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illubean · 11 months ago
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Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?
Cuddling Headcanons
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Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader
man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me
Warnings: none
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Bruno Bucciarati
MOTHER
I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?
he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)
if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works
one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing
if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you
he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(
he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it
Leone Abbacchio
Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((
he also likes it when you lay on his chest
he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"
IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:
he likes to cuddle with you for comfort
this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance
(can you tell he's my personal fav)
Guido Mista
ah yes my favorite stinky man
first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat
I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass
nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection
he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt
or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass
he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head
Narancia Ghirga
as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group
he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth
or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape
when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles
if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you
he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention
"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"
he's not above sitting in your lap either
basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3
Fugo Pannacotta
another one who likes laying on your chest
or on your lap
he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair
it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3
he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax
give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease
you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you
Giorno Giovanna
honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him
sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break
it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3
I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling
it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don
Trish Una
she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket
like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies
she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33
she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train
another one who likes holding hands
though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you
it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans
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theragethatisdesire · 1 year ago
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hello there, this is the best attempt at a masterlist i have been able to keep even halfway updated. there are lots of little ramblings and musings on my blog otherwise, but all the big chunks of writing are catalogued here. thanks for stopping by<3
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Eren Jaeger
ti penso ogni giorno (a collection)
a collection of one-shots set in a modern au that spans nearly 10 years of your relationship with the cute boy you met at a party in college.
much ado about nothing (ongoing series)
plug!eren enters the life of our stressed out, literature student reader just when she least expects him. in true shakespearean fashion, chaos ensues. strangers to fwb to idiots in love.
scary dog privilege (one-shot)
you enlist eren as your fake boyfriend for connie’s birthday party, unable to face your ex, jean, without the help of your best friend. you forgot one crucial thing, though: where jean’s all bark, eren’s all bite.
quick bright things (two-parter)
part 1 - spending your summer sweltering in the uppermost regions of italy with your wealthy friends, you stumble across a man who seems straight out of a shakespeare play, and who seems to be completely fascinated with you.
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Jean Kirchstein
pretty girl (one-shot)
your new boyfriend jean is pretty much perfect, except when it comes to your incredibly vanilla sex life. you make the mistake of underestimating him.
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Reiner Braun
a girl is a gun (canon-divergent series, ao3 only for now)
after years of bloodshed and distance, evin finley reconnects with her childhood friend, reiner braun. they’ve both changed over the years, but the string that ties them together seems to have survived the wars they’ve faced. when secrets about evin’s past start to come to light after eren jaeger’s raid on liberio, reiner finds out whether or not love truly is the death of duty.
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Multi-Character
aot faves as dads (headcanons)
just my favorite boys with their precious little ones in another, happier life.
three’s a… (poly!erejean uni)
you and eren have been getting more adventurous in the bedroom and roping jean into your adventures. jean’s way too in his head about the whole thing.
show off (poly!erejean uni)
eren notices that you and jean have a bit of a crush on one another. he helps you act out your fantasy.
cabin in the woods (poly!erejean uni)
you and the boys head up to jean's mountain cabin to celebrate the one-year anniversary adding jean into your relationship with eren
drabble masterlist
sometimes i literally just never shut up and sometimes i play ask games so find the result of both of those things linked here.
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nicherayyy · 1 year ago
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Hello, can I request team buccialatti with a child reader whose stand is like a human cat?
The stand is humanoid with cat ears and tail and acts like a cat. Reader can understand cats and is always followed by an army of street cats.
She loves cats so much that if someone dare to hurt them, she will beat them with her stand.
Thanks!
Sorry for disappearing again, my house got flooded because of one pipe and I had a few issues while repairing it
But anyway-
Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand
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No one in the gang actually expected you to have a stand
I even think Bruno would prefer that you were without it
He just wanted a normal childhood for you
Without all those stands and powers
But oh well, it wasn't for him to decide
Bruno thinks you don't really need to use your stand right now
I mean who are you gonna fight?? You're like.. eight or something
But thinks that your love for cats is adorable
He even considered to get you one
But only -considered- for now
Would feed stray cats with you
Might even give one a name
"Hm, I didn't see Luna today. That's weird, she's always the first one to come"
It wasn't big news for Giorno when he found out about your stand
With your love for cats it was just obvious that you would get something cat-like as a stand
Giorno is an animal lover himself so sometimes he would volunteer to feed cats with you
Sometimes he thinks you can understand them
But oh well, maybe it's just his imagination
"Charlie said he doesn't like turkey. We'll get him something else next time"
"Isn't he too spoiled for a stray cat?"
Mista just don't get it
How can you make all these cats to follow you??
What kind of magic is that??
And you're not even offering them any food
"We've been walking for twenty minutes and it seems like you summoned cats from the whole Italy"
And your stand
He finds it adorable
He tried to pet it once
Narancia is shocked that someone can love cats THAT much
He still remembers how you beat the man who kicked a cat with your stand
He knows and he will never forget.
Hangs out with you and the cats a lot
It is so much fun to play with them and they're so cute!!
Pleaded Bruno to get you your very own cat
Didn't succeed still
But hey, it was a nice try
Fugo is pretty chill about your stand
But still finds it cute
Yeah he tried to pet it too
But the amount of cats you get around yourself is just mind blowing for him
He didn't even know there were so many cats here
How is this even possible??
And your claims that you can talk to them??
Actually no, he still thinks that it is part of your imagination
Just like imaginary friends or something
Leone is just.. you know.. Leone
He, just like Bruno didn't want you to have a stand
Sometimes feeds cats with you
Maybe even buys them food by himself but don't tell anyone
The only one that ACTUALLY believes that you can talk to them
"Milo says he likes you"
"Well, that's very nice of him"
There's only two types of wolves inside him
One wants to get him your own cat because he knows how you love those animals
And other hesitates because it's a big responsibility
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jojo-cafe · 1 year ago
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Is it okay if I request the members of passione from Golden Wind reacting to a stand user whose stand is legitimately a HUGE teddy bear?
Hello!! Sure! Here's your coffee, enjoy your drink!
Bucci Gang with a reader that has a teddy bear looking stand
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Giorno Giovanna
Giorno finds its appearance interesting, although he isn't very shocked by it, as he just presents himself. 
"Hello, I'm Giorno Giovanna," he says as your stand opens for a hug, and he complies. 
If a small part of the teddy stuffing happens to come out, Giorno turns it into a butterfly or ladybug that goes either to you or your stand.
Sometimes, he will bring home little flower crowns he made for your stand, as well as small flowers, which look adorable due to the size difference between your teddy and the flowers. 
Giorno brought home a little silk magenta bow—the color of his suit— to place around your stand. 
He stitched a little flower and a ladybug somewhere on your teddy.
When Giorno arrives home from an exhausting mission, he isn't much for talking, avoiding contact since he's stressed and interactions could make him snap easily. On those days, sometimes you surprise him with your stand in his room so that he can relax (even if he isn't as attached to it as much as the others are) On those days, you are greeted by the sight of a ladybug on your stand's nose the next time you see it.
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Pannacotta Fugo
At first, Fugo is curious about it, asking you questions about its abilities and why it has that appearance. 
If it ever rips a stitch or two, Fugo would certainly like to help sew it again, as it will give him a chance to learn more about your stand. But it also becomes a kind of therapeutic activity for him. So, after a fight, when your stand has lots of rips and stitches open, Fugo likes to sew it together. He also enjoys talking with your stand while he stitches it.
"We're done stitching. That was more than the last time, [stand name],"
He says, patting your stand as it stands up, opening its arms, offering a hug that Fugo obliges and accepts.
"Y/N should buy a stitching kit for you"
Fugo always checks to see if the stitching is holding up and if it doesn't have any rips. Although Fugo likes it, he isn't a fan of lying down or sleeping on it, but he still enjoys spending time with it.
As we all know, Fugo has anger management problems, and if you let him, he'll use your stand to help with his anger. When angry, whether at someone else or your stand, Fugo will sometimes hit your stand, usually with punches or slaps. Unfortunately, if Fugo has a sharp object around, he will use it on your stand. Luckily, it doesn't let Fugo hurt itself or you.
Although Fugo enjoys spending time with it, its large body and lack of size awareness don't make him the most agile of stands. So, Fugo sometimes gets very angry at it for knocking things over and bumping into people. 
Fugo stitches a little chibi Purple Haze face on it.
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Bruno Bucciarati
Although everyone has a soft spot for your stand, Bruno is the one who actually takes the most care of it, as he tells you when a stitch is loose, the fur is dirty, or when there's a rip in it. 
He absolutely loves to run his hands through its fur when relaxing.
Bruno, as the Capo, is a very busy man. Often, his stress builds up, whether it be from a mission or taking care of the other 6 children gangsters, and he just needs a moment to be vulnerable. Although he doesn't show it very easily, as your relationship progresses, he asks if you can "lend" your stand sometimes. He goes to more private places, hugs them, vents, or cries, letting his emotions out. 
After having many of his hair clippers stolen by Narancia to put on your stand, Bruno gives one for your stand to use. He also sews a zipper from Sticky Fingers.
Bruno also likes to talk with your stand.
"Good morning, Y/N, and you too, [stand name]," he says, caressing its fur.
It has also made Bruno cry a couple of times. On days when he was very stressed, it just offered a hug, and Bruno reciprocated, shedding a few tears, proceeding to thank it.
In fights, both your stands make a good team, as Sticky Fingers can open your stand and place any valuable or sensitive items inside it, protecting them. 
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Leone Abbacchio
At first, Leone pretends not to care that much. In fact, while the two of you don't have much of a connection, Leone won't have many reactions or interactions with your stand. But as your relationship evolves, Leone will slowly but certainly loosen up with your stand.
He will start out by caressing its short fur when away from others or laying his head on its shoulder. Even if sometimes you are away (you can still tell what is going on, as you can feel it). He then starts to get more physical, laying his head, then his torso, and slowly relaxing.
Let's agree, that man doesn't get much sleep for whatever reason it may be, so he frequently takes a nap on your stand when no one is around (although you can feel it). 
When Abbacchio comes back home drunk, he lays down and sleeps on it.
Overall, as your relationship progresses, Abbacchio feels more and more comfortable with your teddy. So, when he's already comfortable talking about his problems, he goes to your teddy, hugs it, and rants about his problems, which you can hear. 
There are very few wine droplets on your teddy bear from those nights Abbacchio comes home drunk.
Sometimes, when away from you, he likes to use Moody Blues to lay on it and find some comfort."
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Narancia Ghirga
Certainly, the one who has the most fun with it.
Narancia was very excited the first time he met your stand. He ran towards it with arms open, jumped, threw himself at it, and hugged it as it fell back. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed, caressing the teddy bear's fur.
Narancia loves its fur and really likes to tug and play with it, making silly patterns. 
He also enjoys sleeping on it and uses it as a sofa and a pillow. He's definitely attached to it 24/7 and even tries to give it food, shoving it into its stitched and sewn mouth.
Narancia also has a lot of fun trying to dress your stand, putting it in shirts that are huge and still too small, and placing little hair accessories on its fur, such as bows and hair clips (he even stole some from Bruno to place on it). He and Mista do this together.
Narancia saw Fugo stitching on your stand, so he and Fugo spent some time together, as Fugo tried to teach him to stitch. After some stabs on the cheeks and hands, he is able to stitch a poorly drawn plane with "Aerosmith" written on the side.
Like Abbacchio, your stand is a source of comfort for Narancia. That's why he's constantly hugging it, seeking the attention and care he didn't really get in his younger years.
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Guido Mista
At first, Mista is very scared and untrustful of it, but soon he loses his fears and grows to like it very much. When he first sees it, he's very shocked and scared.
"HEH!? WHAT IS THAT!?!?" he yelps the shock causing him to make his figure smaller and take a few steps back.
'It is just [stand name],' you say as Mista approaches the teddy bear, placing a hand on its eyelids and opening them, inspecting it with a very investigative face. He furrows his eyebrows and, when he is done, crosses his arms in front of his chest.
'Yeah, but it's so strange that-' Mista stops mid-sentence as he's embraced by your stand's hug and falls along with it, laying his head on its belly.
