JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Doppio x Reader: "Of Course"

"Doppio!" You cried, running to embrace the boy as he entered the room.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaimed your name as he wrapped his slender but sturdy arms around your waist. You sighed, taking in a deep breath of his violet-colored sweater. You didn't know why, but he always smelled like flowers. There was something about being enveloped in his warm hug that always brought you comfort and contentment. You smiled, not daring to break from him unless he broke from you first.

"I missed you so much," His voice cracked as you felt his hand reach up to stroke the back of your head, and you shivered feeling his fingers run through your hair.

You and Doppio had been close for a long time. Family ties had unwillingly swept you into the Italian mafia scene, but fortunately you had found him to protect you, to help you get used to the violence and bloodshed that came with being a gang member, and to make the most of your unfortunate position. Your special powers, which the boss called a "stand", were occasionally of use to the gang, and it was your duty to offer your services whenever required. But that led to a somewhat miserable life.

The small house you lived in was owned by the leader of the gang, Diavolo. You rarely saw him except when your stand was needed for an emergency. Doppio was the one you saw most often. He would bring groceries and gifts, he would entertain you when you were bored, he would do anything to make sure you were happy. Even if you felt like a desperate and deprived princess locked away in a tower, Doppio was your prince.

But he had been away for so long. He told you that the boss had given him a mission, and he told you he might not appear for some while. However, it took several days longer than he had assured you. Your stomach had been sick with anxiety, worry, loneliness, and you restlessly paced back and forth, glancing out the window at every noise.

"It felt like so long..." The words escaped your lips as you continued to rock back and forth on your feet in his arms.

"And I'm so so sorry it took that long. Please forgive me (y/n)," He gripped your shoulders and pulled you back so you could look into his eyes, but you interrupted before he could apologise any further.

"It's not your fault, Doppio. All that matters now is that you're back!" You giggled with both excitement and relief as you pressed up on your toes to kiss his soft cheek. They reddened at your touch and he raised his hand to the side of his face, as if to make sure he hadn't hallucinated the kiss. You smiled, shyly, at the reaction.

You were sure it was obvious that you loved the boy, even if your own feelings weren't as obvious to him. In a world of chaos and confusion, he was the sole source of comfort. You wanted him to be there for you always, to hold you when you were sad, to kiss you when you were hurt. This fantasy would certainly never become reality, but you nonetheless continued to dream.

"I umm..." he rubbed his neck shyly, the red flush still painted on his youthful cheeks. "I brought you something. A present," It was your turn to flush as you laughed and hid your face.

"You know you don't need to keep getting me gifts," although you definitely cherished everything he had ever given you, no matter how old and tattered it became as time wore on.

"I-I didn't plan on it," He stuttered, as he zipped open his large shoulder bag, "I just saw it and," he paused, as you hesitantly took a step forward. "I thought of you." He took out a black plastic bag emblazoned with a gold brand name that you didn't recognise. Your face contorted in curiosity as he reached into the bag and drew out shimmering fabric. You gasped.

He concealed his face, somewhat embarrassed, behind the elegant dress as he held it out to show you. It was your favorite color, but the silky material seemed to catch all colors in the light. It was simple but stunning, and your could not help but run your fingers across the soft skirt, catching the cloth in your hands only to have it slip away like water in a stream.