingly around his darling.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If they die… Yes. Giorno is more than used to loss and considers it a regular part of his life. When you’re in Passione, you live every die as if you might die - even when you’re the Boss. He’d be likely to bottle up his emotions, only letting his tears fall in private at nighttime when he holds his darling’s clothing to his face, their lingering scent making his heart yearn. He will never be able to replace them, but he won’t let his duties falter. 
If they leave or escape? No, absolutely not. No one defies him and gets away with it. Giorno is careful and calculating - it may be days, months, or years before he makes a move. The anger that Giorno expresses is cool and collected. He wants his darling to think they got away with it. The shock and fear they’ll feel when he finally reveals he’s known where they are the whole time is something Giorno looks forward to immensely. 
His darling would do well to remember how Giorno became the Don of Passione. Giorno’s ruthlessness is one of his defining features, and his darling is going to witness firsthand if they ever betray him.
He won’t kill them, though. Giorno still loves them, but he knows he has to punish his darling for their own good.
They’ll never want to run away again.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Quite a long time… Giorno, despite everything, still has some gentlemanly qualities. He’s even a bit shy due to the fact that he has little experience with romantic relationships. He’s aware he could just… take his darling any time, but he wants to try and do things the ‘right’ way first. For all his power and strength, it takes him a long time to approach them with romantic intent. Giorno strikes up a friendship first, keeping his identity a secret. (Unless, of course, they work for Passione somehow… If that’s the case, he’ll hire them to be his personal assistant while in reality giving them menial duties so he can chat with them frequently.) Despite his lack of experience, he does know how to be charming. Creating a flower with Gold Experience and tucking it into his darling’s hair is his signature move, and even he knows that it’s a good move to fluster someone.
Eventually, though, he grows impatient with himself and reveals his feelings to his darling. How they respond influences everything else: how fast he advances the romantic relationship, how soon he kidnaps them, how soon he asks them to move in, how soon he starts to show his yandere tendencies… There are many possibilities.
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