'Y/N!!! What are YOU... doing?' The last word is said softly as Mista relaxes and snuggles against your stand.
'Okay, it isn't that bad,' he says as he finishes snuggling and is now finally relaxed. You let out a small laugh. 'I told you.'
After meeting your stand for the first time, Mista talks to it, even if it doesn't answer back.
'You know, big guy, at first I didn't like you, but we're on good terms, yeah?' Guido says, with his head laid on your stand's belly.
After fights and just overall tiring days, Mista likes to sleep and rest on your stand. The Sex Pistols also really like your stand; they like to play on it, climbing on it and using it as a slide, and, just like Mista, sometimes rest on it. The Sex Pistols like to sew with loose strings on your teddy bear.
He and the Sex Pistols are deffinetly the reson for most of your stand's rips and loose stitches.
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noaltbruh · 2 years ago
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Hello! Can I request bucci gang with fem s/o who had a military background? She's stern, disciplined, can bark out orders and be your biggest life coach like it's nothing, her raw physical power is inhumane to the point she rarely use her stand, overall just give you military general vibe. But later when the mc and one of the members starts dating, she shows her sentimental side and surprisingly a kinda awkward simp lmao
That's it I hope you have a good day💖
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Oh! This request was quite original for sure 😄 But it was fun writing it! And thank you for asking me to write stuff or I'd basically be playing Octopath 2 during all my free time-
Bucci gang with a S/O with a military background
Giorno 🐞
Needless to say, Giorno really respects you not only as a person, but also as a precious ally and colleague.
He thinks highly of you since you're so stern and disciplined, he knows he can rely on you when there's something he cannot handle on his own.
He sometimes comes to you for advice, he just feels like he can trust your judgement.
Okay, can I just say he's a bit startled by how...Aggressively encouraging you are? He thinks it's pretty fun, but he must admit he's very impressed by just how energetic you can be, mixed with your firm behavior as well.
He will never, ever say it out loud...But this boy is a bit intimidated by your physical power to be honest. Okay, he's pretty muscular, but he's not nearly as strong as you are.
He knows this fear is dumb since his stand easily makes up for it, but he can't help it and it embarrasses him greatly. With that being said, he still looks up to you for the effort you put into maintaining such physical conditions.
Of course, seeing your personality shift when you got into a relationship surprised him at first glance, but thinking about it, he can't say he couldn't have seen it coming.
After all, you just HAD to be hiding something more to you behind your military façade. He knows it well since he's the first to mask himself.
He doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this other part of you though. He'll try his absolute hardest to cluster and make you away as soon as he realizes how awkward you actually are.
He'll actually call you cute quite often and probably giggle seeing you all embarrassed, but he never holds malicious intentions whatsoever. He simply thinks you're adorable.
He warmly welcomes your romantic side too, being quite romantic himself, although it may not be very clear at first glance. He'll reserve fancy dinners, grow flowers and buy you the most beautiful roses as a way to keep up with your lovely antics, he can't afford to fall short.
Bruno 🤐
Bruno's brain is low-key trying to process your existence, since you're so different from the rest of his team-
That doesn't mean he does not appreciate you, he really does! It's just... He'd always been used to be the one who gives orders and supports his men, not the other way around.
So, seeing you do what is usually his responsibility and duty highly catches him off guard, but he's quite thrilled by it at the same time, which is what first causes him to developed this of admiration for you.
But be prepared for him to still encourage and guide you whenever he gets the chance to. He thinks it's a good way to indirectly tell you that you're allowed to rely on others too sometimes and you don't always have to be strong.
With that being said, he thinks very highly of you because of your sterness and discipline, you get stuff done when it's necessary and he doesn't hesitate to praise you if you did a good job...Which is pretty much always.
He may even give you some of the hardest jobs, but never too much to overwhelm you. He knows you have limits like everyone else and respects them.
While he does think that your raw strength is impressive, he'll also push you to use your stand more and train to fight with it too.
It's not that he doesn't think you're powerful, but some situations just HAVE to be handled through stands, you can't risk.
He's obviously taken aback by your sudden change, you're just so different from the person he had grown accustomed to. Even so, he must say he's quite happy about this too. After all, it is truly a sign that you're willing to let your guard down around him and be yourself more.
Although he did not expect you to simp and get all bashful as soon as he started to court you...
...And most of all, to court him back as soon as you got the hang of it. It does highly pleas him though, it's really nice to know that good ol' romanticism still exists outside of him.
All these different aspects to your personality only stimulate his curiosity towards you, he truly think you're a unique one and he won't rest until he gets to see everything you have to offer.
Mista 🔫
Nah buddy you don't understand how cool Mista thinks you are.
Honestly he's just astounded by your physical strength, he didn't even think someone could possibly be that ripped to the point where's you wouldn't even have to use your powers.
You low-key scare him, but there's no way in hell he's going to admit that. He also wants to be stoped and crushed by you, but he won't be saying that either.
The pistols love to be around you because of your whole vibe, but number five in particular likes you a lot because he feels safe in your presence and knows the others won't mess with him if you're there.
He's a fan of your praises and hype, he's sperate vero confident, bug having someone else's supports always feels good, doesn't it.
Probably didn't follow your orders at first and thought you were just joking around, then he saw your killer look and went "shit", before immediately doing what you told him-
Despite the respect he has for you, he can't help but think that you worry way too much about stuff and you need to learn how to relax a bit.
Because of this, he'll goof around and make jokes even more when you're near him than usual. He wants to help you to let loose a bit and become more chill.
Honestly, he thinks it's thanks to him that you changed so much once you got together lol.
Once he realizes you're just a huge simp, he'll look for all sorts of ways to embarrass and fluster you, it basically becomes one of his favorite hobbies. If he went too far, you might have to punch him to make him stop, not that he'd mind tho.
Mista's not a very romantic person, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate your own romantic side. The fancy dates, all those sweet words and moments are surely quite different from most relationships Mista's ever had, but that's also why he likes them. They're a new territory, and he's all in for that.
Narancia 🍊
Mommy? SORRY-...Mommy?
You can't tell me this isn't true. You think you're a simp? You've got Narancia on his knees simply by existing.
Literally, just say the word and he'll come running for your, hanging from your finger, following whatever order you may give him and completing him exactly like you told him to.
Please, support him and encourage him whenever he gets stuff done right. This boy lives for your approval and hearing you give him advice or tell him he did a good job will make him 10 times more motivated to get anything done.
He's a bit insecure about himself, so knowing you think positively of him reassures him a lot.
Speaking of which, he knows he's safe in your presence, and it's a great source of comfort for him.
Honestly, he thinks your whole super stern and collected behavior is super badass, he loves how you can keep your cool even in tough situations and you never seem to snap like he does. He just wants to be like you sooo badly!
You gotta stop his jaw from falling to the ground when he sees you beat the hell out of an enemy. After staring at you in awe for a second, he'll remember he needs to help you fight and will gladly join in kicking the dude to death.
With that being said, he'll spend the entre nighr staring at the ceiling and thinking about awesome you looked-
In case you haven't noticed, he'd quite muscular himself, he wants to train with you too! His dream is to become as powerful as you are, but if he can't, just training knowing you're by side, and showing off he can also be strong is enough for him.
Okay, when your personality begins to shift, Orange boy is so lost. It's not that he doesn't like you anymore of anything, he's just...Confused. You're so different from the Y/N he's used to.
With that being said though, he quickly gets used to this change, and he's all in for that! Honestly, the fact that you sometimes come off as a bit awkward just makes it easier for him to empathize with your feelings, since he'd most definitely be very nervous around you out of pure embarrassment during your first conversations.
But he takes your simping deep admiration for him as a way to show off to you! He's gonna prove he's just as badass as you are, he wants to leave you speechless and will give everything he has to impress you, no holding back!
This boy is 100% a hopeless romantic, although he's bad at putting his lovely dovey ideas into practise, mostly because he's very clumsy and he'd probably set the kitchen on fire trying to make a nice candlelight dinner-
Because of this, knowing you're alike when it comes to romanticism reassures him. He knows that even if he messes up sometimes, you'll still always appreciate his effort and the energy he puts in his sweet gestures for you.
Moreover, no matter what you may do or organize with Nari, like watching the moon together or dedicating a song to him, he'll cherish it forever and ever in his heart. Every romantic moment you two share become a core memory that he's constantly going to think back to and smile without even realizing it.
He'll always love you, no matter what side of yourself you may be showing :)♡
Fugo 🍓
My friend, Fugo's afraid of you-
Have you seen this guy? He feels like a wimp compared to you, he's genuinely afraid you're just gonna take him and rip his bones in half.
When he does start to realize that you'd never do that, however, he begins to feel...Relived by your presence, in a sense. You just seem like someone he can rely on, which puts him at ease.
Also, you're one of the few people in the house who aren't constantly annoying or trying to piss him off. You're serious and he knows he can have a mildly intelligent conversation with you.
You're a good partner on missions too. He respects the way you're so determined on upholding your duty and don't mess around, he's faithful that any enemy you may face is screwed as long as he's got you with him.
He understands why you'd prefer to rely on your physical force rather than your stand, he doesn't like using Purple Haze either. Even so, he does partially think that it's a bit of a waste not to put it in action, since yours doesn't put everything and everyone in danger as soon as it shows up.
Okay let's be honest, boy's probably got the physical strength of a little girl, unless he's angry.
Therefore, some advice or words of encouragement from you are always more than welcomed, they push him to better himself while still reminding him that he's already doing fine.
When you show him your more sentimental and awkward side, Fugo gets you so well. He may seem smart and all but he's an embarrassing simp himself.
So, you guys go together like two peas in a pod, you just feel very understood by the other and don't fear their judgment at all. You're both messes so you cancel your goofiness out.
Your romantic side is gonna get him so flustered. He blushes easily and has most likely never been in a relationship before, so this kind of...Ahem, behavior, makes him scream inside, but with joy for once.
He'll try to organize something romantic for you in return, and it'll be either the most well-crafted, prepared and unique date ever...Or a total disaster. Either way, his effort is admirable.
Abbacchio ⏪
I'm sorry but Abbacchio couldn't stand you at first.
Your whole behavior just reminds him too much of the person he used to be, and just looking at you feels like looking at himself in a broken mirror.
Tries to avoid you as much as he can, and when it's not possible, he's the rudest, meanest, coldest fucker around.
The two of you only started to get along after you either saved or was a huge help to him during a mission. He was taken aback by your raw sstrength, but literally all he did once this was over was calling you a moron for not using your stand.
Secretary, he thought it was the most badass scene he's ever assisted to in his life. No, he'll never say it directly, screw you.
Complains and claims that he isn't going to follow your orders, before doing exactly that. If you were to brought that up, he'll interrupt the conversation as soon as possible and simply tell you that he did it because he wanted to, not because you told him to or anything.
He acts annoyed everyone you encourage or hype him up, saying that he doesn't need your support, but from the way he always looks away and lacks his usual bitterness in his tone, you can tell that he secretly appreciates your efforts.
Slowly, very slowly, but surely, you begin to notice small shifts and changes in the way he treats you. He doesn't look at you with disgust, willingly follows your advice and overall feels more comfortable in your presence, even cracking a few smiles here and there.
You end up becoming a huge source of inspiration to him. He still sees a lot of the person he used to be whenever you're near him, yet he doesn't view it in a negative light anymore.
A small part of Abbacchio wants to go back to be the man with the string sense of justice he once used to be. You're a constant reminder that just because he made a mistake, that doesn't mean he can't make up for it or has to live stick in the past forever.
And just when he starts to respect you... You change too-
What the?- Is this really the Y/N he knows? The stern, serious one? The wise one? The responsible one?
Is he startled? Yes, yes absolutely. Then again, he HAS to admit to himself that you being in his life has led to him modifying his own behavior quite a lot, so he shouldn't be that surprised about you being different from your usual self as well.
He's not the best with your awkward or sensitive side, but he does what he can. He knows that emotional support is something he just has to give in a relationship, so he sucks it up and never makes you feel embarrassed for what you do or say.
