Hey, I Don't Know If It's A Spoiler Or Not, But In 'Fate's Binding' Are They Gonna Stay In Reader's World

Hey, I don't know if it's a spoiler or not, but in 'Fate's Binding' are they gonna stay in reader's world or go back to jojoverse?

Well…

I can’t exactly spoil it all, but I will say that they will be together. I think it actually might be a longer series, more than six chapters as I planned. I will probably soon create a masterlist when I finish. I am still thinking and creating more ideas for this story!

I love you anon and all the other anon’s out there!!

♡♡♡

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

Yandere Kakyoin x Reader

Prompts #13, #21, #27

The past cannot stay dead forever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you go on a date with me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have an idea…

I’m not finished with my kinda Isekai AU with the Vento Aureo gang, but…what happens if I do a Ancient Roman AU 👀 I mean I’ve been focusing on Ancient Rome for a long time and studied it since I’ve been in middle school, but like 👀👀 Is it a good idea 👁👄👁 I just was inspired by it from this photo I found on Pinterest and like :0

credit: Krabat-Twitter

Hello! I love your yandere Joot fic!

Can i have a request headcanons of soft! yandere Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne & Gappy with a Kind and Domestic (Fem) reader?

okay i wrote this for u bby! i didnt expect so much jojo’s but i’m not rlly complaining because i rlly love elaborating on the different yan yan’s in jojo. thx for the support too! i love when ppl send me request istg im literally crying rn-🥺💕💗

Soft Yan! Headcanons

Including: Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne, Gappy

Headcanons with a kind and domestic reader.

Jotaro:

Jotaro wouldn’t act much different than he usually acts, but he can get a little more friendly and loving if s/o doesn’t mind it and enjoys his soft calloused touches. He is just primarily more calm and laid back.

Jotaro would already want a domesticated s/o, especially with the worry of his darling's safety.

Kind s/o would be able to control Jotaro emotionally in a way due to her kind caring nature, she could easily do that. (But she’s kind so like why would she do that smh-)

A lot of ‘one-sided’ touches, mostly s/o being very affectionate but Jotaro trying not to show the joy of her PDA.

Cuddle sessions would be the best because of his big muscular body.

He would come home from wherever he would have been at for the day to be enveloped by a smaller frame holding him.He would immediately relax and subtly lean into s/o’s touch.

Eventually over time Jotaro would have s/o’s domestic side rub off on him making him more tender and soft-hearted.

Josuke:

Josuke has been waiting for this one.

He would be so thrilled by this miraculous discovery.

He would already be a delusional yandere in the first place. Josuke already dreamed of having this type of relationship with darling so when he is able to get his hands on her, he is a 50/50 on how this relationship would work.

Darling would have more freedom due to her kind and gentle nature, she wouldn’t be home-bound like Jotaro, Jonathan, or Giorno would do for example.

Josuke would very much be into PDA, especially indoors because he loves to live out that husband and wife fantasy.

Basically you and him are married in his opinion.

Everytime Josuke sees s/o in a house setting, it makes him feel this indescribable feeling.

Is extremely impatient and wanting to take advantage of darlings domestic characteristics into starting his own domestic setting.

More so he is somewhat of a mild yandere when he has a kind and domestic s/o especially when he has that soft yandere trait going for him.

Jolyne:

Jolyne has a lack of understanding of a healthy domestic relationship due to her own family background.

She misunderstands your domesticity as a bizarre trait that has you enabled as most likely a wife for her to take care of.

Jolyne wants to build that stable relationship and lovey dovey love with darling to make up for her lack of a true normal childhood or basically family past.

She is totally in for you cooking, cleaning, and devoting yourself to her just as she devotes herself to you.

She likes the idea of a cute stay at home s/o, waiting for Jolyne to be there waiting to give her love, but the idea of taking her beloved everywhere outweighs that opinion.

It amazes her and really considers herself lucky that she is able to be with her darling and can be quite possessive when it comes to her s/o. Takes advantage of that domesticity and truly wants it to herself.

She loves to sit and watch you do what you do best at. It really intrigues her. (Anything with her darling intrigues her.)

A lot of PDA, you thought Josuke was bad but like Jolyne is worse. At least Josuke would draw the line of making out in public. Jolyne is all for it and more.

If it’s true love why hold back?

Gappy:

You were there when he awoke without his memory.

He was extremely happy for your support and help with his memory loss.

Darling's kindness is the thing that really made him fall for you.

Your domestic trait really brings him comfort and happiness with how you are so kind and cute in a house-like setting.

Nicknames are a must along with cute gestures of affection between you two.

It starts out slow like Jotaro a bit but then ten folds just like his other timeline counterpart Josuke.

Once he is down for his s/o it kinda just never stops.

You have nothing to counteract that rapid decline because you literally have everything he could really ask for from someone.

Loves trying his s/o’s cooking/baking, it’s like he is already living in that setting of being bound together for life with her.

Being with Gappy is a lot more tame than the other yan jojo’s because to me he would be a chill yandere yet still hold those delusional wanting to be with darling tendencies.

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

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

Yandere!Mista x Reader

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

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

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

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

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

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

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

Ayyyy think I can request prompts 15 and 47 with Fugo? Thank you!

yay a request with the sweet strawberry boy!🍓 i could never deny anything with him. i luv him sm 🥺💕

Yandere Fugo x Reader

Prompts #15 and #47

When it came between debating to betray Passione or not, someone made that decision for you.