He's most likely amused by your romantic nature and may think it's kinda cheesy, but he secretly loves it with all his heart, and wouldn't trade it for anything else.
Trish 🎙
Ok, Trish is a bit conflicted when it comes to you.
Like- she doesn't really have anything against you particularly. The thing is, she sort of has very split opinions concerning your behavior.
For example, she admires how stern and professional you are, how you seem to always have stuff under control and never be scared.
At the same time, however, the thinks that you sometimes take things way too seriously, you should learn to let loose a bit more and just enjoy life at it this.
Because of this, she tries to get you to break free from your shell and probably takes you dancing or shopping whenever she has the opportunity to.
Another example is that she loves when you act as her personal life coach. She's a very self-confident going lady and lives for praise...Especially from you, although don't expect her to tell you this often. You're always there to motivate her even on those rare occasions when she isn't feeling her best, she adores you for this.
BUT, she can't stand when you act all pushy and boss her around, she deposed being told what to do and there's a high chance she won't listen to you if she doesn't agree with you...At least during early times.
She'll become more willing to follow your advice if you're patient with her, but she'll always make it very clear that she doesn't think it's the best option.
No but like- the first time she saw you fight, her only thought was "Wtf?!"
She didn't think someone could possibly be as strong as you are, she just exchange concerns looks with Spice girl while encouraging you herself, even if you're already doing great.
"YAAAAS QUEEN SLAAAAY"
Honestly, she doesn't question your personality shift too much. She knows that'd how people are: the more you get to know them, the more you realise they're fundamentally different from what you actually thought of them.
And honestly, since she does also begin to show her softer side herself when you get together, knowing you won't think less of her for being open about her feelings truly makes her glad to have chosen you as her partner.
In return, no matter how awkward you can be, you can expect Trish to 100% support and be there for you at any given time. Although she will tease you for getting flustered if she got the chance to.
She lives for your romantic side, it's literally her ideal relationship coming true. Being courted and loved and feeling all special...God, she adores it.
Rambles to the others about your romantic gestures all the time and will hit in the face with her boot anyone who dares call you cheesy ^^
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robinofinashiro · 11 months ago
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prompt: “it's okay, you can touch me. i won't break."
characters/fandom: giorno giovanna x reader / jojos bizarre adventure
status/note: sometimes i listen to dumbass music while writing and was hearing the can-can so i guess that song inspired this fic for absolutely no damn reason LMAO bc it makes absolutely no sense lmao
pronouns used: she/her and afab!
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giorno had heard of you. you were the newest recruit into passione and damn did he hear the stories that trailed behind you. it wasn't that you were notorious for murdering people or anything but this sudden personality that sprung into the gang made him wonder how the hell you got tied into this lifestyle.
much like narancia, you were very loud, extremely extroverted at times, and even went out to seek thrills if you were feeling bored enough. all of this was brought to him by bruno who was informing him the new girls arrival.
he was away on mafia business on bruno's behalf for what felt like ages, so he knew he had to return back to Italy to see for himself. he knew the gang could use its silly moments especially if the situation called for it. he figured you, narancia, and mista were getting along way too well for abba's liking.
once he touched down in Italy, he had narancia and fugo waiting for him with his black car. he said his hello's to the two boys as they filled him on what he missed while he was gone.
"oh, and the new girl, she's so awesome!" narancia exclaimed. giorno's ears perked up in sudden interest, "she's from mexico i think but she grew up here but her spanish is so cool! plus, she makes good food!" giorno laughed at how fast narancia was talking.
he figured he must've been stuck to your side for a while if he knew this much by now. usually narancia wasn't one to know this much about others so giorno wondered how open you were about your life.
once they arrived, giorno made his way to his office to situate his things before heading to greet everyone. he had to file a few things and inform bruno about the specifics of his trip before he could think of relaxing even the tiniest bit but once he did, he made his way to the living area.
he saw the back of your hair as he saw you talking rather loudly with mista. the two of you were talking about some soccer match that had happened over the weekend as he made his way to the coffee area to make himself a cup.
you were still arguing with mista when he looked up and saw giorno, "hey, you're back!" he exclaimed. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion when you looked up to see who he was talking to, "this is ( your name )," mista said as giorno finally looked at the two of you.
giorno stared at you for a moment before composing himself, "giorno," he mumbled, his voice not as confident as it usually is. you gave giorno a bright smile, a part of him immediately wondering how the hell you wrapped yourself up into a lifestyle like this, "( your name ), nice to meet you don giovanna," you said excitedly.
giorno didn't know how to respond besides shaking your hand. you instantly went back to speaking to mista who was now smirking at his friend.
mista was able to read his boss like the back of his hand.
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"gio-gio! we need to go like right now!" you said stomping your foot impatiently. the blond rolled his eyes but obliged. you were waiting for him as the two of you were now disguised in the outfits that demanded the two of you to enter a very prestige venue.
the rest of passione had gotten a head start but you had taken such a long time to get ready that once you were done, giorno had been in the midst of doing something else. he hadn't been able to look at your outfit or how well dressed you were.
giorno's eyes widened when he finally saw the outfit you had on. you were wearing a black dress that fitted your curves way too nicely. your hair was pulled back and pin straight, "does this look okay? i feel like i'm under dressed," you muttered to him.
he shook his head, dismissing the idea immediately as the two of you entered the car. the driver that was assigned to the both of you opened the door as he couldn't help but sneak a peek at you from behind. giorno immediately gave the man a look which made him shiver in fright.
it wasn't a secret to anyone that the don of passione had fell for the new recruit and although it had been months since your initial meeting, giorno still hadn't grown to the idea of formally asking you out and it didn't seem like you had any idea that he was interested in you. for a moment, giorno thought you were into abba as you were always by his side.
he was lucky that his stand hadn't manifested itself to be affectionate towards your own stand yet but he knew that if he didn't admit to his feelings soon, his stand was going to do it for him and that was the last thing he wanted.
once the two of you arrived to the venue, you saw many familiar faces. they belonged to those who you called allies and even friends. this dinner was a sort of meeting between allies and what could be done to secure the future of all of your gangs.
what had surprised you on the other hand was how surprised everyone was when they saw you walking out with giorno. they had never seen the don with someone let alone someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you.
you were immediately given a glass of wine as you started to speak to trish and narancia. bruno and giorno were off on business as you were basically told to look pretty and try to not cause a ruckus with narancia which bruno knew was hard for the two of you to do.
as bruno and giorno were away from everyone, bruno could see the longing gaze that giorno had for you, "even people like us deserve love, even if it feels like we shouldn't. i've seen the looks you've made towards her since the day you met her and i think it's time you make a move before someone else does it," giorno knew he was speaking about abba who seemed to have some sort of feelings towards you as well.
the night continued on as you felt giorno's stare at you. you weren't an idiot after all. although you and narancia constantly gave off dumbass energy on the daily, you were also a girl. a girl who could tell when a man was staring at you and seemed to do that a lot lately.
you shot the blond a smile and made your way towards him as he composed himself. his heart was racing a mile a minute as you stood in front of him.
"what has you looking so serious don giovanna," he chuckled at the formal name as he finally stepped forward and let himself make the move he had been holding back for so long.
"it's okay, you can touch me, i won't break," you murmured to him. he smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. his hand found your lower back as your arms wrapped around his neck, "i am a mafia member after all," you joked.
giorno shook his head, "thank you for accepting this dance, i can tell many wish they were in my position at the moment," you rolled your eyes in slight annoyance, "i can tell but there's only one person allowed to even be this close to me at the moment and that's you," you whispered.
the two of you kept brushing your lips against each others until giorno finally deepened the kiss. you returned the kiss with the same energy as you ran your fingers through his slightly curled hair.
"and i better be the only one allowed to kiss you this way," giorno muttered, his slight dominance finally showing. you hummed in agreement, "the one and only don."
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strawberryvanillablast · 11 days ago
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Giorno's Bizarre 4kids Nightmare.
Giorno: Good morning, everyone! How is everyone doing?
Bruno: Good morning, George! I'm doing fine!
Giorno:
Giorno: Who's George? And why do you sound so...different?
Abbacchio: You're George, you dingus! Like what, did the California sun melt your brain?
Giorno: California...? We're in Italy...Abbacchio, are you feeling okay?
Abbacchio: Whose Abbacchio? It's Abbott, George.
Trish: Bonjour, mes amies. Ah, it is so nice this morning, non? Gully and Nathan! Come downstairs!
Mista: Alright, alright!
Narancia: Ey yo, Georgey! Wassup, my dude! You ready for the final countdown? ♪Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah!♪
Giorno: ...What?
Fugo: Hello, everyone.
Giorno: Fugo! There you are! Everyone is acting strange! What's going on?
Fugo: George, are you okay? Who's Fugo? My name is Patrick.
Giorno: My name is not George! My name is Giorno George! ...What?
Trish: Mon ami, are you tres beaucoup? You look pale.
Giorno: I...I don't know, Trish. Something's not right...I...What were we doing? ~ ... ~
Giorno: *wakes up in a sweat*
Giorno: What was that...?
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naomijoestar · 6 days ago
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HELLO 😍I absolutely love the clown stand post! Can you do the same for Bucciarati gang as well?
Masterlist here <3
I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT! Thank you @stretch-time for the idea <3 Also I sincerely apologize for the extremely late reply, I have been so busy! Requests are currently turned off until I complete the other asks I have in my inbox <3
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(Stand side notes: it’s small in size but not as small as the sex pistols, stand abilities: cartoon physics type of stuff, you’ll understand what I mean when you read)
Bucci gang with a goth reader who has a cute clown stand
(La Squadra version here)
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Giorno Giovanna
Giorno’s calm, serious demeanor doesn’t waver when he sees your clown stand for the first time. He’s trained himself not to judge a stand by appearances, but even he is taken aback by the sight of a bright, cheerful clown at your side. Giorno quickly assesses the potential of your stand, wondering what abilities could possibly match such a strange look.
He tests it by sending Golden Experience to strike. However, your clown pulls out a massive mirror, reflecting the punch back toward Golden Experience. Giorno’s eyes widen, and he steps back, reassessing his approach. The clown smirks, pulls out an oversized bucket, and dumps a seemingly endless stream of banana peels onto the ground, causing Golden Experience to slip and stumble.
Every time Giorno tries to counter, the clown anticipates it, pulling out ridiculous objects that disrupt his strategy: an anvil to block his punches, a giant mallet to deflect attacks, and even a cartoon bomb that sends Golden Experience flying back when it goes off. Giorno begins to respect your stand’s unique power, realizing that while it looks innocent, it’s a master of psychological warfare—each item it pulls out makes him question what absurd attack might come next. With a small, impressed smile, he finally says, “I underestimated you.”
Bruno Bucciarati
Bucciarati remains polite, even respectful, when he meets you. But his brows raise when he sees your cheerful, colorful clown stand. It doesn’t align at all with your goth aesthetic, which only makes him more curious. “Interesting choice,” he says, in a tone that’s equal parts admiration and confusion.
During your sparring session, Bucciarati sends Sticky Fingers in with a zipper punch, expecting a quick victory. However, your clown smirks, pulling out a giant hand mirror, which Sticky Fingers punches instead, causing the zipper to close around Bruno’s own fist. He watches, surprised, as your clown quickly sets up an obstacle course of oversized props: a giant spinning top that Sticky Fingers has to dodge, a pie that ends up splatting on Bucciarati’s face, and even a door that leads him in circles.
Despite this, Bruno begins to chuckle, realizing your stand’s playful nature is a surprisingly effective strategy. At one point, he zips through the air to get the upper hand, but your clown pulls out a huge net like a cartoon hunter, snaring him mid-zip and dropping him to the ground. Bucciarati finally laughs, wiping pie from his face. “You know, I expected a serious fight, but this is a refreshing change.”
Narancia Ghirga
Narancia takes one look at your clown stand and bursts out laughing, doubling over as he tries to catch his breath. “What is that? It’s adorable!” he snickers, clearly underestimating the threat. But his laughter quickly turns to surprise when your clown pulls out a toy slingshot and launches a rubber chicken at his face. The slap from the chicken’s beak leaves him blinking in shock as he wipes his nose, muttering, “Did that thing just hit me?”
Enraged, he summons Aerosmith, sending it diving toward the clown. But your stand pulls out an enormous balloon, which Aerosmith crashes into, its tiny propeller spinning uselessly against the inflated surface. Narancia’s jaw drops as the clown cheerfully waves at him before producing an enormous spray bottle labeled “Bug Repellent” and dousing Aerosmith with it, sending the miniature plane spiraling out of control.
Frustrated, Narancia shouts, “Alright, now you’ve done it!” But every move he makes is thwarted by the clown, who starts producing absurd obstacles for Aerosmith to dodge: fake trees, tunnels, even cartoonishly large bubbles that trap his stand inside for a few seconds. By the end, Narancia is out of breath and flustered, but even he has to admit, “Okay, that was kinda cool…but you better not tell anyone I said that!”
Leone Abbacchio
Abbacchio’s first reaction to your clown stand is a deadpan stare. He’s entirely unimpressed. “You’re kidding me, right?” he mutters, crossing his arms as he sizes up both you and your stand. He half-heartedly summons Moody Blues, not expecting much from a cutesy clown stand.
But the clown immediately bounces into action, producing a giant pair of glasses and plopping them onto Moody Blues’s face, temporarily blocking its vision. Abbacchio tries to remove them, but the clown has already pulled out an enormous pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Moody Blues’s wrists, binding it in place. His eyes narrow, annoyed that his stand has been bested by something so ridiculous.
Growing more irritated, Abbacchio commands Moody Blues to break free, but the clown whips out a bucket of quick-drying cement, dumping it over the cuffs. Abbacchio watches, slack-jawed, as Moody Blues struggles, the cement hardening around its wrists, temporarily immobilizing it. When he finally frees his stand, he mutters a string of curses under his breath, annoyed but impressed by your clown’s effectiveness. “I’m not saying I respect it, but…fine. You win this round.”
Guido Mista
Mista laughs heartily the moment he sees your clown stand, nudging his Sex Pistols to join in. “A clown? That’s hilarious!” he says, grinning. But as soon as he gives the order to attack, the clown whips out a toy gun, pointing it at Mista with a mischievous glint in its eye. The Sex Pistols cheer, thinking it’s a joke, until the clown fires rubber bullets at them, each one sending a Pistol ricocheting off in surprise.
Annoyed, Mista sends more bullets your way, only for the clown to deflect each one with oversized comedy props: an umbrella that spins bullets back, a massive rubber glove that bats them away, and even a mirror that sends them flying back toward Mista. “Hey! That’s cheating!” he shouts, but the clown merely shrugs, honking its nose in response.
Frustrated, Mista tries to outsmart the clown, but each time he tries a new strategy, your stand counters with something even more absurd. Finally, the clown pulls out a comically large magnet, attracting all of Mista’s bullets and forcing him to back down. He’s left scratching his head, baffled. “Alright, I admit it. You got me. But that thing is still creepy in a weird way…”
Pannacotta Fugo
Fugo’s analytical mind is immediately confused by your clown stand. “A clown? Is this some kind of joke?” he sneers, his impatience clear as he activates Purple Haze. He expects the battle to be quick, underestimating your stand entirely. But before Purple Haze can make its move, your clown snaps its fingers and produces an oversized gas mask, strapping it onto its face with a smug grin.
Purple Haze’s virus-filled fists swing toward the clown, only to be deflected by an enormous rubber mallet that sends it staggering back. Enraged, Fugo watches as the clown starts hurling ridiculous items at Purple Haze: pies filled with an anti-viral cream, a giant magnifying glass that shrinks Purple Haze’s hand momentarily, and even a huge eraser that somehow removes patches of Purple Haze’s virus fog temporarily.
Fugo’s patience wears thin as he tries to keep up with your clown’s unpredictable tactics. Each time he thinks he’s cornered it, the clown produces another cartoonish item to counter his moves. By the end, Fugo is seething, his face red with frustration. “I don’t understand how that thing works!” he snaps. You simply smirk, watching him struggle to make sense of your clown’s absurd yet effective abilities.
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There it is! I hope the long wait was worth it, if you’d like anything specific added or anything changed you can always message me and I’ll fix it!
If you have anything specific you’d like me to write for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can request it if my requests are open!
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ask-jonathans-joestar · 2 months ago
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Hello! I'd like to ask if you, uh...
If you know me, perhaps. And who I am..
- @giorno-askvanna
I...
Apologies.
I do not know who you are.
But you seem like an interesting fellow, so if you don't mind, please, introduce yourself! I wouldn't mind getting to know people better :)
-Jonathan Joestar
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kimbap-r0ll · 11 months ago
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Hello! Can I request the Bucci Gang (jjba) with an s/o who’s never smiled before due to past trauma? However during the fight with the Boss (Diavolo), their s/o gets fatally injured but right before they die, they finally smile for the first time in years at said Bucci Gang character and say something along the lines of; “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me…” before passing away due to blood loss(?)
Can the characters be separated too plz? Ty!
Hey! Omg, noo this is so sad ;-; I love angst but I love these characters sm it's gonna hurt writing this haha. This started to get super long so I might need to separate this into two posts. Here’s the first three characters tho!
Giorno, Bruno, Mista x s/o who smiles for the first/last time
Giorno
He knew you would survive, at least that's what he kept thinking to himself. You were witty, able to defend yourself against all of the assassins that were sent to kill the group, and you utilized your stand ability to make sure you would succeed. You had saved him once before too during the fight on the plane to Sardinia. However, he didn't calculate exactly how devastating King Crimson would be until it was too late
You joined the group at the same time as he did. Both of you were slightly reserved, not as chaotic as some of the other mafia members but also not too aloof. You two also got along because of similar interests. However, one thing he noted was that you didn't smile, he saw you laugh once when you saw the dance Mista, Narancia, and Fugo had been practicing before, but that was it. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel slightly dizzy when you stood close to him.
Giorno never asked you about your past, but it was brought up when you two were in the car with Bruno and Mista when battling the mad doctor Cioccolata and his partner Secco. You had mentioned you had something happen to you, perhaps you were left alone most of the time as a child like Giorno was, or you witnessed a horrible fight between two rivaling gangs. Whatever it was, you tried to brush it off by downplaying your childhood and saying "it's fine though, I'm feeling better with you all." Giorno was probably the one to tell you that you shouldn't be ashamed of what you had to go through, it was something that shouldn't have happened of course but you couldn't have the past haunt you forever. He was about to confess at that moment that he would want to go on a coffee outing with you, perhaps when the whole fight against Diavolo was over, but that was cut short with a corpse flying into the window of the car
Either way, here you two were now, at the Colosseum. It was fitting for a final duel, between the Devil himself one might argue. What made things worse was how Silver Chariot Requiem had switched all of your bodies around, and now you weren't sure who you supposed to trust and who was, well, the boss himself. You had taken the body of a random civilian that had made the poor decision to sneak into the Colosseum when the fight started. Just when it seemed like you could breathe and calm down from the chaos, you felt something grab you and throw you up against the stone wall. It was so fast, like time had skipped to the result of the assault that you could only feel a piercing pain coursing through your entire body. Then, you felt blood trickling down your face. It would be a few minutes too late before the rest of the gang found you.
The rest of the team had been split up from you without knowing where you were. Giorno, who was usually calm and collected, was starting to panic a little bit. Time skipped, he knew it because the blood droplets from his finger suddenly went from two to five out of nowhere. This worried the rest of the team, you would have to be close by. That was when Trish (who's soul had taken Mista's body) pointed at you and shouted someone had gotten hurt.
"Y/n!" The group rushed towards you, realizing it was you when you tried to pull out your stand but it immediately dissipated. "No, no, you have to stay awake. Hold on," Giorno was the one to rush to you first, he knew his stand would be able to patch you up, but at the same time, the blood loss from your wound could be even worse inside your body. Coughing, you tell him not to worry about you, that it wasn't likely you were going to make it out alive. Swearing in Italian, Giorno tells you not to give up, but you take his hand, telling him that it was alright.
"I like seeing you smile more," you coughed, clearly the impact was in your chest, you couldn't really see him because of you losing consciousness. That was when he saw you trying to smile, slowly pulling the corners of your lips upward in a sad farewell, you smiled at him. "Th-thank you...I'm sorry I wasn't able to do much, but I want you to know...I truly enjoyed spending time with you and everyone else. T...take care...take down Diavolo..."
That was the last thing he heard from you before you stopped breathing. He thought he could help heal the wounds but it was too late. Knowing that the fight wasn't over, he tried to hold back tears, placing a caste kiss on your forehead before standing back up and looking back at the team. "We know he's around, he shouldn't be too far," Giorno tried to sound level, but Trish noticed his eyes were slightly teary. If anything, Giorno wanted to make sure Diavolo received the worst punishment possible after what he did to you and the family he found.
Bruno
He was a dead man walking when it was time to fight Diavolo, he knew his time was basically up. However, he didn't want to see anyone die, he wanted to be the last one to say farewell. After Abbacchio's passing, he swore he would never let anyone else in the team suffer a painful death.
He recruited you around the same time as Fugo, but you two had known each other before that. Both of you lived in the town near the sea, with your parents being local bakers and Bruno's father being a fisher. At first, he didn't want you to be part of the mafia world at all, you were too kind. But after an incident with a rivaling gang that you happened to be in the collision of, you insisted you would make a good team partner. While he wanted you to recover by staying out of the Italian underworld, eventually he agreed under the condition you two would help take down the drug dealing businesses.
He remembers you smiling from his childhood, but he was saddened that you never smiled after the run-in with the other gang. He still had a lot of conversations and a lot of good memories with you after that, but the only thing missing was that warm, peaceful smile. He hoped he would see it again, but until then remained focused on his work in Passione. Bruno's feelings likely first started before you two were part of Passione, but he didn't think about it too hardly. He would likely start wondering if he should really tell you how he feels after Giorno joins the team and after you two have worked for some time together.
Bruno never told you what happened in Venice when he suddenly declared he was going to betray the Boss. You followed him, but when you asked him what had happened and if he was alright, he gave you a soft smile and said not to worry about him. He would keep it a secret from you, and when you were in the Coco Jumbo with Trish during the fight against Cioccolata, he hoped you hadn't heard him talking to Giorno about how he was now a walking corpse. During the time after he was basically killed by King Crimson, he did wonder what it would have been like if you two were normal civilians, perhaps he would have asked you out on a date and you two might have had a stroll by the beach.
In the fight at the Colosseum, you split up with Bruno and you were with Giorno. When Chariot Requiem's ability came into effect, the first thing he did was make sure you were alright. He didn't know whose body you had taken, but he tried to call out your name. While he was looking for you on his own, time suddenly skipped. Diavolo was still close by. Bruno's known for being level-headed, but in this moment he started to feel panicked. Were you alright? Was Diavolo fighting with you and the rest of the gang? He got the answers to his question when he turned one of the corners of the many gates at the ancient structure. You looked like you almost had a whole to your chest only it was your shoulder that was agape. You were bleeding from your head and you looked like you were about to pass out. "Y/N!"
At first, you look afraid, trying to move away from Bruno because of his appearance as the boss. Even when he called out your name and tried to take you into his arms, you mumbled a "n-no" before coughing violently. After multiple times of telling you it was really Bucciarati, you allow him to embrace you. He told you to hang on, not to lose your focus and for you to keep close to him. Bruno looked around to see if there was anyone close by, but he couldn't find a single person. Surely Giorno, or Polnareff even, was close by, right? Carrying you bridal style, he now tries to find the rest of his teammates.