This was the time to make an important life-threatening decision. Here you were standing in front of a boat that once brought you determination to finish your mission, but now dread and fear for what would happen once you got back onto it. All of you stood back as you all watched Bucciarati waiting for a response from everyone. Giorno eyeing the group as Trish laid limp from the interaction with her father. Mista and Abbachio had gotten on the boat leaving two of you other comrades to ponder in their own thoughts. 

You were conflicted, you didn’t want to leave your friends to fend for yourself especially when one of them was the very reason you were alive right. Although the thought of being a traitor the biggest crime syndicate in Italy and dealing with its consequences scared you. Somehow either choice had its own down side, down sides you didn’t want to witness.

When Bucciarati came out from the chapel looking like he had almost kissed death itself, frightened you. Not only that, a distressed Giorno was there who looked like he also witnessed something equal to horrors. Whatever must’ve happened in there really had shaken them up. You always knew of the boss to be a corrupt man, you never agreed with his greed reducing him to selling drugs to innocent children. It wasn’t right, but what could a mere soldato do? 

Making a decision, you decided to fight for what was right. If that wasn’t enough, you were going to fight for your capo. The same capo who took you in when you were at your worst and gave you a place to call home. It was only fair that you would stand up for what was right and help your capo as much as you can. 

You began to take small steps towards the boat. The little shuffles enacted another response from one of your comrades who stood next to you. A grip on your wrist made you snap your head up to the perpetrator. “What do you think you're doing?! That’s practically suicide! Y-You can’t be serious on getting on that boat, you’ll get killed! Is that what you want, to be killed?” Said Fugo who was one of the closest allies you have bonded with during your journey. “I can’t just let Bucciarati and Trish go. After what the boss did, I don’t think I can ever go back to serving under him. I owe Bucciarati my life, this is the least I could do.” 

Before Fugo could respond, Bucciarati interrupted him signaling towards you. “This is her choice Fugo. If she has already decided on which path she will take, let her be. I understand you have different beliefs…but this is (Y/N)’s choice.” As Bucciarati finished his sentence you had gotten on the boat sitting next to Mista as he held his pistol in his hands. Fugo looking mildly pissed started to spat out words of vexation. Not only soon was it just him, left alone to contemplate his thoughts. 

Fugo walked away in disbelief. The sound of his footsteps and the calmly pushing of the canal waves filled his ears. Everything he had come to love had vanished in a second as everyone walked into a deathtrap itself. Kicking a stone he pulled out a small strawberry keychain that he received from his dearest. He remembered the day crystal clear. You and him were sent on a mission in order to collect the money that was owed to Passione from a shady associate who was secretly plotting against Passione. It was a rough fight, but it was a fight that made him realize that he was truly in love with you. 

After the battle you both decided to go sit down for a bite to eat, much to Fugo’s dismay. Although that evening had turned into a night he would think about everyday before he would shut his purple hues. You had given him that strawberry keychain because it had reminded you of him. How you believe he was sweet even though his rage would get in the way sometimes. The smile you wore on your face that night was one he would never forget. The way you beamed up at him, eyes twinkling in what he believed was true love at it’s finest. Ever since that night, he knew that you and him were meant to be together…no matter what. Even though that love was one-sided.

When he heard your sudden declaration of getting on that boat, he was stunned. He knew that if you got on that boat, everything would be over. Yet there was Bucciarati who stopped him, thinking he had the right to say something about the love you shared between each other. Cursing to himself about his dumb mistake, he knew he had to do something about it. 

➽───────────────❥

Approaching the colosseum had been tortuous. Not only have you lost your dear friend Abbachio, you have also figured out that Bucciarati was what you would call a walking corpse. Everything was crumbling apart as you all were mercilessly attacked by two stand users part of La Unita Speciale. You were baffled as you were separated from the rest of your team, blooded and certain parts of your face turned into what felt like mud. Stumbling into an alleyway, you leaned against the wall slowly sinking down. Your labored breathing and increased heart rate was all you could take in. The ringing in your ears tore you away from your surroundings, until you heard approaching footsteps.

Too beaten up to defend yourself, you just tilted your head to the side to look at the one who would possibly end your life. Purple shoes were all you saw, the small red designs on top were blurred out from your hazy vision.

“Did you not take into account that this would happen to you? You're hurt, bleeding out in front of my very eyes. How thoughtless.” Recognizing the voice, you let your eyes slowly adjust the new figure into view. There Fugo was standing above you, looking down at your pathetic injured form. All you could do was breathe as you shakily reached out for him. Cold purple orbs gazed down at you before he kneeled down to take your hand in his. “All I ever wanted was to be with you…you showed what it was like to accept myself and my terrible ways. Now here you are, look what siding with Bucciarati has gotten you. You should’ve stayed with me like how you were destined to be. I know you know what I’m talking about. The way you always looked at me, how you treated me different from everyone else, but playing hard to get can only go on for so long you know.” Fugo shifted closer. His grip on your weakened hand tightened as his face sat right in front of yours. His slow breathing and the warmth from his breath giving your body goosebumps as he placed a chaste kiss on your hand. “I’m already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it? No more of this pretending bullshit.” 

Fugo pulled away as you felt his lean arms wrap around your sprawled out form. Your blood soaking into his lime green suit, staining the material into becoming a brown like hue. “I’m taking you back with me. You don’t have to cry or feel pain anymore. You might not understand now but you will thank me later.” At once you were picked up from the ground and held into Fugo’s loving arms. You suddenly began to squirm and writhe around in his touch resulting in a hiss of anger from the male. “You better stop moving right now or there will be a lot more pain than what you are going through right now, you understand?” Having no more strength to go against his wishes, you nodded, making Fugo smile warmly at your curled form. 

“Good, you know I will always love you…no matter what.”