That was when suddenly he felt a cold hand tap at his shoulder. You looked so weak, you were losing so much blood. But it was here that you looked up at him with teary eyes and gave him what he had wanted to see for so long — your smile. "Sorry it had to be this way, I should have been...more careful," your voice was hoarse, like you were choked up from the tears. "I wish I could have gone back to the shore with you, but you'll have to go for me alone." "Don't say that, you're going to make it out alive!" Bruno knew it was a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless. He didn't want to give up, he couldn't see you leave him, not before he could tell you
"T-this isn't a goodbye...just a see you later...T-thank you for letting me by your side all these years, I really think...I fell in love with you." With that, you were gone. Before he could say anything, before he could give you a kiss you left with such a peaceful expression. Bruno's vision went blurry, tears rolled down. When Giorno and the team found him again, they also found you. Explanations aside, the team moved swiftly to once again track down the Boss. But while the rest of the team were busy looking for the arrow and the Devil himself, Bruno couldn't help but wonder, how soon was it really that he was going to see you again. You asked him to live long and healthy, but it seemed like he would be seeing you on the last train home too.
Mista
You had joined before Mista and the first thing he had done when he saw you was, well, flirt. He really thought he was going to get you blushing, but you just rolled your eyes and told him to leave you alone. While on most occasions he would have done just that and went about his day, you two were a. stuck together in the same gang, and b. he kind of liked your attitude.
Surprisingly, you two would start to get along. His jokes couldn't really get you smiling, but you did give a few laughs here and there, so he thought he was at least winning some of your attention. While he was planning to tell you how he felt with a more serious (and expensive) date, you were the one to confess you liked him, but you said "I like you as well" as if you knew what he was going to say. When asked about it, you said during a mission Number 1 told you in secret while he was too busy focusing on the rest of his stand.
The entire gang thought it was kinda cute. Would Narancia and Fugo tease Mista about it? Yes. Would Abbacchio as well? Yes. Either way, you two enjoyed each others' company a lot, but Mista wondered if you ever smiled. He didn't really ask you to, nor did he want you to force yourself to smile when you didn't want to, but he did ask. You tried to make it brief, that it was something from your family relations that snapped the ability to smile away from you. He promised he was going to make you smile again though, saying he would make sure those past nightmares don't keep haunting you. Either way, he wanted to be the most supportive boyfriend he could be. However, nothing could prepare him for what was going to happen.
With the introduction of Giorno and Trish, the direction of the gang started to shift. Soon enough, you and your friends were fighting the Boss himself and assassins seemed to follow your every move. You mostly helped Mista during the fights and giving his bullets encouragement (especially no.5). He definitely talked to you about a life after the overthrowing of Diavolo but before that he also tried to make you smile. He didn’t ask what it was that caused you to not feel comfortable smiling, but he promised he would make you smile one day. Mista just didn’t know that would be the last smile he would see from you as well.
During the fight, you were separated from the rest of the team. Diavolo had managed to find you and target you as one of the traitors he would make an example of. When you were least expecting it, a hand suddenly grabbed your hair and threw you upwards. The next thing you knew was your arm was torn off. It was like time was going in skips and you had a horrible feeling it had to do with the Boss. You tried to fight him but it was to no avail. Mista would find you as he ran looking for you with the rest of the team. “Y/N!” Everyone ran towards your almost lifeless body, Mista taking you into his arms and telling you to not lose consciousness yet. “You can’t die, Giorno can patch you up and—“
“It’s okay, the boss is near you guys have to finish the job,” you stopped him, your breath ragged and your voice weak. He looked at you with tearful eyes, shaking his head and saying he couldn’t let go of you yet. “I’ve had the happiest moments with you,” reaching up to his face, you cupped his cheek. “I love you so much, thank you for everything.” With that, you were gone, you smiled at him with tears sliding down your cheeks before you collapsed in his arms. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Was he supposed to scream? He just sat there, holding you and looking with disbelief.
After the fight he would continue to work with Giorno. However everyone who talked to him would hear his voice in a slightly tired tone. He spoke of a special someone, talking about them with a sense of longing. He missed you everyday, talking about you to whoever would listen to him. He truly made you smile, but oh what he would do to see you smile once more.
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starry-blue-echoes · 7 months ago
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I found this old snippet 90% finished in my drafts so W O E, 2k words of Tonio being my favorite character and Mr.Giovanna slowly understanding that he is not in fact Giogio's father anymore <333
(also tw for implied/referenced child abuse since Giorno)
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Tonio noticed the second the man approached Giorno’s table.
His customers knew better than to do so. They knew the boy was under his personal protection and it was best to steer clear. A greeting hello when the boy arrived, a brief exchange of conversation, an offered treat or trinket was of course allowed, but approaching his booth while Tonio was not present?
That was not common.
In fact, by the time Tonio made it out of the kitchen and to the dining area, the man had gathered quite a bit of attention from the other customers if the glances being cast his way were anything to go by.
The man was practically looming over Giorno’s booth, all but boxing the boy into his seat and talking in a low voice so as to not be overheard. Tonio couldn’t even see Giorno from his spot.
Tonio did not like this.
He did not like this one bit.
So plastering on his best Customer Service Smile, he approached.
“Excuse me sir,” he spoke up, keeping his voice light and pleasant. “My apologies, but at this establishment you must wait to be seated.”
The man turned to face him, not moving away from the booth and instead attempting to slide a softer, kinder mask over his features.
Hm.
It was sloppy, Tonio couldn't help but note. Sure the facial expressions were… passable, he supposed, but his body language was all wrong. Maybe spending so much time amongst the real dangers in Italy had made him a bit of a snob, but honestly this was laughable.
“Ah, you misunderstand sir, I’m not here to eat, though I have heard good things about this restaurant.” the man waved him off with what was supposed to be a lighthearted chuckle that only succeeded in feeling patronizing. “I’m here to pick up my son.”
“Oh?” Tonio responded with a slit tilt of the head, and a cold, cold feeling slipped into his gut. “You’re this boy’s father then? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Step father, technically.” Mr.Giovanna explained, the veiled insult sailing clear over his head. “His mother already had him when I stepped into the picture, but I see and love him as my own.���
His smile got tighter when he saw Giorno, kind, smart, shy Giorno who loved frogs and ladybugs and the color pink and listening to Tonio talk about recipes, flinch.
“I see.” was all he offered.
Tonio knew so little. So, so little. Part of him knew it was purposeful. That he was giving himself plausible deniability. An empty comfort.
But he knew enough. He’d always known enough. More than enough really.
And now it was looking him dead in the eyes and spitting in his face, daring him to lie down and take it.
“Well, it’s getting late. We’d best be getting back to the house before your mother starts dinner. Come along, Giorno, you’ve taken up enough of this man’s time.” 
How long has he been standing idly by as he’d seen Giorno hurt? 
How many times has he knowingly allowed Giorno to return to that sorry excuse of a family? 
How many times has he merely nursed his injuries instead of doing anything to stop them from happening in the first place?
Well no longer.
“Actually, sir.” he interrupted. “I have some…. concerns I’d like to speak with you about.”
The man froze before slowly turning toward him.
There was a dangerous glint in his eyes and he not very subtly squared his shoulders to make himself look bigger.
“Oh?”
How funny. The man thought he was intimidating.
Tonio had done a bit of asking around about Giorno’s family when the boy hadn't been present. Nothing too nosey of course, just the standard gossip that was floating around which he generally got quite a lot of. 
And the results of his findings were quite fruitful.
Mr.Giovanna had a temper and was somewhat quick to anger, and he’d had a few dealings with the underworld, but that was as all. The man wasn't anyone important nor did he have any connections whatsoever.
He was just a simple, ordinary, powerless man.
A man who in the long run wouldn’t be able to do a thing to Tonio.
Tonio did not normally like taking advantage of his position, of the power he had at his fingertips. The near crippling fear of entrenching himself further and further into this world always had held him at bay, but in this moment he was more than willing to make an exception for this.
“Yes.” he made a slight show of stepping slightly closer to Mr.Giovanna and the booth seat, closer than was socially acceptable and a clear challenge to the man’s current proximity to Giorno. “And in all honesty, I’m not quite certain I feel comfortable allowing you to leave with this boy.”
“And for what reasons would that be?” Mr.Giovanna was openly glaring at him now, trying and failing to loom over a man who had a few centimeters on him.
“I notice things, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, keeping his words clipped and flat lest his rage bubble over. “Giorno has been a patron in my restaurant for well over a year now, and I am not nearly as blind or stupid as you appear to think of me. I may be a chef, but I am also very familiar with the practices of medicine and the healing processes of the human body.”
Sometimes Tonio loathed this skill of his. Of seeing the way people moved and being able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, of seeing the lethargy and careful movements and stiffness and knowing of the presence of bruises or cigarette burns or broken skin.
(In a bitterly comforting way, Giorno had always liked that part of him. Of their shared skill. He said it made him feel less alone and less strange)
Mr.Giovanna simply sneered at him. “And why exactly are you paying so much attention to little boys?”
His rage surged at the accusation, howling and throwing itself against the cage he’d locked it inside, only made worse by the man’s smugness as though he’d just won and Tonio would back down.
Oh how he longed for his butcher’s knives. They cut through skin and muscle like warm butter and would so easily make short work of the man before him.
“You know very well that is not what I’m talking about.” much to his dismay, his calm mask had begun to crack at the edges, his voice growing more tense and taught with every prolonged moment. This man was managing to slide through every crack of his carefully constructed walls in ways the most vile, loathsome mafioso couldn’t, and all with hardly more than a few words.
This needed to end soon. Before Tonio did something he would regret. For Giorno’s sake.
“I am not going to allow you to leave this establishment with this child unless you can offer me a reasonable explanation for why he comes here with bruises every single week, and that is final.” 
A lie of course, he wasn’t letting Giorno go anywhere with this pathetic excuse of a father, no matter what excuses he scrounged up.
“Well I don’t owe you shit.” he snapped back, forgoing excuses and even denial of the accusations completely. At the very least, it seemed Tonio was getting under Mr.Giovanna’s skin just as badly. “I am going to be taking my son and we are going to leave. Giorno, come here right n-” but as the man tried to move Tonio out of the way and make a grab for the boy, Tonio grabbed his arm in an ironclad grip.
The man froze, surprised either by the strength or by the audacity.
Tonio’s expression didn’t falter.
“I think it would be best for you to leave, sir.”
For a second all was calm.
And in the next, pure fury overtook the man’s face.
The punch was quick and powerful, and Tonio barely had a moment to realize what was happening before he had both hands on the booth table to support his weight with a blooming pain in his jaw. With one of his hands he hesitantly brought it up to test the area, but while it would undoubtedly bruise and was rather tender, nothing felt broken or severely damaged.
Tonio should have seen the punch coming, but alas, hindsight is 20/20. He partially expected a second blow…. but it never came.
In fact, Mr.Giovanna was being awfully quiet.
His grin which had temporarily been chased from his face found itself sliding back into place once more.
It seemed the man finally noticed. Now that their conversation had reached a small pausing point, it was likely that much more obvious, but Tonio still couldn’t help but internally chuckle at the man’s horrendous observation skills.
It was dead silent in the restaurant.
The clicking of silverware, the murmur of conversation, the footsteps of the waitstaff, all of it had vanished into thin air.
And as Tonio stood back up to his full height, one merely needed to glance around the room to see why.
Every single customer and staff member was staring at them.
And not one was happy.
Expressions ranged from murderous fury to offended disgust to cold disapproval. Weapons of all types were in hand: knives, firearms, utensils, even a few Stands had joined the fray.
Sometimes being neutral felt like a curse, but in this moment? In this moment Tonio had never felt freer.
Because everyone respected the rules inside Trattoria Trussardi.
And those who didn’t……
“You’ve broken the rules, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, a grin still on his face. Only now he let the pleasantries fade away. Now, he let his grin stretch wide and manic, filled with teeth and not quite reaching his eyes.
To an outsider, it was downright predatory.
And Mr.Giovanna, finally realizing the lion’s den he had stumbled headfirst into, froze.
But Tonio did not care.
Not one bit.
He nudged the man to the side with the back of his hand, and didn’t even resist the urge to wipe it on his apron afterwards. He’d need to wash his hands later, wouldn’t want the food suffering from whatever filth that man possessed.
“Giorno,” he asked quietly, his body relaxing and growing soft at the bright, vibrant hope sparkling in the boy’s eyes. “Would you like to join me for dinner?”
Giorno’s eyes widened, growing glossy and shiny yet not a single tear spilt.
“I would.” he said in a hushed whisper, as though the words would break if he was too rough with them, and in Tonio’s heart the only regret he felt was that he hadn’t done this sooner.
He gently grabbed Giorno’s hand to tug him away from the booth seat with as much gentleness as he could, leading him toward the back door that led to the stairs up to his apartment. Giorno’s hand was so small, yet it clung to Tonio’s like a lifeline.
He would call Doppio later tonight to help with the paperwork, of course after Giorno had eaten and gone to sleep. He had more than enough spare funds for the shopping trip that would be required tomorrow, but it would also likely be best to ask if there was anything Giorno wanted from his now-ex-parents house. He’d likely have to rearrange some furniture upstairs, Giorno would need his own room obviously, maybe cash in a favor or two to help, and of course possibly transferring schools which meant even more paperwork-
But that was tomorrow. Tonight, he got to look forward to a nice, calm dinner that for the first time since inviting Doppio in wouldn’t be alone. 
And just as he nudged Giorno through the door…
“Marco.”
“Yeah Boss?”
Tonio liked Marco. A good head on his shoulders, a competent host and waiter, had potential for a manager position, always called in ahead of time if gang work interfered with his schedule, and on the rare occasion things got out of hand he was good at regaining order.
“I’m temporarily waiving the ‘no violence’ rule.” Tonio said. “Make sure nobody breaks anything important and if things get too noisy, see to it that it’s moved elsewhere.”
Marco’s eyes lit up with an emotion he didn’t dare to place, but his face remained stoic. “‘Course, Boss.”
Tonio looked back to the restaurant, his eyes soft and smile warm in a way that did not match the manic and horrifying implication of his words in the slightest.
“You have 30 minutes. Try to keep the mess to a minimum.”
The future looked bright and Tonio felt happy.
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buckrecs · 2 years ago
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Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Can you please recommend Bucky x fem reader where the reader is the villain or like morally grey? Or against Bucky (like fighting against him or something )
Villain / Morally Gray Reader
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Carried Away by @buckysgoldenheart
Bucky wasn't exactly the best at assassinating the targets he was assigned to.
HYDRA by @waiting4inspiration
You’re Bucky’s next mission while he’s with the Avengers. He was given the mission because they think you’re still a HYDRA agent and that he might know you. He does remember you, but he can’t bring himself to hurt you because he remembers everything you’ve been through with him.
Till Death Do Us Apart by @giorno-plays-piano
Sergeant Barnes by @ladyeliot
You joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve with the sole intention of avenging your father’s death.
Ready To Comply by @adrinktostopyourthirst
Something had been missing. But that has nothing to do with your life time enemy standing in front of you to finally end this.
Dismantled by @adrinktostopyourthirst
You like them on their knees, but this one stands much taller than you.
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hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite
she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.
burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines
There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.
one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.
Cheek to Cheek by @wienerbarnes
Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, and Bucky Barnes seek the help of a condemned ex-Hydra murderer and kidnapper who claims to have psychic powers to find two missing college students.
Kill ‘Em With Kindness by @captainsimagines
You’re a vigilante with a dark past, who is recruited for a mission against the powers holding your sister hostage, and fall in love with the only person who escaped those powers alive.
Take Me Out by @shamevillain
You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.
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Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours
While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties
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lovehotelreservation · 11 months ago
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Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome
Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.
Needless to say, they would take you over and over.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia
Hello 🙇‍♀️
It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂
I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏
Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖
As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞
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How long has it been since you were last in this building?
Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.
There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.
At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.
Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.
It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.
If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.
But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage. 
After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.
And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.
As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.
By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.
“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”
As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.
Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.
At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.
Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.
You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.
With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore. 
All eyes were on you.
Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.
He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.
“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.
Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.
Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.
Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.
“Amore.”
By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.
It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.
“Yes, Giorno?”
And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.
“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.
It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.
You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.
Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.
“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”
He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”
“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.
Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.
With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”
“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”
Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.
By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things. 
“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.
He knew you too well. They all did.
“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.
Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.
“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.
“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”
It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.
“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”
One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,
“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”
You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,
“...Both.”
The mood in the room shifted once again.
“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.
The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.
A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.
Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.
When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.
But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.
Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.
“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.
“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.
Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”
Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.
By contrast, however–
“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”
His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.
“It’s both.” 
Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.
“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.
As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.
Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.
His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.
Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”
Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”
Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.
And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.
It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.
After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.
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bygiornogiovanna · 1 year ago
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Hello there! Apologies if I sound rude! But may I request a scenario where Giorno and Josuke are hit by a Stand and act different?
Giorno acts hyper, bubbly and adorable while Josuke acts super shy, timid and cute? And Reader has to deal with all the cuteness?
Flip The Switch (Giorno Giovanna/Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader)
anon, u are offically my ˢᵐᵒˡ bean. in your further requests *if there will be more, please sign yourself like that.
the images below represent both me when I read your request and saw how POLITE (and adorable) you were and y/n seeing josuke/giorno ily so much
also excuse that my requests are taking so long. i'm just lazy.
to anyone who requested something, I see your requests!!! and i am working on them, they will come...eventually haha
also, happy one year anniversary to this blog!
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"You don't stand a chance against my stand, Y/N L/N!" bluffed the villain under the boss's command, Akari Massimo. He was a tall, light-skinned man, probably in his twenties. If you looked past his evilness, you would see a handsome young man, with golden eyes and a beautiful, healthy white hair, whose smile was nothing but sweet and charming. However...His power of turning one into its opposite wasn't that sweet and charming. His Stand, Flip The Switch, could turn you from woman to man, from sweet to mean, but worst of all...from powerful to weak. Of course, your lover could easily defeat him. The problem was...your lover wasn't there.
You were honestly scared. You weren't weak, but you weren't strong either, so you didn't know what his stand would do to you. You had to buy some time until him or his friends arrived. You couldn't risk it.
"Do you really think all that cheap talk will scare me? Oh please, I've encountered people way scarier than you!" you let yourself do what you knew the best: annoy people. He seemed one that loved his pride, and he wouldn't stand the fact that someone like you would dare insulting him like that.
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live! You have no idea what my stand, Flip The Switch, is capable of!" Massimo said and you huffed.
"What is it going to do? Turn me into a cat? Please, it sounds pathetic." you saw his left eye twitch and a satisfied smile crossed your face. "Actually, I wonder, if you use it on yourself, would it turn you into a clown or into the whole circus?" you gave him your sweetest, most fake smile.
You saw his stand appearing behind him and launching an attack towards you. You managed to avoid it, striking back, managing to scartch his face. "You fucking bitch, you scratched my handsome face! You'll pay for this!" he said and you swore you could see fume raising from his ears.
"Oh my..." you said, and before you knew it, another attack was right about to hit you, but...
☆Giorno Giovanna☆
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"Not on my watch." You heard Giorno's voice and, suddenly, he appeared in front of you, blocking the hit with his body. You gasped and your eyes filled with tears when, after a few seconds, he didn't get up.
"Giorno!" you voice broke and you felt like your knees would give out when you saw your precious lover laying on the ground while clenching on his stomach.
"Awh, what a shame. Poor blondie boy couldn't save his poor little lover." Massimo said mockingly and he was about to say something else, but you heard Giorno mumble—Golden Experience Requiem.
"Uh oh...If I were you I would start saying my prayers." you said cockily and, before your enemy could react, he disappeared without a trace, probably trapped in the Infinite Death Loop. "Giorno, amore mio, are you okay?!" you rushed to his side, kneeling worriedly before him.
"Y/N..." he started softly and nothing seemed wrong...Until the blonde immediately crashed into your arms, hugging you tightly. "I missed you so much, tesoro!" Giorno yelled and you could swear you never heard him sound so excited.
"I-...Giorno, amore, are you okay?" you laughed and he hugged you tighter, laughing too. The moment you heard that, everything stopped.
Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione, laughed.
A sound so heavenly. You last heard him laugh more than two years ago. Giorno never laughs—all somebody, mostly you, can get out of him is a faint giggle. That's all.
You looked at him in shock and the blonde boy looked at you with a cute face, confused. "What's wrong, tesoro?" he asked in a smooth tone and he touched your cheek.
"...you laughed..." you whispered and a smile made its way onto your face. "It's been so long since I heard you laugh. Are you sure you are okay, amore?"
"I'm fine, promise. You don't have to worry about me." he said and his voice sounded ao tender, so smooth and soft, love-filled even. Although Giorno was never aggressive towards you, he never displayed his affection, and especially not in public.
You thought it was just the adrenaline and the fear of losing you making him act like that, but no. This kept going on for multiple days, Giorno acting the opposite of his usual personality.
In the small amounts of time you had alone, because, apparently, Giorno was extremly clingy, never leaving your side, you were thinking about what could've possibly happened for your dear boyfriend to act like this.
Then it hit you.
It was Massimo's stand.
Flip The Switch did that to your boyfriend.
Not that you complained, it was very cute to see your stoic boyfriend be a big baby, but...That wasn't Giorno. You had to talk with Bruno, to find a way...
Suddenly, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by your baby boyfriend coming home and directly jumping in your arms, whining about how much he missed you.
Giorno Giovanna, Italy's biggest man, was whining in your arms.
Yep, you had to do something about it.
☆Josuke Higashikata☆
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"Not so fast." Josuke's smug voice could be heard and his tall frame shadowed yours, blocking the Stand's hit with his body. You felt like the world stopped when you saw your boyfriend groaned in pain, taking a few steps aside.
"Josuke!" you yelled and turned him to you. "Are you crazy?!"
"In love, yes." he said smugly and chuckled, clearing her throat. "See? I'm all fine, don't..." he stopped and then scrunched his nose, as if a rush of pain went through him. "Oi, Koichi, Okuyasu, handle this guy f'r me!" Josuke yelled and his two friends nodded, fighting with Massimo.
The pompadour boy fell to his knees, coughing a little. You kneeled by his side, softly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him.
"My love, are you okay?" you asked sweetly, your soft hands caressing his hair. You were the only one allowed to touch the man's hair whenever you want without getting yourself killed.
"I-...I...I a-am okay..." he stuttered, the sound of his words coming out as breathy. You were relived to hear, but then it hit you. Your boyfriend just stuttered.
Josuke Higashikata stuttered.
He shied away from your arms, hiding his blushing cheeks. You frowned confused and you looked between him and Massimo. Quickly, you put the pieces together.
It was Flip the Switch's work.
"Josuke..." you whispered to him and you hugged him tightly. Instead of hugging you back, he squirmed shyly, as he did the first time you hugged him. It made your heart melt and you chuckled softly.
"Y-Y/N what...a-are you doing?" he whispered back.
"Hugging my boyfriend? Is there something wrong?" you chuckled and hugged him tighter, making him blush embarrassed.
"N-no...Everything is okay..." his voice was barely above a whisper and he hugged you back, awkwardly and slowly.
You chuckled and nuzzled your face in his neck. Maybe it wasn't that bad that he protected you from Flip The Switch's attack—now you can be the one who teases and makes him flustered.
It will be fun. Won't it?
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sovereignjojoz · 2 years ago
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request the bucci gang reacting to their girlfriend accidentally stumbling upon them facing off an enemy and then taken hostage? Their gf is just a normal girl who doesn’t know about their stands or criminal life, she just gets caught up in the whole fight accidentally (cause she saw her bf and followed them) and when the enemy figures out she’s their gf, they take her hostage or smth similar to that!
Bucci gang: clueless
Pairings: Bruno Bucciarati x reader, Leone Abbacchio x reader, Guido Mista x reader, Giorno Giovanna x reader, Pannacotta Fugo x reader, Ghirga Narancia x reader.
Warnings: implied fem reader in some but no explicit mention, reader CAN’T see stands, some angst so the scenarios are varied, (not a warning but Mista is 6’0”), petnames, mild violence (nothing descriptive).
Notes - awhh yeahh babey! Love this idea, love damsel in distress reader, ty for the request!
Bruno Buccarrati
“Yeah mama, I know.” You told her manoeuvring your phone, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “The rustling? Oh I’m just tying my shoelace, yeah, I’m out right now, I’m just finishing up some errands then I’ll- wait mama, hang on a minute.” You paused, lifting your eyes up from the concrete.
Was that Bruno? You squinted, as if that would help you see clearer into the distance. What was he doing here?
Involuntarily, the corners of your lips twisted upwards into a smile, what a wonderful surprise.
Your mother called your name from the phone, bringing your attention back to what you were previously doing. You picked your phone up, holding it to your ear, “mama? Sorry, sorry, I just saw Bruno here th- yeah, Bruno my boyfriend, remember the one I was telling you about? Mhm, I’ll call you back I’m going to go…” you faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling silent upon seeing a strange man approaching Bruno.
“Hello… [name]? Hello? Is everything alright dear?” You heard your mother ask on the other side of the line.
Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you failed to respond to your mama. The ambience of this person felt extremely unnatural, there was something dangerously off about this individual, just being near them sent shivers down your spine.
You clutched your phone in a vice like grip, once more glimpsing over at Bruno and that unusual man.
You brought your nail up to your lips, holding it in your teeth, momentarily bringing you relief.
Perhaps you were overthinking, you looked over your phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. You exhaled, slumping, nothing happened.
You ran your hands over your face, what was up with you today, how did you delude yourself into thinking such a thing-
“Oh my gosh!” You gasped as your phone slipped out of your hand, plummeting down to the concrete floor.
Scrambling to find your phone, you dropped to the floor, desperately crawling around on the faded slabs looking for the small device.
You felt cold metal brush your fingertips as the sound of your mother’s frantic voice gushed out of the speaker.
You snatched it from the bin it had fallen under then crawled to hide behind that same bin.
“M-mama.” You spoke, voice shaking with each word you tried to get out, “I- Bruno, mama I don’t know what to do.” You whispered hushed.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, you knew it, you weren’t wrong but nothing made sense.
You felt like your eyes had been deceiving you, as though you were going crazy, but you weren’t, you know you weren’t you’d seen it with your very own eyes.
Just when you’d decided that man wasn’t a threat and you were halfway towards Bruno, a ton of blood came seeping out from his right arm, which you had just noticed was split down the middle.
It happened almost instantaneously yet it seemed as though nothing attacked him, the other man hadn’t even moved an inch yet clearly from the fresh wound on his arm he had been attacked.
You slapped your cheeks, reminding yourself of what was presently happening.
With your head now slightly clearer, you cut the call with your mum quickly messaging: “had to go, love you, speak later.” Now that your mum was taken care of, you swiped onto the phone keypad and dialled the number of the police, waiting with baited breath as each dial passed.
Leaning forward, you took a peek at where Bruno stood, only to see him get punched in the lower jaw, his bottom lip splitting in the corner on impact.
You bit your tongue as tears limned your lower lash line, you wished you could be of more help but realistically if Bruno was struggling what would you be able to do.
Perched on your knees, you angled your phone camera so that the violent man was within frame.
You dropped your phone horrified when the flash shone brightly like a beacon of light, praying from behind the bin that you hadn’t been noticed.
You chastised yourself, how could you be so stupid as to not check!
You daringly took another look so you could get a grasp of the situation, every which way you looked you couldn’t find a singular face of that guy, all you could see was Bruno holding his injured arm; befuddled.
Your shoulders dropped as your chest deflated, releasing a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.
Pushing the bin with your leg, you crawled out of your hiding spot cautiously, ready to run to assist Bruno.
As you attempted to stand up you felt a callous hand wrap around your ankle, causing your head to whip around to the offender.
“Hello sunshine, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk around private affairs?”
Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could do so he moved behind you, clamping his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.
He restrained you in his grip, moving back to where he stood previously.
You bit his hand, hard, in the hopes that he’d release you but it was to no avail.
The man hissed in pain, yet his grip still remained firm as the two of you came in Bruno’s field of view.
Bruno’s jaw ticked, since when were you here.
“I take it that now you’ll listen?” He spoke, his hot, smelly breath wafting into your face.
“There’s no need to involve a civilian.” Bruno said, his breath laboured.
He grinned from behind you, “oh but you and me both know this isn’t just any ordinary civilian don’t we?”
Bruno looked at him straight-face, “I have no idea what you’re implying.”
“Oh really?” He challenged.
He moved his hand from over your mouth to the sides of your jaw-
“Stop.” Bruno demanded unable to take his taunts anymore, “we’ll release your team member, however, first hand the civilian over to me.”
You looked at your boyfriend, feeling slightly lightheaded.
“How can I trust you.” Snarled the enemy user.
Bruno chucked a small device at him, from the corner of your eye it seemed like a GPS, however your pounding head left you unsure on what it actually was.
Seemingly satisfied, he released you from his hold, chucking you to where Bruno was leaving you stumbling as you tried to catch yourself.
Bruno rushed forward, catching you in his arms allowing the enemy user to escape. Later, that’d be a nuisance to deal with however your safety was of much more importance.
He looked at you as you wrapped your arms around him, you hadn’t even had the chance to cry with everything happening all at once.
He placed his uninjured arm around the small of your back, holding you close as clung to him.
You looked at Bruno, your eyes still limned with tears, “Bruno… I-”
He shushed you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
Your eyes flutter shut as you leant into his hand, unaware of the fact that you were losing consciousness, your stress now catching up with you.
Quick to react, Bruno scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest; bridal style.
He frowned, kissing your forehead remorsefully, “I’m sorry Carina.”
Guido Mista
Seeing how a viel of darkness had now taken over the previously clear blue sky, you started to pack your things up into your colourful customised beach basket, courtesy of Mista.
He really was so cute.
You grabbed your cover up skirt, tying it tightly around your waist before putting your baby blue flip flops on.
Squatting comfortably, you grabbed your phone and skimmed over your unanswered notifications.
You smiled as your eyes took notice of a notification from “mi-mi;)”, immediately tapping on it.
Mi-mi: hey pretty baby
Mi-mi: u headin home
You: yeah babeyy I’m omw now
*mista sent one attachment*
Mi-mi: missin u wifey ( o ⊰ o)<3
You: 🤣🫵
You: ew.
Mi-mi: hey.
You: are you coming home soon?
Mi-mi: yeah I just gotta deal with smth first, then im all yours
*you sent one attachment*
You: kay babe, I’ll be waiting for ya at home, be quick :( I love you
Mi-mi: promise
Mi-mi: I love you too ;)
You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you powered your phone off.
Dusting the sand off of your cover up, you picked up the basket and started walking to the beach’s exit, a slight skip in your step after having talked to Mista.
You set your bag down on the bench as you checked the time on the bus stop. 25 minutes, kinda long, but not too bad.
You sat down one the bench, one leg crossed over the other, and re-reached into your bag for your phone.
You lifted your gaze up, halting your scrolling when you saw a flash of zebra print enter your vision.
Gingerly, you grabbed your bag and stood up, turning the corner where you saw the zebra print flash by.
“Mi-mi?” You called out affectionately, rounding the corner.
The man paused in his tracks at the sound of your voice, your nickname.
You knew it was him, there was only one man in Italy who’d be bold enough to wear zebra print pants, that man being Mista of course.
Dropping your bag beside you, you ran, or at least attempted to run in your flip flops to meet him, and pulled his head down to kiss him lightly as a greeting.
You felt him kiss you back until his eyes widened in recognition, as though something had just clicked in him.
He pushed you back, away from him as you furrowed your brows, confused.
“No, no, no.” He lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Amore, what are ya doing here, you’re suppose to be at home?” He asked turning towards you.
Completely out of the loop, you responded, “what do you mean? I told you I’m heading home, and to do that I need to catch the bus?”
You pointed towards the direction of the bus stop as Mista processed your information.
“Ah, right! Well you need to get going, now!” He informed, pushing you towards the bus stop by the small of your back.
“Hang on!” You spluttered exasperated, “Mista! Wait , wait a minute!” You stopped in your tracks, panting.
“What’s your deal?” You demanded, wanting to know what was causing such unusual behaviour.
“Nothing! It’s just late, you should get home now c’mon.” He told you pulling you by your hand.
Mista notice how your eyes bore into him, trying to figure out what he was thinking however when your hand tightened around his he figured you’d disregarded the matter.
The two of you ran hand in hand past the bus stop, and continued running till you were about half way home or rather until you couldn’t keep up with Mista’s freakishly high stamina.
“Mista,” you panted, ridding yourself of his hand, “I’m tired, can’t we just wait for a moment.” You told him slowing down, putting your hands on your knees.
“No babe! I-” he sighed exasperated, “look I promise I’ll tell you later but for now please, work with me.”
You heaved out a frustrated sigh but listened nonetheless, “alright alright, I-” a shrill scream left your throat before you could even finish your sentence.
Within seconds, Mista had his pistol aimed and ready to fire, his eyes instantly locked on the target behind you.
“Merda.” He cursed under his breath, how could he have let this have happen under his watch, “the hell do ya want huh!? I thought I finished you off earlier.” Mista spat venomously, fed up with the individual who had been pursuing him for 45 minutes.
You looked at Mista alarmed, “Mista…w-what-”
The man behind you, who up till now you still hadn’t seen squished your cheeks with his calloused hand, mocking both you and Mista.
“Get off of me!” You exclaimed in disgust as you pried his fingers off of your face, only for him to latch onto to your wrist like a leech, drawing you much closer to him than necessary.
He grabbed his phone out, flicking onto his camera roll, “Oi, I already told you, you messed with the boss’s daughta’ this is what happens when you mess with anything associated with the boss.”
Mista scoffed, “what the fu- you’re delusional! Who is that!” He asked seeing he had no recollection of this woman.
“stupido coglione, che razza di organizzazione idiota è questa. (stupid jerk, what kind of idiotic organization this is).” He muttered under his breath, pulling the reload trigger on his pistol.
“Ah, ah, ah.” The assiliant clicked his tongue in disappointment, “drop your gun, all the boss wants to do is talk.”
Mista’s brows drew together at the absurdity of this lacky, “what is wrong with you, just give me back my (s/o)/(girlfriend), stop being such a prick.”
“No seriously creep, leave us alone.” You chimed in scolding whoever that guy was.
“Hey.” His face contorted into an expression of distain, prompting Mista to fire a warning shot behind the enemy. “Drop the gun.”
You parted your mouth to speak in retaliation, when a cracking pain spread throughout your wrist, causing fat clear tears to roll down you cheeks.
Mista watched helplessly, he would have aimed and fired however you were moving around too much for his pistol to get a clear shot which would immobilise his target.
Heaving sobs wracked your chest, the pain within your wrist throbbing more intensely each second.
“Alright!” Mista exhaled, choosing to comply. He lowered down his pistol slowly, raising his hands up in surrender as he got up.
“Now kick it away.”
“Mista, don’t.” You sniffed, stray tears still running down your cheeks.
He kicked it slightly to the side of him, just far enough so he could get to it within a second.
“Good boy.”
The vein in his temple pulsed out as the other man started to speak again, “come here once more tomorrow at noon, bring 100k as compensation, y’know for the heartbreak and we’ll trade you back your bella, capisce.”
“Mist-!” You attempted to reach out to him, to tell him not to make any rash decisions but as you attempted to do so a bright white flash engulfed you.
Mista grabbed his gun, “Naw-!” Yet as soon as he looked up you were gone.
“Bastard!” He grabbed his hat, squeezing his head in disbelief.
It’d only taken him one second, however he was one second too late.
Leone Abbacchio
Sighing in relief, you pulled apart the flimsy black strings that held your apron together in a neat bow.
Your checked your phone with heavy eyes, a result of working a 6am shift, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only 2pm.
Hopefully Abbacchio would be home by now, his schedule always varied due to his mysterious occupation, so you never really knew when you would see him.
You especially wanted to see him since today you received some freebies from the makeup store you work at, one of those freebies being pink lipstick.
You bit your lip in contemplation, huh, you’d never actually seen Leone in any other lipstick colour than purple. Perhaps you’d pull a misplaced prank on him today so you could see him wear pink.
Giggling to yourself, you checked your phone, and low and behold, to your surprise there actually was a message from your boyfriend.
The thought of him texting made your giggles resurface, he was awful at texting.
Leone: where are you?
You: at work, just finished, why?
Leone:👋
You furrowed your brows in confusion. This is why you preferred to call him, in fact that’s what you’d do now.
The dial tone obnoxiously rung in your ear thrice before Leone picked up, you called out his name as he finally picked up yet in return all you received was the deafening sound of static.
“Hello?” You shouted into the phone, drawing out the “o” sound.
You shoved your belongings in your bag, a frown etched on your face. “Leone? This isn’t funny, is this a prank because it’s not a good one. What’s going on?”
“You’re scaring me!” You confessed even though all you got in return was that ever present heavy silence, “I’m leaving work now, I don’t know what you’re doing but we’ll talk later.”
Your nails clinked against your phone screen as you roughly tapped the end call button, your eyes glued to your phone as exited the makeup store.
As soon as you stepped out, you felt your wrist being yanked to the left causing your whole body to fall.
You braced yourself for impact but it never came as you collided into a strong lean frame instead of falling onto your knees.
Tendrils of silver hair tickled your nose as you steadied yourself.
You looked up at Abbacchio, annoyance and slight panic carved onto his face, his temple vein pulsing in anger.
“Leone? What’s goi-”
Immediately, he slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling out the rest of your sentence.
He leant down to your hight, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered, “they’re tracking us, my phone was taken, just stay close to me and stay quiet so you don’t get hurt.”
Despite not having a clue about who “they” were, you nodded.
“Give me your phone.” He commanded, his large palm outspread ready to receive your phone.
You rummaged through your bag, plucking the cold device out when it met your finger tips.
Once in his hand, Abbacchio smashed your phone against the brick wall, instantly shattering it on impact. You pouted seeing your precious device crumble before your very eyes.
“Hey, stop with the long face. I’ll buy you a new one okay?” He asserted, stroking the top of your head.
You sighed in compliance, however there was one question that kept nagging at your brain. “Why did they track me though.” You blurted out, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried there was something wrong with your phone security.
He grunted already foreseeing what would happen, “because… you’re the only number actually saved under a name in my phone.” He reluctantly admitted.
You grinned at him, pleased. “I knew you loved me, at home I’m rewarding you with a fat kiss.”
“Please don’t.” He frowned, exhibiting mock discontent although the tale-tale redding of his ears gave him away, making you smile wider your grin.
“I-!”
“Stop talking chatterbox.” He reprimanded as though he were your teacher, “c’mon let’s just get out of here before they try something idiotic like taking you hostage.”
Narancia Ghirga
You blew hot air into your hands feeling the cold air kiss your face and hands. You’d just finished watching a new film that’d just aired in the cinema with your fiends but as you exited the cinema, the temperature had dropped significantly.
Pulling your hood up, you waved goodbye to your friends and started making your way to the nearest train station.
You tapped your card onto the card pad on arrival and went through the gates, waiting on the platform for the train.
Just as you were about to get on the train you noticed a man of similar stature to narancia, actually on further inspection, you found that it was narancia.
You hopped out of the carriage, running after Narancia. It made you worried that he was out at such a late time, where’d did he have to be running off to at ten pm at night?
As you ran after him you noticed he was amongst a group of other men, you presumed they were his friends as you’d seen them amongst him before however you couldn’t be sure, it’d be better to follow him rather than allow him to get himself into trouble.
They took so many twists and turns that at one point you almost became confused and lost them, then finally they stopped after arriving at a secluded area in town.
You took a peak at what they were doing from behind the corner of the brick wall nearest to them.
Pressing yourself up against the brick wall in hopes of staying hidden, you wonder Narancia was even doing here, just being here gave you the chills, rather than be here he should have come to your house for a sleepover where the pair of you could have made a pillow fort and cuddled.
You frowned at the thought.
“The heck man? Where’d this guy go!” A voice, who you recognised to be Narancia, exclaimed.
“Why you asking me like I know! You’ve got Aerosmith, start looking!” Someone shouted in retaliation.
“Oi quit it.” You heard the sound of clothes rustling as the person scolded Narancia and his friend? “Get a grip, they couldn’t have gotten that far.”
A light slap, perhaps even slightly playful, resonated though the air, “knock it off Abbacchio, get off me.” Narancia jibed.
You bit your lip in fear, was someone hurting him.
You clenched your fists by your side, that’s it, your mind was made up. You were going to go over there.
“Nar- mpgh!”
“Hey guys!” Narancia beamed excitedly, “I found something!”
“Well then lead the way.” Bruno probed drawing out his stand.
“Right here-!” Narancia gasped audibly, meanwhislt lil bomber released a huge puff of black smoke.
“How did you- what do you think you’re doing!” He stammered firing lil bomber at the men who held your unconscious body captive.
“HEY! Calm it!” Mista shouted restraining the black haired boy.
“Mista. Let go.”
“Narancia.” Giorno called sternly, “don’t be rash. Mista’s right, you need to calm down, look.” He pointed at the enemy users, “we’re outnumbered we can’t afford to be rash.”
“He’s right.” Bruno informed, “let’s hear out their demands first.” He turned to face the mob members, “what is it you gentlemen want?” He asked.
One member, dressed in all black, stepped up, “we’re actually proposing a very fair deal, one measly girl for your amore eh, give us the boss’s daughter and we’ll give back this girl we saw following you, yeah?”
Bruno’s lips set into a thin line.
The pitying eyes of his team members all met his as he realised the ultimatum.
“Narancia,” Fugo probed, trying to be as gentle as possible.
He sharply turned his head to the side, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze, “you can’t.”
“There’s no other option.” Abbacchio comment.
“The heck you sayin’ that’s not fair! Civilians aren’t like us stand users and-and that’s my-!” He pointed at your unconscious figure, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “That’s my-!”
“We know!” Fugo spat raising his voice, he hadn’t meant to, he was just stressed and little by little his frustrations were leaking out of him.
“Alright!” Shouted the enemy user who seemed to be a stand in leader, “you’ve made your choice,” he sharply tapped Narancia on his cheek, blood quickly tinting his soft skin red, “sort your friends out bud. No Trish, no trade.”
Giorno Giovanna
“Gio Gio!” You yelled seeing Giorno dart around a corner.
“Hey wait up!” You dashed after him, skidding right as he took a sharp turn.
Just narrowly dodging a lamppost, you called out for him again. He was much further ahead of you due to his impressive, almost inhumane, agility
You were intrigued as to what he was doing running all over Italy during mid day, just the other day he told you he’d got a part time job at the ice cream van so why wasn’t he there?
A small gasp escaped your mouth upon seeing that he was within reach, hence why you picked up the pace and ran as fast as you could after him.
Just as he was about to take off again, you grabbed his wrist, firmly holding it in your manicured hand.
“Gio Gio,” you greeted shyly, your face hot after chasing him down. “Where are you going, don’t you have work? Isn’t it your first day.” You looked at him expectantly awaiting an answer, how could he have run off like this on his first day. For such a responsible guy this was a very irresponsible action.
He looked at you horrified, “it’s lunch.” He stated, unsure, seemingly trying to convince you as well as himself.
“Oh right…” you quietened down, peering at him through your lashes, “well would you like to have lunch together.”
“He won’t be able too but I certainly would.” A coarse voice chimed in, as a strange figure wriggling their grubby fingers started to approach the pair of you.
You squealed and jumped closer to giorno, locking his fingers with yours, hoping being near him would calm your erratic heart.
Giorno remained silent, his lips pursed and brows drawn together, dissatisfaction radiating off of him.
A startled shriek left your lips as the figure pounced towards you, you shut your eyes and squeezed giorno’s hand tightly until you heard a loud thud near your feet.
You jumped on Giorno’s side upon seeing his hand touch your ankle yet just moments their hand went limp.
Your lip protruded outwards as you concentrated hard on the now unmoving figure. In the span of 3 seconds the figure had ceased all movement yet… nothing happened in between those three seconds- how-.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by Giorno clearing his throat, “now about that lunch amore?”
Pannacotta Fugo
“What are you talking about!” Fugo snapped at the most unbearable enemy stand user he’d ever encountered. Undoubtedly that thing was just spewing out lies so he’d falter and lose his concentration.
“Rather than speak, why not just show you.” The enemy stand user shrugged and snapped his fingers.
Two of his henchmen followed suit with you in their grasps, Fugo felt his mouth go dry.
Your eyes widened upon seeing your boyfriend, “F-Fugo! What is this, this isn’t some sick cruel joke is it.” You asked trembling.
Fugo leaned his hands on the building in front of him, head down, his sturdy frame being supported by his hands.
How did it all go wrong?
“Fugo!”
Reflexively, he turned his head to the sound of your voice as your eyes bore into him.
He rose to his full height and glared at the enemy user, “What would you like me to do for-”
“Beg.” He interrupted, his mind already set on his answer.
“No-” a lacky caressed your dainty finger, bringing it-
Fugo grit his teeth, “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, please, please just stop.”
“On your knees.”
He opened his mouth to retaliate but then snapped it shut seeing your fearful gaze on him and lowered down to his knees.
“Please just release the civilian.”
“Now give us that piece of paper with the details on it.”
He wished he could have his stand aid him, however as you were in the vicinity it would also be harmful to you, perhaps even lethal as you were only a citizen.
He threw the paper at the enemy users head and muttered out one last “please.”
The lackey’s kicked you forward now they had what the wanted in hand, rapidly making a move to escape before backup could arrive.
Your lip trembled as you made eye contact with Fugo.
He ran forward and embraced you, feeling slightly better when you threw your arms around his shoulders.
“Fugo.” You sniffled.
He cupped your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away your stay tears. .“I know.”
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ophelian-darling · 1 year ago
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Hello!! I’ve read your cruel bloodline darling and I gotta say it’s my fav thing so far! The idea of the Y/N’s only acting cruel and mean when it comes to the Joestars really interested me.
But, what if there’s a reason why they’re like that? What if there’s a curse that’s keeping them from loving them. This curse was there ever since the first Y/N, and none of the members of the family are safe from it.
If a Joestar falls in love with them, their time becomes limited. They’ll slowly start to rot until they’re no longer a person, just an empty shell. So, in order to ‘protect’ the Joestars, the Y/Ns treated them horribly so they don’t experience the pain of losing them.
But this is just a silly lil thought:33 Keep up the amazing work, don’t push yourself too much!!! <3333
Link of 'More than words'.
an ask that expands the cruel bloodline concept.
Hello dear anon, really glad that you loved it!
As of your concept, I find it quite interesting how you put more depth to darling's personality as they are more than just a harsh face and mean actions (while I myself didn't think more of their character when I worked on that piece). the worst about darling's 'love life' that they have to abuse the jojos to no end, swallowing their remorse and tears grudgingly so as the jojos stay alive.
Darling really doesn't know how to break the curse or show love without clawing at their beloved's. the lack of solutions forces them to choose the least terrible method : abuse, emotional or physical, but mostly emotional.
TW for physical/verbal abuse, generational trauma.
Darlings were in a peaceful world, thinking that they finally got together with their Sweethearts the joestars, but a while after a deep loving relationship, they noticed how the joestars grew numb and silent, something like they weren't at all. just as darling was trying to figure things out, a heavy anvil of a shocking revelation falls on them as their parent informs them about the curse.
Darling is in terror: 'can't I just try to love?' and they just receive a dull answer of 'if you truly love them, make sure they stay alive, just like your grandparent did'. and so, everything started.
Slowly, darling changes their treatment: kisses with wounds, love confessions with degrading and support with control. at least they were lively again- you would say, but wanting to kiss and embrace them is impossible; you're stripped of the simplest right to love.
Darling wants to say 'you're my everything' when they say 'you mean nothing to me' to Jonathan. They want to say 'please don't go' when they say 'I'm done with you' to Joseph. They want to say 'I need you' when they utter 'I don't love you' to Jotaro. They want to say 'you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen' when they say 'you're ugly' to Josuke. They want to say 'Your love saved me' when they want to say 'you're a monster' to Giorno. They want to say 'be always with me, now and forever' when they say 'you're annoying' to Jolyne'. it's an endless cycle of pain for both parts who know they can't live without the other if they left.
Thank you for the thought anon! I enjoyed adding more to it, hope I'll hear from you soon 🦋
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